I am easily distracted by silly movies...

So my pal Zedlie from up the street called tonight and got Jethro on the phone as I was yelling my kids into bed. (Yes, Jethro was home at bedtime!)

She told him that Heidi needs to pick up the current Rolling Stone magazine.




And then, being her awesome self, informs him "I think I'm starting to get it, this whole Johnny thing. Yeah I'm starting to figure it out. I'm thinking it might be over between Johnny and Heidi, because I think Johnny's gonna be into me from now on!"

Ok those of you who don't get it...come back on Monday. No wait, Tuesday would be better.

Those of you who get it, stick around for a minute ok? I'm up past my bedtime and kind of delirious with fatigue so bear with me here...

LOOK AT THAT COVER PHOTO.

Here, let me just show it to you again...



Isn't Johnny beautiful? Seriously. I mean, other than that he looks almost exactly like Jethro. (snicker snicker)

Who else can wear a facial expression that somehow mixes confident, sneaky, and serene at the same time? I swear he gets better with age, and it's not just looks, it's...like, experience and living and...did I mention that I'm really tired and I should go to bed and get some sleep?

For real, this is the kind of guy you could imagine sitting at a table with drawing cartoons.

Ok so Heidi thinks Johnny Depp is really great, blah blah blah. Now we must shift our attention to his buddy there. KEEF.

Keef and my dad are the same age. Yep, born on the exact same day. Every time I think of this co-incidence I am reminded how good lookin my ol man is and how a life spent working outside or in a barn or in a garage is really much healthier in the long run that a life of...being KEEF.

Seriously. One more look.



Incredible.

People, LOOK AT HIS EYES. They are going in DIFFERENT DIRECTIONS. He looks totally bats**t CRAZY.

Of course he does...he's KEEF RICHARDS.

The man is an icon. I admit I was all the way Zeppelin rather than Stones BUT STILL when you look up ROCK STAR in the dictionary, you see his scary face. At least you do in my dictionary. Look at him, he looks like he's been sandblasted. Incredible. Like, if that face could talk...what stories it would tell!

Keef is like a treasure. He's a living legend. Well, actually, I'm not sure about the living part...didn't he die once? Or twice?

And the hands. Holy. Look at 'em. All gnarled and veiny. Fascinating.

I'm not kidding people, those eyes of his are totally gee-haw. Even my pug has straighter eyes! He's amazing and I can hardly tear my eyes away.

Anyways. I'm tired, the kids and dog are in bed, Jethro's out for some quick listen to the thing at the studio place with some thing that he has to listen to and I'm throwing a big movie watching birthday party on Sunday...

(I might have to bring Zedlie.)


I didn't write about writing this week and I didn't write about riding this week but....



I was kinda distracted.