i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)
~e.e. cummings
Friday, January 30, 2009
There you go.
Thursday, January 29, 2009
"Is Ace short for......Ace-eroni?"
My head feels like this....
...so I'm vegging on the couch with homemade spaghetti and mediocre television. Oh Idol, why can't I quit you? (Answer: Because you give me Osmonds and single moms named Megan who sing like Zooey Deschanel. Whom I love in all forms. She's funny as all get out in Failure to Launch. I covet her general style. And she's quirky. Love. Love. Love.) *runs off to download She&Him, Volume One.*
Watching Juno, I continue to be freaked out by the fact that Claudia Jean Cregg is a suburban nail technician housewife of Verne Schillinger. The absurdity of this can only be appreciated by someone who watched both The West Wing and OZ. Which is probably, me and Sally......and that's it. But the irony of the democratic White House Chief of Staff being the wife of the leader of the Oswald State Peniteniary's aryan gang is nothing if not hilarious. Especially when it's underscored by the bouncy lyrics of "I like boys with strong convictions and convicts with perfect diction." Not to mention "And I've never met a Toby that I didn't like." Which is beyond funny on both counts. Just me then? Ooooookay.
In the interest of spreading the wealth/love/good juju, see below things I'm loving, reading, generally coveting.
From the wonderland of Sephora:
Liquid stain that makes 'those' days a thing of the past. Lips/cheeks. This does it all....and well.
The most fantabulous concealer set in the history of every. Lasts ALL day, no joke. The green covers up red. You can also get a purpl-y one that......does something equally fantastic, I'm sure. The brand is Make Up Forever. It is love....And speaking of love.
If only someone would return this to the Tuscaloosa Public Library, my life would be better.
This color green is the reason I wake up some mornings. Not to mention the cut and the fact that these boots are obviously a gift from the Lord.
The pictures here make me long, hopefully. And they are the happy.
The above-pictured wardrobe told me that it wants to live in my new house. I want to make this piece of furniture's dreams come true.
Loving this book, almost finished. And super-pumped because these two:
Will be starring as Julia (Child) and Julie (Powell), respectively in the the upcoming movie. My capacity to adore Amy Adams knows few bounds. Was a bit underwhelmed by the indie Junebug, but Miss Pettigrew lives for a Day is just what the reviews said, "A delightful champagne cocktail of a movie." And we all know how I love the bubbly....But not nearly as much as I love these two:
AKA The Greatest Niece and Nephew in Existence. Author's Note: Yes, those bows are as big as they appear. No, neither his eyes nor his hair have been photoshopped. They make me the happiest. Happier than the Bene Tint or the lovely French films or the fabulous green dress. They are pretty much my happy place, especially when she gives me snotty kisses or he grabs both my cheeks with doughnut hands to make sure I "look a' me" for some very important Mimi/Jack-Jack exchange.
...so I'm vegging on the couch with homemade spaghetti and mediocre television. Oh Idol, why can't I quit you? (Answer: Because you give me Osmonds and single moms named Megan who sing like Zooey Deschanel. Whom I love in all forms. She's funny as all get out in Failure to Launch. I covet her general style. And she's quirky. Love. Love. Love.) *runs off to download She&Him, Volume One.*
Watching Juno, I continue to be freaked out by the fact that Claudia Jean Cregg is a suburban nail technician housewife of Verne Schillinger. The absurdity of this can only be appreciated by someone who watched both The West Wing and OZ. Which is probably, me and Sally......and that's it. But the irony of the democratic White House Chief of Staff being the wife of the leader of the Oswald State Peniteniary's aryan gang is nothing if not hilarious. Especially when it's underscored by the bouncy lyrics of "I like boys with strong convictions and convicts with perfect diction." Not to mention "And I've never met a Toby that I didn't like." Which is beyond funny on both counts. Just me then? Ooooookay.
In the interest of spreading the wealth/love/good juju, see below things I'm loving, reading, generally coveting.
From the wonderland of Sephora:
Liquid stain that makes 'those' days a thing of the past. Lips/cheeks. This does it all....and well.
The most fantabulous concealer set in the history of every. Lasts ALL day, no joke. The green covers up red. You can also get a purpl-y one that......does something equally fantastic, I'm sure. The brand is Make Up Forever. It is love....And speaking of love.
If only someone would return this to the Tuscaloosa Public Library, my life would be better.
This color green is the reason I wake up some mornings. Not to mention the cut and the fact that these boots are obviously a gift from the Lord.
The pictures here make me long, hopefully. And they are the happy.
The above-pictured wardrobe told me that it wants to live in my new house. I want to make this piece of furniture's dreams come true.
Loving this book, almost finished. And super-pumped because these two:
Will be starring as Julia (Child) and Julie (Powell), respectively in the the upcoming movie. My capacity to adore Amy Adams knows few bounds. Was a bit underwhelmed by the indie Junebug, but Miss Pettigrew lives for a Day is just what the reviews said, "A delightful champagne cocktail of a movie." And we all know how I love the bubbly....But not nearly as much as I love these two:
AKA The Greatest Niece and Nephew in Existence. Author's Note: Yes, those bows are as big as they appear. No, neither his eyes nor his hair have been photoshopped. They make me the happiest. Happier than the Bene Tint or the lovely French films or the fabulous green dress. They are pretty much my happy place, especially when she gives me snotty kisses or he grabs both my cheeks with doughnut hands to make sure I "look a' me" for some very important Mimi/Jack-Jack exchange.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Happy Tuesday!
I'm off to my Messy Spirituality Bible study--I know, I know. My church is the bee's knees....--but I wanted to share this, because it was just too dern cute to overlook.
How A...wait for it....dorable is THAT?! There's a whole blog of adorableness waiting in the wings. I just need to get its costume adjusted slightly before the overture begins.....Toodles, lovelies!
How A...wait for it....dorable is THAT?! There's a whole blog of adorableness waiting in the wings. I just need to get its costume adjusted slightly before the overture begins.....Toodles, lovelies!
Monday, January 26, 2009
*tsk*tsk*tsk*
Okay, so I know I haven't written anything in eons. I know the 3 people who are reading this--whom I talk to on a regular basis, anyway--are....well, not disappointed at all. My blogging negligence can be summed up, thusly: The parentals moved houses the week of Christmas, turning my holidays into a sea of boxes, missed DirecTV appointments, hot plates, and well, no internet. I certainly managed to run up the cell bill checking my e-mail from my phone. *snatch* But actually sitting down to think out something witty or informative was not on the To Do, 'kay?
I think you'll survive.
Anywhoozle, spent my birthday weekend watching Alabama get the crap kicked out of them by Utah (!) A month later and I'm still not over that one. But said weekend was spent here:
So, not a total loss. It was my first trip, a Bourbon Street Virgin (ooohh, Bourbon St. Virgins? That's a good name for an all-girl punk band). Courtesy of the greatest sister ever.
Ate gumbo, laughed at drunks, shopped, saw old friends, wondered why I'd never been before, laughed at more drunks, watched a "football" game, ate beignets, and drove home.
Spent the big 2-5 with the fam, eating cheesecake and watching nonsense on the telly. This wasn't the plan for the evening, per se; but I've learned (thank you, E. Gilbert) that you have to make your own happiness, because sometimes people don't do what you want.....le sigh.
(And a story for another time and place.)
Received mad cash, THE cutest wipe-off board and an original piece by Jack-Jack from the Family, Jr.....think early Pollack meets Martha Stewart.
Getting back into the swing of work, finally. Planning a sweet ass panty party for my fave bride-to-be. And after having been told by several folks A) that I should be a party planner and B) that the nothing little things I've painted should be mass-marketed; I'm not fully off the idea of dropping it all and becoming a freelance......something. I've got the several book ideas, just need to strong-arm some artsy friend to illustrate. Need someone to throw together a schnazzy soiree? Gimme a ring, I guess. Never one to take a compliment well, these things always seem to throw me off kilter a bit. But, there you go.
It's weird when you hear something that surprises you utterly, something you weren't expecting. And how it's many facets changes your perception of so very many things. Inquire inside for more details.
Wow. That was....verbose. Even for me. And I've even recently been reminded of my tendency towards wordiness. Old dog? Meet New Trick. Have blog poised for publication, in which I enlighten you to all the things I've discovered/read/coveted over the past month. But you'll have to wait til the morrow, as this little chicken is in need of Rare Mimosa bubble bath and the last few chapters of P&P--yes, I'm rereading it for the zillionth time. Maybe this will be the time Darcy actually does leap, brooding from the pages and into my real life.....
You're right.....probably not.
I think you'll survive.
Anywhoozle, spent my birthday weekend watching Alabama get the crap kicked out of them by Utah (!) A month later and I'm still not over that one. But said weekend was spent here:
So, not a total loss. It was my first trip, a Bourbon Street Virgin (ooohh, Bourbon St. Virgins? That's a good name for an all-girl punk band). Courtesy of the greatest sister ever.
Ate gumbo, laughed at drunks, shopped, saw old friends, wondered why I'd never been before, laughed at more drunks, watched a "football" game, ate beignets, and drove home.
Spent the big 2-5 with the fam, eating cheesecake and watching nonsense on the telly. This wasn't the plan for the evening, per se; but I've learned (thank you, E. Gilbert) that you have to make your own happiness, because sometimes people don't do what you want.....le sigh.
(And a story for another time and place.)
Received mad cash, THE cutest wipe-off board and an original piece by Jack-Jack from the Family, Jr.....think early Pollack meets Martha Stewart.
Getting back into the swing of work, finally. Planning a sweet ass panty party for my fave bride-to-be. And after having been told by several folks A) that I should be a party planner and B) that the nothing little things I've painted should be mass-marketed; I'm not fully off the idea of dropping it all and becoming a freelance......something. I've got the several book ideas, just need to strong-arm some artsy friend to illustrate. Need someone to throw together a schnazzy soiree? Gimme a ring, I guess. Never one to take a compliment well, these things always seem to throw me off kilter a bit. But, there you go.
It's weird when you hear something that surprises you utterly, something you weren't expecting. And how it's many facets changes your perception of so very many things. Inquire inside for more details.
Wow. That was....verbose. Even for me. And I've even recently been reminded of my tendency towards wordiness. Old dog? Meet New Trick. Have blog poised for publication, in which I enlighten you to all the things I've discovered/read/coveted over the past month. But you'll have to wait til the morrow, as this little chicken is in need of Rare Mimosa bubble bath and the last few chapters of P&P--yes, I'm rereading it for the zillionth time. Maybe this will be the time Darcy actually does leap, brooding from the pages and into my real life.....
You're right.....probably not.
Monday, Monday. So good to me...
Because the weekend's over and we all need a little happy. A hi...wait for it...larious British commercial for Cadbury Dairy Milk. Sals, this beats the McNuggets one...
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