Trombone and Kegger Party on our Deck!!

This weekend we'll be hanging with my family in Wisco.

I'm amped to tell my dad about all the projects we've rokked this spring.

He visited for a week back in December and showed much love to our house.





















During that week Gerg and my dad took time off from their daily routines and worked on projects pertaining to our house (in addition to acting like goofballs).





When I was a youngin, my dad imparted great gypsy-style wisdom. For instance, life's recipe should consist of 1 part acting goofy and 1 part getting shit done. It should also contain coffee, jumping out at people from around corners, oatmeal, dark chocolate, dancing, old fashioneds, and trombones.

Taking this recipe to heart, during the winter of 2006-07, gerg and I had daydreams of cookouts on a deck with keggers, trombones, and dance parties, so we decided to rokk it.

First step, patio door installation.
Second step, deck installation.
Third step, kegger trombone party.

First, there was a window, and this window was used for pretty much nothing except window-type stuff.



















"Hmmmm...I wonder if this button will teletransport me to Town Talk??"











Say hello to a gigantic hole in our wall. This gigantic hole made a mess in the kitchen. I bitched at the hole. The hole did nothing.







T.Rex never had it so good!














Patio door installed!!! One step closer to kegs and trombones! (check out the sweet shot of gerg's crucial mitre saw!)


















Stay tuned for hot deck installation photos.

We'll invite my dad to the deck, kegger, trombone dance party FO SHO. He'll lead the bunny hop parade, as usual.

Big, Red, Juicy Ones!

This story starts out boring. I planted 3 tomato plants this year...all heirloom, all organic. Nothing new for me...I've been doing this for years.

One plant has produced NOTHING.
One plant had produced 2 tomatoes.
One plant has produced many cherry tomatoes.

Notice I used "had" regarding the second plant?? Right. There were two lovely, green tomatoes that had been anticipating making their way into a juicy caprese salad in my robot kitchen. I was just waiting for them to ripen.

But a squirrel took one bite from each of the tomatoes and left the shitty, green remains there for us in the garden. Color me pissed.

After the first tomato was attacked, I remained hopeful for the second. And then the remains of the second one were lying on a piece of flagstone, all corpse-like. gerg pointed it out. I just left it there to rot because I felt super shitty and pissed off about it.

And I know it's no big, f-ing deal, and that I can buy dozens at the market, but I've been working on this new veggie patch for a couple of months now, and I've grown attached to it.

We've got plenty of these sungold cherry tomatoes, and they are wikked tasty, but they're not big, red, and juicy....

I Just Wanna Talk Shit.

I checked out the Macy's shoe sale this weekend. It turned out to be a decision of HUGE savings.

When I saw these pink beauties, I fell faster than kids diving for candy at a parade.









And these were marked down 70%! I heart cloggy platform pumps. Not particularly elegant, but for some reason, I like them.






After having scored such an amazing deal, I decided to rokk the pink beauties at the attitude city yacht party on Saturday night. I got some mad props from some folks about them, which made me smile, especially from Ellen and Tyler: "You win for the best shoes of the night." I think I squealed and hugged them because I was so excited about my new shoes. IDIOT!

I'm SO not a professional; I should've acted sweet and modest, and returned the compliment, but I think I started blabbing about vintage purses or something. Anyway, that was wikked sweet of you, Tyler and Ellen. Thanks so much. Next time I'll be more polite, and I'll tell you that I loved the color combo of Tyler's jacket, and the cut of Ellen's empire waist sundress.

I don't know how it could have been a more lovely night for circling Lake Minnetonka while blasting disco music and bustin a move on a lightup dance floor to DVS1 and Attitude City with gerg and Liz, among others.

I saw pirates making out, many captain caps, plenty of sailor-inspired/yachting apparel, some freaks racing all over the boat dressed all in black, and a few houses I'd like to somehow storm and capture.

This chic and I were gabbing about some bitch who was flirting with her man. She wasn't worried or anything, just annoyed.

Me: "Are you gonna go SAY something to her? Or dump something on her head?
She: "No. I don't wanna START shit...I just wanna TALK shit."
Me: "I'm going to make a tshirt for you with that quote."
Some party pics.