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just too cute.

all of these pictures are from one of my favorite websites...www.cuteoverload.com

please start going to this website on a regular basis... IMMEDIATELY.

a piggie in a can? hiLARious!!!

i read about it in one of my old fembot magazines. it was noted as a website that would melt away your stressful day, make you forget about the a$%hole on the phone and remember why life is grand (my interpretation of that fateful day i read about this website)...and it has NEVER disappointed me.

WHO DOESN'T LOVE BABY ANIMALS? oh, yes...people that are DEAD INSIDE. i have a bit of an obsession with animals and pets and in all reality, my true aspirations in life are the following:

1. housewife 2. farmer.

no joke. i've thought about it for a loooong time. but these two must go together. i can't farm like, for real farm. it is near impossible to make a living off of an actual farm these days. i have to be in a home that is supported on one income, namely my excellent, rich, charming, chisled, devoted husbands income. i would be farming but just to support those in my home. and maybe some other family, good friends and neighbors. i like to share. i think i could used to the idea of spending someone else's money (i mean, i did it successfully for at least 20 years)...and i won't be spending that much because i am going to LIVE OFF OF MY FARM FOOD! i am super good at volunteering and helping the community...aaand living on a farm would allow me to have as many animals as possible!!! yippeee!!!

so scroll back up and look again. see? i was MADE FOR that kind of life. i prefer gimpy animals with disabilities but i'll take anything and everything. ahhh, what a life that will be. you are welcome to visit my farm at any time. just please let my super tall, hot, dashing, sexy, intelligent husband or me know you are coming. i'll make cupcakes.

sigh. (autumn style)

i rode the train back into nyc last weekend. the rails follow the hudson valley and it was by far the most beautiful fall foliage i have ever had the privilege to witness. the northern crisp cold air allows the trees to burst red and orange in a unique confetti all its own. i had just spent the previous days with my bestest of friends from college, one of whom had gotten married to an unbelievably-perfect-for-her man. we had wild dance partays and made fools of ourselves and created new silly stories to tell for years...

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while on the train i reflected on how much i LOVE traveling alone. the freedom and confidence that rejuvs me when i travel is thrilling. it is all up to me: and i always take advantage and walk on the other side of the street. i do not always play by these rules at home and cannot think of a good reason why. i needed this trip to remind me that i should do this more often...

my soundtrack was small play list that i kept on repeat. it bellowed with my emotions as i watched the mountains and the skip wrecked banks of the river. here are a few of my favorites...

stop this train john mayer
relator pete yorn & scarlett johansson
shine on you crazy diamond pink floyd

annie's song john denver

pulse ani difranco

manhattan kings of leon

secret heart fiest

cry me a river justin timberlake

exodus bob marley

a little sleepless for you...

i am feeling a little not-quite-home sick...every fall i get a little nostalgic for a special time in my life that was one of the greatest things i have ever done...(and it has been raining for days and i can't think of anything else)


i miss that mountain view that blew my mind every time i saw it. it would reflect off of the bus window and was breathtaking....


i miss gas works park...boat houses...one time i saw a bald eagle there!


i miss the disco confessional bathroom...


mr d rock bass and i used to spend HOURS in this place watching cute boys...the black t-shirt and skinny jeans look was reemerging. and $30 could get us a pack of american spirits and a hefty inebriation for the evening...

i lived in seattle for a bit right after i graduated from college. alone. on my own. had to start from scratch with friends, jobs and everything. it was AhhhMAZING. i was way poor and had to eat tofu & pasta everyday. fun consisted of getting drunk with the neighbor while playing card games. i was volunteering my ass off & found EVERY free thing to do in that city....




by the time i left i had quite a few jobs, enough money, TONS of friends and knew that place like the back of my hand...








but it wasn't home. it was magical place where some people ran away to to be accepted...some went to the emerald city because their ____ city, mid-west, usa had kept them from their full potential...some were natives...others were nomads. i just didn't quite fit anywhere. i wasn't running from anything. or i did run away only to realize it wasn't necessary to run at all...



this city was the most supportive and exciting place to explore. i remember sitting somewhere almost daily and thanking god for that experience and that life...i have never spent that much time in solitude but was rarely lonely...

so i miss you seattle. i miss walking in the rain. the salty, wet, pavementy smell of the air. the egyptian theater. coffee messiah. the cha-cha & bimbo's bitchin' burrito kitchen. linda's. the gravity bar and weird asian bosses that give tube socks for birthday presents. pike place market on a homesick day. giant flower bunches for $5. the smell of raw fish (despite my-at the time-vegetarianism, i liked it.) homemade tofu from the corner store. chai in the mist from the cart on the corner. my favorite bookstore with the kitty cats. foreign roommates. colored bungalows. tons of parks with oceans and lakes. the puget sound. gardens. exploring islands on ferry boat rides. bear-e-oke. the guy that looked just like his bulldog and would take him to the gym and lunch with him everyday. cool bus stops. music. music. music. early scenesters. street fairs. art museums. poverty. activism. rainier beer. the view from my pioneer square office. infinite laughs and adventures. the most romantic place i know.

thank you again for having me.

mmm: my favorite mr. rockefeller

to be honest, my images searches of edward norton were not as satisfying as man meat monday searches usually are...there were too many goatee pictures (a la american history X...way too skinhead creepy) and the fight club pictures were not so flattering. i mean, he was bloody and sweaty most of time... pretty much one of the reasons that movie is SO FREAKING BAD A$%! anyhoo...i found these to be sufficient.

all you need is...

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i am off to the hudson valley for another wedding. now, i am not against love at all. i find it quite nice. i am bursting with happiness and emotion when i get to witness the love of my friends and their "matches." a lot of times difficult relationships or unfortunate situations are highlighted and i prefer to see and observe those who treat each other with ones highest potential of kindness and caring. i love love. (it is the rest i am not so keen on...but enough of that.) i am focusing my mind on just the love. i get to be around some of those i love more than anything in the world, all of them live far, far away and being with them reminds me of those first days of freedom and independence. our responsibilities were slim and we were fearless. i love the love i have for these girls. these girls were my family and my life for many years and i am so lucky to still have them in my life. this is my favorite kind of love.

and it really is all you need...

i kinda like my sleep, but thanks for the offer, city.

so. i am pretty sure i am like, the only person in the world that is not ecstatic when faced with a trip to the big apple, nyc. i mean, last time i was there i was LITERALLY slapped in the face with trash. and lots of it. i grew up in new york state so it is not the rude northern thing. i am a rude northerner. and nyc attitude is sooo different than the other frigid side of the state where i was raised.

but the city lights stress me out. i want to walk without being rubbed on all sides. at home, i store stuff in my car and do not need to carry my daily necessities on my back. i can hear crickets and frogs. i live in whole house. with a yard. and i am not dirt poor. or rich. my small southern town allows me this luxury and i like a-livin this life, i AM small town, usa.

aaand i don't want to offend the majillions of people i know that live and love nyc so this will be pleasant. i leave tomorrow for a few days in the city with a hudson valley wedding in between. (my last wedding for the next year WAHOOOO!) it should be a lovely vacation. i am actually pretty excited.

and i like central park. i like parks in general. and i plan on spending as much time in central park as i can this visit. hopefully it will not be too freezing and i can buy some warm, sugary, honey coated nuts in a bag that have probably been in the street vending machine for at least a year or two and be in heaven...

nice job, god.

the mountain sky was ahhhmazing last weekend. well played.

the only one i let sneeze in my face...

any time, any place little o. with this mug, you can pretty much get away with anything. and you do. this little guy is a big dog in a little dogs body. he does not yip or yap. he spoons, cuddles, lays out, burrows, curls and rag dolls. he likes hiking and adventuring. he prefers the floorboard under the passengers seat of the car but enjoys a nice window view. he sees the advantage he has running from the top of one couch to the other when wraslin.' he is not available for permanent out of home companionship but would be happy to share himself if you come over. or if he decides to run to your porch for a quick snuggle.

mmm: oh joy! avoy!

so i am not a major james mcavoy fan. i mean, i wouldn't consider turning off a viewing of him but i do not stalk him as faithfully as i do with others. UNTIL I SAW HIM IN THIS SUIT.

well done, mr. mcavoy (and jamesmcavoy.com)

did anyone else notice?

this lovely autumn sky?

i'm hitting up the country again this weekend for my last dose until may. hope i can get someone to stargaze with me...and i hope the bears stay away...word out, boy scout.