Shoreline Court

I like everything...and sometimes that can be a problem.
Somebody isn’t happy with me…

Somebody isn’t happy with me…

I want to move…

I am grateful for my home…I am. I’ve had so many great memories here. Happy days, party days, holidays with the family. Decorating and re-decorating the girl’s rooms. Baking cookies for my nieces and nephews at every barbecue. Swimming in the pool on hot summer nights. The last 8 years have been perfect and I couldn’t have asked for anything more while they were happening.

But now I look around and I’m not inspired. Maybe it has to do with the girls leaving for college and having rooms that are in limbo. You know, can’t change them because they’ll be home for Christmas but I can’t redo them because those are their rooms. 

I want to have something to do - from scratch - all over again. I remember when we moved into this house. The possibilities were endless. I want that again.

Except I’m not sure we would get enough for our home to allow us to afford something better, bigger, different. And it would have to be something more or different - otherwise, why move? 

I found a place I loved in pictures. I haven’t viewed it in person but it looks amazing in the listing photos. I would have to sell my house at top dollar and negotiate them down a bit to be able to afford it. Houses don;t sell quickly in my neighborhood. I hate to think someone would beat me to it while my house sits on the market.

I want a room where I can put the dog kennels/cages and the bunny house. They have free room all day long but they go “to bed” at night for their own protection. I hate that they are in the kitchen, right next to the table. SOmetimes I’m embarrassed that the bunny letterbox is right next to the kitchen table when people come over. I mean, we’re eating 3 feet from bunny’s toilet. Its gross when I write it out, say it out loud. 

I want a bigger dining room. I host holidays and never have enough seating. I have to split the families up. Little kids in the kitchen area, adults in the dining room and young adults in the living room. 

I love my house, don’t get me wrong. I just want something different. I want funk. I want woods. I want I want I want.

"Shut the hell up and be happy!"

I know….I’ll try. 

Remembering the stupidity that was…The Thong Song

I like it when the beat goes
Duh dun duh
Baby make your booty go
Duh dun duh
Baby I know you want to show
Duh dun duh
That thong thong thong thong thong
I like it when the beat goes
Duh dun duh
Baby make your booty go
Duh dun duh
Baby I know you want to show
Duh dun duh
That thong thong thong thong thong
I like it when the beat goes
Duh dun duh
Baby make your booty go
Duh dun duh
Baby I know you want to show
Duh dun duh
That thong thong thong thong thong
I like it when the beat goes
Duh dun duh
Baby make your booty go
Duh dun duh
Baby I know you want to show
Duh dun duh
That thong thong thong thong thong
I like it when the beat goes
Duh dun duh
Baby make your booty go
Duh dun duh
Baby I know you want to show
Duh dun duh
That thong thong thong thong thong

Duh dun duh
Duh dun duh
Duh dun duh
Thong, thong, thong, thong, thong

Duh dun duh
Duh dun duh
Duh dun duh
Thong, thong, thong, thong, thong

I like it when the beat goes
Duh dun duh
Baby make your booty go
Duh dun duh
Baby I know you want to show
Duh dun duh
That thong thong thong thong thong
I like it when the beat goes
Duh dun duh
Baby make your booty go
Duh dun duh
Baby I know you want to show
Duh dun duh
That thong thong thong thong thong
I like it when the beat goes
Duh dun duh
Baby make your booty go
Duh dun duh
Baby I know you want to show
Duh dun duh
That thong thong thong thong thong

Bitter cold day, January or February 1992. Throw away plastic camera and  snow that looked like blossoms in the trees. Looking over the fence at the ponies in South Barrington. We never had the money for proper lessons but they let us ride anyways. 

Bitter cold day, January or February 1992. Throw away plastic camera and  snow that looked like blossoms in the trees. Looking over the fence at the ponies in South Barrington. We never had the money for proper lessons but they let us ride anyways. 

moshita:

Skull in the Family

Last Halloween, I bought my first full-sized plastic skeleton. I found him at Target and had no real plans for him other than filling that full-sized plastic skeleton-shaped void I’ve always had in my life. I know I was supposed to use him as a decoration, but he ended up kind of just hanging out with me all the time. We watched movies together, pranked my wife together, and generally just had a blast together. I didn’t even put him away after the season ended. Just sat him in the easy chair in my study, and made anybody that visited me sit on the floor. In fact, we had so much fun that, this season, we immediately went out and bought a second full-sized plastic skeleton. Got this one from Costco, but it turns out they’re pretty much the exact same skeleton. I call the first one T, the second one C, and I’m currently trying to pitch our life together as a reality television show. This is what it’s like living with two skeletons. And, obviously, credit goes to my wife for taking the pics.

J.W. Ocker

Antique hand letterpress printing on my 8 x 12 C&P foot treadle powered press. 1200 pounds of cast iron goodness. These were my Summer note cards. Yes, I write letters and mail them. I skipped Fall and am moving on to my Winter note cards and Holiday greetings.

Antique hand letterpress printing on my 8 x 12 C&P foot treadle powered press. 1200 pounds of cast iron goodness. These were my Summer note cards. Yes, I write letters and mail them. I skipped Fall and am moving on to my Winter note cards and Holiday greetings.

What can I say…beauty and brains.

I quit Facebook…

So I quit Facebook…cold turkey. I found it to be like a high school reunion that wouldn’t end. 5 years later and the “Hey! How’ve you been?” aspect of it became a big boring waste of time and a way to avoid really living.

Not to mention I found my FB interactions less and less authentic. Like I’ve gained weight so my once full body-shot pics became waist up and then just chest up pics because G-d forbid I admit to all these not-really-friends that I’ve gained weight.

Plus, I just became tired of the screamers…your Jesus daily, Buddha quoting, extreme political shit is just that…shit. I found I had blocked them from my news feed…which defeats the purpose of Facebook. Why be “friends” when I can’t stomach anything you say.

Lastly, where people once communicated and commented I found more and more lazy ass “likes” and less and less exchange of actual words. I noticed most of the people that posted, did so constantly but didn’t comment or communicate on other people’s posts. Like it was all about them…all of the time.

Lately, it made me long for the good old’ days of seedy chat rooms.

So…it was nice…for 15 minutes….5 years ago. I’m glad I’m off the roller coaster.