poppydawn

Fucking static, messing up "hummingbird" and shit.

A beverage or a pot to piss in? Or would a litter box work better?

Time to empty it and refill it.

I always love that singalong part when I see them.

The moon's mostly a muted red right now. I think I could die happy right now.

I totally love you right now!

I'm lying face-down on my couch dying right now. I've seen this song live ... I don't know how many times. And yet, it's getting me right now.

Why do you hate Wilco?

I'm seriously considering taking my laptop to the bathroom.

Mine's mesmerized by it right now. And singing along! Who knew she knew the words?

Horns!!! Nice n' beefy.

I'm digging the slide guitar in a big way.

That's mighty purty dog shit right there. I'd kill to see Jeff's facial expressions right now.

Wasted days, wasted nights ...

Just astounding!

Agog and a little teary. So beautiful. And listen to Mr. Bird play. Perfection.

Watching the eclipse through the window, listening to the show, and watching my kid dance like crazy to "War on War". I'm pretty blissed right now.

Aw, congratulations! Can't wait to see photos of the big little guy. Healing vibes to your wife. C-sections can be a bitch.

Those are fantastic, Charles! Your wife posted the link on the Wilco group on Ravelry. I feel a little like my internet worlds just collided. So many familiar faces in that crowd. Faces of people that I've never met, but who I recognize immediately. So very cool, and you captured them looking joyous and lovely.

I was snoozing with my cranky kid when I got a "Shot in the Arm" phone call! That's quite a lovely way to wake up. Andrew Bird? Wow! Definitely must get a copy of tonight's show.

My granny just turned 82, and she's the world's most organized pack rat. She never throws anything away that might be worth something. I don't doubt that she's sitting on a fortune of antiques. I went through a spell of collecting old chenille bedspreads a few years ago. We were talking about them one day, and I mentioned that I'd seen a double peacock chenille bedspread on ebay for nearly $500. The next time I was at her house, she told me that there was something on her bed for me. It was a double peacock chenille bedspread. My grandpa was an over-the-road truck driver for most of his lif

Those blue insulators always make me think of my granny. She's got a ton of them. I've got some of her old Mason jars. I dig those, especially since I do a lot of home-canning. I love anything that has to do with the history of kitchenware and the evolution of cooking. I'm also a big fan of mid-century linens, tole painted TV trays, and old drinking glasses. Yeah, I can get all that stuff at antique shops, but I'd much rather dig for them in dusty old junk shops or estate sales.

My husband wants me to add his vote for Teddy Roosevelt, who was a big, fat hunter.

There is some mighty fine junking to be done in central Missouri. I'm a junk shop nut. Flea markets abound. I'll gladly wave the middle finger. I hate driving through Wentzville. Had a roommate from there, but I think she went to Ft. Zumwalt. She was one of the dumbest, most obnoxious individuals I've ever met. Chuck would have loved her. She used to get drunk and mistake the desk chairs in our dorm room for the toilet.

If he's the one who had the idea of putting cinnamon in the chili, he should have been assassinated.