Saturday, June 07, 2008

Wasabi as a doodle.


I was playing with my little Wasabi Hammie today and was so taken with his cuteness I grabbed my notebook and turned him into a doodle. I hope he approves.

Thursday, June 05, 2008

The cliff notes to my road trip.

When I wrote these notes, I had intended to write a long elaborate blog later, and these were just to jog my memory when I had time to do that.
Since it has been a few weeks, I have accepted that I won't be writing that long blog, and these are kind of amusing, so here are my cliff notes to my road trip with the girls/long Posies weekend... Use your imagination to fill in the gaps.

Friday- GO!
Work half day.
Pack.
Step outside to talk to Bree & Amie.
Lock myself out of my apartment and my purse with ID and money inside.
Have Carl come rescue me with spare key.
Wait with girls for Licia and Carl.
Get keys.
Get stuff.
Licia arrives.
Sit in HOT car.
Sit.
Stop.
Stop again.
Get lost.
Find hotel.
Get dressed.
Get food.
Go back to room to change sexy shoes back to comfy sensible shoes.
BEST shoe choice of the whole weekend!
Go to show.
Show too hot.
Slam drink to go to a place with AC.
Regret slamming of drink.
Go to another bar.
Take 100 cute photos.
Head back because Posies are about to go on.
Watch Posies.
Sweat.
Watch friends get REALLY intoxicated.
Funny.
Run into past stalker.
Ignore.
Show ends.
Kiss Jon goodbye.
Catch Rickshaw.
Tell him it can't carry all four of us.
Argue that we are certain it can't.
He insists several times.
We agree.
Get half way.
Bike wheels bends in half.
Rides over!
Feel bad we broke his bike.
Throw money at bike guy.
Bree falls on curb and accidentally moons group of people.
People amused.
Oops!
Get back to hotel.
Buy $20 worth of chips at mini bar.
Bree passes out in middle of the bed we are supposed to share.
Find a spot to sleep on.
Wake up sweating.
Bree is spooning me.
Hot.
Wake up in a room of hungover girls.
Rehash the parts of the night that are a blur.
Wake up.
Take Advil.
Lay back down.
Wake up.
Go to Oliver's for food.
Stop at VooDoo Donuts.
Out of bacon maple donuts.
Bummer.
Drive home.
Girl's sleep in back.
Drive faster than I have ever driven.
Get to Seattle in less than 2.5 hours.
Have 20 minutes to get to DJL show.
Whores bath.
Slap on dress.
Get to Neumos.
Remember that I am supposed to do a secret shopping trip at adult store.
DOH!
Dear John Letters goes on.
Awesome.
Realize my husband is playing the drums for my ex.
Weird.
Accept weirdness.
Decide it isn't as weird as it is amusing how fate has an interesting sense of humor.
Enjoy show.
Regret shoe choice.
Mike!
Brian!!
Joe!!
Dave!!
Arthur (Rick)!!!
Remember to call Rick, Arthur!!!!
Posies.
Convince Bree, Flyn, and Licia to go to Porn store between sets for secret shopping.
Posies.
Porn.
Hot dog.
Posies again!
Sleep on feet.
yawn.
dance.
Feel like I'm in a strange dream.
Take a million photos.
Party at D's!
Get home at 4:35AM
Sleep
Cats wake me up.
Get ready for another road trip to Bellingham.
Plug in camera.
Camera deletes all of my photos but doesn't transfer them.
ALL PHOTOS ARE LOST!
SHIT!!!
Cry.
Leave for Bellingham.
Drive.
Drive.
Drive.
Sound check.
Long walk.
Regret shoe choice for the second time this weekend.
Eat nachos.
Hang with in-laws.
Eat Salad and Nachos.
Have long talks with old friends.
Catch up with Kenny Jr.
Feel very old when realizing he is 22 now.
Le Concorde.
Le Posies.
Aftershow waiting.
Crazy women running all over the stage picking up guitars.
CRAZY woman decides she wants to get in my face because I am standing there.
Starts shouting in my face.
Try to make joke to diffuse situation.
Crazy woman doesn't think joke is funny and starts FLIPPING OUT on me.
Seriously consider slapping a stranger for the first time in my adult life.
Decide against it.
Jon breaks up fight.
She leaves.
Drop off friend of Kenny.
Drive home.
Get to bed around 5AM
get up at 7AM
go to work.
Sleep with eyes open.
The End.

FUNNEST WEEKEND EVER!


Wednesday, June 04, 2008

Farewell my little Milo....





Papa Gerbil (Milo) passed away last evening. He lived a VERY long life. (over a year longer than the average gerbil life exp) so I feel blessed that we had him for so long. I knew he was looking a little worse for wear. I told Jon last week that I think he is saying goodbye. I can always tell with the gerbils. They slow way down and suddenly really seem to enjoy being pet. Like they are stopping and letting you know that they appreciated you. Usually they are so busy digging and chewing that they didn't have time to be pet for too long. Last week he stood and let me scratch his head for a good long while and he was looking very elderly around the eyes.
It is sad because we are down to two, one girl and one boy, but they are in separate cages so they can't hang out. I am going to see about getting the boy fixed so we can put them together again. They would be happy together. Their cages are side by side and they are always touching noses. It is so sweet.

RIP Milo

Monday, June 02, 2008

RIP Bo Diddley


Rock pioneer Bo Diddley dies at age 79

I was so sad to hear this news today. It was a great honor to meet him and have some time to sit and talk with him. This photo was in New York, backstage at a rock festival, while I was on my honeymoon. (I am holding baby Aden.) He was pretty sick that day, but he still rocked, and he was a wonderfully sweet man, and didn't let being sick damper his spirits. He was a joy to meet and brought so much to the world with his music. He will be missed.


Here is what the news says:
By RON WORD –

JACKSONVILLE, Fla. (AP) — Bo Diddley, a founding father of rock 'n' roll whose distinctive "shave and a haircut, two bits" rhythm and innovative guitar effects inspired legions of other musicians, died Monday after months of ill health. He was 79.

Diddley died of heart failure at his home in Archer, Fla., spokeswoman Susan Clary said. He had suffered a heart attack in August, three months after suffering a stroke while touring in Iowa. Doctors said the stroke affected his ability to speak, and he had returned to Florida to continue rehabilitation.read the full article here




Mojo come to my house, ya black cat bone,
Take my baby away from home,
Ugly ole mojo, where ya bin,
Up your house, and gone again.

Bo diddley, bo diddley have you heard?
My pretty baby said she wasn’t for it.
 

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