Wednesday, April 28, 2010

I've been busy redesigning. I had tried using the new blogger template designer, but for some reason I wasn't allowed access. Blogger was being very aloof and I had to learn the secret handshake. Now that I know it, I'll be using it way more often. Even though I'm pretty pleased with this outcome.

Yesterday I rode along with John to his liver specialists appointment. He dropped me off at Borders and then picked me up afterward. I bought The Cracker Queen by Lauretta Hannon. And then I curled up in a chair with a coffee and a book of useless trivia and found out that Naomi Watts's father was a road manager for Pink Floyd and that the actor who played Radar O'Reilly on MASH has a deformed left hand and that Marilyn Monroe used to bleach her pubic hair. Later on, we ate at Chipotles. I ate way too much guacamole and rice, which caused me to whine the entire way home until John finally told me to "just sit there and be quiet". Then I stopped whining, but only because I was too busy laughing at his stern voice.

Speaking of Mr. Grumpy McSternstein, he has to have another liver biopsy and also an echocardiogram because his doctor doesn't have any other patients who have been on Interferon for as long as John and he wants to make sure everythings functioning properly. Yes, please.

Finally, while I'm still not yet sharing Flat Stanley's adventures. I will post a couple pictures in slightly ambiguous places. It's all very covert, donchya know?


Me and Stan sitting in a hot as hell bronzed chair in front of a gigantic sculpture of a terribly famous children's book.


Stan visited his first New England stone wall. Although this one is obviously a newer one.


Stan in the gardens of some groovy place.


Stan and his first MassPike toll ticket. You won't find that in Pumpkin Center.

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

I wish I was, but I'm just not feeling very bloggery lately. I have so many drafts started and saved and forgotten. I guess I should just dive into it.

I'm out of work for four more weeks. Remember that scene in Grease, when Rizzo yells to Kenickie from the top of the Ferris Wheel that she's not pregnant and everyone's singing and hand-jiving? Well that's the level of excitement I'm feeling about not having to go back to work for another month.

This weekend John and I took Flat Stanley to a few really cool places. But I'm all hush-hush about it because I want it to be a secret for the younguns. I'll post pictures soon though.

I finished reading The Little Stranger by Sarah Waters and Patience by Lisa Valdez. Now I'm reading The Night Watch, also by Sarah Waters.

We watched The Pineapple Express the other day and enjoyed the hell out of it. We also watched The Changeling. Not the Angelina one, but an older horror movie with George C. Scott. I was pleasantly surprised.

Friday, April 23, 2010

Sexy Stanley


Today I received Flat Stanley in the mail. He arrived courtesy of my niece Abby. It was a long haul all the way from Pumpkin Center, NC so of course he had to take a nap with Bea. He'd better rest up, cause I got plans for him. Me and the Stanster gonna turn this mother out.

Sunday, April 18, 2010

I'm admittedly slow on the up-take, so I just heard about The Ghost Brothers Of Darkland County. Apparently it's a musical collaboration between Stephen King and John Mellencamp. Now that's the sort of news that'll rev my engine.

Saturday, April 17, 2010

Lately, this little thing:

has decided that she no longer cares for her million dollar a bag:

Even though she's been perfectly happy with it for like, two years. So now she's back on:

Which is roughly the same price. Not that it even matters all that much. I'd pay it, whatever the cost. Funny thing is, the only wet food she'll eat is cheap-ass Friskies. She's got a .40 cent a day habit.

Wellness
Eukanuba
Yesterday I watched Kendall for a little while so that Judy could run some errands. She was thoroughly enjoyable even though she conjured up the stank in her diaper and I had to change it. But it's all good on account of her being the best baby in the history of the universe.

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

John had an appointment with an MRI machine today at UMass-Worcester and I tagged along for the ride. Actually, I tagged along for the cafeteria. UMass is a teaching hospital, and it's like a city inside a city. Their cafeteria rocks my world. I had chicken salad and tabbouleh and cucumbers in an entire pita pocket with a side of chips and a pickle and it cost $3.50. And it was good as hell. After John got out of the torture chamber he had one too. The two of us ate for less than 8 bucks. If I could, I'd go back for supper.

Daddy's in the hospital with pneumonia. Or, "the newmawney" as my sister's and I like to call it. From what I can decipher from my mama, he's doing really well. He also has an ulcer on one of his feet, which ain't no joke, cause he's diabetic and also because a couple of years ago he had necrotizing fasciitis so we're all a little leery anytime he gets major wounds. You can click the link if you want. But I'm warning you, there are pictures on there that could gag a maggot.

Movies I've watched on the Netflix: "The Orphanage" which I loved. It's Spanish and creepy and beautiful. "Miss Pettigrew Lives For A Day" with Frances McDormand and Amy Adams. I think I may love Amy Adams. But I'm also pretty sure I can't stand her. Which is sort of the reason I love her. I look at her and think I'm going to hate her, but then five minutes later I really like her. That's a fairly normal reaction, I think. But the issue is that it happens with every single movie she's in. I hate her, but then I love her. Unlike my reaction to Rachel McAdams, who I just hate all the time. She stirs up nasty teeth-kicking emotions. But she's not in "Miss Pettigrew" so that doesn't really matter, eh? I also watched "The Ghost and Mrs. Muir" and an old Miss Marple with Joan Hickson.

Sunday, April 11, 2010

John and I are just sitting around wondering if we're the only people on earth who think it's crazy bizarre that the deaths of Poland's president and the major leaders of most of it's government has taken the back burner to a golf game.

In the words of Julia Sugarbaker: "Have you all just completely lost your minds?"

Friday, April 9, 2010

Last night I re-instated our Netflix account and sat up until 1am watching instantly and adding to my queue. I watched Incendiary. Say what you will about the movie itself, but Michelle Williams is a force.

I'm not getting out of my pajamas today, as it is 55 degrees and raining here. I've been sitting in this computer chair so long it's making my right eyeball twitch.

Thursday, April 8, 2010


I've got nothing of my own to offer today so I thought I'd post some Lenny love. If there's a sweeter baby boy out there, I just wouldn't know where to find him. I can say, "Lenny! I'm gonna kiss your belly!" and he'll roll over on his back and smile.

He does too smile.

Today I managed not to take a nap and I decided that 400 pages of "The Historian" was plenty. So I skipped the next 200 pages or so and found out what happened. Whoever was in charge of editing that book needs to lose their job. I've moved on to "The Little Stranger" by Sarah Waters. Ms. Waters wrote "Fingersmith" which, if you haven't already, you should run out right now and buy or borrow a copy. It is an exceptional novel.

Wednesday, April 7, 2010




I am bandage free. I'm also so swollen I can't bend my toes. These pictures are mostly for my sisters because they're gross out freaks like me.

I'd also like to apologize for my non-exfoliated skin. But I've basically been wearing a cast for eight days so you gotta cut a chick some slack.

John and I ran around like idiots all day. Back and forth to the doctors and dropping off papers and forms at my work and at the banks. It's alright though because it was a record 92 degrees here today so the car was much cooler than the house.

Tuesday, April 6, 2010


I had an eye appointment today. They dilated me and even though it gave me a headache (yeahyeah, what doesn't) it was still pretty cool, aesthetically. I thought I looked rather fetching and mysterious with huge pupils. It completely changes the look of your face. I told John I was thinking about getting big pupilly contacts. I'm not gonna tell you what he said in reply, but I will say that it wasn't very complimentary.

These are the glasses I wound up with after an hour of trying on every pair twice. I wanted to get the big pink tricked out pimped out D&G's, but honestly, I think I'm over that phase.

Plus, I can go to Zenni Optical and buy five pairs of hipster-doofus glasses for what I ended up paying today.

How's Aggie doing these days?


I go days without seeing her. We usually forget she's even inside until she does something like the above. She still hides under the chair and she spends a lot of time under the bed, but lately, she's been scurrying by us more frequently. We're not allowed to look at her though. It's sort of an unspoken rule that John and I have picked up on. She can sit in the hallway and stare at us, but if we stare back she runs like hell. The other night, I was up late by myself and it was very quiet and I heard her playing with a cat toy behind my chair. It's the first time I've ever known of her playing and it made me both sad and happy. Maybe in a year or so we'll be able to sit in the same room together and have a civilized conversation.

Sunday, April 4, 2010

Happy Easter


For some reason I got this wild urge to make homemade cinnamon rolls. I'm talking dry yeast and ten minutes of hand-kneading and a couple hours of rising in warm places. It wasn't so much hard as it was laborious. And time consuming. But my hands smell so damn good right now that I might not wash them ever again. This picture is just one uncooked pan of three. I used this recipe from Recipezaar, only I cut it in half. I'm nearly positive that I did something wrong because the original whole recipe says it made twelve rolls and I've got twenty rolls after halving it. This is the first time I've ever worked with yeast. I feel very rustic and exhausted. I'm so exhausted I'll probably only be able to eat two or three rolls when they're finally finished baking.

On a completely different note: the last few pictures I've posted here have been taken with John's iphone. We're figuring out that the phone takes much better pictures than our craptastic little cybershot and I, for one, am none too happy about it.

**update: my cinnamon rolls were totally worth the effort. The best dough I've ever, ever eaten. For some reason, they make me feel very French. I don't know what that means, either.

Friday, April 2, 2010


New purple bandages.

This is Dr. Scanlon who swears I didn't say anything bizarre while I was under. He also encouraged me to take pictures, though I'm pretty sure he didn't figure himself into the shoot. Really though, making him an internet sensation is the least I could do considering the fact that he gave me four effin' shots of novocaine in my bruised up bloody mess of a foot. FOUR! I told him my foot was pretty numb, and he asked if I wanted him to throw some more novocaine in it, you know, to last me for a while longer. And I'm like, hell, I won't feel the needles, go ahead! Numb that shit up!

Dumb. Ass.

I didn't cry. But I nearly swallowed my tongue.

Oh yeah... he had to go through the bottom too.

Bea


This wicked little thing was staring at me while I was reading. She's terribly photogenic. Bea turns fourteen this year. If she dies before I do I'm pretty sure they're gonna have to sequester me away at the nervous hospital.
John's doing laundry and I'm buying coffee on Amazon. I'm not sure that even warrants an entire blog posting.

What I'm reading: "The Historian" by Elizabeth Kostova. Never had any desire to read it before because I'm not a big fan of the vampire genre. However, I was wrong to lump it into that category as it is pretty dang good so far.

I have an appointment with the foot doc today. I can't wait to see what it looks like underneath all these bandages. Pictures!

Thursday, April 1, 2010

Music Memories Part 2


Me and my sister Angie used to dance our white girl booties off to some Lio-nell.


My sister Wendy and I used to drive mountain roads and analyze the crap out of this song. Wendy was always a metal girl. She's seen Ozzy and Alice Cooper each about a hundred times, but she's the one who introduced me to the good stuff. The Trio, CSN&Y, the Allman Brothers...

Music Memories

Tonya was sweet enough to invite me to share some of my music memories. Turns out I have a ton of them. So here are a few to start off with.


This song reminds me of riding around in the car with my sisters. They used to take me every where with them even though they were teen-agers and I was only four or five. They said I was a boy magnet because I always had a black eye from jumping off of the couch, pretending I was Wonder Woman.


Good Lord. We used to do gymnastics to this song. I was five. I still love this song and I still sing it at the top of my lungs... "Hiiigh-OOO, Silver! AaaWaaaaayyy!"



My Mama used to sing this song to me when I was little. I loved it even though it made me sad. I was probably 25 before I realized that it was an AP Carter song and that the Flatt and Scruggs version was where my Mama first heard it. The Flatt and Scruggs version is terrific, but the Wiseman version is a little more haunting. So this song is my Mama's song. She has a lovely bluegrassy voice by the way.


Another Mama song... I guess some kids were raised on "Twinkle Twinkle". Not me, man. I was raised on beans and taters and Jim Reeves.

Wheaties Fuel


Wheaties Fuel

This stuff tastes a lot better than it has any right to. It's more like a dessert than breakfast. But it claims to be good for you and I refuse to read the nutritional index on the box because lately, as long as I can keep it down, I'm gonna eat it. I don't care if it's made of pig snouts and assholes.

For any one out there keeping up with the weather here in NE, this is what the Quinebaug River looked like on Tuesday. John took this picture on the way to the hospital.