PrettyOddBird

"Rudeness is a weak person's imitation of strength." Truth.

As we start the week, I want to bring some attention to my man E-40, one of my all-time favorite rappers. You may also know him as E Feasible, 40 Water, or Earl Stevens. I absolutely love this guy and this is why: "You hear them talkin' salty 'bout (40)Water, don't just sit there, and let 'em murder mouf yo pahtna!" ("If we're friends, don't let people talk shit about me") "Where you be buyin yo hats from? - I buy 'em from Lids." "I don't fly private jets; I fly Southwest!" Hilarious.  He's as real and down-to-earth as you could possibly stay after twenty-five years in the rap game. Count up the albums. There have been twenty-two released to date, and as he says it himself - "I'm an old schooler and a new comer." From the countless collabo's with fellow legend Too Short, to pioneering his own wine label, the hustler turned investor can not be stopped. The Bay Area's finest is

Perseverance is the hard work you do after you get tired of doing the hard work you already did. Newt Gingrich

It is after 8pm, and it is 85 degrees outside. So, we have been making full use of our excellent disposable barbecue I bought back in July, for the 4th of July. Cooking indoors with no a/c is not even an option right now.  I bought my cute little bbq for $13.99 at Ace Hardware. Granted, it does not have a cover. (I have sometimes created a makeshift one using aluminum foil). But for a perfectly efficient, cost-effective grill for those limited on space, it is such a treat.  I especially love cooking using Cowboy brand hardwood lump charcoal. Forgive my ignorance, but I had never known about these natural briskets until recently, and I love them. They have a nice flavor, and I really like the idea of using real wood to cook. There is something very homey and rustic about it.  Anyway, I hope everyone is staying cool (or warm) on this Thursday night. Happy almost Friday! >.< 

For the past 11 days, I have been house sitting for a friend. This includes looking after a menagerie consisting of three dogs and one cat. From frozen peanut butter bones to afternoon drags (sometimes called "walks") near the local waterfall; I hope I have made good impressions on the pups. Buffy, the seventeen- yes -seventeen year old cat, who I've dubbed Buffy Willie Nelson, graces us with howling, child labor-sounding vocalizations at approximately 4:30 a.m. daily. She demands her Fancy Feast be delivered promptly at dinner, and that I mash it up into petite size pieces. I'm assuming this helps maintain for the tomcats. Charlie, who was described by the owners as the "poet" of the family has proved true to his description. He can often be found laying down alone in a dark bedroom, or listening by the door as I pee. He seems the sensitive type, that Charlie; a German Shepherd mix who is slightly addicted to sticks. Logan, I've found, is a war ha

Ahh looking at the date of my last post brings disappointment. I can't believe it has almost been a full year. What I had originally intended to be a brief hiatus quickly escalated into a whirlwind of negativity, immersion into self-pity over a terrible work life, and blind-sidedness to "the good things".  Slowly, with the help of many patient friends & family, I am returning to my former positivity-seeking self.  Being that it is Interior Tuesday , I wanted to showcase the playful motifs of these fun fairy quarters'. Inspired by a turquoise-toting, beaded, bohemian beauty of mine who has painstakingly berated me with her relentless optimism over the last several months.