Christopher And Tia

Wednesday, April 2, 2008

Last October I took a trip up to Oklahoma City for The Girlie Show, a 2 day long art event (I was participating as Hey Lady!). My best friend Kalii flew down from Portland, and besides the accidental food poisoning on the way, we had a great road trip. Her and I have a history of road trips. Before the husband and kid came along, we would pack up every summer and go out on the warped tour. Not the entire tour. About two weeks. And to be truthful, I have to mention that before I went with Kalii, I went with my good friend Christy. Anyways. I think 2004 was our last year doing this (me and Kalii), and we had the perfect ending to a perfect summer. By our last date, we had befriended everyone from the headliners to the catering staff. We had the time of our lives dancing the night away at our last after party, this one happened to be 80's themed. Well, at the time I was really into wine coolers. Yes, I was that girl. Turns out the blue Hawaiians I had guzzled, turned my tongue blue. In the polaroid to the right, I had taken a fellow dancers hat to strike a pose for the lady with the camera. So as I was chattin' it up with this person and that person, they were probably laughing at my tongue more than what I was saying. The next day Kalii ran into one of the guys I had been talking to the night before, we'll just call him "very sexy man that is ridiculously famous now" (ugh), and when she said my name he replied "oh the Betty with the blue tongue". I don't think I ever drank another wine cooler again. So Kalii and I road trip it up to Oklahoma City, right? When we get there, we call our friend Susan, the fabulous creator of Born2BeeWild, who we're going to be staying with. Let me tell y'all about Susan. Shes the coolest mom on the block, this you can tell by looking at her fabulous punk rock baby clothes. Her house was decorated in bright colors (just how we like it!) and full of funky finds, right down to her diner style kitchen table. Her house was inspiring. Do you ever go into someones house, and you're just like "wow... I want this"? Well that's pretty much what it was like. The whole house. And everything in it. The dining room I think had been turned into her studio, where guitar and skull outfits were practically hanging from the ceiling as she got ready for the Girlie Show. Susan's daughter Ava, is just a couple weeks older (or maybe it was younger) than our daughter Eleanore. Aww, and Baby A sure makes a cute model for her mama's clothing line. She came to visit on the 2nd day of the show, decked out in Born2BeeWild, and fully prepared to entertain the crowd with her powerful tutu. Susan makes clothes from 3 months all the way up to 6T. So when your baby grows out of your favorite pink and black "Toxic" onesie, you can get them a more sophisticated "I Bite" tshirt. It works out perfectly. And make absolutely sure to check out Susan's new line of Rock Star Kid Cuffs. They are SO dang cute, and totally customizable. They're made out of fabric, so they won't restrict your little rocker from moving his or her wrist, and they come in every size you can think of, so you know they have one in baby _______'s size. And seriously, for only $10 a pop, you know you need one, and quite possibly two. Keep an eye out for Born2BeeWild in the future, and next time you're at the warped tour, drink a blue wine cooler for me.

Tuesday, April 1, 2008

I never used to watch television. Well, I did, until I got a car. And then tv was a thing of the past, and I found other things to do with my time. I'm sure y'all can relate. When I was 19, I moved to Portland Oregon, from my little town of Woodland Washington. I moved into an old Victorian style house that had been converted into apartments. At first I had a roommate, very briefly. And then I moved upstairs into an available studio. Mine, all mine! It was fabulous. From the skinny closet style bathroom that you had to turn sideways in, to the ironing board kitchen counter. I loved it. Supposedly, the studio next to me was haunted. Glad I didn't get that one, even though it was much larger and more like an actual apartment. It was also more expensive, and at the time I couldn't even afford a parking permit for my regularly ticketed and broken into car. The laundry room in my building was in the basement, which was infested with spiders and full of broken bike parts and other abnormal looking metal objects. I have an overactive imagination, so I was always picturing myself getting murdered down there and left for the rats. I don't know if there even were rats. Woodland wasn't too far away. A 40 minute drive when traffic was decent. And I liked the drive. I liked that time with my car stereo. I'd go out to my parents house every 2 weeks or so to do laundry. They didn't mind, and I think they liked my company. When Christopher and I moved into our first apartment together, the laundry room there wasn't much better. It was in a basement as well, and cost more than my old place did. So I continued to take the trips out to Woodland every few weeks. One night when Christopher had come with me, we stayed for dinner, and then watched tv with my folks afterwards. Greys Anatomy was on. I had never actually seen it. It was the bomb episode, where the guy comes in with Christina Ricci's hand in his chest. It was to be continued, so I followed up the next week back at my apartment on SE Morrison. After that I lost track again. There was always something to do. Usually involving Pbr and a pack of cigarettes. I've quit now, don't worry. Both the beer and cigarettes. The cigarettes by choice, the beer because I'm allergic. Yes, allergic. We didn't meet up with Greys Anatomy again until we moved to Texas. Abilene is no Portland Oregon, that's for sure. Here, there is nothing to do, ever, ever ever. So we started hanging out with the kids from Seattle Grace, enter my addiction. Maybe its because the show takes place in Seattle, which is so close to home I can taste it. Or maybe its because of the Mc Whatevers and the Seriously's. I'm dying for the show to hurry up and come back. Dying I tell you. So until then, I'll have to get my temporary fix in the form of push pins and pendants.