One and Done Sunday #13

 

Welcome to One and Done Sunday. One picture and five links that are worth your time.

Saturday night I finished up at my old show, at least until the summer. I’m officially down to one gig now and even though we’re about to go into the long days there, it’s good to not have a split focus anymore.

At home our Harry Potter Sunday series continues. Last week was pre-empted by the Super Bowl. #5 was bummed out about that, but I informed him that as his stepmother it was my moral obligation to force him to watch football. He changed alliances with every score until finally #2 said to him, “If this were an actual war, I’m pretty sure everybody would start shooting you right now!”

This week we’re on number four, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. Before we got started, Casey ate the whipped cream off #5’s milkshake.

#5 drank it anyway.

I would have done the same thing.

There’s a scene in the movie where Harry is fighting a dragon and it breaks free and chases him to the roof of Hogwarts. There they land, Harry hanging on for dear life, trying to reach his broom while bits of roof break away underneath him, the dragon clawing towards him, bashing its tail and sending debris flying.  At the climactic moment, #5 says, “They’re gonna have to reshingle that.”

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This week’s picture demands an explanation.

When I first went on the road, I owned three pairs of shoes. None of them were cute. On my second tour I was CC’s assistant, and he was traveling eight pairs of shoes.

I gave him a lot of grief for that.

He, in turn, gave me an empty road box for my stuff. Suddenly, I had almost nine cubic feet of storage space to fill with things that I didn’t have to haul through the airport.

I found out I liked shoes.

I also found out that CC and I have very different styles.

Honestly, sometimes I wonder how we ever got together.

Recently I flipped out over the above Ariat boots on Zappos. Let’s just say CC was less than enthusiastic about them.

No, let’s repeat what he actually said to me: You are way too old for those boots.

I’m positive that what he meant was Those rock. You should totally buy them!

I did in fact buy them, because I was sure he wanted me to, and I always get at least three compliments every time I wear them. Usually in front of CC.

Which is awesome.

Also awesome is that he got me long-stemmed roses on Saturday for finishing up my gig and I was the only girl with flowers on the subway.

Now for your links. I gotta be honest, I didn’t read anything this week. So while Harry Potter was on I went to some places I can count on.

First, four artists. I hope to be bringing you more about one of them soon, but for now, check out their sites:

This chick does cool shizz with dead animals. No lie. Kimberly Witham.

Amazing color and shape. Love! Jay Gaskill.

I love all of this lady’s work, but her countryside photos really speak to my soul, being mostly shot in Indiana, where I grew up: Jolie Buchanan.

I work with this guy when he’s not off doing fabulous artistic projects: Davis Duffield.

Finally, because sometimes you just need to laugh your ass off about a homicidal monkey: The Bloggess- Would You Like to Buy a Monkey?

Happy Sunday.

One and Done #12

Welcome to One and Done Sunday. One picture, and five links that are worth your time.

Yeah, I know I’m late. I promised myself I would clean my bathroom before I got online today. There were a lot of things that interrupted me though, including Chicks With Guns and a Foo Fighters documentary. But I think I’ve got like seventeen minutes left.

CC took this picture during the Halloween blizzard. I think it’s cool. The Halloween blizzard is the only snow we’ve had so far this season. I am convinced it’s because one of my co-workers bought a new snow blower after the hurricane (thanks, Jan!).

Heavy hitters this week on the links. Bloggers that really don’t need help spreading the word, but if you missed them, check them the hell out.

Amazing pictures, followed by amazing writing, from one who served. Iraq: What I Remember by Michael Xavier Oritz

This fed my soul, in an unbelievable way. It’s super long, but what would you expect from The Wedding Blog by amanda f*ing palmer? It’s worth it.

Lori Dyan tells what to do when your kid gets religion. Google is My Co-Pilot by Lori Dyan

The most unexpected and hopeful post about debilitating depression and self-harm that I read this week: The Fight Goes On. The Bloggess.

Betty Londergan has a new gig and a new blog. She’s one of my favorite writers, now working with one of my favorite organizations, Heifer International. Check out her page on the new blog Why Heifer

Happy Sunday.

One and Done #11

People speak of decades as if they form natural endings, when in fact they seldom end anything cleanly. Human survivors are dragged into new slices of time with which they feel no harmony and in which they are often exposed to rasping change.

-Margaret Cheney, Tesla: Man Out Of Time

This would be a way more appropriate quote if we were, in fact, turning decades this year, but let’s face it: I’m not going to remember this quote by then.

Looks like Casey had a rough night.

Here are your links:

I loved this post at fiftyfourandahalf Our New Year’s Eve Tradition. Last night I was in bed before midnight, just wiped out and grateful to not have to be in the city. Even #5 stayed up to watch the ball drop, but I just couldn’t take poor Dick Clark again. Maybe next year I’ll strive for consciousness and give this tradition a shot.

Yesterday I made a homemade chicken pot pie à la The Pioneer Woman. If you’re not a real cook (like me) but sometimes have to feed your large-ish family (like me), then you should totally get Ree’s cookbook The Pioneer Woman Cooks. If you’re as lucky as me (not likely), your husband will buy the cookbook for you and also make most of the recipes out of it. Here’s the pot pie recipe on her website: Leftover Turkey Pot Pie. PS: I used a pre-made pie crust. Sue me.

Karen at kloppenmum had a good post on Wisdom vs. Knowledge.

Short fiction about Berlin by A.S.J. Ellis: The Berlin Diaries (Part II)

The bad-ass-est marshmallow snowman ever. I Shall Win the Snowman Contest For Myself at Spectrum Woman.

Happy 2012.