Musings
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Sexy is…
You Are Independent Sexy You drive men crazy with your “playing hard to get act” Except, it’s really not an act at all. You’re a strong, sexy woman with her own life and interests. And that makes men even more interested in you! What Kind of Sexy Girl Are You? I saw this over at Confessions of a Sophisticated Writer…she’s bad girl sexy, which sounds all cool and stuff, but I guess Independent Sexy isn’t so bad, either. Independent Sexy reminds me of back when I was in the 5th grade, and we had some pretty white trashy neighbors, and the husband thought I was cool because I didn’t take…
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Blogs That Make Me Think
I’m both flattered (three days in a row of being flattered! It’s INSANE!) and a little bit annoyed. Flattered, because my wonderful mom, Maya’s Granny, has tagged me for a Blogs that Make Me Think meme, and thus awarded me with a Thinking Blogger Award. How cool is that? Amazing. I’ll confess to being a tiny bit annoyed though, because three of the blogs that make HER think are ones that she probably started reading in the first place because they were on MY blogroll. She shouldn’t get to use Angry Black Bitch, Brilliant At Breakfast, and Echidne of the Snakes, should she? She should leave them to me, right?…
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Happy Friday the 13th!
Many people consider Friday the 13th to be a very unlucky day, the kind of day when it’s probably best to stay home with your head under the pillow. Well, maybe not UNDER, because then, being Friday the 13th, you would probably suffocate. In my family, however, Friday the 13th is considered to be a lucky day. Perhaps we’re rebels, or perhaps we’re demon spawn, which puts us at odds with everyone else, but regardless of these possibilities, we do. The reason that Friday the 13th is a lucky day dates back to when I was in the 5th grade. Back then, in the days before direct deposit and so…
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Fat
I watched a show on PBS last night called, “Fat: What No One is Telling You“. I thought it was a pretty interesting show, and one that many people might have a few things to teach many of us. From the website: FAT: What No One Is Telling You explores the myriad psychological, physiological and environmental factors that can make it so tough to shed pounds and keep them off. In this documentary, Executive producer Naomi Boak and producer/director Tom Spain, both Emmy Award honorees, share new scientific knowledge about hunger, eating, and human metabolic operation. This film also explains our psychological responses to food, and shows how external pressures…
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Oh crap…
Curses to Cherry and Big Sis, because they both told me how awesomely good these little suckers are. So, in a fit of salty craving, off I went to Bev Mo, and I bought a bag of Spicy Thai Kettle Chips. And then I ate it. Yes, the whole bag. Part before dinner, as a snack, and part after dinner, as another snack. I don’t need anyone to tell me that an entire bag of chips is more than a snack. Kettle Chips bags aren’t as big as Ruffles or Lays or anything, but still….a whole bag. Oh.My.God. They’re that good. Better than Cheetos. Chee informed me that they have a…
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House Flipping…
One reason I STILL haven’t finished Madame Bovary is that I’ve been ignoring poor Emma in favor of TLC. My latest addiction, after Take Home Chef and What Not to Wear, is Flip That House. I enjoy watching them tear a place apart and put it back together, and find out how much they’re going to make on it…which is always a lot of money considering the amount of time they put into the deal. Like maybe $80k in two months. Nice, huh? Yeah, I’m a big loser failure in that department, clearly. I do find myself wondering, however, if these deals ever go bad? At the beginning of the…
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Smells…
 The other day, after getting dressed, I sprayed a bit of perfume on, and then went in to wake Maya. She sleepily said, “It smells like mama in here”. Very cute. I love that she identifies the smell of my perfume (Eternity Purple Orchid) with me, and then I noticed that I’m almost out of said perfume, which sucks. Gonna have to get some more, I guess. She also has mentioned the sound of mama, which, when it’s not me yelling at her or saying, GET OUT OF BED, is the sound my bangle bracelets make when I walk. That felt cozy for some reason, too. But the perfume comment…
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Dear Me, 1981 – 1987 version
I tried this two weeks agp, and I liked the idea. So here I’m trying with a slightly younger, much more insecure version of me. Again, the original idea came from here. Dear Me, I hesitate to give you advice, to warn you of the pains and slights that you will suffer, for I wonder how much of who I am now comes from the lessons learned due to these slights, and the resulting pain. I like who I am now, I like that I am sympathetic, loving, and caring. And yet, somehow, I hope that I would still be these things without these hardships, that they are part of my…
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Stupid Allergies
I’m grumpy and allergic this morning.  Blech. Usually Py is the member of our household who suffers from allergies, but I started yesterday, and it’s yucky. I’ve taken everything I can take, got the windows sealed up, the air purifier on…as soon at it hits 70 degrees in here, I’m turning on the a/c. That usually helps, too. So I was griping (so much for a complaint free world, huh?) about allergies to the admin at Maya’s school this morning, and she gave me a tip that her husband tried this year, and seems to help him. It’s too late to try it for us, but next year, I’m giving…
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Are you who you want to be?
My friend Cherry likes the TLC show, Shalom in the Home, and has suggested that I might like it as well. So, I plopped myself down last week to watch it. The premise is that a family that is having problems writes to the Rabbi, and he goes and stays there for a week, trying to help them figure things out. Kind of like Supernanny or One Week to Save Your Marriage. This episode was one where it was a bit more than the Rabbi could handle. It was a family trying to help their teen daughter to cope with her anorexia. If only that were something you could heal…
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J & Curtis Sitting in a Tree…
Saturday, we hopped on BART and went to San Francisco to see Curtis Stone. (To see the coolio video Ted put together for me, click here) He was signing cookbooks at Williams Sonoma on Union Square, and Ted and Maya were willing to indulge me in seeing my boyfriend in real life. 🙂 He’s mighty tall, and he forgot to shave, and from what we could see, he seems like a very genuine and nice person. YAY! So then, of course, I told Maya that was her future step-father. She was happy about the money and fame, but not too thrilled about me and Ted not being married anymore…but then…
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Friday Five…Food Edition
1. Cute cake, huh? Laluna made one for Maya last year, with little tiny Oreos on it, which inspired me to put little cookies on the cake, rather than trying to make little flowers or leaves or something fancy. I almost bought a cake platter thingie to present it on, just so it would look nice for the blog. But I have no room in my tiny condo kitchen for a cake platter thingie, so even though the colors in our dish pattern totally don’t match the cake, just go with it, OK? 2. I made chocolate chip muffins (Betty Crocker, same as my cake…no recipe from me, follow the…
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Etiquette
I like to read Miss Manners’ column in my local newspaper. I like how she explains the rules of etiquette, and what they’re for. Etiquette can sometimes seem arbitrary and confusing, but mainly it’s a set of rules that helps us disparate humans to get along together, without offending each other or hurting each other’s feelings. For example, a gentle reader writes in, asking how they should best go about telling their neighbor that their new painting is crass and ugly, or perhaps that cousin Bertha’s new baby looks amazingly like a small chimpanzee, and really, isn’t it my DUTY to let them know how I feel? Isn’t honesty the…
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Dear Me…
The idea for this post comes from Miscellanous Mum, and I’m very sorry to say that I’m not positive where I first saw it. (Edited to add, I believe I first saw this on Ginger’s blog, Stuck On Survive. Thanks, Ginger!) It’s a nice idea, though…you write a letter to yourself, the you from the past, and post it for the world to see. I’ve been thinking about this for awhile, trying to decide which me needs my help the most. 😉 I’m going to go for 1987 me, I think. Dear 1987 J, Welcome to San Francisco, to the city you’ve always loved, the place you’ve always wanted to…
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What About Prom?*
Prom time is here…going to the bridal salon with Cherry, we saw many young girls trying on dresses, full of anticipation and hope of what this special night might mean. Hoping to dance and have fun with their boyfriend, see all of their friends, have a great time. For some it will mean drinking, or drugs, or sex, or all of the above. For others, it will mean just going and having a good time. For some, it will mean expectations set too high, a fantasy of a perfect night, dashed by the reality of a crappy dinner and sore feet from too-pointy prom shoes. But for me, seeing the…