Since I can't seem to find the original from 1996 without doing something akin to work; here's the latest version of Straight No Chaser. From my old stomping grounds in the land of Hoosier-dom.
Monday, December 22, 2008
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
An e-mail making the rounds
Dear Sirs:
In view of what seems to be happening internationally with banks at the moment, I was wondering if you could advise me correctly...
If one of my checks is returned marked 'insufficient funds,' how do I know whether that refers to me, or to you?
In view of what seems to be happening internationally with banks at the moment, I was wondering if you could advise me correctly...
If one of my checks is returned marked 'insufficient funds,' how do I know whether that refers to me, or to you?
Sincerely,
Monday, December 1, 2008
Decontruction to Reconstruction
Before I start anything I give this disclaimer: I'm lazy and took these photos with my phone so I could just e-mail them around instead of download and then e-mail. See? Saved myself a step. I like saving steps.
Also? Kinda forgot to do a before shot. This once screen in porch, transformed by the previous owner into a fake wood paneled cave with a wood stove, all set on a huge and cold concrete slab was, uh, something we liked to pretend didn't exist. We were able to perform said ignoring by filling it with weird and worthless junk thus completing the hideousness to such a level one's eye refused to rest on any point when traversing through the space.
But I do have pictures of during. Shall we proceed?
That window? That's where the wood stove USED to be. We no longer have cave like surroundings. What we also don't have: fake wood paneling.
Now with WALLS. Also? INSULATION - no more cold. The other thing you can't see but that I'm pleased about: more then 2 outlets to the room. That means we can plug in the laptop AND lamps. Will wonders never cease.
Today, the horrid green cement slab was covered with gorgeous laminate flooring and the window was trimmed out. Still have painting and painting and more painting to do.
But that's in the days to come. Right now? Right now I'm still sorting that weird and wacky stuff we had stored for years. Anyone interested in a velvet last supper painting?
Also? Kinda forgot to do a before shot. This once screen in porch, transformed by the previous owner into a fake wood paneled cave with a wood stove, all set on a huge and cold concrete slab was, uh, something we liked to pretend didn't exist. We were able to perform said ignoring by filling it with weird and worthless junk thus completing the hideousness to such a level one's eye refused to rest on any point when traversing through the space.
But I do have pictures of during. Shall we proceed?
That window? That's where the wood stove USED to be. We no longer have cave like surroundings. What we also don't have: fake wood paneling.
Now with WALLS. Also? INSULATION - no more cold. The other thing you can't see but that I'm pleased about: more then 2 outlets to the room. That means we can plug in the laptop AND lamps. Will wonders never cease.
Today, the horrid green cement slab was covered with gorgeous laminate flooring and the window was trimmed out. Still have painting and painting and more painting to do.
But that's in the days to come. Right now? Right now I'm still sorting that weird and wacky stuff we had stored for years. Anyone interested in a velvet last supper painting?
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Thursday, October 2, 2008
New York New York is a helluva town
Been MIA for a few months. Apologies all around. Dad was hospitalized for the better part of July. I spent the following 6 weeks taking care of him at home. (His, not mine. Which makes it even more difficult.) And though the old man has internet connectivity, I doubt stories of the medical would amuse and entertain.
Dad got healthy enough for me to leave him just in time to spend a week with the most supportive man I've ever had the privilege to love. We went back to his own home town. New York, New York.
Steve went to the last Mets game at Shea stadium. You can read about his day here. I think he had fun. He sent me off to Guerlain Spa, which just opened this month at the Waldorf=Astoria. That was my thank you gift for giving my seat to his cousin's wife. I owe Lisa, anyway. She convinced me to get my first manicure the day before I got enganged and didn't even tip her hand as to what was really happening. Tell me I haven't married into a fab family and I'll clobber ya.
We did a lot of the touristy things we never get to do when heading up to Westchester to stay with the family. We hit Chinatown, Little Italy, took a carriage ride in the park. As a matter of fact, our carriage let us out in the background shot of something that Carson from Queer Eye for the Straight Guy was filming. If you happen to catch an episode of something with Carson in Central Park and a guy playing hacky sac - I'm the gal with her back to camera petting the horse. His name is Jimmy.
We ate some good food. Club 21, Russian Tea Room, Bull and Bear. And a couple of memorable evenings with the family gwaffing it up at a back table in various parts of the city. (Getting drunk with my brother in law is highly recommended. He tells unbelievable stories when buzzed.)
Mostly, though, we reconnected after spending a scary couple of months taking care of my father. And now I'm back. Recharged and ready to rock.
Hugs to everyone who checked in on me during that rough time. I'll be calling you shortly - I'm buying the first round!
Dad got healthy enough for me to leave him just in time to spend a week with the most supportive man I've ever had the privilege to love. We went back to his own home town. New York, New York.
Steve went to the last Mets game at Shea stadium. You can read about his day here. I think he had fun. He sent me off to Guerlain Spa, which just opened this month at the Waldorf=Astoria. That was my thank you gift for giving my seat to his cousin's wife. I owe Lisa, anyway. She convinced me to get my first manicure the day before I got enganged and didn't even tip her hand as to what was really happening. Tell me I haven't married into a fab family and I'll clobber ya.
We did a lot of the touristy things we never get to do when heading up to Westchester to stay with the family. We hit Chinatown, Little Italy, took a carriage ride in the park. As a matter of fact, our carriage let us out in the background shot of something that Carson from Queer Eye for the Straight Guy was filming. If you happen to catch an episode of something with Carson in Central Park and a guy playing hacky sac - I'm the gal with her back to camera petting the horse. His name is Jimmy.
We ate some good food. Club 21, Russian Tea Room, Bull and Bear. And a couple of memorable evenings with the family gwaffing it up at a back table in various parts of the city. (Getting drunk with my brother in law is highly recommended. He tells unbelievable stories when buzzed.)
Mostly, though, we reconnected after spending a scary couple of months taking care of my father. And now I'm back. Recharged and ready to rock.
Hugs to everyone who checked in on me during that rough time. I'll be calling you shortly - I'm buying the first round!
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Friday, June 13, 2008
Picking Mulberries
Picking Mulberries
Originally uploaded by Kiki Marcus
So the other day Weird Neighbor Kid (the one who likes to pick wild onions from my yard and eat them) and I decided to pick the last batch of mulberries growing on my tree out back.
See Weird Neighbor Kid? See the container in his hand? See the tree? See the mulberries on said tree?
Yeah.
We ate through about half the container before realizing the batch we picked two days earlier was the last good batch. Cause these berries? The biggest, darkest, juiciest one at end of season? They were all filled with bugs.
Guess we got our protein for the day.
UG.
Saturday, April 26, 2008
Ain't he Cute?
Ain't he Cute?
Originally uploaded by Kiki Marcus
This is Hunter.
Boo Boo.
Floppy Butt.
TROUBLE.
He's our own little Fuzz Face and we love him.
He, however, loves asking for cookies.
(Did someone just say COOKIE?)
Ah jeez...
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Salon John
If you are located in the Richmond, Virginia, area have I got fab news for you. My favorite hair colorist has gone into business for himself.
John Wymer has been my colorist for the past 8 years.
- Excluding the past year and a half. The horrid color I've been walking around with for the past year and a half I've been doing to myself. Don't attribute my horrid self harming phase with John Wymer.
Anywho... moving on...
John has been a close friend of the family for over 10 years. I met John at my first corporate gig outta college. He's the one who helped clue me in to follow my talent. He steadied me when I bought my first house at the precious age of 24. He was at our wedding in Vegas 5 years ago. (Yes. At a drive thru chapel. In a vintage '55 pink Cadillac. Elvis drove. And he sang 2 songs. Then we all went bowling. It was lovely thankyouverymuch.) And more importantly, he plays golf with my husband. He is a wonderfully supportive man and a loyalist to the nth degree.
So it is with enthusiastic cheers I say to John "FREAKING A" and "If I promise to never dye my hair on my own again... will you let me come back? Cause I think I've got a dead rodent on my head. And it doesn't look good."
http://www.salonjohn.net/
John Wymer has been my colorist for the past 8 years.
- Excluding the past year and a half. The horrid color I've been walking around with for the past year and a half I've been doing to myself. Don't attribute my horrid self harming phase with John Wymer.
Anywho... moving on...
John has been a close friend of the family for over 10 years. I met John at my first corporate gig outta college. He's the one who helped clue me in to follow my talent. He steadied me when I bought my first house at the precious age of 24. He was at our wedding in Vegas 5 years ago. (Yes. At a drive thru chapel. In a vintage '55 pink Cadillac. Elvis drove. And he sang 2 songs. Then we all went bowling. It was lovely thankyouverymuch.) And more importantly, he plays golf with my husband. He is a wonderfully supportive man and a loyalist to the nth degree.
So it is with enthusiastic cheers I say to John "FREAKING A" and "If I promise to never dye my hair on my own again... will you let me come back? Cause I think I've got a dead rodent on my head. And it doesn't look good."
http://www.salonjohn.net/
Monday, April 21, 2008
Bucky Done Gun
90 secs - Pink Hair in 90 Seconds
Originally uploaded by Halcyon
Men with pink hair are hot.
They are also gay.
Gay is hot.
Pink haired hot gay men.
Now with more nipple ring.
Saturday, April 19, 2008
Sunday mornings
Because my brothers share a room growing up, they got the biggest bedroom in the house. Usually a room large enough to be an efficiency apartment.
- Which reminds me of the time I had such a small apartment I could cook something on the stove and get things out of the refrigerator all while sitting on my bed. I could also sit on the toilet, wash my hands in the sink and wash my feet in the shower all at the same time. But I digress.
Since they had the largest room in the house, excluding the garage, they also had our old goliath of a television. The kind that comes in a built in wooden cabinet and is so large it's meant to sit directly on the floor. The kind with two channel knobs and if you want to watch a station higher then the number 12 you had to turn the first knob to "U" to use the higher numbered knob. Yeah. That kind of goliath television.
On Sundays, we'd sit on the floor of their room watching old movies the local station played. We watched a lot of Shirley Temple and old musicals. It's how I fell in love with "The King and I" and grew to appreciate the amusement that is the Three Stooges. (Shhhhh... don't tell my husband. He thinks I prefer the Marx Brothers.)
And we'd play with legos. After we'd built entire cities of legos, I'd wander off to read in my room while the boys had epic battles between G.I. Joes and Star War action figures. It wasn't unusual to stop by and see the Millennium Falcon flying over the Lego city with a couple of Cobra Troopers hanging off the back. By then end of day, the cities would be destroyed. By end of week it'd finally be cleaned up enough we could start over the following Sunday morning.
Last night I watched "The King and I" on TMC and today I found this. Guess I'm missing a little brotherly love these days.
- Which reminds me of the time I had such a small apartment I could cook something on the stove and get things out of the refrigerator all while sitting on my bed. I could also sit on the toilet, wash my hands in the sink and wash my feet in the shower all at the same time. But I digress.
Since they had the largest room in the house, excluding the garage, they also had our old goliath of a television. The kind that comes in a built in wooden cabinet and is so large it's meant to sit directly on the floor. The kind with two channel knobs and if you want to watch a station higher then the number 12 you had to turn the first knob to "U" to use the higher numbered knob. Yeah. That kind of goliath television.
On Sundays, we'd sit on the floor of their room watching old movies the local station played. We watched a lot of Shirley Temple and old musicals. It's how I fell in love with "The King and I" and grew to appreciate the amusement that is the Three Stooges. (Shhhhh... don't tell my husband. He thinks I prefer the Marx Brothers.)
And we'd play with legos. After we'd built entire cities of legos, I'd wander off to read in my room while the boys had epic battles between G.I. Joes and Star War action figures. It wasn't unusual to stop by and see the Millennium Falcon flying over the Lego city with a couple of Cobra Troopers hanging off the back. By then end of day, the cities would be destroyed. By end of week it'd finally be cleaned up enough we could start over the following Sunday morning.
Last night I watched "The King and I" on TMC and today I found this. Guess I'm missing a little brotherly love these days.
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
Total Lunar Eclipse
News story HERE.
There will be four lunar eclipses in 2009. But the next FULL lunar eclipse isn't until December 21, 2010.
The moon will start entering the Earth's shadow tonight at 8:43 p.m. ET. (7:43 p.m. CT, 6:43 p.m. MT and 5:43 p.m. PT)
The moon will be covered entirely by the Earth's shadow at 9:01 p.m. ET. (8:01 p.m. CT, 7:01 p.m. MT and 6:01 p.m. PT)
The moon will be back to it's full brilliance by 9:52 p.m. ET.
Grab a loved one, grab a coat, and grab a seat. Let TiVo watch your shows for an evening and go see something truly magnificent!
There will be four lunar eclipses in 2009. But the next FULL lunar eclipse isn't until December 21, 2010.
The moon will start entering the Earth's shadow tonight at 8:43 p.m. ET. (7:43 p.m. CT, 6:43 p.m. MT and 5:43 p.m. PT)
The moon will be covered entirely by the Earth's shadow at 9:01 p.m. ET. (8:01 p.m. CT, 7:01 p.m. MT and 6:01 p.m. PT)
The moon will be back to it's full brilliance by 9:52 p.m. ET.
Grab a loved one, grab a coat, and grab a seat. Let TiVo watch your shows for an evening and go see something truly magnificent!
Monday, February 4, 2008
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