First Thing

Every morning without fail the desperate urge to pee wakes me.  Yeah, I know.  Not such an appetizing thought but that's what happens when you get old, have given birth to three ginormous babies (and one medium sized one), and have been denied access to your required bladder medication.  But ranting about the suckage of medical care for the poor is for another post.

Today I also had this ever so pressing question on what's left of my mind:  Did Jada Pinkett ever divorce what's his name?

And, yes. I think of her by her maiden name.  That antiquated, patriarchal means of referring to a woman's birth surname. (Another rant for another post I suppose.  No, I promise.)  And, yes, I truly couldn't immediately recalled her spouse's name.  It occurred to me later, but that doesn't really matter.

Being the 21st century girl I pretend to be I immediately looked it up in the ever so trusty Wikipedia.  HHHhhhhaaaaa.  The closest we have to accurate information in a pinch.  No.  The couple have not divorced.  But I found this horrifying photo:

From an attractive but probably over exercised and underweight lady Ms. Pinkett has become a scary looking visage.  I figure it is a result from plastic surgery gone dreadfully awry.  But even that isn't what caused me to read the attached article.

Rather it was a lambasting by Ms. Pinkett of the media for attacking her daughter's "buzz cut" hairdo.  Hurrah!  For the mom defending her child's decision, but she went further to (dare I say?) rant about how a woman's beauty is not related to outer appearance and that judging one by features is just plain wrong.

Then what is going on with her artificially sculpted face?!  If it came about another way then I will happily shut up.  But at the very least isn't Willow's mommy setting a mixed message?  Or maybe it's not the same to alter hair as opposed to bone structures?  I don't get it and I'm glad it's not my problem.

But I still had to pee.  Now there's a problem I'd like to trade for a new jaw line.  Does that makes sense?

Projects That Need To Be

Snow Last Night

Chemex coffee carafe.  I wish I had mine back again.  This is an item I literally saved pennies to purchase.  (Embarrassed to admit that I first saw it on "Friends" long, long ago.)  It worked like a charm and I felt ever so sophisticated every time I used it.  I think I know where it is and if it is I will never see it again.  Alas.  For many reasons.

However recently I found some white plastic boxes in the trunk of Ancient Vehicle.  I have not removed them yet because planning how to get them out of the boot (always wanted to use that British vernacular...), into the rolling basket, up the ramp, through the ass killing entry door, and completely down the hallway without severe tears and injury... well, more than I can muster.  What I need are Old Testament slaves.

Anyway, there is a very, very slim chance my carafe is in one of those boxes.  I doubt it.  But if it is I will apologise on this spot.  And make an exquisite pot of coffee for myself and anyone interested.

And it really DID snow last night.  My photos suck as usual.  But the lilac leaves crumbled and the newly trimmed trees glowed.  The best part of the evening for me was Miss Ellie Bananas and her Mommy stopping by.  Ellie chomped on a cinnamon graham cracker and covered me with mushy crumbles.  I wouldn't accept that from almost everyone.  From that one, though, I relished it.

Maybe there is hope for October.

Some Time Really Does Slow Down

Just took a peek at the next blog following mine and was presently surprised.  I haven't looked in many months because they were usually light Thai porn or political rants I did not comprehend.  But this one I rather liked.

Some of the post was in Japanese which, of course I couldn't read.  But it was so pretty.  Like calligraphy incomprehensible on another level.  And the photos were all miniatures the writer received as gifts.  Baskets, glass bottles, teeny little desks.  Quite lovely.  Check it out following mine.

Anyway last night I had dreams about Landon whose parents just married.  At the wedding he wore an adorable little boy tux and a gently pastel boutonniere.*  In most of the photos he looks very serious.  He also looked serious in my dreams.

This morning I thought, maybe Landon knows something I don't.  If you've ever attempted to make a baby smile for a picture you know it takes many efforts and much patience.  And time.  Serious (and adorable, don't get me wrong...) Landon clearly in charge of his picture taking; he obviously made the time spread quite awhile.

Smarty pants.  I bet he was enjoying himself and he made it last as long as he wanted.  I'd like to have that skill during the daytime too.  But having it in the dream time is pretty nice.

*This word looks incorrect to me.   According to Spell Check it is OK however.

Rest Up

These bowls make me feel very peaceful.

And this one makes me wish I could garden.

Or maybe I just wish I could take photos like these.  In any case they make me feel swell.  And now, time to snooze.

AAAAaaaaaahhhhh.

Uber People Watch

New fave on this do nothing day:  the Sartorialist.   MMMMmmmmm.  His blog archives to 2005 and every page is delish.  The above is, believe it or not, a street person in New York.  Style IS all around us.

This darling splash is from 2011, Paris.  Contrasting the two photos is amazing.  What an eye this guy has.  I admit, I was in the dark as to the photographer, and was hoping he was an unknown, undiscovered amateur.  This is not the case and I don't mind a bit.
Such an intriguing blend of so many elements.  The young and not so young.  Famous and not.  Some so colorful and some that actually look as if they existed in black and white.  One wonders how many beautiful people garbed so fetchingly can congregate in one place.  How the settings and backgrounds can be so magical and so appropriate.  I wonder what drew him in for the above shot?  The overwhelmingness of the jacket or the underwhelming starkness of the wall.


Enough gushing.  Make your favorite adult beverage and prepare to be dazzled.  I'll probably get killed here in cyber land for using these images without permission.  Ah well.  Go here:        http://www.thesartorialist.com/biography/  And hail Mr. Scott Schuman. 

I Miss

Back To An Old Friend

Venus, Jupiter, and one human.  Cherry Springs, PA on the 20th from NASA

Pajimba?

I really want the snowstorm post to stand on its own.  I am livid right now, but not surprised, and wanted to get this in while it's hot.  If this is considered plus size -which is PC for

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-then I volunteer to host the pre-suicide party for all us non-anorexic gals!

Eat shit and die, Skinny Bitches!