Monday, August 31, 2009

My Aunt Florence hasn't been home since July 1st.
She's was in the hospital, then a rehab, then back in the hospital, and now back in a different rehab.
She can't walk (hence the rehab).
Everytime I go and see her I can feel the cracks in my heart moving inwards.
The most fabulous woman I've ever met in real life and she can't really do...anything.
She finally got her hair did, which made her really happy, because the new rehab facility has a salon in it. She's already got another appointment for this Friday.
My Uncle goes and visits her everyday. She makes him leave by 5:00 so he isn't driving home in the dark. He calls as soon as he gets home so she knows he made it.
The first roommate she had in the new rehab was pretty mean and unruly. Apparently we have the hook up though cause my mom's friend knows the owners and they let Florrie transfer rooms. I didn't see her new roommate because we sat out in the great area when we were there yesterday. Drumline was playing on the TV. Clearly appropriate.
I just want her to be able to walk because I know that's all she wants. It's breaking her that she can't and I can feel it whenever we visit. I think that's what's cracking me up the most. The fact that I've seen her laying in bed shaking her head and looking absolutely petrified.
It's weird to see adults scared. Particularly ones who have taken care of or protected you for as long as you can remember. It actually makes me physically uncomfortable.

Thursday, August 27, 2009

really though, what HAPPENED to mk's face?

i hate being so dumb...

i inadvertently had been posting entries to some other blog i didn't know even existed of mine, here, called beans.


Wednesday, August 26, 2009

we cleaned the country (living) basement. by we, i mean trevor dave and myself. trevor says if i help do things like this i'll earn punk rawk street-cred by the time this show is actually over. (his show being the fierce brosnan one.)
sidenote: i clearly NEED punk rock street cred.
none of these things are why i mentioned cleaning the basement though.
so dave found this bass drum like a year ago and i was staring at the head of it because there are four characters painted on in red. trevor insists/ed that it says "tony". (actually i had been postponing writing all this because i wanted to include a picture of it for you but i'll just add it in later on). back to the staring though...
jessica: i think that's hebrew
daver: you know what! i've often looked at it and thought the same thing.
so i matched up the characters that struck chords in my memory from the bass drum head to the hebrew alphabet (as per the INTERNET) and then translated (as per the same INTERNET) and it turns out that this bass drum head (which is made of goat's skin), has painted on it, in red, (the drum itself is a dirty sea foam green)...the word...VERSACE. i think it's amazing and perfect. dave was disappointed that versace apparently means nothing in italian. trevor just wants to believe tony painted his name across the front of this drum.
but, the truth of the matter really is whoever's drum that was was a versace wearing, goat skin banging sonofabitch!

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a taste:

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Friday, August 7, 2009


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