Archive | June, 2013

You Drive Me Crazy

28 Jun

Our roadtrip from Albuquerque to Austin was quite a spectacle. A lot of family, a very small car.

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Zia

25 Jun

My best friend and I are moving apart. Me to Austin, Texas; she to Binghamton, New York. So on my last night in town we are getting matching New Mexico Zia tattoos.

Impulsive?

Yes we are. 🙂

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Only in New Mexico

23 Jun

Driving down San Mateo today, I had to stop and take a picture of this pinata. It was just too ridiculous. I mean, if I were a parent I suppose I would be proud of my little vato when he asked for this for his birthday party. Or extremely concerned. One of the two.

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…I mean, that’s totally normal, right?

Tweet from New Mexico News (@New_Mexico_News)

19 Jun

New Mexico News (@New_Mexico_News) tweeted at 8:25 PM on Wed, Jun 19, 2013:

Sheep cover the hills of northern NM, sounding almost human. “BLOOD,” one seems to say, and the others echo and concur. “BLOOD,” they agree.

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It’s Been Real

17 Jun

Headed out to Austin for the summer. Packing up my belongings all week, I’ve really gotten to thinking about the past couple of years. It’s been a while since I left, like really cut ties and left. Of course, I’ll be back in no time and nothing will have changed, but it’s comforting to think of change, temporary as it may be.

Ever since I told my boss I was leaving I have had this encompassing feeling of weightlessness. It’s awesome. Headed into my last cheesy burger shift tomorrow night with nothing but smiles.
About the same time I made the decision to leave, another of my co-workers got a new job at UNM and handed in her two weeks as well. She did it a lot cuter than I, in the form of an adorable poem.

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I will miss my Corn Maiden and all of (some of) my other co-workers.

It’s been real.

Say it Ain’t So!

12 Jun

Little F is sick. Violent diarrhea. Violent. He chewed up one of the ice packs I use for my foot. ‘Ice substitute’ it says. ‘Non-toxic’ it says. ‘Do not ingest’ is written on the back.

I’ve got a pretty weak stomach anyway, but the things I have seen come out of this dog are just pure unadulterated evil. Satan dwells in Little Frank’s colon. Demons were expelled- all over my bedroom. I’m talking walls, floors- I threw away the trash can. It was horrific. Horrific. How can so much poop come out of a 30lb puppy? He pooped up a soupy mixture that was actually gelatinous. It was like poop algae. Like vomit poop.

Screw the zombie apocalypse. They should make horror movies about gelatinous shit algae monsters. Nothing can compare to the horror that Little Frank just unleashed. He had such a panicked look on his face. He probably thought the apocalypse was happening in his bowels.

So I dry heaved my way out to the backyard with everything that once was in the bedroom, and anything that couldn’t go in the washing machine (thank God for the ‘sanitary’ function) got thoroughly hosed down and coated in Clorox.

It’s a good thing I love him. Because I died a little on the inside. This experience sealed the  deal. I am never having children.

Here’s my horror movie afternoon soundtrack:

Panic Switch – Silversun Pickups

Barrel of a Gun – Guster

Frank Sinatra – Cake

Debonair – The Afghan Whigs

Fluorescent Adolescent – Arctic Monkeys

All These Things That I’ve Done – The Killers

The Persuaded – Faded Paper Figures

Hearts A Mess – Gotye

Together – The XX

The Koala

10 Jun

What is left of me
Koala without a tree
Patient is the bear

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