Tuesday, May 27, 2008
And here's the runway portion:
Is she a nut or what?
Now, on to more serious things...my garden. I took up gardening when we moved into this house, and then when I started grad school, began to neglect it. Now I barely plant annuals at the beginning of spring/fall. But I try to keep it up enough to still have lovely colors and shit. Here are the fruits of my (coughcough) labor:
That's a Japanese maple, obviously, flanked by azaleas and with some purple thing from the neighbor's yard in the background.
Here are some lovely little things I planted in amongst the (damn taking over the garden) daylilies. Aren't they sweet?
Next is my favorite...but don't tell the other plants. It's my New Dawn trailing roses:
And a faraway shot:
Actually they aren't my favorite. I don't have a favorite. Look at these amazing peonies. I neglected to get a photo of them on the bush, and now with all the rain we've had they've fallen over so I'll just show you this one of the incredible blooms in my living room:
They smell AMAZING. Okay, here's my favorite tree in the back yard. I swear it's got a soul:
And one last shot...my hellebores. I like them cause they have a lot of personality, and are very hardy:
That's it for now. Come back tomorrow, when we play "Meet the Pets"!
Thursday, May 22, 2008
Okay, the Sex and the City movie comes out a week from tomorrow. I've been thinking about the show, and how much I adore it, and came up with a few of my favorite episodes:
-The episode where they go to the wedding of the character played by Nathan Lane, and Charlotte and Harry dance together and you realize that she really likes him...that whole episode is very sweet.
-The one where Smith cuts his hair all off cause Samantha shaved her head after she started losing her hair to chemo. He loves her...
-Another one - when Miranda's mother dies and the girls all show up and as she's walking out of the church she sees Steve and Aiden came too....that part always makes me cry.
-One more! The episode where Carrie meets up with her old fling, played by David Duchovny, and it turns out he lives in a mental institute.
OH and look! I found the perfect Carrie quote for me this week:
Later that night I got to thinking about the x-factor. In mathematics, we learn that x stands for the unknown, a+b=x, but what's really unknown is what plus what equals friendship with an ex. Is this an unsolvable equation? Or is it possible to transform a once passionate love into something that fits nice and easily onto the friendship shelf? I couldn’t help but wonder... can you be friends with an ex?
I wish I had their gams...any of them. OH how I love this show...counting the days till the movie! I am so excited about this I can't stand it. Discuss.
Friday, May 16, 2008
Now, onto something that is really bothering me, my ongoing murky relationship with this man I'm crazy about. Here's what keeps happening that puzzles me: He and I make contact, by email, text, phone, whatever. We have a lovely series of emails, texts, or a lovely four-hour chat. I feel close to him and I think he's feeling close to me. Then the next day, he pulls away again, is busy, has no time, or just isn't around. I feel okay with it, cause we had the night before and I know that he is whatever he is, and needs some space. Then the next day, ditto. I make an attempt to contact him, he replies, in a friendly, non-committal way. That's fine. Kind of. Then nothing. Then I get worried, cause my insecurities pop up to say "Are you crazy? He's obviously hiding something from you!" Then I get past that, cause I am wiser now, and think "Give him a break. He loves you, this is just all he can handle right now. Remember you're not IN a relationship." And everything is fine again. Then he calls, we have another four-hour conversation, he tells me he loves me and it starts all over again.
The problem is that we are in a relationship, just one that has no real name. Or parameters. Or touching. That's actually okay. What bothers me is that there's a big gap that I'm afraid is not going away, like EVER. I can handle waiting. I can handle weirdness. I understand how hard it is for him. But I feel like I'm in Groundhog Day a little bit. Is this what he meant when he used to tell me "You'll get tired of my shit too, like they all do"? Does he push people (women) away until they finally have no other choice but to actually GO away? Is this the "we drifted apart" I've heard about...in truth a self-fulfilling prophecy kind of drift? Intentional but not intentional..? I want to stay around, I miss him when he's not in my life, but I guess I'm beginning to feel the strain. Sunday he completely blew me off in a very cold way, and I have to ask myself if he's not trying to tell me to go away without having to tell me.
Well I'm not going anywhere. We're gonna have to figure out how to work this friend-/relationship, cause I am not giving up on us. It's too important.
And he's the best.
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
You know what I love about Dexter? Every time I see him he asks me about French poetry stuff, and quotes me some Baudelaire. Only he calls him "Charrrls BOW-da-layer." What a doll. Who would think Dex loves Bowdalayer?
Go. See. Them.
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Tonight I met Domenica for pinot noir at Apres Diem. We got a bit tipsy. On the way home I loudly blared various stations - my fave is "First Wave," which plays stuff from the late 70's and early 80's, as one might expect by the name. It's fabulous. I heard this song just as I got in the car, which I swear I've never heard before. It blew me away, partly because I am drunk, partly because it so goes along with my mid 80's vibe of earlier in the day. It made me miss Kris Clower again, really badly. Great song...
That thing he does with his voice at around 2:05...then again at 3:04...I love it. I sang it over and over all the way home. What a great pop song. What funny lyrics. I've always had this I-know-he's-gay-but-so-what crush on Morrissey. Now I remember why.
Then I changed the station, and heard this, another blast from the past:
I hate ELO, I thought, but man...what a great song this is - the harmonies...the sentiment...the melody...the memories from high school. Just lovely. I can't wait to go somewhere tomorrow and listen to more.
Monday, May 12, 2008
Oh the beauty of Lenox! When I first moved to Atlanta after college in the mid-80's, I spent much of my life at this mall, and in fact worked in the men's fragrance counter of Macy's for a while. Being there again made me feel like it was 1986 and I was out with Kris Clower trying on clothes and shoes and buying lots of makeup and stuff getting ready for a Saturday night at Weekend's. It was invigorating. We went to J Crew (ooooooooo!), Coach (aaaaaaaaa!), Kenneth Cole and the Mac store. I don't have a Mac...I don't even like them...but heavens! This store! It's all music and light and pretty people and pretty toys...I decided I need a iPod Touch. It was sooooooo beautiful. And there was some fabulous speaker system thing to go with your iPod Touch that I need too. Rosie and I played with it and searched for the Killers and played "Jenny" and "Andy" and "On Top." Bad choice, cause the Killers always remind me of him, so I got all sad. I bought them both. Egad.
Then back we went to Bloomingdale's. We had moved on to the upstairs level of Lenox by now, so as we entered the store we found ourselves right at the beautiful women's clothes. I perused some swimsuits...lovely...and some skirts...gorgeous...then suddenly I spotted the most beautiful dress I've ever seen. It's white silky (but not shiny) soft material, and tailored just right. It's sleeveless and hugs my waist and makes my bottom look really cute. I bought it. It was $200. Is that bad? I guess not really, but I sure don't have any money right now. But at least I look fabulous.
Men. Who knows what they're ever thinking? I console myself with fashion.
Sunday, May 11, 2008
So I'm sitting here in a hotel room, alone. It's kind of nice...I love hotels anyway, and it's nice to be able to do whatever I want. I had dinner tonight at the famous Taco Stand. BBD and QO, with chips and a half order of guac. As far as I know, I'm the only person who eats this particular combination. Ha. It was fabulous to be here again.
Anyone out there want to do lunch tomorrow?
Friday, May 9, 2008
Sunday, May 4, 2008
Okay, that's weird. But what's really creepy is that her ex-boyfriend was listed as Christian Camargo, whose photo looked so familiar to me I had to google him. Oh my God...of course he looks familiar. He's the actor who plays Rudy Cooper, aka Brian Moser, aka the Ice Truck Killer, aka Dexter's brother.
Oh now that's just wrong. Here's what dose.ca had to say about it:
Dexter Stars Keep It in the Family. Um, EwwwwWe've reported on some rumoured Hollywood hookups in the past that have made us want to cry (Kristen Bell and Dax Shepard), upchuck (Diane Keaton and Keanu Reeves) and throw our hands to the heavens and scream "why, God, why?!?" (Ryan Gosling and Kirsten Dunst), but no odd couple sighting has ever left us trembling in the corner in the fetal position, crying for our mommies to come and make the icky visuals stop racing through our heads.
That is, until we heard about Dexter star Michael C. Hall's rumoured relationship with his TV sister, Jennifer Carpenter. Everyone's favourite serial killer has reportedly been spending lots of off-screen quality time with his little sis, reports People.
The small screen sibs were spotted dining at the Sunset Tower Hotel last week, celebrating news that their Showtime show won a prestigious Peabody award.
"It was romantic," an eyewitness tells People. "They were drinking champagne and there was the clinking of glasses. They were clearly celebrating."
"I don't see what the big deal is," a source close to the couple adds. "They play brother and sister on the show, but they are actors, after all."
Not a big deal? Oh sure, it's all puppies and rainbows now, but just wait until she looks twice at another man and Dexter retaliates by Saran Wrapping his ass and cutting him up into tiny little pieces.And they didn't even know about the Rudy connection. Shiver...
And I thought Mariettans were incestuous!