weapons of massdistraction

This past week a number of folks pointed out a site that really struck a nerve for me…The Saddest Thing I Own. I couldn’t get it off my mind. I’ve always been a sentimental packrat, and have hung on to too many articles that could claim that title. So of course I submitted a post last night, while listening to Low to excess (especially Point of Disgust). I would have been crying in my beer, if I were a beer-drinker. Anyhow, that submission is over here.

Today’s been a better day. Our friends (the former neighbors) came over, to accompany us to the Cinco de Mayo parade. But it wasn’t the whole family. The workaholic Jesus stayed home as he had, apparently, gutted their only bathroom down to the studs, and is busy rebuilding it.

Tomorrow we’re slated to attend another parade, as part of the Heart of the Beast’s May Day celebration. When the little man was smaller and much less mobile we used to go and spend the entire day at Powerhorn Park. This year, I’m worried he’ll even make it through the parade. Heck, I’m worried I’ll be able to get him to the parade. Maybe he’ll just stay home with the husband. They’re like peas in a pod these days (except the husband hates peas, and they’re among the few foods the little man likes).

Bonus: I’m very much looking forward to Monday. It’s been nearly five years since the last time I saw Sigur Ros live, and I didn’t think I would make it to this show either. But my marvelous co-workers have an extra ticket, for me, and we’ve got excellent seats. Yay!
Plus: Visits to Milk and Cake always end with me wanting more…stuff. But it is nearly time to have my lobes stretched again, and these charcoal wood spirals are mighty fine.
And: Happy Birthday Lorika!