old school.

June 23rd, 2013


Let them eat CAKE.

That’s right, old school, diner-esque, delcious-ness packed cake.

It’s good for the soul.

This one’s banana.

…and Crisco.

Do not fear Crisco.

It will make your coat shiny.

And everyone will ask: “WHERE did you get this cake recipe?”


recipe here!

Pet me.

June 22nd, 2013

Oh the blissful feeling of being in love.

On the flip-side, if you forgo this time consuming state of mind, there’s a strong chance you’ll be much MORE productive.

Thankfully we have Pet to sing songs about it.

She gives us a tiny taste of what it would be like if you really WERE in love, (for those of you who aren’t) without the potential of wasting your time and energy.



deer tick.

May 8th, 2012


My friend El Jefe is THE CHIEF of all things music. So when he tells you to get out and see a band, you’d better be paying attention. This time…I paid attention.

El Jefe was right.

I’d have been BEYOND disappointed if I’d have missed this band.

These guys ROCK. These guys ROLL…and they do all sorts of things in between. Their songs tell stories that make you want to pay attention AND they give it to you with that rare passion which convinces you they were meant to do JUST THIS.

They’ve been categorized as “alt country” and compared to the likes of Modest Mouse and Uncle Tupelo but I’d have to put them in a league all their own-with apologies to Jay Farrar, of course.

Yep, I pretty-much OFFICIALLY love them. 

Check ‘em out NOW and IF they roll through your town, GET OUT AND SEE THEM.


All photographs and video property of Deer Tick

breakfast with Mr. Vader

January 11th, 2012


‘Darth digs hotcakes’

my new ‘billfold’.

January 9th, 2012

Well…I’ve yet to fold  any actual “bills” in it…but I sure do LOVE my new billfold.


It’s one of my favorite gifts, this CHRISTMAS season!

Happy birthday to the KING.

January 8th, 2012

“Ambition is a dream with a V8 engine.” -Elvis Presley


rockin’ honky tonk.

November 15th, 2011

I FLAT OUT s-w-o-o-o-o-o-n for lyrics.  Especially when they tell a dandy of a story.  This rockin’-honky-tonkin’-ditty fulfills my EVERY NEED. The FIRST TIME I heard it, I was left sittin’ slack-jawed. I’m pretty sure Johnny only comes up for air about 4 times TOTAL in this 2 minute tune. This just proves that Paycheck is SO MUCH MORE than “Take This Job and Shove It”.


September 19th, 2011


The creator of Cosmic American Music.

G r a m    P a r s o n s

-Ingram Cecil Connor III-

November 5. 1946-September 19. 1973



June 30th, 2011


F-A-R-O-N. Faron, Faron, Faron! (say it like a cheerleader.)

This is The Hillbilly Heartthrob, Faron Young, singing (while winking at the camera) “It’s a Great Life”.

This tune causes toe tapping.

I’m just warnin’ ya.

And yes, I’m well aware, simply posting a link in a blog is cheating…but I’m too busy working on strengthening my scrawny biceps to blog.

So I’m cheating.

You can thank me (for it) later.

completely random:
Hank could have been a Faron.
It was on “the list”, my list anyhow.
But I think Hank was the best choice.

It fits him quite appropriately.
But I do like “Faron”.

chick flick.

June 15th, 2011

Hank, Franc(o) and I went to see Thor.

But I forgot to chatter about it…

So here’s my WAY-delayed  ‘take away’-
I now want one of these:


(Pinzgauer High Mobility All-TerrainVehicle)

I do believe this vehicle would be perfectly suited for the traffic situations I encounter DAILY, sometimes MULTIPLE times (per day), on the streets of Phoenix.

Especially during the “suicide  hours” (the oh-so-enjoyable reverse center lane) on 7th Street & Avenue.

And I wouldn’t mind (at all) having one of these:


(PERFECT for taking out the trash and tackling that ‘honey-do’ list.)


Oh yeah…the movie!

I don’t give a rat’s hind-quarters what ANYONE says.


Action, adventure, excitement-all bundled up with (lots of) muscular moments.

C’mon, it’s an American SUPERHERO film!

What MORE do you want from a movie?

Junebug, marvelous Junebug.

June 13th, 2011

I’m constantly perusing design blogs and the one thing PROMINENT,  time after time is the presence of tiny ‘designer dogs’ in photos.  More times than not it seems that (mostly) chihuahuas bless us with their presence—photo after photo.

This is the farthest thing from a design blog and my dogs are not small but they are marvelous and they do enjoy lounging around on mid-century furnishings so,  pound for pound,  they are that much cooler than those tiny dogs.

Allow me to introduce you to Junebug.

Not only does she enjoy lounging,  she also enjoys eating watermelon,  jumping around on her hind legs (yes indeedy, like a kangaroo) and spinning in circles—while air born.  She is a bit of a spaz but she’s calmed down ten fold  in the last year. That’s how long she’s graced us with her presence.

Junebug is simply marvelous.

miss cute & country.

June 12th, 2011

My Sunday morning donation.

Take a gander, give it a listen.

“…nobody but a fool would love you, after the way you done me,

broke every vow you made me, broke every rule…”

Connie Smith, “Nobody But A Fool”.

road trip

May 20th, 2011


Last  month I set out on a road trip to check in with the “mad scientist” that runs Last Refuge Hotrod.  He’s working with me on a  ”top secret project” . All I can tell you is the project  involves one old trailer who goes by the name of Pearl. Anything more and I’d have to…well you know.

I can report that YES INDEED, my pretty Pearl is progressing  and although slow (because I am a bit of a foot tapping ‘let’s get it done” personality—not to mention I am DYIN’ to launch her NOW!) things are moving along. And if I actually had a journal for “best road trips ever”, I’d have jot this one in it.   Because as trips go, this one ranks smack dab at the top o’ my list.   The visual stimulation was OVER THE TOP and CONSTANT yet at the same time had the ability to calm my soul.  And I’m tellin’ you, I don’t normally run in “calm” mode.  In fact I don’t normally venture anywhere near that vicinity.

It’s all because of  THE DESERT.

Something about it just comforts me.  Maybe it’s because I am rooted there, in the desert.

THIS DESERT, however, is on another level all together.  Like a sort of SUPER DESERT.

The colors, the smells,  the sounds, the creatures, the rock formations, the dust, the Indian paintings, the old buildings, the abandoned roadside fodder. I had a tough time convincing myself I wasn’t dropped,SMACK DAB in the middle of a JOHN FORD movie.

Time and again I would pinch myself just to see if I was delusional.

And that’s not an overreaction either, it’s reality.

The wind was blowing tumble weeds and dust across prairies that were speckled with buttes.  Buttes that WITHOUT any sort of rhyme or reason,  erupted randomly from the desert floor. And the blowing dust swirled all around them creating these super-strange sand paintings.

There were horses and  cattle, all roaming across the plains. Occasionally I’d spot a giant, almost prehistoric looking black bird  trying to make its way out of a dust cyclone that had caught it in its path. The birds would flap their wings frantically then eventually pull out of the vortex and soar away to the calm part if the sky.

Although my trip was fairly lengthy ( just over 7 hours)  it flew by so quickly that in what SEEMED LIKE the  blink of an eye, I’d arrived at my destination.

It’s likely Last Refuge’s manufacturing ‘facility’  has its own zip code. It’s THAT BIG.  In fact, it’s GIGANTIC.  I was told the building itself  is an acre in size, inside.  The size of the space lends itself to fantastic echoing acoustics.  I regretted leaving before remembering to bust out yodeling…just to see how the giant acoustics would handle such a vocal display…but there’s always next time.

I can’t cinch up this post without mentioning  Rosie. The sweetest of bird dogs… she smelled of dead pigeons. And her ears were like velvet.

WHAT a hound.

A brown velveteen hound with freckles.

Saying it was hard not to sneak her home with me (and give her a bath!) would be an understatement.


But I didn’t sneak here home, I left empty handed.

Well, empty handed EXCEPT  for Pearl’s aluminum parts—which are now sitting in my garage,  in desperate need of polishing.


I’ll share my visuals with you here…but you’ll need to forgive the hodge-podgy nature.

below:  a peek inside LRH-


a current project inside LRH



below: a giant piece of equipment that breaks things.



a girly-sized Rock Star that comes COMPLETE with a tiny bendy straw.  Cuteness.  Didn’t need it because the landscape visuals kept me going but “just in case”, I picked one up.  As energy drinks go, this one is pretty chic.



below:  there wasn’t  much in Cortez Colorado but they did have a liquor store with a groovy old sign.

(unrelated to liquor,  I happened to have the best Cafe Americana I’ve ever had, here in Cortez.   Got it from the espresso bar inside the Piggly Wiggly…that isn’t really the name of the market but it should be.  Because it was very Piggly-Wiggly-esque.)



…and below, some of the roadside fodder I mentioned earlier.

This can be seen between HERE (Phoenix) and THERE (Cortez).







valley of the dolls.

May 14th, 2011

All these prescription medications are having a subliminal effect on me.

I am feeling the need to check out Netflix for Valley of the Dolls.

Might even get a new hairdo idea (or two).

I suppose I need to pick up some big rollers today.

A Saturday night spent watching Valley of the Dolls while wearing rollers.

Yes, I think I have it all figured out now.


disclaimer:  nothing contagious or catastrophic to worry about…just battling a bout of nerve/stress induced hives.  If you have any experience with this sort of trouble and know of a sure-fire remedy, not involving prescriptions, send it my way.  I mean these turquoise blue pills are pretty and all BUT it’s such a nuisance to have to do ANYTHING by the clock…if you know what I mean.

OH happy day!

May 8th, 2011




Wishing the HAPPIEST of days to all the mommas out there—for all you do, THIS day’s for YOU!

ps -Yes, that’s me, with my momma.  Fat & happy circa 1966.


April 21st, 2011


Admittedly I’m a little sucky when it comes to “consistency in blogging”.

OK, make that SUPER-sucky.

But I’m distracted.

Ordinarily I can be a fairly focused individual BUT on the occasion I allow a distraction to take over, it’s a deal breaker for blogging dependability.

ahhhhhhhhh,  I feel better (already),  admitting weakness.

This weekend is no exception (on the distraction front).  I’m heading out of town for THIS shindig.  Guaranteed, THE highlight is sure to be a performance by American rock-n-rollers,  The Blasters.

Needless to say…

Over the next few days…

On more than one occasion…

I will shout…

A great BIG YEE HAW!

And let me tell YOU,  I can shout a YEE HAW like nobody’s business.

It’s loud I tell you.


I have the hearing loss to prove it.

But I’m prepared this time around.

I’ve already packed my ear plugs.

And they’re pink.

we can resume breathing.

April 2nd, 2011




Hell YES!

Up until THIS POINT, I’ve been holding my breath, awaiting  the news.

Now I’m MORE THAN just a little bit  happy to tell my fellow “Maddicts”, seasons FIVE & SIX have been secured.

It’s officially-OFFICIAL.

And not a moment too soon.

I’m suffering (in a BIG-big way) from Hamm withdrawals.

Check it out!



“the Man’s Man”

Happy Friday!

April 1st, 2011


NO FOOLIN’!  It’s really Friday.  Go enjoy yourself already.

Feel the la-la-la-love.

March 3rd, 2011


If you love Phoenix for NOTHING else, it’s GOT TO be  the tremendous abundance of Mexican food.

Good Mexican food.

I have my favorite “go to” places for specific items. but that’s only because I’ve yet to find one place that can rock an entire menu, start to finish.  I’m ok with the hunt for the next great  “fill in the blank“.  I know exactly where to go for the  best tacos, chile verde, carne asada and now, the enchilada.

That’s right. The simplistic, unassuming, unpretentious enchilada.

Cheese to be exact.

A simple dish with few ingredients…so those ingredients had better be top performers .

Enter La Pinata and their insightful ability to know of when enough is enough. They take the enchilada EXACTLY WHERE IT NEEDS TO BE and then they stop messin’ with it. Cheese, onions, tortilla & sauce.  The sauce is perfection and the onions are right there…in the zone that makes you close your eyes and let out a little sigh of relief that they got it SO RIGHT.

Housed in an OLD school strip mall on the west side of town, the space is void of any updates since what seems to be circa 1972…and that’s ok. It only adds to the ambiance.  We went on a Friday night and the bar space was standing room only, packed with regulars who apparently show up weekly to partake in a bit of history and imbibe themselves with the house margaritas. But we didn’t come for boozin’ it up, we came  to devour their great tasting food.

Our waitress—Darlene—was a pro.  She told us it is simple to remember her name, “it rhymes with QUEEN, it’s DARLENE.”   Trust me, she was the queen of delivering perfection on a plate.  Spot on attentive and above the bar accommodating.

Just when we  finished our meal and Hank began  moaning  from over indulgence, Queen Darlene whipped around the corner with a bowl as big as his head, filled with fried ice cream and topped with whipped cream.

I winced.

As she presented Hank with this mile high whipped-cream tower, she explained the La Pinata policy; “On your birthday,  you get  free fried ice cream” & SINCE this was Hank’s birthday in to the La Pinata family, he was getting his fried ice cream…GRATIS.

Regardless of the lack of space in his (stomach) he devoured the majority of the tower—and of course—immediately became a FOREVER-FAN of La Pinata .




Visit La Pinata SOON and request Queen Darlene…3330 N. 19th Ave-Phoenix 602-279-1763.


February 14th, 2011

Here’s hoping your Valentine’s Day is oh-so-sweet.

But just in case your ‘Lover’s Day’ seems to be missing a certain something you just can’t seem to put your finger on, allow me to introduce you to Mr. Suave.

Of course that’s not ACTUALLY his REAL name.

But it should be.

Because he is.

HE’S the one and only, Herb Alpert.

And Herb’s going to ensure your Valentine’s Day is SWEET by offering you ‘A Taste of Honey’.

The above is absolute evidence that the trumpet is SO UNDERRATED.



You can find ‘Taste of Honey’ on the album “Whipped Cream & Other Delights”.

There’s sure to be a copy—on vinyl—in EVERY thrift store across the USA.

But I can’t even BEGIN to imagine WHY anyone would part with such classic musical greatness.

funny valentine.

February 12th, 2011


Hank’s grandma (aka my mom)  has been mastering the crafty-art of card making.

With this one, I think she nailed it.

I mean it is pretty perfect.

And the subject matter:   well…HOW FANTASTIC are sock monkeys?

Don’t ask me.  I’m biased on that topic.


the Thanksgiving ham.

January 10th, 2011

Nope, that’s NOT what we had for dinner.   We ate the gobbling bird, like many folks.   But regardless of what we put in the oven, there was indeed a ham in the kitchen.   This is the ham.    Man-oh-man what a ham.  Perhaps he has a future in food tv.    Need I say more?

*ham: an actor who performs with showy exaggeration.


January 9th, 2011

I gather things. It’s how I’m wired.

Some have told me it is not “normal”.

It’s perfectly normal for me.

I also rearrange things.

It’s like getting new stuff without having to drop any dimes.

I’m sure there’s something abnormal about that too but I must learn to accept who I am.


This is an assemblage of “stuff” that serves no purpose other than me liking to look at it.
Yep, it’s that simple.

to a sparkly new year.

January 2nd, 2011


Dear 2011:

You’d better sparkle, OR ELSE!

You’d better be loaded with cheer and lots of change.

I’m expecting BIG things from you.




p.s.  As for you 2010,  GOOD riddance!

Twas the night before Christmas.

December 29th, 2010

It was Christmas Eve…time for the Colletti’s annual Christmas party.

After selecting the evening’s ensemble and going through what seemed  like hours of  hair teasing and spraying of the highly flammable  Aqua Net, I realized how severe my Mad Men withdrawals had become.

Not sure how much longer I can go on without my fix.

My Mad Men FIX.

Get on it already guys!




ps—for you fellow Maddicts and Jon Hamm fans…you can catch a peek at the one and only in the final moments of  The A Team. Yep, Jon Hamm in the A Team. He’s the other “Lynch”.   What a delightful surprise ending.

Slacker radio doesn’t slack.

December 29th, 2010

I HEART, with a capital H-E-A-R-T, Slacker radio!

It’s the finest of the fine & if you like music, it can alter your life.  I promise.

In a nutshell,  Slacker is an interactive Internet radio service. Listeners can access the service on the web, mobile apps on many different smartphones and on the Slacker Personal Radio Players.  I opted for the premium subscription which gives you unlimited skips & other perks.  You simply search by song or by artist for the type of music you feel like spinning at that time and WHAM…it comes streaming out of your device.  Most of the time mine is streaming from my Droid X.  And I FULLY dig it.  I can play it through my home stereo system, my car audio, my computer or any number of little mp3 speaker systems that are out there.

At this time, I’m just waning over an on going love affair with the ‘Belle & Sebastian‘ station.  I channel the happiness of MANY a happy hour when I listen to the Housemartins (station) and in the wee hours of the morning I find the Booker T station makes me move my booty….as in getting ready for work quicker, not as in dancing around the bathroom ‘move my booty’.

GO HERE and check it out for yourself.

Or you can simply take my word for it. I am an expert. At what, I’m not sure but I do know for FACT, this radio is THE RADIO of ALL RADIOS.


p.s.—I am not a fan of this pink mp3 speaker thing…it’s all I could find in a pinch. BUT it will soon be replaced…it is NOT Slacker Radio worthy.  But it is discrete in size and for a chick getting ready in the morning, counter space is PRIME real estate.

Christmas morning weirdness.

December 28th, 2010

Nothing shouts Merry Christmas like dining on Honey Baked ham-lets while sporting a brand spankin’ new Mexican wrestling tee and an elf hat.

I love the weirdness of this kid.  And weird he is.

In a GOOD way.




a problem lifting things.

December 14th, 2010



My kid, who just turned 11, has a problem lifting things…things like the LID or the SEAT of the toilet.

Things that matter to girls. (some girls anyhow)

I’m not sure if it’s laziness or possibly that he is distracted by the billions of other MORE IMPORTANT things that might be zipping through his noggin.

Things like—what to add to his last minute Christmas list or next year’s Halloween costume (he’s designing a Mexican wrestler’s mask exactly NOW) or how he can torture our 3 dogs or how he can work on the last nerve in my body.

Stuff like that.

Stuff like THAT might be zipping through his noggin but then again it is entirely possible it’s laziness.

Either way, these facts I DO KNOW:

I don’t have a maid.

I can’t tell him “your mother doesn’t live here & she’s not cleaning up after you”.

I loathe cleaning toilets when I HAVE TO and  I certainly don’t want to clean them EVERY DARN day.

…enter this little sign.

I am HOPING this subtle reminder will be my saving grace.

At least it should cut down on my monthly expenditure of  Scotch Brite disposable toilet scrubbers -but we’ll have to see about that.



HAPPY Halloween!

October 31st, 2010


Hooray for today, it’s Halloween!

move over, Johnny Cupcakes!

October 7th, 2010

That’s right Johnny, there’s a new man (well alright, “boy”) on the scene & for his first BIG showdown using a piping bag, he did DARN well!

happily ready to encounter the blissful realm of Sugar Land.






*check out these beauties!

Hank also took the cupcake photos for this blog post.

Oh yeah, AND he asked me to “blog about (his) cupcakes”.

(I planned on doing that anyway)


ok…so it’s a wee bit blurry…I had to show a close up of that PERFECT chocolate swirl top.


WELL DONE son, well done!