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They’re Tempting Me…
We’re going on vacation in a few days, and this means…no blogging. We don’t have a laptop, and unless we decide to beg use of my dad’s computer (which isn’t beyond the realm of possiblity, but might be seen as sort of rude…) or we shell out $$$ at an internet cafe (also not beyond any possibility realms, I hate to admit…), we’re going to be incommunicado with the bloggy-verse. Which is just horrid to me. Here I was, minding my own business, and then I fell in love with blogging…sigh. And, just to taunt me, my spam mailbox is full, FULL of offers like this one, test drive a…
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Stupid Human Tricks
Cherry and I were discussing the time I murdered a salmon in Alaska…I was telling her that my SIL and I hit the fish in the head with a rock, hoping that would be kinder than leaving the poor fish to flop around and suffocate in the open air. This brought up the topic of suffocation for pleasure…how some people like to suffocate themselves just to the point of almost losing consciousness, because it gives them a high. This reminded me of a very stupid trick my girlfriend Neva and I used to do, when we were in the 6th or 7th grade. I don’t know where we got the…
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How To Be Annoying….
Back in my sordid days as a front desk clerk at a fancy hotel in SF, (OK, they weren’t really sordid…I just say that to give myself street cred) I had a VERY annoying coworker whom I shall call Biff, because, well, his name was Biff. Really, his name was Jason, but he went by Biff. Why anyone with a perfectly good name like Jason would go by Biff is beyond me. Maybe there were too many Jasons in the family, and that was his family’s way of telling them all apart. Maybe they read too much Superman. (Wasn’t there a character named Biff in the Superman comics?) Anyway, in…
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Our Weekend So Far
Yesterday, Maya had a pretty cool art class, where they got to learn some cartooning skills from a Pixar animator. She really liked it. Ted and I took the opportunity to go see Scoop, which is the newest Woody Allen movie. Ted LOVES Woody Allen. I like him OK, but not like Ted does. That’s ok, I’m game for a good movie now and again. 😉 At one point during the film, however, I discovered that my husband has become an old man. I’m not sure exactly when it happened, but the evidence came forward when Woody Allen was asked what his religion was…he said “”I was born into the…
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My French is, How You Say, Tres’ Mal
I work at a small ‘virtual company’, and by this I mean that we all work from home and communicate mostly via email, sometimes via telephone. The company wasn’t always like this, but some of my coworkers have always been in other parts of the country, and we are mostly on an email basis. One of the VPs, whom I shall call ‘D’, for some reason emailed me once using a word or two in French. I don’t know if that was the start of our French email relationship or if something I said triggered him, but I went along with it. I went online, found a free translator, and…
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Want to Go Back in Time?
Do you like 80’s movies? More importantly, do you love 80’s movie music? If the thought of the Breakfast Club soundtrack gets your heart racing, hop on over to Py Korry’s site. C-Lo came up with a great Mix Six, and you can relive your miss-spent youth and bad hair decisions in style.
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Chicken Avocado Tortilla Soup
Here’s a new recipe we tried the other night…not new, actually, but new to us. It’s in the same Sunset Magazine as this recipe. By the way, we had a lovely lunch with Pat (he that I mentioned on his birthday wish post) and other lovely folks on Monday, and I made the same tomato and bread crumb pasta again. Still yummy. Pat, in lieu of flowers, brought heirloom tomatoes and champagne. And cake. To his own birthday celebration! So, Tuesday night, we had this soup for dinner, along with some arugula and Pat’s heirloom tomatoes. Very yummy. Seems like the soup might work with tofu instead of chicken for…
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How to raise a child/Save a marriage
The other night I was up too late, watching stupid TV, and I saw two shows back to back that made me realize that we know a lot more than we think we know. First, I watched Supernanny, and then I watched One Week to Save Your Marriage. The moral of both shows, it seemed, was communication, consistency, kindness, and fun. If you haven’t seen Supernanny, you should probably watch it at least once (and once is enough, really, because it’s always the same). Just so you can laugh and feel all superior, because these kids are such beasts. They hit their parents and call them names. They beat up…
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Do Your Kids Eat Only Crap?
I have issues with this stuff. Not for the maybe 2% of children who really need it…I know of some families with children who simply WILL NOT EAT, and they must resort to drastic measures to get nutrients into their children. Believe me, if your child is this way, I feel your pain, and I’m NOT talking about you here. Nor am I talking about the children with health conditions that mean they must go on a temporary liquid diet while they recover. This stuff is probably perfect for that. But the way this stuff is marketed, and the way I suspect it is most often used, it’s a supplement…
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Post Waste
If you’re going to let your beautiful 16 year old daughter, who for some reason only LOOKS 10, get married…you may want to make sure you meet the groom before the big day. Otherwise, he may turn out to be only 6, and you’ve spent all of this money on something really weird and creepy. That’s what I learned from my dream this morning. Hope it helps you out in YOUR real life situations. Actually, no, I hope you NEVER need this advice. 😉
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Enough Light Banter!
While listening to my beloved iPod last week, walking the dog, enjoying “To the Best of Our Knowledge”, these questions were raised: What do you live for? What would you die for? What would you kill for? The answers were interesting. Most folks said they lived for their families, would die for their families ,and kill for their families. Some folks said they lived for art and love, would die for their ideals, and wouldn’t kill for anything. Me? I’m not sure. I’ve thought about it quite a bit over the last few days, and here are my answers, some lighthearted, some not so much: I live for: Kisses from…
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Churning….
Ever have one of those days when your insides are just all jumbled, and you feel tense, and although nothing bad really happens to you, you’re pretty much ready to snap? No, me neither, but if they DID, I wouldn’t be a fun person to be around, and I wouldn’t want to be my husband or my child. 😉 A bit more seriously, there was a time not long ago when I felt like this much of the time…tense, on edge, pretty much unable to relax. I decided to take a yoga class to try to help me through this problem…maybe if I could find the right class, one that…
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Permanent Collection
Saturday was one of those lovely grown up evenings, when you realize that the whole world isn’t focused on kid things…I mean, I am home with Maya every day, and the blogs I read are mostly mommy blogs, so my life is very much kid focused. I wouldn’t change that…I love her madly and love the life that I have because of being a mother. Still. There are times when a parent, when a couple, needs to get out and remember a bit of what life was like before there were kids in the picture. And really, Maya’s happier when she’s not along on such ventures, because she finds them…
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Sometimes I Read My Spam…
And I get gems like this, which kind of makes me wonder if this is a frustrated writer, making a living finding ways to get past spam filters so the stupid stock they are trying to get me to buy or whatever since I never actually GO to the sites, so maybe it’s something else entirely…anyway, some of this stuff is so bad it’s good, and here’s one damn fine example of that. Taken directly from a spam to my work email account, and only edited to remove the stock info. but I could go with you. He held onto one thought – she was going to lift him into…
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Congratulations, Achebe!
Our 20 year old Volvo passed a major milestone on Friday….he went from 199,000 miles over to 200,000! It’s kind of like his birthday or something! If he were human, I’d buy a cake. But, since he’s a car, I’ll just say, “Good Going, Achebe!” (And yes, he was named for the famous Nigerian author, Chinua Achebe…I read a book of his in grad school (Things Fall Apart) and I was pretty blown away by how DIFFERENT it was from the other things I was reading, and I always liked the name. I hope the author isn’t insulted that I named a car after him…I mean, Ted named his mom’s…