just had to share this
David Bowie - Iggy Pop - Lou Reed
"my god is rock n roll"
~ Lou Reed
Diary of a Punk Rock Mama I used to stay up late, hang out with friends, make cool stuff and rock out. Now I've made a cool baby or two, stay up late rocking them back to sleep and hope my friends understand I've lost my mind.
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Monday, March 28, 2011
Genie
If I had a genie in a bottle, I would be one rub away from a perfect spring day in Montreal.
Daddy would hang with the boys, enjoying himself with boyish activity & plenty of father/son bonding time, thus leaving mom to some well deserved alone time. I'd probably sit in some park for an hour or two, enjoy the rays (while protected by plenty of SPF 30 & my fave Roberto Cavalli shades - yet another awesome Winners score), and read.
Daddy would hang with the boys, enjoying himself with boyish activity & plenty of father/son bonding time, thus leaving mom to some well deserved alone time. I'd probably sit in some park for an hour or two, enjoy the rays (while protected by plenty of SPF 30 & my fave Roberto Cavalli shades - yet another awesome Winners score), and read.
Then I'd head out to meet my ladies for cocktails at some trendy terrasse up on the Plateau. My hair would be the perfect shade of fiery Vamp red, on fire in the spring sunlight, and my nails would be immaculately painted blackest black. I'd have on my uniform favorite pair of H&M black tights, one of my fave Rock'n'Roll tee's & beat up sleeveless & faded Levi's jean vest adorned with a collage of old punk rock band badges. My well-worn-out black cowgirl boots would march to the beat of some badass tunes on my mp3 player. And slung over my right shoulder, the envy of all fashionable passerby women *insert wild fits of girlish giddiness*, would be this little gem of total awesomeness......
JJ Winters Fringe Chain Bag
What? A gal can dream can't she?!.... *wink*
Domesticity Kills
I hate Mondays!
She couldn't remember... was it one teaspoon of arsenic or two? All the baking soda in the world could not mask the scent of her despair. She was suddenly comforted by the knowledge that they were all helpless without her... was the secret ingredient resentment? She was suddenly struck with an overwhelming metaphor for her entire existence... if by "happy" you mean trapped with no means of escape...?... then yes, I'm happy!
Today was in dire need of a Ctrl + Alt + Delete. #%&@*!!!!!
I should come with a warning label she thought... "DOSMESTICALLY DISABLED!!!"
Ahh Happiness!.... Happiness is dreaming about bulldozing the entire house instead of tidying up. Happiness is day dreaming about all the fun stuff you can't do because you're too busy being a mom.
She just couldn't fathom why it was that her kids were louder & messier than a room full of Hell's Angels?!.........
"I truly hate Mondays!"
She couldn't remember... was it one teaspoon of arsenic or two? All the baking soda in the world could not mask the scent of her despair. She was suddenly comforted by the knowledge that they were all helpless without her... was the secret ingredient resentment? She was suddenly struck with an overwhelming metaphor for her entire existence... if by "happy" you mean trapped with no means of escape...?... then yes, I'm happy!
Today was in dire need of a Ctrl + Alt + Delete. #%&@*!!!!!
I should come with a warning label she thought... "DOSMESTICALLY DISABLED!!!"
Ahh Happiness!.... Happiness is dreaming about bulldozing the entire house instead of tidying up. Happiness is day dreaming about all the fun stuff you can't do because you're too busy being a mom.
She just couldn't fathom why it was that her kids were louder & messier than a room full of Hell's Angels?!.........
"I truly hate Mondays!"
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Effortless Kool
Spock is Hot
a HAPPY 80th BIRTHDAY to Mr. Leonard Nimoy - whom immortalized our favorite half Vulcan/ half Human Science Officer aboard the USS Enterprise..........................
All logic dictates that he surely has
"LIVED LONG & PROSPERED "
http://startrek.com/article/happy-80th-birthday-leonard-nimoy
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