Don’t Mess With Texas … Get Rid Of It : NPR.
Ha! I laughed because I’m a “libnut.” Ohhh, remember the good ol’ days when they got to scream “Love it or Leave it!” to us?
Suck it, extremist douchebags. Your time of bending over and taking a joke has come.
So, the tentative plan is that Angie and I are going to try to share a storefront on Etsy. We haven’t worked out all of the details, but look forward to telling all your friends about Honeycakes – which is what we’ve decided to call our store.
It’s the name of a Chubby Bunny song written for Tawnya’s dad’s wedding and I think it has just enough adorableness to be appealing, but not make people puke.
Angie will most likely be selling her AMAZING handmade bags and if we’re lucky…her clothing designs and earrings as well.
I’ll be doing graphic design work (web stuff, print stuff, branding etc…) as well as selling some of my goofy original artwork. Yarrrrr!
kids don’t know shit – Islands
I was born (a unicorn) – The Unicorns
We are all made of stone – Dance Yourself to Death
Valerie Plame – The Decemberists
Handle With Care – Jenny Lewis & The Watson Twins
Carol Brown – Flight of the Conchords
The Transfiguration – Sufjan Stevens
Nothing to fear – White Shoes and the Couples Company
Shit, damn, motherfucker – D’Angelo
Up the Down Escalator – The Chameleons
A poem from my “poetry journal” in Jim Papworth’s class, 1995 -
Please don’t vomit, Gabriel
and don’t forget your hat
Albert will be along soon
to put a bullet in your head
Please don’t kill John, Gabirel
he can’t be all that bad and
even though he double-crossed
you
he says he won’t come back
“Please,” he says, “Have a heart”
you smile and say, “What heart?”
and Bang!
He’s dead.
Thank you. Thank you very much.
Springy Springtime! – Sublime Stitching Tote
Originally uploaded by Sublime Stitching
I looooooooooooove Sublime Stitching to the max.
I’m still undecided about a store name, but I’m definitely loving the suggestions made by my wonderful friends.Thanks guys!
The problem is that I’m one of “those” people. I become extremely uncomfortable whenever I’m called upon to “toot my own horn,” as they say – so even the idea of making a store and presuming that anyone would want to pay me money for something I made, is completely off the charts for me.
That said – I’m doing that shit. I have to. I love my job, but the money, it just isn’t cutting it. Oh, lordy how it isn’t cutting it.
I’ve been thinking a lot lately (“I’m tryin’ ta’ think, but nuthin’ happens”) about getting older and how I have heretofor been unwilling to deal with, handle, admit the fact that yes, I too am aging. *GASP*
My grand illusion of pigtails and teen-style came crashing down yesterday when I caught a bit of a new infomercial for Heidi Klum’s new skin care line, “In an Instant.” I watched at least 40 minutes before realizing, whoa! I just spend 40 minutes of my life watching an infomercial. It took much less time to sell me on the product; a finely tuned scientific wonder that INSTANTLY “erases” your wrinkles!! Magic, I thought – I mean, if Heidi Klum says so, it must be true, right? She’s so smiley and trustworthy and GORGEOUS. Surely she wouldn’t lie to me…and who in their right mind wouldn’t want to look (even just a little) like Heidi?
I swear on my life, if I had $40 in my bank account, I would have spent it all on this magical snake oil. That’s how hooked I was.
Then it hit me – I care about the tiny lines developing around my eyes – I’m worried about looking, becoming older. It’s probably stupid that I’m so shocked, but the thing is, I never thought I’d care. I’ve always admired older women who shunned plastic surgery and grew old, gracefully, beautifuly, but for some reason when it comes to myself, I just can’t see it. I feel like I’m going to go from youngish looking to 90 in 24 hours.
Ca-razy. I get it. I know.
P.S. When I tried to add tags to this post if kept trying to force me to choose, “vagina.” So – VAGINA!!
Life is really, really kicking my ass today. I’m walking around like a chubby, little time bomb just waiting to “pop off” (as Tanisha would say).
Anyway, I dont’ want to burden you with all my hocky-pucky (as my friend Lisa would say).
The real reason I’m blogging is that I need your help, dear readers. – I’m going to start an Etsy shop, featuring some design and art work, but I’ve been staring at my cursor for over an hour on the “name of your store” field.
Help?! I mean, I could uncreatively just use Lateshoes again, but is that totally weird? Am I just totally weird? Help!
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