isaac and i went on a mini-vaycay this weekend (without the kiddo!) to aspen to see rhett miller, murry hammond, and the old97s play an amazing show.  it was awesome and i’m just so glad that i actually got to see the whole show – from the edge of the stage, no less – since i’ve had less than stellar luck making it to shows past.  

the last time they came through denver (june 2008) i was on my deathbed with the worst stomach flu in the history of stomach flues so i stayed home tethered to the toilet while my husband went to the show without me.  curse him!  he came down with the flu the next day, so at least he suffered a little.  ha!  

the old97s previous visit to denver was in august 2007.  i was about 80 zillion months pregnant, but i still made it to the show.  i used my “delicate condition” to my full advantage and sweet talked my swollen, with-child self to front row center at red rocks…the row reserved for handicapped patrons.  i weighed about 175 pounds and had ankles the size of easter hams.  i definitely qualified as mobility impaired.  but prime seats don’t always guarantee an amazing concert-going experience.  rhett’s flight was delayed and he was LATE, hear me? LATE to the show.  he only performed four songs.  my pregnant ass still hasn’t forgiven me for climbing all the way to the red rocks amphitheater to sit on a stone bench for a measly four songs.  

before that, rhett came in february or march of 2006 touring with his solo album.  we saw him at the twist&shout record store where he was performing a mini acoustic set and signing autographs.  kick.  ass.  i got to meet him, get a picture with him, and got his autograph on my ipod (he claimed that he’d never been asked to sign an ipod before).   the show – at the gothic theater -was great, and went off without a hitch, if i remember correctly.  

the previous show – also at the gothic in the fall of 2005, i believe, we were the late arrivers, thanks in large part to our friends who are of the perpetually tardy variety.  they’re the kind of people who don’t think to call a cab until 10 minutes AFTER you’re supposed to be somewhere.  no matter what we’re doing, they  cause delays.  they’re delay people.  so i was quite displeased that we missed a good portion of the show, thanks only to the delays of other people.  

we have tickets to see them again this thursday in boulder, so barring any unforeseen tragedies or babysitter mishaps or locust invasions, we should be there on time, ready to dance and sing our little hearts out.  


to bring you this beautiful little gem: my kitchen. still in progress, but already such a shiny special sparkly transformation.










for reference, this is the same kitchen….before.  shield your eyes, folks.  she was not pretty.  


catch up on all my neglected podcasts.  260 of them.  i am not kidding.  

find a weekly yoga class.  sign up for weekly yoga class.  attend weekly yoga class.

read a book.  read many books.

write a letter to a friend that i’ve let slip out of my life.

reconnect with another friend who just moved back to town.

crochet a ton of baby animals for new babies (not my own)

pore over the stack of magazines and catalogs on my bedside table.

re-watch every episode of SYTYCD and the pilot episode of Glee….over and over and over

three songs that make me dance

pokerface  – ladygaga

waking up in vegas – katy perry

womanizer – britney spears

three songs i’m ashamed to love, but i do

every rose has its thorn – poison

mmmbop – hanson

livin’ on a prayer – bon jovi

three songs that put me in a great mood, no matter what

send me on my way – rusted root

ants marching – dave matthews band

sometimes – james

three songs that make me cry

fidelity – regina spektor (have you seen the video.  lovelovelove it, but OMG, the tears! gah!)

the boxer – simon and garfunkel 

ave maria – no matter who is singing it

three songs that dredge up memories

hallelujah – jeff buckley

the last beat of my heart – devotchka

the time of times – badly drawn boy

three songs i will love until the end of time 

don’t stop believing – journey

somebody to love – queen

you can close your eyes – james taylor


what songs are on your playlists these days?

um, hmmm

July 4, 2009

one of the top searches that led someone to my site was “my husband tells me to shut up, really sick of my husband telling me to shut up.” interesting. i don’t think i’ve ever told my husband to shut up before, i certainly don’t recall ever having written it before, but perhaps i did.


June 27, 2009

my husband called from the liquor store to see what specific bottle of white i was in the mood for.  he put the phone to the babe’s mouth and said, “avery, tell mommy what we’re buying.”  without a second of hesitation she replied jubilantly, “we buying mamajuice!”

atta girl.

rest in peace, michael

June 26, 2009

i was born in the late seventies. i am a total child of the 80s. i have never known a world without michael jackson. my musical consciousness has been shaped with him as a central player. i remember waiting impatiently for the MTV premiere of the thriller video. i remember trying to mimic his moonwalk in my living room. i owned a silver sparkly glove. his life and legend were overshadowed by his lunacy, but he is still and forever will be the king of pop. it is absolutely surreal to be watching the news coverage of his death, trying to wrap my head around the words “his body” and “autopsy” and “cardiac arrest” and believe that michael jackson – THE michael jackson – is actually dead. it’s just impossible to comprehend that the biggest cultural icon of my generation is no longer here.