Vanilla Bean Noel

My hands smell like delicious sugar cookies. And I have Bath and Body Works and their Vanilla Bean Noel soap to thank for that. I'm going to try not to devour my hands off my wrists.




Yum.

Rocking Out Since 1956

I have driven past Dearborn Music numerous times, but until a couple of days ago, I never had the time to go in and wander around. Now that I've been properly introduced to this wonderful establishment, I feel like a smitten little school girl. You know the feeling you get when you've met a wonderful guy or gal and you keep daydreaming about them wondering when the next time you'll see them will be? That's how I feel about this store.

I've also become a fan of vinyl records. The entire time I was in the store, I was mesmerized by the rows upon rows of vinyl they had. I mean, the CDs and music memorabilia and gift items were awesome, too, but they had a lot of vinyl records.

I don't have a turntable/vinyl record player yet, but I am planning on purchasing one in the near future.

Whether your passion is vinyl, or if you like music of any kind, you should check this store out.





"You may start elsewhere, but you'll always end up at Dearborn Music."


http://www.dearbornmusic.com/

http://www.myspace.com/dearbornmusicsince1956

Love is Not All

This is my favorite poem of all time. It sums up everything I want someone to feel about me and say to me. It's beautiful. It's real. It's perfect.




Love is Not All by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Love is not all: It is not meat nor drink
Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain,
Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink
and rise and sink and rise and sink again.
Love cannot fill the thickened lung with breath
Nor clean the blood, nor set the fractured bone;
Yet many a man is making friends with death
even as I speak, for lack of love alone.
It well may be that in a difficult hour,
pinned down by pain and moaning for release
or nagged by want past resolution's power,
I might be driven to sell your love for peace,
Or trade the memory of this night for food.
It may well be. I do not think I would.

Constant Comment

I've been sick the past couple of days--the usual sore throat and stuffy nose. I've been drinking Constant Comment tea to help soothe my scratchy throat, and it has helped quite a bit. Not only that, I have been enjoying the delicious flavor. According to Bigelow Constant Comment's website, the tea is made from orange rinds and sweet spices.







I would also like to give a shoutout to my good friends Kleenex tissues and Tylenol cold medicine.

Mmm, Brians!

I recently made an outstanding purchase at the local bookstore--Zombie Haiku by Ryan Mecum.



It's witty and funny and creative. I'm a fan. Check out the video promoting the book:



You can find this video clip and other cool stuff on the book's website: http://www.zombiehaiku.com/



Ever since, I have been trying to write some of my own zombie haiku poetry. Here are a couple of my own:


Eating peoples’ brains
instead of cookies and milk,
Santa’s a zombie.

So delectable.
Tasty and full of texture.
Mmm, brains. Nom, nom, nom.

People tend to say
beauty is only skin deep.
I like your insides.

Pearls Before Swine

I found this comic strip years ago. I found it so humorous, partially because it's so realistic and correct, that I have been saving it ever since.

It annoyed me that I couldn't find this particular comic strip in Pearls Before Swine's online archive. I broke down, stopped being lazy, and took the time to scan it in. I'm happy I did, because now I'll have a digital copy even when the real one fades away.