Maybe you’re wondering why you don’t see me around these parts? The truth is that while I was sleeping awhile back, I was forcibly re-relocated to a place I’ve been before and don’t like much, melancholyville, and I don’t remember how to get back to gay old Crazytown. It seems everyone is very far away from me though physically very near. In other words, the opposite of Crazytown where you can be anywhere and feel connected to everyone in an insane sort of way. I am grateful that i have internet access in melancholyville as it allows me to see the possibility of other places. Also, don’t think I’ve mentioned this before, but my upper arms itch incessantly and inexplicably. That’s at least a little crazy-sounding, right?
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Stank and I went to the movies last night. Last movie I saw gave me a severe case of anxiety so we stuck to the pixar kid movie and I left feeling a lot happier. We were sitting on the porch after the movie listening to the bats fly around when suddenly we were under attack. I have blinds up on my porch which gives it a lovely outdoor room kinda vibe. However, this meant that when two bats chased something tasty our way, it took them several frenetic circles around to find their way back out into the night. Stank said he has never seen me move so fast. By the time he realized they were bats I had run in about ten different directions AND made it back inside. I love a bat as much as the next girl but I can do without them on my porch.
Food: We had dinner at home before the movie so we didn’t wind up buying a million dollars worth of popcorn. We had Zucchini and tomato and basil and onion sauteed with some wine and salt and pepper and tossed with ricotta and pasta. This used the whole big zucchini in the fridge. Go us. One down…..
Tonight we are going to the county fair!
Things That Go Bump.
Published July 24, 2008 Things we maybe shouldn't do , genius schemes , what the--? 1 CommentThe critter/s on my porch.
A rat? A cat? a Raccoon?
I am starting to wonder if my poor beets will wither away before I manage to make any cake. I have had a few nights out in row and am behind on the kitchen stuff. However, we have managed to schedule the cheese making for Monday. Some of us are overly interested in the wine we’ll be drinking while we work. I assure you i am much more serious than that. I am hoping we wind up with an edible morsel or two and don’t botch the whole thing. Got all the supplies and instructions from here. We will be using Starrhillgirl’s extra raw milk.
Stank and I went to see the new Batman movie last night. Is it just me or are movies getting more violent? It could be all my anxieties getting worse as I get older but movies seem a little harder around the edges to me. It was good, though. It also inspired me to drink two local beers to calm my nerves. So there! A touching local food moment inspired my hollywood!
xo,
LB
There are times, few and far between, when I feel like I am witnessing the dawning of a new word. It’s baby, wobbly steps from fringe to foreground. I don’t mean words like, “cool” or “rad”, I mean word, words. Is it just me? Have people always said that? Is it new?
Gifted…….
When did “gifted” take the place of give and given when describing a present? Why does it bug me so much? It’s the new “you know you’re a (blank) when…….
You know you’re a locavore when you start saying “gifted”.
You know you’re a water saver when you start saying “gifted”.
xo,
LB
So, I thought I should break the silence. We have been going through a transition at Crazytown. Here is the deal. I have finally moved into my own place. I have graduated to the world of big girls! KP and IC are still at the old house making strides getting it ready for sale. So, we have fractured Crazytown. It is a sad/exciting turn of events. However, it has given me the chance to reflect on my definition on Crazytown. I now know, in much the same way good Christian’s know God is everywhere, that Crazytown is not the place. Crazytown is a state of mind, a faith. Crazytown is in you. Crazytown is at my place, at KP’s place and Starrhillgirl’s place. Are you a resident of Crazytown Ms.’s Fatbiscuit, Wistar, Elsie, Cho girl? You don’t have to go to church to talk to God(if yer into that) and you don’t have to go to Crazytown. You can carry Crazytown in your heart. Jeeze, that is so poetic. Others things:
#1 I am way excited about my CSA starting.
#2 I made my little apartment look so cute/cozy.
#3 you should come have a drink on my porch
#4 I over slept for work this morning and I was supposed to open the store, oops!
Inspired by the LB’s habit of asking provocative questions… I’d like to know what’s lurking in and around your nightstand? I’ll go first:
On top: Mother Courage and Her Children script, piles of books (The Last Days of Ancient Sunlight, A People’s History of the United States, A Mother’s Guide to Raising Healthy Children Naturally, A Philosophical Discourse by Jurgen Habermas, Walking on Water, End Game volumes 1 & 2 by Derrick Jensen, a couple of Kenneth Koch poetry books), magazines (4 New Yorkers, a USAA newsletter, a kids National Geo), tissues (bad seasonal allergies). In the drawer: a b&w photo of deceased husband. Clearly I need to clear off the nightstand.
Whose Veggies Ya Gonna Get Yer Lip Up On?
Published March 12, 2008 genius schemes , people we deem acceptable , what the--? 5 CommentsTags: charlottesville, csa, eat local
The Ladies of Crazytown will be eating Veggies from these lovely people!
So,
What about you? Are you gonna:
A) Buy your Produce at the farmers market, it’s a great way to use your wicker shopping basket and floppy sun hat.
B) Join a local CSA and hope it makes you as cool as the Crazytown kids……..fat chance!
C) Shop at the mega market, fuck a bunch a hippies.
D) Grow your own vegetables and make your own beauty and skin care products, because a life without homemade flax seed lube is no life at all?
Seriously, I want to know what you people are planning and will it result in a meal or two for me? Are you going to eat local?
XO,
LB.
P.S. Why is there no local eat local website, anyone?
P.P.S. I think homemade lube is hot.
Poop the poop—it’s poopie!
Published January 22, 2008 etiquette , insufferable , the insolent child , what the--? 1 CommentTags: bathroom humor poop poopie pooper peepee pee montessori
Somehow the IC who had the wherewithal to ask me to describe honor and metaphor thinks that inserting “poop” and “pee” every third word is the wittiest, most incisive way to respond to every question. Sample conversation:
-What did you do in school today, honey?
-My poop work. [Can you tell she's a Montessori kid?]
-What else?
-I pooped.
-Okay, but who was at school today with you?
-Poopie pee pee and poop the pooper.
Crap. How do I make it stop. Shit.
Should I Be Doing Something Else?…….
Published January 11, 2008 Things we maybe shouldn't do , etiquette , people we deem acceptable , the insolent child , what the--? 4 CommentsLB here.
It has been a while and I am very sorry. Luckily the Kingpin has manged to fill that time with dry cleaning and uncomfortable run ins with the neighbors! I have a lot of work to do for an upcoming Demonstration and performance US GIRLS are getting together. This of course means I am here writing a post! Not to worry I am also delurking elsewhere as I try for a tri-chat with the Kingpin and Starrhillgirl and crack jokes with one of my comrades (via e-mail) over pictures of her fighting me while dressed like a squid. I am practically CEO material!
I am doing all of this to the sweet refrain of IC singing, acting like she isn’t up to anything every time I walk by, and demanding that someone fetch her some water because she is tooooooo tired. Quickly she realized she had trapped herself in a box with that one and resorted to the standard issue nooooooooah! All is quiet….for now.
I have had a fairly fabulous time since last we spoke. The holly days were fabulous. I love xmas. I love buying pressies. so. there. My least favorite thing about the holly days is listening to everyone complain about them. I had a wonderfully festive xmas #1 with Stank Williams and his family, a loud, lovely time. I had an awesome time with my tiny mummy, my sis, BIL, and the bean (plus Stank). I had a rocking New Years with Stank and his music, followed by our private xmas #3. I like to keep the holly days rolling. I got several pairs of socks!!! I win. What else is there?
Now IC is out of bed, again!
Bless her heart, she has found the strength to get a cup of water. She is so brave.
Um, a lot of water?……..
P.S. I refuse to use the bathroom in a buisness that requires me to first ask for a key which is attached to some hideously large object. Rude! Rude!
