Tuesday, September 7, 2010

This makes me exceedingly happy: the Slice of Heaven edition.

As part of the Let's Blog Off campaign that's sweeping the blogosphere, today the Madame is indulging in some fantasy which just so happens to be one of my favorite hobbies.  Squeeee!  We're supposed to name the place that is our own slice of heaven but I don't play by the rules because I'm a rebel.  A rebel in pajamas.  A rebel in pajamas and a few too many glasses of wine.   


I have yet to plant a flag in my own piece of heaven on earth because I'm sooo young and if I'd already found it then that would be no fun.  Also if it was only one place then that would really
suck because with my luck it would be some place that requires a 27 hour plane ride, a 2 hour bus ride, a donkey trek up the side of a mountain followed by an impossible test of skill (bicep curls?) and wit (math?) by a shaman all on the day of a special astrological even that only happens once every 68.5 years.  My diary would read like a J. Peterman catalog.  It'd be pretty hard to recreate that a few times a year when I want to get away so I dial it back to places that are within the means of a Sunday kind of madame.  My slice of heaven is simple - it just has to be any place that serves something that tastes like this:



Or smells like this:
we heart it


Or feels like this:
here




Breathes with possibility like this:




Let's me learn (ahem... nap) like this:
we heart it


Has a soul (or ghost?!) like this:
Divine Decadence


Any place while turtle-dovin to this:  
Hell - riding bitch in an old pickup, listening to a fiddle, anyplace where I can hear this song, anywhere described in the song or anywhere from the video.  Fuck yeah three day weekend. 




On a blanket under this: (Dixieland Delight optional but doesn't hurt)
we heart it




Tells a story like this:
Courtesy of the madame floating by on the Ganges...


FUCK!!!  This whole thing reads like a redneck Eat, Pray, Love but you get the idea.  Ok now go check out all the other people and their heavens.  Bet they are a lot nicer than mine... heavenly fuckers.

21 comments:

  1. The simplest pleasures are those that deliver the most dependably. Your list is non-stop gratifying. We heart it and raise you ten. This is my kinda travel budget. By default. But it's nobody's fault, really. It's all good.

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  2. Nick - I think you mean Best. Song. Ever!! ; )

    Rich - If you can value the simplest pleasures you are a king (or madame) in heaven every day! Thank you for the comment and I send risotto dreams your way!

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  3. I like your soundtrack choice, for me I think it would be "Lay Lady Lay" by Bob Dylan - kinda similar but more Louisiana bordello.

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  4. Ahhh good one Heather! I have a weakness for 80's country - and they do mention "Tennessee byways" in the song so... ; ) Hope you're enjoying some little piece of heaven where you are!

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  5. And would a slice of heaven even exist without reading a blog like http://modernsauce.blogspot.com while listening to Dixieland Delight? F-no, it would not :-)

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  6. Awww... you're sweet to come slummin over to the MS today Rufus. ; ) Thank you kindly for your comment as I'm always excited to meet another person who appreciates a fiddle. Hey wait a minute... I'm not being set up here am I?! DANG!!

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  7. Awww... you're sweet to come slummin over to the MS today Rufus. ; ) Thank you kindly for your comment as I'm always excited to meet another person who appreciates a fiddle. Hey wait a minute... I'm not being set up here am I?! DANG!!

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  8. I think you cussed somewhere in your post. I'll have to go back and check. While I'm doing that, can you please make me some breakfast? No bacon. And play me "Little Torch Key" by McKinley & Beggs. By the way, those fireworks go off in my head every time I read your posts 'cause you are on fire! Techno-Sauce!

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  9. I can neither confirm nor deny any cussing on this damn blog. Yeaaaaahhh "Techno-Sauce" hold the bacon. ; )

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  10. That risotto looks like the BOMB. Life, baby! You're still wet behind the ears!

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  11. ahhhh... carbs. I'm so easy to please!

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  12. Madame my dear, you shore did plant a flag.. a whole bevvy of them, multi-flag planting. as a saucy sauce deserves. theres a flag here for every purpose under heaven. mabye you know that turn, I mean tune. keep adding some spice to the clouds. cindy @urbanverse

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  13. Yeah I'm such a (pajama) rebel that I'm a multi-flag planter! In yo face solitary flags!! Bwahahahahaha!!! Cheers to you while I refill the sauce and add some more spice to the clouds. Thank you for your comment! ; )

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  14. You read my mind. The whole time I was escaping along with you, I kept thinking "Hot Damn! This is like a redneck Eat Pray Love!" And so it was. You have a way with words madame.

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  15. In my defense I didn't set out for it to be a redneck Eat, Pray, Love it just happened! DON'T JUDGE ME!!! But at least I don't need all the merchandising tie ins... ; )

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  16. No judgment! Your Suwanee Sojourn is authentic, unlike that Eat Pray Love pablum.

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  17. "Suwanee Sojourn" is the best thing I've heard in a long time! Thanks Paul!

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  18. Suwanee Sojourn sounds like a Stephen Foster ode as opposed to some insolent noise from Gretchen Wilson. I want a royalty if you use Suwanee Sojourn as the title for your memoirs. Anais Nin has nothing on Madame Sunday. Hah!

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  19. I'm sorry...could you repeat that? I didn't get anything past the word bacon.

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  20. Sorry, I don't actually remember what I wrote after bacon.

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