Nov 2005
06

The man who both Bryan and I have a crush on.

If you don’t recognize him, it’s Henry Rollins. Formerly of the punk band Black Flag, currently dabbles in just about everything media related. Saw him do 3 hours of spoken word in Boulder last night and per usual, he was fucking awesome. Hilariously funny, but also magnificent at seeing through the bullshit of the world. For example, he has now done 6 USO tours for the troops – some of which to the most dangerous places in the world – yet hates Bush. Proving that you can love your country, support the troops, but still loudly question your leaders.

Oh, and my new phrase that I plan to use all the time, that I picked up from Henry last night? “I was so mad, I wanted to eat my hair.” Love it.

Nov 2005
04

Press 1 to kill your husband.

A: ((dials Bryan’s extension… ringg ringg))

B: ((answers phone)) Hello, thank you for calling Bryan. If you would like speak to Bryan, press 1.

A: ((1))

B: I’m sorry, all Bryan’s are busy right now. If you would like to talk to a horse, press 2.

A: ((2))

B: Now, if you would like to speak to a horse in Spanish, press uno. Or, if you would like to speak to a German horse, press zwei.

A: ((2))

B: I am sorry, the German horse has been put out to pasture.

A: ((presses buttons all over the phone and holds them for annoyingly long periods of time))

B: I am sorry, I did not understand your selection. Please try again.

A: ((forgets what she called about and hangs up))

Nov 2005
04

Puppy Removal Procedure

Well, we started telling Declan that the dentist wants him to stop chewing his puppies because it is hurting his teeth. He was unthrilled. But he was definitely trying. He will bring the ear up to his mouth, then you see the gears turning in his head and he pulls the ear away from his mouth (sometimes).

This morning we were talking about it and I told him he could pick out a new toy if he were willing to give his puppies to other kids who need them. He perked up upon hearing that and spent the morning assembling pupppies on to the coffee table. I think he got about 1/2 of them there before we left for school and said several times that he was “sorting them to give to the other kids.”

So, we may have some major progress tonight. We’ll see.

Also, he went to school with his Moomin to snuggle with instead of a puppy – his idea! (My business partner brought him a stuffed Moomin from Finland – note the tiny ears).

Wish us luck!

Nov 2005
04

Pottery

As I’ve mentioned, I take pottery classes every week. Love it. Although I do feel guilty sometimes for how much “Me time” I receive through it. I have been trying to encourage Bryan to do more of the same, but that is a story for another day.

I took pottery classes in college (I was one class shy of a double major in Fine Art) and loved it then. My aunt even gave me her kiln, which has been sitting in my garage for something like 8 years. I just got the gumption to get back into it about 2 years ago and go to a studio where they can keep all the supplies in stock for me, manage the kilns, teach me how to work the clay and generally keep all that dust out of my garage.

Last summer, there seemed to be nobody willing to come and sit next to me in class, so I essentially had private lessons. It was awesome. I got to know my teacher really well and we have become friends too. She is forcing me to go with her to see INXS with their new lead singer in January (she watched, I didn’t), which I must admit feels a bit like seeing the American Idol tour, but since I have loved INXS since my teen and my teacher is a hoot… what the heck, right?

I went through a period earlier this year when about 6 friends (and my sister) had babies… so I made baby name tiles like crazy. The one above was the hardest I made, carving all those circles out! The people at the studio laughed every week when I had a new design in hand to work on the next baby tile.

I love feeling like I am doing something creative, with my hands. At work, I rarely get to do creative work anymore, so pottery is a great outlet for me. It’s also cool to try different things, knowing the clay and the glaze have a mind of their own… they always turn out a bit differently than what I had in my head. But that’s the cool part.