Sesquipedalian

This Is The Happy Place I Go To

2012-01-03T23:17:00.003-05:00

And honestly? How wrong is that? Spanking centaurs...why not? I do find myself listening to the real, non-Nyhm'd song " Bad Touch" over and over on my drive in to work to sell books. And I did just write a rec tag about baudy sites to see in Europe. I'll get really worried if I can't control the urge to dye my hair.

Noah's Bitch

2011-12-01T23:14:00.001-05:00

There is a time immediately following a disaster when all you can do is talk about it. Repeat the same story over and over again. And then three months later, when you are still trying to cope, finding the words that you used ad nauseum seem to fail you. Because you are tired. And depleted. And talking about it just seems so useless. And you just want to lay down and beg for a different life. Then when you are thinking there is no light at the end of the tunnel, bulldozers are in your ravine and dump trucks are dumping, excavator jaws are screaming and diesel fuel is the fragrance of hope. But you are still exhausted and stressed because life doesn't stop when all your personal shit has hit the fan. It's like a death. People are around when it first happens. It's the afterwards when they are needed most. You find you are just dragging yourself through another day. If it weren't for The Minion I think I might have gone out back and drowned myself in the body of water that caused all this. The meaning of Irene is "peaceful" in Greek. Fuck that. Mother Nature is a bitch.

temporarily lost at sea

2011-01-28T22:32:00.008-05:00

It's been a bad week. Maybe it was the eviction notice. Pinot and Freddie seems a good way to escape for the moment. And the f*cking awesomeness of Ian Anderson performing with an orchestra. When I was younger I wanted to play like him. Or be his flute.

Winter

2011-01-13T18:30:00.002-05:00

Makes me go to the "happy place" that features a sunny deserted beach, a pile of books and a pitcher of something sweet and buzz inducing.

I can never decide whether to shovel out the van before the plow comes, then do it again or wait till afterward and move triple the amount of snow. Not that it really matters. It's all the same snow, just rearranged.

I miss leaves and grass.

Resolutions

2010-12-31T21:30:00.003-05:00

I'm not a fan of denying myself things that are pleasurable, so I rarely resolve to stop certain behaviors in the New Year. I don't need to lose weight, I like having a bottle of wine every few weeks and smoking 5 to 10 cigarettes a day isn't good for me, but I certainly smoke less than I used to. I could be nicer to folks that irritate me, but basically I avoid those in my life who make me feel like I need to break out the razor blades. At work I have the"helpful smile" down pat. New Year's resolutions remind me of Lent. Find me a Catholic happy about Lent. There aren't any. This evening I'm going to enjoy the bottle of Pinot Noir I just opened, nibble crackers slathered with fat-laden cheese log and go outside and puff.

But this year I am resolving to do something I will enjoy. I am going to send one postcard a month to a friend. Or maybe more than one friend. Or maybe even...a letter. I honestly don't remember the last time I received a letter. The postcards may be crammed with regards or they may relay a single word or a list of things I'm reading. Technology has made it far too easy not to spend time on people. To loosely quote someone who will begin receiving said postcards: After the revolution we'll have to start writing again.

Geethali Is Her Given Name..

2010-12-24T22:45:00.002-05:00

Ravi Shankar's lovely daughter, Norah Jones

Happy Christmas!

she loosed the chain and down she lay

2010-12-04T20:33:00.002-05:00

She sings the poem in its entirety on her album "The Visit".

Love Song circa 1981, Clapton is God and a Woman who sounds as Lovely as she did 20 years ago.

2010-11-18T21:39:00.005-05:00

Blessed Alchemy

2010-11-16T08:49:00.001-05:00

Scent is a powerful thing. Whenever I smell peppers and onions I remember my Memere's kitchen. When I smell warm, wet wool I think of the Appalachian Trail, when I catch a whiff of Chanel No. 5, I think of my mother. A few months ago I received an email from the woman who owns Pura Vida in Brattleboro. Judia concocts amazing lotions, oils, mists and soaps. Sadly, she was discontinuing one of her more popular fragrances: Mayan Gold. An ingredient was obscenely expensive; she just couldn't brew it up any more. I did not receive this news well. I cried. Then I ordered as many bottles as I could afford and vowed to use it sparingly. Mayan Gold is what I have worn every day for nearly 8 years. It is lush. It would be what K23 smelled like in the Tom Robbins book Jitterbug Perfume. It is something I was loathe to live without. So for the last few months I have been frugally spritzing. The bottles are getting low. Two nights ago I lamented to the S.O that it would soon be gone and I wouldn't smell like myself much longer. I wouldn't feel the same. The Minion wouldn't hug me and sigh "Mommy smell". Then this morning I opened an email from Judia. She is bringing Mayan Gold back. Of course it could be that I had only been awake for 10 minutes, but I burst into tears. I am simply giddy with happiness. Obviously, since I'm attempting to share the joy here. It's not just that I feel like I got an early holiday gift, I'm trying to understand why I feel so invested in this scent and why it has triggered in me such a range of emotions.Will I hoard bottles of it now as a just-in-case measure? Is every memory from the last 8 years tied up in that blue bottle with the golden flower? Would I have saved the last drops just to uncap it occasionally and breathe those memories in?

Judia's website : www.vermontoils.com

So The Odd Thing Is..

2010-10-28T00:05:00.004-04:00

I bought this David Gray album in 2003 when I left my husband. I liked it. I hated him. I liked that it had nothing to do with him. And up until tonight I have never seen a David Gray video. I had no idea what he looked like. It's been 7 years. David Gray looks British. I guess he is, given the pub and the football/rugby footage. I tried to find a video for "Real Love" which is a great tune even though it has a sappy title. The only one I could find was a creepy family photo montage of {perhaps} residents of the southern part of the USA. So it's "Be Mine" ~ which still has me tapping my toes and shouting "Jumpin'Jesus! Holy Cow!" in the right spot. Still, I am a little confused about the football/rugby. Perhaps Paul the deceased psychic octopus could have explained it. Of course the whole severed head thing is just plain wrong. This coming from the woman who bought Edward Gorey Christmas cards today. I'll link the in studio version as well. No disturbing images. Aside from the homely British man.

These Noon to 9PM shifts have me all half werewolf for half the week. It's almost 12:30 am and I feel it's 7pm. Damn that 7:30 AM schoolbus.

It's All In The Drumming

2010-10-27T23:44:00.002-04:00

I like to listen to this and block out everyone but Bill and Mickey. Shimmy shimmy! Time to break out the bellydance garb! School-marmish bookseller by day...but she has a dark side.

Tango Again

2010-10-14T19:43:00.005-04:00

I really love this on so many levels.

I would say "Get a room"..but I think I want to watch.

They aren't flashy. They aren't Morticia and Gomez. They look like they did this at their wedding decades ago. And her shoes are fabulous.

Great movie. Great scene.

Decor For The Acutely Morbid

2010-10-01T20:13:00.006-04:00

I was a morbid child. I cut my teeth on Charles Addams and Edward Gorey. I saved my baby teeth because I had dreams of making them into a necklace. I suppose my parents figured that if I wasn't mutilating the chickens, horses or dog I was "okay".

We live in an area where there are woodland and farm creatures. These critters die of natural causes or maybe..most likely.. not, and there are a lucky few who find the picked clean remains. That would be us. Not only do we have your basic animals expiring we have a cow graveyard way up in the woods. The coyotes drag the snacky bits around and on our walks we tend to find them. And then we bring them home. Some people collect leaves or flowers. We get all in a tither about bones. The collection isn't vast, but it's growing. The Minion and S.O have brought home the lower jaw of a beaver ( in the bay window next to the miniature rose plants ),a spike-horn skull ( in the whiskey barrel planter with the Chinese forget-me-not ), a second deer skull sans antlers ( in the other whiskey barrel with the chives...don't eat at our house ) and just last week while I was a work:the most fabulous cow femur.

My first thought on the femur was: "How can I make this work? It's too big for inside the house." My second was: "This is not normal...who decorates with de-fleshed bones?" My third was: " The S.O must really think I'm a ghoul." So for the time being, the femur is out with the deer skulls...right where the S.O dropped it. With winter coming I feel I should bring the skulls and leg inside, I just don't know where to put them. And I think the S.O may object. His ability to humor me only goes so far. I'm thinking if I re-arrange the Minion's room ...he does have an alligator head and caribou antler ( see Christmas picture post from 2007 ) motif going...it could work. I could even display the Minion's baby teeth~ he's saved all his too. It must be genetic.

Jitterbug Perfume

2010-09-24T20:41:00.002-04:00

Pan lives.

Fiddle Dee Dee!!

2010-08-27T22:31:00.001-04:00

Surely the spinniest tune there is!

The Most Wonderful Place On Earth

2010-08-19T18:46:00.003-04:00

It was suggested by a dear friend that I start to write regularly again. I have missed being snarky and will make an effort to update more than once every 8 months.

I cleaned out my office at Stratton today. After 17 years I've decided to simplify. My commute will now be 3 miles of flat road, not 18 uphill and down, with 4 different types of weather on those January days I wish I were living on Fiji. I am..again..a bookseller here. The Bookstore was my first job as a sophomore in high school, back when it was a very small store and across the street from where it now lives. I was saving money for an exchange to Germany and continued working there for 5 years. It was a good fit then and an even better one now. I feel like a chocoholic in a candy store. I like what I do. I get surges of happiness while shelving books in my sections...you know that feeling when you were first in love and out of the blue you'd feel all tingly and giggly? This happens to me now. Running my fingers over spines, my eyes absorbing outstanding covers...the scent of freshly printed ideas.

Of course it isn't without its challenges...example: " I heard about this book on NPR the other day, and I don't remember the author, but the title had "The" in it and it was about Japanese prison camps..I think. Do you have this book?" Google is a friend.

I have yet to eat or drink from our apparently amazing cafe, but I hear the coffee is terrific. We have author events...I just swooned...did you all feel that swoon? I am happy and content and the employee discount doesn't hurt either.

Next time: How The Minion Survived His 6 Week Visit With His "Born-Again" Dad. Yes...there is a back-lit bust of Jesus whose eyes follow you across the room.

Threats Work

2010-01-07T21:59:00.003-05:00

Me: Honey, cut it out

Minion: What's the magic word, mom?

Me: Look, just cut it out, you are on my last ever loving nerve.

Minion: No, what's the magic word?

Me: Magic word? How about : Shovel and Hefty bags.

Suddenly he decided to get ready for bed. Amazing. I think he's watched too many CSI dvd's with me.

Always Makes Me Cry

2009-11-29T15:46:00.000-05:00

Ringing The Bell Of Idiocy

2009-09-11T08:06:00.004-04:00

On the second viewing of Rep.Joe Wison sticking his butt in his mouth during the President's speech, I looked only at Joe Biden and Nancy Pelosi. The VP had that "Dad's going to deal with you later" expression and Pelosi's glare could have frozen Hellfire. I'm hoping to replicate her look the next time The Minion misbehaves. Surely he will pee himself in fear. I know I would.

Margaret and Helen

2009-09-06T13:15:00.001-04:00

Helen's latest blog entry. She ripped the words right out of my mouth. My dearly departed mother would have loved this. She was a feisty old lady who spoke in much the same way.

She Says She Was "Surprised".

2009-09-01T13:56:00.005-04:00

Knocked up again.

There wouldn't be a surprise if you stop humping like rabid weasels. Or wrap that bad boy. Or get a freaking IUD. But apparently the adherents of the QuiverFull brand of religion do not encourage family planning. Carbon footprint? Carbon freaking stampede.

Keith At His Best

2009-08-14T22:45:00.002-04:00

The Herd of Unwashed

2009-07-28T11:02:00.003-04:00

17 years ago, at the age of 23, I was hiking the Applachian Trail from Georgia to Maine. It doesn't feel that long ago. This is the time of year the hikers come through our town and if I see them in the store or laundrymat I ask them if they need a ride to the post office, back to the trailhead, etc. I tell them what year I hiked, and then I feel really old. Sigh.

Anonymous Thoughts on the Sarah Palin Resignation

2009-07-04T23:09:00.004-04:00

I came across this gem while reading comments on themudflats.net.

" i don’t know how you alaskans dealt with her before McCain put her on the map. all i know is that i am so so sorry that you were forced to endure her reign; it must have been like being led by a muppet. a corrupt muppet. in evil high heels. "

Corrupt muppets in evil high heels. This person is quite possibly my soulmate.

The Shame of Rabbit Hoarding

2009-06-18T10:33:00.002-04:00

At times I think I'm a bit odd. But this lady has me beat.

We should all embrace the quirks that make us who we are...but without jail-time.

Currently On My Nightstand

2009-05-27T21:58:00.002-04:00

Just a bit of light reading. It's good to file info away in the grey cells.

Quote : "They can live for up to a year without food."

2009-05-16T22:16:00.002-04:00

Sweet hopscotching Jesus! Did anyone else see the Bedbug Article? I'm going to doom our luck now and state for the record that The Minion has never gotten headlice. And as far as I know we have never experienced bedbugs away or at home...oh shit, I'm all itchy now just thinking about parasites.

Stuff - boxes and bags of Stuff

2009-05-11T07:59:00.004-04:00

For those of you who still have parents among the living, you may not fully realize how much Stuff can accumulate in oh....80 or so years. It's probably rude to ask them to begin culling their belongings. My mother really only had 50 years of Stuff in the house as she moved to VT after her first husband passed away. I loved my mother. But in all honesty did she really need to keep:

All her dress clothes that stopped fitting her over a decade ago.
Her dress shoes, when she stopped wearing heels.
Her cassettes once she graduated to CD's.
The portable hood hairdryer.
Around 200 haircurlers.
A bazillion tupperwear containers.
Old, old, old booze. Booze that was in the house when I was a teenager. I won't even drink it now.
Spices. She stopped cooking when dad died. She never used the spices anyway. Again, been there since my childhood. The oregano is grey.

Fortunately ( so far ) my brother has moved into the house. So we don't really need to be Hell-bent on hoeing out. However it is a Project and a half. Once I get it under control, I'm going to simplify things here at home.

Congratulations To ~

2009-03-30T13:52:00.001-04:00

Leigh and her family as they welcome home a daughter!

Tango

2009-03-26T22:23:00.001-04:00

If I learned to bellydance, I can learn to do this. But where!?!?!

Do This

2009-03-18T19:42:00.002-04:00

When my sister-in-law died in 2000 at age 39 from leukemia I put myself on the National Bone Marrow Registry. All it took was a q-tip along the gum line. Her sons, my nephews are in college now. I keep wondering if there had been a match for her out in the world. Maybe they just didn't know about the Registry, or they did and didn't take the time to maybe make a difference.

Ending. (Or Beginning, Or Middle If You're The Minion)

2009-03-11T19:52:00.004-04:00

My mother passed away Tuesday morning. I'm okay. Really. The last couple weeks were when I mourned her. When she became a shell of pain instead of the witty lady I loved. The Minion has a Zen-like mindset thing going lately and is sticking with the re-incarnation angle. I'm just going with the being glad it's over for her angle. I knew I was stressed and exhausted but until I crawled into bed last night I didn't realize how completely spent I was. I slept the best sleep in probably three years. Because I didn't have to worry any longer.

She was highly organized, so there has been very little I've had to do arrangement wise. Three cheers for pre-planning. It's not morbid. It saves your loved ones having to think when they are most likely shattered. There's plenty to do without having to wonder whether to go with the upscale casket or the cardboard box for cremation. Like my dad said: "I want the damn cardboard box! Why burn up good money? Why should I care what I'm in? I'll be dead!"

Palliative Care

2009-03-03T12:31:00.002-05:00

A couple of you ( the two that read but don't comment...don't look innocently around; you know who you are) know that my mother has been very ill for the last few weeks. Well, today I get to decide whether or not to keep the fluid IV going. She's not aware of much. She hasn't eaten in weeks and won't keep a feeding tube in, so that was nixed a while back. She hasn't taken her regular medication for days. We're at the end of the line here. When I told my mother I would be the decision maker ( or is it "decider"..lol ), I knew it would be a crummy job. And it truly is a crummy job. I keep wondering if I should put a Danby marble urn on hold at Brewster's. I need one for her so she and dad are a matching pair, for bookends. Seriously. And she knew this. And thought it was a great idea.

I'm tired. I want to sleep all the time. Stress is exhausting. Even The Minion mentioned that I look awful. Sweet boy that he is. The only way I'm remaining sane through this emotional shit-storm is to think of things like the following:

Has anyone ever wondered why the numbers on phonepads and remotes are the reverse direction on a calculator? That bit of weird has been bugging me for days.

Pot and Pans

2009-02-16T13:47:00.002-05:00

I like to think it doesn't take a whole lot to make me happy. One of the things that helps keep me happy is when I get home from work and find that the pot I soaked the night before has been washed. When I get home and the pot is still in the sink, or has been moved out of the sink and set of the counter...well, that really vexes me. But I take a deep breath. Then another. Expel all the irritation. And simply wash the pot. Because I know ~ and apparently I am the only one in the house that realizes this ~ that the DishWashing Fairy is not coming by to sprinkle magic cleansing dust. The DishWashing Fairy is a myth. And I am going out on a limb here by guessing that the unwashed pot doesn't bother the S.O one bit. Therefore a conversation about unwashed pots would be a complete waste of my time.

So, who wants to guess whether the pot from last night has been washed at some point today?

2nd Alter Ego

2009-02-07T09:23:00.001-05:00

Cloistered Clarice ,the Dervish, isn't as busty as Eleanor ~ she may need to go shopping with Leigh.

Alter-Ego

2009-02-04T19:29:00.004-05:00

This is Eleanor. She's a level 20 Elementalist / Mesmer. Which means besides looking fabulous in her incredible armor, she can rain fire upon and suck energy from her enemies.

Some days I really enjoy being Eleanor. Click the pic to see her in all her splendid loveliness.

At Last

2009-01-26T19:19:00.001-05:00

The First Couple ~ so obviously smitten and Beyonce. Fabulous!

The Next Generation of Blue

2009-01-26T06:20:00.003-05:00

He actually begged for something worthy in Walmart.

Yes, that is the President ( I get weepy just typing that word ), next to Spidey and the Harry Potter gang on the Minion's wall.

Pay no attention to the fan ( May-Sept. usage ) or the plug-in pumpkin (October) ~ I am terrible that way. I still have to take the Christmas tree down too.

Top Five

2009-01-23T12:12:00.002-05:00

Catherine ~ in no particular order:

Six Wives ( 800 plus pages of historical text on Henry VIII's unfortunate Queens )

The Audacity of Hope ( No need to link this one)

Waiter Rant ( a must for anyone who has worked on the floor or behind the Line )

Shadow Child and The Gore ( Joe Cirtro scares the bejeezuz out of me. Creepy familiar surroundings. Makes going out to the woodpile after dark a deeply spooky and hurried experience.)

I Know I Read Alot ...

2009-01-21T14:22:00.002-05:00

Last Spring I began keeping a notebook of all the books / authors I read; because honestly, I get confused at the library sometimes and take out something I'd already read but forgotten about. I decided to do a "head-count" the other night. I've read 53 books in 9 months. I swear I do other things, like feed The Minion, laundry, water the plants. Honest, I do.

Like A Comfy Old Surreal Slipper

2009-01-18T12:17:00.003-05:00

I've picked up my worn copy of Tom Robbins' Jitterbug Perfume. For the uninitiated, Mr. Robbins is a Salvador Dali painting in book form. As full bodied as a Merlot. Sticky and juicy like a peach. Salacious and bouncy goodness. He makes you dissect the importance of everything from cigarette packs to beets. I've tried to recall why I underlined certain passages; they must have struck me as vastly important back in 1990. I'm sure I'll underline this time around as well.

Since scent is the main focus of Jitterbug, I've been thinking about how scent triggers memory. Old Woodsman bug dope: my dad. Peppers and onions: my grandmother's house. People tell me how nice I smell ~ Mayan Gold, I've worn it for years ~ I'm unable to smell it after about an hour but other people can.

Had a flying dream last night. It was diagonal flying. Which was different.

On The Nightstand Or Piled On the Floor...

2009-01-16T14:55:00.002-05:00

I usually have 4 or 5 books going at once. And they are usually pretty varied, but I think I've tipped to the extremes this time with the two that are dueling it out for my complete attention. First off we have Dry Storeroom No.1: The Secret Life of the Natural History Museum. Then we have Flesh House, it takes alot to disturb me ~ but I think Stuart MacBride has done it. And he has a fairly twisted page on his website as well.

Fossils or cannibalized flesh? Some days it's hard for a girl to decide.

Still On That Obama High

2008-12-13T18:23:00.002-05:00

I like this version. Who am I kidding? I like any version.

Because I Really Am This Twisted

2008-12-12T20:36:00.001-05:00

I want this shower curtain. Badly. But I'm fairly certain the S.O and The Minion wouldn't appreciate my sense of humor.

Improvising Joseph

2008-12-09T21:46:00.006-05:00

I bought a Creche ( insert accent grave over the first "e" sil vous plait ) on e-Bay last year. I happened upon it ~ and it was just like the one we had when I was a child. Which my parents gave to me when I got married, and my ex-husband said he didn't know where it was when we divorced. Yeah. Right. I remember the bonfire he built. Vividly.

So I get the Creche, and it is just as I remember - a 1950's cardboard manger, Italian ceramic figures of the Virgin, the shepherd, 3 kings, barnyard animals, the infant etc. but no Joseph. I knew old Joe was missing when I bought it. And I really want a Joe that goes with Mary...so the search for the perfect Joseph continues...but until he joins us we have: Obi-Wan-Joseph. The Minion doesn't know where his hands are, but he fits in the Creche better than the Vince McMahon or Batman action figures. I was bummed Vince didn't fit.

If you click on the picture, it should enlarge in order to really see the handless glory of the pseudo-pseudo father of the Christ-child.

How Tired Am I?

2008-12-04T21:33:00.003-05:00

I know I have no right to bitch about a full week of work in this economy, but after being on the dole for 5 months and reading books all day I have a hard time adjusting. I know this because I just put whole coffee beans in the coffee maker. Bypassing the grinder I'd just plugged in. Fortunately my inner brain caught it before a 6am debacle.

Also, I haven't made the Minion's bed all week. I always make the beds. It drives me nuts to have unmade beds. This morning I went in to wake him up and the quilt that is third down in the layers of blankets was on the floor. How? How did he do that? Soon I know I have to teach him to make his own bed. And just try and ignore the non-hospital corners. It will be difficult.

I'm getting my hair done tomorrow. I'll be a brunette again...for at least 6 weeks until the roots show. I suppose I'll have to drag the bodybag with the tree up from the basement this weekend. Open a bottle of something and lovingly fluff the artificial branches into Christmasy goodness. Actually the tree doesn't look fake - I think I posted a picture last December. It's a damn fine fakey!

40

2008-11-24T18:05:00.004-05:00

Mom and me ~ around 1971

Peter and Me

Me and Daddy ~ I'm two.

Peter, Mark, Daddy and Me! One month old

A Talk With My Former Spouse

2008-11-20T20:59:00.002-05:00

The Minion's father wanted him to go to Texas for Christmas. Not just for the two weeks of vacation but for a week before and after. A world of NO on that entire idea. I'll list my reasons.

My ex husband has found the Pentecostal church. Apologies to any of my 5 readers who might be born-again Pentecostals, but the ex has taken this to an extreme.

He believes that the Jews killed Jesus, no not the Romans, the Jews. Considering the S.O is Jewish, I take offense to that train of thought. Not to mention that the last time I picked up a story of the Crucifixion, it was centaurians weilding the mallets and nails.
He claims the people he is with in Texas are just like you and me, but they don't sin. Ever.
He cannot send me child support because he doesn't have a job. But God has taken care of all his needs - i.e, he is doing odd-jobs for the church and is receiving room and board ( sponging off them ).
He said he would pray for me. I said, great - please do...and also pray for that pair of winter boots for the Minion..I'll expect them on the dining room table via divine intervention by morning.
The only way to get to heaven is by reading the Bible and believing in Jesus. Apparently all other religions - including Catholics, but especially Jews need not apply.
Barack Obama is a Muslim.
He wants the Minion to eventually live with him because ~ and I freaking quote: " You can have more children". That is a freaky-assed statement.

When I got off the phone, the S.O suggested I just sit and have a bourbon. I thought that was an excellent suggestion. Needless to say, there are no plans for a father and son reunion anytime soon. The Minion is relieved. He is as wigged as we are about the change in his dad. And for those who are wondering, I have full legal custody. Whew.

Secretary

2008-11-19T20:42:00.002-05:00

I love this song. Love, Love this movie. And since I've been on a Boston Legal dvd marathon, my attraction to James Spader has been renewed. He's just so....interesting. His characters are neat. And I admit to lustful ideas in his general direction. Do you think Keith Olbermann will be jealous?

Keith and Love

2008-11-12T22:37:00.001-05:00

The man reads my mind.

I Found Where The Crazies Live

2008-11-09T13:06:00.003-05:00

It's like watching a trainwreck...can't believe it, but can't turn away.

These are some scary folks.

It's Like Freaking Christmas

2008-11-05T22:16:00.001-05:00

I stole this from Catherine, but it says it all for me. I'm tired and happy and joyful and bursting with pride, hope and satisfaction.

Nervous Energy

2008-11-04T08:11:00.002-05:00

The last time I felt like this was when I was waiting for The Minion to fly home from Oregon after his summer visit to his dad's. I stacked about a cord of wood that morning before I had to go to the airport. Of course all our wood has been stacked for a couple months. I feel a cleaning frenzy coming on. But I have errands to run after I go vote, so I will be occupied. Naturally I am down to one cigarette. I am not a chain smoker. I smoke maybe half a pack a day. Today I may morph into dearly departed old Uncle Donald - the 2 pack man. I would like to buy wine for this evening. But I work tomorrow and my tolerance level has dropped over the last few years. Normally I'd have 2 glasses. But I don't trust myself today. But the fact remains: Chemicals, I need chemicals! Sad but true.

I Feel Validated!

2008-11-01T20:00:00.001-04:00

A Long Day

2008-10-30T19:45:00.004-04:00

The Minion is standing to my right, talking into my ear through a paper towel roll tube quoting Monty Python's Holy Grail. "We are the Knights who say'NIE!'" Now it's "This is Sparta!" from "300". Now it's "Voldemort, Voldemort, oh Voldi, Voldemort" ( sung to 'Lollipop'). Somehow I am unaffected because I have had half a bottle of Pinot Noir ( on sale ). I started my day by not warming up the van and stripping the gears on the windshield wipers. We had snow (fuck) and melt, which means frozen blades. You would think I would remember this stuff. Oh no. I flip the wipers on. Bad juju. No wipers. Well, there were wipers, but they were flailing off the van. So then I have to meet the Oil Man at my mother's house at 8am. She'll be released from broken-leg-rehab next week. Her fuel assistance doesn't come through for a few more weeks so I have them put $200 ( i.e 60 gallons) into the tank and hope that it stays warm during the day so when she gets home she won't become statistic. So the wipers. Did I mention the vehicle needs to be inspected by...tomorrow? A local mechanic ( extremely jovial and pleasant for 8:30 am ) says: : "Well, hon, bring it on in at 10:30 and we'll get you all fixed up." And they did. And they inspected the van. Normally I would take offense at the "hon" thing...today I wanted to be a desperate-help me chick. And then I did the laundrymat thing. And then juggled what the frick else. And I remember to buy candy even though we don't get Trick or Treater's ... but you never know. So I get what we'll devour. Oh and I got a screaming headache at 9am. I took Tylenol at 1pm when I got home. Then I made brownies from scratch. Before I opened the wine. What was I thinking? My morning was Hell.

I did not cook dinner. It was "graze" night. I opened the wine. Watched Barack's 30 minutes from last evening on the computer. And I feel that I compressed my 'to-do" list into all day today. I think I need to buy wine more often.

His Pajamas Are Blue

2008-10-28T18:05:00.002-04:00

Sky blue in fact! Yes, Barack Obama was in my dream last night; walking around my house in his PJ's. He looked good. He also explained to The Minion why it isn't appropriate to use a SuperSoaker in the house. Michelle and the kids weren't with him. Maybe I was Michelle? Definitely not as interesting as Leigh's dream a few months ago about the photo-op with him and the large Sunday ham, but fun none-the less!

But then the fun had to end. Damn alarm clock.

I Need To Have His Children

2008-10-22T16:25:00.000-04:00

Passing the Meme on...

2008-10-21T13:45:00.005-04:00

The rules are to answer the following questions in one word ( oops, messed that up ) and then pass it on to seven others ~ so have at it oh 4 or 5 faithful readers:

Where is your cell phone? Don't have one
Where is your significant other? upstairs
Your hair color? Brown with lots of gray
Your mother? Leg Re-hab
Your father? In a lovely Danby marble urn
Your favorite thing? Books
Your dream last night? Can't remember
Your dream/goal? peace
The room you’re in? dining
Your hobby? Reading
Your fear? Heights and deep water
Where do you want to be in 6 years? Financially stable
Where were you last night? home
What you’re not? perfect
One of your wish-list items? washing machine
Where you grew up? Vermont
The last thing you did? MD appt with mother
What are you wearing? sweats
Your TV? off
Your pet? urn
Your computer? on
Your mood? weary
Missing someone? The Minion Your car? White
Something you’re not wearing? Glasses
Favorite store? I don't have one
Your summer? short
Love someone? yes
Your favorite color? Green
When is the last time you laughed? Today
Last time you cried? Yesterday

More Keith

2008-10-15T08:21:00.000-04:00

The Dark Side

2008-10-09T20:35:00.002-04:00

I knew there were people like this. I am simply astounded though....I think I have permanent jaw-drop from watching these taken at a McCain / Palin events and at the debate.

Watch Here..but have an empty stomach cause I felt sick afterwards. They really, really believe this BULLSHIT.

I Love Keith Olbermann

2008-10-07T08:14:00.004-04:00

I think I'd even have his children.

Genocide

2008-10-02T08:34:00.002-04:00

Maryam is in Rwanda. Please read her latest post on one woman's story of torture and survival.

Five

2008-09-23T21:14:00.002-04:00

Catherine's post at Pink Asparagus reminded me about the age 5.

The Minion's first day of Kindergarten 2002. Sniffle. His hair was so blond and fine I hated to ever cut it.

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2008-09-20T20:58:00.002-04:00

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And Today's Bible Lesson Is.....

2008-09-19T22:19:00.004-04:00

My ex-husband, the Minion's father is a born again, tongue speaking Pentecostal. This is just in the last 10 months. Before that he was a guy that wore leathers, drank beer ( to excess ), spent free time on internet porn sites and watched NASCAR. Of these past behaviors, I'm fairly certain he still watches the cars go around and around.

When he and the Minion speak the conversations lately have centered on church, Bible verses, and saving Minion's 11 year old soul, etc. Tonight he told our son that if he lies or disobeys his parents he will go to Hell.

I assured The Minion that although God, Allah, Buddha or whomever certainly frowns on such behavior, if the "sinner" is truly contrite and says they are sorry, forgiveness happens.

Now, how can I tell my ex-husband to cut the apocalyptic shit and keep his fire and brimstone ravings to himself. Cause it takes every ounce of self control not to speak to that man in a hostile way. Not to mention he thinks the sun shines out of the McCain / Palin ticket's ass.

Kinda makes me say..."Hmmmmm".

2008-09-12T09:12:00.001-04:00

.....did you know that the man responsible for foisting her on America blamed that bridge and Palin's hunger for federal pork for the collapse of the infamous August 2007 I-35 bridge collapse in Minnesota?.....

Isn't this tidbit interesting?

How do They sleep at night?

2008-09-09T22:02:00.001-04:00

This just frosts my ass. Well, the bastard will burn in Hell someday.

A Letter To My Ex-Husband's Pastor

2008-09-09T14:09:00.002-04:00

I'm going to nail the ex's financially stupid ass to the wall; but I thought I'd try the nice way first.

Pastor Xxx,

I am the ex-wife and mother to your parishioner Gary Xxxxxxxxx's son. I am writing to you because I want to try any avenue before taking Gary back to court in order to petition for child support. When Gary and I divorced and he was moving to Oregon I did not specify in our divorce agreement for child support. I knew what a vulnerable state he was in and was starting over in a place where he did not have employment. We verbally agreed for him to send whatever he could monetarily in order for me to provide for our child. In hindsight, I realize what a monumental mistake it was on my part not to have an order of child support included as part of the divorce agreement.

In the 3 years since our divorce I can count on one hand how often Gary has sent money in order for me to feed, clothe and care for our son. I have asked him repeatedly in the last few months for any amount he can send. He says he will; I have yet to receive a check. I know he quit his job recently. I hope he finds employment soon. However, no matter his circumstances, I will be moving ahead with legal action because my own circumstances make it necessary.

Gary needs to be responsible and as his Pastor perhaps you could find a way to point this out to him.

Sincerely,

Xxxxx Xxxxxxx

Morning photo from CNN

2008-09-04T07:07:00.006-04:00

Does this remind anyone else of anything from about 60 odd years ago?

Do you think the photographer got the irony?

I think it's hysterical.

Chanting: Find a Happy Place, Find a Happy Place

2008-09-02T22:04:00.002-04:00

Before my brain explodes.

Are these people idiots?

This is one of my favorite quotes from the article:

When a reporter asked McCain whether he thought contraceptives help stop the spread of HIV, he replied: "You've stumped me." McCain said later that he was sure he opposed government spending on contraceptives. Asked whether he would oppose condom distribution if he knew that condoms stop the spread of sexually transmitted diseases, McCain said he had never gotten into those issues before.

The G.O.P VP pick

2008-08-29T18:36:00.002-04:00

A woman in politics that does not support Pro-Choice scares the bejeezus out of me.

Keep your laws off my body.

Of course this frightening development could be a gift for Obama and Biden. I sure hope so. But I'm sure she will appeal to the conservative, fundamentalist, brainwashed women that inhabit this country. Shudder.

Mr. Fluffums

2008-08-02T09:27:00.009-04:00

We have a family of bunnies living in the field near the barn. The smallest is Mr. Fluffums. This is him all cute and sweet and huggable.

This is his evil twin. Enlarge to see the flame in his devil's eye.

New Link

2008-07-18T11:54:00.003-04:00

I've added my girlfriend Valerie's blog to the list at right. She and her delightful husband and three charming Minions moved to the top of the state in Burlington. This is huge adjustment for me as we lived a mere mile apart and The Minion and her eldest daughter were infants together and schoolmates as well. Val is everything I am not: bold, adventurous, petite ( read: short ); but we share a twisted sense of humor, the love of good books and would spend all free time twisting the sheets with our men and eating chocolate. Maybe not in that order.

Dinner Conversation

2008-06-27T19:19:00.002-04:00

Me: So what about The Underworld?

The S.O: I don't know much about it - haven't been there.

Me: I picked up a Scroll...but you can only access The Underworld through The Temple of the Ages.

The S.O: Don't you have to Ascend first?

The Minion: Yeah, and I'll have to fight my Doppleganger before I Ascend.

The S.O: Have you had your armor infused yet?

The Minion: Not yet.

Me: I'm not even close.

Anyone know what the Hell we are talking about?

This made me smile

2008-06-12T12:09:00.000-04:00

My boss just sent me this blurb:

Live your life in such a way that when your feet hit the floor in the morning, Satan shudders & says... 'Oh shit....she's awake!!'

Well...he is only 11.

2008-06-04T21:08:00.002-04:00

The Minion was taking a shower tonight. The only part I still need to supervise is making sure all the suds are off his body and hair before the water gets turned off.

Me: Are you done?

Minon: I think so...no wait a minute.

Me: ( peeking around the showercurtain ) What are you doing?

Minion: ( lathering up the tops of his shoulders ) I'm doing my shoulders. It's on the bottle. Head and Shoulders.

Me: ( stiffling a snort of laughter ) Okay...um after that you're good to go.

History lesson

2008-06-04T08:09:00.001-04:00

The Minion said last evening with a huge smile on his face: "I feel like the world just changed."
I told him he had just witnessed history in the making. He still can't understand why this country has only had white men as leaders when other countries have a variety of men, women, and races.

Barn

2008-05-30T19:27:00.006-04:00

I wonder about the men ( and maybe women ) who laid each stone over 100 years ago. I wonder about the people who patched the mason work within the last 50 years.

I love our barn.

Old wasp nests and all.

Memorial Day

2008-05-26T07:51:00.000-04:00

I love Andy Rooney.

Whoa Nelly!

2008-05-09T21:38:00.001-04:00

All I can say is WTF? Clearly, there are people more insane than the pseudo MIL.

Not a lot going on

2008-05-07T08:16:00.002-04:00

So far things have been fairly uneventful since leaving work. This is a nice change. The only real eye-twitching moment was having to drive out to my mother's one evening after she dropped her 7-day pill tray. The meds went rolling everywhere. There was no way she would get them back in the days and times correctly. As much as I bitch about Eldercare, I really didn't want to come into my paltry inheritance sooner than need be.

The Minion will be 11 at the end of the month. My plan is to create a letter from Hogwarts like Harry had delivered to him and tie it to his Hedwig stuffed owl. I just need parchment like paper and a calligraphy pen. Then at some point he and 5 or 6 little friends will go see either the new Indiana Jones or Narnia. We only have one theater in town which shows 2 movies. Who knows when those flicks will come through here, so he might be having his celebration sometime in June. (Zoely, he would like Finn to come, so I'll let you know when I know. )

I've been spring cleaning. The amount of dust was frightening. I did the baseboards and behind things that never get moved. I had to unclog the vac hose. Guess I should do it more than once a year.

Galileo

2008-04-18T12:06:00.001-04:00

Love this song.

Time off....not really

2008-04-17T06:49:00.002-04:00

As I was laying in bed this morning I realized that if given the choice between stopping work for the summer or stopping the Eldercare for the summer, I'd choose to continue to work. That speaks volumes on how much I need a break from my mother and her issues. Work has morphed into an escape. As of Saturday I will be available to her whenever she needs something. In the past I have longed for the end of the ski season. For my free time. But that time is no longer mine. I desperately need to take care of myself. Being the "sandwich" generation sucks.

Prezzie

2008-04-12T08:04:00.003-04:00

The Minion made me a coffee mug in Art Class. It is his interpretation of a fish puking. With a snake crawling around it.

The S.O thought that the bumps were boobs instead of bulging fish eyeballs.

The mug doesn't leak - though it is a tad lumpy.

Oh, and the wallpaper in kitchen? It's on the ceiling too.

Spring?

2008-04-09T06:45:00.002-04:00

I know I bitch about the weather alot. But this week the forecast is for the 50's and perhaps ~ gasp!~ 60 degrees. And last evening when I was outside with my nicotine I heard the peepers in the pond. Not coyotes howling and snarling in the field for once, but the peepers! Hurray for froggies getting it on in chilly water!

Whew!

2008-03-31T19:27:00.003-04:00

For the 3 or possibly 4 people who read me, I have one word to say. And that word is: Eldercare. It sucks at your soul. It makes you realize that yes, payback truly is a bitch. But, the Ancient One has another new hip, is out of hip rehab and home. MD appts. are at an all time low - next one in a week and a half. I need a freaking vacation. Alone. Or with a massage therapist and a bartender.

Spring is almost sprung. My daffodils are emerging. My job is almost at an end - another three weeks; then I am free from the bonds of a time clock for 5 months. It's so nice to know that. I like ramen noodles. Which is a good thing, cause round about September the coffers are low.

Latest infatuation: The Tudors. Who knew Henry VIII could be sexy and not the gout riddled, obese, nasty specimen I learned about in history class. And me being me, and not wanting to seem like I really like the bodice tearing, forest shagging, heretic burning, deceit laden court on the small screen; I took Six Wives out of the library. Readable history. Of course since I don't have TV, I have to wait for season two to come out on DVD like 9 months from now. Beheadings for the holidays. Who could ask for anything more?

And finally. Obama. When I voted in our primary and he took VT I was so incredibly happy to have been a part of history.

Bat

2008-03-06T06:08:00.003-05:00

So a couple of weeks ago when we had the "warm snap", around 5am I woke due to a skittering noise. Mouse thinks I. But it sounds just a little different. The S.O heard it too, so we turn on the light. Over on the other side of the bedroom is something on the floor. Kinda hoppy. Not so mousy. But the S.O insists it is. My ass, I think, it's a freaking bat. Now don't get me wrong. I like bats. Bats are important. I like them outside. Where they belong. So, I get up to move around the bed, and it's gone. So I go downstairs, get the stove stirred up and The Minion comes downstairs. I told him what we saw in the bedroom - just so he'd be prepared. He heads into the kitchen and comes trotting back over, flies onto the couch and asks "What's that on the floor over there?!?!". Well, animal control at 6am is not part of my morning plan. Coffee, cigarette, shower. That's the plan. Not this. So over in the heap-o-shit that is the recycling pile, on the floor, crawling into the recycling is Mr. Bat. So I grab the broom and a gallon sized pickle jar ( empty from the pile ) and trap the poor little bugger . Meanwhile The Minion has high-tailed it back upstairs. The S.O is snoring away. And I am afraid to lift up the broom to try and sweep him into the jar. I have not had coffee. I have not had nicotine. I am alone with Mr. Bat, who I probably brought into the house tucked under the bark of a chunk for the stove. Deciding I can't stand there forever and hoping he is stunned, I sweep him into the jar and stick him outside hoping the 20 degree temp will slow him down. It does and I take his fuzzy little ass for a walk up into the field and leave him in a shed. So then the next week this article appears in the weekly paper. I hope our bats aren't sick too. I like the lack of mosquitoes in the summer.

Holy Crap

2008-03-05T18:33:00.002-05:00

It's been a month since I posted anything! It's been a busy one with work, home and the Ancient One getting her 2nd new hip in the span of a year. It's been snowy and blowy - I am more than ready for mud season. So the old lady is in rehab; doing her exercises and I am juggling it all. I'm used to it by now, but the need to run far, far away is strong.

Book Quiz Result

2008-02-06T19:46:00.000-05:00

You're Lolita! by Vladimir Nabokov. Considered by most to be depraved and immoral, you are obsessed with sex. What really tantalizes you is that which deviates from societal standards in every way, though you admit that this probably isn't the best and you're not sure what causes this desire. Nonetheless, you've done some pretty nefarious things in your life, and probably gotten caught for them. The names have been changed, but the problems are real. Please stay away from children.Take the Book Quiz at the Blue Pyramid.

Yes - well...I uh, can't argue with that!

Cratchititis

2008-01-21T07:58:00.000-05:00

I work at a ski resort. In accounting. It is minus 20 degrees with the wind chill. This morning my office has no freaking heat. I am Bob Cratchit. I sit here in my coat and scarf with a fleece vest over my legs. I need fingerless gloves - seriously. I get a discount on gear, but I really think if they want me to count the bleedin' beans today they should give me fingerless gloves.

Three Hours later.....

The boiler still isn't fixed. I have decided to get in touch with my inner Eastern European ancestry and have wrapped my woolen scarf around my head and neck. I look like a Babushka. People laugh at me when they pass. Tried plugging in the space heater, but it blew the fuse to the office and made it dark as well as cold. My boss told me that I can leave if I can't stand it any longer. She lent me her gloves ( cause she apparently doesn't have the circulation of a corpse like I do ), hard to type with full gloves. I hope the goddamn pipes freeze and they have to shut our building down.

If she asked me for advice....

2008-01-04T19:28:00.000-05:00

I would tell her to buy a place in her home state - (is it Louisiana?).Try like Hell to stay away from everyone who is a terrible influence ~ and I think that is most of her family as well~ and simply attempt to raise her boys. Why do I even bother reading about it? Because on a mom level, I too would resist giving up my child(ren) when I wanted more time with them? Assuming that was the reason for this latest debacle. Perhaps Ms. B. might do well to see the tragic pictures of babies and children stacked like cordwood in a morgue in Kenya. It might help her put it all into perspective in order for her to get it together so she can hug her babies anytime she wants. As the old saying goes, she made her bed, now she has to lay in it.

Bet nobody else got one of these!

2007-12-25T15:57:00.000-05:00

My brother lives half the year in Antarctica and the other half in Alaska. I bet the flight from Toolik to VT was interesting with this going through the baggage check! Yes, it is a 3 foot long 2 foot high caribou antler! And no, I have no idea where we will put it in his room....suggestions?

Blizzard Turkeys

2007-12-16T11:01:00.000-05:00

The three of them finally moved off toward the woods. And here I was hoping for an easy dinner. It may not look like precipitation in the picture, but what you don't see is sleet and unbelievable wind...which brought down a large branch from a pine tree. It barely missed the house...i mean like by an inch...but it took out my clothesline. Obviously I bagged work today cause 20 miles up two mountains just ain't worth it. Plus my boss said she didn't want me out in this crap. I hate winter.

Adding this: one of our energy saving light bulbs blew this afternoon and created a terrible smell ~ of course I thought the house was going to burn down. So I looked it up and apparently this is normal burn-out behavior for these bulbs...you can find the info here. Just in case it happens to you.

Ah...festivey goodness

2007-12-13T16:38:00.000-05:00

The fabulous tree! Doesn't look fake does it? I assure you I dragged the bodybag out of the basement and lovingly fluffed each branch before sliding them into their assigned slots. No picking pine needles out of our socks till June for us!

The 'Never' Of Places

2007-12-08T19:08:00.000-05:00

My friend Nick is dead. There I said it. I haven't been able to verbalize it in the last few days. I feel like a bit of light has been sucked out of my soul. What did he give me, besides watercolors and pumpkins for the Minion over the years? He gave me laughter and happiness. Joy. It was with him that I first heard Sarah McLachlin, Loreena McKinnett, Bocephus King. We would have cocktails and spin one another around his beautiful home to 'Come On, Eileen'; giggling at the sheer silliness of us. He called me up in the winter of 2003 /2004 and said there was going to be a lunar eclipse; he had red wine, the lawn chairs in the driveway and blankets - come watch the penumbra with him. Aside from the obvious things like not ever hearing his voice or seeing his face again, the saddest part of me knows I will never experience the pure freedom I felt in his home. Because it was him that made it the fabulous place it was for me. The S.O never met Nick, though Nick did a watercolor at my request as an anniversary gift. The S.O knows I'm sad, but I can never explain to him how much this man meant to me. A great bear of a man who would cut flowers for his dining room table. I spoke with his ex-wife the other day ~ they got on better as unmarried neighbors, lol ~ and she said it perfectly: We all got robbed.

NICHOLAS CHEW BENNETT
June 15th, 1953 - November 27th, 2007

Nicholas Chew Bennett of Rawsonville, Vermont died on November 27th, 2007. Nick was born on June 15th, 1953, was raised in Radnor Pennsylvania, attended Episcopal Academy, Westminster School and graduated from the University of Vermont in 1975. He is predeceased by his mother Elizabeth Chew Bennett of Radnor, PA and his father Edwin Eversley Bennett of Manchester Vermont.
Nick was a man of many talents. He was an artist and a builder, a lover of animals and nature. He was blessed with a curious intellect, agile mind, and shall be remembered for his quick wit and wonderful sense of humor.
Nick is survived by his sister Lisa Bennett Stokes of Radnor, PA, nephews Ben and Will and niece Liza Stokes, as well as two half sisters Wendy Bennett Osborne and Betsey Bennett Bischoff. He is also survived by many cousins and his good friend and caring neighbor Carol Cantwell.

Busy Busy

2007-11-24T08:33:00.000-05:00

It's been a hectic couple of weeks. Work really gets in the way of life. But one can't live on the dole forever. I am very lucky to get summers off - which makes up for the fact that I have to drive up two mountains in order to get a paycheck 7 months out of the year. Last Tuesday we had sleet and freezing rain. My first interesting commute of the season. But I am a turtle. Slow and steady. Tap the brakes. Psalm 91, Lord. And for God's sake, you in front of me fish-tailing, don't stop in the middle of the lane.

Thanksgiving was fine. I worked and the S.O cooked. And today we cook a chicken and head to my mother's for the 2nd installment as well as my birthday cake. I turn 39 tomorrow. I'm not sure how that happened. I feel I should be a little more together by this point in my life. Maybe I am and I just don't realize it.

The Minion wants to put up the Christmas Tree. I have compromised and told him he can make his yearly Winter Wonderland-scape in one of the windowseats. That will keep him occupied tomorrow as he pairs Styrofoam snowmen with chipped nativity scene figurines, strands of Mardi Gras beads and Legos. It's always a visual feast.

Tummyaches ahead

2007-10-31T21:05:00.001-04:00

Well, the stuffed raccoon has eaten itself into some sort of skeletal stupor...lord knows I won't be far behind. The squishy gummy eyeballs are new to me this year. I may just stick with the Baby Ruths.

Blankie

2007-10-28T08:28:00.000-04:00

A friend is going to give birth to twins in a couple weeks. So I'm making two afghans. The traditional "blue for boy" one is finished. Still working on the "pink for girl" one. Pay no attention to our saggy, ass-ugly sofa.

Ugh

2007-10-25T19:38:00.000-04:00

I swear there are razor blades in my throat. I looked and there aren't. It sure feels like it though. Maybe germs wielding thousands of microscopic swords. At the moment the most beautiful phrase in my life is: "Marked Drowsiness May Occur." Please. Now. Nyquil thou art nectar of the Goddess. I wish I could chug it during the day. But then that would make my first week back to work even more confusing for me. More pleasant though. I guess my eyes are okay. Bloodshot but not gloppy. Not sneezing either. Just the damn throat. The Minion has an overnight at a friend's house tomorrow night. I'll be in bed by 6pm if I still feel like death warmed over.

Zoely: If I forget to email you a b-day card Saturday it's because I am stoned out on meds. Happy 40th!

Severed Head

2007-10-23T20:02:00.000-04:00

The Minion is going to tell people we found it in the backyard. I'm sure it will last all of 30 minutes on the Trick or Treat route before my shoddy workmanship comes apart with peanuts and bits strewn on someones lawn.