I Kissed a Weasel, and I Liked It:

 

Well, not quite.

Because I don’t know how many *other* people have kissed
Her Juanitaness,
and I didn’t want Jenny to think that I’m weird or gross
or possibly hitting on her taxidermy.

But Juanita and I did cry out to the heavens together:

 

OH THE HUMANITY!

 

LauraJane kept her distance, sensible girl:

 

 

I can’t believe I even considered skipping this
(realized I triple-booked myself for last night,
with handbalancing class, The Bloggess,
and an art show in Culver City),

because Jenny?

Is amazing.

And funny.

And down to earth.
And willing to admit her frailties and fears.

I love her for that.

Oh, that's Soleil Moon Frye wearing the Loubies on the right. Punky Brewster barely comes up to my elbow, y'all.

 

I don't know if you can see them well, but The Bloggess is wearing a necklace with fuzzy rabbit scrotum. Which apparently is singular, like "Moose".

 

The Bloggess suffers from anxiety, depression, and RA,
among other things,
so seeing a woman who was probably in pain for the entire two and a half hours
that she talked, answered questions, signed books, and gave hugs
just be so present with grace and a ridiculously well-endowed sense of humor?

I admire Jenny Lawson more than ever.

Lady,
you are my heroine.

Thank you.

 

Wonderful woman. Thanks for letting me hug you.

 

(Also,
Knock, knock, Motherfucker)

There was this amazing moment during the panel where *everyone* was holding up a chicken of one sort or another. We sincerely regretted *not* bringing Laura's Chicken Hat and Purse Twin Set.

Hell, Yes:

 

I will be this cool when I’m old:

Decisions, Decisions:

 

So,
The Boyo got me a lovely gift certificate to We Dream in Colour’s Etsy shop,
and now I must decide.

…Which is more like, do I spend the entire amount on *one* piece,
or do I buy a couple?

Because part of me feels like having two pieces might be more fun,
but then again…maybe I should just go for the one I reaaaaally like.

 

Here are my top contenders:

Druzy Necklace in Silver

Ginza Verdigris Earrings

Ginza Earrings in Gold

Jadeite Drop Earrings

Verdigris Crescent Earrings (also come in Enamel)

 

They’re all just so pretty, you know?

The necklace,
I have to admit,
was my first “OOOO!!!”,
but?

I just don’t wear necklaces that often–
maybe once or twice a week.

I wear earrings every single day.

HALP.

Give me yer votes!

Thinking:

 

There is no polite way to eat a banana.

In Which I Take a Break from Alphabetizing Spreadsheets to Say:

 

I will be more interesting next week!
 
 
 

Maybe.

In the meantime,
have a few pretty pictures:

 
Teensy Little Gardeny Gardens
 

Wee little buckety gardens. The Boyo and I are planning on making these this summer.

 
MUST. HAVE.

My heart! It bursts from the Hedgeyness!

 
I am Probably Going to Pull this Shit on TSA

Dear Bloggess, You are clearly made of awesome. And voodoo. Yep. Definitely voodoowhodoyoudo.

I Was Going to Have Something Great:

 
Well…
maybe not great.

Just my monthly book update.

But then I got distracted.
 
 
Here’s what’s making me smile on the interwebs today:

 
Heather España, Queen of the Camera

 

Favoritest Favoritey Socks

They also come in "Oregon", forthelove.

 
Oh, you ridiculous dog!
 

 
She is The Awesome.

Dear God, please let us all look this foxy at 65.

 
Um. YES.

Tell me you wouldn't live here if you could.

Well. This Could Work, Too:

Or help me fill them. Which the Boyo does.

Why I Dance:

Pure.
Unadulterated.
Joy.

Dear 29:

Well.

Here we are.

You certainly came along faster than I anticipated.

Let’s get a few things straight:

Your predecessor?
28?

Was a real bitch.
And honestly, there were times
(many times)
when I thought I wouldn’t make to you,
29.

That 28 was an abusive relationship–
always promising better things,
followed up by a swift slap in the face,
or a punch to the kidneys (where the bruises don’t show).

And I gotta tell you…

I am through with letting a year steamroll me.

I have great expectations for you, 29.
There’s a puppy, for one thing,
who will be full of cute and awesome,
and that stunningly selfless love that only dogs really possess.

There will be a new house for the Boyo,
one in which he can stretch out
and feel at home.

There will be parties.

Quiet nights.

My first salsa performance.

Christmas and snow and wonder.

All of these things.

And you know what?

No matter what you bring,
no matter if you’re even worse than 28,
I’m not going to give up or give in.

I belong to a faithful God,
and He has never abandoned me–
and even when I felt like He had–
there was always some small grace to get me through.

I am still a little afraid of you.
Still a little scared of finding myself not at all who I thought I would be by now.

But I hope you’ll be a grand adventure of a year,
that you’ll make me look forward to 30 even more.

Yes.

That sounds perfect.

You are going to be an adventure, 29.

I have a cute helmet.
I have a nice pedicure.

Bring it.

Legs McLegsly:

My old roommate, Steph, asked me to come out to Venice Beach for a shoot last weekend.

This was one of the captures from that day:

you know, every once in a while, i *like* my legs.

I asked my friend Jimmy to join me,
since he is one of my most favorite people to dance with–
a good, solid lead,
and just a delight, in general:

this is the 'around the back and catch-twist-thingummy' turn.

There is something happy about being one of the people *to* watch at Venice,
instead of just being a watcher.

There were about ten of us on this shoot,
including a super-sweet samba dancer in full feathered regalia,
and we made this freestyle dance parade of sorts down the boardwalk–
folks stopped to applaud,
and a few even joined in the fun.

See,
that’s what I like about Venice,
in spite of its sketchiness–
it’s cool to be weird,
to march, quite literally,
to the beat of your own drummer there.

(A lot of these random opportunities have been cropping up lately…
It’s nice to be doing something again.)

(photos by craig marks)