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don't call what you're wearin an outfit

in honor of "day in the life of one girl" and all her cute, creative outfits - here is what i wear on a daily basis during the winter. 30 year old hoodies, 10 year old sweatpants. usually for 2 days at a time. and usually matching the banner of this website.

i feel clammed up about things to post here lately, so instead i'll direct your attention to other sites i find fun to visit.

betsylife has good recipes and upbeat musings from sun diego. also cute dogs.

the bugg blog has dramatic heartfelt posts about local asheville bloggers and politicos. also cute dogs.

the blue blog has descriptive and insightful posts about friends on a journey adventure from santa barbara to find their place in the pacific northwest. i am living vicariously through tyler's words as i also entertain the notion of moving to portland, seattle, and bellingham during some future era of my life. 

hyperbole and a half is completely freakin hilarious. that's not hyperbolic. 

here's a link to the drive-by truckers song "outfit" - link

You want to grow up to paint houses like me, a trailer in my yard till you're 23
You want to be old after 42 years, keep dropping the hammer and grinding the gears


Well, I used to go out in a Mustang, a 302 Mach One in green.
Me and your Mama made you in the back and I sold it to buy her a ring.
And I learned not to say much of nothing and I figured you already know
but in case you don’t or maybe forgot, I’ll lay it out real nice and slow


Don’t call what your wearing an outfit. Don’t ever say your car is broke.
Don’t worry about losing your accent, a Southern Man tells better jokes.
Have fun but stay clear of the needle. Call home on your sister’s birthday.
Don’t tell them you’re bigger than Jesus, don’t give it away.


Six months in a St. Florian foundry, they call it Industrial Park.
Then hospital maintenance and Tech School just to memorize Frigidaire parts.
But I got to missing your Mama and I got to missing you too.
So I went back to painting for my old man and I guess that’s what I’ll always do


So don’t try to change who you are boy, and don’t try to be who you ain’t.
And don’t let me catch you in Kendale with a bucket of wealthy-man’s paint.


Don’t call what your wearing an outfit. Don’t ever say your car is broke.
Don’t sing with a fake British accent. Don’t act like your family’s a joke.
Have fun, but stay clear of the needle, call home on your sister’s birthday.
Don’t tell them you’re bigger than Jesus, Don’t give it away.


Don’t give it away

chub rolls

miracle cure for all that ails you.

ooey gooey roots of jealousy

i want you to love
me and only me
forever and today
and forever
only me

humping for joy

eyebrow whiskers

all natural, no mascara.

for that baby seal effect.

farmers market car trunk nap with dalmation puppychild

clowny overbite

nacho and eli got great reviews at their annual checkup this week. eli needs to go on a diet - he's gained 10 lbs in the past year. nacho started antihistamines to see if it will make him less itchy, and his skin less pink. he was scratching like crazy this summer and i never found any fleas on him, i think it was the mosquitoes but i'm not sure. we'll see if the antihistamines help.

morning has broken

my friend michelle had a perfect baby girl this morning. this makes 4 baby girls born to good friends of mine in the past 2 weeks. last january must've been extra cold. found out 3 more friends are with child this week. it's nonstop procreation around here!

i am so happy for all of them, but now more than ever i feel this way.

what a weekend

went down to charleston friday for the phish show.

had ridiculously good lunch at hometown bbq and then walked on the beach before the show.

met some friends & had a blast in the coliseum. it was packed and the crowd is like performance art - jumping in sync with the light show in sync with the band.

went to clemson last night & saw bob dylan for the first time from 15 yards away. 3rd row dead fuckin center. he's still got it.

also HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAD! 

backgammon

i remember 'playing' backgammon in the 70's-80's when i was less than 7 years old.

i haven't played since, but my interest has been revived in the last month and i must say i enjoy playing this game.

if you 'put me in jail' and send one of my chips to the center bar when you could have moved other chips in other equally good ways, i may take it personally and not speak to you the rest of the game and for some time thereafter.

runs like nitwit

nacho's indian name.

he hops and gallops. nothing smooth about the gait. like a polar bunny.