Miami Vices

I am awash in a flood of memories brought about by recent reconnections with old buddies (sorry, still young at heart buddies) on facebook. I only lasted three semesters at U. of Miami, but they were a memorable. At least the parts I CAN remember - fat, drunk and stupid is no way to go through life, daughter - it was Miami after all. If I could only bottle the sun, sand, and rum runners, I would retire in the warmth and reverie. I was a Sigma Chi Little Sister, which means I was not really into the Greek scene... more the Greek guys. We were an infamous class, making national news for our class prank involving a polaroid camera and some notable landmarks... and people... "Have you had your Huebner today?"

If you squint, I look topless.

Wow - we have webcam! A little late in the techno-timeline, but, hey, I got through college on a typewriter, so I'm not complaining. The awards in the background are not props - they are my hubby's.
It was just too hot in my regular office, so I packed up the new laptop and hightailed it down to his office. It was nice. Kinda like a date. We even played footsie under the conference table. Noooooo.... just kidding. We just threw down on the rug. HA HA HA!

You're wondering, though, aren't you?

On Cloud 96 at WGI!

What do you get when you wear a "Bobby Labonte is GORGES" shirt to the Glen in '08? You get to meet Bobby Labonte in '09!

And yes, he is even dreamier in person.

Swivel Head or Double Blade...

When shaving legs on a budget, it is important to not forgo the swivel head option. Revert to double blade if you must, but swivel is the key to not ripping the flesh of of your ankles. If you are going to splurge, splurge at Isle of Eden. My sister turned me onto this independent mail order company - and while I can probably give up my pilgrimages to Sephora in Rochester now, I will scrimp and save for Isle of Eden's "Can't Sleep, Clowns Will Eat Me" Sugar Scrub. And I loooove when my sister sends me vanilla and coconut scrubs and potions - just because she loves me... hint hint... maybe for the fourth anniversary of my mastectomy (snap, that's cold... playing the cancer card!) - I'm down to my last tub of Carousel of Lost Souls Shaving Mousse.

Anyone want to hear my idea about designer band aids?

It's Been a While

Has it really been six months since I last posted?

Well, if you've been on Facebook, you may already know the trials and tribulations of life on Porcupine Farm (or in my four YoVille homes... that's so sad...). I've had my employment hours cut in half (yes, I know, the international sign for little violins) and have learned to live without necessities like People Magazine and brand name body cleanser... I just recently had the epiphany that "paying with a credit card" is an oxymoron... even sadder, I know. I do miss Sephora and Aveda and Kipling.... but my life is richer now with so many more - ummmm... oh yeah, my FRIENDS!!! Thank you, Facebook. And thank you for finally unlocking the tall lattes. So, when can we access the barrel costumes?

BACK TO PODUNK:
We recently received a phone message from our vet, Dr. Richard Orzeck at Trumansburg Veterinary Clinic. (There's an inherent shout out to his wife, Teresa, who is the other 75% of the practice.) There is not a nicer couple on this earth, and listening to his message brought me to tears. Someday I wish I could link to it. Or even transcribe it... but suffice to say he called because he wanted us to just bring the boys in for their shots and he would take care of us because he understands everything we've been through and that we are good people and that things will turn around and everything will be okay... and that he means that from the bottom of his heart.

This is Yin and Yang of life in Podunk... the "Nothing is Everything" farm field that I harvest now. I went through it with breast cancer (in the extreme physical sense) - and now my wallet is no longer a wallet if doesn't have anything in it except my health insurance card which I show more than my driver's license these days. I should just fill my (yes, Icon) wallet with photos of the people who make life richer. And make Dr. Orzeck and Teresa the cover shot.

Well, gotta go hoe!

Guess Who's Coming to Dinner?

Psyyyych!

This was my gift to myself. A life-size cutout Bobby Labonte.

Dang, he's one good looking cardboard man!

So is my husband of course, but there's something about a man in uniform (even if it is kinda heinous) who's always smiling, never complaining, happy to just not be in a box somewhere. Although I should probably be mindful of the wood stove when he's around...

Chris, don't even think it!

Two in the Bush...?

Why settle for one when you can have two?

Meet Aja Remastered with Bonus Tracks... named after Chris first bird, Aja. So we call him Aja for short. We got Aja to keep Tommy company, and it seems to be working, except for a little aggressive preening on Tommy's part - kind of like Budgie Cell Block H - except they're both males.

I think they quite like each other. Once Tommy learns that he can't stick his beak down every bird's throat - he is a bit like Pepe Le Pieu... but Aja seems to be holding his own. For now.