Perfection Attained. Curiosities in my tiny city

First off. If you haven't read the blog I wrote yesterday please scroll down and read it first. In fact skip this one altogether if you don't wanna waste time and JUST READ THAT ONE. It's not so cutesy.
And other than that.............

A. It WON'T STOP raining and snowing!!!!!!!!
B. I have almost given up on outdoor activities, cause it's hard enough to get out of BED when my house is this cold in the morning and it's almost JUNE! (4 days!)
C. What else is there to do but...........write another blog entry???

Seriously! I thought I lived in California?!! Even though I'm at 4000 feet elevation, I have heard thru the locals that winter weather this late in the game and so consistent is TOTALLY WEIRD. So I've taken to cuddling in blankets until mid-afternoon, building raging fires in my woodstove on a continual basis, and, currently, listening to some new tunes at my local Itunes Store. Ok, not THAT new, but to me....NEW.

This is I found today. Link to the song "Lemonade"
I like CocoRosie. I went to a concert of theirs a couple years back, and though the crowd was so hip that I felt like I was the shyest most goody-goody girl in the world, they put on a lovely show, complete with their mom on backing vocals.

I like it. I think next I wanna hear the entirety of the new Eminem album.

And.....without further adieu, some tidbits of my world circa this NEVERENDING WINTER.


Above. Violet syrup on homemade shortcake with strawberries and brown-sugar yogurt. Invention that sounded worth a try.


Above. Some homemade little blank books I put together for my very dear girlfriends that either had birthdays, going-away parties, or just needed a package sent from afar.


Above. Whiskey corner at our house.


Our sweet little wooden fairytale house. I'm hoping that SOMEDAY summer actually makes it here, and when it does our front porch is going to be my favorite place.


Our record listening station. Complete with cassette deck too!



Above: RHINO Records.
During late March, I went to Southern California with my dad and sister and we met up with my little brother Mikie. He took us to this great little town, Claremont, and I found a relic left over from the 1990s. A real, true, old fashioned spacious goodlooking record store that is NOT part of a giant chain!!! Rhino Records! This photo above shows my purse parked at the RECORD listening station. I also got the first glimpse into being truly "Old School" when two college kids (maybe 18) passed by me talking about how cool real records are and how they are the best on a rainy day. It wasn't so much their conversation that impressed upon me, in fact I've probably had the same one with somebody, it was more the way they were sort of bragging about liking records to each other and you could tell they both probably just had bought their first record player in like the last month! You could tell it was something BRAND NEW to them. It was so weird...realizing that certain analog ways of listening to or interpreting art are no longer necessary AT ALL, only pure novelty (and expensive!). I can remember being a little kid and knowing that a record player was the only WAY I could hear recorded music in my house, and in many of my friend's houses. I used to go to this kid's house after school sometimes and we would jump around to this excercise record for kids called "Mousercise"! Later they made a show out of it. And Heather and I were able to spin around to THIS SONG only because of our little record player! It was like a daily affirmation. I remember doing it outdoors sometimes, so it must have been a portable Fisher-Price record player that we used.



You may have seen a picture of weird clay looking babies at the top of this blog. Those were part of a baby shower contest to create your own baby out of a piece of Hubba Bubba bubble gum at Jocelyn and Dan's Baby Shower for their darling Juniper. I actually pretty much hate baby showers, ESPECIALLY the dumb games. I have to say however, Jocelyn's baby shower RULED. EVERY GAME WAS SO MUCH FUN. Well, here is the amazing couple on that jubilous day! By the way, both J and D are awesome and unique musicians and you should check that shit out!
Link to Jocelyn's website for her music, Alak HERE
Link to Dan's website for his music, Pregnant Here

And the three pregger ladies themselves! Since then, they've ALL had their tinys, and they are all healthy and happy.

And here is the glorious Juniper. Just 2 days old, in the arms of her loving uncles. :) BTW, both uncles are awesome musicians TOO!
Uncle Michael's music/ Afternoon Brother HERE
Uncle Matty's music/ Soft Devil- can't find a link............





Some of our good crew got married in recent months as well! (With more to come) These above photos were from the lovely Livia and Antwon's wedding, down at the American River, on a fine March Spring Day. Crazily enough, both weddings I've been to so far this year have found themselves bathed in sunlight and warmth. And both were next to the green and golden American River, land of Eureka! itself, where a mere 150 years ago shining pebbles of yellow gleam led ambitious and brave men and women from around the world to their destiny in the golden hills of California!


SOOO. Ruebi and Manuel's Bachelorette/ Bachelor Party and Despidida. It was great fun. I got to catch up with my beloved girls in the city and we pranced thru the Mission wearing feather boas and sporting paper bags with little drinks in them. (This took place after a glorious afternoon patio party for Ruebi with champagne cocktails and penis straws! I don't have those pics tho....they were Polaroids and got donated to Ruebi). As you can tell, our dear Ruebi is pregnant. And by that 2nd pic you can probably also tell, she's about the sexiest pregnant gal you've ever laid eyes on!




I only have a few shots from Ruebi's wedding itself, because I was in it and there was a photographer and I wanted to just ENJOY the party. So hopefully more of those pics will one day arrive within my territory. There is a little video too, of the Ruebi gettin' ready for the big moment.



Me.
My family.

Imperfectionista: Visions of the Clumsy, the Bad, and the Ugly

That's what I am. Absolutely, soddingly, imperfect.

I am not much of a blogger, as you can tell from the last date of an entry here, but I occasionally DO like to read other people's blogs. I have to be very selective these days though, because with the overwhelming cuteness going on in the girly blog world, I am very lucky to come up from a reading session not feeling like an old stepped-on piece of dried macaroni. (This is a term I frequently use when NOT feeling cute, sexy, important, creative, or anything else that's loosely related to the word "special").

Anyhow, I got to thinking about possibly, just possibly, creating a blog entry now and again that focuses mainly ON my many imperfections. Or imperfect days or happenings. Or my erroneous ways in general, like hogging out on too much fried fast food sometimes, or ending up in a Walmart and actually LOOKING at clothes, or throwing my recycling into the regular trash at gas stations, or getting psychotically drunk and my face melting off, or ridiculous arguments that Arth and I have about nothing that almost leave us wanting a fricking divorce when they're over. You know.... the wicked details that might make other not-so-cute-all-the-time girls feel a little BETTER about themselves (in comparison to the dorky and clumsy things that so oft happen within my world!) Note: this is so NOT a diss to the cute blogs.....this is only a funny, weirdly happy idea that I got in my head and totally feel like delving into.

Can't believe I'm going public with the following photo. But I just have to. It's morally right.




Yes, the above photo is me circa the 1986 or something. God-awful. I have to harbor some animosity toward my parents for LETTING ME OUT OF THE HOUSE LIKE THIS! It's like their first-born was some kind of wild-child or something that they kept locked in the closet until this day.

And for the present.


EWWWW.


Yesterday I got a push to make the blog entry a reality....
Art and I had to take a little trip to the local overgrown suburban sprawl known as "Folsom". There we made our way to the Factory Outlets in search of well-priced but quality work shoes for my Arth. After our first jaunt into a store, a downpour began. Like, SOAKING rain. Needless to say I wanted to head back to the trunk of my car to grab my umbrella, but the outlets are such like a maze that we had a hard time finding the right path to the part of the parking lot where our car WAS. In an attempt to cross (at a cross-walk) I completely BAILED. I slipped on a wet, newly-painted speed bump and landed on my wrist and bum. My entire palm was coated in white paint and there where some unmistakable white handprints on my black hoodie as well as white paint on my tights, shoes, and purse. To top it off, I was also getting soaked. I was caught so off-guard by the white paint that I forgot to be embarrassed, which was nice, and was more worried about my favorite black hoodie having a permanent kindergarten painting on it (my hand). Art helped me up and we rushed to the food court area where I found a bathroom and tried to find some paper towels to wipe away the paint. Alack. No paper towels ANYWHERE.
I made my way back into the actual food court and grabbed some napkins. Not such a great idea because the minute after I dampened them and started rubbing, they tore into tiny shreds that not only did nothing to remove the paint, but started a linty looking mess on top of it! So I went for the gold, turned on the faucet, and dunked my favorite hoodie in the bathroom sink, wringing it out and scrubbing 1800's style. I emerged from the bathroom with my dripping hoodie and a bit of a temper. A young man who had served Art some coffee saw my wet and white painty dilemma and kindly pointed me in the direction of the Outlet Information Center so that I might be able to file a report.

I'm not the suing type, hope to never be, but in such a situation I thought it best to at least report what had happened JUST IN CASE my wrist never stopped hurting or something. We found the Info Center and I saw white foot prints leading in!!! A lady inside was holding an ice pack on her head. Poor thing almost cracked her head open on the same flippin' speed bump. The same thing had happened to two others, one being an Outlet employee! The nice people inside got my info, took pictures of my painted purse and tights, and then me and Art got the HECK OUT OF THERE. We headed back to the car where I got my umbrella so we could do some real shopping.

Imperfection Police
1. My skirt and tights were already shoddy, had runs and a holey zipper (a put-together girl wouldn't be caught DEAD walking NEXT to me!) but now they also have skids of white paint on them.
2. Somewhere along the line, a cat must have peed in my car in the last week or so, so Art and I kept getting whiffs as we drove.
3. Our car has a missing front turnlight cover (the orange panel), a broken front bumper (previous owner hit a deer TWO times) and duct tape WRAPPING the passenger rear view mirror to the car.
4. Car is messy
5. The one NICE thing I was carrying, my vintage carpetbag purse, now has white paint near the handle.
6. Art's shoes had holes and his feet were drenched, hence immediately replacing them with the new ones once he found some dry socks* in the back of the car.
* another major imperfection- what the heck was an old pair of socks doing back there???
7. I lost my Bluetooth AGAIN during all of this.
8. My makeup got rained off just enough to reveal my dirty, chimney-sweep like melasma spots on my forehead. One of the great gifts of aging.....dirty looking skin even when it's clean as a whistle.
9. Maje cellulite under there.


STROKE OF LUCK: Iphone = Still OK, despite the fall.

Redemption Afterwards: Drinking a Pliny the Elder at TWO SEPARATE LOCATIONS! (Folsom and Placerville)


Of course, kiddos, I'm the scary-looking one.