October 2013

Monday, monday, or enough is enough.

barbie movie

When asked what could possibly be worse that a government shutdown, I must admit that the words “Barbie Movie” come immediately to mind…

I am over just abut everything right about now because my landlord postponed (AGAIN!) the repair of my damaged and collapsed ceilings in our apartment for another 2 days.

Here are a few other things I am finished with:

How can anybody really think that the Affordable Healthcare Act is worse for our republic than shutting down the government? Maybe they are afraid that Obamacare will actually work.

Really North Carolina? You guys are still trying to make it hard-if-not-impossible for those citizens you deem undesirable to vote? Like we don’t see what you’re doing with your new voting law?

Why does anybody ever let their kids watch Barbie movies?

I’m sorry, did you say Placenta Art Prints?

I’m over everybody pretty much just getting guns whenever, no matter how insane or violent they might be. I am not, however, over Jon Stewart agreeing with me:

WHAT???? An iPod stand for a toddler training potty? Is nothing sacred?

And then, finally, on a more positive note, when I ran accross this letter from a grandfather scolding his daughter for disowning her gay son, I thought, perhaps, there is hope for us yet…

Flaming Lips pay homage to the mother of rock-as-art

wayne coyne and yoko ono

Wayne Coyne and Yoko Ono… two extraordinary front people shared the stage at Terminal 5 and clearly had the time of their lies.

Just a quick shout out to the Flaming Lips (one of my all-time favorite bands, for reasons far too numerous to mention) for bringing rock icon Yoko Ono on stage and providing the most perfect sonic backdrop for her singular vocal propulsions.

It’s moments like these that keep me coming back for more, despite my advanced age (should we even be allowed to go to rock shows past the age of 30?) and my early-the-next-day start time (all you parents of 5 year olds hear me here, right?) The show was a spectacle of lights, confetti, smoke machines, silver orbs and swirling walls of sound enveloping a set of slightly sad songs that somehow still make you feel good in the end. In other words, typical Flaming Lips fare. I will never tire of it.

At the end of the show, they left the stage, with just this last word for us to absorb. I think it says it all.

love

Because this is, evidently, all we need.

The bright side, literally…

commune light fixture

When in doubt, go with the basics, but add a little twist. (There I go again with the magazine-style captions. Sorry…)

So my office is not the only room that needs a little work… Our bathroom ceiling is pretty cracked, too, with huge amount of paint falling down, a broken light fixture… the works. Too embarrassing even for me to take a photo of. But we’re taking advantage of this little fix-it moment to really eliminate all of the eye sores at once (not counting my excessive stuff, which is going to take a long long time to expunge.)

We’re going for a super simple new fixture in the bathroom and changing the yellow color to a heather grey. We chose a charcoal grey for the light, but I secretly have a hankering for this red version, so I put it up here instead. Maybe one of you will get the red version and I can come over to visit it.

I’ll be sure to do a whole before/after story once we have an after to speak of.

Still waiting…

office covered in plastic

Here it is, My new reality. Please let it not be forever, because it’s already been 10 days…

Here’s what my office looks like currently. I have been waiting most of the day for our landlord’s son to turn up to fix the gaping hole in my ceiling. I am writing this as a means to alleviate some of the extreme feelings of frustration that are surging over my psyche in waves.

Bright side? We’ve also had leak damage in the dining room, bathroom and master bedroom that is going to finally be addressed. I’ve moved all sorts of stuff (oh I have too many things, I know!) into plastic covered piles which means we will be able to paint much of our apt while everything is a mess.

But man am I tired of this chaotic style of living. It’s exhausting. My husband doesn’t want to come home and my daughter keeps worrying that the house will never go back to normal…

Please everyone out there in the world, say a prayer for us. We are going to need all the help we can get.