Treasure!

I found this on my work computer. It must be from the lady that worked here before me. Her work ethic was clearly just as powerful as mine.

Enjoy!



THE BEACH DREAM



I stood watching my wife standing between the drapery and the window overlooking the beach. It always makes me proud to know she belongs to me. She is so beautiful and competent. Since my marriage five years ago, my house and affairs are in perfect order.

The early years had been difficult in some respects. Her opinion of proper behavior and decorum were sometimes at odds with mine. One of the biggest contentions was her hair. She has very curly black hair and I insisted that she wear it up and pinned securely. In the end she saw I was right and conformed to my ways. Then everything was as it should be. She did not smile very much but I think living at the beach can be a bit depressing with all the fog and such.

As I stood watching her, I noticed that her face became slightly flushed and looked out the window to see what she saw. A man was riding past. All I could see was a blur of a form and coattails billowing behind and then he was gone into the fog.

I called her name and she turned quickly looking back over her shoulder at the waves and the departing fog. We resumed our usual routine.

On the 8th of July 1875, I returned home in the middle of the day that was not my custom.

She was standing in the same place, looking at the beach with her hair flowing down her back. I chastised her and insisted she put her hair back up. She stared at me for a minute, smiled a dazzling smile, and ran out the door towards the beach with me following her.

It was not long before the fog engulfed us and I had to stand still to hear where she was. All I could hear were the sound of hooves and a rush of air as the horse and horseman passed me. I twirled around calling her name and there was no response.

The fog began to lift as the tide came in and all I could ever find were her small footprints going into the water.

Hair Bow

I am determined to figure out how to make myself one of these. I know I'm super late to the game on the whole Lady Gaga thing. But wow. This hair bow is awesome and I feel like I'm crafty enough to make this happen. Right? Right? Also, big ups to Princess Pony Party Amazing! for writing about Lady Gaga and making me laugh my ass off.

Also, I did a couple things to the house this weekend that I need to do write-ups on, but I don't have pictures yet. I feel like writing about my crafty projects without posting pictures of at least the results is a waste of my time and yours. So! Soon ye shall see some new posts on crap I did at my house. But not now. Now you will help me figure out exactly how to make a bow out of fake hair. Yes. That's what you'll do.

Or maybe I can use my own hair? I have super thick hair and I could make a mini bow using what god gave me. Yes, maybe that's the answer.

If I get this figured out you can be sure I will post pictures.

For now, please do enjoy:

Boompa

This is a picture of a picture (photo by my dad) of my Boompa (paternal grandfather) when he was a little boy. Boompa is the cutie on the right. My great uncle Bruce is the cutie on the left. The handsome man holding them is their daddy, William McKinley Robison. William was a detective in Los Angeles in the 1930's. Before that he was a cowboy in New Mexico. Pretty badass, huh?

Been thinking about family a lot lately. I'm a lucky lady.

Bosley and the Cats would be a great band name.

As the partner of an avid record collector and music buff, I have found my own interest in music slipping over the last few years. You might think that the opposite would happen, maybe I’d get super in to music and music collecting and my husband and I would happily spend hours in record stores together. Not so.

Brad and I have such different taste in music, and he is so domineering with his music choices, that I usually just let him have full control of the stereo. The only time I get to listen to my own music is on my 10 minute drive to and from work and for the couple hours on weekend mornings when he is still sleeping. Maybe I’m in the mood for Peaches or maybe I’m in the mood for Dolly. Chances are, I’ll be listening to Madonna and Tina at some point on a Sunday morning.

I used to spend so much energy and so many damn dollars trying to stay on top of what was cool. Now I just listen to my old records and dance around the house with Bosley and the cats while Brad is still sawing logs. Or, if he’s awake, I try to ignore the fact that Brad is listening to Pavement for the 100th time and I go about my business. Not that I don’t like any of Brad’s music. He’s introduced me to a lot of cool stuff. He’s also introduced me to a lot of dude music that I could really do without. Mothers of Invention? Yeah, no.

There are certain current artists that I know I love and when they release something I will make a point to purchase it. Peaches newest album kicks ass and so does the Yeah Yeah Yeahs latest release. I just don’t go looking for new bands to like. They have to be dropped in my lap.

If a friend wants to burn me a CD they think I would like, that’s great. I just don’t feel like putting in the money and effort it takes to find new music when I know I’ll rarely get the chance to listen to it. This might bother some people, but eh. I’m cool with it. I’m a lazy person and making sure I know about all the good music out there sounds like a lot of work.

If you’re a total music nerd or you want to be hipped to stuff you should be listening to, you should check out Brad’s Stallion Alert blog. He’s going through all his albums one by one and writing reviews on them. He’s a writer/editor by trade, so it’s quality stuff. Even if you don’t like or don’t know the album he’s writing about, it’s still entertaining. He has a way with words, which is why I fell in love with the doofus in the first place.

Since Brad is such an avid music collector, for his birthday this month I am accompanying him to The Eugene Record Convention. I have no idea how long we will be in that meeting room in the Hilton flipping through records, but I get the feeling it will be long enough to constitute the 2 hour drive to Eugene from Portland and back. So, to keep myself occupied I’ve decided to make a list of cheap records to look for so I can try not to get bananacakes with boredom while Brad spends our mortgage payment on more music.

When it comes to cheap records, I’m always on the lookout for Madonna, Tina Turner and Dolly Parton. Are they any other artists that have been around for a while that I need to own? I’m looking for records that would be in the dollar bin, not stuff that I have to drop 20 bones on. I’m already thinking I should be more aware of Dusty Springfield and Nina Simone…is there anything else I should look for?