Insurgent Housewife

Want. Need. Wish I'd tought of it.

2009-04-25T16:09:00.003-04:00

It's a brownie pan that makes every brownie have the end piece brownie edges.

http://www.surlatable.com/product/628065.do

So, it's weird that I love this, right?

2009-04-05T12:39:00.003-04:00

and this just makes me happy.

although I have a feeling that little boy is SO not gonna appreciate it in high school.

Happy End of the Loan Day!!!!!

2009-03-11T11:00:00.003-04:00

Many years ago M and I lived in his grandmother's house. It is underplaying it a bit to say it needed some work. The foundation itself needed the most. It had cracked and the basement leaked to the tune of several inches of water every time it rained, causing some rockin' mold growth.

We took a nearly 40 thousand dollar loan from his 401K to do the repairs to the foundation, pull up the basement carpet, remove the mold, and make the house safe for habitation. Now it is five years later, and hindsight has taught us that that was a bad decision. We no longer live in the house, but it was a BIG GIANT lesson learned.

Today, however, I do not dwell on that. I don't need to dwell on that because as of today that loan is 100% paid in full. It is D-U-N.

We may now return to our regularly scheduled life.

*deep sigh of relief*

And just how am I supposed to stimulate the economy now, mister?

2009-03-05T16:38:00.003-05:00

Last week I had a heated discussion with Kevin, my banker.

And by "my banker" I don't mean a personal account manager to juggle my bountious funds from one low risk mutual fund to another until the weather is nice enough to hit me up for a weekend at my home in the Hamptons. I mean "I called my local branch and this is the guy who picked up the phone and his name is Kevin".

I called Kevin for a chat when I tried to purchase a song from iTunes and got a message that my debit card would be expiring in a few days and mightent I want to update that all quick-like since they weren't about to give up the musical goods to someone who might not be solvent come March 1st.

"Kevin", says I, "since this is February 26th and my debit card expires Feb 2009, shouldn't I have already recieved a shiny new card?"

"You should have, yes. You haven't recieved one?" says the sage Kevin.

"No. I have not", sayeth me. And those of you who have personally heard me rant about pretty much anything should be aware of the restraint I was showing at this juncture. I'm sayin'.

"Have you checked the mail?" says Kevin, who just lost his chance to ever be my friend.

My TMJ is singing at this point from the teeth grinding. "Yes, I have checked the mail. Have you? Because I moved several months ago and changed my address."

"Oh, so are you still at 1234 Random Birdname Street, Louisville, Ky Zipcode here?"

"Wow, that's a new one. You have the street number of my new address, but the street name of my old one. I wonder where you sent my debit card?", I say, genuinely impressed that someone would go to all the trouble of changing HALF OF MY ADDRESS.

and this is where Kevin unwittingly endagers his own life...

"Well, did you notify us of your address change?"

I start to sweat. Actual beads of sweat are running down my face as I try desperately to be filled with the love of Christ and not get in my car and drive the 3/4 mile to Kevin's local branch and do something that would ensure that the both of us end up on the local news at 6.

"Kevin", I say, "if half of the address you currently have is correct, and the other half is my old address, chances are that this was a clerical mistake. If not, your data entry staff has some mad prognosticating skills."

"Oh. Good Point." he chuckles. Kevin might make it back on my Christmas card list.

"So, about that missing card...", I prompt.

Now, I'd love to tell you that it was all taken care of and my iTunes has been humming all week with the joys of new purchases. That is not the case. As with all banking related traumas there were steps and measures to take. Kevin ended up being very helpful, and quite a nice man to boot. Unfortunately, he couldn't have a new card on its way without killing the old one, which at that point had a few more days and a few more trips to kroger in her. That card ended its reign of terror on Monday, sadly, leaving me skint. All will be well soon since a shiny new card will magically appear at at least one of my homes (the new one? the old one? who knows at this point?)via certified mail, but until then i am a bit strapped.

So will someone please buy me the new Tony Lucca album?

raise your hand if you think i need this

2009-02-28T16:24:00.004-05:00

http://www.perpetualkid.com/index.asp?PageAction=VIEWPROD&ProdID=2833

my hand is raised.

So this is the Interweb thing all the young folks were talking about...

2009-02-26T20:14:00.004-05:00

I think I'll keep it. At least until we can once again no longer afford it. For now we're Kool & the Gang.

and i'm gonna see Mraz in a couple of months.

and Mo has a new apartment. we like it. it's assisted and she lives there but we're trying not to call it Assisted Living because she's not completely okay with that yet. as soon as we have her all moved in and she stops making me rearrange furniture ima try to cut my visits back to thrice a week. someone please hold me to that because the 7 days a week thing got tired real quick.

i'm a simple girl so that's about all i have to say today. i plan on picking up a life while i'm out tomorrow. they carry them at walgreens, yes?

until then i need everyone to go out and pick up this cd.

you're welcome.

quickquickquick

2009-01-21T13:55:00.003-05:00

due to economic craptasticness and a husband who works *scoff* in the auto industry we have had to discontinue internet access at home. suck. and no cable tv either. suck once again. so i am hitting the liberry to post this and won't see any comment but leave one if you wanna and maybe i'll get here again soon to read them.

but mostly i want to say that I HAVE A NEW NIECE!!!! yes, i realize my last post, lo those many moons ago, was heralding her conception and now she's here but ima introduce her anyway.

her name is Judith Ellen May Wolfe. we call her Ellie. okay, i call her Ellie Bellie, but they let me snuggle her anyway because they are great like that.

so there's that.

now someone come rescue me from the depths of abject boredom, please.

Time to buy pink stuff.

2008-09-25T13:08:00.003-04:00

I'm having a niece!!!! Okay, technically Lydia is doing the having. I'm just doing the getting. And the buying. Lots and lots of buying. Now I get to buy fun boy stuff for my fun boys and frilly girl stuff for my gonna-be-frilly girl!

All right, I'm out. Got to go to the new house to use a crowbar and pry cabinets off the wall and see if someone built a shed on the property and check to make sure no one took their toys and went home. And then I'm buying pink stuff. I will be trying to single-handedly kickstart the economy, one princess dress at a time.

a variation on a theme

2008-09-03T11:54:00.003-04:00

9021Oh crap. Now Ima hafta catch Greek on DVD since my Tuesday night TiVo is obviously going to be occupied with West Bev: The Next Generation. Otherwise known as Crack, Spelling Style.

And I'd like to see a show of hands of those who knew that both Hannah Zuckerman-Vasquez AND Erin (you can call me Erin, but I won't answer) Silver would make appearances in the first episode.

So a big Thank You goes out to the C-Dub for filling my life with the Shannen that I so rightly deserve.

Now, who fathered Kelly's uber blonde spawn? Discuss...

dammit...

2008-08-10T14:22:00.004-04:00

Well played, Apple. Well played.

huh...

2008-08-05T11:20:00.002-04:00

so, back me up. taking a job writing copy for spam email will cancel out any karmic debt i may have accrued being a reasonably sweet and caring person and secure me a guaranteed spot in hell, right?

2008-06-26T19:45:00.003-04:00

Read this . Take the gender roles and reverse them. This is my life. I will accept that there might be a time or two where I am indeed, not entirely correct. Not wrong Per Se, but not all encompassingly right. These occasions are rare and are to be treated with great compassion as I have not developed the not-always-right callus that most mere mortals have to shield their fragile ego and, therefore, mine bruises easily.

hyphen, dot, comma, dash, colon...

mostly he is wrong and crazy.

...and has, in the past two days, developed a penchant for beginning to tell a story, giving each and every minute detail, then as soon as he gets to an interesting point saying "needless to say" and changing the subject entirely and leaving the room.

Out of curiosity, is it possible to request an all female jury?

Oh, and...

2008-04-26T14:46:00.002-04:00

I like Sauce better than cigarettes.

2008-04-26T14:06:00.004-04:00

This is my assigned title of my next essay, or what we here in Kentucky like to call "blog". It was something I said in mid road trip conversation with one of my very favorite women on the planet, Stacey, during our trip home from Atlanta yesterday. She said if I didn't turn that into the title of a blog she'd kick parts of my body that my mother doesn't like me to say on my blog. In other words, my ass. (sorry Mom. Blame Stacey. And censorship. And Tipper Gore. And anyone else I can think of except for me. And don't tell Dad.)

So now it is nearly 24 hours later and I haven't the slightest idea of the context of the title sentence, yet the funny still holds up. That's a good sign, no? What I do remember is going to see Jason Mraz on Wednesday night with 2 of my favorite women on the planet and seeing him and his friends on stage having a ridonkulously good time made me want to do something with my life that prompted me to have that much fun with my friends. Two words: Book Tour.

All kinds of people all over the world have been told "You should really write a book." In the case of my friends, we really should. I have never met smarter, funnier, more inspiring women. Conversational lulls do not exist in our world even when we are all 5 states away from each other. What hold does the time/space continuum have over us when it comes to making people we love shoot snot rockets out their nose from laughter? None hold, that's what.

However, we've talked about The Book for years. We've titled it a few times. We've outlined it once. We've written it nunce. (that's once minus one for those playing the home game)

So today the thoughts of how great it must be to have that much fun on purpose and get paid, and how much fun it would be to write stuff to make my friends laugh as a vocation instead of as an afterthought are still jingling around in my noggin while I make my inaugural back-from-vacation trip to Mo's. I brought with me a book I meant to start reading before I left but forgot called Julie and Julia: 365 Days, 524 Recipes, 1 Tiny Apartment Kitchen. It is a book that started as a blog that started as a life and career altering decision that started as a freak out.

Damn foreshadowing. It makes it so much harder to ignore what I want instead of what I can get done this afternoon and still have time to watch the stuff I TiVo-ed. I guess Ima try writing every day. Hey, if I can quit smoking I can do anything. At least that's what my Inspiration-a-Day calendar tells me.

Damn calendar.

So now I need a laptop so I can write at Mo's house. Anyone got a lead on good deals on MacBooks?

For my second husband

2008-04-10T22:25:00.000-04:00

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a LOL squirrel

Derby

2008-04-07T21:42:00.008-04:00

Some folks say the Kentucky Derby is all about the sport of kings. Those of us who grew up here in Louisville know the real competition at Churchill Downs on the first Saturday in May is all about the hat. Here is my entry for Derby 134.

If visiting our fair city for the race there are a few things you should know...

1. It is probably best to learn how to pronounce Louisville before coming here, in order to avoid placating sighs. We will accept Lou-uh-vull. We'll even accept (usually under duress) Lou-ee-vull. However, if you put an "s" sound in it we reserve the right to leave your sorry behind at the airport. While at the airport you can pick up a magnet, tote bag, or various colors of t-shirts that will instruct you how to correctly pronounce it. No, I'm not kidding. That question is asked so frequently that we put it on a t-shirt and sell it at the airport. There is a whole section on the Louisville, KY Wikipedia page that explains it nicely as well.

2. Pick your hat before you pick your outfit. I cannot stress enough that it is all about the hat. Men are not required to wear hats, but it is a nice touch.

3. The folks who planned the Kentucky Derby 133 years ago chose the first Saturday in May as the permanent date for the race because up until then the weather was always lovely that day. In the following 133 years it has been lovely a total of 4 times on Derby Day. It has ranged from gale force winds, to flash floods, to tornadoes, to heat waves, to snowing, to plague of locusts. Pack accordingly because it is only a matter of time before it rains toads.

4. The original Doublemint Twins live here and give a celebrity filled party so exclusive that if Lindsay and Britney showed up together, sans undies, with a giant Publisher's Clearinghouse size check they'd be turned away at the door. Several years ago Kid Rock met Pamela Anderson at this party. We have drafted a formal apology for that which can be viewed at our Chamber of Commerce.

5. If you can swing it, get here a few weeks before. The last 3 weeks in April in Louisville is what we like to call The Derby Festival. It is what anyone seeing it from the outside would call the "Gimme a Reason to Drink and Eat to Excess then Run In a Circle Holding a Dali-esque Variety of Objects While Wearing a Garland of Fake Roses" Festival. There are prizes.

6. There is also a parade.

7. And a really big fireworks show over the Ohio River. (which is best when viewed from the Indiana side of the river so you can see our pretty skyline, but you didn't hear that from me.)

8. And an incarnation called The Chow Wagon.

9. And for some reason we race hot air ballons.

10. We're from Louisville and we don't play.

Come see us next year. http://www.kdf.org/ Bring a hat.

Over the river and through the woods...

2008-03-24T18:36:00.003-04:00

to ALLIE'S FREAKIN' HOUSE WE GO in a month. Less than a month, really. I've been laying the groundwork for a few days off (and it is proving to be as difficult as I expected but I careth not) and on the 22nd of April my Tasty is coming to pick me up and off we go to Atlanta where not only Allie awaits us, but the one and only Mraz does too!

For those who have yet to be introduced to The Mraz, he is a great favorite of The Numbers. Like a really big favorite. Like we are pretty much in smit with him and the music he brings (and the boy brings the music in a prolific kinda way). If we have yet to introduce you to The Mraz I blame myself. Or yourself actually since I've been telling anyone and everyone I have ever met since about 2003 about him. If I have ever given you a mix cd since then I guarantee you that Mraz is on it somewhere. If I have somehow missed you then please to enjoy his newest video.

Now go find more of his music and enrich your life. Or ask me and I'll give you a metric ton of the stuff! Mraz is a giver and doesn't mind my sharing. Darn good thing too since I've given it to most everyone who asks for 5 years now. Since I know my Nummas will read this I'll let them direct you to which songs need to be in your life in the comments. As for me, I say get Unfold first and go from there, but we all have our own favorites.

2008-03-18T19:44:00.002-04:00

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The Plague

2008-02-24T19:31:00.001-05:00

I haz it.

Damn you, TJ Max!

2008-02-17T16:20:00.004-05:00

It all started late last summer. Strolling through the aisles of TJ Max with Mo...okay, crawling is probably a more appropriate word when speaking of Mo and mobility...I spied the cutest little juice glass with bees on it and decided that I must own it at all costs. Fortunately this was TJ Max and the cost was a scant $2.99, so I bought two of them. That was their whole stock of these adorable bee glasses, a whopping two. Whatever, they are glasses and cute but I have enough glassware and less cabinet space than I need so I'll live, right?

No. No I will not live. These two glasses have beeen in my dishwasher about 400,000 times since last summer because they are not only my favorite glasses, but Mo insists on being served in them each time she comes over...which is often. I really need a full set. However, there is no company name on the bottom. It just says "France". Now we know nothing intrigues me more than something that came from my favorite place ever, and this is something adorable and unique to boot so I am now in a fever over finding more of the glasses. I search everywhere I could think of to no avail.

It didn't even cross my mind to check Sur Le Table. Because I don't think linearly, that's why. French name of a company that sells french things for people who want frenchish stuff for their Table. Who'da thunk my From France (Napoleonic) bee glasses would be there. I search Sur Le Table for linens every once in a blue moon because they have the peacock blue color that I like. Now they have a whole damn series of this bee glassware, as well as having patterns with dragonflies and EIFFEL TOWERS!!! To that I say verily unto them, "SHUT YOUR WHORE MOUTH!" And not only are they super cute. Turns out they are made by the oldest glassmaker in Europe, one that started seventeen years before Colombus landed on the shores of this continent. It's kinda stunning that it took me this long to find the damn glasses, huh? Oh, wait, I only get on the computer once in a blue moon. Switch that to "kinda timely". Either way, it means they aren't running out of my cute glasses any time soon.

Now I must order a shload of glassware. Anyone know any good ideas for storing a shload of glassware in an eeeeennnsssyyy weeeeennnsssyy space?

Never one for going in one toe at a time...

2008-02-10T17:20:00.001-05:00

I have absolutely no idea how, but I suddenly seem to have some extra time on my hands. Maybe it is because I quit smoking and have extra smoking time to use, maybe it's because I went on a diet and no longer spend my smoking time making so many snickerdoodles I have worn out my Silpat, maybe I am just going through my yearly "the sun is starting to wake up earlier so I probably should too" phase in preparation for what I like to call the only worthwhile time of year to live in Kentucky. Who knows?

However, since I have this time I thought maybe I'd throw down with some words kind of regular-like. As usual, this is no guarantee that I'll be doing this again any time soon, but I will try. Unfortunately, since my life has included nothing but a needy and pushy grandmother for the past several years I have little to say. That, of course, has never stopped me so Ima go about this stream of consciousness style.

I have decided that there is no longer anything worthwhile on television. Like nothing. I have a TiVo full of crap and don't really want to watch any of it. Okay, I did watch a documentary from VH1 called Air Guitar Nation that made my morning a bit brighter today, (go and set your TiVo right now. you will not be disappointed) but other than that it's like the Gobi desert of programming. I don't think it is because of the writers' strike either. There wasn't all that much to watch before it started. Granted, I watched it anyway, but now I am kinda sick of it. I thank all kinds of lucky stars that I have my iPod. I've been hiding under it (and some kick-ass new red headphones that cost way more than I am used to paying for headphones but are worth every single penny) with some snappy new music and some yummy old favorites for a couple of weeks. Michael was happy at first since when I have my headphones on I tend to not talk, making it nearly impossible for me to tell him to do things. Now it seems he misses me because he is interrupting my musical solitude every 30 seconds. Who knew?

He'd be better off spending this time looking for the perfect Valentine's Day present since I made the edict "If it can be purchased at Best Buy it is NOT a Valentine's Day present". He blanched when I told him that the first time, then went through every possible scenario in which something he might find at Best Buy might be the perfect V-Day gift. I should say that he unsuccessfully went through the scenarios. Why do boys do that? Yes, I love my iPod and all the wonderous music it contains. Not for Valentine's Day. And here's why...

Michael is at Best Buy about 4 times a week for various and sundry things. He has made it an alarming trend to remember about gift giving holidays the day of said holiday and since he was already at Best Buy for himself he could grab whatever cd/movie/video game manual I might have a passing interest in that he catches sight of on the way out.

No sir. Despite my numerous times laughingly and gently requesting that just because I am a guaranteed lay doesn't mean he doesn't have to put in effort I still get handed a Best Buy bag, reciept and all, every romantical holiday. This has gone on for 4 years. If I have to make an anti-Best Buy edict to get you to put more effort in then that is what I have to do. And did.

And considering I got him THE BEST PRESENT FREAKING EH-VER for aforementioned holiday I don't think it is asking too much. Seriously. Best. Present. Ever. He is going to love it. All I'm asking for is something pretty that doesn't require an electrical outlet. They even have single roses at gas stations on V-day. That'll work. Dollah niny-nine and a guaranteed smiling wife. Contrary to what boys thought about me in college I'm easy.

And spent.

And out.

A few thoughts to keep you updated on the last few months.

2008-02-09T19:45:00.001-05:00

I quit smoking exactly 3 months ago today. My friends seem very pleased. My husband seems very jealous. I seem to have about 40% more lung capacity. Who knew?

I have lost somewhere in the neighborhood of 15 pounds since the second week of January. Don't send congrats yet. I gained about 20 when I quit smoking. But I can fit into my jeans again, so that doesn't suck.

I got in a low speed chase with my Osama-bin-law last week. She skeers me. She'll cut a bitch...and she labors under the impression that I am a bitch, so that doesn't bode well.

Mo is the crazy. She's also the jealous and the needy.

I have informed my husband of a new rule for Valentine's Day this year. It goes as follows, "If it can be purchased at Best Buy it is NOT an appropriate Valentine's Day present." He has taken to wandering around the house muttering things under his breath every time a Valentiney commercial reminder comes on tv. I think he might be developing an annurism. So he knows, things purchased at the hospital gift shop aren't Valentine's Day presents either.

Okay, so it's been a month.

2007-07-24T13:33:00.001-04:00

Just be glad it wasn't a year and a half this time.

I do have a note from my Dad excusing my tardiness. Does that help?

So, in the time I've been gone I have successfully gotten out of the minor mindslip that was Michael's birthday (yea boobs), had my own birthday, gone on vacation, had vacation extended, come home to find a 10 x 10 foot hole in my backyard, had that hole turn into a patio without having to lift a finger, had my grandmother injure herself heartily once again, been a pawn in no less than 4 family coups, been thrown under the proverbial bus during one such coup, am about to be thrown under it again this very day by the opposing team, decided that "Pawn-for-hire" is my next great career move (hey, I am doing it for free now. at least this way i can make a decent living AND guarantee that whichever team is the highest bidder gets my support and my swing vote.), gotten to see The Police in concert from RIDICULOUSLY good seats that I so didn't deserve but fully took anyway, was invited to have beer and a round of golf with a chef that fed the Queen of England 2 months ago (simmer down, he asked me to join him next time he and my Dad played and we KNOW how I feel about golf), made friends with his executive sous chef, and decided that at some point during my life I would enjoy hearing someone say,"Yes, Chef." and be talking to me.

Ya got all that? Okie dokie artichokie. Now Ima update the new iPod, weep uncontrollably for no apparent reason, and sit here and bloat. The first person to bring me chocolate and a family that doesn't fight dirty wins. If I'm not here I am at my Mom's picking up patio furniture.

Proof that Jesus answers prayers...

2007-06-28T14:00:00.001-04:00

no, he didn't come to my house with a cake and a meal and make me have good hair. This is better, well, sort of. Having Jesus over for a birthday dinner would rock hardcore, but he sent this along with his regrets.

http://www.chocablog.com/reviews/guinness-dark-chocolate/

I found this while searching for the perfect (read: easy and quick and mess-free) chocolate cake. Now I just want a beer.

Okay, *whip cracks in the background* back to work. Cakes...cakes...cakes...hey, did you hear about......NO. Stop it, Lola. You have work to do.

sunnuvabeeeyatch

2007-06-28T13:26:00.001-04:00

I have spent so much time giving Michael crap for blowing off my birthday last year that I totally forgot that TODAY IS HIS BIRTHDAY! Anyone have a spare birthday cake handy? I've got the presents, I just have to wrap them, make a cake, find some candles, clean the kitchen, get showered and changed and made up enough to easily convince him that the best way to celebrate is to go out to dinner and no way is this a ploy because I forgot to thaw out the pot roast and didn't even remember what today WAS till 1pm.

Yup, I'm dead meat. Plus, I lose all that great guilt I had built up from last year and totally lose my upper hand. oops.

help....................

Do you remember...

2007-06-22T12:57:00.001-04:00

I totally stole this from Ann. It's on my myspace blog too. Here's the link to my page if you don't have it.

Fill this out about your SENIOR year of high school! The longer ago it was, the more fun the answers will be.

1. Who was your best friend?
Karen and Holly, my favorite baby brother Joe

2.What sports did you play?
varsity homework avoidance

3. What kind of car did you drive?
whatever car i could weasel my way into. mostly my mom's oldsmobile.

4. Where were you on Friday nights?
wherever my friends were, the mall, the movies, or whomever's house we talked into hosting the party...including mine.

5. Were you a party animal?
we had parties often but they were the least rebellious parties ever.

6. Were you considered a flirt?
yes, but no boys ever took my flirting seriously. never, not once.

7. Ever skip school?
yup, and every time the people i was skipping with got in trouble and i just got sent back to english class. i guess they figured that having ms. jones was punishment enough.

8. Were you a nerd?
i'm with ann on this one. i floated. i liked most everyone and they tolerated me.

10. Did you get suspended/expelled?
no, but in my senior year we considered a walkout on the day the governer cut funding for art, band, and theatre. i told my parents that if it happened i'd be walking out and suspension would follow. they actually respected my position and gave me permission to walk out.

11. Can you sing the fight song?
all i remember is that it was the same tune as the Kellerman's song at the end of Dirty Dancing.

12. Who was your favorite teacher?
Mrs. Hogan, and Mr. Runge for art, and i actually kinda dug Madame Megenity. we made a truce at one point. she was odd, i was odd, we worked around the odd. plus, she got bored with the curriculum a lot and let us play french Bingo for days on end.

13. Favorite class?
French (because i rocked the house at Bingo) and art (better have been. i was there 4 periods a day)

14. What was your school's full name?
New Albany Sr. High School

15. School mascot?
Bulldawgs!!!

16. Did you go to Prom?
several of them.

17. If you could go back and do it over, would you?
i am lucky to have gotten out alive the first time. whoever said high school was the best time of their life never went to college...or Vegas.

18. What do you remember most about graduation?
1) they made me sit next to the stinky guy and when amy and i complained the counseler said andiquote "look on the bright side. maybe someone will give him some soap for graduation." that was our guidance staff, people. we ended up stashing perfumed hankies in our clutches.

2) we had a protest during our ceremony. people walked behind the grads with signs because our basketball coach said some very racist and inflammatory things to his team.

3) BIG GIANT STORM during the speeches. I thought the ceiling was gonna cave.

19. Favorite memory of your Senior Year?
Harvest Homecoming, chasing "that boy" around and acting like it wasn't totally planned. it SO was.

20. Were you ever posted up on the senior wall?
if there was a senior wall it would have only held photos of the basketball team. i am 5"1', no chance. however, we were not organized enough to have a senior wall. i was in on the decorating of the senior hallway during spirit week though. it was awesome, that's what.

21. Did you have a job your senior year?
i worked at the mall in the arcade. it was then i made my pact to never again wear a vest and bowtie.

22. Where did you go most often for lunch?
if i didn't hitch a ride with someone to taco bell i used lunch as a merely social time and crashed in the caf with my friends, avoiding every alleged food source available besides sweet tea. i do find myself missing the square pizzas now and then, but only when premenstrual.

23. Have you gained weight since then?
i have gained an entire high school senior. one on the football team.

24. What did you do after graduation?
after the ceremony? took a whole bunch of my friends to an expensivish dinner on my Uncle Freddy. it was his restaurant. he went out of business soon after. i'm just sayin' we might have milked it a bit.

25. When did you graduate?
1993

26. Where are most of your classmates?
everywhere

27. Are you going to your ten year reunion?
i went to our 10 year, it was way more fun than i expected. our 15 is next year, and i hear we're gonna keep it simple and have a big blowout for the 20. seriously, am i really old enough to be talking about my 15 and 20 year high school reunions? i quit...really. i'm done now.

28. Who was your home room teacher?
i couldn't tell you her name on a bet. she was the home ec teacher. i think it started with an "S".

29. Who will repost this after you?
you never know.

the David playlist

2007-06-18T12:40:00.003-04:00

So you know what weird forms my sentimentality comes out, this is the playlist I made to honor David.

It Takes Two-Rob Base and EZ Rock
Sending All My Love-Linear
Kokomo- The Beach Boys
Make Me Lose Control-Eric Carmen (incidently, this is the one that makes me cry)
Hold On-En Vogue
We Didn't Start The Fire-Billy Joel
The Humpty Dance-Digital Underground
Do Anything-Natural Selection
I Saw Him Standing There-Tiffany
Miss You Much-Miss Jacksonifyou'renasty
Jungle Love-Morris Day and the Time
Poison-Bel Biv Devoe
Paul Revere-Beastie Boys
Just A Friend-Biz Markie
Damn, I Wish I Was Your Lover-Sophie B. Hawkins
Set Adrift on Memory Bliss-PM Dawn
Surfer Girl-The Beach Boys
Blister In The Sun-Violent Femmes

Color me emotional. Lemme know if anyone wants a copy. (snort)

When you find out you lost something you didn't realize was gone.

2007-06-17T19:35:00.001-04:00

We all have those friends. You know, someone you grew up with, or went to summer camp with, or went to college with, etc. Those friends who you have enduring love for but life has stretched you so far this way and them so far that way that for some reason you haven't seen them in a few years. No worries though. Sooner or later the phone will ring or they'll end up in your driveway or you run into them at a baseball game and they are still as much your friend as they were when y'all were 14 and sitting close enough to the campfire to torch your marshmallows, but not close enough to irritate your monster sunburn.

I have several of those friends. Today I have one less.

David. He died a few months ago. He died as the result of a disease I didn't know he had because he wasn't diagnosed till recently and I haven't seen him in a couple of years. He died because someone was so purely evil they decided to break into his house and steal his stereo equiptment, and while they were there they took all the prescription meds out of his house too in case one of those meds was something fun. It wasn't. It was a medicine to keep him from rejecting his newly transplanted kidney. He died in March. I found out last night.

For two and a half months I have been without him. Okay, for two and a half years I haven't seen him, but he was the kind of guy that refused to write off a friendship because time and life have caused some shifts. There were certain friendships that meant too much to him to let go. I was lucky to be one of them and I didn't try nearly hard enough to keep that friendship current. He did. And I loved him.

We grew up together. Our families had cabins on a man made lake here in Kentucky. His cabin wasn't next door, but the door after that. We spent every summer together. Most of my favorite childhood memories included him. Our summer routine was as follows: get up, immediately put on your swimsuit, go ahead and pour two bowls of cereal because David will be here before I'm done with mine and I get one of his Pop tarts (2 to a package) and he gets some Cap'n Crunch (I was only allowed to eat crappy cereal in the summer since the parentals had turned me over to the spoiling granparents), pack a cooler of cokes and a bag of whatever chips we have on hand, fill up 2 squirtguns because Scott's gonna need some coaxing to get out of bed, make David blow up the raft, pile on someone's boat, don't return till dinner.

I'm not going to tell you what the evening rituals were. Some magical childhood times just belong to the ones involved. We called the lake Mecca for a reason. It was special. It was one of the things in my childhood that hasn't lost its magic with the cynicism of age. That, I keep. Plus, my mom reads this blog occasionally.

The only one who reads my blog who *knows* of what I speak is Karen. The fact that she shares those oh-so-dramatic, magical, giggly childhood secrets with me helps. There isn't a way for me to convey with words what those times, those friendships, were like. It is a feeling.

I don't just have memories of David. They are sense memories set off by the most random of things. The smell of Baby Oil mixed with iodine, catching the last part of a Digital Underground song while flipping through the radio stations, the taste of Little Debbie Oatmeal Creme Pies, the squeak of styrofoam against the wood of the boat dock, the crackle of your very own campfire, the taste of beers lifted from your parents' fridge. And the feeling of flying as someone pushes you so high on a swing that you're sure you're gonna go right over the top bar, or at least hit the wires, but it's okay because he's not gonna let you hit the ground.

And he's also not gonna let you flirt with Shane Underwood without having to deal with serious moody pouting.

That's David. The Wall o' Hair hisownself. I didn't know I missed him, but only because I didn't know he was lost. There is one less person in the world who loves me unconditionally. I took that for granted. He was always there, it stood to reason that after 32 years that wasn't gonna change. I'm the one with multiple health crises. He's the guy who tells me to stop being a baby, but carries my bag up the hill anyway.

This sucks out loud.

I'm going down to the lake in two weeks, our first trip down there in a couple of years. Ima spend some time with my friend. I know exactly where he is. I just hope I can push the swing on my own.

here a meme, there a meme

2007-06-14T16:28:00.002-04:00

everymeme is a chance to copycat. hey, at least it's an update.

Body: 1] What was the highlight of your week?
my dad telling me how much he loved the father's day gift i made him.

2] Who's car were you in last?
mine

3] When is the next time you will kiss someone?
the next time i pass my husband in the hallway. happens every time.

4]What color shirt are you wearing?
black and pink

5] How long is your hair?
too long. but i have my own personal hairbanger with her own personal brand shiny new diploma!!!!!

6] When was the last time you read the bible?
last year

7] Last movie you watched?
i couldn't even begin to know how to spell it. it was in Hindi. it's a Bollywood summer, baby.

8] Last thing you ate?
last night's dinner

9] Last thing you drank?
coffee

10] Where did you sleep last night?
my bed

11] Are you happy right now?
i'm trying my best.

12] What did you say last?
i'll bring dinner over in about an hour. (i should probably be making instead of meme-ing)

13] Where is your phone?
no idea

14] What color are your eyes?
blueish grey

15] Who did you visit last?
Mo

16] When was the last time you had your heart broken?
about a year ago

17] Who/what do you hate currently?
my mother in law, but i'm working on that. for me, not her.

18] What are you listening to?
Maroon 5 singing The Sun

19] If you could have one thing right now what would it be?
one solid 24 hour period that i don't have to take care of anyone but me.

20] What is your favorite scent?
baking bread

21] Who makes you happiest right now?
not sure but anyone is welcome to give it a shot.

22] What were you doing at midnight last night?
snoring anf drooling

23] Are you left-handed?
yes

24] Spell your name without vowels:
lrn

25] What's for dinner tonight?
fattucini with freshly baked bread

26] What is the last alcoholic beverage you had?
beer. mmmmmmmm beer.

27] When Is Your Birthday?
July 3rd

28] Last time you went swimming in a pool?
last year, but jenny keeps trying to get me there. i WILL get there someday.

29] Where was the last place you went shopping?
Hobby Lobby

30] How do you feel about your hair right now?
root city. might need to do something about that.

31] Do you have any expensive jewelry?
yes

32] AIM or MSN?
no

33] Where does most of your family live?
KY, and IN mostly

34] Are you an only child or do you have siblings?
1 sister

35] Would you consider yourself to be spoiled?
that'd be a yes

36] What was the first thing you thought when waking up?
what time is it? is it time to call Mo yet?

37] Do you drink beer?
yes please.

38] Myspace or Facebook?
Myspace

39] Do you have T-Mobile?
nope

40] What is/was your favorite subject in school?
art, french, and english (except for Ms. Jones CP english. that was just tragicly heinous. she was scary.)

41] What are you doing?
filling this out and procrastinating making dinner.

42] Do you have any talents?
good grief i hope so

43] Have you ever been IN a wedding?
yes

44] Do you have any children?
not yet

45] Did you take a nap today?
not yet

46] Ever met anyone famous before?
a few

47] Do you want to be famous one day?
not particularly. i have enough people wanting my attention as it is. famous is far too much work.

48] Favorite Actor(s)?
raise your hand if you knew i'd say john cusack, my second husband.

49] Could you handle being in the military?
*snort* serously, have you MET me?

50] Do you believe in Karma?
you betcha

51] Last time you went to the gym or worked out?
college

52] how many pairs of shoes do you own?
whole bunch lot.

53] Last place you drove your car to?
Mo's. that'll be the next place i drive my car as well.

54] Ever been to Las Vegas?
yup

55] Have you ever lived in a two story?
yes, a couple of them. and a 5 story too, if you count the dorm.

56] Have you ever been gambling?
yup

57] When is the last time you updated your blog?
a couple of days ago

58] Have you been to New York City?
no, but it is a possibility in the next few years.

59] Ever been to Disneyland/world?
yup

60] Do you have a favorite cartoon character?
Stitch

61] Last thing you cooked?
dog food

62] Hows the weather?
Hot

63] Do you e-mail?
yes

64]Last time you were sick?
migraine yesterday that is sorta hanging on, lying in wait for me to relax to come out full force.

65] Do you think anyone will repost this?
probably.

Where the hell have YOU been?

2007-06-10T19:21:00.001-04:00

Because I've been in legal hell. Now that it is over and done with I am free to share the storm we have weathered, and it was of Katrina caliber. However, that is a story for another day. Ima have to work up to that particular post.

Instead, to ease my way back into this blog I figured I'd just share a few photos of my nephew instead. Be prepared for the cuteness because Brayden is bringing it big time.

This is how he started out last June. Teeny tiny lil cheesin' boy.

This was him on Christmas morning.

And in January with his bestest friend in the whole world, Ruby. She adores him. He adores her right back.

And here is my precious, perfect big guy on his very first birthday, June 3rd.

with some of his loot.

with his birthday boy crown his Auntie Lola bought him

with cake in his ears

getting hosed down to remove cake from his ears

and in his new pool that his grandparents bought him!

Nope, not spoiled at all. Why do you ask? He's just the cutest boy EVer, that's all. With a mug like that can you really blame us for showering him with toys and affections?

Okay, someday soon I'll start with the updates. Life hasn't gotten any less weird or hectic so I'm sure I'll have something to say eventually. My computer does have a hate on for blogger and only lets me post sometimes but I have most of the bugs worked out for the moment so let's see how we roll.

Other than 5 deep, that is.

-Lo

2006-09-08T14:07:00.001-04:00

when in doubt, meme (amen)

The 40 Questions About Me Meme
Find out more useless facts about me!

1. Have you ever been searched by the cops? sure have. they stopped our car and everything. fortunately, we weren't the "they" they were looking for, but it makes a great story.

2. Do you close your eyes on roller coasters? only during the big drop.

3. When's the last time you've been sledding? sadly, college. that was nigh on ten years ago.

4. Would you rather sleep with someone else, or alone? with, but only in a damn big bed. i am all for the cuddles but when it is time to sleep it is "To your corners.".

5. Do you believe in ghosts? nope

6. Do you consider yourself creative? I hope to shout! I am a working artist. And I'd really hate to stop being one.

7. Do you think O.J. killed his wife? I no longer care.

8. Jennifer Aniston or Angelina Jolie? Angie may have the Brad, but Jenn's got the hair. and I think we know which one I think is more important.

9. Do you stay friends with your ex's? Only those who never owned a hawaiian shirt wearing puppet named Delbert.

10. Do you know how to play poker? yes...i mean...noooo. but i'd love to learn. i am really bad at it so you should probably bring lots of cash.

11. Have you ever been awake for 48 hours straight? Try 117. frickin' migraines.

12. What's your favorite commercial? the one with the monkey who says "animals wearing pants" and "I'm hungry.". you really can't go wrong with talking monkeys.

13. What are you allergic to? bananas, cherries, and oysters, among other things

14. If you're driving in the middle of the night, and no one is around do you run red lights? No, damnit,if i did, i'd get caught, i'm that girl. (ditto, allie)

15. Do you have a secret that no one knows but you? unfortunately, yes.

16. Boston Red Sox or New York Yankees? BoSox.

17. Have you ever been Ice Skating? Better than that, as a kid i went to the Ice Capades Skating School. (SHUT THE HELL UP! we ARE the same girl, allie!)

18. How often do you remember your dreams? Always.

19. When was the last time you laughed so hard you cried? it's been a really long time.

20. Can you name 5 songs by The Beatles? i can sing 5 songs by the beatles. one in french.

21. What's the one thing on your mind now? i really want a cigarette

22. Do you know who Ghetto-ass barbie is? she's on my screensaver

23. Do you always wear your seat belt? religiously

24. What cell service do you use? Cingular, with the fewest dropped cal... Crap, i lost the signal again.

25. Do you like Sushi? i fear the fish in sushi aren't quite dead enough for me. they scare me, but i'll try it again if someone with more sushi knowledge guides me to stuff that won't make me snarf.

26. Have you ever narrowly avoided a fatal accident? i take it you've never been in the car with my mother. i have, and survived. i'm thinking of selling t-shirts.

27. What do you wear to bed? teetiny shorts and the biggest t-shirt ever made.

28. Been caught stealing? Once, when I was five. I enjoy s--wait, that was Jane's Addiction. The correct answer is, "no." (snort)

29. what shoe size do you have? depends entirely on the shoe. usually 8 wide.

30. Do you truly hate anyone? just one. she's ugly on the inside.

31. Classic Rock or Rap? as long as my iPod is charged i shuffle through both daily. if i have to go find the cd it would probably be R&B because i am lazy and I can't swing a stick without hitting an Al Green cd.

32. If you could sleep with one famous person, who would it be? raise your hand if you knew I would say John Cusack.

33. Favorite Song? Son of a Preacher Man by Dusty Springfield or Purple Rain by Prince

34. Have you ever sang in front of the mirror? at least twice daily

35. What food do you find disgusting? green peppers make me hork.

36. Do you sing in the shower? Every day of My life

37. Did you ever play, "I'll show you mine, if you show me yours"? are you aware that my MOTHER reads this blog? never, not once.

38. Have you ever made fun of your friends behind their back? are we talking the friends i have now? because that's a big no. i was kind of a snot in high school though.

39. Have you ever stood up for someone you hardly knew? yes

40. Have you ever been punched in the face? yes, but only once.

2006-08-04T13:42:00.001-04:00

Thanks to my Daily Candy addiction I found just the thing a music nerd like myself needs to carry on. Previously, I was drawn in by Daily Candy's introduction of Pandora. Pandora is run through the Music Genome Project, (If you want to know about that you'll just hafta google it, I can't do all the work for you.) and it requires you to put in a song title or an artist that you like and it will automatically find others out there similar.

Now Daily Candy tells me about my new obsession. It is a combination of iTunes and MySpace called Mog. If you just have to know what all is on my iPod or what I am listening to right this very minute you can go to my Mog and find out. Plus, you could start your own! (Allie, tell Tex that this means him. Mutual sharing of musical taste in one neat package. And tell him to hurry, I need new input.) You can search for other Mogs with similar music taste. You can find people based on their non-sucking music tastes. If I had access to this before I got married I might not have dated my husband. (and consequently would never have to hear Joey Lawrence or Mili Vanilli blaring out of his office every time I pass it on the way to the bathroom). However, I love him in spite of and not because of his taste in music. That's love right there.

Now that I'm done updating my blog and my mog Ima head back into the studio because it looks like the electrician ISN'T GOING TO SHOW UP A-FRIGGING-GAIN! Whew, better now. I have a new painting going that I need to concentrate on. Quit distracting me with all the music stuff, willya?

2006-07-29T17:24:00.001-04:00

I was monkeying around with my new camera phone and thought someone might like to see a painting I'm working on in my new studio. Any takers?

It obviously isn't finished yet. Further updates as events warrent.

2006-07-17T09:48:00.001-04:00

First of all, after many moons of slackassitude I have finally gotten around to adding some links. If ever you wondered where Lola goes when she's on the internet you now have a list. Of course, the list starts off with my girls, however, there are a few other sites I frequent that might give you a giggle or two, or at least give you a few options when you're looking to waste some time on the internet.

And now, on with the show...

As some of you know, I started out in this world as an artist. I was born with the bug. When all the other kids in the neighorhood were trying to unload watered down Hi-C to the adult population for a quarter a cup, I was taping my Crayola Creations up on the garage wall, having the Hi-C kids' table set up at the entrance, and pawning my glorious artwork off for a mere $50 a piece. I had noticed that all my friends' moms had their kids drawings on the fridge and decided that maybe they'd like some of mine up there as well, seeing as mine were more expertly rendered and all. No one could rock a crayola drawing of a mountain range and a unicorn like Lil Lola.

Later, I went to art school. Saying that I loved it would be a gross understatement. For the first time I was doing what I loved most each and every day. It was my element. However, as it happens with most post college kids, I got into the Real World (not the MTV version, the actual put-on-your-big-girl-panties-and-figure-out-how-to-pay-the-rent real world) and Life got in the way. My art started slipping away from me. It was replaced with cable bills, a grown-up job, dating, marriage, taking care of the elderly and their grandkids, and home repair.

After a while I forgot I ever had the inclination to paint/sculpt/take photographs/draw/etc. Then, one sad day, I realized that I had hidden my sketchbooks out of sight because every time I saw a blank sheet of drawing paper I felt ashamed. I was ashamed (and rightly so) because I knew that God had put this desire in me, had given me this gift of art, and I was not only wasting it but I refused it outright. I let the mundane override the blessing.

At that point I thought there was nothing I could do about it. My art had left me. I couldn't do it anymore. But that wasn't true. The truth was that I was scared. I was here in the grown up world and I didn't think I was a good enough artist to be successful. That fear kept me from painting for the better part of a decade.

In that time I went through a multitude of bad things happening to me. Life picked me up, shook me around, backhanded me, then dropped me on my head. Then one day I felt the old familiar tingle in my belly. I unearthed my sketchbook and went out and bought some watercolors and painted a portrait of two of my favorite little girls in the whole world to give to their mama for Mother's day. Just like that. It came out of nowhere.

Since then I have tried to draw a little every day. Every stroke of the pencil or pen counted. If I was on the phone I was doodling. I would sketch the characters in the books I was reading so I could see what they looked like. It was a whole lot of nothing sketches, but I was getting back in the habit of moving my pencil.

For my birthday, my ever supportive husband cleared all the stuff out of the junk room, bought me a good easel, and handed me cash money to buy supplies. My Dad, out of the blue, gave me a blank canvas. Since then I have painted every day. I have paint in my hair again, the callus is back on my middle finger of my left hand where the paintbrush hits, and my right brain is back in business.

Life still backhands me, and the rent is still due, but now there is a place I can escape for a while and recharge. My art came home to me, and just in time. The best part is, at 31 years old, I no longer care whether or not I'm good enough. I'm good enough for me. If the only place my paintings end up is on my parents' family room wall and in the homes of my nearest and dearest I can be happy that I am still following my dream. Dreams don't have to be world changing, but following them is ALWAYS life changing. I smile a lot more now.

And to my inspiration facillitator, the lovely and charming Miss A: Thank you. Go on, girl! Live it and love it, you Dream Follower you!

2006-07-13T17:45:00.001-04:00

I finally painted my bathroom! I'm so excited. My bathroom was black and white. White walls, white tiles going halfway up the walls with black border tile, tiny white octagon shaped tiles on the floor with black grout, a white canvas shower cutain with sketches of Paris, London, and New York in what looks like black ink. Now it has all of the above except the white walls are Lime Green enamel. It looks like my walls are candy coated. My bathroom looks like green M&M's! Top that. Go ahead, I dare ya.

So, I am now deciding on the color for my bedroom walls. Since my bathroom is lime green and my living room is the color of spring grass (it is called Denver Grass) I have been informed by my husband that I am no longer allowed to paint anything else green. Stupid husband. Spoils all my fun. Okay, duly noted. No more green. Since I went through a yellow phase in our last home he'd rather stay away from that color too. As if he even attempts to help me paint. Yet, I aquiesce.

Our new duvet cover is chartreuse (and he can just shut up about it) so I want something that won't clash. I took a pillow sham to Lowe's paint department to check out some swatches and finalize my decision. I previously had it narrowed down to about 47 color choices but after much sweating, swearing, and head banging I finally cut it down to 2 lovely choices. Perhaps I need a second opinion? I'll ask the lady in the paint department which she thinks looks better. I mean, she is mixing up a gallon of lime for my bathroom now (this was Monday, the day I bought the paint) so surely she has mixed enough paint by this time in her illustrious career as Lowe's Paint Mixer to form an opinion!

Off go I to ask Pepper The Paint Lady. She looks at the pillow sham and the 2 paint swatches (a blue one called Angel Eyes and a purple one called Lilac Dream), squints her eyes and says, "I don't like either of them. I think you should paint it beige."

Agog. That's what I was. A-gog. A-couple-of-gogs, even.

"Um, I'm not really a beige kind of gal.", says Lola

"Oh," sayeth Pepper, "You know what would be pretty? Ivory."

What Lola wants to say is, "I'm sorry, did you not just mix me up a gallon of Green M&M Enamel for my bathroom? Do I look like an Ivory person?" Instead, Lola takes a mental step back and realizes that she should have never asked a color opinion from a lady wearing brown polyester elastic waistband pants in public. Lola replies, "Ya know what? Ima just keep looking. Thanks!"

I did keep looking. I brought eleventeen swatches home and I have settled on a lovely medium hued plum. Beige, my heiny.

The moral of the story is: I updated my blog. Take it and be satisfied...and never ask opinions from someone you KNOW has cutesy-country-animals-dressed-in-frilly-dresses-frolicking-at-a-picnic wallpaper border somewhere in her house.

Since sometimes someone else says it better.

2006-07-06T11:37:00.001-04:00

I'm having a bit of trouble with the words lately. Sometimes life is hard. Mine is. I know yours is too. Christel said things through music today. As any good number does, ima copycat my butt off now. This is me, now. Who knows tomorrow? This song is what my friends, the numbers, do for me. Thank you to my friends for holding me together when I can't hold anymore. Thank you to KT Tunstall for saying it better than me.

Title : Heal over
Artist : KT Tunstall
(written by: KT Tunstall)

It isn't very difficult to see why
You are the way you are
Doesn't take a genius to realise
That sometimes life is hard

It's gonna take time
But you'll just have to wait
You're gonna be fine
But in the meantime

Come over here lady
Let me wipe your tears away
Come a little nearer baby
Coz you'll heal over
Heal over
Heal over someday

And I don't wanna hear you tell yourself
That these feelings are in the past
You know it doesn't mean they're off the shelf
Because pain's built to last

Everybody sails alone
But we can travel side by side
Even if you fail
You know that no one really minds

Come over here lady
Don't hold on but don't let go
I know it's so hard
You've got to try to trust yourself
I know it's so hard, so hard

Come over here lady
Let me wipe your tears away
Come a little nearer baby

Coz you'll heal over, heal over, heal over someday

go over to my myspace page to hear the song.
http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendid=14655112

heart,
Lo

Hey! Where have you BEEN?

2006-06-29T13:28:00.001-04:00

Oh yeah, that was me that wandered off into the mist without warning. My bad.

So, I was playing on www.blogthings.com today, taking quiz after qiuz and reaffirming that the foriegn language I should learn is French, the zodiac sign I am most like is Cancer, that I am 42% weird, and most importantly...

You Are Guinness

You know beer well, and you'll only drink the best beers in the world.
Watered down beers disgust you, as do the people who drink them.
When you drink, you tend to become a bit of a know it all - especially about subjects you don't know well.
But your friends tolerate your drunken ways, because you introduce them to the best beers around.

What's Your Beer Personality?

Just thought you should know that I am right on target in self actualization.

'K. Love you. Bye.

Spring sprung early

2006-03-07T10:15:00.001-05:00

HEY! How the heck have you been? I feel like I haven't seen you in forEVer! Oh. Wait. I haven't. Sorry about that. You'd think that what with my long absence I'd have tons of stories to tell you, and I do. Of course I can't tell them yet. Remember that tv show in the early 80's called Amazing Stories where bizarre things happen that defy explanation (i.e. some guy saving a WW2 plane from crashing by drawing cartoon wheels on it when the landing gear fails). Yeah, they've got nothing on my life. However, until the stories come to the "The End" part I can't tell you a damn thing. Deal with it.

In other news...

*For the first time in a long time I do not have a wedding to go to this weekend, nor do I have a wedding to plan festivities for in the near future. For the record, if anyone I love is getting hitched any time soon might I suggest Vegas? I'll hop a plane and everything. I'll even call Elvis personally. I've even learned how to do a sassy updo myowndamnself. I will not, however, wear a halter top.

*In the course of the last few weeks I have caught myself the ebola cold. I feel like every inch of my body has been scalded. Even the air hurts. Plus, I have a wicked cough. If you have ever been on the phone with me when my dog (the one with asthma) is having a coughing fit you know exactly what I sound like. I sound like I am coughing up a dog. It's sexy.

*Spring must be here. I saw the suggestion of it when I realized my jonquils and daffodils are coming up but I know for sure now that I see the true sign of spring. Today was the season's first Tornado Warning Drill. It interuppted the audio of Starting Over, and we know how much Lola loves that.

Okay, I'm spent. I'm going back to bed. Aren't you glad I showed up?

'Kay. Love you. Bye.

Let's start this out with a quiz.

2006-01-23T12:53:00.001-05:00

I decided that since I have done an overhaul in my way of life in the past few months and have started from scratch for the first time I'd take that transitionary period all the way to the blog. So, I'm back. New title, new web addy, new blog, same me...but with new digs. For those who don't know me and wandered in by whatever means, I'll give you a quick frame of reference pop culturally to compare me. For those who know me and came here for 'cause of the love, I give you the gift of another time sucking quiz. For 'cause I love.

Congratulations! You are Lynette Scavo, the
ex-career woman who traded the boardroom for
boredom, mixed with moments of sheer panic as
the mother of four unmanageable kids.

Which Desperate Housewife are you?
brought to you by Quizilla

But I don't have kids yet. Further updates as events warrent.

-The Lo