Seven Minutes In Heaven

Have I ever mentioned before on this blog here that I'm gonna marry Stevie Nicks. I sometimes forget to bring this up when I meet new people. I realized that I was going to marry her when I was about twelve years old, so at this point in my life it's such a given that I forget that not everybody knows this about me... I'm gonna marry Stevie Nicks someday. Don't know when. Have to meet her first. She has some top-notch security working for her, but I'm nothing if not tenacious. And lacking in common sense. And I've pretty much convinced everyone who's known me for more than a few years that this is going to happen at some point in the future, so when the black-laced trimmed wedding invites show up in their mailboxes one day they'll give a quick look and just say, "I think I'm free that day." Plus, you're all invited as well.

Why do I bring this up now? Because I just found this six minute and fifty-one second long clip of Stevie standing in a recording booth and not doing much of nothing but looking pretty, singing the words "Ooooh, yeah" a couple of times and bouncing. Oh, how she bounces...

If you love Stevie as much as I do (and I know that you do not, because you're not the one who's gonna marry her one day!) then you'll stay glued to this vid until the very end. Those non-Stevie lovers among you will be bored within the first eleven seconds, so you should just go meander through the links section and come back here another day...

'Cause Moody's How I Feel

I'm not usually one to let the weather affect my general disposition, I'm much too self-involved for most external things to have any bearing on my life at all. Everything outside of a 1/2 foot radius of myself is pretty much just a meaningless blur of shapes and colors which only catch my attentions when they wave food or money beneath my nose. This past week has been a whole 'nother story... a couple of weeks into Spring and we're still getting nothing but gloomy, overcast days full of drizzle, sleet, hail and 30 degree temperatures. I'm over all this and have been over it since late February and now it's gone past being a minor annoyance and has put me into a foul, dark mood for this whole week passed. I'm just wandering the city streets looking for people to yell at and when that fails I start looking for kitties and fluffy bunnies and seeing if I can make them cry.

We're heading into the second week of April and I need to be sitting in the garden sipping my icy cold mint juleps while fanning myself and humming soft hymns to the evening stars and instead I'm huddled up in the pouring rain thinking up new and poetic ways to besmirch the names of various deities every time another gutter full of ice water splashes down the back of my neck. Fie!

But the flowers are beginning to bloom in spite of the weather so yesterday afternoon I thumbed my nose at pneumonia and went outside to commune with the garden. And I found that the garden looked as soggy, rusted and mildew covered as I felt...

This last picture is dedicated to the strange little girl who followed me around the Goodwill store the other day screaming "The eensy, beansy spider climbed up the water spout..." over and over and over again until I finally had to scream, "It's 'itsy-bitsy' you idiot!"

Sorry about the whole 'making you screech and run away' thing, strange little girl.

Things Found In A Thrift Store Baggie

A $1.00 baggie hasn't brought this much fun since the early 1970's...

These books are full of other people's spit.

Apart from the vision of Reddy Kilowatt in a French maid's outfit, the strangest thing about this mish-mash of 'Up With Electricity' clip art is the fact that it's the centerfold spread of an otherwise Reddy-free church auxillary cookbook. So random...


Tell him I sent you.

April Foolery