bike love

Cyclerpillar by Rebecca Wessels

Purchased by Adam at ARTCRANK for the baby's room.


baby einstein

The books all say, "Sing to your baby!"
(even in utero)
I'm guessing they have in mind something like nursery rhymes and gentle Burt Bacharach crooning.

Instead, I've had The Whole Damn Thing by Those Darlins clanging around in my brain for the past three days, the chorus of which goes a little something like this:

I got drunk and I ate a chicken.
I ate a chicken I found in my kitchen.

Not just a leg and not just a wing.
I'd like to let you know that I ate the whole damn thing.
If you swap out 'hungry' for 'drunk', then it kind of seems like a suitable pregnancy song, if you ask me. Maybe we'll stick with that kid-friendly version once he's out of the womb.


getting on the bandwagon

1. It turns out that working from home everyday turns me into a really boring person. A boring person with nothing to blog about except my pets and I try, I really do try, to keep that in check.

So, hence the silence of late.

2. If you don't have anything nice to say don't say anything at all. that is why I have refrained from complaining publicly about why I have had to sort of stop reading a few of the "big" blogs that I used to follow. Most of it has to do with things getting stale, and/or everyone wanting their blog to be everything all at once. I am business person/writer/mom/designer/cook/blogger! (not that I never fall prey to that! glass houses!)

3. I fear the bandwagon to the point that it makes me annoyingly scornful. Sometimes. A lot. It is one of my character flaws. Raise your hand if you are judgmental out of deep buried insecurities!

All of that just as lead up to this, my main point. This lady over here, she does lots of things that are inspiring lots of people to go out and do their own inspiring things. It is all so optimistic and cheery & funded by advertisers that the jaded black shriveled wretch that is my insides wants to hate it all. Except this one part where every week she takes time to toast a few, small bits of wonderful.

Because the thing is, despite all my big talk, I love the little things to. They are what get me through the day. Vegetables inadvertently chopped in rainbow order! Being trapped in a doorway during a downpour. Full ice cube trays.

So, I am thinking that, in an attempt to Focus On the Positive! I shall join in the movement and give some sort of regular thanks.


Today I am fueled by grey t-shirts & pierogies.



This is where I am from:

Do you notice how there is water EVERYWHERE?

In hot summery weather like we're having now it is so hard to be so far away from home, a place where people just keep their bathing suits in the car, because chances are you're going to drive by water at some point in time during the day, so why not stop for a quick dip?

I also used to live here for a long time:
That there's the ocean.

And for a while we lived here:

Or, more specifically, here:
It was grand. I saw the ocean from my back door.

This is where I live now:
There are tons of great things about living in St. Louis, but proximity to large bodies of water is not one of them. And no, the rivers don't count.

I think I miss the smell of water as much as I miss seeing it. But I miss being in it most of all.