Archive for ‘Music & Art’

January 17, 2013

Resolutions

I don’t think I like resolutions.  I rarely make them, and I am pretty sure that if I have made one in the past, it didn’t last more than two weeks.  I am better at giving something up for Lent and I don’t even remember the last time a stepped foot in a church or prayed to sweet baby Jesus.  That being said, I am going to make a resolution this year.

Screw the healthy eating and more exercise crap.  I don’t need another year to tick by to tell me I need to cut back on the mini twix and wine.   I want a resolution that will bring me personal happiness and growth.

I hereby declare my 2013 resolution is to make stuff.  Yep…stuff.  I want to use my hands to paint, draw, and create.  I want to focus on being an artist this year.   Forget the computer and use actual pigment and ink!  I have been dying to hone my watercolor skills, so what is taking me so long?!

I am starting with one project a month.  There might be more, but one sounds about right for now.  What is your resolution?

Peace, love, art, and wine
Misty

 

 

 

September 28, 2012

Someone is a Winner!

Clever friends amuse and entertain you.  They also win you free tickets to see Bob Schneider just because they have a competitive desire to be the biggest smart-ass in the room.  Thanks, Ben!  My dream is to be as witty as you some day.  The husband and I will enjoy the show.

 

 

September 3, 2012

Bob Schneider and Cougars

The husband kind of has an affinity for cougars.  Or maybe they have an affinity for him.   Whatever it is, it keeps me entertained.  I should note these women are not the aggressive Capital Grille or Dragonfly cougars.  They are nice, older women in their 60s that happen to think the husband is adorable, so they engage him in conversation.  I plan to keep telling myself that, so I continue to find it entertaining.

On Friday evening, we had drinks at The Common Table and then saw Bob Schneider play at the Granada.  Both happened to be full of cougars that were flirting with my husband.  One woman walked up to him to tell him she liked the look he had going on and then gave him the once over with her eyes.  I was standing right next to him!  I can’t even remember what he was wearing. I even looked in the laundry basket to try and piece it together to share it with you, but I got nothing.  The drinks before the show might not have been the best idea after doing a juice detox all week…

While the husband was flirting with the old ladies, I was dancing and singing to every song Bob played.  I have lived in Dallas for 5 years, and this was my first Bob show.  *shame*  When he was playing Big Blue Sea, I was particularly enthusiastic.  I looked at the husband with a huge party on grin, and he just shook his head.  He then leaned over to tell me that Big Blue Sea is a song Bob plays for all the d-bags.  He should know.  Not because he is a d-bag, but because this is at least his 10th Bob show.  I just shrugged my shoulders to say whatever and continued dancing.  Big Blue Sea might be a d-bag song, but the entire audience sang and danced to every song Bob played that night.

That most definitely will not be my last Bob Schneider show.  I can also guarantee that there will be plenty more cougar encounters to document.  The husband needs to earn his keep!

June 13, 2012

The Original is Always Best

Do you like cover songs?  I’m still making my judgement.  I was getting my spin on at the gym tonight when I heard a cover song that sounded like bad karaoke.  Karaoke rarely sounds good, but this cover was really bad.  It was Rhiannon by Best Coast.  They chose a Fleetwood Mac song to cover!  Really…  Bad decision, Best Coast.  No one can complete with Stevie.  No one.

Of all the songs out there, I wonder why Best Coast chose a song that already gets overplayed and exploited like a Kardashian.  At least try to choose a song that doesn’t recall ear bleeding moments in a smoky bar, because I am pretty dang sure I have heard Fleetwood Mac in every karaoke experience of my life.  That and Journey.  Ugh…  Don’t even get me started on Journey.  A friend once told me Don’t Stop Believing is the white people’s national anthem.  He is right.  I immediately think of bouncing, screeching girls and fist pumps.

The original is always the best.

March 25, 2012

Burlesque, here I come!

I went to my first burlesque show this weekend.  I had been looking forward to it for months.  I think I was more excited than the husband.  Actually, I know I was more excited.  The possibility of tassels and seduction in one evening was almost too much to handle.

Of course I completely hyped the event in my head.  I really thought a Dita Von Teese look-alike would be making an appearance in my neighborhood theatre.  Before I start bashing, I should note that there were a few women that were very talented and quite sexy with the tiniest waists I have ever seen.  The rest looked like amateurs with routines and cellulite that should only be seen in the privacy of your own bedroom.  And your SO should only see it if you are comfortable with him assuming you are performing a comedy sketch.

Speaking of SOs, at one point I looked over at the husband and he was checking golf scores.  He even leaned over to tell me what Tiger shot.  I looked over again about 20 minutes later and he was eating cheetos and looking at myspace.  Yes, myspace.  And where the hell did the cheetos come from?  So much for the show getting him excited.

Now don’t get me wrong. I thoroughly enjoyed myself.  I would even pay to go again.  The husband said he would go too.  I think tassels are too tempting for him as well.    If nothing else, it is an amazing confidence boost.  I walked out of there feeling very good about my body.

March 7, 2012

Pretty Is as Pretty Does

I am really into printmaking at the moment; specifically handmade screen prints, hand pulled prints, and letterpress.  Not the crappy digital prints you get when you think you are ordering handmade prints online.

I have found a few badass artists on Etsy that are also very cheeky.  I love filling up my office walls with cheeky art.  It says what I should not say out loud.  The super cheeky stuff gets strategically placed over my shoulder so my web cam can pick up what I am really thinking.  Now I just need an arrow that flashes and points on demand.  This would be just in case I actually maintain a poker face for once.

My latest purchase is Pretty Is as Pretty Does by B.Haven.

 

February 26, 2012

Vancouver Photo Journal

December 27, 2011

Wedding Photos…Finally

It all came together better than I imagined with so many special touches that were just…us.  Our own vows, favorite flowers in mismatched vases, homebrew, dogs, custom shirts, vintage napkins, antique crystal and silver from family, babies, croquet, specialty cocktails, hitting golf balls into the lake (yes, golf in a wedding dress), wood fired pizza, our own playlist with our favorites, homemade photo booth, people we love and cherish.

It was a perfect day.  It was the best moment of my life.  (I stole that last sentence from my vows.)

Check out the photos on Pinterest.

http://pinterest.com/mistybrowning/our-wedding/  The not-so professional and/or appropriate photos are on facebook.

*Photography by Paul Go of PaulGoImages.com

 

December 9, 2011

Come Clean Friday

Last week I am came across a poster I really like, but I couldn’t buy it.  I didn’t know what it meant.  It said “I am going to blog the ish out of this.”  It was like I was your sweet, doe eyed grandma that laughs at jokes without understanding the punch line.  I didn’t know what ish meant, but I had a hunch it was funny as hell.  So I laughed and thought about adding it to my cart.

I read a blog this week and saw ish used in context.  I almost screamed eureka!  Ish means shit!  I knew it was funny.  Urban Dictionary then confirmed my assumption.  Keeping white girls everywhere current with street slang.

Find the poster from Yankee Hipster here: http://www.yankeehipster.com/site/buy/im-going-to-blog-the-ish-out-of-this/

 

 

November 18, 2011

Come Clean Friday

It is Come Clean Friday; my favorite day of the week.  Here it goes.

I listened to Good Vibrations by Marky Mark and the Funky Bunch at an ear piercing volume this morning.  I sang along, remembered almost every word, and recalled fond memories of early 90s Calvin Klein underwear ads.  ‘Nuf said.

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