Tuesday, June 26, 2007

Instant Karma

Can karma really exist? And, if it does, is it possible that it's spread over multiple lifetimes? Cuz, I can't remember any heinous acts that I've committed since the late 70s and I'm being beaten with the Karma Billy Club. I must have been a slave owner or bore Hitler in a previous life. OK, maybe not that bad, but I probably was a klan member or textile mill owner. That's the only logical explanation. If I were 10 years younger, I could bust out a philosophical proof just to show you. But you'll just have to take my word because I'm not as smart as I used to be.

Go-Gos

"Vacation
All I ever wanted
Vacation
Had to get away
Vacation
Meant to be spent alone"

Seriously need a vacation. I used to think of that song as my theme song in law school. At least when we were at the Red Lyon because it was in the jukebox and I played it everytime we went there. Along with Raspberry Beret.

At the Jet Lag I always played Bittersweet by Big Head Todd (OK, I played that at every bar that had it, including Louise's) and Tangerine by Led Zepplin.

Then, at the Ranch I always requested "Just what I do" by Trick Pony and
sometimes "I love a rainy night" by Eddie Rabbit.

And, at the Sandbar, I always played "dancing queen," "east bound and down", "Brown Eyed Girl, "car wash," "son of a preacher man" and sometimes "Waterloo" and "Brand New Key". If it was a bad night, i'd play "knowing me, knowing you." And, above the jukebox, there's a crazy picture of Jimmy Buffet that I mistakenly took for Scott Bakula (yes, of Quantum Leap fame) one night.

And, that concludes my jukebox bar tour of Lawrence, Kansas.

Sunday, June 24, 2007

Not so special afterall


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Saturday, June 23, 2007

Nesting mission complete. Dishes not included.

I bought a new jade plant and a new cactus (the last two met their fate last year by way of the toxic twosome, Esme Jules and Ruby Claire). Esme actually chews on the cactus. She is a strange, strange animal.

That led me to re-pot my umbrella plant and Jenny Thomas, my amarylis. Yes, Summer, the original pot has been placed in storage, traded in favor of a red pot to go with the living room decor. I will save it, however, and put one of Jenny's future children in it.

To my horror, after I introduced Cactus Jr. and Jade Jr. to my slumpartment, my amarylis Jenny Thomas was found unconcious and de-potted on the floor three days in a row. The plant stands were no match for le femme nikittens. I purchased a sturdy console table to act as an arboretum. It blocks my a/c vents, but it's big enough for plants and cats to co-exist. Harmony prevails.

I bought some new picture frames, rotating and adding pictures for display. I finally displayed on my of my favorite pictures, though I'm not sure why it's a favorite: Max patiently reading the newspaper during March Madness 2002 at BW3s.

I then realized I could no longer stare at the boxes of my bookshelves. They've been harbored in my apartment since Christmas 2005. I've run out of excuses to put them up, knowing I would most likely be in the slumpartment for more than a few months. Red Beard stopped by and, within the hour, my living room shrunk by the shear massiveness of the shelves. But, I did clear two bins of books I've been avoiding in the cats' bedroom. (Hey, I'm a single female in a two bedroom. It's only reasonable they get a room of their own).

As a final touch, I added a Martha Stewart Tiffany-Style floor lamp to the living room. My previous $15 lamp with the dented metal shade has been relegated to the kitchen.



Plants: $25.00
Pots: $20.00
Table: $100.00
Lamp: $40.00
Bookshelves: $0
Cluttered Living Room in Magic City Slum: Priceless.

Date 2007

My first date of this year is scheduled for Monday.

It was actually scheduled for Thursday but I was struck down by the plague and had to cancel.

Yikes.