Goodbye, August

Farewell, Summer. On to September and maybe, a few more weeks of warmth and glow.

Woodsmoke and crunch.

Halloween and Thanksgving.

Snowblowing, Winter and Christmas...

A New Year and the day of my Solar Return(when the moon is in the seventh house)

Spring blossoms and a brand new four year old.

Memorial Day. Don't cry.

Hey, it's already Summer again.

Stuff

Being the procrastinator that I am, I finally got around to ordering a few necessities for Snowflake and his first voyage into *academia*. I really wanted to get him a randosero. I had no idea they were so freaking expensive. The most inexpensive one I could find was a synthetic model available from Modern Seed for $169. It's quite cute, but there is no way in hell I'm paying that kind of ching for plastique.

So what did I get him?

I got him this:

Pretty sweet. I was so tempted to get The Scurvy Pirate model, but I thought this was perfect for my little monkey who just adores Curious G.

I knew the day would come when I'd have to pack him a lunch. For the amount you pay at Montessori, everyone still has to bring their own lunch. I remember months ago, J brought my attention to the very cool Bento Lunch Boxes via Vegan Lunch Box. I ordered one up and I think it will motivate me to provide artistical, whimisical lunches for Hellboy.

But of-fricking-course, I waited until yesterday to order all of this fabulosity. I'm sure it won't be here until next Tuesday. Damn. I was able to find something similar to the Bento Box at a local Tupperware store(called a "Lunch'n Things"). It will have to do until the coolest arrives. He also needed a pair of slippers for indoor use. I took an old pair of Robeez last night. They were kind of skanked out so, I stopped at Nicole's and they had this pair of Robeez in Snowflake's size that I've had my eye on. They are black soled Union Jacks for the rebel in him. You can't find them anywhere because they don't even make them anymore. This is the only picture I could find and look out, it's craptastic.

Rock on, Snowflake.

School, Books & Love

Tonight Snowflake and I went to the Montessori School he will be starting next Tuesday. I'm so happy because he really dug being there for a visit and I loved the vibe. The teachers are so lovely and they're doing such wonderful things this year. There was a parent meeting while the kids played in another room, and I have to say, I felt quite verklempt at certain points... when they said they'd be taking the city bus to the library every other week, making a scrapbook of their year, going to the apple orchard at the end of next month etc.

At the end of the meeting and open house, we grabbed the 'mail' that was in each child's cubby. Along with some notes and a snack calendar, there was the Scholastic Book Order for September. I just finished looking through it and I started to cry. This was always one of my favorite things as a kid. My parents let me order all the books I wanted. Big Sigh I'm not a kid anymore. We will look through this together and I will try to remember that I am a mother now and time goes by way too fast. I can feel a giant lump of love heaving and throbbing in my chest for that little boy. It's overwhelming me right now.

(Snowflake! Quick! Do something naughty!)

Mmmmm....Limey

I was really psyched to hear that the English behemoth Tesco, was coming to America. Wal-Mart is quaking in their boots, rightfully so. Run for the hills, fuckers.

I love Tesco. Walk into a Tesco in London and smell REAL french bread dough FROM FRANCE, baking in the bakery. Another big fave for me was Tesco's bagged refrigerated soups, especially their Tomato Bisque. YUM! They also have the most fabulous shower gels. I can only hope they incorporate a few of these things here. But what would be really superb, is a ginormous selection of Cadbury products at the holidays...cookies, cakes and chocolates. I can dream.

Does dreaming keep us young? I don't know. According to Joan Collins, sex and lots of it, is the key to eternal youthfulness. She says you should have it as much as you can. A'ight. I'm all for that. It's amazing I haven't dried up and cracked into a million tiny pieces. WTF. What I really need to do is find myself a brand new lover...

S.O.S.

High winds. No power since 4PM. It's dark. Send wine.

Lunch

Vintage '87

Everyone was hanging around at NWO's place and I proposed the idea of posting our Senior Portraits. It's a lot of work digging these old ghosts out for everyone. Since Snowflake is taking a break from destroying my life sleeping, I thought I'd carpe diem. I'm warnin' y'all *right now* that if anyone says I look better now, I will personally come and find you and, and, and, I don't know, buy you coffee? I dare you to join in this fun little reminiscence.xo


Poster girl for Outback Red.

Wanna Sleep Over? (Boudoir Redux)

Black walls, blond floors(I still miss them).


No black lights, Jimmy.






I have added a string of white lights around the bed area
and some awesome copper crushed silk drapes with chocolate shears tied w/ a funky green sequined trim since this was taken.


Handmade by me in Portland, OR circa 1992.

I Like to Watch

I Think I Wanna Slap Myself

Snowflake and I have been having some issues lately, mostly whacking and sassing. I am so tired of being the stern bitchmaster, I could puke. Where is the fun? Everyday is a new day, kids. EVERYDAY. With that in my heart I sprung out of bed this morning and after delivering Hellboy to Little Explorers, I worked out.

After I finished my Nautilus, I was on the eliptical and "One Flew Over the Cuckcoo's Nest" was on one of the sets. I saw dear old Mr. Cheswick, the man I named The Chidler after. He is "Charleston the Puck of Cheswick." They are all so young, so young. Nurse Ratchett is dare I say, beautiful. THat doesn't change how much I hate her. Die Nurse Ractchett, DIE! Killjoy.

I felt pretty low, even after three miles and 400 calories. I spoke with my mom and she told me that one of the guys that works for us didn't come in today. Last year he and his wife adopted a baby boy. She is now experiencing extreme kidney failure(this is her third kidney and they will not give her another). Things look very, very, bad.

He left a message on the machine at work in tears.

All of the stuff I bemoan and bitch about isn't so fucking bad after all. Let me just get over myself today. Jesus.

Bernard Allison

Bernard Allison

You Make Me Feel (Like a Natural Man)

Few things make me feel more empowered and ballsy than a night with the *Chill*(pathetic, I know) or my beloved Snowblower(yes, it deserves a capital S). This morning I felt total penis empowerment by purchasing a 750 GB Firewire external hard drive for my Mac at 'werk'. I feel free. FREE! Suck on that, just suck it.

It's 2AM( I Must Be Lonely)

Check out the look on the face of the chick in the striped shirt. I don't know why she swallowed that fly...



Let's move on, shall we? I was thinking if I heeded Jill's advice(which I seem more inclined to do these days with the loss of my job looming over my head like the dank-ass weather we've been having), I could easily become a total Chinaski.

And speaking of 'becoming' more Polish than I already am, I think that I am in no way qualified to use the term *yo*. I'm just not cool enough. On the other hand, if you reverse that *yo* and make it a *oy!* then I am totally down with it.

"Here's to my friends..."

MsMamma, Lately

Because you haven't seen me lately. Did you miss me? This is me on Saturday night, completely cranked up on the Miller Chill after the Big Bull Falls Blues Fest. The adorable scruff in the photo with me is someone they call "sido" or "sea-dough" or it could be "see-doe". I honestly don't know. Look at how gummy I am. What I really dig though, is his funky sexy leather watchband(strap me down) and the way my eyes match his t-shirt. My eyes are THAT green because of all the Chill, yo.

Is It So Wrong...

to add wet washed laundry to the dry load in the dryer just because you're not in the mood to fold the dry stuff at that moment? Is it so wrong to do this until the dryer is stuffed to full capacity and you're finally forced to fold? Sometimes I'll dry those clothes for hours until they're as dry and surprisingly wrinkley crackled as the floor of Death Valley.

Sometimes it just feels right.

Bill

A guy walks into the office:

Me: Hi Can I help you?

Him: Yeah, I'm looking for you.

Me: Do I know you?

Him: I know you.

Me: *a flicker of times past rushed through my head* Bill?

Him: Good to see you, Heidi.

It was so amazing to see my old high school friend after 20 years. He looked great. Not only were we newbies at a new strange school, we were in the same Home Room. We loved the bond we had and even went to our Junior Prom together. I remember I had Chicken Kiev and bit into a big funky hunky piece of mysteriosness. He ate my entree for me. I mean, hell, he was paying for it.

I always wondered if I would see him again. He brought his lovely wife and two year old daughter. They have twin boys on the way in November. I'm so happy for them. I'm glad my old friend thought of me. It makes me think of...

Some day, when I'm awfully low,
When the world is cold,
I will feel a glow just thinking of you...
And the way you look tonight

Thank you, my friend.

I'm a Little Queen

You get to live the life depicted on any album cover from the 70's. Who is it and why? Even though I was never a fan of Heart, I'm going all Gypsy and choosing "Little Queen." I can totally see myself as the lusty, bewitching bohemian. The crazy and clever traveling minstrels live free. I used to stare at that cover for hours. What does it all mean, mamma? Can I tell you how much I hate the song "All I Wanna Do Is Make Love to You"?

Snowflake is the only little dude


Who would go for *hair* in his cake.

*Wheat Free Angel Food Cake my mother made for my granny's 93rd birthday.