I am here now:
thebabydaydream.blogspot.com
And have been for...what? A year? 2?
But I may be back here soon. I haven't decided yet.
Also, this silly iPad just autocorrected "blogspot" to blood spot.
I also have that other neglected boob blog....
boobsandfood.tumblr.com
I am thinking of started a new blog about my adventures in gardening. That sounds pretty lame, doesn't it.
Saturday, January 8, 2011
Friday, October 30, 2009
Friday, October 2, 2009
dear ex-girlfriends,
we all have exes. unless we are my parents or my friend Sarah. holla!
so....we have past relationships. then we have current ones. sometimes we even get married.
and sometimes an ex girlfriend keeps showing up and it becomes an issue.
so.
dear husbands exes,
i know you are lovely people. i know you may want some validation and attention and believe me...i know it is easy to get from a past lover. i like majored in this shit. if feels easy, doesn't it? to reminisce.....flirt.....talk about your "connection" and that fun stuff. it is like a nice lil boost to your self esteem....oh...this person still gives a shit! i must not be so bad!
yes, yes. i know. but.....i am sorry......my husband.....is now my husband. and i want you to go the fuck away. he does not care about you, even if he says he does. what he feels is pity. a little guilt. he feels sorry for you because you wanted the things he now has. the things he told you he didn't want. the things he only wanted with me. also.....remember, he is a man and things get screwy in their brains. so he chatted. he picked up the phone call. he accepted the friend request. he was just being silly, wasn't he. so.....here are the new rules. YOU, ex girlfriend....GO AWAY. get a life. move on. shut up. he doesn't care about you anymore.
sincerely,
Wife
oh and
Dear Ex Boyfriends,
Call me!!
Just kidding.
i don't need validation from you because most of you are losers anyway....and i am HAPPILY MARRIED.
xo,
me
so....we have past relationships. then we have current ones. sometimes we even get married.
and sometimes an ex girlfriend keeps showing up and it becomes an issue.
so.
dear husbands exes,
i know you are lovely people. i know you may want some validation and attention and believe me...i know it is easy to get from a past lover. i like majored in this shit. if feels easy, doesn't it? to reminisce.....flirt.....talk about your "connection" and that fun stuff. it is like a nice lil boost to your self esteem....oh...this person still gives a shit! i must not be so bad!
yes, yes. i know. but.....i am sorry......my husband.....is now my husband. and i want you to go the fuck away. he does not care about you, even if he says he does. what he feels is pity. a little guilt. he feels sorry for you because you wanted the things he now has. the things he told you he didn't want. the things he only wanted with me. also.....remember, he is a man and things get screwy in their brains. so he chatted. he picked up the phone call. he accepted the friend request. he was just being silly, wasn't he. so.....here are the new rules. YOU, ex girlfriend....GO AWAY. get a life. move on. shut up. he doesn't care about you anymore.
sincerely,
Wife
oh and
Dear Ex Boyfriends,
Call me!!
Just kidding.
i don't need validation from you because most of you are losers anyway....and i am HAPPILY MARRIED.
xo,
me
Saturday, September 5, 2009
pompom
riley: "why does jessica have those HUGE pompom boobs?"
me: "who is jessica?"
riley: "from Roger Rabbit. and she is so, so, so tiny with HUGE BOOBS"
me: "well.....because jessica is not real. she is a drawing."
riley: "and she goes boom...boom....boom" (she shakes her imaginary chest)
dan did it. he told her she could watch Who Framed Roger Rabbit. i blame him.
me: "who is jessica?"
riley: "from Roger Rabbit. and she is so, so, so tiny with HUGE BOOBS"
me: "well.....because jessica is not real. she is a drawing."
riley: "and she goes boom...boom....boom" (she shakes her imaginary chest)
dan did it. he told her she could watch Who Framed Roger Rabbit. i blame him.
Friday, August 28, 2009
pass the pudding
there is no good reason for why i have not been blogging on here....except i have another blog, and a boob blog where i post pervey pictures of my friends.
i still feel like i have plenty to say here, much to praise, words to combine, thoughts to express.....and of course i still have much to bitch about.
summer is almost over. i should clarify and say "summer is almost over for RILEY" because i have been on summer vacation for 2 years.
this summer....with riley.....sounded like this:
lookatme mom watch this mom look mom look look look watch this look at me lookatme watch this lookmom lookmom looklooklook watchme watchmewatchme mom LOOK AT ME MOM
and i did a lot of looking at watching and playing. but not enough for riley.
she has already started her christmas list, people. it is August. she wants an ipod, a handheld video game thing, a scooter, and another baby buggy.
an ipod.
she is 6.
i think there is a good balance these days of those amazing my-daughter-is-wonderful-i-am-so-lucky feelings with those who-the-fuck-is-this-little-monster feelings.....
this summer i really appreciated having lunch like a 6 year old....we ate hotdogs and drank ovaltine. we enjoyed bowls of chicken n stars, graham crackers in milk....we made tuna sammies and ate chips.
i think i have gained about 10 lbs. add that to the 10 i never got rid of last december....and i am officially fatter.
and i don't know if it is because the last year has been one of the most devastating* years of my life or if age has made me numb to everything (a combo perhaps?) but i don't care. i don't care about much. i literally went from the thought "i should start a diet today and have a nice smoothie for breakfast" to "pancakes it is!" in under 2 minutes.
i will probably hit a disgusted point and want to starve myself like always..but not yet. i guess this is what "letting yourself go" feels like. it feels like making chocolate pudding at midnight and only wearing elastic waistbands. it feels like an extra jiggle while you are towel drying but forgetting it instantly because there is still someone in bed who will sleep with you. because love is cool like that. and because he "let himself go" too....so you both are chubby and totally into each other and can you pass the chocolate pudding please.
*devastating but also wonderful. i love my life. it just hurts me sometimes.
note: i started a blog all about trying to get and stay pregnant. wouldn't want to bore anyone here with baby thoughts. not that anyone reads either of them. i don't know who i think i am....but i do know i like to spread myself all over the internet. it is sad, really. i guess i blog more of myself because it feels somewhat better than sharing all my thoughts with a warm body and having a blank expression in return. i started the baby blog to spare my friends the awkwardness of trying to find something to say every time i bring it up. and i also got tired of people telling me to just "relax and try not to think about it". so....now i blog about it. to the vast openness of the blogiverse.
i still feel like i have plenty to say here, much to praise, words to combine, thoughts to express.....and of course i still have much to bitch about.
summer is almost over. i should clarify and say "summer is almost over for RILEY" because i have been on summer vacation for 2 years.
this summer....with riley.....sounded like this:
lookatme mom watch this mom look mom look look look watch this look at me lookatme watch this lookmom lookmom looklooklook watchme watchmewatchme mom LOOK AT ME MOM
and i did a lot of looking at watching and playing. but not enough for riley.
she has already started her christmas list, people. it is August. she wants an ipod, a handheld video game thing, a scooter, and another baby buggy.
an ipod.
she is 6.
i think there is a good balance these days of those amazing my-daughter-is-wonderful-i-am-so-lucky feelings with those who-the-fuck-is-this-little-monster feelings.....
this summer i really appreciated having lunch like a 6 year old....we ate hotdogs and drank ovaltine. we enjoyed bowls of chicken n stars, graham crackers in milk....we made tuna sammies and ate chips.
i think i have gained about 10 lbs. add that to the 10 i never got rid of last december....and i am officially fatter.
and i don't know if it is because the last year has been one of the most devastating* years of my life or if age has made me numb to everything (a combo perhaps?) but i don't care. i don't care about much. i literally went from the thought "i should start a diet today and have a nice smoothie for breakfast" to "pancakes it is!" in under 2 minutes.
i will probably hit a disgusted point and want to starve myself like always..but not yet. i guess this is what "letting yourself go" feels like. it feels like making chocolate pudding at midnight and only wearing elastic waistbands. it feels like an extra jiggle while you are towel drying but forgetting it instantly because there is still someone in bed who will sleep with you. because love is cool like that. and because he "let himself go" too....so you both are chubby and totally into each other and can you pass the chocolate pudding please.
*devastating but also wonderful. i love my life. it just hurts me sometimes.
note: i started a blog all about trying to get and stay pregnant. wouldn't want to bore anyone here with baby thoughts. not that anyone reads either of them. i don't know who i think i am....but i do know i like to spread myself all over the internet. it is sad, really. i guess i blog more of myself because it feels somewhat better than sharing all my thoughts with a warm body and having a blank expression in return. i started the baby blog to spare my friends the awkwardness of trying to find something to say every time i bring it up. and i also got tired of people telling me to just "relax and try not to think about it". so....now i blog about it. to the vast openness of the blogiverse.
Monday, August 17, 2009
am i drunk?
i drove all the way to trader joes and then realized i had forgotten my wallet.
instead of saying "parking"...as in "i am parking the car" i said "landing". i didn't notice until riley said "landing??"
like i was driving an airplane.
this made riley laugh and laugh.
then.....i told her to put her popsicle wrapper in the "garage". i meant to say "garbage".
i may be having a stroke.
instead of saying "parking"...as in "i am parking the car" i said "landing". i didn't notice until riley said "landing??"
like i was driving an airplane.
this made riley laugh and laugh.
then.....i told her to put her popsicle wrapper in the "garage". i meant to say "garbage".
i may be having a stroke.
Monday, August 10, 2009
what are you doing?
what i am watching: True Blood season 2. blowing my mind. dan calls it my soft porn.
what i am listening to: The Gossip, Music for Men. track 4. click here to listen. but the whole album is great.
what i am eating: salted caramel cupcake form Cupcake Royale. i know, i know, seattle cupcake snobs....Trophy is SO MUCH better. yes, i know. i get it. but the salted caramel gives me a reason to get out of bed in the morning....even though it is becoming increasingly more difficult. this is the conundrum.
what i am reading: Martha Stewart LIVING, Real Simple......and other glossy things. what? it is summer! i also have the first Sookie Stackhouse book...it will be cracked open soon.
what i am baking: red plum upside down cake. i have made it 3 times in the last 2 weeks. it is that good. it is also good with peaches.
what i am doing: not much. we did some yard work this weekend *gasp*! and i took some pics of my friend Sarah's beautiful one-year old, Sadie Rose last week. i seriously want to spread her on crackers and eat her up.
what i am listening to: The Gossip, Music for Men. track 4. click here to listen. but the whole album is great.
what i am eating: salted caramel cupcake form Cupcake Royale. i know, i know, seattle cupcake snobs....Trophy is SO MUCH better. yes, i know. i get it. but the salted caramel gives me a reason to get out of bed in the morning....even though it is becoming increasingly more difficult. this is the conundrum.
what i am reading: Martha Stewart LIVING, Real Simple......and other glossy things. what? it is summer! i also have the first Sookie Stackhouse book...it will be cracked open soon.
what i am baking: red plum upside down cake. i have made it 3 times in the last 2 weeks. it is that good. it is also good with peaches.
what i am doing: not much. we did some yard work this weekend *gasp*! and i took some pics of my friend Sarah's beautiful one-year old, Sadie Rose last week. i seriously want to spread her on crackers and eat her up.
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
naughtiest dog ever
Coco is in big trouble. she is grounded for the rest of her life. She is number one on my Shit List.
We made the mistake of locking her out of our bedroom last night. she must have been insulted by this. Dan woke up around 2am to a noise....
She had done the following:
pooped in the family room.
got into the recycling.
taken items from the recycling and shred them in varies places around the house. a milk carton here. a shredded butter carton there. tiny chucks of an egg carton everywhere.
got into the pantry. pulled out a bag of cookies and a bag of flour.
took a BAG OF FLOUR onto the couch (yes, the new couch) and dumped it out. an entire bag of flour. don't worry, it gets better.
ripped apart a cushion from new couch. as in ripped apart the inside. as in pieces of foam from my favorite piece of furniture all over the house. and flour EVERYWHERE.
needless to say.....Coco slept outside the rest of the night. and i am never talking to her again.
here is just a tiny glimpse of the destruction:
We made the mistake of locking her out of our bedroom last night. she must have been insulted by this. Dan woke up around 2am to a noise....
She had done the following:
pooped in the family room.
got into the recycling.
taken items from the recycling and shred them in varies places around the house. a milk carton here. a shredded butter carton there. tiny chucks of an egg carton everywhere.
got into the pantry. pulled out a bag of cookies and a bag of flour.
took a BAG OF FLOUR onto the couch (yes, the new couch) and dumped it out. an entire bag of flour. don't worry, it gets better.
ripped apart a cushion from new couch. as in ripped apart the inside. as in pieces of foam from my favorite piece of furniture all over the house. and flour EVERYWHERE.
needless to say.....Coco slept outside the rest of the night. and i am never talking to her again.
here is just a tiny glimpse of the destruction:
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
july....
I had some blood taken today for some tests. this is the second time this week i have driven to the lab to get poked and drained. i sat in the chair and it felt familiar. i am indifferent to the process of getting blood taken, like most adults. but, i remember so vividly what it felt like the first time i had to give blood. i remember the long hallway at the pediatrician. the posters of kittens and ponies on the wall. the pain. oh the pain. it was awful and terrifying. i felt sick and like i might die. today i barely noticed and chatted about coffee as each vile filled up.
pain is so relative. when i was pregnant with Riley i remember reading about getting an epidural and being freaked out. a needle in your spine? are you kidding? it sounded awful and terrifying. until i was in labor and the pain of contractions made the thought of needle in my spine sound like being tickled with a feather. suddenly, i didn't care AT ALL about the potential wussy pain of getting an epidural.
and emotional pain.....funny how my many "heartbreaks" over the years feel like nothing now that i know the heartbreak of losing a baby. not that i should compare the feeling of being cheated on or dumped to the loss of life. but i feel like my heart is a numb lump these days.
I have always been against this....the idea of becoming numb after something painful. i was conscious to not put walls up around myself after bad relationships or shy away from potential love for fear of being hurt again....i knew to feel was powerful and to hide would only leave me alone and miserable. and it worked. i was open to love and fell for Dan quickly. it was irrational. i was vulnerable. but it was the only way i could be. and it worked. I love him more truly and deeply than i ever imagined possible....and it happened instantly.
and now...in a different area of my heart.....i feel closed and numb. i feel scared and brick by brick i am building walls. what if i can't get pregnant again? what if i have miscarriage after miscarriage? how many times can i go through it? the first time destroyed me. it broke me into so many pieces. it took months and months before i felt ok. and the second one?
well, pain is relative. it hurts less because i have felt it before. because i have to wall off that area or i would crumble. so i was numb. my expectations were low this time. because now i am overwhelmingly aware that a positive pregnancy test does not mean you will have a baby.
but it still hurts. it hurts in a way that is tangible. that i will feel forever. i feel it every time a hear another woman tell me she also had one. it used to mean nothing to me. oh...you had a miscarriage.....that must have been hard.....but now......now i feel it like i would if i was stabbed. and i want to hug them and cry for their pain. the disappointment and total extreme from joy and hope to loss and despair is completely crushing and disorienting.
but we survive. and hopefully try, try again. next time i am going to wrap myself in bubble wrap and sleep in an oxygen chamber for the first 12 weeks.
pain is so relative. when i was pregnant with Riley i remember reading about getting an epidural and being freaked out. a needle in your spine? are you kidding? it sounded awful and terrifying. until i was in labor and the pain of contractions made the thought of needle in my spine sound like being tickled with a feather. suddenly, i didn't care AT ALL about the potential wussy pain of getting an epidural.
and emotional pain.....funny how my many "heartbreaks" over the years feel like nothing now that i know the heartbreak of losing a baby. not that i should compare the feeling of being cheated on or dumped to the loss of life. but i feel like my heart is a numb lump these days.
I have always been against this....the idea of becoming numb after something painful. i was conscious to not put walls up around myself after bad relationships or shy away from potential love for fear of being hurt again....i knew to feel was powerful and to hide would only leave me alone and miserable. and it worked. i was open to love and fell for Dan quickly. it was irrational. i was vulnerable. but it was the only way i could be. and it worked. I love him more truly and deeply than i ever imagined possible....and it happened instantly.
and now...in a different area of my heart.....i feel closed and numb. i feel scared and brick by brick i am building walls. what if i can't get pregnant again? what if i have miscarriage after miscarriage? how many times can i go through it? the first time destroyed me. it broke me into so many pieces. it took months and months before i felt ok. and the second one?
well, pain is relative. it hurts less because i have felt it before. because i have to wall off that area or i would crumble. so i was numb. my expectations were low this time. because now i am overwhelmingly aware that a positive pregnancy test does not mean you will have a baby.
but it still hurts. it hurts in a way that is tangible. that i will feel forever. i feel it every time a hear another woman tell me she also had one. it used to mean nothing to me. oh...you had a miscarriage.....that must have been hard.....but now......now i feel it like i would if i was stabbed. and i want to hug them and cry for their pain. the disappointment and total extreme from joy and hope to loss and despair is completely crushing and disorienting.
but we survive. and hopefully try, try again. next time i am going to wrap myself in bubble wrap and sleep in an oxygen chamber for the first 12 weeks.
Saturday, July 18, 2009
Ferry to Vashon
we went to the strawberry festival on Vashon today. It was lovely. for some reason, I only took pictures on the ferry.
We took coco and she did pretty well considering the heat and the mob of people....and the parade....and all the dogs she felt the need to lunge for....at least our arms are still in socket.
My husband is so nummy. i LOVE him....like lots n stuff.
in other news, i still need a freaking haircut.
We took coco and she did pretty well considering the heat and the mob of people....and the parade....and all the dogs she felt the need to lunge for....at least our arms are still in socket.
My husband is so nummy. i LOVE him....like lots n stuff.
in other news, i still need a freaking haircut.
Friday, July 10, 2009
just a little friday vent about douchbags
i was reminded last night why i don't like most people.
i know there are a lot of great people out there. i have met some, yes. but....more times than not i meet someone like my cousin's friend.....
i mentioned Spain wasn't my favorite place. i did not connect with the place....and compared to other places i traveled.....it was my least favorite.
cousin's friend had a real hard time with this. lots of eye rolling and disbelief....and implying that i was SO STUPID i just didn't know that Spain was awesome. i must have done something wrong.
he actually said "maybe you looked like a tourist".
really? really smart guy? really whitey?
I HAVE FUCKING BLOND HAIR AND BLUE EYES. yes, i fucking looked like a tourist. i am sure you looked totally European in your douchbag baseball cap, cargo shorts and REI backpack, you asshole.
i just hate people. and i fail at faking it as i have gotten older.
i know there are a lot of great people out there. i have met some, yes. but....more times than not i meet someone like my cousin's friend.....
i mentioned Spain wasn't my favorite place. i did not connect with the place....and compared to other places i traveled.....it was my least favorite.
cousin's friend had a real hard time with this. lots of eye rolling and disbelief....and implying that i was SO STUPID i just didn't know that Spain was awesome. i must have done something wrong.
he actually said "maybe you looked like a tourist".
really? really smart guy? really whitey?
I HAVE FUCKING BLOND HAIR AND BLUE EYES. yes, i fucking looked like a tourist. i am sure you looked totally European in your douchbag baseball cap, cargo shorts and REI backpack, you asshole.
i just hate people. and i fail at faking it as i have gotten older.
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
plain
this made me laugh for way too long....
"you should buy this shampoo i saw on TV. it comes in different flavors i think you would like. it comes in coconut........and lemon.......and.....um..... plain? what do you call it? the white kind? .....vanilla!"
-riley in the car after being at my parents house and watching 2 hours of TV
i laughed so hard. the white kind. plain. also know as vanilla.
i don't know why some of the things she says really make me happy. but this one did.
"you should buy this shampoo i saw on TV. it comes in different flavors i think you would like. it comes in coconut........and lemon.......and.....um..... plain? what do you call it? the white kind? .....vanilla!"
-riley in the car after being at my parents house and watching 2 hours of TV
i laughed so hard. the white kind. plain. also know as vanilla.
i don't know why some of the things she says really make me happy. but this one did.
Thursday, July 2, 2009
only veggies from now on
"every time i see your tummy it looks bigger"
riley, today in the dressing room.
i am going on a diet.
actually, i am never eating again.
oh, and i am never taking her into another dressing room again.
riley, today in the dressing room.
i am going on a diet.
actually, i am never eating again.
oh, and i am never taking her into another dressing room again.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
boobs and food
i started a new blog. it is the classiest thing i have ever done. it brings me great joy to bring you:
http://boobsandfood.tumblr.com/
http://boobsandfood.tumblr.com/
Monday, June 22, 2009
sludge and strep
Riley started off her summer vacation with a high temperature, sore throat and headache. I took her to the doctor today and it is strep. doh! strep strikes again!
we are leaving on thursday for Montana. i am really looking forward to clearing my head and heart and singing loudly on the open road with my girl and my pup.
other news:
i made a blackberry cheesecake and it was delicious.
riley got her hair cut.....6 inches of her blond locks, gone. she wanted to go shorter....and we decided on a transitional shoulder length...but i am pretty sure it will be a chin length bob by next month.
i had an extreme bloody nose last night and thought i was having a brain hemorrhage. i NEVER get bloody noses. in fact, the last one i had was in third grade when i ran face first into a tree.
our father's day was lovely. we went out for brunch, walked around bookstores, and went a movie. then went to my parents and had oysters and lots of wine.
i cleaned and spray painted an old bbq on friday for this thing* dan was shooting for his film....and i am STILL sore. from spray painting. not sure how or why...who knew chores could be such a great workout? p.s. he owes me BIG time.
*i have no idea what it is, what it is for, or how it involves his film. i know it involved a half naked girl in underwear and an apron....and a spray painted bbq. it is so completely typical for him that i don't even ask questions anymore. i try to not take it personally that he put a random chick in his film in gold hot shorts and not me......that my "role" in his film was to clean out the old grease and sludge off a bbq and paint it. i am sure she looked better in an apron than me. in fact i am positive of this. but i think i used to be considered "hot" enough to be put on camera. not sure when this changed and i became the grunt labor wife....not cool enough to meet the actors. not rad enough to attend brunch with the crew. do i sound resentful? i don't mean to. jealous? sure. bitter? perhaps. i think i am more going through my monthly woe-is-me fest where i remember the days past...when i was single and lusted after. when my boyfriend thought i was gorgeous and out of his league and we stayed up all night talking before he finally kissed me after the sun came up. now i feel like i am not pretty enough for a stupid fucking 3 second fake tv show that will be somewhere in a short film my husband made. not cool enough to go to sushi with Rider. and when i finally see the film, my only on screen involvement will be like "oh....i totally painted that bbq".....and that makes me feel left out of the party. and i was left out of the party. completely. so i guess i am just the uncool wife of the rad director. i guess i am really good at cleaning sludge.
so yeah....wasn't expecting all that to come out.
fuck, i can't wait to get out of town.
for the record, i am very lucky and i love my husband.....but fuck, sometimes.....i have issues, hence the blog.
we are leaving on thursday for Montana. i am really looking forward to clearing my head and heart and singing loudly on the open road with my girl and my pup.
other news:
i made a blackberry cheesecake and it was delicious.
riley got her hair cut.....6 inches of her blond locks, gone. she wanted to go shorter....and we decided on a transitional shoulder length...but i am pretty sure it will be a chin length bob by next month.
i had an extreme bloody nose last night and thought i was having a brain hemorrhage. i NEVER get bloody noses. in fact, the last one i had was in third grade when i ran face first into a tree.
our father's day was lovely. we went out for brunch, walked around bookstores, and went a movie. then went to my parents and had oysters and lots of wine.
i cleaned and spray painted an old bbq on friday for this thing* dan was shooting for his film....and i am STILL sore. from spray painting. not sure how or why...who knew chores could be such a great workout? p.s. he owes me BIG time.
*i have no idea what it is, what it is for, or how it involves his film. i know it involved a half naked girl in underwear and an apron....and a spray painted bbq. it is so completely typical for him that i don't even ask questions anymore. i try to not take it personally that he put a random chick in his film in gold hot shorts and not me......that my "role" in his film was to clean out the old grease and sludge off a bbq and paint it. i am sure she looked better in an apron than me. in fact i am positive of this. but i think i used to be considered "hot" enough to be put on camera. not sure when this changed and i became the grunt labor wife....not cool enough to meet the actors. not rad enough to attend brunch with the crew. do i sound resentful? i don't mean to. jealous? sure. bitter? perhaps. i think i am more going through my monthly woe-is-me fest where i remember the days past...when i was single and lusted after. when my boyfriend thought i was gorgeous and out of his league and we stayed up all night talking before he finally kissed me after the sun came up. now i feel like i am not pretty enough for a stupid fucking 3 second fake tv show that will be somewhere in a short film my husband made. not cool enough to go to sushi with Rider. and when i finally see the film, my only on screen involvement will be like "oh....i totally painted that bbq".....and that makes me feel left out of the party. and i was left out of the party. completely. so i guess i am just the uncool wife of the rad director. i guess i am really good at cleaning sludge.
so yeah....wasn't expecting all that to come out.
fuck, i can't wait to get out of town.
for the record, i am very lucky and i love my husband.....but fuck, sometimes.....i have issues, hence the blog.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
my little animal eater
we had bbq ribs last night and riley asked "what animal is this?" and we told her it was pig. and a few minutes later she said "pig is good."
yes, riley, yes....pig is very, very tasty.
yes, riley, yes....pig is very, very tasty.
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
bring on the freckles
I went on a mini vacation this last weekend to Santa Monica/ Venice Beach and it was lovely. I really love Venice Beach and all the craziness that goes along with it. you can get a tattoo, a hotdog, some weed, a jade bracelet and a painting of jesus all in the same stretch. oh, and visit a psychic....which we attempted to do...she must have seen us coming and hid. i also saw a guy with no arms laying on a table playing the bass with his feet.
i stayed with my lovely friend nicole in an incredible apartment right across from the beach. we lounged by the pool and got super tan...we ate delicious sushi, nummy fish tacos, we walked and shopped and i had a great time.
riley is out for summer next week. we are going to take a road trip to Montana the following week and i am really excited. me and my girl and my pup. open road. wind in our hair. loud music. mountains. huckleberry milkshakes. going to the river. ah, montana, i miss you.
bring it on Summer!!
i stayed with my lovely friend nicole in an incredible apartment right across from the beach. we lounged by the pool and got super tan...we ate delicious sushi, nummy fish tacos, we walked and shopped and i had a great time.
riley is out for summer next week. we are going to take a road trip to Montana the following week and i am really excited. me and my girl and my pup. open road. wind in our hair. loud music. mountains. huckleberry milkshakes. going to the river. ah, montana, i miss you.
bring it on Summer!!
Thursday, June 4, 2009
First Aid Kit
i can't stop listening to this. i just love their voices so much. i am a sucker for swedish folk...
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
burn
nothing works in this type of heat. my cell phone is too hot to ring. my shoes stopped fitting.
i have a huge painful pimple on my forehead, right by my eyebrow and i am too old for this.
shadows melt down the sidewalk. they must be looking for shade.
there was no point in watering the flower pots. they have transformed into little brick ovens, baking young buds and beetles alike. at least the dog isn't dead yet.
and i am perched like the bluejay in the biggest cedar. on the longest branch. on the very tip. the sunniest spot.
burn me up, sunshine. burn me up.
i have a huge painful pimple on my forehead, right by my eyebrow and i am too old for this.
shadows melt down the sidewalk. they must be looking for shade.
there was no point in watering the flower pots. they have transformed into little brick ovens, baking young buds and beetles alike. at least the dog isn't dead yet.
and i am perched like the bluejay in the biggest cedar. on the longest branch. on the very tip. the sunniest spot.
burn me up, sunshine. burn me up.
Rider
here is a pic from Dan's short film.....he just shot this past weekend.....and yes, this is Rider Strong. as in Shawn Hunter from Boy Meets World. as in the hot guy from Cabin Fever. as in totally dreamy.
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