it's a convoluted mess
I found the theme song for Matt and Alison. I’m not entirely sure why this song struck me as their song, but I was listening to Matchbox Twenty’s North album yesterday whilst writing and when Our Song came on it caught my attention. So I backed it up and actually paid attention to the lyrics. They are rather fitting to the situation. And then I proceeded to listen to it about twenty times in a… Keep reading…Chasing fault lines…
1.) It’s November. What. The hell. 2.) The first Winter! Storm! Watch! of the season has been issued. Joy. (And by “joy” I mean “EFFFF UUUUUUUUUUU”) 3.) Took Joel in for an oil change. He needs a new battery and a new alternator. ZOMG!YAY! (And by “ZOMG!YAY!” I mean “Goddammit, Joel.”) 4.) There was some other bullet point I was going to write here, but my mind went completely blank on what it was by… Keep reading…Waiting on a cue…
This was Sunday… Joel the Obstinate and Cursed Jetta has been an ornery cuss since spring when he started having problems getting started. If he sat more than two weeks without being driven, he needed to be jumped. Then it started dwindling to less than two weeks, and finally a week after his last jump, he wouldn’t start at all. The battery is only two years old. The original lasted me eight years. Bob’s dad… Keep reading…Find the edge of the world…
I really do love the smell of fresh liner notes. Right up there with new books. — New Constellation Toad the Wet Sprocket
We like lemon around here. Especially lemon bars. But lemon bars can be time consuming and sometimes a person doesn’t want to wait forever for the lemon bars to set up. The original recipe called these “Cakey Lemon Bar Brownies” or “Lemon Brownies” … as in flavor like a lemon bar, texture of a cakey brownie. But since there is no chocolate involved, it’s not really a brownie. It’s a blondie. Lemon Blondies. Lemon Blondies… Keep reading…Lemon Blondies…
Actually, no it doesn’t. It’s only 32 degrees outside. Dang. I had a dream about kissing Matt Nathanson. It was incredibly awkward. His wife was there and got [justifiably] pissed off. Matt didn’t seem to care (his actual words were I don’t care), but she started hucking Little Golden Books at me frisbee-style. Those suckers have sharp corners. Bob called me a home wrecker. In real life. Not the dream. He was conveniently missing in… Keep reading…Feels like summer…