• Retail Therapy

    Monday night, home from SF early, but not yet on our way to Tahoe, I decided to watch the third movie in what I like to call the neuroses trilogy, Going Shopping. The director, Henry Jaglom, has made two other films using very similar style…a storyline that outlines the neuroses affecting some women, interspersed with little snippets of women telling their real feelings on the matter, with much more honesty than you would likely see in real life. The first film in this ‘trilogy’ was Eating, which came out in 1990. I remember liking that film quite a bit, and thinking that the women in it were all pretty much…

  • Vacation, Interrupted…

    (click to enlarge…) …by an evil spider bite…some dirty nasty mean spider bug had the nerve to bite up poor Ted, and his leg got swollen, sore, and infected. So we cut short our time in San Francisco, went to the doctor, took it easy, and we’re leaving a day late for Tahoe…but still going, which is what’s important to us. Now it’s time to relax by that beautiful lake… 🙂 Catch you on the flipside!

  • My Name Is Red

    My Name is Red is a somewhat convoluted murder mystery that takes place in late 16th century Istanbul. The main characters of the story are miniaturists, artists who draw and color the illustrations for books prior to the printing press, when books might be taken apart and rebound in a different sequence, depending upon who is paying for the story that is being told. The Sultan has commissioned a a new book, and he wants part of it to be painted in the new European style, showing things as they appear to people, rather than in the Ottoman tradition of showing the world through the eyes of Allah. For instance,…

  • Groove is in the Heart…

    OK, we’re on vacation, it’s the 30th anniversary of the Summer of Love, and we’re in San Francisco.  I put this post together before leaving, but I’m hoping that vacation feels pretty much like it always feels, and San Francisco feels pretty much like it always feels, which is groovy.  So, to go along with that, here’s a video I remember watching way back when I was in SF, when MTV still played videos.  LOVE IT!  Isn’t the faux french at the beginning…deee-licious? [youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mKTCW4oxS6I[/youtube]

  • Friends to the Rescue

    Way back when we decided to attempt selling our place and moving up to a slightly bigger place, we thought it would happen quickly. Put our place on the market in early May, move in June, go on a well deserved vacation in July. That was the idea, anyway, based on the last two townhouses in our complex, and how long it took them to sell.  However, the market in our specific micro climate has changed drastically, and selling has become a bit of a nightmare. And yet…we still need a vacation. So, here we are, with family visits, school registration, work, etc., all limiting our options for when we…

  • Friday Update

     Hi Bloggy Friends, I’m in Colorado, coming home today.  YAY.  It’s been a very short, intense business trip.  Short, because I flew in on Wednesday for a meeting on Thursday, and I’m flying home today.  Intense, because on Wednesday, while I was flying in, some of my coworkers were in a helecopter crash.  Thank goodness, everyone is OK, and the very shaken up folks who were in the crash left early, and are already safely home.  But needless to say, everyone here is reflecting on how much worse things could have gone for our tiny company, for the families involved, and we’re very thankful that all are unharmed.  And it…

  • How To Fold A Sheet

    Fold A Fitted Sheet With Perfectly Squared Corners I’m out of town for a few days, on a short business trip. Since I have nothing really to say myself, being out of town and all, I’ll tell you that Gina mentioned on her blog the other day that she can’t fold a fitted sheet to save her life. In the comments, chichimama posted the link to this video. If there are any (probably not) readers to my blog who don’t already read Gina’s blog, AND if you give a rat’s ass about how to properly fold a fitted sheet, watch and learn. I couldn’t help but marvel at the beauty…

  • Easy Peasy Chocolate Mousse

    Last summer, the first with me working from home and Maya being here all day for most of the summer, I thought one fun way of keeping her from getting TOO bored would be to cook lunch together every day.  We would learn how to make new things, she would get some mad skilz in the kitchen, and it would be fun.  We cooked two, maybe three things (one of which was mac and cheese from the box).  The problem was that she is indeed my child, and also Ted’s child, and she LOVES to sleep in.  Also, being my child, breakfast when she first wakes up doesn’t really appeal…

  • What’s in a name?

    I was shocked, SHOCKED I’ll tell you, to read over at Bite My Cookie that she does not consider herself a feminist. She said she wouldn’t make a good feminist, because her husband is the breadwinner, while she is at home with the kids, and cooking up an idea for a cookie business, which will be funded at first from money saved from her husband’s job. So, because she loves her husband, she needs him, and doesn’t want to do away with him and do it all on her own, she doesn’t think she would make a good feminist. She’s smart, articulate, well educated, strong willed, opinionated, loving, entrepenurial, motivated…

  • Fun at Mr. Steak

    This is the story that I wrote for Top Blog Mag. I waited a week, and then posted it here, though it shows the same date…Top Blog Mag wants us to lead readers to THAT blog, so I didn’t post here sooner…but it’s a funny story, and I selfishly wanted it to be on my blog. 🙂 I’ll put it in ‘block format’, to show that it was published somewhere else first… Back in 1984, I worked as a waitress at a Mr. Steak restaurant in Stockton, California. To say that the workplace was different then than it is now would be an understatement…or perhaps it was working at a…

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  • Stupidity

    Awhile ago, I signed up to be a blogger over at Top Blog Mag…they have four bloggers a week write posts on one theme. The theme this week is ‘Stupidity”, and if you’re at all interested in finding out what I did that was stupid enough to get me fired from Mr. Steak back in 1984, click on over and check it out.

  • A.T.&T. SUCKS HOLE

    Why, you may ask? Because they lie. Maybe a month or two ago, we received a stupid sales call from AT&T, wanting us to migrate our internet over from a cable modem to their DSL line. They claimed it was just as good, for half the price. Just try it, you’ll like it, and if you don’t, there’s no penalty, just send the DSL box back, and they’ll remove any charges, no harm done. OK, we decided to give it a shot. The box came, we hooked it up, and you know what? IT SUCKED. SLOW like molasses. We took one look at that, and decided, never mind, let’s stick…

  • Notorious

    “Jimmy Stewart is always and indisputably the best man in the world, unless Cary Grant should happen to show up.” That’s a quote from this book, and it came to mind the other night when I watched an old Alfred Hitchcock classic, Notorious, which stars Cary Grant (though not Jimmy Stewart) and Ingrid Bergman. I would have to say that Notorious was DE-LI-CIOUS. I’m not sure how this film came to be in our Netflix queue, but I’m glad it did. Ingrid Bergman plays Alicia Huberman, daughter of a convicted Nazi spy, in 1946. Cary Grant plays Devlin, a U.S. govt. agent who recruits Alicia to fly to Rio and…

  • The House of Mirth – Film Version

    A few months ago, I read The House of Mirth as part of my Winter Classics Reading Challenge. I heard good things about the film, so I added it to my netflix queue. You all know how it is with the queue, right? Things keep getting pushed up top, so something you intended to watch soon gets watched rather later than you had thought. I thought I would watch The House of Mirth soonish after reading the book, but things like Big Love got in the way. Anyway, it finally came last week, and while Maya and Ted washed the dog and had a swim on Sunday, I watched the…

  • I’m a curmudgeon…

    I realized this last night, when Ted and I were talking about what means good service to us…and I said that I miss having my change counted to me. You know, your purchase cost $12.35, and the cashier counts out your change, “that was $12.35, here’s 45, 50, $13.00, $14.00, $15.00, and $5.00 makes twenty.” Gosh, those were the days.  I’d settle for someone telling me that the computerized cash register said my change was $7.65, and counting that to me, rather than just saying, “Here’s your change” and dumping it in my hand.  Also, when you had time to look at your receipt and what was on it before you put…