Friday, August 5, 2011
08/05: The Purple Sweater
My great grandma Dorthy gave me a purple sweater
when I was about 6 or 7 years old.
All my cousins and my brother received toys.
But I got a sweater.
I pitched the biggest tantrum the world has ever seen
and sulked for the remainder of the
family Christmas party.
My grandma thought the color would look nice o me.
I still feel bad for being such a little shit.
Sorry grandma.
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
08/03: Sleep Walker

I was a sleep walker.
One time when I was 6 or 7
while my family was living in the city at our Rochester house,
I actually sleep-walked right out the front door.
I had unlocked the main door and opened the screen door and walked out.
My parents woke up when they heard the door open
and rushed out to find me taking the last few steps off the stoop.
My mom said they'd usually hear me bumping around downstairs.
My room and my brother's rooms were on the main floor,
my parents had the top floor for their room.
She said they'd wake up after hearing something fall to the ground,
or me bump into something or other,
then one of them would come down and guide me back to bed.
They could tell I was sleep walking because my eyes would be half open.
How fucking creepy is that?
I think if my kid ever does that, I'll lock my bedroom door
because I shudder to think of some zombie-walking, half-open eyed kid
wandering around the house in their sleep.
That is what child-proofing the house is all about.
Round off corners on tables and shit
so when your creepy ass kid starts sleep walking
around in the middle of the night,
you don't have to deal with corralling them back to their room.
Elgh.
Just weirds me out.
I actually sleep-walked right out the front door.
I had unlocked the main door and opened the screen door and walked out.
My parents woke up when they heard the door open
and rushed out to find me taking the last few steps off the stoop.
My mom said they'd usually hear me bumping around downstairs.
My room and my brother's rooms were on the main floor,
my parents had the top floor for their room.
She said they'd wake up after hearing something fall to the ground,
or me bump into something or other,
then one of them would come down and guide me back to bed.
They could tell I was sleep walking because my eyes would be half open.
How fucking creepy is that?
I think if my kid ever does that, I'll lock my bedroom door
because I shudder to think of some zombie-walking, half-open eyed kid
wandering around the house in their sleep.
That is what child-proofing the house is all about.
Round off corners on tables and shit
so when your creepy ass kid starts sleep walking
around in the middle of the night,
you don't have to deal with corralling them back to their room.
Elgh.
Just weirds me out.
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
08/02: Dad Singing
I can remember only a few times of my dad singing.
And it was only to Ozzy Osbourne songs.
The first time, he was driving me home sick from school,
I think I was maybe 5 or 6 at the time,
when Iron Man came on the radio.
My dad totally sang along to the first few verses...
"Ozzy lost his mind"
"da-da-da-dah-dah-dun-da-dun-dun"
I remember just staring at him in awe.
Who was this man????
I had never heard those noises coming out of his mouth!!!
The other time he sang along Crazy Train.
I can't remember how old I was, I was a teenager, I know that.
I love my freaking dad.
Monday, August 1, 2011
08/01: Birthday
Today is my 30th birthday.
Also the birthday of MTV.
I'm going to kick off this
blog idea I've been holding onto.
A year of 30's.
Each month will have a
different theme
and I will try my damnedest
to choose a topic I can
potentially blog about for
30 freaking days.
Being that this is my birth month,
I feel like doing something
that represents the nostalgic,
existential brooding, reminiscent
side of me that birthdays
always seem to bring out.
So, although this could be
the hardest topic to start with,
I want to do a month of memories.
I'll try to spread it out
enough to last all month.
I'll try to blog each day.
Whew- here we go!
08/01: Memories
Birthday Cakes
My mom used to bake me the most amazing birthday cakes.
She probably still would
if I didn't live
an hour and a half away.
She made me a yummy
chocolate and creme de menthe
cake that was bright green
and dark fudgey brown swirls.
She baked a boxed cake with
store bought frosting-
but tracked down a handful
of New Kids On The Block
pins to decorate the cake with.
She's gotten me Dairy Queen
ice cream cakes
or Rainbow Bright and Barbie cakes or done toppers for
whatever ridiculous thing
I was into.
She always did an amazing job
putting together birthday parties
and picking out great birthday
presents
(of course always giving Dad
partial credit in signing the card)
My birthdays,
for all of my 30 years,
have been spectacular events
because my mom has always
made them so.
Thanks, Mom!
Also the birthday of MTV.
I'm going to kick off this
blog idea I've been holding onto.
A year of 30's.
Each month will have a
different theme
and I will try my damnedest
to choose a topic I can
potentially blog about for
30 freaking days.
Being that this is my birth month,
I feel like doing something
that represents the nostalgic,
existential brooding, reminiscent
side of me that birthdays
always seem to bring out.
So, although this could be
the hardest topic to start with,
I want to do a month of memories.
I'll try to spread it out
enough to last all month.
I'll try to blog each day.
Whew- here we go!
08/01: Memories
Birthday Cakes
My mom used to bake me the most amazing birthday cakes.
She probably still would
if I didn't live
an hour and a half away.
She made me a yummy
chocolate and creme de menthe
cake that was bright green
and dark fudgey brown swirls.
She baked a boxed cake with
store bought frosting-
but tracked down a handful
of New Kids On The Block
pins to decorate the cake with.
She's gotten me Dairy Queen
ice cream cakes
or Rainbow Bright and Barbie cakes or done toppers for
whatever ridiculous thing
I was into.
She always did an amazing job
putting together birthday parties
and picking out great birthday
presents
(of course always giving Dad
partial credit in signing the card)
My birthdays,
for all of my 30 years,
have been spectacular events
because my mom has always
made them so.
Thanks, Mom!
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
07/18: Poor Neglected Blog
Poor thing.
No one writes on you.
I am going to have a year of 30's.
I am turning 30 on August 1st.
I decided I am going to commit myself
to posting something everyday
for the entire year.
I don't think I'll be able to do it for the whole year
each and every single day
so we'll see how long this thing goes on.
I am going to choose a different topic for each month.
Each month I'll post something that goes along with the theme
for the 30 days of the month.
Year of the 30's,
I'm turning 30,
we have a 30 theme.
I'm thinking I'll do stuff like:
30 days of recipes
30 days of music videos
30 days of bad knock knock jokes
30 days of memories
30 days of daily pictures
30 days of affirmations
Stuff like that.
Lookie there, half a year planned out for us.
So, I'm sorry if nothing happens until then.
I don't want to use up any 'good material'.
Ha!
It's going to be a long year, folks.
No one writes on you.
I am going to have a year of 30's.
I am turning 30 on August 1st.
I decided I am going to commit myself
to posting something everyday
for the entire year.
I don't think I'll be able to do it for the whole year
each and every single day
so we'll see how long this thing goes on.
I am going to choose a different topic for each month.
Each month I'll post something that goes along with the theme
for the 30 days of the month.
Year of the 30's,
I'm turning 30,
we have a 30 theme.
I'm thinking I'll do stuff like:
30 days of recipes
30 days of music videos
30 days of bad knock knock jokes
30 days of memories
30 days of daily pictures
30 days of affirmations
Stuff like that.
Lookie there, half a year planned out for us.
So, I'm sorry if nothing happens until then.
I don't want to use up any 'good material'.
Ha!
It's going to be a long year, folks.
Saturday, July 2, 2011
07/02: Dum Dum Girls
Dum Dum Girls- He Gets Me High
A California band, this is from their 2011 release, also titled 'He Gets Me High'.
Love it!
A California band, this is from their 2011 release, also titled 'He Gets Me High'.
Love it!
Friday, July 1, 2011
07/01: Fleet Foxes
Grown Ocean from Fleet Foxes' 2011 release 'Hopelessness Blues'.
Happy anniversary Tony <3
Happy anniversary Tony <3
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