Went to lunch at Pearl’s today.
Surrounded by obnoxious colors,hundreds of hot sauce and Jim Bean bottles, I got to sit with my honey and listen to greats like Louis Armstrong, Sidney Bichet, and Bessie Smith while I ate WONDERFUL food.
Mmm chicken florentine… I love it.
Cherry pecan bread pudding… warm yummy goodness.
Pearl’s has a unique (obnoxious) style of decor, right up my ally.
It was a good day. I skipped work… I am a naughty girl.
It was worth it.
One of my favorite movie moments is the scene in Funny Girl, where Fanny decides she is going to get more from her life. She is going to have it all.
Don’t tell me not to live, just sit and putter,
Life’s candy and the sun’s a ball of butter.
Don’t bring around a cloud to rain on my parade.
Don’t tell me not to fly– I’ve simply got to.
If someone takes a spill, it’s me and not you.
Who told you you’re allowed to rain on my parade!
I’ll march my band out, I’ll beat my drum,
And if I’m fanned out, Your turn at bat, sir.
At least I didn’t fake it.
Hat, sir, I guess I didn’t make it!
But whether I’m the rose of sheer perfection,
Or freckle on the nose of life’s complexion,
The cinder or the shiny apple of its eye,
I gotta fly once, I gotta try once,
Only can die once, right, sir?
Ooh, love is juicy, juicy, and you see
I gotta have my bite, sir!
Get ready for me, love, ’cause I’m a “comer”
I simply gotta march, my heart’s a drummer.
Don’t bring around a cloud to rain on my parade!
I’m gonna live and live now,
Get what I want–I know how,
One roll for the whole shebang,
One throw, that bell will go clang,
Eye on the target–and wham–
One shot, one gun shot, and bam–
Hey, Mister Arnstein, here I am!
I’ll march my band out, I will beat my drum,
And if I’m fanned out, your turn at bat, sir,
At least I didn’t fake it.
Hat, sir, I guess I didn’t make it.
Get ready for me, love, ’cause I’m a “comer”
I simply gotta march, my heart’s a drummer.
Nobody, no, nobody
Is gonna rain on my parade!
I would say it is probably my favorite musical moment in a film.
What’s yours?
I don’t prepare.
I am not good at getting ready for things.
I am a fly by the seat of my pants, roll with the punches kind of gal.
So what I did today surprises me…
I bought my tickets for the NMC Barbecue in May. It seems so odd to me, that I know where I am going to be and what I am going to be doing on a certain day. I guess it has happened before, I know I have a doctor’s appointment next Tuesday… I knew where I was going to be on the day of my wedding, and my graduation… in fact I go to the Barbecue every year I am here, so I know I was going even before I bought the tickets.
The difference is that I didn’t THINK about it. Maybe I am more of a planner then I give myself credit for.
I am VERY excited for my trip to see Seedsower in June, I guess I would go so far as to say I am planning that. We know that we are going into New York to visit the Xanga offices one day! YEA! But other than that it is all up in the air and open to the possibilities. I like it that way.
I like not scheduling every moment of my time and seeing what’s happening when I get there. Bumps in the road don’t phase me either, that used to not be true, but now I am more “If life gives you lemons… “
I wonder how many more aphorisms I can sneak in…
Do you like to plan things?
How do you handle it when a wrench gets thrown into your plans? (see I did it again )
Its been a busy day today. The kids had fun.
Hope your having fun.
Well I broke it to the monsters. They each cried a bit, but have now moved on. We are going with a tasteful box in the garage. Thanks or all of the suggestions and kind thoughts. He lived a very full hamster life even escaping and exploring the house for a few weeks upon one occasion, It must have been like the hamster version of touring Europe.
I woke up this morning and went to get him his breakfast, as I often do. I gave him a poke when it was done and something didn’t feel right,Instead of stretching and greeting me like he always does, he was stiff and cold. I poked him again just to be sure and then I dropped the breakfast and ran.
He’s up there right now, all cold and dead. I didn’t tell the kids, I sent them off to school, allowing them to make it through their day in blissful ignorance. What am I going to do? I can’t bury him out side, the ground is all hard and frozen. He is way to big to flush down the toilet, and I am NOT chopping him into little pieces. It just seems so undignified to shove him in a trash bag. It’s cold enough out that he would freeze, maybe I should just stick him in a box in the garage and wait for spring, no one would know.
I am not used to this. I’ve never had one die on me, now my sister, she used to kill them all of the time.
R.I.P. Dragon *sigh*
Guys… condolences aren’t necessary… He was like 80 in hamster years and I know all about the circle of life.
He’s in a happy hamster place I’m sure.
My valentine gift to you… It’s oh so fun, once you start it’s hard to stop!
I am a fan of the manic mode. If you are at work… beware of the sound, you might want to turn it down before you click.
I’m just hanging around today playing with Photoshop…
I am discovering that if you don’t use it you lose it…
Time to refresh my brain.
************EDIT**********
Craftea has doors up!
Working today.
It’s fun, I think.
Wanna know my play list so far?
Carly Simon-Reflections
Chicago-Greatest hits
Cat Steven-Tea for the Tillerman
Oingo Boingo- Dead Man’s Party
Wicked-the broadway soundtrack
When I am working I put on an album and listen to the whole thing then change to something else.
Sometimes I listen to the same album over and Over and OVER.
Okay back to work.
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