bloggin’ my noggin’

This picture was taken before they pulled 4 teeth and added a ‘roof-of-the-mouth-expander’

Yes, I find these disturbing. And yet, fascinating. Sorry if they’re gross.

They always get a picture of me at 7am before coffee and after they’ve rubbed all my make-up off and messed up my hair.

Seems like a good day to wear this.  Patchy, moth-eaten and all…

I love fixing old stuff!

I arise today through the power of God:
God’s might to comfort me,
God’s wisdom to guide me,
God’s eye to look before me,
God’s ear to hear me,
God’s word to speak for me…

-The Lorica of St. Patrick

In the last two years, I have had or been:

• tortured with various medical devices
• bound with teeny shackels
• lacerated too many times to count
• expanded and contracted
• a spring in my mouth (an actual spring!)
• 4 teeth pulled
• excluded from various activities and everyday pleasures such as eating corn on the cob.
• ground down
• filed with a tiny saw
• poked accidentally
• bone deficient
• a habitual tongue twiddler, to the point where I even wonder what I’m looking for in there.
• accused of having less feminine teeth…which has been corrected by a power grinder
• yellow for weeks–after eating curry and red wine.

And tomorrow, I will have a beautiful shiny white smile! It’s going to be weird.

It really has gone pretty fast and wasn’t that bad until I sat down and really thought about it. No more whining, next time you see me, I’ll look like I have Chicklets for teeth!

Here I am, rock you like a hurricane!

Robosapien is never going to let me lay my stinkin’ hands on his Mexican Bass again!

And kids, lay off the caffeine…you’ll only regret it the next day.

p.s. I rock

p.p.s.  Kandi rocks for taking another slightly embarrassing, but completely accurate portrait of me!

Shhhh….don’t tell him!  I found him the missing piece to his kit.  Sam has already blurted it out, luckily the ear infection Jack is recovering from prevented him from hearing what it was.

It’s a mid-eighties chrome snare drum - 14×6″ - Remo Ambassador Weatherking head and a 1960’s Ludwig stand.  It has a nice sound.

Thanks Craigslist! Thanks nice man who put it on Craigslist and sold it CHEAP!

Speed Painting with Ketchup!

Thanks Nick!

It’s here and was worth every penny restoring it. I’m only sorry that I didn’t take a picture of it before it went to ‘the man’. It’s beautiful. It’s like playing a toy, it’s so light! And ‘the man’ said that it’s a LONG violin…1/4″ longer than the longest size. I celebrated by playing Crooked Still’s “wind and rain” and the whole “clap your hands say yeah” album.
No picture yet.
Now I need a pick-up…not a truck…the kind that makes a violin all electrical and stuff.
Anybody want to buy a 60 year old viola? She’s the one I never play, talk about, and basically ignore.

Jonah’s prayer from the belly of the whale.  Wonderful writing.

I’m still digesting this.  “It must be respected” are the words that linger in my mind.  Boundaries, I suppose.

A co-worker asked me what respect was over lunch the other day and I had a difficult time distinguishing between respect and value.  No one could really give a good answer with out a lot of Ewey-gooey feelings attached.  Expressing value to another person?

I’m camping on this one for a bit.

• Who knew having half of my eyebrows removed would make me look so much more awake.  Perhaps it was the Dunn Bros. coffee the salon was serving and not the hairlessness.
• Augie’s violin should be ready tomorrow, I can hardly contain myself.
• Almost as if the Golden Arches are mocking me…the day after I cut them slack for the  blessed shamrock shake, they announce this.
• And one more reason to avoid Mt Dew (besides the fact that my brain went really fast, then crashed and burned the only time I drank it).
• Did you know they make Organic Lemonade?
• I’m gonna go play and pretend that ‘Clap your hands, say yeah’ has a viola player.

…to all the evil things I have said about Mc Donald’s.

Ah, it might somehow be against my heritage to deny it to my lips.  Plus, a boiled cabbage, corned beef or beef alternative, potato, soda bread and green beer shake sounds gross.  I do wish there was a corned beef alternative…just kidding.  You remember my thoughts on tofurkey.

I kind of feel sick from drinking it so fast.

• My studio smells like Goo Gone. Funny thing is, it’s kind of making me hungry.
• Bob just scrubbed off one side of the glittery residue I affectionately refer to as the drag-queen eyeshadow on Big Girl Viola. She looks nice. Bob must be bored or just showing me how much he loves me. He left one side on. Now she looks like Paul Stanley.
• Got the confirmation e-mail that the violin restoration parts shipped to ‘the man’ today. YAY!
• MySpace is a time sucker. And I’m not sure it’s even worth it. I have to be a rocket scientist to try to make it look decent and am frankly losing interest. Might be time for another ‘Haitus’ (intentional mis spelling)
• A foot of snow is landing upon us right now and I’m actually quite thrilled. I hope we all get snowed in again like this weekend and none of us have to go to work. Wouldn’t it be cool if we got so much snow, we had to crawl out the windows to get out? Ok. Maybe that would suck.