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CLEARLY I need to start swearing more around here.
UPDATE Py checked, and he’s rated “G” too. Jefito, however, got more daring results: Which of course, is why all the cool kids want to hang out on his site. But if they’re under 17, they can’t get in, even if their parents are all lax and shit. (Do you think that helped, that I said ‘shit’? Do you think it helped that I said it twice in a row? PG maybe?)
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Wordless Wednesday III
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Wordless Wednesday II
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Wordless Wednesday I
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Get Your Feet OFF THE….
I found this picture at MoCo Loco.com. Ginger’s post the other day about the difference between barbeque and a cook-out made me think of some other regional terms, as well as some that might just depend on the era in which one grew up. For example, a sofa has several other names: Davenport, Settee, Chesterfield, and Couch are the ones that come to my mind. My grandpa used to call it a Davenport or a Chesterfield, and he was born in Oklahoma, but came to California as a young man, so I’m not sure where that came from. I grew up saying ‘soda’ when I wanted a soda. The CEO…
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Cloud Atlas
Wow. That’s the word I have for this book, just Wow. For a little background, I picked this book up quite awhile ago, probably at my favorite San Francisco bookstore, Green Apple Books. Green Apple is one of those independent bookstores where the smart and savvy employees write little comments on a note card, tempting you to make purchases you might not have otherwise made. Thus it was with me, and I made the purchase, brought the book home, put it in my TBR pile, and promptly forgot about it. Months later, I picked it up, and started in. Chapter one was kind of boring, and I gave up and…
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Wedding Day!
Today is the day when our dear friends, Cherry and Eric, are getting married. (No, this isn’t their cake…I found this picture here.) So far, it looks like she couldn’t have asked for better weather…it can be kind of hot here in late June, or, conversely, we can get some of that SF fog, and it can be downright chilly. Looks like mostly sunny skies, and smiles all around. I hope that everything comes out wonderfully today….they have been planning this day for months now, and I want it all to be just right for them. But even if the cake doesn’t look how it’s supposed to look, or if…
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Asking Permission
Yesterday’s parenthetical about my ex-coworker (circa 1990) saying he was surprised that Ted ‘let me’ buy floral sheets got me thinking…thinking about the way that couples communicate, and how power struggles come into so many relationships. The idea that I should only buy masculine sheets, because Ted’s virility might somehow be at stake if he slept on floral sheets is insane. The idea that he should only buy floral sheets because I might defect or something on solids or stripes is also insane. It reminds me of a couple we know. I’ll call them Bill and Meg, which aren’t their real names, just in case they ever should come across…
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Yummy New Sheets
 Anyone who has ever been shopping for new sheets knows, it can be a tricky project. I remember once going to buy sheets, and not even knowing about thread counts and so on…I came home, put them on the bed, and that night was pure torture…it was like sleeping on sandpaper. (We won’t even get into a discussion about my then-coworker, who was surprised that Ted “let me” buy floral sheets…I said, “Ted doesn’t ‘let me’ do anything. I buy what I want. If he wants more manly sheets, he can buy them.” Really, I hadn’t considered whether Ted would like them or not…we had just moved in together,…
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Memories Meme
(Yellow Dawn, by artist Ken Bushe. Find more of his work here.) I saw this short meme on Lotus Reads and Stealthybean recently, and thought it was a kinda nice one…list three memories from your early childhood. I don’t know about you, but I don’t remember a lot of my early childhood…images, glimpses of moments that were transitory and are now lost…but I’ll try for a few anyway, OK? Here goes. I remember waking early one morning, before anyone else, and looking out the windows, and the whole sky was yellow. The whole wall was windows, it seems to me, so the view was pretty spectacular. Most of my sky…
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Busy Busy Busy…
These last few weeks have been SO busy….the kind of weeks when you realize how much quieter your life would be without children. We had a parent appreciation potluck, which I was inclined to skip, but they were having a play about mother earth, and Maya was playing a member of the Boston Tea Party, so who can skip that? There was an end of year potluck at girl scouts, where they received their bronze award (boy, the girls worked HARD for that one…very proud). There was a talent show at school, in which Maya performed a dance number with her best friend (I have been forbidden from posting video,…
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Blogging Rocks!
Want to know why? In addition to getting to ‘meet’ all of you wonderful people, some of whom I feel like have become friends, all of whom I really enjoy reading and ‘knowing’ a bit, sometimes, you get cool stuff! I recently won a drawing over at Lotus Reads, and was awarded a book as a prize. The book I won is titled, My Name Is Red, and it turns out that it won the Nobel Prize in Literature, which makes it eligible for my Book Awards Reading Challenge. Double Plus Good! So, I’m adding it to my list as an alternate, which is pretty handy, since most of my books…
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Happy Father’s Day!
To all the dads out there, but especially to the three best dads I know, Ted (this picture is him the day Maya was born, and I’m thinking by that smile, he’s one happy, happy guy, huh?), Dad (My dad, Maya’s Gramps) and Danny (Ted’s dad, Maya’s Granddad). To all the dads out there, I hope you know how special you are, and how much you are loved by your families.
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Impressions from the Police Concert
(Photo courtesy of kk+, found on flickr) Yay! They opened with an AWESOME rendition of Message in a Bottle. That ROCKED. How is it that Sting still looks pretty good these days? Andy’s looking kind of old, but Sting really doesn’t, and he’s 55years old! Could it be that tantric sex thing? Or the yoga? Hmmm. Andy kind of acts like he would rather be playing a bit harder, what with all of the fancy fast fingerwork. Ted tells me when the Police were first forming, they were told that they played too well, and if they wanted to be accepted as ‘punk’ they needed to grind it out a…
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Drink me Wallaby Squash, Mate….
Does anyone but me remember Koogle? According to Wikipedia, it came out in 1971, and was discontinued sometime during the 70s. Gosh, I loved this stuff. Chocolate flavored peanut butter. What’s not to love about that? I’m not sure why we were allowed to buy this stuff, since we weren’t allowed to buy ‘sugar cereal’, but why ask? Just be happy and eat your Koogle. Look at the ingredients…is partially hardened vegetable oil the same thing as partially hydroginated vegetable oil? Hmmm. My mom and I were talking the other day, and we were remembering these raisin cookies that we used to like, but which are no longer available in…