Gorillabuns

wheels

 

This new song from my favorite band - EVER!- pretty much sums up my state of mind these days and well as the state of my left rear tire in which I have to refill the mother-of-pearl thing every other day.

Damn those wheels of life and uncooperative vehicles.

some may be waiting with baited breath

to see if I have died or at the very least to hear if anything profound, mundane, a nervous breakdown has insued or something just plain boring has to be said as of late.

Sadly, I do not have anything to say. I bore myself ever-so-much so, I can only imagine what you would see if you saw my daily existence. 

*yawn*

I'm sleeping as I write this entry...

Well, unless you want to discuss my crazy-assed telepathic discussion with an eight-month-old babe in his stroller this afternoon. I swear he was trying to get my attention to tell me something PROFOUND but unfortunately, the crappy-assed bass of canned techno-'shiate' music at "Old Navy", drowned out the discrete message. 'Lost in Translation' some would say..... Instead, I smiled and cooed with the carrot-stained urchin and asked, well, whispered, if he knew Thalon.

"and the wind cries, Thalon..."

Guess what his response was? A smile. His mother's? A quick trip to the bathroom.

I then ran for cover because I guess I never knew I was a creepy sort of gal...

Though he was probably farting in response to my existential question - he freaked my shit out! and his mother's as well.

I truly hope my cousin's son loves his new outfits because if not, I'll take them back and sleep, roll and rub on them as my own child's would-have-been business.

Really, I'm healthy. I SWEAR! Well.... sorta.... No worries.

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The Man, The Myth, The Legend.... shaved the 'stache. Only to leave a 'flavor savor', or 'landing patch' if you will. Complete with a four-day-old mount of stubble added to today's mix. I believe this newest development is due to his impending trip next week to hike the Appalachian Mountains with a friend. Actually, I'm praying they both totally peter out and hang out at his friend's apartment. Smoking pot, talking about the good old days while reminiscing about old loves instead of being mauled by potential scary black bears and Sasquatches. Lord knows I don't need another tragedy this year..... I can TOTALLY can handle 'Grizzly Adams' and a hung-over spouse in lieu of drama/trauma.

Though, I do have to say, my favorite all-time comment from my last post would be someone else's spouse sporting a "dick-head cop 'stache." Sorry my friend. Having to suffer this disease is pretty fierce..... Sadly, I would grow my own 'stache or bush if I were a hairy being but unfortunately, I don't know where my kids get there hairy back hair from because both Rich and I are like hairless cats. We don't have much of this business going on in our lives. Aren't we lucky? Yep, that's about all we have going for us. and yes, this last statement was way too much TMI! for even me...

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I'm on the prowl to find the perfect set of jeans for my six-year-old. Do they make a size kid's 8 or 10 in Applebottom's pre-teenage jeans? Because I do believe my beautiful little sire has need of some 'ample' jeanage in the buttage area. Just like her mama.

Never mind that most of those words aren't found in the English dictionary because I do believe they should be there.

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I/my husband/we are listening to an old "The Editors" CD right now. I'm know I'm/we are so old-school but DAMN... this CD is so good and well, it brings me almost back to the day when all was fun, carefree and not-so full of tragedy. I swear EVERY tract could be a Soundtrack to my or my husband's daily existence. Yes, we are quite sad if we can put music to our flip-flopped or mud-booted trudged steps to something so mundane. Let us not discuss the fact we are are listening to a CD. At least we aren't listening to vinyl records, circa 1988. (Don't make me bring out my collection to torture you with!) All we have to say is "Fuck you! MP 3's!" Only because we don't own such a thing, so sue me. 

We are so our parents, aren't we? 

Are we the only one's who can find relation, acceptance and relevance to music for our every day lives through FULL soundtracks? PLEASE tell me we aren't the only ones.  

So, tell me. Do you have a "Soundtrack" of your life? Please say you do. Make your answers meaningful....because you know you are being graded.

Aren't we all?

elbow

Well, if you are expecting some spectacular update about my burgeoning girth - wait in line. It seems  I'm a complete dumb-ass and showed up to my OB appointment early. Something like four days early. I SWEAR they told me today. I don't just make up random appointments out of thin air.  Hell, it's hard enough to wake up early and perform extra special grooming practices on my lazy self. Now, I have to perform this ritual all over again on Tuesday. Yea me!

So, until next Tuesday. Though, I will be sweet and share with you my new favorite song/group of the moment - Elbow.  If it weren't for my sweet and thoughtful friends, Susan and Kim, I would be stuck listening to fifteen year old Cd's. Thanks guys for keeping me in the "know."

">elbow - The bones of you

dreamer, you're nothing but a dreamer

">this is the only guy

alive and breathing in the free world, my husband would give me a free-pass to have an affair with. as if it were possible and well, he had a sick fetish for large and in charge girls.

oh, right, i forgot...there IS also that big elephant standing in the middle of the room of a "problem" - marriages and kids.

rain, rain go away

a deluge of rain is currently falling from the angry gods of the clouds and sky.

our backyard is flooding, again.

as we sit in our living room building an ark out of leftover flooring remnants, we are mellowing out and listening to a smooth and cool collection of rainy day music.

old school.

**cocteau twin - blue bell knoll - this cd reminds me of the early years when rich and i were dating in college. we would recline on his bed in his garage apartment (a literal garage) while listening to the hum of the air conditioning unit over our heads. the music would fill the midnight air while we contemplated his impending summer alaskan fishing trip. a summer we were going to be apart. the restlessness of our differing opinions on his adventure intermingled with the voices bemoaning life.

**the juliana hatfield three - become what you are - another cd that reminds me of rich and our dating years but during happier times. can any one point out my favorite song from this cd that just so happened to be included in the reality bites movie? a movie that was sooooooooo my life at the time. you know, exchanging cash from friends for texaco credit card charged beer in order to eat taco bell for dinner. tell me i wasn't the only one doing this.....

**coldplay - parachutes - the best cd by this band - way before they became mainstream. this cd reminds me of  whoorl and a particular evening full of boring her to death with pictures of me from 9th grade, bottles of wine and discussing the god-like status and mutual love for jeff buckley. way before kids - back when we had free time to do such frivolous activities. 

**death cab for cutie - plans - okay, so this isn't quite old school but it will be one day - at least for me. my favorite song? soul meets body.

**eddie bauer - down time - doesn't it just sound so cheesy? circa 2001, a compilation of awesome songs during a comfy clothing shopping spree.

including:

morcheeba - song, blindfold

marvin gaye - inner city blues (make me wanna holler)

shuggie otis - inspiration/information

luscious jackson - life of leisure (whatever happened to this group?)

sam phillips - i need love (i didn't know she used to do christian music.)

just to name a few of the songs.

in a few weeks, when we have 3.2 hours sans rain, i just might have to compile a happy, sunshiny music list.

old school.