I heard late that V Magazine and Lady Gaga were doing a contest where you send in a sketch of her and if they chose it will put it in their next issue. I missed the deadline, but thought I'd do it anyway.ch
Having just moved back from Vancouver, I had my car packed beyond belief. It was like a clown car everything we fit in and took out of it in the end. As much preparation you try to do for something like this though, there always seem to be those obvious things you forget about.
There's a goofy Australian country singer, John Williamson, who has a song by this title. This image popped into my head when I was listening to it the other day.
I always enjoyed my walks through Vancouver. So often I'd encounter the local wildlife, that between the skunks, raccoons, cats, and squirrels I felt like the Pied Piper of West End.
My friend, Karen I'll call her, types very agressively and loud, or as I would put it, she's a passionate typist. It really sounds like she's beating the hell out of that keyboard, but apparently it's just the way she types.
Moving from Vancouver where we lived on the 11th floor to Oakland where we live on the ground level of a street with lots of foot traffic makes you realize there's certain routines that need some adjustment.
Conversations with my mom typically hover between my sister's kids and food. Under the food umbrella, Paula Deen is often mentioned. My mom's fascinated by her, as I am, but for different reasons. Her mutual bond with Paula though can be explained in one word...butter.