This weekend was the hardest funeral of my life and the nicest Sunday in a while. Although I spoke on a podium shaking, sharing a final public goodbye to my grandmother that was mostly based on my blog post, I walked off the stage into the arms of an amazing support system named L and a crowd of exciting, delighted progressive individuals. Completely exhausted, I managed to sleep in until noon the next day. Noon! I did not know I was capable of such laziness. This will remain a rarity for a while, because Sunday reminded me how much I like to get stuff done. Counters were scrubbed and fridges were emptied, but fortunately I had flowers all over the house to cheer me up while doing it. L made a fantastic steak as I managed not to burn the mashed potatoes. I worked out to cheerful, up beat summer pop instead of angry rap. I realized that I need to raise my expectations for myself. Then, ...damnit. No sleep until 6 am this morning. No reason, no stress, just confronted with the brevity of life; even important ones.
And here I am.
And here are you.
Let's stroll into this week with smiles on our faces, shall we?
Just in case you cared about what I dream about at all, Claire asked! Warning: I have weird dreams. But what makes the click worth it anyways is Claire's unique look into dreams and interesting tidbits about what actually happens when we're asleep.
I don't think I would ever frown with these bright, stripey shades. I think I might make a black and white pair, in fact!
...Fortunately, there's also a 99.5% you're not. Also, Andrew Jackson was bad ass.
Capology: coming soon to a sociology class at a liberal arts college near you.
"With his ZZ Top beard, battered cowboy hat and worn boots, Mr. Wells, 51, looks like a native. But like many of his neighbors, he’s a recent transplant, a former fashion and catalog photographer, late of Manhattan and Columbia County."
Did I post these yet? Om nom nom.... even if I have, just make them!
You know it's a good day when someone posts this on your Facebook wall.
Fun fact: Apparently this was Barack & Michelle Obama's first date.
Maybe it's completely wrong to post these right after that statement, but, uh, I find politically incorrect comics preeeeeettty funny! But glad that there is no way any child of mine would ever see stuff like that.
My new best friend, if she promises to lend me the dress.
If she doesn't, I have the ladies at the Hairpin! They have been on fire this week with Kanyeisms and rose jello. But, they have to lend me their hat...
Making it Lovely is consistently one of the nicest things about my day, all day every day. I am going back through the archives and screencapping almost everything. Lady is such a genius!
Every day you don't like this on Facebook is a day wasted; they have the best DIY projects ever.
Every day you don't listen to this song is a day wasted; just because.
& finally, what made me snort milk out of my nose.
(except maybe I shouldn't use the word snort.)