Sunday, June 14, 2009

Remembering Feeney



In memory of Phoenix, AKA Feeney, rescued after Hurricane Katrina and again after she fell into the hands of a criminal and abusive owner.

Feeney was adored by a little boy and his family. She was a a silly monkey, a wiggle-butt, and a big moosh. She snored and hogged the bed and flirted with the neighbor so he would feed her cheese.

Feeney never fully recovered from the scars of her abuse and died on June 12, 2008. She left a big, dog-shaped hole in our hearts, but we are grateful that she got the chance to be loved before she had to go.

This is for anyone who has ever loved a dog and for everyone who was part of Feeney's life. Thanks for everything you did for her.

Friday, April 10, 2009

Kutiman-Thru-you - 01 - Mother of All Funk Chords


Gotta read the back-story on this one:
http://tinyurl.com/af6gx3

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Wednesday, April 1, 2009

Bathtub IV


Thanks Michael B for this link. Crazy cool.

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Sunday, March 29, 2009

Vitamin Easy Rider

Foop, who vibrates a little high, has long been entertaining fantasies of long mother-son bike trips. You know, the kind that take you to wholesome, rugged locales usually reserved for Subaru commercials.

Meanwhile, Vitamin E likes his bike, but not enough to travel great distances - or even moderate ones - on it. This has been a source of some frustration. We'll go through all the preliminaries of donning appropriate footwear, securing the requisite protective gear, saddling up, and riding for about three blocks. It's kind of like putting twelve layers of clothes on your kid so you can go play in the snow only to have them throw two snowballs and march back inside.

But that was before the Illudium Q-36 Explosive Space Modulator*. OK, it's a bike trailer thing, but It. Is. The. Bomb.

E has a deep appreciation for speed and absolutely loved flying down the hills in our neighborhood. He kept shouting "Mom! I love this!!!" And then he'd cheer me on as I huffed and puffed on the uphills. Maybe I underestimated the added workload of an extra 5o+ lbs on the back end, but I don't mind.

We have arrived.



*(yes that's Marvin the Martian)

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

boys + drums

video

Friday, March 20, 2009

Wishes

Last night, before we went to bed, Vitamin E and I held hands, squeezed our eyes shut, and made a wish for the Mayor .

After E fell asleep, I just stayed there watching him, trying to imagine how The Mayor's parents must feel, thinking about the universal joy and anguish of parenting, and feeling both raw and grateful.

Long before I had even considered becoming a mother, a friend of mine told me that having a child was like taking your heart out of your chest, putting it into the body of this little thing and watching it run around all over the place. I had no idea how spot on he was.

So today I'm wishing that the Mayor will be able to go home, safe and sound, with his parents' hearts.