Happy Sunday: A Clown Without His Makeup?

I was in a store recently and heard this on the radio and was reminded how much I liked the song…so I downloaded it right then and there. (Can we talk about this video, though? Who heard this song and thought, “We need carnies”?)

But there is one song that I love listening to with the windows down more than any other…

Happy Sunday:For the Girls

I missed this commercial during the actual Super Bowl, but my boyfriend started describing it to me, and I started crying. To be fair, I’d been fighting back tears since Lady Gaga got on that roof to sing “This Land Is Your Land,” but if I wasn’t already a devout Subaru owner, Audi would be my next choice.

Nevertheless, She Persisted

Yesterday, Senator Elizabeth Warren was silenced by Senator Mitch McConnell during debate over Jeff Sessions nomination as Attorney General. Because Seantor Warren is a badass, she just went on Facebook Live and read the letter from Coretta Scott King she was going to read in the debate. Then McConnell gave women the mantra we’ve been looking for. I had to meme it.

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Happy Thanksgiving: No Hard Feelings

I’ve been listening to this song a lot lately, and have yet to get through it without shedding a tear or two. I’m a sucker for a simple song of gratitude. I hope it brings some joy to your day–which may be spent arguing about politics with your family.

And maybe, when you’re done, give some thought to the folks at Standing Rock. Set aside, for a moment, the problem with the pipeline and what it would mean for the environment on a global scale, not just for the people at Standing Rock. It is a national disgrace that indigenous people-or any people–are still being treated this way by the government. If you can’t get away from work to help support them in person, please consider donating.

Saying Goodbye

 

Twelve years ago a sassy little orange cat forced her way into my friend’s apartment and refused to leave. After a brief flirtation with trying to be a cat person, she gave up and I adopted the feline. I named her Ruby (technically Rubia–because she was blonde). I was 23, and living with two roommates. The Red Sox won the World Series that year, and America re-elected George W. Bush (which is pertinent because I stole a bunch of “Bush Country” balloons from the Republican headquarters I had to cover on election night, then blew them up and left them all over the house to freak out my roommate–Ruby promptly popped a bunch and ate one, which she threw up on the way to the vet).

Today, I had to say goodbye. Continue reading

My Latest Flea Market Flip!

Last Spring an old friend of mine was getting rid a dresser–a nice solid piece with some broken hardware and missing decorative pieces. It went from her curb to my shed, and waited there for quite some time. Eventually I decided it would be a good time to experiment with chalk paint and antiquing wax.

That did not go well. I turned a perfectly nice dresser into a dingy, yellow mess. Continue reading