The Strange Happenings of Little Rock, Ar.

Fifteen minutes of trekking around the nearly vacant downtown of Little Rock in search of coffee, Biceps and I witnessed several peculiar occurrences.
We had no idea that this southern town would offer a plethora of bizarre events-to be shared with the generations to come.

This, my dear readers, is a bird sticking its fluffy little body out of a small opening in the surface of a storefront. He and many of his friends, live in these holes.
Why are the holes there? One can only speculate.

That “stuff” below the bird is, yes, bird dookie. Apparently, it’s better to live up top than down below.

I think he’s pretty proud of himself and his positioning in life. There’s nothing more irritating than a proud bird.
Moving on…there is much more freakishness to see.

Is this possible by human efforts or has some mythological creature paid the trunk of this car a visit?
Could it have been subject to an anvil dropped by a road runner?
One can only speculate once more.

Stop me if you’ve heard this one:
A box truck drives into a lot. There’s this lonely sign in the lot that says to the box truck, ‘Hey, park really, really close to me. I’m lonely.’

But when the box tried to leave the parking lot, the lonely sign couldn’t bear the thought of being by himself again and he grabbed onto the box truck for dear life.

So, the moral of the story is, never listen to talking signs.
And always take your camera with you when you go to Little Rock.

Victory for the North!

On a recent trip to the northern tundra of Minneapolis-Biceps, his mother and I-went window shopping.
We came across a store named, ‘Victory’, that changed our lives. Well, at least Biceps’ life.
Because of ‘Victory’, he will actually consider the color blue in a decorating sense. And mustard gold.
And for that, I am forever thankful.

The owner, Kerry Ciardelli, and I must have been separated at birth. She knows everything that makes my little heart skip a beat.

Every corner held a new delight to study…and then study again, because I had missed something.

I will take all of these, please. Geoffrey-please pack these up and send them to the car.

The portraits, the zebra head, the gold mirror-I cannot believe a woman that I have never met knows my style, oh so well.
I love everything about this place.

My eyes surveyed the exquisite fabrics, the white porcelain coral, the hand-made journals and thank you notes, and I realized that I had gone to my happy place.
I was overwhelmed and didn’t want to ever leave. Except for that nagging feeling of needing coffee. So, that motivated me a bit to quit loitering…

The store and its owner knows nothing about me or the fact that I am blogging about them. If you are in the Linden Hills neighborhood of Minneapolis, you should stop by. But don’t tell them that I told you to do so. That won’t get you anywhere.

Naughty Biceps

He may look innocent enough. But underneath that sweet exterior is a man fraught with all sorts of naughtiness. At a recent festival, Bicep’s naughtiness got the best of him.

And, Biceps got into trouble. Real trouble.

The show was at midday with all sorts of promise. The best thing about a midday show is the ability to photograph the band well lit.

Another bonus to a midday show is the ability to go to bed at a decent hour and not have slumber party stomach the entire next day.

But, I digress. I wanted to tell you about Biceps’ naughtiness. See the back of this lady’s head who is sitting side stage, far right in the picture?

All heck is about to break loose.

Biceps precariously climbed up onto these speakers for a dramatic emphasis during the set.
There’s a man in the back of the shot with wispy hair, and he is rather concerned and alerts side-stage lady .

Oblivious, Biceps rocks on.
Until the side stage lady weaves her way past the drummer-during the song-points her finger at Biceps and tells him to get down. Tisk, tisk!

Naughty Biceps…I don’t think he was very happy about being chastised by a mother figure during his cool guy rock and roll show.
But, we laugh about it now. Or at least I do.

The Dam Tour

I will stop my juvenile humor with the title. Biceps and I had a day off in Las Vegas during a long tour.
We got a wild hair and did something we never did. We skipped our work out and spent money unnecessarily.
After renting a fancy blue Mustang, we packed a lunch, put the top down and headed out into the desert.

For miles, we gazed upon the beautiful desert landscape interrupted by the turquoise water of the Las Vegas Bay.

We took the scenic route down Lakeshore Road, cranking up the tunes and basically being that dorky couple you giggle at when you drive by.

There is a precious scene in the movie ‘Fools Rush In’ (don’t judge) that centers around the Hoover Dam.
The leading character, Alex, is standing in the rain, professing his love to the woman he is supposed to be with, Isabel, and it just melts your heart.
Poor Biceps heard this more than once as we approached our destination and was grateful once we had arrived.

I think it’s the second tower from the left that this particular scene happens.
If you haven’t seen the movie, I suggest you watch it with your girlfriends while eating chocolate and drinking red wine. Or bribe your husband by acquiescing to watching ‘Rambo, First Blood’ the next go around.

This is my view as I stand close to the above mentioned spot. My picnic lunch was reminding me that I do not favor heights.

I focused on the turquoise water, rather than the 700 foot possible drop, and my barfing reflex began to subside.
After walking around, on and anywhere we were allowed to go that was the Hoover Dam; we hopped back in the ‘Stang to enjoy more desert scenery and more sweet tunes on our way back to our Vegas hotel.

But, not before seeing this.
It was shameful. But funny. Naughty. But hilarious.
I was very torn about what to feel. So, I laughed and wondered what I would look like on a giant billboard with a drawn on mustache. It would not be a pretty sight, let me tell you.
It might look something like…

…this. And that is the disturbing image that I will leave you with today.