A lady asked me how many pair of shoes I have; she proceeded to tell me what I had worn over the past few days. You wore Brown chords and grey vans Monday and you wore boots yesterday and to day you have on penny loafers, I wanted to say um mind your own business and these are driving shoes of sorts, bugger off. But in stead I said thanks.
Speaking of what one wears on their feet. Or just feet actually (horrible segue) Jade has found her feet! The other night she was sucking on her toe so hard it was red. Crazy kiddo

maybe in 20/20 hindsight she should have went with this dress more often.

so i am so glad this is all over. Zach we can take down the banners now the quiet protest is over.

now i am have to worry about the Christmas tree and getting it up before the family comes for Thankschristmasing. i have like 20 other things i want to get done between know and then too i need to wash the house and the fence and stain and seal the fence. Get the Honda out of the garage and into the shop to get fixed and tagged and rolling. and get the Mini back, maybe buy a used Saab and give the Tank back to its owner and get Gus into the garage for an oil change and the lights on the house and i have 20 days to do all this in. OK it might not all get done. First things first. i wanna get something done to the fence. this week. Hear that babe? ok and i wanna stop drinking soda. except when i NEED it.

CHEERS!  and dont grieve to much, my dear republican friends, nothing is ever gonna really change, that is just the way it is somethings never change, (insert bruce hornsby piano riff) and it dont matter if we have a black man or an old man a chick, or a chick with a gun on the run in the big house we are supposed to pray for them just the same.

Thanks to gmail chat i can keep in constant contact with my defector friends who have left the bowels of hell for more temperate or oceanic climate-ry. this morning with Phillip:

me: hey friend how are you this morning?

why? I don’t know i have a friend in CA that i am always asking the most naive -est of American, republican, southern of questions of. “Hey Christine, don’t you just laugh when you hear the American dad theme song?” Jeez Louise, i mean think Daine, of course she doesn’t she is in Canada.

Josh and i left the country but not far enough. i mean the only way we knew we were really out of the US and into Canada on our trip is they have some different rules and let private land owners live in or on some of the small islands in the boundary waters, or they would call that Quetico Provincial Park. We were lost and had paddled too far and we could have been shot on site but ok whatever. the one island we saw had more “no trespassing” “doughnut-ent-ry” signs than it did anything else. my point is i feel the need to get out of the USA for a second. even if it is just to one of our un-taxed outlying islands that i don’t need a passport to go to but that are way too Caribbean and trade able for something we want in exchange for oil. I need to get out and see people driving crazy. and that might just be it. i need to see different ethnic groups driving like maniacs. Maybe i should just go to Houston or a quick hop down to the border. This might be all the perspective straitening i need.
I watched my show last night, Anthony Bourdain’s No reservations, and he went to Saudi Arabia. Ok i would so go there and get myself all suited up in the normal mens garb. I should; I should get one to wear around town with my Mexi-Melt in her strappy tank tops. ha Ham sandwich in a Synagogue. Ha ha and that is even funnier in light of the context. it left me wanting to eat lamb and rice and hummus!

Brown went camping and is home now.
I sun kissed my knees and the stress of getting there made my face break out like i rubbed up next to the wrong girl.

Super Josh and I went for a paddle and ended up in OH CANADA! Why why why every time we want to refer to our pals to the north do we over pronounce all of our “A”’s and sing “Oh Canada” as a funny tribute. Well get in a boat and brave their rough waters and you’ll sing my little jingles.
I’ll write more about the trip later Pictures and Videos and all sorts of fun I promise, it is coming as soon as I have a second.
Right now I just want to get all of your feed back on a fun deal Zach and I (original brownies) have been kicking around. Zach has a way of taking something I say and making it real. If I were president He’d be vice or at least king of literature or something. Any how with no further Adieu I present to you a Club brown tank top sporting the new club-brown logo Zach whipped up.
Lemme know what you think. And better yet where you would not wear this I would wear it almost anywhere but seeing  as the shirt is a females and a slim fit I realize we are going to have to come up with some maternity sizes for me and Mexi Melt!

I really hate to spend money on my self, even if it is something that I need.
Say Jeans. The ones I have on have been patched up 4 times. Each time I have carefully reconstructed them with savage, Bush, witch doctor like precision. So the Daine Seam that is basically a whip stitch down the leg from where I blew them out dancing in church to that Audio Adrenaline song “I get down and he lifts me up” I was doing the splits because I can and the jumping back up, over and over and one time I went down and when I did, I suddenly felt freer and then stopped dancing. One of the Kids Teachers burst out laughing but I don’t think any one else even noticed. So the seams where I stitched them of course took away from the original so each time they get a little bit snugger. And I am not moving that direction. If anything I am going the opposite of smaller and that is a fact I am not proud of but I have been told I wear it well.
So I grabbed these pants this morning. They are so tight I look like Garth Brooks back in the day. I haven’t checked but you can probably see my pantie line. Yep you can. My boxers end about where the pocket material does so maybe that is it. But you can see that, and unless you look like my rock star friends this is really not a good thing. I really do think it is good for them either but Hey I get it; before they listen to me I need new pants.
So for lunch today I am going to the mall. And man I wish I could get these same pants just like 2 inches bigger in the booty. I am wondering if Apple Bottom makes pants for men. I have a big old butt and need some thing to accommodate if you will. Oh lord, enough about my rear,
Tonight I am going to see Black Rebel Motorcycle Club. I am just beside my self excited.
Eli and I went to see them a while back right when Baby 81 first was released and I just in AWE. I am like that when I find something I like I become loyal. Like food if I go to any number of restraints I can tell you what I am going to order even before I put my name in at the hostess stand. Eli’s folks where in town this weekend for his age change date, they are such nice people. It is weird still to me when Adults treat me like I too am one of them. I still feel like a kid, and I act like a kid which is probably why I get treated as one. They treated me as if I were an adult though and I really liked it, maybe I’ll be more gown up because of it.
Seriously I cant stop singing Black rebel songs in my head, I am all walking to the rest room muttering “Red eyes and tears no more for you my love I fear
Red eyes and tears no more for you my love I fear
No more fear, no more fear I’m in love”
No wonder people think I am a psycho huh?

Have you ever had a day where you clothes just did not fit right? Maybe it is not your clothes fault maybe it is due to the fact that you ate like a 5 year old yesterday. That miserable 5 year old with no boundaries. I had toaster strudels for breakfast, two double cheeseburgers from McDonalds for lunch and 3 slices of cheap “party” pizza for supper. The toaster strudels (or pop tarts on crack as I prefer to call them) are bad enough. Then a Mc-ee-Dee’s Double Cheese burger is bad enough but Two of them, come on man. They sat there fighting in my stomach like my sister and I as children in a long trip in the back of my dads Oldsmobile Tornado. Then really, any pizza that succumbs to the moniker “party” pizza assumes you will be mostly inebriated and so will not notices its shortcomings. I am not knocking the “party” pizza, lots of college kids who blew their money on crack and would have starved if it had not been for the “party” pizza. But “Party” pizza is like a used Junker that you buy when you are learning how to drive. When you learn the value of hard work and the American values of appearance is everything and become a full on brand whore, you sell the Junker car and buy something a bit nicer. You sell the beat up Chevy and buy the Aston Martin. Ok maybe you buy the Acura but still you get those leather seats. MY point is “Party” pizza is for kids silly rabbit and we like to think the pizza can evolve into something even a “foodie” type person could enjoy.
So yesterday I was neck deep in food transgressions, and today my “big” jeans were dirty so I wore khakis with no button so I would not be depressed by not fastening the top. The problem is these pants are so old I have had them for at least 6 or 7 years and no I have had these since I was in college, make that possible 10 years, and they are not a 2008 cut. Mind you I was flat front before flat front was even cool and so at least they have that going for them but they are still pretty early 90’s looking. I paired these monstrosities with a bright bubble gum pink polo shirt that has shrunk in the wrong places. It has shrank in the arms and tail. S it wont tuck in and it feels like I am wearing capped sleeves. Cute on a girl, 31 year old male um not so much. So to complete my ensemble of dumb I paired it with my comfy old blue chucks that look kind of purple they have hit the wash so much.
So I am trying to make my self like what I think is the new Ravonettes album Lust Lust Lust. I cant tell because I have just recently acquired it and my my iPod is on the blink, so I have commandeered LaMex’s Shuffle. It doesn’t show what the heck this is but it sounds like what I liked.
It sounds kind of how I look, oddly fitting.

Being a good friend means sometimes telling someone when they have broccoli in their teeth or that their hair looked better with out highlights or when they are being an asshole or narcissistic as a four year old. Guess what guys; I guess I am not the good friend I always thought I was. I can’t say no. That should have been my new years resolution. Stop being a freaking yes man all the time, and maybe I could grow some while I’m at it.
This has been my best Monday in years. I got a free lunch, it made me sick but it was free.

I love it when the unexpected makes me laugh. Today i am reading my morning Perez, it is fun and raunchy i do this right before i start work. Today this picture of Ashlee Simpson with her new red hair has a caption that says “Ashlee Simpson’s gone firecrotch!” I am still laughing.

I have been trying to stop drinking coffee and soda. I almost kicked the habit and then we got these sweet looking plain white paper cups at my work. I was compelled first had a coffee in one and then a Dr Pepper. I love the simple white cup. I am sitting here at my desk and I realize that I did not even want coffee or soda I just think the cup is cool.
What is wrong with me.
I enjoy certain things and the way they look. I should have gone into marketing or something. I don’t know who I would have marketed to exactly but I think that would be a fun field of work. Yes I did dvr “mad men” but I never got around to watching it and it started erasing itself.
Today I decided that boots and jeans would be a cool look for me. It is a fun way to go to a show or to kick around in for a little while, but to work, and then to a meeting after work? Yeah, pretty darn ill advised. My shirt is just a smidge too small and it is not just small in the tummy where I can’t stop growing it is small under the arms, my jeans, the ones La Mex loves on me and I don’t know why other than they are kind of tight in the arese, the boots I rescued from Uncle Jerry my ultimate hero who got them at a yard sale for a dollar. They are old and broken in and scream ultimate cool. I look pretty cool the image is there but I am uncomfortable, and I don’t need the sugar in the Dr. Pepper I am drinking just now either but the white paper cup, it called to me. I feel cool with it in my hand. Steve McQueen cool. Old Mercedes convertible driving south on California’s hwy 1 cool. Simple and elegant.
I love the look, I live for the cool but naturally I go back to comfortable.
I should have had water in my unassuming white paper cup and I should have worn my James Dean khaki pants and comfy worn slip-ons. Cool and comfortable could have come together.
I am trying way too hard. Trying to make this post make since and trying to achieve the next level of cool. But lets face it this is a ramble on and I am only as cool as feel, and I fell so uncomfortable that I am not cool at all. This Dr. Pepper is way too sweet for my tastes. I am growing out of it just as I am this shirt.
Happy Tuesday.