you can bring your dog

boy, you still got that something.

It's Fritag!

hootie hoo my hogs better beat on some Kentucky!

quoth the Raven

Pushed myself so hard on bike that exhaustion + nausea = no Wilco in LR. But, quoth Lovell, "[That's] the lament of Ragtime Roast Beefy." har har

Nick and hubs and I are going to look into buying me a new bike Friday after work. One that's faster and lighter than mine now. I'm v. excited. My current lifegoal is to do a century by the time I'm 30. We'll see. Or maybe just before I die. Who knows.

It feels right to be so quiet lately. I know hubs has noticed and work. I'm just enjoying not having much to say right now. It's peaceful.

All I wanna do is ride my bike. Goal 2, Big Dam Bridge, you are mine!!!

can you hear me knocking on your blotto?

so i dated a guy who'd never even listened to the rolling stones and then i married one who doesn't like them. what gives? we got wedding prints back, our stanley donwood (thank you! husband!) and stephanie deaton (thank you stephanie!) and they look good with my Hal what's his name prints. all is good in the art world at casa wilson.

So it was good to see Piper, Wanted to see more of her tonight. But instead I foolishly came home and made the following: get your pencils, you will be tested!

Best idea ever!:

pint glass full o' ice. Do not, I repeat, do not ever never sacrifice this! when you are drunk you will need the water! think the drink that thanks you in the morning!

left over best friend's vanilla vodka that she trusts you with bc she is dumb.

1 cat around your legs, for good luck.

some left over Kaluha from previous owner of your first house, bc we're getting to that age of having 2nd houses people.

rest of Horizon organic milk (for pussies like me that can't digest the antibiotics and hormones put in yo dairy) but leave some for much needed coffee in the morning as you still have Friday to contend with

stir with large spoon with holes in it (like a pie server) or my personal fave a tea spoon because every lady has teaspoons in her daily silver.

Mix. Drink. Say Ahh. Secretely smoke cigarrettes while hubs plays "psychobilly Freakout" on Guitar Hero, Hard level.

I’m addicted

Killing a few momentos before the eye doctor before the baking party before moving more, football game, rushing home, before the lake, before my haircut.

I'll be damned there's no model for my hair. Am I supposed to look like Beyonce (Bouncy) with her afro puff stuff? Kelly Carlson ? (I'm obsessed with Nip/Tuck.) Mariska Hargitay would be lovely but in the way these things don't matter: I could walk around with hair down to my ass and he'd love it. I need inspiration, or better, someone to inspire me. Not just love me for how I am. I have that. Who can love me for when I'm all polished and with purpose. I'm taking a new political stance: If I can't keep a lover or take another husband, I have to get a gay boyfriend. If Rocky lived here, he'd whip my ass into shape. But he's not so I have to quit holding him as the standard of comparison.

Help! I have hair with no purpose. Those who really know me know I'd rather shave my head than have hair with no purpose. And that's not even begging the question of color. I'm thinking caramel-- blond and red and brown. But then there's dark brown. A good mediterranean tint. Shit. I'm fucked.

In other, better news. I can start my fall garden next week! The list:
-potted mums (because you have to), vases of spidermums and last of the dahlias
-calendula
-larkspur
-lobelia
-pansy
-pompous grass
-snapdragon

the end.

I feel in love with a chemist

It had been raining all day and we'd been driving all day. And none of that was out of the ordinary, seemed our whole vacation was driving. We stopped for lunch, a little later than usual and had a hard time finding a place what was open. In the back seat, among the junk food wrappers, a couple of cd cases, coke bottles (the glass kind), sat a rough, and I mean rough, translation of The Canturbury Tales. Due to the time, lunch was going to be sandwiches from the counter and probably more coca-cola. I kept adding items as the chemist bagged them. 2 chicken salad sandwiches. 2 crisps. Rosewater lip balm. Liter of water. A St. Brigid's cross made from local willow. A pack of cherry mentholatum chewing gum (what was I thinking?). 2 bottles of elderflower syrup in fizzy water. We had our picnic in the car, in the rain, in a field where there were supposed to be burial mounds but there were none. We had driven 3 extra hours out of the way just to find them. We talked about how we missed our pets back home.

Funny bone

Back from Ireland. It was awesome. Updated pics on my picture page. Trying to call everyone and deal with the plumber and deal with the carpenter and deal with a horrendously long that time o' the month. And I feel all crappy and non-socializable. Getting last of shiza moved this weekend then hopefully the lake. Then unpacking rest of stuff. Hopefully death period will be over by then and I can start calling people and talking to them like I like them. I would love to see some folks. I've been a long time gone.

Spankrock

Half moved to LR. Went as best as can be expected. Hot here. Leaving for Ireland tomorrow after work. Then calling people, painting, grilling. Send me phone numbers people. I don't have ready access to email just yet.