Nah. The Bieb just ain't that cool.
You know what is cool, though? The Neon Tree's mash up of The Bieb's song Baby and Stand By Me. Seriously, have a listen. I'm betting you'll dig it immensly. I do.
Once upon a time I was cool, and so was this jacket. I swear. I have witnesses.
In fact, yesterday (Sunday) I made my normal morning rounds and came across Bill, who dated me a little a million years ago, and somehow ended up married to my absolute best friend, Roxy. (You may now shriek the Police song in your head… you’re welcome.)
Anyway, I was minding my own beeswax, standing in line at the pharmacy with ice, a newspaper, and some Tylenol when Bill wandered up with his two adorable kids—Johnny and Bill Jr. He kissed me on the cheek and said “hey, sweetheart!”
That’s where the trouble started.
Johnny: WHY are you calling Chrissy “sweetheart?”
Bill: Because she IS a sweetheart. Back in the day everybody wanted her to be THEIR sweetheart, you know.
Johnny (incredulous—thanks, Johnny): WHY????
Bill: Because she was cute, she could sing and play guitar, she could play BASEBALL, and she could open beer bottles with the buttons on her Levi’s jacket.
*note: this is true… and I can still do it.
Johnny (considering): Welllll… okay, that IS cool, but it’s a really stupid reason to fall in love with somebody.
*insert hysterical laughter wafting through CVS
Everybody’s a critic. That kid can open his own bloody beer bottles. *fume*
Our own Gwen Hayes is a best seller! Her novella, Second Son of a Duke, is currently ranked number 5 in Amazon's historical romance list. Isn't that awesome?
I'm totally over Katy Perry. I liked her when she kissed a girl. But now? Ugh. The airwaves are saturated with Firework, California Gurls, & Teenage Dream...and I just wanna barf every time I hear one of those songs. (which, if you listen to the radio, is approximately every 13 seconds)
I am something of a bird-nut. I love watching them out on the rivers, harbor, and marshes. I love the slow glides of the swans, and the brilliant little flicks of the nuthatches and titmouses. I even love to watch sparrows and chickadees, pedestrian as they may seem. I love flicking french-fries at them in the parking lot at the harbor. But my favorite of all is the great blue heron.
If you have never seen them, you don’t know what you are missing. We are lucky enough to have a healthy population in my area, and they fascinate me. They are huge—which makes them hard to miss when they stand along the edges of the harbor or the river, usually on a boggy spot of marsh. In flight they are gigantic—so much larger than our largest birds of prey. If those long legs seem awkward on land, the wing span you see in full flight is all magesty and grace.
Saturday evening, on my way home, a male great blue flew over my head. He was no more than ten feet above me, but it felt as if I could reach up and touch him. The sun was setting, and his color was amazing: a faded denim blue that picked up peach and rose from the sun. He took my breath away.
The long, meandering paths along the Green Harbor river and amazing views of the marshes are one of my great joys. Even as a child I wandered these woods, getting covered in muck and dragging home all manner of critters and clippings. My mom would make me empty my pockets, only to discover a mangled bit of wild sassafrass root, a carefully pocketed feather, or—sorry Mom—something furry. Moles, mice, newts, and chipmunks… baby ducks who incited near-violence from their mother, and turtle babies my father helped me return to the marsh. I was quite the manky little beastie, with quite the wild menagerie.
I don’t bring wild things home these days… unless you count Ahmed. But I do so love to watch them. I guess I always will.
I've got a new book out - The Perfect Dish!
It never ceases to amaze me that people will visit my little hamlet by the sea and fall in love with it... in June. Which is fine. Words like "quaint" get bandied about. Next thing you know some retired person decides to purchase a little cottage.
Growing up, my family's tradition was to open all our presents on Christmas Eve. Rumor has it this was because my father was unable to wait until Christmas morning. We did save the stockings for the next morning, though.
Best. Tree. Ever. I may never do another tree again.
Are y'all ready for the holidays? Try anything new this year (like a Charlie Brown tree?) or are you a stickler for old traditions?
Hope you all have a very Charlie Brown Holiday with friends, family and a pet you love. ;)
I have a confession to make.
I love wrapping presents. Like… I absolutely ADORE wrapping presents and every year one of the big holiday productions for me is picking out my coordinating gift wrap for the season.
It has to match. It has to be in a minimum of three different gift wraps with ribbons and tags that coordinate within the theme. I tend to like patterns, plaids, or stripes with bold colors.
Waddaya think?
