Friday, February 27, 2009

Blank

Martin Blank may be a killer. But at least he's honest about who he is.

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Kittens

After a weekend and, so far, week of pure hell this was just what I needed.

Thank you, Universe.

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Be Safe

Yes I know it was late
We were greeting the sun
Before long
And you live with someone
I live with somebody too
Leave it there
For safe keeping
One of the west village in plains
That was the custom
Come dawn

On the walls of the day
In the shade of the sun
We wrote down
Another vision of us
We were the challengers of
The unknown
"Be safe" you say
Whatever the mess you are you mind okay
That is the custom
On down

Until I see you around
Until we clear the accounts
Leave it there
Leave it to us
We are the challengers of
The unknown


Monday, February 23, 2009

Burdens

Tenderly, Tenderly, Please take my breath from me
Into the fountains and up from the grave
Tearfully, Joyfully, Burn what is left of me
I don't want these burdens that handsomely weigh

You be my guest
And I'll let you stay
Leave me the check
I'll pay with the rest of my life
Twist the knife

Carefully, Quietly, You took what's young from me
I didn't deserve it I gave it away
Cowardly, Thoughtlessly you walk away from me
And I'll tear my heart out to save you the day

You be my guest
And I'll let you stay
Leave me the check
I'll pay with the rest of my life
Twist the knife

Tenderly, Tenderly, Please take my breath from me
Into the fountains and up from the graves.

("Twist the Knife", Neko Case)

Sunday, February 22, 2009

Hencel the Great

I wish I was a baby bear
Sleeping in the brown winter grass in April
While the sun was going down
And I wish my shoes were empty
And I was still in bed
With you there beside me
With your dreams inside your head
Oh I wish the world would do
What I want it to
And I wish the wind would blow me
Blow me back to you

I wish your mom was ugly
And your dad was ugly too
Cause then they couldn't have had a girl
To be as beautiful as you
And I wish I were a tightrope walker
With legs made outta gold
I would hold you in my golden legs
And never let you go
I wish the world would do
What I want it to
And I wish the wind would blow me
Blow me back to you

I wish I could see Jesus shining in the sky
So he could finally let me know
That everything'll be just fine
I wish I knew that God's love
Was all I'd ever need
I'd cut my candy teeth for fun
And let the good times bleed
Oh I wish the world would do
What I want it to
Yeah I wish the world would do
What I want it to
And I wish the wind would blow me
Blow me back to you

Saturday, February 21, 2009

Worlds Collide

There is a universe that can't be seen
It's just a feeling if you know what I mean
A delectable dimension undetectable by sight
It'll fill up your heart in the dead of the night
Some say its an astral plane
Can't be described can't be explained

The world exploded into love all around me
The world exploded into love all around me
And every time I take a look around me
I have to smile

Oh is our life just an illusion
There is no need to figure it out
The separation exists not in your love filled heart
But only in your mind
The real story's all around you
Even now it surrounds you
Even now I feel the power

The world exploded into love all around me
The world exploded into love all around me
And every time I take a look around me
I have to smile

(music & lyrics by the eversotalented Bob Schneider, Bobby to me)

Feels like my worlds are colliding. My safe, soft nest has been upset. My heart even more so. It strains and bleeds again from old wounds I thought had healed. But haven't. They were merely dormant.

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Cover Girl

Just returned from a wonderfully exhausting road trip to SpokeVegas to see Grandma and to load up on food, adult beverages and lots of hugs and kisses.

I'm tired.


And behind on everything (read: laundry). So, in the meantime, please to enjoy.



(Of course, this is on heavy rotation on the iPod as I put the bass in my walk while I vacuum.)

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Insomniac

I used to be a nightowl. Now I am an insomniac. What's the difference, you ask? Nightowls prefer to be up at night and, in my case, usually don't have hell to pay the next day for staying up all night (read: a three and five year old). Insomniacs like me have to get up early, regardless of staying up all hours of the night, and have to get kids ready, houses clean, laundry done, meals made, homework done, groceries purchased, blahblahblah. Get the gist?

So, I am now an insomniac. And one of the worst things about being an insomniac, for me, has been the type of shows I sit up watching all hours of the night. Usually murder shows that I'm sure aid in my total lack of sleep.

Last night, however, I had the distinct pleasure of playing 19 over and over and over and over and over until, finally, I realized it was just too late and I really, really needed to get some sleep.

Lucky for you, I found a three minute video to play over and over and over and over again. I highly recommend it. Sleep be damned.



(And how cool is it that she is performing with Jools Holland? I see no sleep in my near future. None.)

Friday, February 6, 2009

In Bloom

And now for a few moments of shameless self-promotion...


Please be sure to check out my shop for some newly listed items in honor of my February special and in the hopes to provide more tempting pictures for purchase. I will be listing more pictures all weekend so be sure to check back.

Happy Weekending!

Thursday, February 5, 2009

Glow

It goes without saying that I am a warm weather girl. I live for spring and summer. You would never guess it after years of living in cloudy and rainy climates but, indeed, I am a sun worshipper.

That is, before I realized firsthand that too much of this particular indulgence could kill my ass.

My dear peoples, behold what gets my lily white arse through the last, neverending days of winter.


Not too goopy. Not too stinky. Not streaky in any way. No orange faux glow after application.

If you are like me, suffering from severe Spring Fever (it's not pretty), get thee to a drugstore and purchase this tout de suite.

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

Valentine

So far, this week has held too many instances of bad news. And it's only Wednesday.

I was heartbroken when I read the story of little Tuesday. Devastating. It goes without saying that I couldn't wrap my head around how her family could reach out to the world and share their love, loss and grief. But I admired it. It touched me. Deeply.

As mentioned recently, I've been overly addicted to Facebook but really enjoying getting back in touch with people. When searching for long lost friends, it never really dawned on me that maybe they were gone. Gone from this world we live in day to day. But when I was contacted by an old friend from an intentionally forgotten lifetime ago, I learned of her husband's passing. We were girlfriends of co-worker boyfriends at the time. We were young. Playmates in a decadent world. Invincible. I read the pouring out of her broken heart in her blog posts after his death. Devastating. Her faith in the Universe, in the guarantee of being together after this life stirred me. Profoundly.

And then I saw the story of Amy Janae. Facing her struggles with laughter, humility, beauty, strength, gratitude. It inspired me. Completely.



I know we all have our challenges, our battles, our struggles. This is part of life. But after reading these stories and realizing that, yes, this happens every moment of every day the difference I can make in the world is to take action. Personally.

In an effort to help in whatever way I can, fifty percent of all purchases made at my Etsy shop will be donated to Amy Janae as my Valentine's Day gift to her and to everyone we've loved and continue to love.

Or, better yet, please go make a donation today.