Did you know that I’m just a small town girl living in a lonely world?
And I’m going to see JOURNEY, baby!!!
Woooooooo!!!!! MULLET ROCK!!!!
I’m so stoked! Carissa and I are going together. It’s the only concert we could possibly both attend and enjoy. We are polar opposites when it comes to music. Much like Donnie and Marie, she’s a little bit country and I’m a little bit rock and roll.
Ok, she’s so country, she twangs when she walks. And I’m not really ‘rock and roll’, I’m more eclectic. I like exactly two country songs that are not sung by Miss Patsy Cline. But we both agree on Journey. After discussing this at lunch yesterday, over copious amounts of Garlic Cheese Biscuits at Red Lobster, we were both head-banging and making the ‘devil/rock and roll’ sign. I think the colorfully adorned waitstaff were afraid.
Actually, Carissa and I are complete polar opposites in everything but we’re very very good friends. It’s a mystery, really, how we get along so well.
Great, now I’ve got that Paula Abdul song where she was dancing with the cartoon cat stuck in my head.
Anywhoo, I ebayed some tickets and they’re about 30th row, but dead-on center. It’s a bummer that Steve Perry went psycho and won’t be touring with the group, but I’ve decided that the psuedo-Perry is acceptable.
We’re going to play Mullet Bingo at the concert. I must endeavor to create cards. I feel certain in the knowledge that we will be the youngest people at the concert. However, it saddens me when I realize that I’ve gone from REM to Journey in the short span of three years. I may have to hit Summerfest tonight. The Violent Femmes are playing and perhaps that will offset whatever chemical imbalance must be present in my mixed-up brain.
Maybe I can get the pseudo-Perry to sign my butt?
My mom came over a few weeks ago and got a bunch of empty gardening pots from our little potting shed (which goes unused, since I don’t actually garden, just like to purchase gardening stuff). Then a few days ago, she brought them back, filled with flowers!!! How cool is that? I love flowers and gardeny things, but I don’t like actually getting dirty and playing in the dirt. I never made mud-pies when I was a child. But she made me two hanging pots, a beautiful big pot with a climbing fuschia thingy for in between our garage doors, and then she put this darling little basket filled with pink impatients and spanish moss under our lilac tree. It looks as though a little girl was out picking flowers and left her basket sitting there. I love it. It’s so cool.
I called her right away and thanked her and she told me that she had plans for an empty flower pot that I had in our front yard (which used to contain the dead stuff from my one ditch effort at gardening LAST season). It’s so cool!
I realize that while my mother doesn’t feel comfortable showing her feelings with affection, she looks for other ways to make me feel loved. It just took me until my late twenties to figure that out. I’m totally thrilled with the stuff she’s done. It was so sweet.
I’m thinking about bribing her to put in some landscaping.
Earlier this week, I found some clearanced t-shirts for $7. I bought a lime green one, figuring that it would be perfect for layering under a vest or whatnot. I did not expect that I would actually be able to WEAR it as a single piece, thinking that at the price it would be either too short, too tight across the chest, or completely see-through.
Anyway, it wasn’t. It could actually stand on its own fashion-wise. Thus, I went back to the store and purchased two more (a red one and a powder pink one. They had purple but they didn’t have it in my size, so last night I went to a different store in the chain in search of the elusive purple. They were also out, but I still scored three more shirts. And there’s two more of these stores in the area for me to search.
I like the idea that I don’t have to think about what I’m wearing to work for an entire week.
I think that if you find something that works, buy a six-pack of them.
Well, we’re leaving for the Ren Faire today. Esteban and I are going with Kim V. and her husband Brian and also Joel and his lovely wife Cheri. I’m totally stoked.
However, it looks as though it’s going to be hot. Damn hot. I don’t want to be wilty Weetabix, so I’m anticipating only have the sexy Ren dress on for roughly 15 minutes. Then I’ll swap to shorts and a new $7 t-shirt.
As I’m not giving very good diary today, I thought I’d share some pictures that I had laying around my hard drive.
Here’s the original picture that I made my banner ad from’ cute little Abigail Grace. See those teeth? Auntie Weetabix is to blame for the fact that one of them is chipped now. Luckily we have this adorable picture so we can look back before she had teeth like a Reese monkey.
Here’s a picture of the very loud cat Chelsea.
Here’s a picture I snapped from my rental car window. It’s of the front of an inn in Key West called The Red Rooster. It cracked me up. Actually, any large plastic farm animal cracks me up (and if I ever get my web page back in shape, you can peruse my gallery of large plastic farm animals).
But this one cracks me up because I think that somewhere in Lower Florida, there must be a big plastic chicken missing a head.
This is another picture from Key West, taken in the middle of January in a parking lot overlooking the Atlantic ocean’.. A Key West snowman. It makes me giggle.
I’ll be back late Saturday night and will post pictures from the Ren fair somewhere, in case you’d like to see them. Or maybe on Sunday, depends on how tired I am.
Until the morrow, faire friends, anon. I bid you anon. And don’t stop believin’.
Have you Seen These?
2001-06-29 Journey to the center of Mulletdom
2001-06-28 Is you is or is you ain’t my Savior?
2001-06-27 Mattel introduces Slutty ‘Ho Barbie!
2001-06-26 More Fart humor at Casa Weetabix
2001-06-26 Poet-Collab: Tea Poem
2001-06-25 – SUBLIMINAL {new} MESSAGES {bra} REVEALED {needed}!!!
2001-06-25 – Monkey Bars 1, Small Child 0, Weetabix -342
