Friday, October 29, 2010
Monday, October 25, 2010
I'm home alone this evening. John's playing darts with the farmers and I'm about to eat a head-ache pill and maybe some wheat thins and veggie dip. Earlier this evening we took a ride to get away from home and my face suddenly got super-ass hot and my stomach turned queasy. We took a detour through McDonalds so I could get a small Coke to cool me down and settle the belly and the voice through the box says, "Welcome to McDonalds! Would you like to try a McRib sandwich?". And John and I did one of those what?!?what?!? double takes and before I knew it, we were sitting in the Target parking lot making faces at the seagulls, stuffing our mouths, wondering if we were the only two people in the world today who actually high-fived over a McRib.
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Yesterday John and I bought jeans because most of mine have holes in the thighs from the old chub-rub and John says he's using his weight to keep up with the gas prices. You know, going up a few cents every day. Really though, I think it's just because he's finally off of the Interferon. Either way, we've decided to lay off of the shit food for a while. See where that gets us. Evidently it's genetic because we took Ernie to the vet Friday for his check-up and he weighs a honkin' 18 pounds. He's a truck. And before anyone decides to get on our shit, he's really not even fat, so much as he is just BIG. The vet said just to make sure he stays active. Today I watched him chase grasshoppers across the yard, so he and I have totally fulfilled both our ends of the bargain.
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Because it's fall and fall is my favorite season, I'm offering up some nice fall music. At least it's fall music to me. Dave Mallett is one of those musicians that John's been listening to for 30 years and because I've known John for a while now I'm well aware that that's not exactly cause enough for me to drink the kool-aid. (ie James Taylor, Bruce Springsteen) But in this case, John was right on. Listen if you want. Dave Mallett's a poet. A writer of poignant ballads and a pretty swell guy.
**** John's making me print a retraction: He wants everyone to know that he's never, ever liked Bruce Springsteen. But I could've sworn otherwise.
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Cat Versus Human
I swear I just found this cartoon like five minutes ago. Which is freaky-deaky because this morning I downloaded this picture from our vacation:
Bea loves to ride. This is her wedged in between us, perched on her very own pillow, happy as a clam. She's been riding in cars since the get-go and actually prefers it to just about any other recreational activity. We prefer her in cars too. She gets to be the queen of the road and she morphs into a sweetheart. So much so that we've decided to make regular car rides with Bea a part of our lives.
Monday, October 18, 2010
My whole life I've been secretly convinced that at some point I'm going to be able to pick up a pencil or a paintbrush and just be able to create something like this. In my mind, it's not so much about being born with a talent as it is discovering it at the exact right moment. Like all of the atoms are moving and I just have to be in tune with myself and the universe enough to know when's the right time.
It all makes perfect sense in this musty, fusty head of mine. Meanwhile, I love Julie Morstad's illusrations. There's something creepy and romantic and cover of a 1970 children's book about them.
Saturday, October 16, 2010
I'm someone who gets more sleep when I'm not on vacation. Mostly because when I'm visiting my family or some place other than the trailer out in the woods, I'm afraid something really awesome is gonna take place and I'll miss it. I ate breakfast every morning at 6am with my Daddy and Papaw and my Uncle Jimmy. I like breakfast. But it totally wouldn't break my heart to wait and eat it around 8 or so. It would however break my heart to miss out on sharing it with the men-folk. My sisters joined in on a couple of mornings. My doll-faced niece Katie B. even managed to crawl out of bed and show up wearing the same thing she'd had on the night before. I've been there. I was 18 once too. So that picture above is my Daddy driving us home from b-fast one morning. It's a classic kind of Daddy picture. Gimme cap and clutching the wheel. If you had smell-o-vision, you'd be whiffing Naugahyde and Lance's cheese crackers and kudzu and burning leaves. Those are Daddy smells.
Thursday, October 14, 2010
So here’s how it went down. John and I left at four on Thursday morning during what turned out to be a freakin’ tropical storm. It rained –no- it !!!RAINED!!! for the first twelve hours of our drive. Remember that part in Forrest Gump when he’s in Vietnam and he talks about it raining and he says it rained all the time, it rained sideways and frontways, and one time it even rained upside down? Well, it was like driving through a car wash. Cars were all pulled over on the sides of I-78 and I-81 with their hazard lights flashing. But not us. Hell naw. We kept on plugging along. Which is why it took us over 15 hours.
Now having said all of that, the weather for the rest of the trip was nothing less than purrfect. Mama and Daddy and John and I went to Boone one day:
I ate boiled peanuts and John ate too much $8 a pound “penny candy” from the Mast General store and then got himself a sugar hangover. I came real damn close to getting my forearm tattooed. A chick at one of the tattoo places helped me design one, but by the time I made up my mind it was nearly dark and John had donned his hypoglycemic pants and I started having nervous-nellie palpitations, so I decided it just wasn’t meant for right then.