I forgot to mention that
Vegas was awesome last month. Wish we could go there all the time. And for LONGER. So relaxing.
Lezlee
Sunday, February 26, 2006
Friday, February 24, 2006
Diet Coke & Valium
I always said this was the perfect diet for a mom.
Random thoughts: I like the babybel cheese that's covered in wax and the way the wax unfurls when you pull the little tag. Ingenious.
I like being alone in the house.
The perfect time of day is about 10:58 pm.
The worst time of day is about 5:00 pm
Hard licorice is still good.
Tranquility is difficult to find but on those rare occassions when you do manage to capture it they are memorable and great. Times I remember as tranquil:
Sun Valley Idaho in 1981 w/ Alicia
The spa at the Mirage w/ Shannon the year 2000
The pool at the Mandalay Bay 2003
A hottub at a hotel in Salt Lake City when I was about 16 years old, by myself under a starry sky.
Mexico, always in Mexico, on the beach with my licorice.
Stolen moments in the car when it's cold outside but the sun warms the entire interior of the car. Sometimes I won't get out of the car when it's like that. Like a cat.
Sunbathing in my backyard between the ages of 13-17, the smell of Hawaiian Tropicana Suntan oil in my nose - or Baby Oil.
Love's babysoft perfume circa 1981.
Scotland in the ruined Abby's.
Bubble baths and one in particular when I was 17 and realized I was 17 - like really KNEW I was only 17 and that I was free, free, free and I would never be that free ever again. That was the moment I realized childhood was about to end, but I remember it fondly.
Curling up in the fetal position and falling asleep when you don't mean to.
College Campus'. Always feel tranquil on them. Every time.
Under a tree in provo utah, writing.
On my bed in my room in provo utah, writing.
These moments are not to be confused with happiness or bliss - those are very different states.
Random thoughts: I like the babybel cheese that's covered in wax and the way the wax unfurls when you pull the little tag. Ingenious.
I like being alone in the house.
The perfect time of day is about 10:58 pm.
The worst time of day is about 5:00 pm
Hard licorice is still good.
Tranquility is difficult to find but on those rare occassions when you do manage to capture it they are memorable and great. Times I remember as tranquil:
Sun Valley Idaho in 1981 w/ Alicia
The spa at the Mirage w/ Shannon the year 2000
The pool at the Mandalay Bay 2003
A hottub at a hotel in Salt Lake City when I was about 16 years old, by myself under a starry sky.
Mexico, always in Mexico, on the beach with my licorice.
Stolen moments in the car when it's cold outside but the sun warms the entire interior of the car. Sometimes I won't get out of the car when it's like that. Like a cat.
Sunbathing in my backyard between the ages of 13-17, the smell of Hawaiian Tropicana Suntan oil in my nose - or Baby Oil.
Love's babysoft perfume circa 1981.
Scotland in the ruined Abby's.
Bubble baths and one in particular when I was 17 and realized I was 17 - like really KNEW I was only 17 and that I was free, free, free and I would never be that free ever again. That was the moment I realized childhood was about to end, but I remember it fondly.
Curling up in the fetal position and falling asleep when you don't mean to.
College Campus'. Always feel tranquil on them. Every time.
Under a tree in provo utah, writing.
On my bed in my room in provo utah, writing.
These moments are not to be confused with happiness or bliss - those are very different states.
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Monday, February 20, 2006
0013. nirvana
Feeling obsessive about Kurt Cobain again...don't know why I do that, for a while it was Andy Warhol...then years later serial killers....kinda weird. Kurt Cobain was a couple of years ago and now I feel a renewed interest. And sometimes I wonder how as a suburban/urban housewife whose life is basically the complete diametric opposite of Kurt Cobain can feel an affinity for the man. But somewhow I do. I think sometimes I want to save the crazy people...or I relate, or something. I dunno. I try not to worry about it too much just live it or whatever.
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music
Saturday, February 18, 2006
Bangalore
We went out to dinner with some of our good friends last night. Turns out they are moving to Bangalore India for at about two years while he sets up a branch law firm there for the national firm he works for. They amaze me because they have 2 little toddlers and they are so advenurous. I feel so boring and domestic by comparison. But would I really have ever moved to Bangalore?
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travel
Friday, February 17, 2006
wall on Curacao colour has arisen by sea air
I like old busted up things that are still beautiful somehow. Like this.
Sunday, February 12, 2006
Loch Ness
I'm trying to plan a trip to Scotland for us next month. It's getting a bit tough because there is always more than you can possibly see in 10 days, and Kirk and I have been there before but this time we are taking Holden so you kind of want to let him see some of the same cook things you already saw. We saw this castle last time - that's loch ness in the background.
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travel
Thursday, February 09, 2006
violent-femmes-
I'm kinda bummed because I just found out the Violent Femmes were at the Marquee like 2 weeks ago and I totally missed it! I usually check to see when they're coming to town but last time I checked they were only coming to Tucson and not to Phoenix. Dang. Anyway, I am EXHAUSTED today. SERIOUSLY exhausted. It's bad when you are driving your kids to school and you keep wondering if it would be okay to close just one eye, just for a little while. I have this bad situation where I am a total night owl and have tons of energy at night and really don't ever want to go to bed but then I have to be up at 5 am to get Holden going. If I can figure out a way to take a nap today, I totally have to do it. But missing the Femmes - that makes me sad...they usually only come once a year.
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Wednesday, February 08, 2006
Violent Femmes
I heart the Violent Femmes. Seriously. I heart Gordon the most. And I will always love the Violent Femmes, so I will never age. Because that's the bargain you make when you sign on to be a Violent Femmes fan forever. Same reason I'll always love Holden Caulfield, and even though JD Salinger might turn out to be a real bastard - it could just be because he stopped believing in Holden. So I hold on to Holden, and I hold on to the Violent Femmes, and that's how I hold on to my still deeply held belief in Santa Claus, because kind of, in a way, I refuse to grow up.
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Wednesday, February 01, 2006
Wind in her Hair
We took all these photos of Hollie downtown and they all turned out so great. This is one of the digitals but the ones I took with my Nikon were shockingly good as well. Kirk is using them to start a series of paintings. She's almost the perfect model. She pretty but not too perfect looking - she got the whole long leg thing but her face is interesting. The light and the wind were very cooperative. I wish most of my days were filled with creative endeavors rather than what they usually ARE filled with.
Thursday, January 26, 2006
Toothache
Dude, I have a serious toothache. Saw the endodontist today and even he seemed unsettled by the large amounts of puss spewing from my root canal done in Mexico about 2 years ago when I was too retarded to figure out that my insurance would have been cheaper than paying for Mexican dentistry. What is wrong with me?
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Monday, January 23, 2006
Playing on flickr
Suppose to be a grown-up today. Suppose to do "invoices" and "shopping" and "bill paying" and oh, I dont' know maybe change out of my sock monkey pajamas at some point, but no....I continue to play.
Monday, December 26, 2005
The Volcano at the Mirage
Hooraw! We're going to vegas for a vacation before the New Year begins. Here's to kicking off 2006 the right way. (Christmas was great).
Saturday, December 24, 2005
Monday, December 19, 2005
Getting there...
I'm working on it...getting a little more settled into the idea of Christmas. Just a couple more valium and I'll make it through the crowds who waited til last minute like me.
Monday, December 05, 2005
Dasher and Dancer
I'm so stressing about Christmas now - as usual nothing is bought. I'm completely discombobulated - will my life ever become organized or something remotely resembling organization and not just harried mania?
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Thursday, December 01, 2005
headachy
I have a headache. Have had a headache for 2 days. Excedrin, Sudefed, Vicodin and Fioriset aren't helping.
Friday, November 25, 2005
$2 and counting
Saw JCs new movie tonight. Liked it. Wanted to love it but somehow couldn't quite. Sometimes I miss the old John Cusack, not exactly, but somehow...but maybe that's just me missing my own youth.
Wednesday, November 16, 2005
john "my boyfriend" cusack
It's always nice when things like this show up in your mailbox. It smells like cinnamon and oranges in my house today and that makes me happy. The maid come today which is fantastic. So even though I am sleepy and tired and stressed about oh so many things and NEED a vacation in the same way that some need air to breathe. It's the little things that make the days good. Like John Cusack in the mailbox.
Tuesday, November 15, 2005
Shopping...
I was walking around at the Biltmore last week. Perfect weather, perfect beautiful day and just, you know, wishing that life was just about shopping.
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Monday, November 07, 2005
Red shed
This photo isn't anywhere near here but it reminds me of driving through Southern Utah - around Kanab/Hatch/Orderville, this time of year. I only miss fall living in Arizona.
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