John McCain, Please Stop Calling Me!!! Sunday October 19, 2008
I don’t know how he got my number and I can’t imagine why I would have made the list, but I am being stalked by John McCain. It is as simple as that. The man will not stop calling me. I have psychotic exes who have given me more space. And to make matters worse, he is calling me on my cell phone. I am forced to use my minutes to delete the messages he leaves. When will this election season be over again?!
Lessons Learned at Austin City Limits Sunday October 5, 2008
I am DYING to post wedding pictures, but we haven’t gotten final shots from the photographer so I’m being patient. So, I’m going to focus on things I DO have pictures of. Doesn’t that sound smart? 😉 So, what follows is a list of things I learned at Austin City Limits.
- Cowboy boots can and should be worn with anything and everything. I have never felt so strongly the need to dress myself in a calf length skirt and red cowboy boots. The impulse was quite strong.
- It is hot and dusty in Austin, TX.
- My wife is a hot little cowboy.
- Wine is available for purchase in a sports bottle. No, there isn’t a straw, but they do actually market it as a sports bottle. Have I mentioned that I am proud to be an American?
- Gnarls Barkley is absolutely nuts. Have you seen this guy? I can’t say that I’ve spent a lot of time with a 300 lb black man covered in tattoos and black eyeliner, but I think I might just be a better person for it.
- Conor Oberst is my new boyfriend. I couldn’t be more serious about this. We bought his new album and I love, love, love it. I love it so much that I am leaving you with a youtube video of him performing my favorite song from the album. It’s called Money Lenders Inside the Temple.
7. Tex-mex three times a day is a beautiful thing.
Note to Self Friday October 3, 2008
Love After Love
The time will come
when, with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror,
and each will smile at the other’s welcome,
and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was yourself.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you
all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.