Hi, Happy July.

Today is Mom’s birthday. Everyone say, “Happy Birthday Jane Mom!” She likes to be called Tigger. In fact, she’s entirely obsessed with all things Tigger. She’s funny like that.

Yesterday was our dear Logen’s birthday. She’ll accept late birthday wishes, I’m sure.

Tuesday is our own kerbey’s birthday. Start planning now to lavish love upon her.

Sean (you know, Easter-Egg-Coloring-Contest-solo-entrant-and-subsequent-winner-so-we-love-him-desperately Sean) sent TD a fabulous package. We’ve planned to take pictures exhibiting the goodness, but like all good things, TD is procrastinating again. It’s endearing, right? Good. So.
We’ll post photos of Sean’s package as soon as we can find the time.

That was funny, wasn’t it?

I keep finding all these notes I made during the past month to post about but never found the time. Maybe I’ll post them all in a series of installments.
Actually I just wanted to use the phrase “series of installments.” I feel like Paul Harvey that way. You can all henceforth call me Paula. Paula Harvey.

Let’s get serious. The new album from The Rocket Summer is “Do You Feel” and it’s gracing us with its presence on the seventeenth. You can pre-order it and now get something autographed and free. I already placed my order. I suggest you do the same.
(Those of you here looking for the torrent are not only looking in the wrong place, but you’re also looking in vain. It’s not up yet.)

Oh oh. Here’s something from the notes: Chris Cornell’s recent solo album SUCKS. Like, hardcore suckage. Don’t waste your time.

The new Ryan Adams is good, but–well, it’s good. I really think he lost the edge he once had, say with Gold or Heartbreaker. I’m sad about that.

And now a short rant: guys who carry their keys on carabiners hanging from their belt loops annoy the hell out of me. Seriously. That jingle-jangle janitor sound going on? Not sexy. Not punk. Not cool.
That goes for girls too. For shame, girls. For shame.

Holy crap. Facebook just did a little red-underline-like-Microsoft-Word on my wall comment. Weird.

So the Sopranos series finale was a couple weeks ago. (Again with the things from the notes that I’m way behind on now.) Without giving away anything, can someone reassure me that I’m not the only one entirely dissatisfied?

Um. This is getting long again. I’m done for now. I’ll tell you more later.

Peace, love, and knowing the rest of the story.