other peoples stuff…

Nashville was so fucking cool. A blur of country music, tassels, old friends and fab southern food. So yeah, I’ve been MIA for the last few days in the blogging department. I have blisters on my blisters – but I’m not ready to take my cowboy boots off just yet. They’re the only thing I own that I can still fit into. But the biscuits and gravy were worth it. Trust me.

If you go ahead and ‘like’ the Rhythm & Roots Facebook page, you’ll get to see what we’re up to as we crisscross our way across America. especially when I’m unable to blog on this page due food induced comas

To make up for my laziness, and the fact that I’ve written fuck-all for a while – allow me to steal other people’s shit share some other stuff I’ve been checking out…

Bonnie Raitt has a new album out, I bought it and have been loving it all week. She just gets better and better. She actually makes being a ranga look cool.

Being a parent can be hard. Especially when you have to make shitty-grown-up decisions. My friend Brittany & her husband had a tough call to make, and they fucking nailed it.

I’ve been singing this song for the last few days. So no prizes for guessing where I’m headed to this week.

While we’re on the subject of great songs, I posted this one a while back from an amazing Aussie singer/songwriter, Tamara Stewart. Well, she’s just started work on her new album – and if you want to (you know you do) you can help be a part of it.

I downloaded this book by one of the best bloggers out there. She’s totally nuts, with talent to burn. If I had a sister, I’d want it to be her. Her blog is never not brilliant.

Apparently, nearly half of this year’s UK Tour is sold out already. The fuck? How’s THAT for some crazy shizz? Pommy love!

Dad got a new jacket and refuses to take it off. He’s in love with it. And I’m totally OK with him leaving it to my brother in the will.

And finally, THIS, is seriously the funniest thing I have seen in a LONG time. So clever. To say I fucking LOVE it, wouldn’t begin to cover it. Check it out, and I dare you to not laugh your arse off.

I’ll be back to my regular ramblings soon.
You guys should really try and make the most of the silence.

 

 

all part of a balanced breakfast

Yesterday I got to catch up with a great friend of mine from high school

Fiona now lives here in New Zealand and runs a very successful novelty cookies & cake company

She made these hip Simpson cookies on a stick, for Macaroni & Magoo

That I’m not sure if I’m allowed to take these back into the U.S.

So I should probably eat them, just to be on the safe side

She also brought this with her

A cake of ME – that she made from scratch, less than an hour before she came to meet me

I’m like, dude – that shit would take me all day to make

WITH a packet mix

4 glasses of wine

And it STILL wouldn’t be edible

She said the chocolate cake filling is low fat

But the icing will get you a year stint at Jenny Craig

Bet you’ll never guess what I’m having for brekky?

 

If you live in the Tauranga area,  and you like delicious homemade yummies – go to Funky Cookies & Cakes

(She also couriers her fabbo treats anywhere in the North Island of NZ)

 

 

 

get your motor running

I don’t even care if this is true – it made me laugh my box off all day

January 07, 2010 -Johnstown, PA – Local and state police scoured the hills outside rural Johnstown, Pennsylvania, after reports of three animal rights activists going missing after attempting to protest the wearing of leather at a large motorcycle gang rally this weekend. Two others, previously reported missing, were discovered by fast food workers “duct taped inside several fast food restaurant dumpsters,” according to police officials.

“Something just went wrong,” said a still visibly shaken organizer of the protest.”Something just went horribly, horribly, wrong.”

The organizer said a group of concerned animal rights activist groups,”growing tired of throwing fake blood and shouting profanities at older women wearing leather or fur coats,” decided to protest the annual motorcycle club event “in a hope to show them our outrage at their wanton use of leather in their clothing and motor bike seats.””In fact,” said the organizer,”motorcycle gangs are one of the biggest abusers of wearing leather, and we decided it was high time that we let them know that we disagree with them using it…ergo, they should stop.”

According to witnesses, protesters arrived at the event in a vintage 1960’s era Volkswagen van and began to pelt the gang members with balloons filled with red colored water, simulating blood, and shouting “you’re murderers” to passers by. This, evidently, is when the brouhaha began.

“They peed on me!!!” charged one activist.”They grabbed me, said I looked like I was French, started calling me `La Trene’, and duct taped me to a tree so they could pee on me all day!”

“I…I was trying to show my outrage at a man with a heavy leather jacket, and he…he didn’t even care. I called him a murderer, and all he said was,`You can’t prove that.’ Next thing I know he forced me to ride on the back of his motorcycle all day, and would not let me off, because his girl friend was out of town and I was almost a woman.”

Still others claimed they were forced to eat hamburgers and hot dogs under duress. Those who resisted were allegedly held down while several bikers “farted on their heads.”

Police officials declined comments on any leads or arrests due to the ongoing nature of the investigation, however, organizers for the motorcycle club rally expressed “surprise” at the allegations.

“That’s preposterous,” said one high-ranking member of the biker organizing committee.”We were having a party, and these people showed up and were very rude to us. They threw things at us, called us names, and tried to ruin the entire event. So, what did we do? We invited them to the party! What could be more friendly than that? You know, just because we are all members of motorcycle clubs does not mean we do not care about inclusiveness. Personally, I think it shows a lack of character for them to be saying such nasty things about us after we bent over backwards to make them feel welcome.”

When confronted with the allegations of force-feeding the activists meat, using them as ad hoc latrines, leaving them incapacitated in fast food restaurant dumpsters, and `farting on their heads,’ the organizer declined to comment in detail.”That’s just our secret handshake,” assured the organizer.

From 140mph.ning.com

Who knew Bikers were such funny fuckers?

I think I might just want to be one when I grow up

Got my outfit ready & I’m raring to GO BABY!