Queen Mediocretia of Suburbia

Putting the TMI in absentminded

Month: July 2006

  • Guitar Breakthrough

    HaHA! Today I played a song and I played it so many times it became automatic. So then I was able to stop worrying about the chords, and about half an hour later I had the strumming down, and half an hour after that it occurred to me to stop thinking about the words and…

  • Power Issues

    I have power, I always had power, and I share my power with others. The power has not gone off at my house, regardless of what you may have heard on CNN and NPR. If the President hadn’t visited the NAACP the St. Louis power outage would have been the #1 story of the day.…

  • Naked Shower with The QUEEN MOTHER! With photos!

    Naked Shower with The QUEEN MOTHER! With photos!

    So. Last weekend I took a naked shower with my Mom Queen Mother. She wanted to shower and we weren’t sure she was stable enough after her fall. Pre-forty version of me would have gotten my clothes all wet and not been very helpful. Post-forty? I got right in there naked. Screw it. I can…

  • A Good Book On Eng-land

    On this day in history in 1553 Lady Jane Grey was deposed after her nine days. One of my favorite books is an antique (1884) book Mom and I picked up called History of England in Words of One Syllable. Evidently it was one of a series of children’s history books written all in one…

  • President Hoosier

    It has been reported that the President said “shit”. I think they’re missing the Big Story. Is no one concerned he was talking with his mouth full of food? “Gotta stop doing this shit” (chew chew chew).  

  • Perverts! They’re Everywhere!

    So, at the Better Than Ezra concert, Gary saw this drama played out next to us. I was oblivious. There was a wiry old man with binoculars milling through the crowd in front of the stage. I did see him; it comforted me to know we were not the oldest ones there. He stood for…

  • I Shouldn’t Be Alive: Mom Edition

    Before I begin, I love the show I Shouldn’t Be Alive, first because it makes me feel superior to rich fools who think they can swim the Amazon instead of lying at home and watching the Discovery Channel, and because even though you know the people survive because there they are on the screen, it…

  • War of the Words, Part the Third

    So Gary and I were out biking the other day. “Ow” I said.A few blocks later I said, “Ow.”The third time I “ow”ed, he said, heartlessly, “What is wrong with you?” “It was a little too soon after a termite inspection to hop on a bike. The seat is hurting my pudenda.” Okay, I know…

  • War of the Words, Part the Second

    As summer started, Gary and I were walking to taunt some horses at the stables down the road. (He likes to yell “Sugar!” to get them to come to the fence. I am sure someday one will realize he never has sugar and will kick him in the head.) He was talking about his sister…

  • War of the Words, Part the First

    Gary and I have the typical bets over trivia (“She looks like Audrey Hepburn in Gigi.” “Audrey Hepburn wasn’t in Gigi.” “I bet you!”). And the pinkie finger is flexed and the challenge is met and the Internet is searched. And I discover no, it was Leslie Caron in Gigi. And I am made to…