today i woke up laughing. what the hell??

i really did. i wish i knew what was so damn funny. i listened to Ugly Casanova on the way to work. it has modest mouse guy in it + other people from bands everyone knows. fun stuff. haven't done crap today except dream about spring & hot brittish punk rockers that i've never met. i had a dream about that tattoo chic w/ a gun. maybe that's why i was laughing.
love and rainbows & unicorns and stuff.

Speaking of Plushies....

found this on a link that emiloo sent to me the other day. brilliant tv ad.

http://badtree.com/Cool_Commercials/wmv/Blaupunkt_Speakers.htm

flack

i am tired and ready for nap action on this cloudy sunday. going to meet chelsey for brunch at aqua. yay. then nap. sorry for boring update, i haven't much to say today. love.

monkey dust!!!

longest most boringest day ever. gahh! i am going home early to play guitar and think about spring. i was in toadstool today reading about lasagne gardening. i think i might try it. i never heard of it. you don't have to dig a garden. you just layer compost & mulch and ash etc. right on top of the ground! then plant your vegetables. so cool. i didn't make a bed at my new place so this is a great solution. ciao for now.

i want to be a farmer.

i miss summer and farmers market. makes me want to have chickens. we have a nice chicken coop. it would make a nice fort, really. i can't decide if we should have chickens or not. if we do, i might get grossed out and never eat another egg, which is no biggy, but then what about the chickens. how will they feel. i'm sure mandy would take them if i didn't want them anymore. it would be fun to have fancy chickens.

Like eating glass

it is snowing hard which means i have to walk in dark up drive. and i don't have a light or snowshoes and i'm scared of the dark. bahh! oh well. i am listening to bloc party real loud so that makes me happy.

trees are bad for pollution.

walked in the woods all day with bryan and little annie. felt like spring. so good. i love tall trees. they make me feel small. i liked this tree in particular. love and such.

your heart, felt good...it was dripping pitch and made of wood...

i don't care how mainstream & overplayed that band is, those are brilliant lyrics. that is how i feel at the moment. whenever i feel like i don't know what the fuck i'm doing, i read The Alchemist. when you listen to your heart, the whole universe conspires to help you realize your personal destiny. when all things fail i say "it's in the hands of the universe". i remember saying to my family, when we were in the ER the day my Dad died, "don't worry, the universe will take care of us." they must have thought i was crazy. but i'm not. and i knew exactly what i was saying. more importanlty, I believed it. and it's held true.
lesson learned today: never go stale. remember what makes you feel alive in an electric kind of way, and LIVE.

Show me the way to the next vino bottle...

my sister thinks my family has been hitting the sauce too much this past year. self medicating turned into habit. funny, i didn't even notice until she said something. all this talk about new clothes, skat at gym, & getting back into health has me thinking. i guess i need some cute gym clothes. and mesh undies. i normally hate underwear but i like these.

judgment day.

nothing pisses me off more than judgmental fucks who feel superior to all others in their looks, lifestyle and personal goals. classist bastards. i hate that they are so ignorant. i hate that part of me cares that they are missing out on some great thing about a person that is different from them.

let us be lovers, we'll marry our fortunes together...

i've got some real estate here in my bag...

actually, i don't have crap in my bag. especially real estate. i just like the way the sounds. feels like spring today! i actually opened a window in the little shed i call home. (seriously, i'll post some pics soon.)
it's the kind of weather that wakes me up from the deep freeze, with a sense of urgency that motivates me to move these frozen bones. and maybe buy a new pair of pants.
i've been existing in limbo for some time now. i threw out most of my clothes & shoes, so i'm left w/ a tiny laundry basket of outfits to chose from. blah. most mornings i'm embarrassed to leave the house. i wear the same shoes every day. at least my socks are exciting. it's hard to feel sexy when you wear the same gray hoodie day in and day out. the fanciest thing i own is a black sweater w/ holes in the elbows. (pictured above.) but i am happy.

if only she was OUR president!

http://msnbc.msn.com/id/10824185/site/newsweek/

spying on the guy downstairs

no i'm not a peeping kat, but i imagine that this is how i looked when glancing in the neigbors window. in my last apt. you see, i lived upstairs, and my porch was downstairs. i'd be there most evenings w/ a glass of wine watering my plants....right in front of his kitchen window. there he'd be making dinner in his underwear, and there i'd be trying not to look. but i couldn't help but glance over. GAHHH! old man in tighty whities! quickly down the rest of drink and walk away...fast.

wtf?

So, something I was thinking about today:
raccoons have penis bones. an actual BONE!
let me explain. i was in NYC about a month ago, and I wandered into this store that is run by the smithsonian or something. they sell the most bizarre shit. like python skulls, scorpian lollipops & raccoon penis bones. i've since learned they're also call "texas toothpicks". also, farm boys in the mid-west have been know to give them to their girlfriends as gifts. ("hey let's go steady, here's a raccoon dick bone"...)
go ahead and google it. i'd post a link myself, but i'm at work & there is no telling what kind of "big brother spy equipment" is attached to my computer.

love,
kate

there are chickens in the trees...

well, actually they are turkeys. what's up w/ that? they are in the trees outside my window in the morning and fly out at daylight & land in the drive. i hear gunshots. but not for the turkeys. it would be fun if they peacocks instead.

here's to cisco & sonny & lead-belly too...

just bought a ticket to maui for 2/2. finishing my dad's trip. he visited every state (mostly on his harley with his best friend) except arkansas & hawaii. so, his best friend went to arkansas on his bike, got some dirt & we left it at his resting place on the mountain. now sarah, mom, & i are flying to maui to do the same. wanted to do a trip w/ some friends, but i need to be a part of closing this chapter of the book. love to all.
kat

here's to cisco and sonny & lead-belly too.
and to all the good people that traveled with you.
here's to the hearts & the hands of the men,
that come with the dust & are gone with the wind.
~dylan

teeth in the grass

hmmm. that conjures quite a mental image now, doesn't it? i can almost taste it. green green grass, with lumps of wet dirt. or mud. i guess it would be mud if it were wet.
can anyone tell me how the hell i can put links on here for YOUR blog? i am obviously missing something. love to all.

ps: can you beleive sarah scattings new tat? it is pretty damn rad.

christmas at swamp castle

Everyone, meet little Annie. She sits holding my presents-- a tiny water color by Lee & a book about reindeer herders in northern Siberia (can i go? i want to ride reindeer & talk to shamans).
And there's Emiloo & your's truly rippin on geetar. Or something like it.

me rockin out on ben's SG

#1 Reason why I feel like a loser today....

I got a new planner and am wicked excited about it. Has fancy slots for business cards & such. My boss gave it to me for xmas. That is a lame thing to get excited about. I'll take what I can get today though.