Still alive here

I'm still hangin', haven't been on here in a few days though. Sometimes, I live on this blog, other times I get distracted by life. You know how it goes. I got through Eric's birthday, actually, I spaced it and then briefly went on face book and saw 'happy birthdays' and it hit me hard. What do you say? Yeah, happy birthday to my dead kid who doesn't come around much. Not that I blame him. For sure. I'd find something better to do too, given a choice. Anyhow, life keeps truckin'. I went over to a friend's house and got rum drunk. (First time ever.) Not because of a date on the calendar, just because she knows how to mix a fucking drink. Shit was good. She gave me a bottle of coconut to take home. (Thank you, AdriANN.) I got paranoid and hid it in the trunk. I probably wouldn't even have blown high, I'm such a light weight, but, I've never had a DUI and don't plan on it. Took a back road home, real late, I couldn't have hit anything but a cow, at worst. I was fine. Didn't see a soul, which is what I expected. Don't try this at home, kids. (Unless you live in for real nowhere, like I do.) Call the cops, troll. It happens once every ten years or so. Tell 'em to lay low. Pack a lunch.

I had to take my mom to the next town over to get her eye measured for some laser surgery she's having and while she was in the eyeball shop, I went and hit a junk store. I found another old light up globe. I know, they're weird, but, I can't resist them, if they're cheap. I got that big one. It doesn't show in the pic, but, it lights up real good. (I need to fix the middle seam of that small one.) I don't know why, but, they comfort me, somehow. Like, at night, they just seem to be warm, a warm friend. I keep them on all the time. I have several. They have to be a certain way though, and those colors. That blue and orange thing. More junk sitting around. Like I don't have enough of that. You know, you've seen it on here. I live like a hoarder right now.

Now, that day, I was not drinking rum or imbibing in anything at all (damn it) and they had these fucking aquariums with real water and these jellyfishes. I swear to Cobain, I thought they were real. I was, like, where the fuck did these hicks get jelly fish?? I had to be real close, and stare at them a long time before I realized, they're fake. They looked a lot like smaller versions of the ones at the HD zoo. They moved real too. They had magnets in 'em, and they played off each other and the water current and evey time they'd bump, they'd light up. It messed with my head. I tried to find a video, but, there wasn't one as good as these fuckers in the Iowa back woods junk shop. HERE's one that's close. But, the one's these guys had here, were much better. They were more animated and detailed AND they lit up individually. Awesome shit. I don't know if I'd pay $80 bucks for them. Still mullin' that over. Nope. I just can't justify it. But, they were good. They had a little version for like, $20 bucks, but, I dunno. It was cute, but, more novelty. HERE's one of those. Cute. Have you guys seen these things? Are they new or have I just been out here in the corn fields too long?

Oh, christ, another awards thingy, right? SAG? More ugly dresses in the news today. Fuck, okay. Maybe, I'll blog if there's something else in the news. I get tired of the stupid fashion game, don't you? Who cares anymore? You are never going to see Cher in a Bob Makey bikini with a feathered head piece again. Sharon Stone isn't marching in, in a white backwards tux. They're all playing it safe and trying to out label each other..and the result isn't classy, it's boring fug. While I'm at it, let me tell you what I think of that bright red lip trend. Gorgeous..not. Most of them look like vampire hookers. That would be a good title for a movie, wouldn't it? Okay, I'm done. Enough, 'in my head today' brought to you by our sponsors, 'out of coffee' and 'life's a bitch'. Earl Gray and smokes though.

PS, I don't get on Face Book much, but, when I do, I love the pics of your kids. You guys have such beautiful children and I am not blowin' smoke. Polly, I can not believe how that baby boy of yours has grown and he just keeps getting cuter.