The Good, The Bad, and the Hideously Ugly

Let's get right to it:

The Good

Last night me and the hubs saw Queens of the Stone Age, with Dax Riggs opening. One word: SA-WEEEET!!! Dax Riggs=hot and very talented. Josh Homme=hot and very talented.
Great show at a cool club. My friend even got a hug out of Dax. (Oh, and if you haven't heard his latest album, RUN, DO NOT WALK, my friends, to get it: Dax Riggs, We Sing of Only Blood or Love.)

Bonus: Jack White showed up to our little mountain town with his supermodel wife to catch the show!

The Bad

I just received an email from my mom (I love how she always hits me with this crap when I'm at work) about how disappointed she is with me and how I've changed so much in the past couple of years.

Gah. I don't even know how to respond to it right now. I mean, fuck yeah I've changed in the last few years. Ergo: I graduated college, worked as a stockbroker, was a communications director (read: slave) for a museum, got married, bought and sold houses like baseball cards, lost my hero of a father, been on the edge of divorce twice, and acquired a new scar. Um, yeah, I think I've changed just a little bit.

The Ugly

I haven't spoken about this much, seeing as I started this blog after the most recent Superbowl, but I'm a rabid Chicago Bears fan. (Until very recently, I had a Bears tattoo on the back of my neck. Shut up! It was an hommage to my dad after he died. Anyway, it's covered by a black rose now.) They looked GREAT last year, with the exception of an inconsistent QB. But dammit, Sunday looked like my toilet bowl the morning after I tie one on. Shitty. Shitty shit shit shitty shit. Shitty.

Ear Candy to remove the shit:

Dax Riggs: Stop, I'm Already Dead

UPDATE: I had a great conversation with my mom over the phone on my lunch break. We're all good, and I'm a hero, and she should be kinder to herself. Which is all I could ever hope for. A happy mom. Yay.


  1. The Good: I'm a green-eyed monster of envy.

    The Bad: Maybe email is not so bad; it could be a phone conversation at work, while your mom cries and wonders what she did wrong Those are kind of hard to ignore.

    The Ugly: Football? I don't understand anything related to it but the food.

  2. Oh yes. The first rule of mom fight club is do not call me or email me when I'm at work. And this is now firmly established. The second rule of mom fight club: be kind, and kinder. She is my mom afterall, and I do love her. Sometimes in spite of myself.

    You don't understand football? Let me ask you this: do you like chess? If the answer is yes, then inevitably, you would enjoy football. Trust.

    Oh, and football food? The best. I need to make my dad's chili dip for the next game. I'm hoping against hope that we'll hand Detroit's asses to them. I mean, that last Detroit game was worse than ours on Sunday! Right now, that's all I got.

  3. Queens of the Stone Age are great. Also, congrats appeasing your mom. I know that can be hard to do with mine.

  4. Glad to hear that things are sorted now. I had several of those "you've changed so much, you're disappointing me, you're not growing into the woman I brought you up to be" conversations this weekend re: my new tattoo. To the point where my Mother even offered me £1000 to wait two years to get it done.

    Weirdly, as soon as the conversation was dropped we'd be best buddies again until it came up the next time. A smashing combo of doublethink and "out of sight out of mind" mentality.

    All my understanding of American Football comes from Varsity Blues and a cute boy who played it while stateside. I'll tentatively say I kinda like it. But I still prefer rugby.

  5. david: oh yes, they are awesome. fantastic live show. i am a professional mom appeaser at this point. i feeled so growed up.

    alex: ah, yes. the tattoo conversation. yeah, my mom knew it was over the day i turned 18. luckily, she is open-minded, and loves my continuing backpiece.

    lso, hot men (Brian Urlacher!) are a huge reason to love football. and rugby is great too, but we don't get a lot of it televised around here. so i'm shit outta luck.

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