You're the one that I'm dreamin' of.

In the middle of the night, I always tell Todd when it's time for him to roll over so I'm the big spoon and he's the little spoon. It happens every night without much thought, really automatic and robotic. We're both in like a twilight sleep. But Monday night, this happened:

Lacey: "Roll".
Todd:  "Biscuit".

It took me a moment to process that he said something because usually we just flop over and snooze again. But once it sunk in, I could not stop laughing. I was in a hysterical and exhausted fit and it was pretty awesome. Having a husband is neat.

That's all. Just wanted to love on him for a bit.

Going to go out and enjoy the weather on his arm tonight.

OH! Forgot to mention how much I'm looking forward to the weekend and seeing DEADBOLT!!! It's been so long since I saw a show that I was REALLY hyped about (besides They Might Be Giants, of course). Ooooooooooh, holy cow! I think the occasion calls for big hair. Am I right?

Never fell in love 'til I fell in love with you.

600 POSTS!  HOT DAMN!

I had already posted my 600th post but it was lame and I don't want to reflect back on some lame survey about bands I like and things that annoy me. I want to reflect back on current awesomeness!!

And what's currently awesome???

There's a new episode of Adeventure Time With Finn & Jake on toniiiiiiight and I am more obsessed than ever. I have always wanted to voice a cartoon. It's a dream of mine. And Finn...despite being a 12 year old boy...is pretty much the cartoon version of meeee! The more I watch, the more I'm hooked. I've been singing his Baby Song constantly (I bet it's annoying more people than it's entertaining) and am trying to work "Schmowzow" into my daily vocabulary. Viva la Finny & Jake!

I'm going to Phee-Bizzle's after work to rumage through her Good Will pile. I have scored good sweaters and shirts while jumping into that heap like it's a pile of leaves. OK, so I never did that but maybe I will today. I won't wear used clothes...like from a thrift store...but I know Phoebe so I know whose junk has been in those pants. I'll get to see her smiling face, too, which is a plus. Hopefully her face is smiling. Not sure what kind of day she's having yet.

Going to see Deadbolt with Cult of the Psychic Fetus and Lords of the Highway on Sunday!!! We've been counting down the days and plan to rock out to max capacity with a lot of our awesome pals. And speaking of rocking out, Uncle Ben Lybrager is going to Heavy Rebel with us! Yep, we decided to head to Winston-Salem for 2 out of the 3 days because I need some Sasquatch and Psychocharger in my life. I met Phoebe, Rocko, and the Shoe-Lanes there. It will be such a creepily romantic 10th year!

Our flipping vacation is paid offfffffffffff! I was actually able to buy groceries and gasoline this week! And we scored someone to house sit with the pups so now my brain can stop bleeding out of my ears. Sure, due to that stupid volcano, I'm not sure we'll be able to fly (we just decided 2 weeks ago to scrap the road trip but nooooo...mother nature went nutty), but it doesn't matter. However, we get there, in 44 days, I'll be chasing someone in a Tigger costume down Main Street.

Yeah! AWESOME! Happy 600th Posty!

Girls! Girls! Please don't fight!

I had the BEST time last night and felt 100% like myself again. I have to find out what elements in my life are making me feel off balance and then Ninja chop them in the brain. I've had enough of all this dramatic bullshit. I'm not putting up with anyone's nonsense anymmore, no matter who they are. I'm living for me...the only person who will be in my coffin!

So...back to my awesome night.

I met Carol right after work to see "The Runaways"...which I LOVED. Not only did Kristen Stewart prove she could do more than stammer and stutter and twitch, but Carol and I have decided to bring glam rock back in style. But the biggest High Five of the evening?? The theater was TOTALLY empty. Just us two. So we made comments through the entire film like a better looking "Mystery Science Theater". It was a BLAST. I don't think I can see a packed movie ever again. I also don't think I can go to movies with anyone but Carol.

And if you haven't seen "The Runaways"...see it. Loved it. Didn't even want to punch Dakota Fanning in the junk as much as I assumed I would.

Afterwards we went to Hoggy's and just talked and talked and laughed and acted like fools. It felt awesome.  100% rad. You don't realize how much you miss someone until you're with them again. I'm glad we got some one-on-one time under our belts. I sang loudly on the ride home and was just...happy. I could stand more days like that. I crawled in bed and got pulled into my weasel's clutches. But I could not fall asleep. Couldn't stay asleep. Woke up exhausted and slightly irritable.

So I'm trying to hold on to last night.

Even the part where Carol told me they don't make spray paint anymore. And I believed it. And then realized I was being a moron. Even that part was great. It's been a bit since I said life is good.

Over and over, my friend says I'm a fool.

This fool finally clocked some couch time...for 3 long hours and many episodes of America's Next Top Model (how many times can a person hear the word "fierce"?)...and updated STALK MY LIFE! So if you're interested in seeing what I've seen, you can go back to March 22nd. I really can't believe I dropped the ball for almost a month. What a lazy bum! Regardless, I'm back. We're back. Pictures are back so go enjoy 'em! Or spit on 'em! Or whatever you do. I consider everything a compliment.

I painted this weekend. I feel whole again.

I went to Pat Catan's Friday afternoon and bought 45 new paints and a few new canvases (no, I don't stretch my own...I'm lazy...that's why I order pizza instead of making it myself). I cracked open the new sketchbook Todd got me and just went wild. By Saturday afternoon, a 2 canvas project for Bob's 40th birthday was complete...and I was completely happy with how it turned out.

I felt 100% like myself for those 2 days. I was paint covered head-to-toe. Todd cleaned brushes. I listened to cartoons in the background. It was just good. I wish I had a better way to describe it. I love painting. I hadn't rocked a brush in 8 months which is shameful. But the silly idea that Todd and I cooked up over beers at PJ's weeks back went from my brain to book to canvas. And now Bob and Stephanie own a fertility/family portrait painting of Tura Satana and Frankenstein walking Godzilla.

Yep. I have the brain of a 13 year old boy!

And I'm OK with that.

Girl, you make me lose my mind!

We went to see Frankie Valli and The Four Seasons last night at The State Theater. The tickets were part of Todd's Christmas present. Though the seats there are wildly uncomfortable (unless you have short legs), it was a rockin' good time and a nice change. No one spilled beer on me, no one crashed into me, there was no drama. The crowd...who were mostly in their sixties...just had a damn good time. It was worth every penny.

Here is the set list in no particular order:

-Sherry
-Big Girls Don't Cry
-Walk Like a Man
-Dawn (Go Away)
-Rag Doll
-Save It For Me
-Bye Bye Baby (Baby Goodbye)
-Let's Hang On
-Working My Way Back To You
-I've Got You Under My Skin (cover)
-Spanish Harlem (cover...of a song I hate)
-Let It Be Me (cover...of a song I love)
-Call Me (cover...of a horrible song)
-My Girl/Groovin' (pretty awesome combo of covers)
-Tell It To the Rain
-Beggin'
-December 1963 (Oh, What a Night)
-Can't Take My Eye Off You
-My Eyes Adored You
-Swearin' To God
-Who Loves You
-Grease

Besides "Ronnie" and "Candy Girl"...and "Opus 17" for my girl Hot Trash...they covered all the hits. And Erin. you were right. You don't realize how MANY hits Frankie (yeah, we're on first name terms) had until you're there. It was, "Oh YEAH. I forgot about this jam!". Or "I didn't know he did this song when he went solo!". Pretty amazing. Totally good time.

Merry Christmas (in April).

What I want, YOU'VE GOT!

 Introducing my new obsession...and 2010 Halloween costume!

ADVENTURE TIME WITH FINN & JAKE!

My lid was completely and totally FLIPPED when I watched this candy-colored, acid-trippy cartoon on Cartoon Network (new episodes on Mondays at 8:00). I have never related to another human being as much as I do to Finn, the cat-ear hat wearing ,12 year old Adventurer!

He overuses all kinds of words like, but not limited to, radical, awesome, flip out, jerk, and lame...JUST LIKE ME! And let's not forget his interjections like WEE! And WHOOPEE! And all the characters he interacts with...hot dog princess, lava guy, skeleton butterflies that play the drums...could've come RIGHT OUT OF MY BRAIN! He is a total maniac. Finn is my soul mate.

Watching those 15 minute episodes last night...holy cow.

If you haven't seen it, see it. Episodes available on line. Watch "Whoopee!"

WHAT TIME IS IT?? WHAT TIME IS IT??

Well it's alright. It's just a game.

I'm having chocolate pudding for breakfast. I don't care if it's unhealthy or irresponsible or childish. Because I have a knot in my chest that wants to be cried the fuck out but won't flipping budge. Either I'm having a mind-numbing case of PMS or...well...

Because there is NO reason for me to want to claw the eyes out of everyone I see. Things are solid in my life. I shouldn't want to punch babies and kick dogs. But I do. And then I want to cry about it. I'm having one of those moments where I think my tiny, ineffectual fists want some action. It's ridiculous.

Todd and I have been watching new seasons of King Of the Hill for 11 days straight. I should be much happier than this. There is a battle between hormones and emotions taking place and I'm just trying to make it out alive! And without commiting some heinous crime!!!

On the bright side?

There's a BRIGHT SIDE??

As of today, we are half way to our vacation (from the day I booked back in February), and 3/4 of the way paid off! There is nothing about the Happiest Place On Earth that makes me want to cause blood shed. And there are PLENTY of things to look forward to. I need to snap out of this.

THIS is NOT cool.

But these springy/summery things ARE cool.

-The Four Seasons show on Wednesay.
-Bob's B-Day show @ The Sac.
-Zombie Walk...maybe.
-DEADBOLT!!!
-Reverend Horton Heat for the 10th time???
-Hanging in PA for Memorial Day.
-VACATION! Tigger, here I come!
-"Eclipse" premier.
-Possibly hitting Heavy Rebel with Bizzle (let's plan this shit!).
-Gaga ah-ah-ah! Ra-ma-ra-mama! Ga ga! Oh la la!
-Iron Maaaaaaiden (second best show I've ever seen).
-Art show at 252.

Am I missing anything??

February 28, 2003 @ 1:13p:  How is it possible that Richard Marx, Cheap Trick, and Patrick Swayze wrote the top make-out songs of 1988? That's kind of gross. On that note, Micheal Ian Black is the funniest man alive, I have a weird unexplainable thing for Mo Rocca, and the episode of Conan O'Brien with Ted Nugent was, as they say, breath taking.

I'm livin' for givin' the devil his due.

In less than a week, we'll be seeing The Four Seasons! WEE!!

Erin and Phoebe are on board for contributing to Low-Rise Nightmare. They are hateful little minxes which makes them even more attractive than the average minx. But I'm thinking I might change it to Low-Rise Nightmare/Hot-Pants Love Affair. Just in CASE I feel like posting pictures of things I love. Like tacos. I love me a taco!  And I love the Slow Loris AND the Lesser Slow Loris.  And I love the song "Because" by the Dave Clark Five. So I'm thinking about combining my hate with my love. You girls can dig on that right?

And for anyone else who is interested in contributing to the new blog (which is coming soooooon), let me know so I can add you to the list of allowable authors. And don't worry...you don't have to take the pictures of the things you love and hate yourself. You CAN, but what are the chances you'll be able to personally take a picture of Gwen Stefani? She goes in my hate file, by the way. That broad is all gums. Anyway, Google Images and the like can do the dirty work for you.

Speaking of Google Images...

I saw a picture on Tuesday that actually had the ability to ruin my entire day. It was clearly a fake/Photoshopped photograph and actually, I first saw it on a Post Secret archive page and then Googled it to be SURE it was fake. It bothered me to such a degree that I went home and threw up twice. And there were real pictures of the same subject but they didn't affect me like the fact one. I'm still repulsed. I still can't get the image out of my head. It's something about the holes themselves, not what's in them. If you want to know what I'm bitching about, look up "breast with larvae" and it's the second picture. Fake as can be but utterly disturbing.

I think the Post Secret said "Even though I know this is an urban legend, this picture still CREEPS ME OUT!".  Thanks a lot, poster. I may never be 100% comfortable ever again.

July 11, 2002 @ 2:51p: A motherfucking FOG MACHINE has been donated to the Slumber Party Massacre. I really wish my exclaimation point key worked because I would have inserted 100 right there. Fog machine + candles + black/red light + drunk goths in their pajamas + unprotected sex follwed with death by pitchfork + fake blood ("even better than the real thing", according to Sifl and Olly) = OH MY FUCKING LORD.

Cuttin' up limes with a dull butter knife.

I am now in control of a blog titled Low-Rise Nightmare with the intention of posting pictures of things I hate. Low-rise jeans, Bob Segar, facial piercings, motorcycles, etc. But is it unhealthy to have a project dedicated to hate and negativity? I mean, I do LOVE to hate things. But do I want to use my free-time to document my hatred and loating, especially when I'm in such a good place these days?

I probably do!

Right now it's marked as a private blog until I actually kick it into gear. Maybe I should make this one of those blogs that can have many authors. Would any of my readers out there want to share a blog where we can constructively talk shit about things we despise?? Like onions, washing dishes, neighbors who let their dogs bark ALL night, and so on? I know I have a bunch of feisty friends out there.

But seriously...I am in a REALLY good mood. I am! For real!

Happy Tuesday, y'all.

September 26, 2003 @ 12:38p: Today I am pretending I am from Boston. Torr Skoog is from Boston. Torr Skoog is a hot potato and he's in a band that is 95% hot tamales. So much hottness...so many vegetable analogies.

Summer is ready when you are!

Spring has sprung! Sleeping with windows open tells me so.

Typically I think Easter is nonsense and I'm not into celebrating it. But after a quick pitstop to see the family, we hit the movies. Seeing a movie on a holiday is always boss, especially if it's in 3D. Luckily for us, "How To Train Your Dragon" was! Not luckily...for me...I cried HARD through the last 15 minutes of it. Oh emotions! How I hate you!

Besides dying eggs, playing Easter Bunny (bunny is allowed, Tooth Fairy is not), and getting prettied up, the lengthy holiday weekend was solid. I soaked up a lot of vitamin D. I also clocked a lot of lazy hours and couch time with Todd. Hit Sarah's 30th birthday jam and then went bowling which never gets old. I give the weekend 2 thumbs up and a high five. Spent too much money but that's the American way.

Anything else I really have to say won't be very interesting and will kind of just be babbled at you. Going to see Lady Gaga with my neice and I'm not one bit embarrassed. Unless you count how much I'm spending on tickets. Then yeah, it's bad. We leave for vacation in 65 days so I need to get that paid off. What else? Oh...Project Preggo is getting underway. It feels weird to be all sweaty and filthy and goofy and know you're trying to create a human being and not just make your bits all tingly.

And if you're a follower of Stalk My Life!, the project is still on. There just hasn't been time for resizing and uploading. But I do have some pretty rad shots so stick around, stay tuned, to be continued, and all that jazz. I'll try and get on it tonight unless something mind-blowingly rad happens. But that would be rare for a Monday.

And congrats to D.A.B. and April who just found out the monster in her womb is a girl! I love little girls and know they will be amazingly rockin' parents! Ol' Kentucky babies...who would've thunk it??

HAPPY SPRING!

April 22, 2004 @ 3:04p: Important note: I hate Ashton Kutcher but I love biochemical engineers. This leaves me at a funny sort of crossroads that just can't be crossed. Imagine that imaginable situation, if you will.