I'm looking slightly rough...

A couple of nights ago, we were sitting down at the dinner table, which I have to tell you is a cafe table-that is my mind set. Ok so dinner, and my almost 4 year son, starts singing, "BBBBBBBB Benny and the JETSSSSSSSSSSSSSS".

Now. Sir Elton is not hated in our household, but we do not own any Elton. He picked this up on the radio from driving in the car. I sang a couple more of the lyrics to him, and he was very amused by "electric boots". He is further advanced than I was at his age. I used to think that song was very naughty, because I thought the song said "electric boobs." Quite a colorful picture in a young girls head.


Some more songs that my little man sings to me....snippets, really and everyone has to guess what they are.


"Lips like sugar, sugar kisses..." changes into "mama kisses"

"There goes a dog fish, chased by a cat fish" has changed since World Cup "there goes a german fish chased by a french fish".

"and it's cool to be a cat, it's cool for cats..."

"breathing in...breathing out"

He sings some very sweet children's songs too, but he will break out into cool for cats at any moment.

You got to pick out every stitch...

I recently saw in the paper this strange little bit of news.


"Virginia's governor yesterday pardoned a woman convicted of being a witch 300 years ago.

Grace Sherwood was accused in 1706 of using her black powers to force pregnant women to miscarry in the state's tiny region of Pungo."

I want to know why she was pardoned, especially since she was never put to death. It's nice that the governor did this, maybe her ancestors urged the council to have her exonerated. And they probably had a big wad of cash.

In the United States alone, there were at least 28 recorded victims of this sort of crime, most of which were people that did not go along with the status quo. Hundreds of thousands of people across the globe were executed. Where are their pardons?

I surely would be considered a witch in the Puritan eyes.

Here is a list of those accused.

But old mangroves, sweet winds blow...

Car trips are great fun when you are going on vacations, not so hot when you have to go see a relative that is supposedly on his death bed. I'm not going to waste space talking about it because it seems rather pointless, and I'm still a bit mad about the whole issue.

We drove to Atlanta, Georgia and I'm so happy to be back in Stinkskill. I thought I would write a short list of some things from our little excursion.

5 reasons why I love the south
-I miss the sweet Magnolia trees.
-The Carolinas are the only place where Venus Flytraps grow.
-Kudzu covered trees along the highway. Sometimes the formations look like dragons trying to crawl out of the mire.
-It's the only place you can get away with drinking Creme de Menthe.
-Cheap groceries.

5 reasons why I hate the south
-Orange clay. It does not wash out of your clothes
-The humidity!
-People are FAKE nice. Waitresses especially who call you "hun", will no sooner turn around and spit in your sweet tea.
-It's the Bible belt!
-Everything is fried!

rain falls in grey far away...

Poor crazy,brilliant Syd Barret. Yet another person I'll never meet. Rest in peace man.

"In the evening sun going down
when the earth streams in, in the morning
send a cage through the post
make your name like a ghost
please, please, Baby Lemonade"

School's out forever...

Our small family went off to the neighborhood pool on Sunday. Overall, a nice time. The little man is a complete daredevil and just dives under water, without the full grasp of swimming yet. He is very proud that he is learning how to hold his breath.

All of the nice things have to be counter balanced with something not so pleasant. Oh dear, you say.

There was a mom sitting on the grass near the pool, tweezing. Yes tweezing her bikini area. Ewwww.

Why? We're all in the kiddie pool. We are not at Club Med. If it was so bad, she should have thought about it before she hauled her children to the pool.


So I ask, what crazy, indecent things have you seen someone do in public.

....But most of all, I did it my way...

Melvin discovered this great ad campaign for me and Acumamakiki has reminded me of them, because she's off to Philly for the weekend.

Look here for more ads.
Philly news


I love these so much. Now get out there and listen to some Sex Pistols today and make your mark on the world.

Life in a northern town...

There is something so nice and wonderful about car trips. Even if it's just for a short time. Melvin had a nice bit of time off for the holiday weekend and so we packed the car and went looking for our next town to live in. Vagabonds.

If we were true gypsies we would have taken just what we needed for the new house and left everything else behind and start over. Modern society doesn't allow us that convenience. I wish we could but there must be proper planning.

So we were off, to the very top of the Adirondacks Mountains. Not the Catskills, but about an hour away from Montreal. One hour away. Driving on the highway felt like we were already in another country. The signs were posted in English and French. It is a medium sized town called Plattsburgh and it's on Lake Champlain. Very historical place, very sweet, also reasonable. It's Craftsman houses galore. This may be the town.

You're built like a car...

I love lists and this one was from the queen of lists Acumamakiki

yourself = hot
your partner = talented
your hair = wavy
your mother = stubborn
your father = workhorse
your favorite item = silver
your dream last night = icky
your favorite drink = zazz
your dream home = craftsman
the room you're in = white
your pleasure = drawing
your fear = falling
where you want to be in 10 years = somewhere
who you hung out with last night = family
what you're not = pretentious
your best friend = Melvin
one wish list item = massage
your gender = girl
the last thing you did = read
the last thing you ate = corn
your life = complicated
the last person you talked to on the phone = mom
who are you thinking of right now = husband