tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67378826042877601332024-03-14T00:35:15.437-05:00the frances and judy showtwo thick as thieves talk show hosts fighting convention...one sparkly cupcake at a time.judithe & francinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04615927690509611541noreply@blogger.comBlogger693125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6737882604287760133.post-44174319442088556592008-10-15T22:23:00.003-05:002008-10-15T22:27:25.075-05:00Sail Away with Me.<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sITTpZrlHK0/SPa0YMLLz2I/AAAAAAAAC_U/ci85sXaUhfQ/s1600-h/2,5.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sITTpZrlHK0/SPa0YMLLz2I/AAAAAAAAC_U/ci85sXaUhfQ/s320/2,5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257587942679629666" /></a><br /><br />Hey y'all. <br /><br />Frances has relocated.<br /><br />Come hangout.<br /><br />Here: <a href="http://francesinchicago.blogspot.com">francesinchicago.blogspot.com</a>judithe & francinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04615927690509611541noreply@blogger.com185tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6737882604287760133.post-52202945155723852372008-07-31T17:31:00.003-05:002008-07-31T17:37:56.615-05:00Announcement.<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sITTpZrlHK0/SJI9crg-olI/AAAAAAAAC-8/aaxWA9dNEm4/s1600-h/1.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sITTpZrlHK0/SJI9crg-olI/AAAAAAAAC-8/aaxWA9dNEm4/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229309680257245778" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sITTpZrlHK0/SJI9aMyMm5I/AAAAAAAAC-0/mY2YGQU59QY/s1600-h/2"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sITTpZrlHK0/SJI9aMyMm5I/AAAAAAAAC-0/mY2YGQU59QY/s400/2" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229309637648227218" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sITTpZrlHK0/SJI9X2e3LZI/AAAAAAAAC-s/9DbnO6IKedU/s1600-h/3.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sITTpZrlHK0/SJI9X2e3LZI/AAAAAAAAC-s/9DbnO6IKedU/s400/3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229309597301812626" /></a><br /><br />hello friends.<br /><br />today we'd like to formally announce our departure for our sabbatical in decatur, illinios.<br /><br />why decatur?<br /><br />why not decatur. it's the cornfield capital of the world. we love corn. and fields.<br /><br />from there, we plan on hopping on the media circuit through the quad cities, ending in in minnetonka, mn. naturally.<br /><br />we'll be back.<br /><br />we were never really gone.<br /><br />love you,<br /><br />f & jjudithe & francinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04615927690509611541noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6737882604287760133.post-4262370167713309582008-06-27T09:31:00.001-05:002008-06-27T09:34:15.894-05:00It's Fridaaaay, Bitches<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cebeaatVcGY&hl=en"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cebeaatVcGY&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />happy Friday all you pyt’s.<br />if you are down in the dumpster,<br />listen to the song and let it make<br />you feel cool. cool like debbie<br />harry cool. cool like Sofia. <br />cool like wes’s brain and the<br />rodarte girls. if you are high <br />on life, remember a bird could <br />poop on your head. like it did <br />us. monday afternoon.<br /><br />keep it real, keep it calm.<br />keep it strong and keep it cool. <br /><br />*fjudithe & francinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04615927690509611541noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6737882604287760133.post-76576984908824807312008-06-26T09:13:00.007-05:002008-06-26T09:20:20.506-05:00We Would<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sITTpZrlHK0/SGOkIrlwrpI/AAAAAAAAC-Y/N_sro3S3Jsc/s1600-h/chloe"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sITTpZrlHK0/SGOkIrlwrpI/AAAAAAAAC-Y/N_sro3S3Jsc/s400/chloe" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216193262472179346" /></a><br /><br />Something about the structure of these Chloe heels reminds us of a toilet bowl or something bathroom-related. Yet, we would SO wear them. Think denim shorts, messy hair, white flowy shirt, or maybe just white shirtdress. Mmmmmm.....clothes crush daydream annnnd <a href="http://www.net-a-porter.com/product/30946">they're on sale</a>!<br /><br />*fjudithe & francinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04615927690509611541noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6737882604287760133.post-76511236621603953132008-06-26T08:38:00.001-05:002008-06-26T08:39:42.444-05:00WHOA<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sITTpZrlHK0/SGOb03W3uCI/AAAAAAAAC-Q/AqZjaEufgbg/s1600-h/joshjackson"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sITTpZrlHK0/SGOb03W3uCI/AAAAAAAAC-Q/AqZjaEufgbg/s400/joshjackson" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216184125940545570" /></a><br /><br />boner (us, not him).<br /><br />*f & jjudithe & francinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04615927690509611541noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6737882604287760133.post-65266044359185011082008-06-24T08:39:00.005-05:002008-06-24T08:46:53.037-05:00Wait, We Want These Too<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sITTpZrlHK0/SGD5bKdTAbI/AAAAAAAAC-I/T1ab7-iBawU/s1600-h/want7.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sITTpZrlHK0/SGD5bKdTAbI/AAAAAAAAC-I/T1ab7-iBawU/s400/want7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215442613554053554" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.louisvuitton.com">bag love</a><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sITTpZrlHK0/SGD5SLKYT9I/AAAAAAAAC-A/NFvJCTqM_h8/s1600-h/want4"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sITTpZrlHK0/SGD5SLKYT9I/AAAAAAAAC-A/NFvJCTqM_h8/s400/want4" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215442459124322258" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.winknyc.com">hat love</a><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sITTpZrlHK0/SGD5JPGWhbI/AAAAAAAAC94/o9TtaVVPnvY/s1600-h/want6.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sITTpZrlHK0/SGD5JPGWhbI/AAAAAAAAC94/o9TtaVVPnvY/s400/want6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215442305562346930" /></a><br /><a href="http://theclothes.blogspot.com/2008/03/ottokonohito-wa-host-mitai.html?showComment=1204532760000">blog love</a><br /><br />*fjudithe & francinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04615927690509611541noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6737882604287760133.post-64407197819485762332008-06-23T12:11:00.002-05:002008-06-23T12:56:39.214-05:00Love & Memories<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sITTpZrlHK0/SF_ZOqWkaXI/AAAAAAAAC9w/uKvvjF8Y0rc/s1600-h/oren.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sITTpZrlHK0/SF_ZOqWkaXI/AAAAAAAAC9w/uKvvjF8Y0rc/s400/oren.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215125739428669810" /></a><br /><br />Why do some songs pull on your heartstrings? Why do some songs resonate in the deepest part of your gut? They ignite flashes of memories in your brain. You remember the first time you fell off your bike. Hit your head (you were wearing a helmet) and scratched up both knees (two giant strawberries). The first time you cried over those sharp pains in your heart (you really loved him, how could you live without him??). Hugs at the visitation (why am I consoling other people? you thought). Blink of the eye lucid images appear. Your mom’s laugh. Your friends at the beach. Your visceral reaction toward tragedy: 9/11, shootings, Katrina, tsunamis, tornadoes, warfare…bursts of color. Red hues. Black smoke. Blue skies.<br /><br />Maybe you can relate, maybe you can’t. <br /><br />For us, music has always been profoundly personal, private, shared and deeply loved. It began with a summer of Kurt Cobain fascination (an entire summer of music video watching: Soundgarden, Blind Melon, even Snoop and Dre). Inspired crushes with each verse, notably “She Loves You” by the Beatles per a grade school chorus concert solo. Our heart soared and lept. We might have even wept a little. <br /><br />We clung to DMB in high school, just like our friends. We wore only clothes from Express. Just like our friends. We secretly adored Ani, unlike most of our friends. We secretly wanted to go to art school, unlike our friends. We wore mostly black for a while, our math teacher (Algebra III, don’t ask) pegging us the “Princess of Darkness.” Rebel phase. We progressed and developed devotional crushes on classic rock. Van Morrison. The Stones. John Hiatt. The Doors. Bonded with Rick Springfield, Joan Jett, Bob Marley, Zeppelin, and Cougar Mellencamp at all our local college bars. Bonded with them more than a few of our college crushes? Definitely. Seeing as this relationship lasted longer than the inevitable 2 am last call.<br /><br />Now? We breeze through hip-hop, jazz, sultry soul, and mellow indie rockers. Music ignites us, always excites us. And we love, <a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendID=99738779">love this song by Oren Lavie</a>. It’s a LOT Badly Drawn Boy. A little Postal Service. A little Nick Drake. A little Hellogoodbye. A little John Mayer-ish with deeper, more poetic lyrics. It’s a resonator and definite stimulator. Lovestring-tugger and heartfelt melodic dreamweaver.judithe & francinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04615927690509611541noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6737882604287760133.post-3921172882164589492008-06-23T10:58:00.006-05:002008-06-23T11:06:25.100-05:00Things We Want Right Now<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sITTpZrlHK0/SF_JmExiXLI/AAAAAAAAC9o/GhKJh_MEBcg/s1600-h/want3.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sITTpZrlHK0/SF_JmExiXLI/AAAAAAAAC9o/GhKJh_MEBcg/s400/want3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215108549472050354" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.americanapparel.com">hot one piece</a>. yep, we're done with bikinis (for now).<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sITTpZrlHK0/SF_JMdi1MnI/AAAAAAAAC9g/pu5YJp8TY0U/s1600-h/want.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sITTpZrlHK0/SF_JMdi1MnI/AAAAAAAAC9g/pu5YJp8TY0U/s400/want.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215108109444657778" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.rayban.com">cat-shaped wayfarers</a><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sITTpZrlHK0/SF_JEgjdHlI/AAAAAAAAC9Y/ApYQbXtQCaM/s1600-h/want"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sITTpZrlHK0/SF_JEgjdHlI/AAAAAAAAC9Y/ApYQbXtQCaM/s400/want" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215107972813626962" /></a><br />lovely <a href="http://www.jcrew.com">j.crew</a> dress<br /><br />*f & jjudithe & francinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04615927690509611541noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6737882604287760133.post-59085340187640075332008-06-23T09:54:00.002-05:002008-06-23T09:56:34.646-05:00Jason & Colbie Foreva<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vc_RIRCAF_w&hl=en"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vc_RIRCAF_w&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Are you:<br /><br />*heartbroken?<br />*in love?<br />*wistful? lustful? dreamful? romantic?<br /><br />you'll love this song.<br /><br />*f & jjudithe & francinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04615927690509611541noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6737882604287760133.post-51511427684254583052008-06-23T09:37:00.003-05:002008-06-23T09:43:07.705-05:00Hot Karl<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sITTpZrlHK0/SF-1RhkbpnI/AAAAAAAAC9Q/-CbidGfIbEU/s1600-h/karl"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sITTpZrlHK0/SF-1RhkbpnI/AAAAAAAAC9Q/-CbidGfIbEU/s400/karl" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215086206191904370" /></a><br /><a href="http://fashionista.com">website love & lust</a><br /><br />"I hate children, charity is boring, I hate to be touched"<br /><strong>-k. lagerfeld</strong><br /><br />oh, lord. what kind of person....what kind of robot....what kind of alien is mister lagerfeld? hahahahaha.<br /><br />*fjudithe & francinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04615927690509611541noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6737882604287760133.post-82955404554847356112008-06-23T09:28:00.006-05:002008-06-23T09:35:51.416-05:00Manic Monday<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sITTpZrlHK0/SF-zHFU4GmI/AAAAAAAAC9I/9bAyakzue6A/s1600-h/jean"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sITTpZrlHK0/SF-zHFU4GmI/AAAAAAAAC9I/9bAyakzue6A/s400/jean" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215083827788520034" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://fashionista.com/2007/07/the_simpsons_go_to_fashion_week.php">website love & lust</a><br /><br />"they suggested the manic weariness in their promise, capturing the moment whent the sheen wears off and your newfound gift becomes something more closely resembling a burden."**<br /><strong>-david sedaris</strong><br /><br />**we are obsessed with this quote, and the forever enjoyable d. sedaris. what a gem.<br /><br />*fjudithe & francinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04615927690509611541noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6737882604287760133.post-78105599094087791902008-06-09T15:32:00.004-05:002008-06-09T15:34:52.693-05:00Happy Monday.<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sITTpZrlHK0/SE2TU0LyVnI/AAAAAAAAC9A/PonqNrzpMd8/s1600-h/happy.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sITTpZrlHK0/SE2TU0LyVnI/AAAAAAAAC9A/PonqNrzpMd8/s400/happy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209982329752278642" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.luxurycity.com/paintings-fine-art-zhong-biao.htm">art love</a><br /><br />"let us be grateful to people who make us happy. they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom."<br />-marcel proust<br /><br />*f & jjudithe & francinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04615927690509611541noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6737882604287760133.post-43235880823667277792008-06-06T08:32:00.003-05:002008-06-06T08:53:29.488-05:00It's Friday, We're in Love.<embed src="http://www.adbrite.com/player/abplayer.swf" flashVars="vid=1843777" quality="best" bgcolor="#ffffff" width="468" height="400" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed><br /><a href="http://www.musicvideocast.com/2008/06/solange-i-decided-music-video.html" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:10px; font-weight:normal;">Solange - I Decided Music Video</a><br /><br />*Could be our Summer Song.<br />*Is our favorite new video.<br />*Is our favorite song right now.<br />*Not overly catchy, just subtly and quietly catchy= we won't get sick of it.<br />*We predict a nice, long summer shelf life.<br />*And are currently trying to learn Solange's moves in the vid. Retrosexy, vintage vixen!<br /><br />*fjudithe & francinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04615927690509611541noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6737882604287760133.post-30323680919159976002008-05-28T10:59:00.004-05:002008-05-28T11:46:33.875-05:00Daydream Beliefs<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sITTpZrlHK0/SD2L_y_FGgI/AAAAAAAAC84/U3dxTRtFrjM/s1600-h/f"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sITTpZrlHK0/SD2L_y_FGgI/AAAAAAAAC84/U3dxTRtFrjM/s400/f" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205470672444529154" /></a><br /><br /><strong>&</strong><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sITTpZrlHK0/SD2L8C_FGfI/AAAAAAAAC8w/sV0hobWNLKs/s1600-h/j"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sITTpZrlHK0/SD2L8C_FGfI/AAAAAAAAC8w/sV0hobWNLKs/s400/j" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205470608020019698" /></a><br /><a href="http://supermarkethq.com/designer/41/products?page=3">art love</a><br /><br />We can park the van and walk to town<br />Find the cheapest bottle of wine <br /><strong>that we could find</strong><br />And talk about the road behind <br />how getting lost is not a waste of time.<br />-j.johnsonjudithe & francinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04615927690509611541noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6737882604287760133.post-31460792445150505922008-05-28T09:13:00.004-05:002008-05-28T09:27:05.450-05:00Fly Fly Away<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sITTpZrlHK0/SD1rLi_FGeI/AAAAAAAAC8o/3TTlqIB8axk/s1600-h/fly%2Bfly%2Baway_low%2Bres.jpeg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sITTpZrlHK0/SD1rLi_FGeI/AAAAAAAAC8o/3TTlqIB8axk/s400/fly%2Bfly%2Baway_low%2Bres.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205434590424275426" /></a><br /><a href="http://jessgonacha.blogspot.com/">art love</a><br /><br />life is much too short to <br /><strong>sit and wonder</strong><br />who's gonna make the next move <br />and will slowly pull you under <br />when you've always got something<br />to prove? i don't want to wait<br />a lifetime; yours or mine, <br />yours or mine.<br />-b.harper<br /><br />*f & jjudithe & francinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04615927690509611541noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6737882604287760133.post-2603225676119144782008-05-26T17:27:00.003-05:002008-05-26T17:35:39.638-05:00Sixties-Style Sweet Scotch & Sex<object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KE2orthS3TQ&hl=en"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KE2orthS3TQ&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><br /><br />Get used to Duffy. She's gonna be here to stay, y'all. She's so Bridge Bardot. So old school Motown. And get this, "Mercy" is all about sexual liberty, which is such an excellent way to channel our ahem, current stage in life. Soul candy sex music. We dig.judithe & francinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04615927690509611541noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6737882604287760133.post-50924855956570543002008-05-22T10:47:00.002-05:002008-05-22T10:50:02.363-05:00Love & Sprinkles.<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sITTpZrlHK0/SDWVqy_FGdI/AAAAAAAAC8g/5LB1B2OEdNM/s1600-h/volcom"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sITTpZrlHK0/SDWVqy_FGdI/AAAAAAAAC8g/5LB1B2OEdNM/s400/volcom" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203229506969868754" /></a><br /><br /><strong>hope you have a polychromatic day, y'all.</strong><br /><br />love f & j & volcom.judithe & francinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04615927690509611541noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6737882604287760133.post-30580801129532411102008-05-20T16:38:00.000-05:002008-05-20T16:39:07.521-05:00Laugh It Up Tuesday.<object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lmDTSQtK20c&hl=en"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lmDTSQtK20c&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><br /><br />love it.judithe & francinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04615927690509611541noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6737882604287760133.post-34185887508148125572008-05-19T10:34:00.000-05:002008-05-19T10:34:32.791-05:00Guess That Quote.<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sITTpZrlHK0/SDGd1gtx92I/AAAAAAAAC8Y/BorMZRi4nQc/s1600-h/413.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sITTpZrlHK0/SDGd1gtx92I/AAAAAAAAC8Y/BorMZRi4nQc/s400/413.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202112587230213986" /></a><br /><br /><br />"So in the end, was it worth it? Jesus Christ. How irreparably changed my life has become. It's always the last days of summer and I've been left out in the cold with no door to get back in. I'll grant you I've had more than my share of poignant moments. <strong>Life passes most people by when they're busy making grand plans for it</strong>. Throughout my lifetime <strong>I've left pieces of my heart</strong> here and there. And now, there's almost barely enough to stay alive. <strong>But I force a smile, knowing that my ambition far exceeded my talent</strong>. There are no more white horses or pretty ladies at my door."judithe & francinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04615927690509611541noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6737882604287760133.post-70255096844975743962008-05-18T19:28:00.004-05:002008-05-18T19:58:39.793-05:00How Do You Mend<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sITTpZrlHK0/SDDQrQtx90I/AAAAAAAAC8I/J3edYTUDUwI/s1600-h/pain.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sITTpZrlHK0/SDDQrQtx90I/AAAAAAAAC8I/J3edYTUDUwI/s400/pain.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201887011252860738" /></a><br /><strong><br />A broken heart?</strong><br /><br />In high school, it meant girls-only dance parties. Reassurance from our best friend, in our bathroom. As we bawled on the floor. Tears and music. Music and tears. Quieter times. Heartachey times. But it was one month at most, and any traces of pain disappeared as quickly as we changed classes. It wasn't love. But it was vulnerable, it was risky, and it was very public. And we were very private, private as ever- about relationships.<br /><br />In college, it meant girls-only sleepovers. Support, hugs, and promises that we would do better. Find better. Deserved better. Late nights of drinking, dancing, and silliness to boost spirits. Encouragement to flirt. Long talks. Long walks. Tears and beers. Beers and tears. Emotional roller coaster riding together. Our friends on board, one ex-boyfriend not. An abundance of support. One empty aching heart. It wasn't love. But it was the biggest cut yet. You grow up after that. You learn how to make sure you're watching out for yourself. And then you gain your vulnerability, and your heart back...slowly...and with one false step after the next, 'til you gain your head back too. <br /><br />And then you lose it again. You realize there's something better out there, something closer to the real you. And you fall, and you fall, and you fall out of touch with reality. You let yourself get swept away. It's better than anything you've ever felt before. And when it starts breaking down, it's worse than anything you're ever felt before. We get older, and it ALL gets harder. It just does. You're intertwined. You're connected. You're close enough to predict thoughts and what that person will say next. And so add that all up and you're broken. Your heart burns and aches and feels so lonely with emptiness. You're done smiling for a while. You seem more serious, you are more serious. You're sad enough to cry once a day and your stomach feels like it's rejecting you, or anything that might come it's way. You're a walking, bleeding cut trying to keep up with appearances, by bandaging up the outsides. You wonder how this sort of heartbreak ends. And for the first time you don't know if it will. And you haven't the faintest idea how, or where to begin.<br /><br />The first cut is not the deepest.<br /><br />*fjudithe & francinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04615927690509611541noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6737882604287760133.post-58178377994442195412008-05-15T08:37:00.003-05:002008-05-15T08:39:22.942-05:00The Guiltiest.<object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LYMDXK9ZpxQ&hl=en"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LYMDXK9ZpxQ&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><br /><br />of guilty pleasures. but we LOVE it. secretly. it's ON the summer mix!<br /><br />thirteen years old forever and always,<br />*fjudithe & francinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04615927690509611541noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6737882604287760133.post-63813258731091983002008-05-15T08:05:00.001-05:002008-05-15T08:08:31.223-05:00Ask Fran.<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sITTpZrlHK0/SCw1LQtx9yI/AAAAAAAAC74/nk0rH4PpIPw/s1600-h/f"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sITTpZrlHK0/SCw1LQtx9yI/AAAAAAAAC74/nk0rH4PpIPw/s400/f" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200590137287898914" /></a><br />Stinkbomb in Seattle said:<br /><br />I work a corp. job, and I sit in a quad of cubicles with only men. 3 against 1 is something I hear more as an adult then I did when I was 10 (and trust me that is a lot). Anyway, the question is regarding farts and lots of them! Some or all of them fart all day long and every single time I say “Eeewwwwweee who farted!” and every single time they all act like they: <br /><br />1) can't smell it and <br />2) that it wasn't them ("I can smell it, but it wasn't me!")<br /><br />What should I do? Please don't suggest that I start letting them rip because I won't do that!<br /><br />-Stinkbomb in Seattle<br /><br /><strong>Dear Stinkbomb,<br /><br />My first instinct was to say 1) whoopee cushions 2) nose plugs or 3) bean burritos every day, for a week. But alas, I shall respect your reluctance to be the Pepe le Pew girl.<br /><br />Instead, what I suggest doing is bringing in all the scents, room fresheners, candles, home fragrances, and perfumes you can find- and turn your cubicle into a veritable Bath & Body Works. It will a) ward them off for fear of becoming ensconced with a perma-Country Apple or Sun-Ripened Raspberry scent b) ward off the stinky c) embolden you to follow all your other pursuits; be it lunchtime wine chugging, beer bottle and whiskey guzzling or good ‘ol fashioned desktop dancin’ and shake your ass puzzling.<br /><br />However: if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em.<br /><br />-fran</strong>judithe & francinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04615927690509611541noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6737882604287760133.post-72402557263337000552008-05-14T09:36:00.001-05:002008-05-14T09:41:20.682-05:00Summer is Sexy.<div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sITTpZrlHK0/SCZ7R0cOXHI/AAAAAAAAC7E/T4AiizaFNYQ/s1600-h/cherry.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198978365910834290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sITTpZrlHK0/SCZ7R0cOXHI/AAAAAAAAC7E/T4AiizaFNYQ/s400/cherry.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div></div><br /><br />and we are ready for it. play <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lXdMuU97GGM">this song</a> and picture yourself in your summer dress, big floppy hat and sunglasses and nice tall glass of vodka lemonade. or whatever your dream summer vision of yourself may be!<br /><br />*fjudithe & francinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04615927690509611541noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6737882604287760133.post-37377225446171608422008-05-14T08:53:00.001-05:002008-05-14T08:57:24.881-05:00A Wednesday Whateva.<div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sITTpZrlHK0/SCZ7YkcOXII/AAAAAAAAC7M/6SLtIrWkafc/s1600-h/bearpiano.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198978481874951298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sITTpZrlHK0/SCZ7YkcOXII/AAAAAAAAC7M/6SLtIrWkafc/s400/bearpiano.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div></div><br /><br />We don’t wanna play by the rules.<br />We want a pet bear that duals <br />As a keyboardist, guitarist,<br />And non-judgemental friend.<br />He will sit and drink with us,<br />Tell tall tales and pretend.<br />We might smoke a joint together,<br />Or perhaps do a fun drug.<br />We will listen to music together<br />Knit mittens, cut a rug.<br />We will be the best of friends,<br />Us and the bear.<br />He will give us a five with his paw,<br />And the best bear hug anywhere.<br /><br />*fjudithe & francinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04615927690509611541noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6737882604287760133.post-62041972073229168992008-05-13T13:02:00.000-05:002008-05-13T13:02:55.488-05:00Ask Fran.<strong><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sITTpZrlHK0/SCkPjAtx9xI/AAAAAAAAC7w/KRobUMmLE-Q/s1600-h/fra.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199704338937804562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sITTpZrlHK0/SCkPjAtx9xI/AAAAAAAAC7w/KRobUMmLE-Q/s400/fra.jpg" border="0" /></a> <font color="#33cc00">Anonymous Annie said:</font></div><br /><div><font color="#33cc00"></font> </div><br /><div><font color="#33cc00">Dear Fran,</font></div><br /><div><font color="#33cc00"></font> </div><br /><div><br />Sometimes I feel like it's Funky Friday but then I realize it's Monday or even Wednesday mid-afternoon. What do I do about the fact that I don't like my job, miss my friends and eat shit like it's good for me and isn't actually accumulating on my hips? </strong><br /><br />Dear Anonymous Annie,<br /><br />I thought it over really long and hard for a second and I think I’ve solved it. Samantha, I really think you should stop eating shit. I truly believe you will make more friends if you stop your repulsive behavior. Your breath must smell horrendous. Miranda, your shit does in fact stink. Because other than that, you sound really exciting!!! You have great enthusiasm (i.e. “Funky Friday”). Another question for you, Marlena. You signed off as “Anonymous” which led me to wonder something….do your friends even know that you miss them? You have to stop calling them and hanging up! That’s creepy and so 90’s “Scream” the movie. Furthermore stop calling them and being like “Hey Lulu, it’s Virginia, how are you?” just because you want to remain “Anonymous.” Lulu has no idea who the eff Virginia is, and I just really think it’s time for you to reveal yourself, Jessica. Also, quit the job. If you don’t like it, don’t let that be the one thing dictating your life. Or your overall happiness.<br /><strong><strong><br />-fran</strong></strong><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div>judithe & francinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04615927690509611541noreply@blogger.com5