Kick It Down

My Christmas tree is still up, folks.  

I've been playing with my new toy.

You can listen to some songs and download them for free!

Hudson Roar

I am going to record at a real studio when I have the time.

Later this month or early February I'm hoping.

In the meantime-  my makeshift kitchen MacBook Air Garageband studio it is!

I'm writing new songs. 

I don't want to sound all singer/songwriter-y.

I mean, I think I always will a little bit but I don't want that to be my "genre."

Sometimes I think I want to find people to play with me.

Other times I remember that everyone who has ever played in a band with me says I'm difficult.

I think I'm a little bossy sometimes.

Or all the times.

It's just that I don't like wasting time, I just want to get down to bizniz.

I'm currently figuring out how to set up to play these songs by myself with my computer, keyboard, and guitar.

I'm thinking my ukulele needs to make an appearance at some point.

Or maybe I'll just record all the parts myself and leave it at that.

No shows.

We'll see.

And hey, Haters.

I didn't get a new guitar for Christmas.

I posted a picture of my brother's new, awesome guitar and people thought I got a new Gretsch.

I can barely play the one I have.

So thank you for calling me a spoiled brat.

I am spoiled.

I'm not denying it or apologizing for it. 

I also appreciate everything I have and I'm more worried about being a kind human and a good friend than I am about the mean things you say about me.

I've been struggling with relationships lately.  Some of my friends have expressed their jealousy of my lifestyle and I guess I don't understand what the hell that means.  I'm 30 years old.  I'm not playing who has the better whatever with anyone.  I refuse to feel bad that I have a new car and, you know, whatever else it is that makes people mad that I have.  Husband, Jack and I try to enjoy our life everyday.  Husband works very, very hard everyday- it's 24/7 at his job- and on top of that, we are really, really lucky.  We go out occasionally but mostly like to stay home, play with toys, watch Thunder games, cook, watch kids movies, and hang out with a few close friends.  That's what happens when you have a kid, you guys.  We're tired all the time.  Dude, we have a mortgage, piles of laundry, busy schedules, and we're currently in the middle of a potty training crisis.  In no way do I think my life (life with a kid) is more important than anyone else's life (life without a kid.)  It's just different.  So realize that and quit treating me like I'm a stuck up asshole.  I'm not.  I've only ever tried to be kind, caring, and non-judgemental towards the people I love and admire.  Lately it seems I've been mistaken about other people's view of my friendship.  I'm always here when you have problems and jobs and boys and girls to cry about-  but you know-  I'm here when you aren't crying and sad too.  I clean up poopy Jack diapers, ok?  I'm not here to clean up everyone else's shit.  

Thanks for listening, guys.  The last thing I wish to say about this is-  I'm happy.  So be happy for me.  I won't be here for you forever, my sweets.  

I think I need to get out more and make some new friends.  

That reminds me-  Ashley, my dear -  we need to sign up for yoga!  (I'm thinking maybe if I put it out there, in publictheinternetwhatever, I won't back out of it.)  

I'll get back to making sweet music magic.

Have a lovely day and remember to be thankful and kind.

Because it's just nice.

♥ jp

baby trucker.

Jack dropped an F bomb at school on Tuesday.  Seriously, he did.  His friend said it first and Jack repeated it, his teachers said.  Later that day, he shouted the word over and over as we browsed the aisles of the grocery store.  Someone walks by, FBOMB!  He throws something out of the cart, FBOMB!

Holy crap what do I do?

I don't know either so I ignored it and changed the subject, asking him to help Mommy pick out a new kind of tea.  I mean, I'm no saint-  believe me.  Plenty of bad words have escaped this mouth but I assure you, I (mostly) kicked the habit back when I was pregnant, knowing full well it would take me until the baby was on the verge of talking to actually watch my language.

Sunday we took Jack to play at my BFF/rock'n'roll soulmate's house to play with her nieces.  The kids kicked a soccer ball around, drank capri suns, and performed dances to pop music for us.  The concrete patio transformed into a stage.  It was all very cute.  (Until Jack got a little too comfortable and started being rowdy again...)

This afternoon Jack told me his kitties weren't at home.  Oh Really?  I see.  Apparently "they went to Target to look at things."

I'm struggling with Halloween costumes, people.  Help me out.

♥ jp

TGIalmostF!

whales are like goldfish.

Jack misses Uncle Herby.  He carried this old picture of us around and fed him smarties and whales.

The weekend went by fast, didn't it?  I played model on Saturday while the boys went to the lake.  I have an upcoming post on the designer so don't forget to come back and check it out-  hopefully later this week.  Behind the camera is where I usually stay-  posing makes me uncomfortable most of the time-  but we shot on a gorgeous location, had mimosas, and I got to catch up with my girls and make new friends.  Lots of photos of the whole experience to come!

Husband and I went to dinner with his parents on Friday.  It was nice to have a meal with them without the baby there for a change.  Real conversation instead of us all trying to entertain him!  I was going to wear the outfit above but decided to wear a casual black tunic-y type t-shirt and nude heels.   It's too hot outside to get too dressy.

This is a shot of me at the last show I played.  We opened for Dick Dale and I had a lot of drama happen that night so that's why I didn't post anything about it.  I'm very happy to say-  all is perfect now.  I can hopefully be anxiety attack free for a while.  The people I play with are my family and we fight and pull hair just like you do with your siblings when you're 6 years old.  Musicians are a very specific breed and we're hard to deal with sometimes.  We're a little vain, we love attention, we're a little wild, and frequently have tunnel vision.  We fall down a lot, help each other up and become stronger than ever.  Sandy, Timmy, Benny-  I love you guys.  (no, i'm not drunk, this is for real talk.)

I wrote a new little tune last week and recorded it in a hurry so I wouldn't forget it.
Click HERE for a listen.

Did you notice I finally got around to building an about me page on the blog?  I swear I'll get around to my Tracy Anderson post.  I know more than 12 of you read this because I've had a lot more emails about the method than 12!
cheers to Monday.
♥ jp

little dream.

A friend brought these adorable cans of champagne to our cookout this weekend. I made lemon cupcakes and they were really good. Not as good as my sister-in-law's fruit tarts though! My favorite dessert ever.
Husband started feeling crappy on Saturday morning but powered through the party. Today he is the sickest I've ever seen him. I think he's got whatever the baby and I had a couple of weeks ago- it's miserable.

I found an umbrella for the outside table on sale at Atwood's for $25! They have green, blue, navy blue, white, black, tan and orange. I love stores that carry boots, umbrellas, cinnamon suckers, and baby chickens.
When Husband gets better, you should come over and kill a bottle of wine with me. Or vodka or whiskey or beer or whatever it is you drink because I probably have it.


Jack's been a very sweet boy this week. He's all about thank yous and pleases, he's been doing really well on the potty training front, and he's been helping me unload the dishwasher.




We ordered lunch from Thai Thai today. It was so cute inside and they're super friendly and the food is really good.

Below are the usual pics of me in a mirror. David doesn't like these. They are pretty stupid, I know this but I don't care.





Oh. Bulletproof Tiger has split. I am going one way and the boys are going another. They're going by Porch Mice now. I've started a thing called Jaguarettes. It's not country OR western. What else is there, you say? I start recording on Tuesday so you'll find out soon. I've posted a crappy recording here but stay tuned for real recordings.

♥ jp

Real Housewives of Oklahoma.

I wrote a real letter to an old friend today. A real letter on stationary with a matching envelope and everything. I used to write letters all the time but I don't have many friends who live far away anymore. Or they never wrote back so I quit sending them stuff. Receiving personal mail makes me so happy and I wish it happened more often.

Lately I've been missing some old friends. Or maybe the way my friends treated me before I got married, bought a house and had a baby. I love my friends, don't get me wrong. Sitting at home all the time and not being invited to dinner or drinks or movies when I'm actually free to go almost anytime sucks though. I was seriously on the phone the other day for 45 minutes and only said "yeah" and "uh huh" and "i understand." Maybe it's not you, it's me. Maybe I'm just not as fun to hang out with as I think I am.

Bitch and complain, bitch and complain. That's why I like blogging- if you don't want to hear it, don't read it. Maybe I'm in a bad mood because A.) it looks sunny and beautiful outside but it's really cold so I don't want to go out or B.) we're out of Diet Coke and all I want in life right now is a Diet Coke and Baby Jack is napping so I am stuck at home for another hour.
Aww man. This Baby Jack on a baby four wheeler makes me feel much better. Diet Coke, I don't need you anymore.
This is David jumping on the bed when we all went to see Broken Social Scene. He was just so excited. I wish Husband would have jumped on the bed with him. That would have been a better picture.


If ANYBODY is free to hang out this evening, Husband is going to play basketball so I'm free to do something. Dinner (at a baby friendly place) or a glass of wine on my back porch while baby plays or something? Ok. Maybe that's why nobody likes to hang out with me anymore= because everything must be baby friendly. Well, Baby Jack is way more fun to hang out with than you anyway. He doesn't bitch and complain about anything and he lets me talk too.

♥ jp

This Ol' Honky Tonk.

Today has been a great day. Baby Jack slept in so we slept in. Had brunch at Iguana Grill in OKC with my mom, brother, and sister-in-law for Husband's birthday. Afterwards, Husband, Jack and I went to Edmond to visit my grandma in her new place- she was moved to a nursing home. It was a pleasant place and she was in good spirits, playing with Jack and talking golf with Husband.
Up top- This is what I'm doing right this second. Sitting on the back porch, drinking a budweiser with ice, listening to Townes Van Zandt and Dwight Yoakam and painting my nails my favorite shade- OPI Koala Berry. Jack is playing in the yard with his four wheeler and his baby lawn mower and Husband is drinking beer and singing along to songs, rocking in his chair.
It's 77 degrees and the sun is setting over the giant hill in our back yard. This is Oklahoma so we're enjoying this weather now because it could very well blizzard or tornado tomorrow, no telling.
Baby Jack had a chocolate ice cream cone on the way home. Very messy.

Last weekend, Husband and our friend David went up to Tulsa to watch Broken Social Scene at the legendary Cain's Ballroom. I spent most of my high school weekends going to shows at Cain's. I've played there one time and it was awesome.
We hit up a mexican joint in our town called Cha Cha's before our journey.
Checked into our hotel in Tulsa and hung out at Caz's bar, a Tulsa favorite of mine and then Soundpony. Caught up with a few friends and headed next door to the show. It was awesome.

Last Tuesday was Husband's 29th birthday. We grilled out and I brought home cupcakes from Sugar.
Workout gear. It's easier to track my progress with pictures. I really don't get on the scale very often.
pink sweater, brown boots.

Baby Jack started "school" last week. 3 days a week for 5 hours each day. So far, he has been a good baby. I was so scared the first day, expecting a call about my kid biting or pinching another kid, but instead he was a number 10 on their "Happy Meter." Very good. And they're very impressed with this kid's style. Of course.


Friday we had a birthday party for Husband. It was fun and a little drunk. I made butter pecan cupcakes and a peanut butter thing that turned out pretty awesome.
I have a ton of great photos to upload from my real camera but it's just easier to upload pics from my phone. I know, I'm lazy. I'll get around to it.
The Oscars on on so I'm going inside to make dinner and hang out on the couch.

♥ jp