no one puts baby in a corner

i grew up in rural, rural tennessee. the name of the town i grew up in was 'defeated'...a bit damning, but i took it in stride.
we were so far away from 'things' that we never had cable. not even basic cable. it was a mysterious, beautiful thing reserved for family trips, and vacations involving hotel stays.
when i moved out on my own, television (and cable) weren't that important to me. living on my own, i usually never owned a television. not in that high and mighty way that some people don't own a television, but in that, 'i can't be trusted to turn it off, ever' sort of way.

for four years, i've lived in massachusetts without cable. and just this past weekend, my husband, sweet thing that he is, broke down, and hooked basic cable up to our television. i'm assuming he was much too tired of vegging out to re-runs of the gilmore girls. (a show which annoys me to no end, but i watch it like i would watch a train wreck).
in my current 'condition', i watch much too much television, being too tired to move most of the time. and here are some observations i've noticed about basic cable. (being completely new to the whole experience at the age of 31)
1. i've seen way too many pieces of movies with patrick swayze these past few days.
2. i wonder if kids in southie get stoned and watch the catholic channel...one sure reason why you should never smoke pot...one minute you're calm and baked on your parents couch, and the next moment you're sitting in confession, telling a hole in the wall how 'that sister mary catherine really is all that, and a bag of chips'.
3. why doesn't mtv play music videos any longer?
4. miami ink is a much better show that inked.
5. rachel ray is getting fat.
6. those mythbuster guys have no reason to be 'that' cocky.
7. .57 channels and nothing's on...so true, bruce, so true.

cheerios

glockenspiel glockenspiel

not much of a secret ernie and i are keeping to those of you who read this, but if you are not aware of the happenings in our life, here's a post hint.

i have a fever, i need more glockenspiel.

(if you click on the albums you can actually hear a few song samples from most of them...the versions of the cure songs made me giddy to tears)

worst sugar cookie ever

i don't know what is worse than a bad sugar cookie. how can you mess that up, really? apparently, the crew at au bon pain in downtown crossing in boston have figured out the secret to the worst sugar cookie ever. be alert and be warned.

stolen from a friend...

i could not bear the thought of not posting this picture after a good friend was kind enough to share it with me. he found it at a flea market in wisconsin and bought it for a mere five dollars. it fascinates me.
brothers? father/son? uncle/nephew? lovers?

what do you think?

'hang down your head for sorrow...

hang down your head for me...'

just wanted to convey, in this blog forum, that i'm so awfully and terribly upset that mr. tom waits is on a little tour right now, and ernie and i aren't going to be able to make it to any of the shows. we've put our heads together, we counted our last pennies, we were even going to try not eating for a while and possibly going without electricity (after all, mister waits is worth it)...but still we couldn't find it in our budget to make it to any of them. even the show that's tomorrow night, in my hometown of nashville, on my baby brothers birthday.

my heart weeps.