Two things that it's very important you know before I go to bed:

Slugs look like snails with no home on their back.

Having the Weather Channel on makes me feel like I'm in a hotel.

That is all, goodnight.

art is art

Oh, Sarah Jessica Parker, I really want to apologize. I mean, you wear one outfit that is just a little different and you get put on all the worst dressed lists for the next two years. Seriously, y'all, let's just lay off for a second. Let's go over the facts: It is a dress. It is a couture dress made by Alexander McQueen, who is very out there, yes, but who is first and formeost an artist. It is a costume-esque dress, which is fine for someone going to the 'Costume institue party of the year'.

Here, let me show you:


It's a little shocking, it's a little jarring, it's worth a second look. We can't forget that fashion is an art. Some clothes are more art pieces than actually wearable, functioning garments. I think McQueen does something wonderful by blending a littel heritage, a little whimsey, some punk rock, and adds a person well-renowned for her fashion sense to wear it.

In the end, I really do enjoy looking at this dress. When I saw it yesterday on yet another TV show about fashion disasters I just had to ask, Did you even look at the dress? Or did you just catch a glimpse, call it 'different' and immediately throw it in the discard pile. Are we actually judging things on their merits, or have we all become twelve year olds, deeming things 'strange and therefore stupid' or 'like us and cool'?

Somehow this rant became a little more about art, and a little less about a dress.
And a whole heck of a lot more about life than about Sarah Jessica Parker.

Whut?

And I'm still not sure what happened

Today at work, a client called all of us racist.


On the upside check out some of these cool things we have gotten recently for our house:

The softest, most amazing pillowcases I've ever had.

The nice modern lamp.

A nice comfy, squishy soft throw that is the same color as the cats.

Some neat decorative things for the wonderful bookshelves Ben built from this
place.

Finally found the right curtains.

And a couple of vintage school chairs from a neat place called Encore.

Our back room looks like a nice place to hang out now. And after a day like today, I will need a place to go and sit, and be quiet.

Lordy.

a hollywood starlet

If I was famous and a girl and the age I am now,(two outta three) no doubt I would be answering countless questions about why I turned out okay and other 'young hollywood starlets' can't seem to get their act together. I would be real annoyed if I was consistently having to answer that question any time I was being interviewd. Especially because the press seems to think that other girls that aren't in rehab, aren't in custody battles, or aren't in jail have nothing better to do or talk about then the ones that are in rehab, custody battles, or jail. And they ask these questions in such odd places, like asking Michelle Pfieffer when she got her Hollywood Star and they're asking her is she has advice for Lindsey Lohan. Like Michelle is just sitting around the house thinking 'What could I do for that poor girl who I really don't know, and whose troubles really have nothing to do with me.'

Perhaps the press just assume the famous are just one big happy family and therefore could and should comment on eachother's life. Often.

Poor Anne Hathaway is doing the rounds for her new movie 'Becoming Jane' She gets asked everytime 'How did you turn out so well, and these other girls didn't?' I would be tired of that if I were her. And you can't just out and out be rude and say 'I don't care' or, 'Becuase they're idiots and I'm not', you have to be all polite and diplomatic.

Effin' media.

So ends another season

Camp is over for the year and here are some pics of what became my favorite place while I was there, the prayer chapel.

And then it happens to you

I have never been particularly fond of babies. I am not one of those people that goes up to strangers and asks them questions about their kid in the stroller. I don't go 'OOOOOoooo' and 'AAhhhhh' over little pics of babies. But then....

My sister had her baby at 7:40 am on Wednesday, August 8th. I went to see her but I didn't hold her because I was a little sick, and didn't want to do anything to this precious little thing. So I got to hold her yesterday and I put her head in the bend of my arm and looked down at this thing that my sister and her husband had made...and I cried.

I have prayed for this little girl since before her parents announced she was coming. I have felt her moving in her mom's stomach, I knew her name for months before I saw her face. I prayed for her at night, in the morning, during the day. All the while the Lord was forming her, stretching her, and making her this perfect little being with unflawed skin,long eyelashes, and three cowlicks on her head.

I love her with an overwhelming, beautiful, 'where-the-heck-did-this-come-from' kind of love.

mailbox

Dear Nancy Grace -
Your obsession over crive and violence in this country is not making anything better. You, in, fact, are making it worse. Your sensationalism of the most awful things that take place is not only disturbing, but also what I would consider trash TV. Why anyone would want to wathc you rehash the same things over and over...well, it's beyond me. And why you choose to intersperse that with three hour long stints of coverage of stars in rehab, well, that's anyone's guess. Please stop hounding me to watch you. Please stop telling me every grizzly detail of what's going on. I would prefer not to know. And yes, I know I can change the channel, which I always do when you're leering face comes on, but I really just don't see the value of what you do in general. Sorry.

Not buying the fear you are marketing,
Me


Dear icanhascheezburger.com,
Thank you for making my life better.

kthxbai-
me