Moving on...

I wont be updating this blog any longer. Please continue following me on the tumblr version of Mon Bateau @ http://cicelyjoi.tumblr.com

I want my moneeeeeeeey!!

The Landlord from Will Ferrell

I'm A Stupid Cat

"I'm A Stupid Cat" - Watch more Funny Videos

Evolution of the Hipster

Inspiration

Source: lovelyandbrown

Dope

Source: Stable

My Next Project

photojojo:

Make a lightbox-esque illuminator with this summertime DIY project!
How to Make a DIY Film Candle Holder

I've been thinking about doing something similar using chalkboard "paint" in my future home...now I know there is a nifty pen that would be perfect to use!

Saturday Night Live...

The picture below is a little chat between me and Bestie from last Saturday's night of random fun . Read starting from the bottom up.


*Note click here to see twitpic referenced in chat

Musak Mondays!

I'm actually pretty surprised that I haven't posted this song before. Sia is a fascinating artist to me. You never really know what you will get from her but whatever it is..it's very Sia. I used to have a love/hate relationship with her music. Namely her voice. I love it at times but can often be pretty nasally for my taste. I found, however, that that really depends on the type of song she sings. She does BEA-U-TIFUL ballads that can carry you away. The link is for the song "My Love"...my favorite one of hers (that is until I listen to "Breath me," which then quickly will be my favorite until hearing "My love" once more) Anywho...enough talk....

Disfrute!!

Inspiration....

A reminder to make this my last degree

A Moment to Myself

typical saturday night.....

• eat sushi
• listen to dance party music
• spend an hour entranced with cookie porn from here
• decide to make cookies after all that visual lust
• get into deep discussion about junk DNA and cancer while cookies bake
• make picture art with sparklers
• herbal meditation
• discuss Game of Thrones
• discuss interesting culinary uses for lavender
• fix some drinks
• go down jamiroquai memory lane with his discography
• do the same with Beck

So this is a list of the things that kept me and Bestie from hitting up a club or lounge tonight like we intended.

Modestep - Sunlight (Official Video)

The obvious answer to this social issue is to stop procreating.

Lavendar Lemonade

 Source: Robert Hnery Vintage

Lavender Lemonade
Herb Citrus Cordial (makes 4-5 pints)
Ingredients:
6 cup sugar
Zest of 6 citrus, in large pieces of peel
4 cups fresh citrus juice
2 cup water
2 cups lavender
Method:
In a large pot bring sugar, zest, juice, and water to a boil, stirring until sugar is dissolved.
Remove from heat. Add the herbs and let the syrup infuse for at least 15 minutes.
Meantime prepare your canning jars. Strain syrup through a fine sieve, squeezing out as much syrup as possible from the herb leaves before discarding them. Boiling water process for 10 minutes.
Sip on a back porch or deck and pity those who aren’t drinking this delectable concoction.

Save your Pennies

via: hingedesignstudio

A very special and important message was left in the hospital cafeteria’s comment box. I hope they take our requests in for consideration. ^_^

Tickle

<3

Er...non Musak Monday Music

So I know today isn't a Musak Mondays and I couldn't figure out an alliteration that was witty enough for music related non-funky friday (I know you like how I snuck that one in)..so there! Just felt like sharing this backwoods, bluesy, soulful, country, hometown tune with you.

 

Disfrute!!

Kiki special

tuna, salmon, crab stick, avocado, yamagoda, and masago wrapped in cucumber with ponzu sauce.

Phó-tastic!

Animals with stuffed Animals

gottalovehedgehogs:

my hedgehog&hedgehog slippers (:

Moi

Initials turned Nasty

me [typing the initials of my friend "J's" name after him telling me what his middle names were]: JAKF

J: you bet.....no. JKAF

me: i'm gonna to start calling you jakof :) lmao!

J: Do, and I'll start calling you Cyst. ;)

me: nope...cyst is just mean...it's not even close to my initials

J: SisT....Cyst

me: your initials sound like j-cough

J: hah

me: CJT...soon to be CJE...try again

J: CJE.....CuJeh....CooJ-eh....Coocheh......coochie. Coochie!.......Jackoff and Coochie!.....Nice.

me: lmao!!!

J: that is too funny...

Jimi sidewalk art

House Wine - Goodbye Art

Look At This Car!!

Past life

Moi

What does your soul sing?

Do you have songs that personifies you?….like when people hear it they should automatically think of you. This is one of the songs I would want people to relate to me…the beauty of it reflects what I feel my soul looks like.

Kigga

Words

Spring Time!

Are You my Mommy???

Click for more cuteness

Danny MacAskill - "Way Back Home"

Beautiful!

Cats Playing Patty-cake, what they were saying...

Charlie The Unicorn

Thanks for this Stina-face! Miss you!

Introducing Augustus "Floppy" McWersmahnose

Snub-nosed Monkey

Dear Lord,


Gimme!! I'll be good.....


Love,

Me :)

Thrill-ahhhh!

Source: http://them--apples.tumblr.com/post/2820065108

8 bars of what "soul" represents...

Cuz I'm a Peach!

Alien Hand??? Puh-Lease!

Lia:  (Video and article about Alien Hand Syndrome)

Me (after watching video and reading article): I think it's her absorbed fetal twin trying to tell her something

Lia: "i hate you"

Me: lol. the "epilepsy" which we know in actuality is her twin fighting for control and wanting to just plain embarrass her sister was cured so the twin had to find other methods of getting her message across

Lia: that's a horrible story. i just sent you a lighthearted article about a woman slapping the shit out of herself, and you had to take it to a dark place. why, cicely?

Me: because life is dark..and i keep it real son

Lia: LOL

FOOOOOOOOOOD!

If you haven't started to guess from my random postings of food, I'm a serious foodie. Serious. Going out to eat and trying new cuisines, restaurants, etc. is one of my favorite activities. I'm serious ppl, I know that I was obese and died a gluttonous young and happy death in a past lifetime. Anyway, i recently came across this app on my iPhone (also available for droids) called Foodspotting. Basically you can browse delectable pics of meals that users have taken. Instead of browsing menus, you can get right to the point and see all the yummy noms around you.
I joined and plan to start using this (I'm not sure if i can integrate this with tumblr yet)...and for those without an iphone or droid, you can still browse on their website. Let me know if you join and follow me (Cicely Joi).

Zombie Apocalypse:.. Are you Ready?

Me: have you ever shot a gun? humm is the correct thing to say "fired a gun?"

Jai: "Shot a gun" nope, never done it. Paintball....yes. Never even held a real firearm.

Me: neither have I....some friends want to go to a firing range though. I can see it being fun for about 5 minutes. i'm not a fan of guns though

Jai: I'm indifferent. I think I want to go to a gun range, and get to know how to use a firearm. More in the name of self-defense and survival than a fascination with firearms. if the zombies come, I don't want to fiddle with aiming, or a safety switch on my gun I pulled off a dead cop.

Me: yeah...exactly. we must be prepared for that day

Jai: AND HOW.

Me: paint balls aren't gonna do the trick


Jai: Last night's game reminded me how prepared I should be.


Me: i think i would die quickly in a zombie apocalypse. not in the phase when ppl still don't know what's going on..but when it comes time for hand to hand...i think i will get bitten or scratched. so knowing that..my goal is to stay completely sheltered..


Jai: Holing up in a house and waiting it out, eh?


Me: and when i need to emerge for food and supplies...i will wear extra padding that may slow me down a bit. I think I would prefer a machete to a gun unless it can be a machine gun....so you can picture me walking around the streets swinging a machete about with pillows strapped to my body and wearing a helmet and goggles...it would be also nice to have a tank


Jai: LOL!!! See, I would wear like.... 3 or 4 sweat shirts, 3 pairs of jeans (one of them carharts) and at least one pair of wool socks... Then gloves... and a neck protector... and then some kind of motorcycle helmet.... and a mechanic's suit over it all. I don't care what you are... can't scratch me... can't bite me. pillows are....impractical, but hilarious.


Me: lol..just thinking of what I may have that's around..plus..if I stray too far from shelter..I'll always have a pillow. what would you use for neck protector? I was thinking of a neck brace but it would be difficult to have that and a helmet on at the same time


Jai: I would make a denim, plastic-lined one from scratch. It would have to spread under my shirt, and up my face to some degree so that it couldn't be pulled away, and I don't know anything right now that does that which isn't military spec.


Me: well sounds like you'll definitely be ready and I will be some bootleg MacGyver wannabe that will be zombie food within 3-5 weeks of the apocalypse.


Jai: who knows... my house sucks to fortify, so I would have to run for it, and fortify somewhere else.... I could be swarmed easily.


Me: we must make a fortified treehouse...we haven't come up with a consensus on zombie behavior when it comes to heights at my daily work lunch discussions about the zombie apocalypse. We do agree that IF they can climb, they are poor climbers.


Jai: I think, after turning, they loose motor function quickly... only the most recently turned would be able to climb at all. As the apocalypse wore-on, those types would dwindle in numbers. I don't think a tree fort is the best idea.... if you get overrun, you have no where to escape to.


Me: true but the likelihood of being overrun high in a tree is low. Also gravity is a free weapon as you can knock them off and have the fall take care of them.


Jai: yeah, but they would amass at the base of the trees as soon as they discovered you... it would make escape for supplies much more difficult than it's worth.


Me: you don't think they would give up after awhile if I stay quiet and still?


Jai: nope. they KNOW there is food up there. they would just hang out and wait for the food to come. even if they starved in the process. god forbid you drop any kind of meat, or make ANY noise.... it would only renew their interest 100 fold.


Me: good point...i'll reserve the tree as a last case scenario type of thing

Jai: well…. that's the problem too... you would have to have it as a plan WAY in advance, since building it among all the zombies would be SO dangerous with a group of less than 7 people.

Me: oh of course. i just need to get my hands on a tank....


Jai: LOL. get an APC.... faster, more agile, same armor, and uses less gas.


Me: wooo! you just helped me to survive an extra 2 weeks


Jai: Well, you GOTTA! I mean, it'll take me a while to fight my way to Atlanta to rescue you.


Me: ok you have 7 weeks...tops


Jai: LOL. you need to make it at least 4 months. Give me some time to amass supplies and weapons... get a crew... and then get on a roll.


Me: 4 months!!!...I'll be lucky to get past month 3...I'll do my best


Jai: keep in mind... if you've turned when I get there... you're going down in a head-splodey kinda way...so...don't.


Me: point taken

My next crochet project?

Cthulhu Ski Mask

 Pretty awesome if you ask me!

Healthy YumYum

Spoken Word (Lost in Translation)

-- by: Cicely Joi

Aug. 17 2006

you asked me to get up there and speak....

saying my words are worth the attention of open ears.

I'm deep huh?...

my lips are profound?

So why can't you listen when I tell you my thoughts??!

Why are my words so wrong to you?

Why are they twisted, misunderstood and intent made unclear?

Why should I feel safe about flowing to strangers when you..my family

can't even follow?

My words fall silent tired of having to explain the voice behind it each

time.

I used to retreat to my red book...my black book...a scratch piece of

paper...a napkin...ANYTHING that can help form my thoughts into characters

that could be definite.

Characters without a voice so they are just exactly what they are meant to

be....no other explanation needed.

No justification...no proof...no regret.

I write on anything to just feel the satisfication that at least

SOMETHING...inanimate as it may be...will understand.

No Questions asked.

I feel many times it (that little torn piece of napkin with cookie crumbs

nestled in the black freshly wet inked words that bled through the 1-ply

fibers) is my only true confidant.

That friend that's always there to pick up the phone when i need to

talk...

that is out with me getting a cup a coffee when i need a comfortable

ear...

that doesn't care what time of day it is to be there and ready to hear my

rant.

My only true best friend.

Sadly that torn up piece of napkin is just a reflection of myself. The

only one who is routing for me, understands my words, and allows me the

comfort of feeling ok to just be me.

So why do you insist I speak to strange ears?

Will they understand the emotions that created it? Can they follow me in

the memory of my experiences?

I don't claim to be clever with my words... I'm not the one to speak to

wake the blinded and ignorant mind.

When I walk up to the mic..all I have to speak is Me.

My pain, my glory, my happiness, my annoyance, my amazement, my curiosity,

my enlightment.

My delivery is not forceful and poignant. I'm not concern with rhythm and

rhyme.

Strange ears are waiting for something creative and grabbing.

I can only promise the complexity of Me....

You, my family never can handle that..

so why do you insist i get up there and speak?