Happy Easter to everyone! It's a sunny day here in Kansas, but that's due to change in a day with some of that dreaded cold white stuff called snow. BOOOOOOOOOOOO! But hey, today is beautiful. We'll take it.
I really do wish you the best. Safe travels and good times with your family and friends!
Here's one of my favorite movie scenes ever. It has nothing to do with Easter, but whatever, haha. Enjoy!
Sunday, March 31, 2013
Tuesday, March 19, 2013
The Sludge of March
Where have I been? Do I exist? Did aliens capture me while I was driving home from a late-night shopping trip at the local IGA, then lay me across a make-shift temple in the middle of Ohio? No. At least, not that I know of. What I do know is I am writing a lot, and I am kind of crazy and, oh yeah, also I am a horrible blogger. Wish I cold blame aliens on that . . .
Coco the kitty is staring at my blogger document right now. If only she could write blogs, she'd have a lot to tell you. The way she pretends a twisted up pipe cleaner is a mouse, the way she walks through the hall in the morning, crying, crying, until I call her in and she runs to me, jumps up on the computer desk and sits right on top of the keyboard. She's my lucky Coco kitty. The official fluffmeister of the feline kingdom. How I love my Coco.
It's going to snow again. What's up with that? For awhile there I thought God was trying to kill us with snowflakes. It just kept coming and coming. You couldn't even see the neighbor's jacked-up fence, or hear the sound of a their dogs barking before making their daily escape under the fence so they can run around the neighborhood wrecking things.
Gee, I sure wish spring would get here so I could go outside and tell Mother Nature what I really think. Let's face it, she doesn't care. No one cares. It's just going to snow and snow and then fall will get here and we'll say, what happened to summer? And Mother Nature's out there somewhere in a silk dress smoking a cigar and she's got Man Ray painting her toenails. Someone buy her a drink.
By the way, have you guys ever heard of cabin fever?
Also, anyone want to give me an elaborate description of Paris, 1980-ish? Mostly the art scene: what and where everyone was living, talking about, eating, doing?
And I hope you are fine. And thank you for stopping by!
Coco the kitty is staring at my blogger document right now. If only she could write blogs, she'd have a lot to tell you. The way she pretends a twisted up pipe cleaner is a mouse, the way she walks through the hall in the morning, crying, crying, until I call her in and she runs to me, jumps up on the computer desk and sits right on top of the keyboard. She's my lucky Coco kitty. The official fluffmeister of the feline kingdom. How I love my Coco.
Coco, editing a document
It's going to snow again. What's up with that? For awhile there I thought God was trying to kill us with snowflakes. It just kept coming and coming. You couldn't even see the neighbor's jacked-up fence, or hear the sound of a their dogs barking before making their daily escape under the fence so they can run around the neighborhood wrecking things.
Gee, I sure wish spring would get here so I could go outside and tell Mother Nature what I really think. Let's face it, she doesn't care. No one cares. It's just going to snow and snow and then fall will get here and we'll say, what happened to summer? And Mother Nature's out there somewhere in a silk dress smoking a cigar and she's got Man Ray painting her toenails. Someone buy her a drink.
By the way, have you guys ever heard of cabin fever?
Also, anyone want to give me an elaborate description of Paris, 1980-ish? Mostly the art scene: what and where everyone was living, talking about, eating, doing?
And I hope you are fine. And thank you for stopping by!
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