Tickle My Ivories

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Photo Love: Somewhat SFW

From my lovely husband....

Inaugurating our land.

I effing love this man.


Red Sea, Take II

Moses (me) dropped the ball (dropped a box) and his people drowned (and I sprained my foot) so he (I) is screwed (am screwed) for the rest of the journey (for the rest of the move).



The Promised Land: Parting the Red Sea

Way back in April of 2007, my hubs and I bought some property. We sold our condo for a "sweet little profit" as my realtor likes say, and started the process of building our own home.

As of today, we are moving for the third time since that April of 2007, and we are NOT moving into our new home. Yet.

It is so close; I can almost lick it. But we are only nearing the hardest part: Finishing the house ourselves. So, we are moving into the basement of the brand new house next door (that would be my mom's pad--story for another day). An unfinished basement. Our entire house. And we will be there for probably the next two months.

Can I tell you what it is like, living with most of your stuff in storage for a year and a half? It is actually pretty cool; I've realized how little I need all this "stuff" that I constantly collect. Now that we are packing up the things we brought to our rental (aka flea bag central, if you were a reader last summer), I just want to throw the boxes in the back of our truck, drive to goodwill, put the tailgate down, reverse into the parking lot really really fast, and hit the brakes. Thud. Boom. Gone.

Simplify simplify simplify. That is what screams through my mind at times like these. Times when I am once again rolling up some delicate little thing that someone gave us one time for the 5th time, putting it in the box, only to pull it out later and put it back on a fucking shelf. Ridiculous.

Anyway, we are moving this weekend. Again. AND! (and this is a very strange happening, especially in my family) every member of my immediate family is ALSO moving this weekend. Guess what that means? No help moving for any of us. It is actually kind of funny; my mom is moving into her brand new house (which totally rocks--I'll post pictures at some point, I think), my brother is moving into his first-time-owner home, and my baby sister might be moving to a different apartment. She doesn't know yet; she still doesn't technically have a place to move to.

Our house should be done by late September. Me and SuperHubs are doing all the painting, trimwork, floors, and putting in our own kitchen. The WHOLE kitchen-caboodle. (See what I did there? Yep.)

So it is like Moses, taking the peeps to the promised land, but now he's got to part the Red Sea. So we are getting geared up to part some sea.

I'm way to busy to be clever today.




Boo's Top Ten: Reasons I Should Not Have Left Bed Today

10. Nearly sprained my ankle getting out of bed.

9. Nearly breaking my dog's leg by almost spraining my ankle getting out of bed.

8. Late for work.

7. I might not have a place to live when I move out of my rental. Next week.

6. Fighting with the hubs is bad for sex life.

5. No breakfast due to being late for work.

4. Was awake past 2:30 am again. Couldn't sleep.

3. No clean socks. At least, no good clean socks. Everything is packed up to move.

2. Unusually expensive water bill. Like, as in, three times the normal water bill. Which might mean we have a leak, but you know what, fuck it, I'm moving out; my landlord can deal with it.

1. I want to murder everyone that crosses my path with eye daggers. That is probably a good indicator that I should not leave the house. Much less come into contact with....people...


Peace, Love & Penitentiary

Not so nice, Mister Hippie.


The Red Bikini: Who Did it Better?

Helen or Claire?


Happy Birthday Dance!

If any of you have siblings, especially younger siblings, then this might ring true for you too, but today is a good day. Why?

Because my brother broke up with the dumbest girl I have ever met. Seriously. Happy dance! My exact words when he told me: "Oh, I am SO GLAD." He just laughed, and then said, "Yeah, that's why I never intended to introduce her to the family." He was smart. I accidentally met her at one of his shows, and it was pretty unfortunate. You see, my brother was raised by some pretty powerful and intelligent women (my mom, a few aunts and a grandma that could bite through nails), and then he has two very outspoken sisters. He knew the score.

He's our BROTHER; we can't have him with just anyone.

Thank god I don't have to sit through another hour of this poor, sweet dumb girl's explanation of why she hasn't worn a skirt in two years (um, who cares honey?) and the reason behind every single ringtone she has ever had on her cell. Gaaaahhhh.

And today is his birthday, so everyone wish my little brother a Happy Day (he's 25 today), and give him a high five for the upgrade in lifestyle.

High five Britt. I love you SO SO SO much, and I am so proud of the person you are! You are my hero, my protector, my advisor, and the best fucking metal guitarist I have ever heard!

Love from your big sis,



Ear Candy: Between the Buried and Me

A new metal post on the music blog, y'all.

Here is Between the Buried and Me, Prequel to the Sequel.

My Big Stupid Mouth

I have a feeling that I'm going to have to work pretty hard to make today a good day. Arg. I think I'm in the middle of a personal crisis. My big stupid mouth! It always gets me into trouble. But my big stupid mouth is usually able to get me out again. But I don't want to talk my way out of this one. I want to take the consequences that come with my actions.

If anyone has a great 'instant cheer' remedy for self-loathing, please let me know ASAP.


Ear Candy: Backyard Betty


I hope you all get a little backyard action this holiday weekend. Oh yeah, you know what I mean.

To kick off my first post at Music is the Message, here is Spank Rock's Backyard Betty.

NOT safe for work, y'all.


Pseudo Self Indulgent

Hi Peeps.

I wanted to throw a little love out there, and let you know that I have been part of a creative writing blog for the last couple of months, Blog Me a Tale, and I just posted another short. Please go check it out, and the other amazing writers that contribute to that blog. Feel free to comment! Writers (well, most writers, I guess) enjoy feedback.

I am also on the verge of another blogging community endeavor, The Music is the Message. It is a dedicated music-lover's blog, and I think as it progresses, you will discover amazing new music, find appreciation for the old stuff, and maybe even give another type of music a chance.

So y'all come on back, ya hear?