Amy Winehouse

It takes me, half an hour to write a verse
He makes me imagine it from bad to worse
My weakness for the other sex
Every time his shoulders flex
The way the shirt hangs off his back
My train of thought spins right off track

Amy Amy Amy
Although I've been here before
Amy Amy Amy
He's just to hard to ignore
Masculine he spins a spell
I think he'd wear me very well
Amy Amy Amy
Where's my morel parallel

I've loved her. I've cried for her. I've known people in trouble like her. Don't judge her. Maybe you know what it's like to struggle, maybe you don't. Leave her be. Let her rest now.

If you're a fan, listen to Frank front to back - back to front.

Joy

stolen from this adorable web site

Declarations:

1. Do at least one post with no pet photos. Try.
2. Go outside even though you are bitching non-stop about the 118 degree heat index. Do it.
3. Cook more, don't lie, you remember how. Don't worry that someone in the house won't eat it. He'll find something.
4. Take your vitamins. Do it. Don't you ever want to feel better? Hmm?
5. Simplify. More complicated does not equal better evolved.
6. Yes, it's true, there are things that rule that aren't always controllable. Deal and roll. ROLL BABY!
7. Be happy. You can do it.
8. Get it back. It hasn't been gone that long, you'll find it out there somewhere (I'm talking about my joy).

Those of you that are still reading over here; I appreciate you so much. It's easy to hang out with someone that's fun and frolicky, but depth of character stands out when you support that same person that is stumbling and needing a hand.

Let's applaud with your hand and my hand. I don't want to be smaltzy, but all ya all rock my mind.

smooches

Sunday in the Jungle

Yep. It's true.

It's 98 degrees today. Heat index 116. Dew point at 81. This is the WEIRDEST summer. I'm BUMMED a bit because when you go outside you are heat-blasted. I have been in the house all day today!

And the thought of working tomorrow in the non-air conditioned Cave makes me cry. I think I'll hang out in the office and only go cave-dwelling when absolutely necessary. SIGH

Cutest two cats in the world. I think Deekers (on right) looks just like Stan Laurel. It's a weird comparison, but I'm weird.

Best dinner in the world. I thought I died and went to Grok heaven.

Cutest dog in the world wants a bite. I shared. You know I'm nice. Sometimes.

Georgie can melt even the coldest of hearts. He's had a rough weekend since he had to stay indoors as well. That just about kills him. And there were storms Friday night and Saturday night. He's very afraid of storms.

Give him a little hug my hooches, but don't feel too sorry for him, he had lots of wonderful beef fat for dessert.

Smooches.

Hey Hey We're the Monkees!

Photo courtesy of my very own Bella. She attended an event called, I believe, Convergence. What that exactly is, I don't know. Even when she explains it to me I don't know.

But check out this example of the cool cats, or mitigating monkeys as it were, that attended. Many many peeps attend in costume. Do you wonder if their butts have big red smiles as well?

Bella wore a costume as well. I'm hoping she will share a photo with me.

Thrifting a Go-Go

It was actually last week, but check out how amazing this find looks after some elbow polishing and love love love.

These two little adorables are heavy my brotha. HEAVY! I-could-use-them-as-personal-weapons-of-singular-destruction heavy. Love them!

What's heavy in your universe? Summer chugging along delightfully? I knew it!

smooches all you gorgeous hooches

Make Yourself at Home

Quotes

Why are you trying so hard to fit in when you were born to stand out?
~Ian Wallace

Being naked approaches being revolutionary; going barefoot is mere populism.
~John Updike

Everyone seems normal until we get to know them.
~Anonymous

The one on the right is my daughter's cat.

She stays with us from time to time while the daughter is out of town. Lorenzo is a 20-something woman with millions of friends and a social calendar that makes me exhausted just thinking about it.

Her cat, therefore, does not live here, but every time she comes she has no problem inserting herself directly into the ebb and flow of daily life here.

Her first objective is to make the other critters in the house (George and Calvin naturally - I am to guess Pup and I as well) know that she is here. She rubs on George's toys, she finds her scratching pad and lays on it, she claims me as her "human," she scampers about making curmudgeonly Calvin play with her.

I kinda love this about her and find that all of us need this personality trait. It makes her utterly charming. Would it work for the rest of us as well?