He'll be here on Monday

Who is he? Dave Matthews and I'll be seeing the Monday concert at the Hollywood Bowl with my darling daughter. She usually sees him at least twice when he's in the area and I get to go once. This time she will see three concerts, Irvine tonight, Chula Vista tomorrow night and Hollywood on Monday.

That photo was from one of my all time favorite concerts, Vegas, and I think it was 1999. Little Bird would be able to say exactly you see, she's the big fan, I like his band a lot but most of the fun is going with her.

So Monday night I'll pick her up and we'll make the pilgrimage and shout and dance and be deaf for the next day but I wouldn't miss it for the world. Heck, who knows how many more years will I be able to go.

He's coming to town

Fingers: I need all ten

Due to a crazy little accident I have a broken and somewhat purple right middle finger which makes typing difficult. Now, darling husband has been doing lots for me but typing would be out of the question since he only has nine fingers himself.

Give me a day or two and I should be back to normal. Now I just have to figure out how to drive without giving an unintentional finger to other drivers.

Three hots and a cot

Sister/Aunt Weed/Doodles will be visiting next week so we'll either post a lot or be just too busy and not get too it. I hope it's the former. We are tidying up the guest room which means Buddy gets evicted while she's here but one more person in the house means more treats so it's a trade off.

She's already started a list of what she wants me to cook and I think I'm going to put together a list of my own. We do know for sure that lil bird will be making us some of her yummy ice cream.

So I'm putting you all on notice--don't beat me up for not posting regularly. Anyone who knows me know the two sisty uglers can get distracted by the smallest of things.

"I know, let's drive to the desert ... oh look, a chicken."

We do plan to find some of Great Taco Hunt's Four-Tacos-or-more establishments and hopefully a visit to Late Night TV's Craig Ferguson. Hopefully the PBE girls will make it down to the desert without too many side trips.

As Weed says "stay tuna'd!"

We love you, you cranky magnificent bastard

We have this friend and he can be the greatest person and the worst person and darling husband and I pretty much put up with the worst person because we like him and he's part of our family. Like a cranky old bastard uncle but family none the less. He usually calls to apologize when he's like that.

You see we're all family and that's what family does--it forgives. I've gotten rid of people I don't like but family--hey, it's about forgiveness because my family forgives me, I think.

So we love him when he likes himself and we worry about him when he's the bastard. Like family or something.

Vini, vidi, decori

We have finally painted the "hobby" bathroom and when Dan pulled out the old medicine cabinet this is what we found. Just in case you can't read this it says,

LAD Jan. 16, 1988--We came, we saw, we painted!

This is the handy work of our only darling daughter when she was sixteen and it brought back a memory or two.

Thanks, little bird.

Marshmallow cream heaven

This was way too fun. Read my post on Peanut Butter Étouffee.

Diabetics; turn away now