Archives for March 2010

photo study: the ENT’s office wall mural

The boy child has an ear and sinus infection (he's an overachiever), and because he has ear tubes, we headed to the ENT today.  I'll spare you the details of the exam room, but trust me – there were tools and equipment I haven't seen since I was a small child in Dr. Watkin's office on Line Avenue in Shreveport.  And I got to assist! Guess all that ER, Grey's Anatomy, and Private Practice came in handy!

What I look most forward to at this this particular doctor's office is the wall mural in the waiting room.  It is nothing short of a masterpiece in waiting room art.  And it spans the length of the room.  It is long.  I'm not good with measurement, so I couldn't tell you how long it is, but it's long.  One half of it is a Louisiana bayou scene, one half is a typical Louisiana home and family.  

Here is almost half of the bayou scene.

Don't worry, I took close-ups.

And even closer-ups.

What can I say, I'm a sucker for hound dogs.  

Don't look now, but it's my uncle Earl.

Oh, it's my pets, Boudreaux and Bandit, playing on a log — those silly critters.

Now for the other half of the mural.  It's the old homestead at Tallow Creek.  Been in the family for generations. I've restored it back to original white paint and had the gardner put in the historically accurate ferns.  The name of the brick is Old Jackson and the trailing roses are "Elizabeth Taylor."

I thought it was nice of the artist to depict our family on the way home from church on Sunday in our smart car.   

If you're not from Louisiana, and judging by the blog's stats — you're not — I can tell you this mural is a fair representation of the entire state.  We all either live in shacks or on plantations and fish for our dinner in the swamp, that is if we're not eating what we happened to kill that crawled up onto the porch.  It's not for everybody, but it's life here in Louisiana.  Now if you'll excuse me, I have to have Mammy tighten my corset so I can get into this here ball gown and go to the fancy debutante shindig across the lake.  

pink raspberry

Raspberry is one of my favorite flavors and this is my new favorite purse. In my world, this is a neutral.

pink raspberry

tunes you need Tuesday: the bird and the bee

Every once in a while a band comes along and does something so genius that I feel is worth sharing with you people.  The Bird and The Bee have done that.  

Last week The Bird and The Bee released Interpreting The Masters Volume 1 (A Tribute to Daryl Hall and John Oates).  Genius.  I can only hope they cover all of the bands I love from the '80s because this album is simply fantastic.  It's good times.  

Here are are a few songs for your listening pleasure.  Enjoy.

06 Maneater

03 Rich Girl

07 She's Gone

Here they are doing "I Can't Go for That" on Ellen last week.  Love it.

This is from The BIrd and The Bee's Wikipedia page:

The Bird and the Bee is an indie/Synthpop/alternative musical duo from Los Angeles, consisting of musicians Inara George ("the bird") and Greg Kurstin ("the bee"). Kurstin, a producer and keyboardist who has worked with Lily AllenSophie Ellis-BextorBeckThe Flaming LipsKylie Minogue and Red Hot Chili Peppers, is also a member of the band Geggy Tah. George and Kurstin met while the two were working on her debut album and they decided to collaborate on a jazz-influenced electro pop project. Their debut EPAgain and Again and Again and Again, was released on October 2006 and their debut album was released on January 23, 2007 on Blue Note Records.

So, you're going to download the album on iTunes, right?  Good.

you’ve gone too far, hello kitty

Hello-kitty-jesus-tattoo.thumbnail I have two daughters, thus we have lots of Hello Kitty stuff around the house.  There are dolls, clothes, coloring books, hair paraphernalia, shoes, toothbrushes, headphones, backpacks – the list goes on and on.

A few years ago it started spilling into my world as well.  It started with a mouse pad.  It was pink and shaped like a bow, and well, pink is my signature color.  The girls thought the mouse pad was for them.  Silly children.  Then one day I slipped and asked one of the girls if they had seen "my" Hello Kitty hair clip.  

And now it's no secret that Hello Kitty is my Jesus. *

It's just strange the way the cat has worked herself into my everyday existence. It seems there is nothing I do where I don't feel the presence of the feline — from the smallest item to the biggest of my day, I'm always surprised to see Hello Kitty in the oddest places.  

Take my typical day, for instance – nothing out of the ordinary.  I may have a doctor appointment.

Like I said, nothing out of the ordinary, there.  Then I might go to the shooting range for a bit, good times.


Meeting friends for sushi is one of my favorite things to do, and we've been on a big sushi kick lately.

Then we might go for coffee.  Y'all know good coffee is one of my vices.  I love coffee.

After coffee, I'd head home to get a few things done before the kids come home from school.  Maybe cut down that tree I've been meaning to take care of.

Then of course, I'd have to take care of my bees.  What?  You didn't know I was also a beekeeper? 


There's nothing I enjoy more after a long day of dealing with the kids and all the miscellaneous stuff I do than kicking back with my Hello Kitty bong.  Not really.  Yes, those are real bongs, but not mine.  

But Hello Kitty has gone too far this time.  Now there is Hello Kitty wine.  Wine.  Real wine.

What is this telling kids?  Hello Kitty wants them to drink?  I cannot give this the Kerry stamp of approval.  The Kerry stamp of approval is a big pink K, by the way.  There are several types of Hello Kitty wine.  The wine's tagline is "our favorite girl has grown up."  Well, I guess so.  Hello Kitty is a drunk.

If I liked wine I'd probably drink it.  

*that's a joke, people.  

sunday rewind: Hall and Oates

Hall and Oates is a departure from the usual post punk/new wave I usually feature here on the Sunday Rewind, but there is a method to my madness – come back for the return of Tunes Tuesday and all will be revealed.  Truth be told, I love the Hall and Oates.  Love the blue eyed soul.  

As usual, I saved the best for last.  Get a load of this f*ckery I found.  I mean, gem.

Okay, wtf was that?  Chippendales Oates, Hall refused to sing, strappy sandals, the devil, the weird jacket the chick helps Oates into with the sleeves, and I'm pretty sure Hall was stoned.  The '70s were bad, people.  Just say no to time machines.

file under “a” for “amuse”

I'm getting my hair cut and colored tomorrow and I feel like a change, so I though I'd do a Google image search for "short naturally curly hair pictures."  The results were interesting.  

Take a look, maybe you can help me decide which style to go with, because at this point it's a toss-up and my appointment is at ten, so any help would be appreciated.  Let's go to the photos.


I don't know what the Google is trying to tell me.   Timberlake's hair isn't even a style.

I think I'm going to go with the Lenny Kravitz.

images from google images via and

i’m just a bill

From Jimmy Fallon: 

Is it just me or has Schoolhouse Rock gone gangsta?

man’s/woman’s last stand

I only watched the last quarter or so of the Super Bowl, so I missed the Dodge Charger commercial (and truth be told, I'm not much of a Charger girl anyway – I'd prefer a Shelby).  But I saw it on a website tonight and thought the advertising gurus intended it to be funny, but it comes off like the voice of a wimpy passive aggressive husband.

Am I crazy or is putting underwear in the basket a normal thing?  Disembodied husband voice acts like he's da bomb.  

Then I saw this video, an answer to the Dodge commercial, in a female voice.

For real.

photo study: healthcare bill signed into law

This is not a political blog.  There are plenty of political blogs on the interwebs and plenty of fine bloggers who do a fine job of reporting and/or editorializing the beltway as they see fit.  Any political commentary you may read on The Kerry Blog is strictly to be taken with a grain of Splenda and is meant as satire only.  

That being said, have you seen this f*ckery?

There was a bill signing at the White House today, you may have heard about it..  People took pictures.  I saw humor in them.

All of today's photos were stolen from  

 It's always embarrassing when no one meets your high five.  Just sad.  

Who the hell let Gary Coleman in the White House?  Mr. Potter from It's a Wonderful Life is ashamed.  Pelosi can't clap with her eyes open.  And what's with the blue bracelet?  These Washington peeps can't accessorize for shit.  Someone get Rachel Zoe or Robert Verdi on the phone.  Stat.  

 Everyone is overjoyed  that Gary Coleman will have healthcare at last.  

 "Settle down, mofos."

 "How you fine ladies doin'?  Why yes, I am Tiger Woods.  

sunday rewind: Split Enz

I was reminded of one of my faves this week by a post about Neil Finn on a friend's Facebook wall and it dawned on my that I haven't featured Split Enz on the '80s Sunday Rewind.  My omission is your Sunday treat.  

New Zealand's Split Enz is a difficult band to describe, but I'll try.  Their 1970s era would best be described as progressive rock (think early Genesis with Peter Gabriel) when Tim Finn when was the front man, then Tim's brother Neil took over front man duties and the band received critical acclaim as a new wave band from 1980 until their break-up in 1984.  I'm not a progressive rock girl, so we're going to explore the new wave Neil Finn-led version of the Enz today.

And because Neil Finn is one of the cutest front men ever.  You'll remember Neil from Crowded House.  Love me some Crowded House, don't you?

The Neil Finn era of the Enz started with the album True Colours and was quite a departure from their previous work.  This era of the Enz coincided with the birth of MTV and the two were a perfect pair – let's go to the videos!

"Message to My Girl" from 1984 is my second favorite Enz song, probably because it sounds a good bit like Crowded House.

"I Walk Away" is the last single from the Enz from the album See Ya 'Round – appropriate titles, don't you think?  Oh, and you'll see the late Paul Hester from Crowded House on drums (the short-haired drummer).

I hope you enjoyed today's '80s Sunday Rewind.  If you have a suggestion for next week, leave it in the comments (if they're working).