Thursday, April 30, 2009

The kind of crap that I love

1) Hotels and BnB's. I love the anonymous clean sheets and the tiny toiletries and playing make believe.
2) Tiny post offices.
3) Old ass libraries. Musty smells and quiet corners and genuine card catalogs.
4) Farmers markets. Particularly the one in Brattleboro, VT. That place is slammin'.
5) Colleges/Universities. So purposeful and noble. All those malleable young minds still convinced they can change the world.
6) A really decent cup of coffee.
7) When people behave in direct disproportion to their appearance. Like when old ladies swear or when some young skateboarder punk holds a door open for you. I heart that so much.

Monday, April 27, 2009

wearin' my country britches today

I'm definitely not a fan of country music these days. Everybody's too slick and pretty and polished. When I was growing up everyone listened to it. Even if you didn't like it, you still listened. So while I was outwardly flailing around to Nirvana and Alanis, under my breath I was humming The Judds and Alabama.

Feeling sort of gritty and rootsy today. Wanted to share a few of my old favorites.

Saturday, April 25, 2009

Coffee tastes better right after you've just brushed your teeth. Gods truth.

So the whole world went twitter crazy and I figured nobody was leaving me behind so I jumped on the bandwagon only to discover that I don't care all that much what Ashton Kutcher has to say. He's pretty and he has too much money and he can kiss my fat white ass.

Other than that it's a gorgeous day here. My flower bed is wild and untended and really quite pretty in its own way. Yesterday I rubbed John's aching neck for him and in exchange he promised to buy me a couple bags of potting soil and an iced coffee. yesssss.

This is what the Interferon shots do to John's belly. He has several of these spread across his body.

Monday, April 20, 2009

An old polyvore creation of mine.

Sunday, April 19, 2009

gypsy caravan

When I first moved to CT, John took me to an old antique warehouse in Putnam. Inside there were vintage cars and furniture and jewelry and toys and a real live gypsy caravan (!) A flippin' A gypsy caravan. I was totally enamoured. It was huge, the wheels were nearly 6 feet high and it was pink and gold and looked like a hippie princess was about to stick her head out and invite me in for a cup of tea or a toke or something. So I've been thinking about that wagon a lot lately. The warehouse has since closed and I have no idea what became of it.

Friday, April 17, 2009

I've slept something like 12 hours every night this week. It's ridiculous really. John's pretty sure I have Malaria. Must've picked it up during my last trip to Lincoln County.

Sunday, April 12, 2009

Merry Easter

Saturday we visited friends in New Haven and decided we would visit again soon because I'm fascinated by college towns. And hello? Yale? Holy freakin' gorgeous. Today we ate Easter dinner at Wrights Mill Farm with Mike and Judy et all. Grand time! And now we're kicking back watching "Hee Haw" on RFDTV. Was gonna post a HH clip but there were too many to choose from and then I got side-tracked by Conway Twitty and well... you understand. I will say this: John has pointed out that Junior Samples looks a whole helluva lot like my daddy circa 1975.

BR-549 Dude, I'm digging that wallpaper.

Friday, April 10, 2009

Actively pursuing our next Savannah vacation and
The Green Palm Inn is looking like the place for us.

My partners in small misdemeanor-type crimes, and also in all things spooky, cemetery and cheap fried seafoody.

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

Had the day off yesterday so I spent it finishing a really crappy book "Sanctuary Hill" by Kathryn R. Wall. I seem to be on this masochistic mission wherein I feel obligated to finish every book that I start. Regardless how truly, truly bad it is. To make it up to myself I started Jacqueline Winspear's "Messenger of Truth". #4 in the Maisie Dobbs series. I really can't say enough good things about these books. So stankin' well done. Also, yesterday I watched "Grey Gardens" and spent the remainder of the evening feeling inspired and enthralled. I'm like a kid that way. Easily enamoured. Wanting to totally immerse myself in a subject until I'm exhausted.

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Grey Gardens Tuesday

I'm so in love. If I didn't have this adorable hillbilly accent I'd want to sound JUST like Little Edie.

Sunday, April 5, 2009

Mae-Mae. I call him our Jonathan Rhys Meyers cat. Painfully beautiful and a shade effiminate.

Saturday, April 4, 2009

Strawberry cobbler

Yesterday I made the peach one. Today there was a sale on strawberries at the grocery store so I took that as a sign from up on high.

Friday, April 3, 2009

Quote of the Day

"I'm a new man! I feel like I've been reborn! Like a phoenix, rising up from Arizona!"

-- Frank Costanza
You know how some days just suck? Not small time little things suck. But great big ole, nasty-ass, just shy of a dead grandmother and/or favorite pet kind of suck? That would be today. Beginning with my raging case of PMS, escalating somewhere around the time an oil tankard full of gasoline rolled over on I-395 shutting down 5 miles of highway for hours and possibly even days, and culminating with John and me snapping at one another every 10 minutes, apologizing, making up, then doing it all over again. And again. And yet again. Oh. And the rain. Lots of rain.

However, I made a most excellent peach cobbler. It tasted more like a peach bread pudding. All rich and gooey.

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

Was over on Tonya's page and she was chatting up The Sartorialist and I swung by and woo-woo! Michael Stipe ! Which makes me think about olden times. And how REM sort of defined a particular portion of my life. From ages 12 to 20. And how John and I aren't one of those "oh that's our song" couples, but I've always felt like "Be Mine" could be contender.