Dracula was my biggest fear as a kid. I could not sleep without something covering my neck. My theory was that if a vampire tried to pull the covers back at least I’d feel that, wake up, and maybe have a chance at self-defense.
I was also afraid that if I got out of my bed at night, the floor of my bedroom would turn to water and sharks would eat me.
I was also afraid that if I somehow made it downstairs to my parents room, and woke them up they would actually have been turned into living dead zombies and eat my brains.
My bed was circled with a protective ring of stuffed animals. My champions. They were very real to me. Each had a name, personality, and back story. There were over 100.
Now I’m just afraid I’m not living well enough, and I will die with regrets.
It is 11 o’clock PM on a Wednesday night in the Oakwood neighborhood of Venice, CA right now. Why in the world do I hear little children feet running on the sidewalk outside my house and giggling sillies? Little children should be in bed, like my little children.
OK, I have to confess, mine are not really sleeping either. They have been coming up with an impressive string of reasons and excuses that they cannot sleep, do not want to sleep, should be sleeping somewhere else (my bed), for almost 3 hours now.
Usually I shut down the night time pleas pretty swiftly. Today, I feel like I have to go easy on them. They each slept for at least an hour stuck on the 10 freeway this evening. It’s really not their fault. They are just not very tired. And Truman is so bad at making up lies, it’s awfully charming.
“Mama, I’m afraid of all that stuff in the daaaark” said with over exaggerated lower lip pout.
Also, we watched Milo and Otis tonight. You would think a movie like Transformers would be what winds them up. But the sheer adorable overload of a film like Milo and Otis has got them buzzed.
“Can a cat and dog really be best friends”
“Did you see the cat sleeping with the baby deer”
“It was gross when the dog had puppies”.
Milo and Otis is like the “Hang In There” kitten poster and Bambie came to life and somebody filmed it. To be honest, it is freakishly cute.
It could. It very well could rain today. They said so on the news. NPR no less, they don’t lie.
But that just does not change a damn thing. I am still a woman sitting here at a desk looking at this computer screen, listening to The Pink Mountaintops, in Venice, CA. Much in the same way that me being a grumpy and stressed out nutter does not make things go the way I want them to. In fact, I have just come upon the fantastic realization that me being stressed out just makes the lines on my forehead deeper, and life not respond well to me.
So, although it may rain, I will be grateful for what is. The slogan for 2009 is officially “IT IS WHAT IT IS”. Believe that.
1. Really beautiful, inspiring, healthy kids.
2. Hard working, funny husband.
3. Fucking amazing friends!
4. Wonderful family that lives the meaning of unconditional love. (thanks mom and dad)
Rain, sun, rain, sun…Los Angeles weather is having an identity crisis. The sidewalks have that smooshed worm smell of post rain dampness. Of course the sidewalks downtown smell better than usual with a little natural wash from above.
Here is a little something that happened at the Sasquatch Festival in Washington. Luckily someone filmed it. The quality is not amazing, but worth it, take a look;
This guy is my inspiration. I saw this yesterday and really couldn’t stop thinking about him. In the beginning he is being filmed because clearly he is different “one of these kids are doing their own thing”. Then he is redeemed, not because he is joined by a massive throng of dancers, but because he persevered, and created an all out revolution of JOY!
Down here, downtown, Little Radio offices…LOUD, then quite, LOUD, quiet. In the morning when just David and I are here, it’s quiet. The only sounds are our tapping fingers on our keyboards. DJ’s come in to do their shows, it’s LOUD. Sometimes really funny. Then they leave and although there are still 4 or 5 people in the office, most have headphones on, so it is quiet again.
The atmosphere down here is ever changing. I’m definitely having a noodle bowl today though.
Here’s the way it sounds in my earmuffed, headphoned world;
The Dead Weather is Jack White and Allison Mosshart from The Kills plus some other guys. It’s pretty dang good.
OK, it’s actually a noodle cup. “Chicken” flavor, pollo? We’re discussing macrobiotic diets while living on Ramen noodles.
Michelle Sinclair brought in a macrobiotic lunch tray, and is schooling us all on the benefits of maintaining “qi” in your food by slow cooking or no cooking.
This morning when Amelia and I got in the car to take her to school, Truman was sitting on our porch with the acoustic guitar playing this song and singing,
“O I am you brudder, I was bown wit and amewican hawt” . I had no way to record it just then, I’ve got to try to get him to do it again so we can have it forever.
Last week the kids came down to Art Walk.
HUGS!
They watched some of the show;
Then we watched The Furious Few play outside. Amelia got a crush on the singer/ guitar player. “mama, he played so fast!”
Tonight Amelia said, “Nathan at school says the Easter Bunny isn’t real, he doesn’t believe in anything.”
“Yeah, that’s no fun” I said.
“What if the Easter Bunny is just your parents in bunny costumes?” she asked.
“Don’t be silly, we don’t have bunny costumes.” I answered.
It’s amazing that she was satisfied with that answer.
Last week David caught crawfish at the secret creek with dental floss and raw bacon. I thought he was kidding when he said that’s what he was going to do, but low and behold he caught 3 giant crawfish.
