According to my blog stats for January 2012, the top three searches that generated my blog were:
- Barney and Friends
- Tibetan Nudist
- Star Trek camel toe
This sounds like a party to me.
The highest art is the art of living an ordinary life in an extraordinary manner - Tibetan saying
According to my blog stats for January 2012, the top three searches that generated my blog were:
This sounds like a party to me.
Posted by Bette at 5:14 PM 4 Whachoo Say?
Forget the real psycho-babble meaning of ghost in the machine. Duality. The soul. Allow me to personalize. To me this means that there is always going to be that nagging feeling that there is something terribly wrong with me and that cancer has come back and I will die in two days. Always. The ghost in my machine. But then, do I really believe in ghosts? Maybe, maybe not. It's always a possibility. But on the glass half full side...
Posted by Bette at 10:33 AM 3 Whachoo Say?
Taken by my brother from another mother, Dan. This reminds me of the song by the Cure "A Forest".Posted by Bette at 3:45 PM 1 Whachoo Say?
Here I am at work and not working because it is the last work day before New Year's Eve. I am reflecting on this past year. I had high hopes for 2011, but alas, it just...wasn't at all what I thought it would be.
Posted by Bette at 3:33 PM 0 Whachoo Say?
Oh Lee Groban. The first time I met you was at the Gingerman Tavern. You were sitting alone in the corner at a table that sat four. I wanted that table. I was a lazy drunk. You were intimidating and gentle and observant and accommodating and I sat down next to you and we talked and drank until closing. And then I would see you all over town, at all the art openings - your reasons were different than mine, in that you were socializing with friends and I was merely there for the ambiance and free red wine.
Oh! The red wine! I will never forget at Around the Coyote running into you and upon hugging, you planted a very wet kiss on my cheek and as you pulled away, I noticed your mustache and lips and teeth dyed red and it made me laugh and I asked, hey, where can I get some of that?
You would always greet me by asking me "Are you Elizabeth Stock from 1542 West Waveland?". Everytime. Even if I had just seen you the week before. You gave me a poem written so small I could barely read it. And you were awesome. Thank you for inspiring me.
RIP Lee Groban - 20 March 1947 - 09 December 2011 - Gentle soul.Posted by Bette at 4:10 PM 4 Whachoo Say?