If I tried with all my heart, there’s no way I could love Janelle Monae more than I already do. It’s unnatural. The video for the Tightrope Wondamix could use a little more fancy footwork . . but Janelle’s verse more than makes up for the lack of her saddle shoe funkiness.
I wasn’t going to post again this morning (Lord knows a month hasn’t passed yet since my last post!. This morning’s Writer’s Almanac forced my hand. Here are the last two stanzas of Lies My Mother Told Me, by Elizabeth Thomas.
It is bad luck to kill a moth. Moths are
the souls of our ancestors and it just
might be Papa paying a visit.
If you kiss a boy on the mouth
your lips will stick together
and he’ll use the opportunity
to suck out your brains.
If you ever lie to me
God will know
and rat you out.
Trust me —
you don’t want that
It’s Road Trip Weekend! Chris and I are hitting the open road tomorrow morning. We’ll be staying in Tupelo tomorrow night, Atlanta Saturday and Birmingham on Sunday. It’s the Carter Family Deep South Tour ‘09! If you need us, we’ll be on Highway 78, rockin’to the Carolina Chocolate Drops while drinking Peach Nehi till our teeth rot out. Here’s hoping we’ll have time to stop off at The World’s Largest Office Chair!
The ultimate goal of our road trip will be to arrive, safe and sound, at The Not Wedding in Atlanta, Georgia on Sunday night. There I will be hocking my buttony wares & doing my best to convince the gathered brides that bartering cash for buttons is the way to go in these tough economic times. I don’t know if you’ve read The Economist lately but “Purchasing 1 Inch Buttons” is right between “Grow your own Victory Garden” and “Put All Your Money in a Mattress” in their list of ways to ride out the recession. My dads favorite tip, “Shut the Refrigerator Door,” is a distant fourth.
When I get back from Atlanta I might have time for things other than button making… like blogging… and also doing the dishes.
I hate to be all “Poor little Insured Girl” while the self-employed of the world play a Shostakovich concerto on teeny tiny violins… but MAN, no one told me that health insurance would be such a gigantically painful hassle! I would almost prefer to sit for hours on end at a public health clinic. Sure snotty kids got their sticky sick fingers all over me… and the screaming… ohgodthescreaming… but I’d pay my 15 bucks, and as soon as I stepped out the door I could begin forgetting the whole awful experience.
Having health insurance is like a PTSD flashback of hassle. Three months after my initial visit with my internist, the claim rejection letters start rolling in. Then the phone calls… and the hours of hold time with customer care. After spending 47 years of my life that I’ll never get back, it all turned out to be a simple misunderstanding. My doctor’s office had erroneously attached me to my husband’s policy . . . also Pacificare thought I was a man.
“Not a big deal,” said Ms. Customer Care. “At least not till you try filing a claim at a gynecologist, or try to receive prenatal care.” Just the same, I’d kind of like my pharmacist to stop looking at me funny.
When it’s all said and done, Pacificare . . . I love you baby. I didn’t mean to say all those hateful things about you. I really love how, out of all my prescriptions, it was the $450 2oz bottle of lotion that you decided to cover instead of all those cheap generics… and I love you for that. Don’t ever go.
Guess what I did this weekend? Recovered my dining room chairs!
We picked them up at a thrift store about 6 months ago with every intention of recovering them nigh immediately… but, as my kindergarten progress report noted, I work at my own pace.
I’m not blame throwing or anything here, but things move a lot more slowly since Chris is just as opinionated as I am about Every. Single. Thing. WEEKS were spent going back and forth on the font for our wedding invitations, and each step taken in the house is even more of a struggle. FINALLY we agreed on a fabric and I think they look pret-ty good, if I do say so myself. If you’re interested, the winning fabric was Etsuko Furuya’s Echino – Bird and Flower in khaki.
So yes, chairs recovered. I no longer have to awkwardly explain the weird, faded out pastel jungle tapestry that we replaced. Maybe next year the chairs will even be refinished!
I have just a bit of a problem when it comes to Craigslist. I may only find something I need once every six months, but I promise it’s not for lack of trying. It’s just not a successful day unless I’ve checked the furniture section at least three times (and also Missed Connections… I’ve never claimed to be classy). So now you know I’m a little bit of a craigslist expert who’s seen many things in my day, and you can believe me when I say that it is rare to find something as fantastically ROCK HARD AWESOME as what I am about to show you now.
What is it, you say? Is it a fireplace? Is it a totally rad home stereo system? It is both! This beauty features an 8 track player, turntable, electric lighted log, AND a rotating wine rack. Giggity giggity.