Wednesday, June 27, 2012
we drool and play
hello sweet bed
rust those chains
with those blue floods
sincerely with frantic love
please forgive me
my essential client
you picture perfect pedestrian
you are not as gorgeous
as you are tiny
so don't let the pink drunkeness
destroy you the way that you did me
While cleaning the other day I found piles and piles of poems written at various angst ridden moments in my life. Why not post them here for a good laugh or a good cry?
Since nobody reads this, it's going to be a hit, I'm sure.
First one to come after a bit of sorting.
Don't get too worked up while waiting.
Thursday, July 12, 2007
Firstly, you can't see anything that I've finished recently.
Also, I have a really great excuse for not having proof of said finished items.
The Harry Potter fun was also not documented. Alas, that was just a bunch of knitting in a theatre waiting for a movie to start. This was the only time Mike has not looked at me with his crazy eyes (which indicate my insanity, not his) because I purchased the bucket of soda that comes with free refills. We got there at 7pm, which gave me many soda drinking hours. The photo oppurtunities were plentiful, and we missed all of them.
So, in place of photos ... actual words. The horror! Don't worry, I'll try to keep it short.
In June of 2008 Mike and I will have been together in one way or another for 10 years. That's nuts! We decided that to celebrate the nuts we should have a party of some sort. Something fun and special. I immediately focused on the first order of business - the music. In the process of thinking about what will be our smashing good song list it occurred to me that such an event will require a first song. You know the first song. That one that's your song. That first song you have to sort of dance to all alone up there before everybody is apalled and finally joins you to hide you on your special day.
Right, so I turned to Mike and asked, "do we have a song?" Maybe the fact that I had to ask him should have prepared me for his response of, "why would we have a song?"
I was not prepared. I was really sad. I started playing every song that has ever reminded me of him or that we have sung together. It was looking bleak for a while. We've sung a lot of songs together, and still we couldn't find that one song.
Then I realized something ... we don't have a song. We have a lot of songs. So I changed my plan. I started making a list. The problem with having more than one song is that you only have one that you can do the first dance to. I've decided to get your input.
Moonage Daydream - David Bowie
The Origin of Love - Hedwig & The Angry Inch
Chariot's Rise - Lizzie West
Downeaster Alexa - Billy Joel
Romeo & Juliet - Dire Straits
Take Me to the Hospital - The Faint
Each Coming Night - Iron & Wine
Thank You - Led Zeppelin
Fool in the Rain - Led Zeppelin
I know it's a motley list of songs, but we've narrowed it down to these. Where Billy Joel is concerned, I'd like to note that neither Mike nor myself have ever been fishermen or "worked with the rod and the reel" in the way that Billy Joel means, but we still really love this song. I'm convinced that if anybody had sung Downeaster Alexa on American Idol during Billy Joel week they would have won.
Mike made me take Fine Young Cannibals off of the list as well as Mr. Vain by Culture Beat and Rhythm is a Dancer by Snap. I may never forgive him. I think he's just afraid to get funky in front of others.
Any comments you have are welcome. I'll even accept jokes about our terrible taste in music. This will be a very do it yourself event, so I'll also gladly accept any recipes for feeding large groups of people and classy decorating on the cheap. As it stands all of my plans include giant bowls of olives and snowflakes cut out of the scrap paper from work. The knitters who read this will be able to back me up when I say, I may know how to knit, but it doesn't mean I have any sense of style. This anniversary thing could be a disaster. Luckily I'm giving us 11 months to plan it.
I promise more photos of Mike in tight pants are to come. I can't have my most favorite reader disappointed.
Monday, June 25, 2007
This girl clearly knows how to accessorize. Barrette in hair, goat on lap. I wish we were friends. And then we have the parade of fantastic horns. I really love when they curl around the ears. This goat and I became dear friends after he twisted his neck and horns through the bars to eat my shirt while I was looking in the pen next to his. Nice fella.
This one was very austere and stand off-ish. Who needs friends, after all, when you've got a set of horns with such amazing symmetry.
And this lovely sheep had a nice set up being inside and not being tied up waiting to be judged. It was sunny outside and much too hot for such a dark pretty thing. Again with the crazy twist around the ears.
Among the goats it was very popular to use their horns for scratching. I have several photos of this. I kept running from pen to pen saying, "Oh, that one's doing it, too!" Mike found this to be worth giggling over.
These goats were being fed a potato chip by a nice little girl. I'm not sure how this fits into their normal diet, but they were really excited. I imagine if your normal diet consists of hay, a greasy potato chip is a nice change of pace.And here is the yak that tried to eat Mike. That's Mike's hand. He was going in to pet it, and it opened its mouth lovingly and gently chewed on it. Mike's hand was clearly without taste, as the yak quickly moved on to somebody else. Other than the chewing, the yaks were quite nice. I would invite them to tea. Especially if they needed a combing.And last, but not least, a photo of my puppies. I love them, although they do not bear me any fiber. They shed everywhere and I can't fathom using their hair for anything. I'm just not like that. Now, the rabbits ... that's a story for another time. Charlotte is the black and white one and Kyrsten is the brownish one. They're nice and terrible, like all things one loves.
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
This one I named Old Blue Eyes for obvious reasons. The owner told us about how they don't generally breed for blue eyes because there is a propensity for deafness. I was reminded of small gene pools and royal families. I giggled out loud and when everybody turned toward me I sobered up and said, "I'm sorry. She's beautiful." And she is. Beautiful and really wicked cool. Wicked ... cool.
This one wore a bandana in order to indicate that it was a cowboy ... or cowgirl? In any case it was pretty damn cute.
This one had no eyes and no legs, but look at that hair. This one was my favorite. It made faces at me. At no point did I see any eyes, but I did see lots and lots of teeth and a big smile. I named it Charlie. I figure that way we keep some gender neutrality and I like the idea of a llama named Chewy Charlie.
In this photo you can see the mountains in the background. It doesn't do the scenery justice, but it might give you an idea. It was just beautiful. The most important part of the photo though, is the little girl leading her llama up to the pole for the llama limbo they had. She made it really far, although she didn't win. Her llama followed her under and over this pole. It was cuter than cucumber sandwhiches and tea.
And these two ... well, they were just too cute. I think they're getting ready to grow up and be working pack animals. Their little baby packs are pretty ridiculous. I wanted to put my chapstick in them. Can you imagine?
The end .. for now. Next there will be photos of Mike being chased down, trampled and eaten by adorable yaks as well as Mike being gored by pointy horned goats.
Thursday, June 7, 2007
To help calm me down after the Mothra experience, I knitted. Of course. Here is a sock. This sock is for Kelly. I hope they fit. That's what I always say, though.
And then there was a sweater. This sweater has been suffocating inside this bag for nearly a year now. It's high time it gets out for some fresh air. So, I'm setting a goal date. This lovely thing for the lovely and clever Cara will be done on or before Sunday, July 1st. You'll all hold me accountable, I hope. After all, I need to get moving on finishing things other than socks. Y'all are probably under the impression at this point that I can't even knit and that I'm just borrowing unfinished objects from other people to put up here. You're wrong, and I'll prove it.
These are Mike's new pants. They are purple and tight and stretchy and totally hipster and emo and skater and anything ridiculous that you can think of. I love these pants. I'm not sure if Mike feels comfortable in them. I think he might feel a bit exposed. It's because they put his junk on display.
When he wears them I like to say, "Can't you put your junk away? Everybody can see it." Then he laughs. These pants might not seem blog worthy, but if you've ever met Mike, you'll find the pants development to be of utmost interest. Mike, in general, wears loose and comfortable clothing and certainly not anything with any sort of elasticity. I'm still trying to get him to wear them to work.
And last, but not least, we have a new addition to the family. Her name is Giselle. She is a Jetta TDI. She eats Diesel as TDIs are wont to do. She is clean inside and free of dog hair. She gets amazing mileage and many other lovely things. Unfortunatley, last night she was struck upon the head by a tree branch. The Boulder/Denver area experienced some pretty ridiculous winds that came rolling down from the mountains. This caused the breakage and flight of many a heavy branch. Alas, Giselle has been dinged up a tiny bit, but she has insurance and her insides are still clean and she still gets about 600 miles on one tank of gas. I'll take that any day.