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June 30, 2007

Friday(ish) Shuffle - The Again with the Ish Business Edition

My blog mojo is seriously lacking these days. Fact is, there's really not much to write about right now. You can only read, "Omigod! I love my house! I love Prettytown!" so many times before you start lobbing dirt bike wheels at me.

You also don't want to read more about Murphy, who's been the crux of this week. In addition to Tuesday's escape, she had a bout of diarrhea, which christened one of the rooms in the house on Thursday. She's fine. I have a feeling she ate a monkey ball from one of our sweetgum trees. I'm not sure of this, but I wouldn't put it past her.

Last night Murphy made another blatant escape, this one while B. was letting her in the house. She had to investigate what is the new slightly irritating, unusual vehicle in our new neighborhood - a coach bus idling in the parking lot across the street. Actually, she chased the bus' driver, who lives two houses down from us. He's been on the road since before our move.

"When I heard her howl, I thought, 'Oh, she's beautiful! She sounds just like Nutmeg!'"

Not only have we moved to a quiet, pretty, friendly, easy-going neighborhood, it's also a neighborhood where every single person we meet adores Murphy, hound dog howl and all. This has several possible answers: 1) I live in a neighborhood of polite liars, 2) I live in a neighborhood of people with odd taste in dogs, or 3) I live in paradise which, contrary to the belief of some Missouri-side St. Louis Metro area, does not house dragons. Well, only friendly ones that'll give you a hand if you need a flame for s'more-making.

My knit mojo has returned. I'm sure you're thrilled.

I had my first guests yesterday who weren't immediately put to work. My friend Jill and her daughters, one who's a day younger than Clara Jane, came over for pizza, corn dogs, conversation, and the patented kind of noise that can only be created by three little girls having a good time.

There's still a lot of unpacking. Fuck.

I moved to a town that has a wing joint with over 50 varieties of flavors. Last night I had garlic parmesan wings, horseradish wings, and my first bottle of Stag, which I think means I'm an official Bellevillian now.

I'm about to unveil one of the things that's kept me away from my blog. It's big. Or will be, if I get a chance to get rolling on it this weekend. It's something to raise money for boobs. It's so big it requires its own domain name, much like my own boobs. Prepare yourself, and start putting away your pennies. You're going to want to part with them very soon.

Since I'm such a slack-ass, here's a bit of a musical bonus in addition to the shuffle. Devil Baby Freakshow, the band co-fronted by my pal Beqi, made their live radio debut yesterday afternoon, which had me dancing around my kitchen with a mop. No joke. That really happened. Because I've obviously moved to Pleasantville, as everyone keeps telling me. Anyway, you can listen to their set, along with the two-hour entirity of Dangerous Curves by clicking the "stream" button for the June 29th show. They're about 45 minutes into the program, but listen to the whole thing. Where else are you going to hear Wanda Jackson and a Shangri-Las record other than "Leader of the Pack"? It'll make your kitchen sparkle, I swear.

These songs, in comparison to "Dangerous Curves", will probably just make you shuffle around, staring at your shoes, wondering if anyone's peed in them lately.

Posted by Robin at June 30, 2007 09:17 AM

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