Wednesday, March 28, 2012

You know how I'm always a couple years behind on all the cutting edge music? Well, I've just discovered the Civil Wars. I think I'd heard of them, but only because I was at Mama's house when the Grammys were on last month and she DVRed them and it took her like three days to watch them. So I heard their name. I youtubed them today. Sorry if this is old news. You can download their live album for free over on their site. I'm listening right now.



They certainly have something. They're like Don Draper for the ears.

Plus, this is just about the best cover of all time:

Tuesday, March 27, 2012



I'm so glad Mad Men's back. Yesterday John and I were in the car and out of the blue we both started singing Zou Bisou Bisou at the same time. I think that Matthew Weiner might be some kind of a witch doctor. I love it so much.

Saturday, March 24, 2012

I'm so glad that no one other than the federal government looks at my search history... not that it's anything dirty or titillating. But more cause it's the exact opposite of that. Like, odd and boring. I just spent a half hour looking up pictures of a pregnant Jennifer Garner. It's kind of crazy how the paparazzi stalk her and her children. For the love of God, all the woman does is boring mommy things, and now, thanks to TMZ or whatever, we all know exactly what she looks like when she's doing them. I read somewhere that the photographers camp out on the Affleck/Garner lawn at 7am and follow her all day. I just wanted to see what her daughters looked like these days, and now I feel guilty for feeding off of their lack of privacy.

Friday, March 23, 2012


So our Mae is a beautiful boy. But he's a damn mess. He's all spastic and ridiculous and ever since the temperature got above 60 degrees he's been shedding clumps of fur left and right and above and below. I come home from work and it looks like we've got black shag carpet. Now, I groom that bastard quite regularly. Because I seriously think he's challenged and the whole personal hygiene thing is a bit beyond his grasp. So today I dragged his ass into the bathroom and I cooed and ahhed over him and brushed him and q-tipped him and attended to his problem areas when it occurred to me: Mae-Mae is freakin' Bill Dauterive. He's fat and slovenly and pitiful, but you just can't help but like him. I've been calling him Guillaume ever since.

This is John's favorite Bill clip from King Of The Hill:



I don't really have a favorite, as they are all my favorite. But I do really love the episode where Bill visits his family in Louisiana. I'll be having a "case of the horribles" all week now thanks to this clip:



Not so very much going on here. Which is my way of saying that there's stuff going on but I'm entirely too vexed to discuss it. John will be done with his treatment in four more weeks. We'll be moving a few weeks after that. Pretty exciting. Skeery too. We bought an Asus tablet this week. I hear it's pretty nifty. Basically it makes my piece of junk Acer laptop look like an Etcha Sketch. Mostly we've just been trying to lay low. We've fallen in love with Freaks and Geeks. But as there are only 18 episodes, we're staggering them. I'm reading a couple of light weight mysteries that've been lying around collecting dust and cat dander.

Monday, March 12, 2012

I took a vacation day last Thursday so that I could go with John to his liver specialist in Worcester. It was a gorgeous day. Almost 70 degrees. But I felt like shit. I felt so bad that when John asked if I wanted to go to Savers -which is this Salvation Army-type chain store- I said No. That's how bad I felt. So bad that I didn't even finish my fries at Five Guys. Y'all, I am not the kind of girl who doesn't finish her fries. I'll finish my fries and yours too if you don't keep an eye on them. So we went home and I proceeded to become violently ill. It lasted for a while. I had a fever for a few days. I'm missing 36 hours out of my life. It was ridiculous. Today is literally the first time I left the house since that trip last Thursday.

I did manage to finish reading The Witch of Hebron and watch four episodes of Downton Abbey. I'd been saving them up to view all at once because I'm not a big fan of that cliffhanger-tune in next week bullshit. I got through four episodes and then discovered that I'd neglected to DVR the fifth. Gah! Now I can't find it anywhere on the internets so I guess I'm stuck on the edge of my seat until Netflix decides to toss me a bone.

Monday, March 5, 2012

What I'm reading: The Witch Of Hebron by James Howard Kunstler. My sister Wendy's always been a huge fan of survival-type books. So because of her, I am too. First Mr. Kunstler wrote World Made by Hand which is the story of a post-modern world. It's set about ten or so years after the fall of... well, everything. Primarily though, the world has run out of oil and that's what prompts the whole mess. The Witch Of Hebron is the sequel. I can't tell you how much I love these books. They're beautifully written and terrifying and yet, comforting too. The story takes place in a small village in upstate New York. They're folks of all walks of life who are all working towards a common goal. Survival. Love it! A former airline executive is a pig farmer and the former VP of a software company is now a master carpenter. Everything works on a barter and trade system. If that kinda stuff turns you on, go check these books out.

Here's an excerpt from his Forecast 2012:

Wrap your mind around life in an economy organized around farming, with a much sparser distribution of big urban centers, and far fewer people overall. Don't imagine for a moment that your grandchildren will be zinging across the landscape in electric cars sampling one theme park after another while "networking" with "friends" on cyborg social networks implanted in their brain jellies. Think of them grooming their mules in the summer twilight. Anyway, you get the picture: everything that the finance ministries and treasuries and central banks are affecting to do is mere shadow theater performed in support of wishful thinking.
The question, then, is what kind of hardship and disorder will attend our journey out of the industrial era into post-technological age we are entering. Will we just turn the world into a Michael Bay movie and blow everything up? Or will we make some graceful descent and retain what is really best about the human spirit?


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Sunday, March 4, 2012

Well y'all, it just ain't getting any easier. Alright, that's not the altogether truth. There are some things that are easier. But there's one big thing that totally sucks donkey dick and that one thing is John's Hep C treatment. Apart from the fact that it's absolute hell on his body and his psyche, it's also the reason we decided to delay our move back home. John's undergone treatment several times in the past twelve years. Each time has been pretty crappy. Well, this one is the crappiest of the crappy. And by crappy I mean shitty. Since September he's been taking eighteen pills a day. That's just for the treatment. That's eighteen pills in addition to his normal drug regimen. Also, once a week he has to give himself a shot. Usually I do it because it's easier if you can grab a hunk of flesh and inject into it. Kinda hard to do that in your own arm. Anyway, he feels bad about 80% of the time. Nauseous and feverish and he hurts into his bones. Plus he's developed this really nifty rash (mostly on his hands but also on his stomach, legs and back and head) that oozes and itches and looks like big ol' scabby cigar burns. It's called Ribavirin rash. Y'all know I took pictures. I'm not gonna post them though cause they're pretty gross. The plus side of all of this is... according to his last blood work, he is entirely free of the virus. We're hoping he only has to stay on it through the end of this month.

Now, the good stuff that's going on is that we've had virtually no winter up here. I know this is due to global warming and is probably a sign of the end of our planet, but honestly, I don't give a rat's taint. At this point, I'd rather be swept away by a typhoon than have to spend hours a day digging myself into and out of my house. Last year we had so much snow it snapped a tree limb on to the trailer and blocked our front door and John had to literally lie on the floor and kick the door open a few inches in order to get out. I hate you winter. This year we've only had a couple of snowy episodes and they weren't even bad.

Other good stuff, I went home for a few days last month and got to spend a goodly amount of time with Wendy and these babies:





Wendy and I went exploring in the Brown Mountain area and found The Coffee Cup House:




I went to breakfast with Papaw and Jimmy and visited with them for a while:




Those overalls he's wearing? I lived in his hand-me-down overalls for about 2 years. They were stupid comfortable and the perfect shade and wear and leg-width.