Wednesday, July 27, 2011
So even though he's wearing a shirt (and a suit of armor), I had to check out the trailer for his new movie, Knights of Badassdom. Let me just say, it does not disappoint.
Love the idea, love the humor, love the title, love it all! And Steve Zahn cracks me up - I've loved him since That Thing You Do! and Happy, Texas. The best I could find for a release date is late 2011. I think this is one I'll have to head to the theater to see.
Saturday, July 23, 2011
While "Rehab" made me notice her, her single "Back to Black" made me a fan.
Her whole album made me feel like a woman again at at time when I was surrounded by preschool songs and cartoons. The G-rated life I led with two toddlers was draining me, and Amy made me remember that I could still like things that were R-rated, that I could listen to songs with bad words (as long as the kids were asleep or I wore headphones). I made it through many a laundry pile, listening while folding, swaying while ironing. I even caught myself trying her signature thick black eyeliner for a party. A little over-the-top for my usual style, I didn't care. It made me feel good, feel young, feel sexy.
I may have to break out the black eyeliner again.
Rest in peace...
Friday, July 15, 2011
Saturday, July 9, 2011
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
But even though it's hell, there's something that's worse. My dog is getting old.
|Flickr photo by Pirate Scott|
Now he's getting old, and neither of us are sleeping well. He forgets where he is and where I am, so he howls this lonely call in the middle of the night. It breaks my heart. I try to sleep through it, but I can't. So I go to him.
Then he'll sleep for a few hours, and so will I. And even though I'm right there next to him, he'll still wake and howl to me, looking for comfort.
I used to be able to call to him to say that I'm right here, it's OK.
But now he's deaf, too. And my call fades away, worthless and empty.
So I get out of bed, and I walk to him, rub his head, calm him as best I can. And once he remembers that I'm here, that he's home, he goes back to sleep.
In two hours, we do the dance again. And it's exhausting both of us.
So we'll get old together, at least for a little while, until we reach the day that we won't. And then I'll be the one howling.
Monday, July 4, 2011
I'm not a big picnic person. I hate mosquitoes. I don't even really like fireworks that much.
Don't get me wrong - I oooohh and aaaaahhh as much as the next person. But I don't have the deep need to be there, in person, to see it happen. I'm fine watching from a distance, in my yard, glass of wine in hand.
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Stay safe - enjoy the fireworks - Happy 4th!
Saturday, July 2, 2011
Wow - that last post was very sad. I was in a very bad place a year ago. But I'm in a much better place now.
I didn't actually take this photo, but it matches where I am right now. So thanks for waiting for me to come back.
I think I'll stick around this time.