Getting Crazy with the Cheese Whiz: Maddy's New Haircut

I am back with a vengence (not really). Sioux Falls was, well, Sioux Falls but I wasn't there to visit the town, I was there to visit a person (which is none of your bees wax). So there.

The magic behind the picture
When I took this picture I taunted Maddy with the following words to get her to cock her apple-head like that: "Madd-eee, come-on my little girl-eee, Mad-dad-dad-eee" and I ended it with a high pitched, "Are you my bunny?" and that is when the camera went click.

I'm dragging today. I had to work the desk until 9pm last night and be back here at 8:30am. Mercy me. I'm so hurtin' I had to order a venti tub-o-latte (that I let get cold, no less, not used to such a large latte I didn't time my swilling right). Oh, and, I'm at the desk again and agreed to do three hours today. I'm tough. The best part of last night, though, was that I didn't get one, not-a-one reference question. Why I oughtta...

When I got on the train yesterday during my morning commute it was hotter than the devil's armpit in there, I thought I was going to yak. Instead, I focused all my attention on the commuter seated directly across from me (much like the way you're supposed to focus on an object when you give birth (see the film "She's Having a Baby," you remember that scene in the hospital with Kevin Bacon blocking the bunny statuette when Eliz was having contractions, funny stuff). Let me describe him: he was in his early 30's, was wearing khaki shorts, black socks, off-brand Converse-esque type shoes, a short sleeved dress shirt, pens in the pocket, carrying a scuffed-up leather briefcase. Oh, and on his forearm was a giant portrait tattoo of Madonna. No. Not the virgin. Madonna Cicconne. Huh? It was his only tattoo, but it was good and was so detailed I caught it all from across the aisle. He must really like Madonna. I mean, I like Madonna, I do, but not that much. That type of committment I reserve for marriage (not that I'd get a spousal portrait, but you get the jist). From time-to-time I hate on Madonna. Right now, as a matter of fact, she's on my list. Why? Okay, for starters, the new record, not that good. Then, there's the INSANE (in the membrane, sorry, couldn't resist) ticket prices for her new show. I saw her for the Confessions tour and thought I dropped a bundle (close to 200 clams a ticket), but now it's closer to 400 clams for the same seats, at the Garden, no less. Sorry, but us normal people cannot fork out that much dough for a show that lasts less than 1 1/2 hours, do the math, it just ain't worth it maam. Plus, the accompanying videos for the new record are boring. Ya hear that Madge, B-O-R-I-N-G. So no, I wouldn't commit to Madonna the way my subway dude did because laser surgery still leaves a faint shadow. Now Marilyn Monroe, well you know I would and I have. She's my girly girl.

Today's Linkies are blogs of people who I wish were my friends (or at least would go out for one cocktail with me, just one because I'm a lush now):

http://raining-noodled.blogspot.com

http://jihky.blogspot.com/

http://julia.typepad.com/

http://serializer.net/comics/micrographica.php

http://blog.ninapaley.com/

http://www.theoldhag.com/

http://www.elguapodc.blogspot.com/

http://www.upsaid.com/eurotrash/

http://www.gofugyourself.celebuzz.com/

http://www.francisstrand.blogspot.com/

~No sleep til Brooklyn (ain't that the truth)~