I watched the Sex and the City movie to get ready to see the second one next week. I thought it was pretty depressing and cried about four different times.

My favorite part of the movie was Samantha's shoes in the sushi V-day scene:

I had to pause and take a picture to send to D. Just yesterday morning he sent me this link saying look how cool these sandals are. What a small (fashion) world... on sale too... but I like the heels version much better.

In other news, I think I am addicted to Dreyer's fruit bars. I eat one or two every single day:

This one's lime.

I'll take it as a compliment

Last night, people said I remind them of PJ Harvey, and since I was not playing guitar at the time (not singing either), I figure it means that I wear too much makeup or dress too slutt-ily. (That's my quick analysis from looking at a few google images, since I know nothing at all about PJ Harvey.)

I like girls who play guitar, particularly, girls wearing dressing and looking girly while playing the guitar, and have been collecting some pictures from around the web:

Miki Berenyi, Lush (my favorite of the dress-wearing guitar girls and I think I may want her red hair color):


Courtney Love, Hole:

Shirley Manson, Garbage:

Liz Phair, Veruca Salt:

I woke up this morning with my fingers sore from practicing last night and tiny callouses on my middle right fingers. I can't wait to be able to do this!

iphone camera love

Well, I know I am late to this bandwagon, but I just got the Hipstamatic app and I love it. I thought I couldn't justify another camera app, but can already tell this is going to be my favorite.


It's not quite summer time, there's still a really nice breeze at night that makes it bearable to be outdoors, and we've gotten new chairs for our shared patio, and so the weekends have been full of sitting out with a beer or glass of wine and hanging out with whatever neighbors happen to be around and hanging out. It's so nice to actually have friends around, people you don't mind running into and actually like socializing with. I haven't been this un-hermit-y in a long, long time.

A couple weekends ago my sister-in-law came to visit and it was the best, most relaxing weekend in a long time, full of drinking and talking and listening to music, and most of all, eating! Some of the highlights, eating wise:

I love the ground here, it is covered in bottle caps:

Other weekend highlights: church converted to bar, margaritas at the riverwalk, meeting wine-bearing new neighbors, crazy-detailed Mexican folk art:

(Of course, I didn't take enough pictures, so the stolen ones are linked back to where they came from.)

living alone

Hubby was out of town last week, and while I really believe it's better to be alone than with the wrong person, when you're used to living with the right person, being alone pretty much sucks:

No one to pick up the dead bugs. There's was a moth in our closet (this is bad, right? It's the only one I've seen ever in there, and it had better not been eating my clothes) and a dead tiny cricket or something on the floor in the dining room. They were there for 4 days.

Scary at night. I'm really scared to go to bed at night (and even to take a shower, to be honest), when he's out of town. One night I stayed on the phone with my mom until midnight, then watched a few episodes of Man vs. Food (man, it makes me sick watching him. That can't be good for him).

Boring. Seriously boring. Thank goodness for netflix. This is what I did one night:

Order our 300+ photos from Rome since they came in a complete random order. They couldn't have been less chronological if Apple had really tried. It was impressive, really. I sorted them in time order on the computer and then used that as a guide to get them in order. That's just not something you get around to doing if you are not home alone.

Eating too much. Probably because of being seriously bored and staying up all night, watching the food network even, but I eat so much more when I am home alone. If it was this way all the time, that would not be good.

netflix love

Hubby is out of town, and one thing I love to do to pass the time when I'm home alone is watch girlie movies. Movies that I wouldn't subject him to normally (and definitely not multiple times). Enter netflix. So many girlie movies ready to watch instantly. The trick is to get happy romantic comedies - one with no bad guys!

The Importance of Being Earnest:


How to Marry a Millionaire:


Wedding Daze:

Confessions of a Sociopathic Social Climber:

That's what I did yesterday. Some other good ones on there:

The Ugly Truth:

The Proposal:

Jerry Maguire:


Confessions of a Shopaholic:

i learned a song!

My first whole, complete, song:

And it only took one day! I am so happy. Yesterday, I was ready to trade this guitar in, but today I am really lovin' it.

It's about time I see some improvement, we play for hours every night. Every single night, and most days at lunch. Here's our guitar playing station, it really makes it easy having everything all ready and waiting all the time:

We've got guitars, amps, my footrest (really helped), headphones, ipod player to listen to songs, little netbook to look up youtube covers when you get stuck on the songs, and all the hub's pedals and things:

I have a hard enough time with just the guitar, no way I could add all that right now!


I have been practicing guitar so much the last two weeks. I'm glad something clicked to where it's not a chore, it's something I really want to do. But I feel like I'm in battle and I'm going to beat this thing - this thing being my guitar. I'm trying not to take it personally, but I really do think we're at war. Either that or it's laughing at me.

I've been practicing Spaceman by 4 Non Blondes, love that song, which is supposedly an easy song. Yeah. After two weeks of practicing about 2 hours a night, it still doesn't sound even remotely like the song. Then last night I asked hubby - who started playing at the same time as me - for some help with the strumming pattern and he listens for a second, picks up his guitar, and plays the song. Just like that. I'm glad he's so good, and I enjoy listening to him play, but I had to forbid him from ever playing that song just because it was too much to take for him to do that without trying after I've been trying so hard.

Anyway, I bought this 4 Non Blondes guitar tab book from the internet for $1.95, how cool is that?


My plan is to wear some sort of a sundress every day this summer, because 1) I love the '90s, and 2) well, I'll show you:

Getting into a hot car with black interior mid-day - I didn't think it could get any hotter. But then it did:

And then it did again:

There's my photographic evidence. I had jeans on that day and I vowed not to do that again until at least October.