holiday
mom & dad
I'm not sure what it is about it, but I love this picture of my mom and dad. 1974. The year they became parents for the first time. Back in the day. When shit was real. And my dad was really really hairy.I mean seriously, look at
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consumer
curious news...
The other day at the end of a post I stated that Mr. Kaos had called with some curious news...Curious news alright...While he was on his way home from Boston he got a voicemail asking if he would be available to go on another business trip...Another business
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the scent of stars...
At 17 I would lay by my open window at night or climb out onto the roof below and breathe the warm night air as the scent of Star Jasmine rose up to meet me. It was nights like those when I learned to keep track of my thoughts, my
babble
10 hours
I feel drunk. Positively drunk, though I haven't had a drop to drink since that margarita (okay several margaritas) the other day.Heady. Blissful. Billowy.Because last night I got what I needed. Needed oh so badly.10 hours of sleep.I went places baby, let me tell
babble
privileged whining
Okay I admit... that last post was a little poor me the super lucky urban mom...boo hoo...I'm a happily married woman.boo hoo...My husband had to leave town for 1 night.boo hoo...My schedule has been interrupted.Well yeah. Boo hoo. I am really
babble
lonely night take 2
Mr. Kaos is out of town.In theory... IF... everything continues according the the increasingly messed up schedule he will be home tonight. Well no, tomorrow morning. Early. ...IF the people he is meeting are able to keep the schedule they rearranged. after he flew there. across the country. for
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me and the meme factory
I’ve been tagged again, I know, like Oh. My. God. can you totally not believe it or something? But I have. This time by Jordan over at mamablogga. Tag taggity tag tag. 4 Life memeat least that's what I'm calling it.This is another one
babble
OH YEAH BABY! and other things I screamed yesterday...
Yesterday was a good day. or WOOOOOOOWHOOOOOOO! THIS FRICKEN ROCKS! Oh yeah baby. Oh yeah. Yesterday, as I said, was a good day. You see we live ridiculously close to one of the oldest amusement parks in the U S of A. Oaks Amusement Park. It isn't the
poetry
poetry sunday
October 8, 1997and drowsywishing for thathalf sleepI wait for what will cometo take me homeor take me awayas I knowthe two hoursI slumbered last nightin someone else's armswere not enoughand can never replacethe hours I could have spentwrapped in my sheetslike mythology in my own worldnever knowing who
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love letter, hate mail, same thing...
Tomorrow I'm giving you a poem to read. I haven't picked it yet. I'm not writing a new one. I've decided to choose one from my vast resources of old writings. From one of the binders, folders, books, shelves or the 1
babble
how to clean a kitchen...
I have a lot to do today.You can tell by the fact that I am sitting in bed wearing pants. Normally if I blog in bed I do so in my undies and a tank top because I know I have nowhere to hurry off to.So it is
babble
black books...
I have this black book... no no no, not a little black book, not a little black book full of booty calls and conquests, if one of those ever existed it would be long gone by now. I have this black book. It's big and covered in canvas