hey gang, gabe here... well zoey, my little chickadee, has been asking me if i have a thought or 2 for our blog... i say "oh yeah babe i do" ...it has been a hard week for me. well christmas around the corner makes my head spin a little if you can dig what i'm saying....My chick is a lot younger then me and sometimes people treat me like i'm some kind of crazy dude for wanting to be with my young chick. The fact of the matter is, hey dudes no one could love anyone like i love my zoey man ..it is like totally out of this world. we have so much in common and she is like so cool to be with and i will love her always. The world stares at us kinda strange but we are weird birds anyway... i would rather be a weird rare bird then be just another bird , you dig? so for you strange couples my advice is to laugh, live, and love. we are only traveling through once man so enjoy and be yourself.
Tuesday, 1 December 2015
Tuesday, 24 November 2015
Hippie Holidays flower children!
And how are you beautiful people? Cool? Groovy? Hip?
Well I have to tell you cats about one of the funniest things that ever happened to me and Gabe. We got our Christmas tree up the other day... just a little second-hand number that we picked up in a garage sale... and we were jazzing it up with some little handmade stuff and some pretty lights.
So Gabe comes home from work last week righteously hyped over these handpainted ornaments he found. You know, we always try to go for handmade/recycled/locally sourced stuff and all that. So Gabe, no foolin', bounces in through the door all hyped over these handpainted decorations. And man, they were pretty groovy. I was rapping to Gabe about how pretty they were, until I noticed something written on the back. "Uh, babe? Who's "Jessica"?"
My man stops, looks at me, looks at the ornament, and then holds up the one he has in his hand. His has "Chris" written on the back. Turns out my man must have been spaced or something 'cause the dude grabbed personalized balls without even seeing the names on 'em...
Well, we musta laughed for about fifteen, nonstop. Gabe laughed so hard he actually cried, and sat there with tears rolling down his face, and he keeps repeating, "Dude, I saw "Chris" but read it so fast I thought it said Christmas!"
And I just laid on the floor laughing until my stomach hurt. "Far out, Gabriel... that's a winner, dude."
So anyways, Gabe was pretty bummed 'cause his big idea kinda died. Me, I just hung those decos on the tree anyway... they're still groovy, and my man picked 'em out, and plus they make us laugh, so it was copacetic. Man, we'll remember this one for a few... now Gabe goes around calling me "Jessica" and I call him "Chris"... maybe we should change our names!
You beautiful souls have a funny story to send us?
Thursday, 24 September 2015
Monday, 24 August 2015
Thursday, 6 August 2015
Greetings fellow hippie-freaks!
I know, I know, it’s been a while since we hung out here. You all cool? Sweet.
Well I had to swing by today and fill you in on a pretty special occasion; the prom.
Okay, I know you cats are thinking that I’m way too old for prom, and so is Gabe, but hear me out. We were rapping the other day about nothing much, kind of jumping from one topic to another, you dig? And the subject of prom came up. Turns out, neither one of us ever went to prom. Gabe never finished high school, so he never got the chance, and I just split from any social hang-outs at all. Nothing I hate worse than crowds. Anyways.
Gabe was telling me that he always kind of wondered what it’d be like to go to prom with a chick; you know, pick her up at the door, bring her flowers, go dancing, champagne, all that jazz. It was kind of a downer, and I told him that I would have gone to prom with him if I would have been alive then. (We get our kicks out of that sometimes… keep it in your head that we’re 25 years apart.)
Anyways, I had to split and pick up something for lunch. When I came back with the eats, our pad was weirdly quiet. I hollered for Gabe, and then I heard music. I dumped the food in the kitchen, and when I got out to the living room, I was in for a shocker; Gabe was decked out in a suit. I have no clue where he got the threads. I didn’t think he’d ever owned one. It kinda don’t jive with the ponytail, you dig?
So I’m standing there like a dork, and then I clue in to what song is playing; “Can’t Fight This Feeling” by REO Speedwagon, which is “our song.” And dang, if Gabe didn’t sweep me into a slow dance right there in our pad. And then, when the song ended, he sat me down on the couch and served me our drink of choice (blue Gatorade; we’re both on the wagon) in a wine glass and proposed a toast. And then he brought out a picture of tulips that he’d cut out of a magazine. That might sound crazy, but I really dig tulips and I guess that was as close as he could get to a for-real bouquet of them. And then he pulled out a bag of our favorite potato chips as a treat.
Now all that might sound square to you, but for me it was righteously groovy. It was just so us, you dig? Our song, the slow dance, the blue Gatorade, our favorite chips, even paper flowers… it meant a lot, because there was a heavy meaning there.
When we first got together, Gabe and I decided that we would never spend a lot of money on each other or that we wouldn’t go all crazy with big vacations and stuff. The simple stuff just means more, you dig it? We’d take a cruise on some backroads and maybe an ice-cream over a big fancy getaway any day. Like how the ring that cost Gabe ten bucks never comes off my finger and how he keeps a heart-shaped rock in his pocket because I gave it to him.
Simple is always better, and me and Gabe agree that no one ever had a groovier prom than we did!
Monday, 25 May 2015
Greetings beautiful people… you all doing hip? Cool? Groovy?
Gabe and I are having a laid-back week so far… of course, it’s only Monday. Last week, on the other hand, wasn’t so hip… Gabe had to be away for a while (family member with some health stuff going on) and I don’t do too good left alone… he’s not so groovy when he has to leave me either. We ran up a crazy phone bill, calling each other about 20-30 times a day (No fooling!) like we do any time we’re separated. Some people say we’re obsessed in a, like, “unhealthy” way, calling each other so much… like we’re being possessive or some of that junk. But man, we just need to be in contact all the time or we lose it.
What was I rappin’ about… oh yeah, so Gabe blew our joint, and I was getting pretty down. So this one night, when I was getting ready to crash, I went digging in the closet for something warm to wear, since it gets pretty chilly sometimes, you dig? And I dug up an old red sweatshirt/hoodie thing that Gabe’s been wearing since way before I met him. One of those thrift store finds that turns into a gold mine, I guess. Anyways, it sure smelled like him (or his cologne, I guess)!
So I grabbed it and hauled it on… pretty warm and cozy, and his scent all over it kind of make it feel like he was right there with his arms wrapped around me. So yeah, I kept wearing it while he was away… got into the habit of reaching for it before I crashed.
Anyways, he came home, and we were getting ready to crash this one night when I came into the room wearing his hoodie. I guess he was kind of shocked. “Yeah, I’ve been wearing it every night since you went away… kind of makes me feel like you were here, with your smell and everything, you know? Is that cool?”
And he kind of choked up a little. “Yeah, it’s cool… it’s just, when I used to be a kid in high school, I used to dream about having a girlfriend, and I always kind of pictured giving her one of my hoodies and her wearing it around… I never thought it’d actually happen.”
Well then, of course, I kind of choked up myself, ‘cause it melts a girl when her man gets emotional, and I said, “The crazy thing is, I used to imagine having a boyfriend who’d let me wear his hoodies and stuff and like it. And I never imagined that would happen either.”
So then we had one of those little laugh/cry happenings. People think Gabe’s a real rough dude, with the ponytail and everything, but he’s got a real soft heart, and even now he kinda gets this goofy grin when I come out wearing that hoodie, which I pretty much claimed.
So yeah, that was the Great Hoodie Happening… just another way for us cats to get closer and another way to fall in love.
What kind of week have you beautiful folks been having?
Thursday, 14 May 2015
So, like, it’s been a while since we’ve dropped in… Gabe and me have been on a kick lately that I wanted to rap a bit about.
Gabe’s pretty heavy into the health stuff… eating clean, working out, all that. Now, I don’t mind walking around downtown a bit, but Gabe can be pretty persistent when he wants me to try something. So I figured, why not get into some stretches and stuff?
So I started poking around, looking for something that would be a fit for me. Cause, you know, I’m sort of “out there” and I don’t do good with programs of any kind. Reason why I never got into working out. Yeah.
So anyways, I kept coming on these articles and stuff that talked about yoga and stuff. Now, keep in mind that I was raised in a super-religious home. Yoga was a big no, ‘cause of the whole Eastern thing. (church-going cats don’t want nothing to do with Buddha ya’ll.)
But ignoring all the mantras and stuff, I kept seeing all these great exercises that I wanted to try. So then I had to rap with myself, “Are you gonna try this yoga thing or are you going to keep letting prejudice from your kid years keep you tied up?”
Then I remembered a quote I heard years ago, something along the lines of, “everyone’s gotta work out their own salvation.” I’ve said before that I’m cool with Jesus as a spiritual master… heck, even the Buddhists thought so. So I was like, “Why not do yoga and just think about light and love and peace and compassion, like Jesus would’ve, instead of getting into all the Nirvana and “OM” stuff?”
And I gotta say, it’s been going pretty well… I feel more flexible and healthy (plus I love that me and Gabe can do our health thing together) and I discovered a lot of great zen music that I can really jive with. The whole yoga deal is, like, outdoorsy and peaceful and soft and free, which is my type of thing… so yeah, it’s been pretty groovy! I’d say, “give it a try, if you haven’t already.”
I’m even gonna drop one of my favorite tracks here… and no, I don’t do yoga for two hours, I just like having it playing around the house. (And Gabe likes napping to it after he works out, haha)
What about you beautiful people? Yoga or no?
Saturday, 11 April 2015
So a lot of you cats might be wondering how me and Gabe ended up together anyways. How do a 50 year old dude and a 25 year old chick end up in that kind of relationship?
Well, we never started out like that! We met at a local street festival where some friends introduced us. I brought my guitar that day, and we started rapping about the grooviest music out there. Turns out we dig the same stuff. And after that, we just kept running into each other! At the market, at festivals, at art shows; and we’d always end up talking. We have so much in common it’s crazy… almost scary. We like the same music, the same food, the same styles, the same places, whatever.
So we just started chilling together. We used to meet up in different places and just hang. First it was all about the music, since that was how we met, but pretty soon we realized we just had a blast being together. We’d grab a burger or some fries from a stand and just wander around the city, poking in all the weird little shops. We’d jump in his jalopy and go for a ride all over the county, exploring all the backroads, getting stuck on trails, and laughing our heads off. Both of us kind of knew that we had a thing for each other, but it wasn’t really something we talked about.
So this one, day, we were out cruising and Gabe said he had something to tell me. We pulled off the road on this little trail, and he put a song on the player. It was REO Speedwagon playing “I can’t fight this feeling anymore.” And Gabe asked if he could hold my hand while it played. I’ll just drop the song here so you cats can take a listen.
So in the end, Gabe didn’t say much… he didn’t have to. That song became “our song” and we listen to it almost every day. It wasn’t too long after that that we realized we were totally gone on each other, and we couldn’t live without each other. And after that we officially got together.
And we’ve been together now for two years, and we still can’t live without each other.
Tuesday, 7 April 2015
Today was a BAD day for me. Downer. Bummer. Heavy. A drag. The pits. Whatever.
See, I struggle with depression real bad sometimes. Sometimes I can be copacetic for months, but then it hits… today was one of those days. One of those days where you crash and you never want to move again. You cry and slobber snot until you don’t even know who you are anymore. And you wish you were dead.
Yeah, I said it. You can imagine sunshine, but sometimes the tornado hits you in the face, and dude, it sucks. This was the first time it happened in a while. Just out of nowhere, bang-o daddy-o.
At least Gabe was around. I don’t know what I’d do without my man. Before we got together, I’d just crash when those episodes would hit… nothing for it but to wait ‘em out, which could take days.
But Gabe’s cool with that; instead of telling me to chill or get over it, he’s just puttering around our pad, rubbing my back, getting me a drink, getting me in and out of the shower when I’m too flaked to do it myself, holding my hand, rapping about nothing in particular to get my mind off “it.”
I’ve said before how Gabe’s a real beautiful guy… and he knows what depression’s like. Actually, the only person I’ve ever met who understands what it’s like. And we laugh about it because when I’m down, he’s up… when he’s wigging out, I’m the groovy one. One of us is always ready to haul the other one out of “it.”
So today I was moping around, pretty much off my head, telling him he should leave me and all that because I was a real drag… and darned if he didn’t sit there with big crocodile tears rolling down and tell me how he loved me too much to leave me, but if I wanted to go, he’d help me. Made me bawl all over again. What a righteous guy.
So anyways, I chilled after a few hours and we got it settled that no one’s splitting, we’re in this for the long haul. Glad that’s over. I’d just crash and die without my baby around. I mean, I would totally crash. It would kill both of us if we ever had to split up. We read each other’s minds so much it’s freaky. Finishing each other’s sentences and everything. And people totally don’t get it because of the age difference… but hey, love is supposed to be ageless anyways right? At least, with these two cats it is.
And that’s the way it’s gonna stay dudes!!
Monday, 6 April 2015
Church is so full of hate, man. It’s a downer to say it, but man, is it ever true. I mean, I was raised in a pretty religious home. My parents made sure that all six of their kids went to church, mission meetings, VBS, you name it. If it was churchy, we were there. But you know what? Those cats are so full of hate for anyone who’s not exactly like them. Bummer, because the guy they serve, my Man Jesus, is a pretty cool dude… not like his so-called followers.
Me and Gabe found that out when we first got together. I mean, here we are, 25 years apart in age, and it’s like we’d never really lived before we met each other. Gabe’s a real beautiful guy, really laid-back and gentle. But when we tried going into a church, man, everyone flipped out. First cats thought he was my uncle or my old man or something… then they found out we were together, and they kind of went crazy. First it was the nasty looks, then it was the comments… the preacher decided to come down and give us a “talk”…yeah man. No good to preach peace and love if you ain’t living it, is what we say. Wasn’t like we were getting laid or showing up in church wasted or anything. Even if we were, I always thought the establishment was supposed to accept everybody… the rules don’t apply to those cats I guess.
So me and Gabe, we pretty well cut out of church… we prefer hanging with the beautiful people out on the street. Funny, but they treat us nicer than anyone we know. Even our families… mine freaked when I announced that me and Gabe were together. They pretty much don’t speak to us except to argue. Which is pretty sad… Because Gabe adores me and I adore him. We read each other’s minds all the time. I laugh harder with him than I do with anyone else. And we love sneaking away for adventures. We’ll write about ‘em as they happen, because we want the whole world to imagine sunshine instead of letting all those judgemental cats rain on our parade, you dig?
So yeah, the whole church thing has us bummed out… especially because this cat Jesus, is pretty cool (I think.) Don’t call me a Christian though… I don’t want to maintain with those cats. I’m down with having Jesus as my Spiritual Master though… after all, the Christians love him, the Buddhists say he was a wise man, the Muslims call him a Prophet… he’s the one dude that pretty much every religion has in common, so we wanted to check him out, Gabe and I. We’ll blog more about that too.
What do you lovely people think? About church, about Jesus, about love and relationships? No hate/bad vibes, but we’d love some words from you dudes and chicks!