de bot-you-leeeeze-ohm

i was in the hospital yesterday for a broncial infection. nothing serious.
im working at 100% but more importantly is what me and cody figured out...
everything, no matter how gross it sounds, has a nice ring to it if spoken with a slight french accent.
try it out-

le her-pez.

i do. vintage-ly speaking.

this is it.
a wedding dress from the 50's.
i've had my eye on this thing for two weeks.
and now it's mine.

ebay is a magical world.
with a couple of taps of your index finger you can find anything.
want a porcelain chicken? -there are 43 listed as of now.
how about a tube of green lipstick? 2 pages of different brands and hues ranging from pearl green to forest envy.
but you better act now on marilyn monroe wall rugs. there are only 2.

but.
back to this dress.
i am infatuated with it.

i picture a wedding in a small white church.
probably methodist.
late 50's.
the groom at the front.
waiting.
in a white tuxedo. black bow tie.
the brides maids in pastel blue. maybe pink.
some with the signature short boycut hair, some with poofy ponytails.

the attendees are there in hats and scarves.
fanning themselves.
handkerchiefs ready.
men talking about that elvis.
women comparing their new cat-eye frames.

then the wedding processional starts.
and she comes in.
wearing this dress.
this is where my imagination halts.
for some reason i can't picture what she looks like.
i may never.

i'm not sure why i was so intent on getting this.
the only time it will ever be put on is in the wee morning hours of the weekend.
when no ones awake or listening.
when me and the dogs listen to music and drink hot tea.

regardless, i bought it.
so until it arrives all i can do is imagine the history behind this dress.
and the woman who wore it.
too bad she's not included.

a picture is worth a thousand words?

i call bullshit.
this is worth so much more.

so much more.

i think

my birthday is next thursday. the 14th.
at 2:55 pm i will officially be exactly 24 years old.
im not sure what i'll do, or even if i will do anything at all.


i think i might take firday off so i can hang out downtown.
the hustle and bustle of a city on the weekday fascinates me.
and i think i'll take pictures.

i think i'll have lunch in a random cafe.
and i think i'll actually order dessert.
even if i'm not hungry anymore.
or maybe i'll just eat dessert for lunch.

and i think i will talk in a funny accent.
and say things like "yes, dahhhling"
and "that's absolutely faaaaa-bulous"
and i think i'll wear a tiara.

i think i wont even bother to look down and see if i'm walking on my tiptoes.
not once.
all day.

i think i'll let my dogs run in the front yard.

i think i'll call britta and megan and wish them a happy birthday too.



happy monday dahhhhlings.

wedding bands are forever. razor scooters are 20 minutes.

and hello.
i've started my 2nd job at ruckus recently.
which means i'm pretty much always busy, so my writings are far between.
i've wanted to write about so much stuff and the things i see, but by the time i get home i'm too exhausted to think.
but i want to tell you two things about this past week.

first, this past sunday.
me and cody recently became the owners of two sweet razor scooters.
as we're riding them down the street we notice a steep hill.
paved, very smoothly.
we decide to race.
cody, being the more intelligent one, started to brake halfway down the hill.
me, being the more competitive one, did no such thing.
i won.
but i ate pavement.
i had the most horrible roadrash all along my right thigh.
all of this within 20 minutes of riding them.
i got up. blood dripping down my leg. and after i got over the initial shock.
i laughed.
and we did it again.
i braked this time.



second, yesterday.
i see lots of people come into the bar.
different people.
from bussinessmen to bikers, there's no real set "genre" (if you will) of the individuals i see.
well a guy comes in.
i shoot the shit with him per usual and he hands me the money for his beer.
i start to grab the cash and something catches my eye.
a wedding ring.
but it wasn't gold or silver or platnum or anything of the sort.
it was a tattoo.
i've heard of people doing this but ive never seen it until today.
and it was beautiful.
we talked about it for a minute.
and agreed that you should marry someone who you really love.
really.
so you will never even think about taking that ring off.
and that is beautiful.

happy thursday.

spock-like scratches

Bobess is my little girl kitty.
i've had her for going on almost 5 years.
my first pet i've had outside of home.
my little obese, calico, girly cat.

she was diagnosed as a "mentally handicapped" kitty as a baby.
she doesn't land on her feet.
she gets confused easily.

well, she's a people person.
a lovey-dovey thing.
and i suggest you never make eye contact with her.
because she'll come sit right beside you, and then slowly move closer and closer to you
like you don't notice.
you have to see it to really appreciate it.

but she just rubbed up against my face.
and then decided to "pet" me.
which consists of her claws out.
but we giggle extra hard at my kitty's attempt at being sweet.

because across my face are 3 claw marks, instead of the normal 4.
because on BoBess's right paw, she has a toe removed.

i guess she's marking her territory
who could mistake that one? :)

edible history and the like

i remember eating dinosaur chicken nuggets.
not made from dinosaurs of course.
but chicken bits vaguely shaped into tyrannosauruses and pterodactyls.
dip them into your bbq sauce.
prehistoric history and dinner.
all in one.

and oddly colored condiments.
i think i was the only one who ate the purple ketchup.
and i don't even really like ketchup.
i can only name three things i eat it on.
onion rings, fries, and meatloaf.
purple meatloaf.
if they still sell purple ketchup i might have to make that.
yummy.

but anyway,
the reason for this.
me and cody found a pizza shaped like mickey mouse's head.
now when you think about it,
it's kinda weird to be eating the head of a cartoon character.
a cartoon character you grew up with.

but then again.
i did just talk about eating miniature dinosaurs.
and purple meatloaf.