Thrown Out
So…I threw my back out Saturday. It probably doesn’t make sense to throw it out when it is so integral to my existence as a human. But, alas I did. I went to ye olde doctor today and got some lovely anti-inflammatory pills to help in the trek across these United States next week. As of now I can’t imagine sitting in a car for 4 days straight. However, the possibility of Sir Luke letting us stop at Graceland on the way makes it all worth while. That and I and am ready to have a new adventure. I’m really hoping we’ll find some rad furniture on the side of the road that we can lug out to LV.
This is what I’ve been doing for the past 3 days. There are a few extra stretches now.
Boo.
In other news: I am inexplicably watching the Simpsons…
This week I learned:
That the food trucks that I see parked along the streets of this fair metropolis are termed “roach coaches.”
It wasn’t until Sir Luke and I were driving home from Juno (Sir Luke did indeed post his Juno review but his server promptly went down and took the review with it. I don’t believe his site is up at this time, but check back soon!) and he saw a coach parked on the side of the road that I discovered the true nature of the beast. He has dined on the bounty of the coach several times but I dare say he never once mentioned seeing a roach. I want the proof!
I also learned the word knell. Christina opened my vocabulary eyes today, ” as mister ogilvy said, stagnation is our death knell.” Why is it that I can go nearly 24 years without ever hearing or using this word?
Last night I learned that baby showers can go much, much too long and that I can drive from Lincoln Park to Jersey City and not get lost.
Oh, and I found out that Wii’s can have friends! So if you want your Wii to be friends with General Custer then you should give me your Wii number…I don’t know how to locate that, but Sir Luke does.
Peace out
How Wii got Wii’d and other coniving stories:
Sir Luke wasn’t sure how he was ever going to get me on the video game band wagon. My mother never allowed video games in the house while I was growing up solo. My brother would always attempted to buy me a Nintendo 64 and was stopped by ye olde Madre. I was already completely addicted to television so there was no way she was allowing more face time with the set.
When Sir Luke and I got married I told him I didn’t want an Xbox in our house. I had seen a friend cry about her husband spending hours in front of the TV when they first got married and I wasn’t about to get on that boat. It was at this point that Sir Luke knew he would have to take some serious actions to make his wants my wants.
Cue Thanksgiving 2007. A loaded Lincoln Town Car full of passengers arrive at The Stays and immediately begin playing Wii Tennis. I sit on the couch like a bump on a log because I’m too nervous about my horrid hand eye coordination (I could never do well in Super Mario but did master the first level while my friend played to win and I supplied her extra lives). After a couple games and hearty laughter I joined the merriment. Whoa! Wii is fun!
That was that.
BUT THEN! Sir Luke pulled out the big guns this last trip over New Year 2008. I feel love from above when I see Mario as a bumble bee. Mario Galaxy is the CUTEST game I have ever beheld. It’s unreal. Bunny rabbits with star ears, giant baby flower dino, star bits, feeding stars ’til they explode into planets, the list is endless. And I only played two galaxies!
I know, I know, this story is longer than any human wants to read. But all this leads up to this week when I went in search of Wii online, since they are notoriously im-pose-ee-blay to find. We had no idea there was a Nintendo World store right here in Manhattan. AND they get shipments of Wii’s every single day. 100. So we got in line this morning at 7am after the other 68 people ahead of us (the first woman in line had been there since 4AM). I left for work before the store opened at 9AM and Sir Luke stood “on line” for another hour until HE GOT ONE! He was also gracious enough to purchase Mario Galaxy! I am completely elated!
If this game makes me this happy I can only imagine the kind of joy that Sir Luke gets out of Halo and that other game he is always championing for Xbox.
Touche, Sir Luke, you are the master debater.
Mushrooms
In my insane blog reading of 2007 I scored some pretty sweet finds. One of which is my favorite artist of 2007, Amy Ross.
I found her on my first venture to my favorite economical art store 20×200 Her work is fantastic and magical and brings many ounces of joy to my heart. I feel like every childhood dream I ever had becomes real in her work. How does she do it?
Mushrooms!
There is something mysterious about the underside of a toadstool.
She doesn’t only do mushrooms and collages, she paints as well, oh golly she paints. These are some of my faves. I think I like goats and sheep.
At this point you are wondering why I have suddenly chosen to go ga-ga for Amy Ross. It is not sudden my friends, no, no. I like to search out ephemera and other glories on Etsy.com Christina often asks me if I just sit around and search random things on etsy. And maybe I do. But I happened upon a book of mushrooms by chance the other day and decided I should alert Ms Ross of its existence. So I commented on her blog. I’ve commented before; I comment on a few blogs but mostly friend’s. So this evening when Sir Luke and I came home from seeing Juno (you can visit his blog for his review, it will be up soon enough) I had an email from none other than Amy Ross!!!!!
Email:
“Megan, thanks so much for thinking of me when you saw those books for sale online! I have been searching around online to see if I can find that mushroom one for cheaper, but I might just end up buying the set you linked to. I really appreciate that you took the time to send that link to me!
All best,
Amy”
Thanks for appreciating me Amy! I LOVE your work, and someday I will get to have a piece to display in my home.
How to get work as a photographer:
A photographer is given books to photograph.
His response to a meddling assistant.
“They tell me to shoot it straight, they hire me because I don’t”
