Hell Freezes Over

Once apon a time I was the day manager for ye olde Video Verns. I had the sweetest routine for my daily video store tasks, which were always accompanied by Nightmare Before Christmas, Waiting for Guffman, and Alice in Wonderland typically in that order. The entire morning up would be spent in solitude rewinding tapes, re-shelving tapes, popping / eating popcorn, and the occasional visit from my buddy Dave from next door while singing along to Red White and Blane over a slice of pizza from Little Caesars.

This was my routine every day except for Tuesdays. On Tuesday the bookkeeping lady (Kathy?) came in and because "Kathy" had "seniority" over me, she got to pick what we would watch that day. EVERY F@$*^(#iNG TIME she would select this pile of s#!% to watch on repeat until she was done with her shift:

So as I sit here at the coffee shop down the street from my house, listening to the poop bucket selection of songs they have playing over the intercom (including hits such as that "heroes have the right to dream" song and an acoustic version of  "ironic") I find I have reached a definitive turning point in my life. Not only did I post an Eagles video in my last blog entry, but when the Eagles "Lyin' Eyes" came on just now, I was totally digging it.

If 19-year-old me could see me now she would slap the shit out of me.


Ok, now they're playing an acoustic Natalie Merchant song - as if that's necessary.  I'm out of here.

Errrrrrings

I'm still mulling over the endless possibilities for the looming guitar strap pattern that will be used to adorn my half and half Jimi Hendrix guitar, but in the meantime I managed to finish my first pair of beaded earrings. Behold!

Look closely. Can you see the eagles in flight? If not, then sit through this...

A Tribute to Scrim and Scram

Yesterday I nearly lost my little Scrimp to a speeding truck outside the house. I won't go into the details, but a few inches difference and I might have wound up without her sleeping next to me on the balcony right now. I was so shaken, and still am at the moment. We also had a scare with Sam a few months back when he went missing for a day. Both experiences were emotionally jarring and brought major focus to how important these guys are to me. We are so lucky as humans to be graced with the presence of such soft, fluffy, loving little creatures who keep us company, and give us licks and loves without judgment or criticism (well, not from Sam at least.)

Here's to my kitties, and all the other pets on the planet.

Otter Pops or Nothin'

I have to take a moment to give props to the Jel Sert Company based out of Chicago IL. Not only did they buy the rights to Otter Pops in 1996, but they managed to keep the flavor, consistency and all the same awesome pop characters such as Louie-Bloo Raspberry, Little Orphan Orange and my favorite: Strawberry Short Kook.

I usually shop at Smith's due to it's close proximity to my house (would anyone shop there otherwise?) After raiding the freezer section of the three Smith's in my area, I was saddened to find that Otter Pops had been replaced by the shitty generic Icee Pops which I have been reluctantly choking down all summer long...

But yesterday I drove to a far away land called A Fresh market and the first thing I saw when I entered their hallowed sliding doors was a display case of boxes upon boxes of Otter Pops stacked higher than my head.

A little jaunt over to Wikipedia and I find that during the 2000s, Jel Sert modified the recipe for Otter Pops by adding more fruit juice. It is now relatively healthy compared to other sweet snacks; each one ounce serving has only three grams of sugar and fifteen calories. So I can eat these all day and not think twice about it. In your face Nabisco 100 Calorie Packs!!!

Summertime is here!

I totally just spent the last hour writing an apologetic yet witty post about how the longest winter in recent memory had drained any excess (ie blogging) energy and how I am coming out of it now. This was followed by a mildly amusing chunk about how I'm going to work on making a guitar strap with my new bead loom

Somehow this all vanished moments ago as I was about to close with a picture of the delicious meal my sweet bf cooked tonight.

!#@%$^&^%$#@!

While you're here, you might as well enjoy the latest joke from the Payne twins!!

I Wish I Had A Pot

My wish is granted.. i don't feel as affectionate about it as Fabian.

Help Momma Kathy Get Her Smile Back!

My dear, sweet momma Kathy has lost her smile. She has been the recipient of 5 crowns over the last eight years - each of which have been dealt a fate full of cracks, gaps and/or complete failure, leaving her with pearly whites that just don't bite. She can no longer look an apple in the eye (not to mention Big Hunks and numerous Del Taco menu items.) :(

When her latest crown started wiggling out of place, she thought she knew the routine: remove the crappy crown and replace it right? Wrong.

On her last trip to the dentist, she came to find out that the root of this tooth was fractured meaning that an implant plus a new crown are needed in order to avoid a missing tooth. Yowch! I've already said a mouthful.

I would gladly fork over the dough to pay for her new chompers, but it turns out oral surgery is NOT CHEAP ($2,500.00 for one tooth!) With no insurance, and a fixed income, she is left having to bite the bullet (MediCare does not cover dental!)

I am putting together this donation page for anyone who can "chip" in to help my momma get her smile back.

Any donations will be re-payed with a grateful, toothy grin from momma Kathy.

Click the link below if you have the means and the where with all.

XO