Well Miss Krissy, it’s a good thing that you have “so muchroom for a mushroom” because I’ll be mailing you a hand-painted, fifteen pound concrete phallus later today. Just for good measure, I had everyone (Mom, Dad, Rocco, Thom, and Lucy) give the cap a little lick before I nestled Flournoy atop his bed of packing peanuts and styrofoam. Please email me your mailing address so Flournoy can enjoy spring in his new home. I expect pictures of him nestled betwixt some ball-like vegetation, damnit.
(Erin, you should know that Dad thought you should have won for your inspired comment, despite the random drawing selection process. If I had a consolation ‘shroom, it would be yours.)
Now here’s a little insight into my morning. Imagine trying to follow this conversation with a wicked case of allergies, a leaking uterus, and totally devoid of caffeine:
Me: How about we just call these chocolate chip cookies breakfast?
Dad: You know something? Life, originality, creativity…all happen at edges and boundaries. Look at the lake, life is where it interfaces, where it edges, along the surface. Look at chaos, self organizing systems.
Rocco: Look at Einsten.
Mom: I definitely get stupider with age.
Dad: Look at any system, you analyze it at the edges because that’s where the axis crosses. If you’re out in the middle of the field, you have no frame of reference.
Me: So is that a yes on the cookies?
Seriously? These are the profound insights that Dad just whips out in the middle of the most mundane conversation imaginable. This from the man that utilized x and y variables when I asked for help with my third grade math homework, the man that built our first home computer from a kit, the man that builds operating systems in German just for a little extra challenge.
You can’t spring that kind of insight on a gal before 10am! Now BOTH my brain and uterus are oozing. Good thing I’m not writing on weekends as this noggin is plum out of steam.
Since Mom and I are both feeling a bit “stupider” today (and I suspect some of you riot grrls might also be worn out from a long week), I offer you this little musical gem from the man that made my mom a supporter of interracial marriage. I can’t count the number of times I heard her sigh, “He makes my ovaries ache,” when we’d listen to his records.
Congrats, Krissy, you lucky girl!
.-= Debra She Who Seeks´s last blog ..Last Day to Enter! =-.
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What the shit…I leave for a little while and you talk about leaky girly bits. Hi, I’m back…miss me?
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My leaky girl bits missed you. Ew.
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I would tell you dad that if you are out in the field it does not necessarily mean you have no frame of reference. In fact, you have just entered into a realm of millions of possibilities because not having a frame of reference only means you can make your own frame of reference and add unicorns and glitter out in the middle of the field.
Hey, I am writing my thesis so what can I say and my thesis is about framing unicorns and adding glitter in the middle of the field.
.-= Virginia´s last blog ..Its Hump Day for some, It will be an evening in an arena full of hot men for me. =-.
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I would like to read your thesis…or at least look at the glittery visual aids you plan on using with your thesis. I heart glitter.
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P.S.
I think my brain is leaking.
.-= Virginia´s last blog ..Its Hump Day for some, It will be an evening in an arena full of hot men for me. =-.
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Yay Krissy!!
Maybe it’s a good thing I didn’t win. If I brought home another fungus my husband might start to think he wasn’t enough for me.
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Love your fungus, but don’t LOVE your fungus.
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this is hard for me to say… but you just described every breakfast with my parents. why? WHY WHY WHY? its like monty python jarred up with metaphysics.
.-= Ry Sal´s last blog ..This is just plain silly. =-.
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We are the Lonon’s who say Ni!
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I want your parents to come visit me. I think the mix of conversation at that breakfast table would be mind boggling. On second thought, can we make it dinner? I’m not my best at breakfast either…
Nothing like a good ovary ache.
♥Spot
PS- and Mepsipax is back!!!
.-= Spot´s last blog ..Eek! More Aliens! =-.
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Your son and my dad in tandem would make my brain hemorrhage.
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Being one of the more “prudish” Middleton’s, I much prefer aching ovaries to “God! The mountains make me horny!”
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Yipes! Was that one of our relatives?
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Did I seriously miss out on the opportunity to win something phallic? Motherfuck!
.-= Miss Spoken´s last blog ..Fun With Over the Counter Medications! =-.
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I suspect your mushrooms will begin looking less like mushrooms and more like phallusses/phalli/whatever-you-call-more-than-one-phallus. And I’m thinking . . . time to start an Etsy shop!
.-= Andrea´s last blog .."Sweet Child O’ Mine" =-.
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I tried…sigh. I think we might have to work in a phallus making craft-break at Blogher.
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I am stuck on Harry’s striped pants at the beginning of the video montage. I must have them.
.-= A Vapid Blonde´s last blog ..I Have Sweaty Palms, And No It’s Not For Any Sexy Reasons =-.
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Guess I will just have to make my own fungus. Congrats Krissy!! Enjoy your shroom girl!!
Meps was gone??? Huh, who knew….
.-= Wicked Shawn´s last blog ..Wicked Girls Would, Would You? =-.
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your Dad is an inspiration and I can’t wait to start quoting your Mum on the aching ovaries :0)
.-= Eternally Distracted´s last blog ..I was trying to be quiet, I swear… =-.
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As we are all heartbroken to not have won your ‘shroom, I think these giveaways should be a regular event. You’re not going to stop making art, are you? More contests! Contests with non-random prize-giving that I can cheat to win!
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