I’m looking for my phone because I need to call Ice T’s wife. We’re going to hang out by the pool and drink mojitos. That’s what wives of celebrities do, you know. Only those who put me in their hit songs get invites. a-hem. 
The back yard is being transformed. Look out weeds! But for now, we have plant type fun and one small animal.
The Bunny makes drinks:
The Bunny just watched Rocky:
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I don’t know how often he’ll be making an appearance.? The excitement is palpable.
But I came across this and thought it was wonderfully amazing:
http://www.overheardinnewyork.com
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Sweatpants: So, how’s your life doing?
Girl: Um, okay, I guess.
Sweatpants: That’s good… So I was watching Pokemon the other day…
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Dude looking at sign for Godiva store: If you look at that sign, you could read it as ‘Go diva.’
Chick: Yeah, if you look at it through gay goggles.
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Professor hobo: Now listen, folks. You got them crazies preachin’ the end of the world. They’s saying God’s gonna come and un-begat us all the way to Adam. I’m not like that. I’m not. Listen — I’m not — so listen, okay? Listen. See, I’m a man of science. No heavenly undoing here. There’s a black hole comin’ this way. Those niggas comin’ at like a thousand light miles an hour. I don’t need no wheelchair super-talk from my computer to know that. It’ll come and it’ll steal your children. Pull ‘em from bed and rape ‘em and eat ‘em. That’s what them black holes do. Eat you. You and your children. Science!
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Fun!
And here’s a question: do these two people look amazingly similar?
Just kidding! How about the guy below versus guy above? Hmmm? Coincidence?
That’s right!
After careful consideration, I’ve added a few more posters to the notes blog. I’m no where interesting enough to have all this responsibility:
Introducing:
Mrs. Danza.
Di P.
and
S-Diva.
I’m sure you’ll love them as much as I do . . . but not more than Mrs. Ice-T . . . who apparently Mrs. Danza is not friends with and cannot take you to visit. It doesn’t matter if you’ve been working on your cocktail recipes which you’d been planning to exhibit around the pool. It makes no gosh darn difference at all.
Ahem.
This plan proves to be much more than I can handle. I’m shooting for a picture a month, with more immediate postings. Here’s the ketchup:
I — in no uncertain terms — love this last photo. The mask is now dead, but what a memorial. L’Chaim!
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A New Years Resolution.
I heard others talking about their plans to take and post a photo a day and thought: what the hell. Given, I didn’t start until the 15th but my dedication and triumph are bold and unhumorous!
Oh, but I make no promises about posting the photos everyday. I’m not nearly that bold or unhumorous.
To begin:
1/15/07
1/16/07
1/17/07
1/18/07
1/19/07
1/20/07
1/21/07
Swish!
Sometimes I take my grandmother’s uniqueness for granted.
When I was young one of my favorite things to do was sit on a small foot stool she kept in the hallway. It was at the base of a full length mirror and I’d luxuriate in said mirror while using the stool as a prop to strike poses. The stool was very clearly the perfect little girl size and not meant for adults.
Then I saw the stool a few years ago. It’s covered in fur: real corse black fur. And apparently not the good stuff because there are leathery patches where it’s rubbed off. It reminds me of my first few attempts at making book covers.
Then I remember she owned the salient character from Monkey Shine.
And now this:
Give thanks!
In addition to photographing award winning authors, blossoming directors, multi-tasking burlesque dancers, and Everclear (mmhmm) I can now add a certain John Tesh to the list of subjects.
Thanks JT!
I’ve been hard at work on my to-do list today (tah-dah!) The "New Work" section of e-hardesty.com is revamped and ready for greedy little eyes to feast upon. I’m still plugging away at the under construction areas. Perhaps it would have been prudent to look into Dreamweaver Templates before undergoing tedious and eye-popping/pooping work for the past 6 months. Ah well, no bother.
Here’s something that’s been making me exceedingly happy lately:
When I used to look like this?
My hair looks styled! Kind of helmet-y, but styled! And look how I’m gripping John G like it is my job! And what am I drinking? More exclamation points!!!!!
Boy, I sure don’t miss the color scheme of that apartment. Yeck.
Lately I’ve been encountering tools that are supposed to determine my innate tendencies or quantify my personality. Apparently I’ll do myself a disservice if I enter into the world of sales but my grandmother sent me this eye opener:
http://www.paulsadowski.com/birthday.asp
I am full of charm, cheerful, gifted, without egoism, likes to draw attention, loves life, motion, unrest and even complications, is both dependent and independent, good taste, artistic, passionate, emotional, good company, does not forgive.
Gotta love me.
Plus, my birth tree is Rowan, the Sensitivity. I thought I’d be more of a hickory, but, whatever.
Can you see my gifted nature. Ohh, you can! Even at this young age!
Ack! I am very disappointing at this blog thing. Here’s something.
Enjoy.
And do you like that comforter? Look for it in my trash can!
Defying explanation.
Defining excellence in time wasted. Or wasted time:
GOLD!
This blog has taken a decidedly damning turn away from it’s original purpose and let me tell you I won’t have it! Back to the reason — the only reason any of us are here!
The dog!
Here’s one of his two teeth. Enjoy.
Huzzah!
This has had . . . interesting reactions from people.
But what the hell:
Shamma lamma!
You know, with everything that is happening with John and Marlena and Kate and Roman I’d almost forgotten about these two!
I’m really worried about these crazy kids. I think we all remember how this girl "put out" after this fateful car ride:
I love the rockin’ hair. She looks so Mature.
And Slutty.
UPDATE: She did not put out! As of 8/17/05 Chelsea was about to “do it” with Max Brady, but when the show ended her flower was still intact! Keep holding out, Chelsea!
I love my Uncle Jerry. He’s all caps in my book . . . and I like how he an cross styles, levels of acceptability, known fashion borders and the whole kit n kaboodle.
Exhibit A:
Uncle Jerry! Where’d you get the funky fresh patrio-tico visor? Where’s you come across glasses that aren’t in the mold of your favorite CEO and capitalist Lee Iacocca?
You actually look as if you’ve finally astounded yourself.
The Cyril!
Watch out!
“Look at my truncated tail! Rrrowrr!!!!”
PS. Still hate cats.
I found all these great pictures of my classmates from elementary school. Some of my favorites are the class pictures where you get a nice memory jog and are really able to compare who was fashion forward, and who was fashion retarded.
Remember Sandy? Very fashion forward in the 5th grade. That hair cut is almost skater-ish, and stirrup pants with flats? Oh yeah, that should still be IN! And although the sweater is a touch Cosby it isn’t so bad. I mean, the sleeves are pulled up.
Ohh, but you know what is coming next . . . consider Nessa:
Oohhh, the big tongue on the tennies . . . the sock’s obvious elastic problem . . . the scruffy knees. And lord God rugby shirts won’t be in until high school! But, ladies and gentlemen, let’s all give a standing ovation to the cherry on the top. This is what I call the Bisexual Bowl Cut. Who didn’t have it? I’d blame Dorothy Hamill but her hair had a hint of graduation to the base of her hairline.
You can’t tell on John, but when that thing grows out . . . it ain’t pretty.