Tuesday, March 31, 2009
If you live in the San Diego area, or anywhere near it like LA, you should attend this;
STARRING: Legendary burlesque headliner CATHERINE D’LISH!
* Mynx d’Meanor * Lady Borgia * Hell on Heels * Sabrina Belly Dancer * Bobbie Burlesque (LA’s king of BOYlesque) * Sophia Sirena (LA’s newest burlesque starlet) *Miss Jolie Goodnight*
I can't wait to do this benefit! To prepare for it I've been working like a beast on my costume. I'll post photos once I have some. Meanwhile, feast your eyes on these beautiful burlesque images!
Monday, March 30, 2009
If you haven't had the pleasure of watching W.C. Fields, watch the video above. "It's a gift," has been part of my life since the very moment I was birthed into this odd world. Strange as it may sound, when life is giving me a hard time, or rather people are irritating me, I think of W.C. Fields and suddenly the world becomes much funnier. This movie makes me laugh so hard that my nose sniffles and tears stream. W.C. Fields is my coping mechanism.
With my dad's cancer surgery tomorrow looming over my head, I thought it a good idea to post images of people my dad loves. He really has the best, worst, and the silliest taste in comedy. Dad's taste in comedians and writers has shaped me into the kind of woman who enjoys impossibly awkward moments, sharp wit hidden inside of quiet mumbles, crankiness, and people who surpass the limits of silly toward the boundaries of absurdity. He's the best. You can and should read his blog Letters from Graceyland because he also happens to be a brilliant writer. W.C. Fields with the great Mae West
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
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Thursday, March 12, 2009
It is the Texas spring that I miss the most right now because it hits you hard. The clouds clear and suddenly WHAM there's sunshine that is deliciously hot on your skin. And there is a sweet cold breeze to cool you. And you know it is officially spring once the bluebonnets cover the rolling green hills, stretching from the edge of the lake to the beds of the oak trees. This is the kind of spring I miss. The spring that isn't gradual but instead announces itself like an important guest.
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Jason left on Tuesday and I tried to plant the pansies. As I planted one box, carefully selecting a narrow hole for each plant to reside, solitude got the best of me and I began to cry. So I thought it best to go ahead and put the shovel down.
However today is a new day and after Kimberly made me watch this, I decided I was fully capable of planting the pansies and perhaps even the Ranunculus. I planted each and everyone of them while the smell of spray paint drifted in the air from a shed nearby and while Nina Simone's jazz notes swirled around every petal. I placed a clean table cloth on the coffee table, sacrificed my recycling tin bucket to the leftover pansies, and generated a thirst for fresh mojitos and cereal with blueberries.
Monday, March 2, 2009
Jason leaves tomorrow for Iraq and I've been trying to figure out what I will do when I come home and he is not there. It's always hard to come home and see all of his shirts, shoes, instruments, and whiskey and realize he won't be touching them for months. Which means I won't be touching him for months.
I think gardening is my answer. I can come home, throw my purse down, and get my hands in the dirt. It will keep me busy and all the sunshine will make tears seem silly. I've decided to plant some pansies because they are cheerful and there is so much I can do with them. They will give me something to nurture, and will cheer up my balcony and its empty window boxes. Pansies will clear away winter and remind me of the sweet things to come. Hopefully I will be able to wake up every morning, look at the pansies and know that I can get through Daddy's cancer, grandmommy's cancer, and Jason's deployment if I continue to appreciate the little things.
Once I plant them I can do things like: