Her Name is Alice

I am so excited! Honestly, in all the years Moose (aka James) has been producing music with a variety of bands, this one, Mirrors, is THE one!!!!!

http://www.myspace.com/mirrorsband

I am listening to "Her Name is Alice" and I find myself near tears. Am I pathetic? Okay, maybe a tad. But you must understand, James has been involved in some amazing bands in the past and I always KNEW he would make something happen. But there is a maturity about this band, Mirrors, that is different.

Anywho, if you haven't heard them, NOW IS THE TIME!

They are playing 3 shows soon. The one Jim and I will attend is at the Ash Street Saloon, but Sarah, Haley and others will hit the Satyricon gig. The Tonic Lounge is an option, but it will be their first live show, so the band is not too quick to promote that one.

Mirrors is currently #32 on the Daily Chorus top 40 unsigned bands list. Good God! You must read the review, dammit, I'm teary again...

Happy Birthday Moose!

What a Rip!

So Hopper, (aka Haley) Jim and I headed out to Best Buy yesterday to see about getting her 6 month old camera repaired. We gave it to her at Christmas. The L.E.D. panel died a short time ago and then while we were in "Wibbey", or Whidbey Island for those that insist on proper names, the whole thing just stopped working. Very frustrating.
But we bought it at Best Buy and seeing as it is a new camera we assumed a repair would be reasonable, possibly covered under the warranty.
What maddness! To think such utter nonsense! Silly us.
NOTHING is covered and to repair it would actually cost nearly as much as the camera itself. The best part of the conversation with the "Geek Squad" (and... may I say DAMN, they really are geeks) was we were told if we got it repaired the WARRANTY WOULD NO LONGER BE GOOD. What?
Anywho, no camera for Hopper. 'Tis a sad, sad Hopper.

See Spot run. Run Spot run. Spot! Stop humping the cat!

Remedial reading you ask?
What does that have to do with the price of beans? What is she talkin' 'bout?
Well I'll tell ya. I just got caught reading a LARGE PRINT book, that's what I'm talkin' 'bout sucka. (Good grief, no more gangsta talk, I promise)
The other day Jon picked up the book I'm reading, and right there on the spine, in humungus print, it says LARGE PRINT. Jon just sorta gives me a look. Something between a, "Oh God this is funny" and "Oh God, you poor thing." Twas not a nice look.
So the secret is out. Susie Q reads LARGE PRINT books now. My mom did too, so there. But seriously folks, it's been a while since I'd really gotten into a book and I was thinking, what's up with that? I love reading. I read the paper and do a Bible study every morning, do the crossword everday, and read the awesome blogs of my friends and family. Yet it had been far too long since I'd immersed myself in a good book and it was kinda sad.
Then, Jim and I went to the new Hillsboro Library in Dawson Creek. First may I say, if you haven't gone, by all means get your sorry a$$e$ there pronto, 'tis a thing a beauty! Anywho, I'm strolling along, just loving the whole experience, books everywhere, it's magical. Hunted down Papa's books, (I love doing that, and yes, "Elsa" is there, but not "Diesel Death", he promises to rectify that soon), and I stumble upon "The Difference Between You and Me" by Kathleen DeMarco. I cracked it open to read a few lines of dialogue, THE most telling part of a book and the best way to decide if it's a keeper, and realized the print was massive, AND I could READ it!
Now I'm not saying I can't read smaller print, but it gives me a headache. Reading glasses just make me a tiny bit sick and don't really help that much. It's not a matter of focus really, oh I don't know. But since then, I've read several books and I'm as happy as a clam. (Such an odd saying, what makes a clam happy? But, I digress...)
So make fun of me all you want, (and you know you will) I am back reading novels again and I'm just tickled pink.

I Have a Zombie in My Bedroom!

I admit, it is my own doing. I medicated Jim into a coma. In my defense, he was useless anyway, the allergies had turned him into a snotty, red eyed, cranky pain in the butt. I am a horrible person with zero compassion, I know that's what you're thinking! But you know the real Jim, funny, kind, cute. Not the "Allergy Jim", oh no, this is a different beast all together.

He had taken, not one, not two, but three alegras yesterday, utterly useless! He drove a million miles, (from around 9 am until after 5pm, from King City to Astoria to Clakskanie and back...) and I was worried he'd crash into a tree or "sumpin"! Seriously!

So when we got home from church last night, I insisted he try a benadril or two. He took two. He fell asleep at 10pm, and I had to wake him at 9:30 this morning!

But the crap worked! He was, albeit fuzzy, a nice guy again! So I gave him two more this morning! Thank God he doesn't HAVE to work today, cause it's out of the question! He just woke up again (it's 1pm) and walked by, his hair sticking straight up, groggy, but JIM! He looked at me and muttered,"Don't squeeze the Charmin" and just kept walking. I laughed for 5 minutes!

I Can't Jump Rope!

I know what you're thinking, why on earth would a 50 year old woman even WANT to jump rope? Fair question, it does boggle the mind a bit. But I found myself still looking for something to do after a quick workout this morning and saw the jump rope just sitting there taunting me. I knew I could DO it, it just wouldn't be pretty.
Well, it wasn't! I promise to never do it again. Things were just a' jigglin. Sad day.

The U-Haul Experience

Ah the fragrance, the amibiance, the purr of the motor, the hum of the radio...
yeah not in the piece we rented to move the "Shley of the A" and "the Moose" to their new digs. (That would be Ashley and James for those out of the loop)
The U-Haul's odor was especially ripe, a mixture of oh say, wet dog and a$$. Trully unforgettable I must say. The ambiance...just foul, filth and fungus.
I love that you have to sign your life away to rent one of these heaps, agreeing to return it clean, (ha!) and undented, (there was scarcely an inch of undented exterior). I almost felt sorry for the poor engine as it panted and sputtered, it was sufferin' I tell you! The steering wheel had a lovely squeel to it each and everytime it turned aaaannnndddd the radio was broken! (This was a sad day for us as we sat in the cab, Jim, Haley and I, DESPERATELY wanting some lively Mexican polka music to accompany our ride.)
But we survived and now James and Ashley are living in a really nice apartment overlooking the gorgeous Oregon treeline. It really is beautiful!
No more smelly, scary elevator! (First time I rode the thing alone, I couldn't figure out how to open the door. Scared the crap out of me!)
No more urinating homeless guys, or good grief, homeless wanking guys peeking in a window, (just heard that fun story today)... No more having to call the cops every few nights 'cause some poor slob was getting the holy tar beat out of him.
Good times, good times.

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