Just to have something in here for May?

Yeah yeah yeah...been awhile but we have been going through all sorts of changes and things likely won't truly somewhat settled down again til July. Ryan and I were going to buy a house but discovered that cheap housing prices in Florida are offset by extraordinarily ridicuous insurance and property taxes. And, oh yeah, in the parlance of Sambeaux, our credit has AIDS. Well, not AIDS, but certainly Hep A. It is repairable, but not without some bouts of jaundice.

We instead are breaking the lease here in The Shoebox and got a very 1920's F. Scott Fitzgerald Gin & Hack Scripts Den over in Old Northeast. Pink stucco, tropical plants, deco fixtures, duplex, water view (uh, 3 blocks away, but YOU CAN SEE WATER, dammit!) and a brick-laid street. Cannot wait for this.

I also have a new job with mo' money and it is a four day workweek cos you work some long hours M-Th. Fine with me! Ryan is also The-AHEM-Manager at Bella Brava. I always think of Earles and "Can I speak to THE MANAGER???" when referring to this new title for Ryan. I think Ryan does too. Fucking Earles.

So, yes, things is good and getting better. I am tan, a size 6 again and have been having migraines. I got a bad haircut but found a guy who knows what he is doing who repaired it. Megan and Joel saved our asses with 4 lbs of Stumptown.

Nothing else. I will get to this at some point later on.

For political disaster, I mean, fun--check Ophelia Ford out!!!!

Yet another shameless DENWAVE plug.

My favorite shop in the universe is Denwave of Portland, Oregon. I can't really explain it, but it is a truly magical little place--gorgeous, comfortable, cozy, perfectly lit and full of just the right amount of truly unique treasures. Did I mention it has zero pretention even though you might expect a place this cool to drip "SNOB"?

Anyway, Genevieve and Hazel are officially going online soon, so get ready ladies and fashionable gents. www.denwave.com I will have to ask Lainey how to make that into a "hyperlink" or whatever they call it.

I just received the dress above--yeah, it is haute and hot.

'Tis RAINING!!!!

It is actually raining for an extended period of time outside today! Yay! I sometimes believe I have turned into a pod person or I am truly living in an alternate reality because, well, less than 3 months ago, you'd never hear excitement and cheer from me over rain. In fact, you may very well have caught me still in my robe at 4AM, mitts in a bag of Cheetos, staring at Bobby Goran solve another impossible NYC mystery, eyeing the last of the Vicodin with some dire thoughts on my brain at the mention of rain. Yeah, more Portland bashing. Let's have it!

I do miss Portland from time to time. The coffee mainly. Oh what I would do for a Stumptown soy latte right now. Also, the clothes and the jewelry. Genevieve from Denwave is enough of a dearheart to still offer to make me some very Florida fashions (dress coming soon!) and she even is trying to help facilitate the purchase of some of Hazel Cox's wonderful necklaces. So, yes, Portland is not all rain and hippies and hipsters and singular thinking. I still hate the garage rockers though; well, only the ones who can't take a little ribbing on Precious Portland. I guess I am getting protective of Florida though, so I understand their ugly indignant ranting on the blogs as I'd basically tie myself to a dying palm to defend Florida at this stage in the game.

I suppose the difference is that Portland gets lots and lots of love and awards for being so-very-amazing, while Florida gets no recognition for the stuff that is actually cool here and the people that are actually cool get that awful inferiority complex so common to the Southern states/cities. Be loud and proud, Florida! We made it rain!

Ever Feel Like You've Been Cheated?

This son of a bitch cannot act his way out of rice paper envelope. We spent over 2 hours, $16 and brain cells trying to force ourselves to sit through his "acting" in the debacle known as Zodiac. The film looks gorgeous, Robert Downey Jr. is as stunning as ever, Mark Ruffalo put some life into a shell of a character but the biggest insult of all is that the audience was supposed to give a shit about some half-baked "Chariot of the Gods"-level mess by a cartoonist-cum-true crime investigator played by steroid-popping, Lance Armstrong-stroking JAKIE GYLENHAAL. Who, by the way, cannot act his way out of a rice paper envelope.

You're My Obsession.

I CAN HAS CHEEZBURGER!

http://icanhascheezburger.com/

Lookin' For Our Lost Shaker of Salt. Life in Florida.

Tennis. Spring Training Baseball. Coronas with lime and zero irony. White rasta dude server at Chattaway's Drive In (not a drive in at all; you eat outdoors). This place is great and everyone who slags me for not digging Portland? Well, um, fuck off and worry about your own life, perhaps? It is much better for me here. MUCH. Now pass the fish spread and bottle of wine!

THAT IS CORRECT, TEXASSSSSSS.

Gotcha oversized arrogant ass state with our lovable Keystone Kops of a team. Piss on your Alamo anyday, thank you. Corpus your Christi!

I think Andre (aka "Entree"--thanks Dave Dunlap) Allen has a lil crush on Gwen Stefani and this was his idea of a good idea for a L.A.M.B look with that 'do.

Go Tigers! Smash "The" Ohio State University!