Saturday On The Deck With Geo
or hanging with my honey is its own work of art
Okay, so yesterday turned into a good day.
For the record, Geo and I don't get to spend much time together. We barely see each other for two hours a day due to my early bed time and his tremendous work ethic which keeps him at the office longer than perhaps he should. Definitely longer than I would like.
What's a wifey to do?
His impeccable integrity and unshakable work ethic are two of the many qualities I adore about him. At the same time, when I'm sitting at home alone for hours without him, they are the two characteristics I loathe.
I know, SPOILED, but I can't help it. I miss him. Then when we are together there's just too much to catch up on... too much to physically clean up, too much to discuss, too much to watch on the DVR, too much paper piling up...that we sometimes waste our precious time together arguing about me pushing him too far, him being snotty, me getting stompy... It's an ugly avalanche of ill temperament.
*Sigh*
And then there are the days when we both seize the opportunity to just be. Together. Without expectation.
And it is magical.
Yesterday was that day.
I got released from my indentured servitude at 1pm, arriving home to find Geo entrenched in yard work. It was too glorious a day to be inside, so I finished up a few tiny outdoor projects of my own and gave Geo a hand trimming our hairy beast of a Willow bush. (add your own off-color comment here-consider it a freebie) Holy Crap this thing gets so out-of-control huge so quickly, I swear it has designs on quietly breaking through our bedroom window and strangling us in our sleep.
Moving on...
Not that I need an excuse to drink, but it was really hot and sticky out. REALLY hot and sticky. And that was without taking into account my own "personal summer" going on. An icy something with a kick was definitely in order. Funny how throwing back, er... I mean sipping a crazy, impossible-to-pronounce Brazilian Cachaca cocktail makes clean up duty downright playful. Did I mention how hot and sticky it was?
The cool thing about mundane physical labor is it takes little concentration and allows the opportunity for great conversation. The alcohol doesn't hurt either. Geo and I talked, we planned, we sang, we laughed, we teased, we played Name That Tune with the iPod...
When the last bundle was tied, we cracked open the vodka, noshed on gourmet cheeses and olives, and enjoyed each other's company. Reconnecting while sitting on the deck watching a magnificent summer day wane into night, wishing this evening could last a lifetime.
And that's worth way more than any completed to-do list.
Sunday, July 3, 2011
Saturday, July 2, 2011
In Which Thelma And Louise Ride Again
Okay, so twenty years ago (Holy Good God! Has it been that long?), my BFF, Beets and I rented a baby blue convertible Mustang, left the boys at home and headed for the Jersey Shore with a blender, two packs of smokes and a desire to cut loose.
We hung on the beach, drank copious glasses of Margaritas at the pool, smoked too many Newports, chatted up boys and let the wind blow through our sun-kissed hair while we poodled around with the top down. It was the perfect female bonding weekend.
Look at how happy we were...
Twenty years along, we both have more adult responsibilities and Beets doesn't have the free time to frivolously frolic in the surf unencumbered by children yet, but hopping in her bright red convertible Mustang on a ridiculously sunny day, cruising through the countryside, blaring our favorite tunes is enough to transport us right back to 1991 and our carefree, hot tamale, 30 year-old selves.
Look at how happy we are...
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Good friends, sunshine and the unadulterated joy of a convertible top... That's what Summer's all about, Charlie Brown.
Okay, so twenty years ago (Holy Good God! Has it been that long?), my BFF, Beets and I rented a baby blue convertible Mustang, left the boys at home and headed for the Jersey Shore with a blender, two packs of smokes and a desire to cut loose.
We hung on the beach, drank copious glasses of Margaritas at the pool, smoked too many Newports, chatted up boys and let the wind blow through our sun-kissed hair while we poodled around with the top down. It was the perfect female bonding weekend.
Look at how happy we were...
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| Woo Hooo! Out of our way, Mother Pluckers! |
Look at how happy we are...
Good friends, sunshine and the unadulterated joy of a convertible top... That's what Summer's all about, Charlie Brown.
Thursday, June 30, 2011
Dear Fox News: Just Give Up Already
When will Fox News learn that Jon Stewart is smarter than them? The barely fair and completely unbalanced "news" organization has been dicking with Stewart for years and have always come away bruised and stammering. But God love their pointy little crazy heads, they keep drawing first blood.
Clearly they are slow learners.
Behold, the brilliance of the most trusted person on the boob tube.
Take that Mother F***ers!
When will Fox News learn that Jon Stewart is smarter than them? The barely fair and completely unbalanced "news" organization has been dicking with Stewart for years and have always come away bruised and stammering. But God love their pointy little crazy heads, they keep drawing first blood.
Clearly they are slow learners.
Behold, the brilliance of the most trusted person on the boob tube.
Take that Mother F***ers!
Friday, June 24, 2011
Friday, Friday! Getting Down On Friday!!
Friday Video: because it's too funny not to watch again.
Okay, so some wealthy Mom paid a ton of money so her 13 year old daughter could do an inane music video for her birthday. It's horrible, spawned this hilarious parody by Jimmy Fallon and Stephen Colbert. It makes me laugh every time I watch it.
Happy Friday, everyone!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=fSAwOcFr_VE
Monday, June 20, 2011
In Which I Realize Something About Myself
Okay, so Geo and I went to a family graduation party up North at his cousin's farm. It's a gorgeous, wide open expanse perched on the crest of a hill under a big sky overlooking a neighboring farm. Ken was an organic farmer long before it became all the rage. He took a leap of faith almost 20 years ago, quit his day job and devoted his life to agriculture. He and Kathy grow gobs of produce and harvest eggs from their gazillion chickens... who really funked up the atmosphere around our Corn Hole challenge.
Here's the thing, as much as I appreciate the simplistic beauty of bucolic life and am grateful to those who dedicate their lives to feeding others through their perpetual daily labor, I am and always shall be an urban suburbanite. I like the fact our neighbors are within reach. I like being able to walk to restaurants and shops. I like being ten minutes away from the city and all it's wonderful cultural amenities.
Visiting the family's pastoral homestead or Beets north 40 spread is like taking a welcomed mini respite to commune with nature, but after an afternoon I itch for my urban dwelling. Literally. My head itches from all the bugs and shit.
My name is Murray and I am a city girl through and through.
Okay, so Geo and I went to a family graduation party up North at his cousin's farm. It's a gorgeous, wide open expanse perched on the crest of a hill under a big sky overlooking a neighboring farm. Ken was an organic farmer long before it became all the rage. He took a leap of faith almost 20 years ago, quit his day job and devoted his life to agriculture. He and Kathy grow gobs of produce and harvest eggs from their gazillion chickens... who really funked up the atmosphere around our Corn Hole challenge.
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| chicks taking in the Corn Hole contest while simultaneously "fowling" up the ozone (I know. groan) |
Here's the thing, as much as I appreciate the simplistic beauty of bucolic life and am grateful to those who dedicate their lives to feeding others through their perpetual daily labor, I am and always shall be an urban suburbanite. I like the fact our neighbors are within reach. I like being able to walk to restaurants and shops. I like being ten minutes away from the city and all it's wonderful cultural amenities.
Visiting the family's pastoral homestead or Beets north 40 spread is like taking a welcomed mini respite to commune with nature, but after an afternoon I itch for my urban dwelling. Literally. My head itches from all the bugs and shit.
My name is Murray and I am a city girl through and through.
Sunday, June 19, 2011
Late Late Night Shenanigans
or the irresistible silliness of Craig Ferguson
Okay, so let me just say how much I love Craig Ferguson. His sharp wit and completely irreverent sense of humor is right up my proverbial alley. And then there's his delicious Scottish brogue that makes the utterance of any off-color, dihrrrty words charming.
To me, one of the funniest things to watch is a performer succumbing to a completely ridiculous moment, breaking down into uncontrollable laughter. It's contagious and endearing and funny as hell. Mere mortals can't help but get swept up in its tide. My favorite moments in the Carol Burnet show were when Tim Conway finally made Harvey Corman break down in front of that live audience. Genius.
Back in May, Ferguson and his animatron sidekick, Geoff Peterson, had an unscripted encounter that left Ferguson crying from laughter within the first 20 minutes of the show. The first half of his show is some of the funniest, zaniest stuff on the boob tube, but it's on so late for me it may as well be broadcast on Mars. A friend at work shared this clip with me. Enjoy!
Geoff you magnificent mechanical bastard! It almost makes me wish I worked overnights. Almost. C'mon. I'm not that nuts, yo.
BALLS
or the irresistible silliness of Craig Ferguson
Okay, so let me just say how much I love Craig Ferguson. His sharp wit and completely irreverent sense of humor is right up my proverbial alley. And then there's his delicious Scottish brogue that makes the utterance of any off-color, dihrrrty words charming.
To me, one of the funniest things to watch is a performer succumbing to a completely ridiculous moment, breaking down into uncontrollable laughter. It's contagious and endearing and funny as hell. Mere mortals can't help but get swept up in its tide. My favorite moments in the Carol Burnet show were when Tim Conway finally made Harvey Corman break down in front of that live audience. Genius.
Back in May, Ferguson and his animatron sidekick, Geoff Peterson, had an unscripted encounter that left Ferguson crying from laughter within the first 20 minutes of the show. The first half of his show is some of the funniest, zaniest stuff on the boob tube, but it's on so late for me it may as well be broadcast on Mars. A friend at work shared this clip with me. Enjoy!
Geoff you magnificent mechanical bastard! It almost makes me wish I worked overnights. Almost. C'mon. I'm not that nuts, yo.
BALLS
Friday, June 17, 2011
Friday Video
In Which Sometimes The Wisest Words Come From The Funniest People
Okay, so Conan O'Brien was chosen to present the commencement address to this year's graduating class of Dartmouth University. As expected, he dispensed heaps of humor, teased the President of the College by referring to him as "Stinky Pete" and took digs at Jay Leno.
What wasn't expected was the uncharted depth, dignity and profundity by which he concluded his remarks. His retelling of his journey over the last two turbulent years of his life and career is some of the best advice ever bestowed upon any graduates or human beings, for that matter.
"It is our failure to become our perceived ideal that ultimately defines us and makes us unique. It's not easy, but if you accept your misfortune and handle it right, your perceived failure can become a catalyst for profound reinvention."
"Whether you fear it (failure) or not, disappointment will come. The beauty is that through disappointment, you can gain clarity, and through clarity comes conviction and true originality."
"I'd like to end my address by breaking a taboo by quoting myself from 17 months ago. At the end of my final program with NBC, just before signing off I said work hard, be kind and amazing things will happen."
Sound advice for all of us.
In Which Sometimes The Wisest Words Come From The Funniest People
Okay, so Conan O'Brien was chosen to present the commencement address to this year's graduating class of Dartmouth University. As expected, he dispensed heaps of humor, teased the President of the College by referring to him as "Stinky Pete" and took digs at Jay Leno.
What wasn't expected was the uncharted depth, dignity and profundity by which he concluded his remarks. His retelling of his journey over the last two turbulent years of his life and career is some of the best advice ever bestowed upon any graduates or human beings, for that matter.
"It is our failure to become our perceived ideal that ultimately defines us and makes us unique. It's not easy, but if you accept your misfortune and handle it right, your perceived failure can become a catalyst for profound reinvention."
"Whether you fear it (failure) or not, disappointment will come. The beauty is that through disappointment, you can gain clarity, and through clarity comes conviction and true originality."
"I'd like to end my address by breaking a taboo by quoting myself from 17 months ago. At the end of my final program with NBC, just before signing off I said work hard, be kind and amazing things will happen."
Sound advice for all of us.
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