14 hours and 5700 miles from now I’ll be waking up in Rome.
(Dig all you cats later. Have a safe and happy halloween everyone.)

[memo to self: remember that all your clocks will be wrong when you get home.]

Just because this was the thing that made me laugh loudest today:

“Some people are like Slinkies. Not really good for anything, but you still can’t help but smile when you see one tumble down the stairs.”

I don’t need no stinking electrical power converter!! Now I plug in more directly to the source of it all. Roma this week, maybe the Amazon or Tibet next! (Or, even just Possum Kingdom.) The possibilities are endless.

ps. There is now an excellent new store in town called “current energy” on Knox, next to the Apple store. They sell Solios, but they also sell tankless waterheaters and dual flush toilets and tons of other more efficient devices. It’s about time America caught on.

Couple of fun things about my upcoming trip to Italy. (At least they were fun to me.)

· Since Butterfly arrives in Roma the day before I do, we made arrangements for where to meet. So next Saturday, around 9 am (give or take an hour or so) we will be meeting in Piazza del Popolo. Call me sentimental, but that is way more romantic than ANY baggage claim anywhere. (I also love the easy-going/adventurousness of it.)

· (This one is just for Rainbo - - So, Butterfly and I were talking about the foods we were looking forward to and what we were going to eat, when she mentioned “moon rocks” and I laughed out loud. I hadn’t heard or thought of that term in years.)

· Butterfly is already in a small city outside of Roma, Italy and had made arrangements to check some of her voice mail messages. Upon arrival, she was delighted to find a phone actually IN her room. She had no problem making the connecting call, however, her efforts were thwarted when asked to enter *9, because….it was a rotary dial phone.

I’m definitely feeling the excitement and anticipation growing!!

LR does a good job of summarizing our outing yesterday. For those of you who are unfamiliar with the term “Trib-u-vulation” it is a loud cry among tribespeeps who either want to call attention to themselves or other tribespeeps in a crowd, and can be used to join separated parties in an otherwise chaotic and overwhelming assemblage of folks (and for this purpose it is tested and proven to work). It is best experienced in person to fully appreciate its ‘beauty’.

Now as for me…I totally have the worst ‘crap-food hang-over’ today as my body heartily attempts to expel with any force through any orifice at any expense and odor all of the disastrous and unconscious able substances it was assaulted with yesterday, and the whole process leaves me pale and weary.

Had a blast at the Texas State Fair. Quick quote from the event:

[scene: equine police in a line to start the parade, followed by assistants in clown attire with shovels to clean up after the horses.]

Me: Those are poop clowns. Everyone wants to be a poop clown, cause…that shits funny!

[fin]

—more details tomorrow, this girl is tired—

Ok, perhaps I am too lazy to actually write a post lately, but that doesn’t mean that I have completely forgotten my blog. Sometimes a picture is worth a thousand words, and doesn’t everyone need a Dominatrix Memory Stick. (Technically is ‘it’ a hermaphrodite model?)

Best Freakin Pachebel EVAH!

As I was driving home from work tonight I realized that my trip to Rome is only a couple of weeks away and I’m totally out of shape for such an adventure. So, as soon as I got home I put on my workout clothes and tennis shoes, walked down the street and grabbed a bottle of Chianti, a fresh baguette, a ripe tomato, some Bel Paese, Grana Padano and a touch of Prosciutto and sat by the side of the road to consume my feast.

OK, so actually, after I put on my work out clothes, I stood in my kitchen and scarfed a bit of day old Ciabatta bread, some triple cream French cheese, a slice of spicy Capocollo and a glass of Australian Shiraz. Not bad for being out of shape and smack in the middle of Texas.

Hey, a girl has to start somewhere, right?

About 11 minutes long..but worth every second (the “chicken/anus” part is CLASSIC):