My mom and dad went to Destin and all they got me was this lousy sunset

As we gather our things and prepare to head north, let us take a moment to enjoy a captured memory courtesy of our new friend herb.

Aahhh.

Thanks herb.

One mile

"When you stop expecting people to be perfect, you can like them for who they are. And when you stop expecting material possessions to complete you, you'd be surprised at how much pleasure you get in material possessions. And when you stop expecting God to end all your troubles, you'd be surprised how much you like spending time with God."

-Donald Miller, A Million Miles in a Thousand Years: What I Learned While Editing My Life

Sitings

mister zippy?

The Aquatic Boogaloo

First Blood: Baby Gap

Pictured above is the unsuspecting fourteen-month-old after she was nursed back to serenity with a few ounces of milk, a cookie and two squeaking rubber sea mammals. Just moments earlier, while exploring the lower altitudes of a Gap retail outlet during a torrential downpour, the young lass had her left-hand index finger sliced wide by the jagged base of a blue jean rack.

Boo!

The olde freak-out daddy instincts took over and at the first sight of blood and her teeny tiny finger was in my mouth as i carried out the door. Cool, collected mommy followed close behind to bring us all back down to planet earth to address the wound practically and properly.

Yeah, mommy!

We live to fight another day. You will not take my family from me The Gap!

Aaaayyyy! Okay?

It's friday morning sometime between 7 and 8 o'clock. I'm steaming three different types of milk and pulling shots of espresso for five drinks at a time while cars continue stacking up in a line that seems to spill out onto emerson avenue. The whirring of blenders and griping over the freshness of day-old pastries threatens to break my concentration. Yet i am a rock. I delicately dance with a merciless beast which growls, screams and spews boiling hot liquids in my general direction. She does not tame easily. In fact, i'm quite certain that the tiniest careless move could rile the beast and the legions of barbarians who line up to taste of her torrid teet into an appocolyptic frenzy.

Suddenly, it was as if everything had turned soft-focus and a razor-sharp thread stiched with one haunting question had pulled right between my eyes. My stomach turned and i heard the words as i shouted them to anyone who would answer, "Did Henry Winkler die or was that just something i dreamed?"

"I don't know," was the only response i would receive.

"I don't know?"

"I... don't... know."

Sisters doin it for themselves

Olivia so generously shares Claire's goldfish and cheerio medley during their tuesday morning pajama playtime.

Sweet sweet Candy

While stretched out across my sofa due to unforeseen illness, the brilliance of john hughes kept me warm.

Pondering pumpkins

As of late, the weather has been less than agreeable in our attempts to visit the pumpkin patch. Last week, we got as far as breakfast at chick-fil-a before surrendering to the rain. As we watched the forecast for this week, it appeared rain would befall us again. However, nothing was gonna stop us from braving the weather this time around. We would beat the rain. When dark clouds threatened, we would retaliate with thunderous persistence in our pursuit for the perfect pumpkin.

Then daddy got sick.

We never counted on chilled bones and a fever of one hundred degrees to sideline one of us from our impending conquests, but that's exactly what happened. So while the jane gals headed south to apple works with the hyman clan, daddy drifted in and out of consciousness between episodes of 'good times' and 'matlock'. Thankfully, mommy took some lovely shots of the little one so that daddy could imagine he was part of the excursion. Olivia seemed to enjoy her romp through the pumpkin patch much more than last year.

Fork solo!

Cyber 45 #1

In the grande olde tradition of the double-sided 45 rpm record, The Mustard Room will be making available unreleased songs from the joel rockey songbook via digital download. Each zip file will include two sonic nuggets in the mp3 format along with a full color digital label and information about each song.

THROUGH & THROUGH b/w HOME - Now available

EXCLAMATION OF THE WEEK!

Good Night!

Oranje Moon

Recently, the misses has picked up a few gigs subbing for some old friends. This has left miss olivia and myself home alone to embark on various creative endeavors together. One of those projects of which i am most proud is a video we created for a new song recording. The song is titled, 'orange moon'.

Role film.

Story telling 101

"Nobody cries at the end of a movie about a guy who wants a Volvo."

-Donald Miller, A Million Miles in a Thousand Years: What I Learned While Editing My Life

Next stop: oven mitts

Golly, it was already like a week ago. However, i thought it would be prudent to mention the rad time we had at the Harrison Center over the weekend. Along with plenty of old friends and a few new ones, vintage songbird and the mustard room set up shoppe at the autumn INDIEana handicraft exchange.

If you came out… thanks!

If you bought stuff… thanks a bunch!

If you traded with us… mmm… tasty!

If you missed it, keep your eyes on the prize. It’ll be back around come spring time. In the meantime, there’s plenty of screen printed goodness left for you to get your grubby mitts on.

Peace.

Future artifacts

Miranda, nelson, chris, amy and joy had the opportunity of serving as volunteers at the dave ramsey total money makeover live event tonight.

While home watching olivia, nelson sent me these photos taken with his state-of-the-art blackberry camera.

The future is now kids.

I'm pretty convinced that this one's a cardboard cutout.