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I've moved! You guys are the best - all the archives have been moved over as well, so please update your sites accordingly. Or not - you know, whatever floats your boat.

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A Poll for the three of you: Would you follow me (meaning: update your links, etc) to WordPress? Tell me true, now.

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A little while ago, I wrote a post about someone making the grave error of displaying thoughtless, unfounded cruelty to my family. To re-cap: Someone said mean, untrue things to me about Scott. I calmly left the scene, went home, waited a couple of days, and wrote them a point-by-point lesson of how they made a mistake, and exactly what to put where if they thought they had a leg to stand on at

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Did I mention that our girls (from the last post - the ones who left on Monday afternoon) came back on Wednesday night? It seems we are such *lovely hosts and the cats are sooo cute** that they just couldn't wait to come back - which was great fun, if not the optimal way in which to get work done in a timely manner. The fact we have a friend who looks more than a bit like thissurely, had nothing

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No sooner did we get back from our trip when I got a call from a friend from England (Isle of Wight) saying she was here, at last. Hooray! I haven't seen Helen since we met her on our trip to Denmark three years ago, but we've been in touch electronically ever since. Helen and her friend from Arizona, Alicia, spent Saturday night through yesterday with us. Playing SB tour guide for new people is

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Overheard on Mainstreet, USA (Disneyland) tonight (while waiting for firework show to start):Brat Kids (who were probably over-tired and hopped up on sugar): "We don't waaaaannnna watch the stupid fireworks. Why can't we go onnn a riiiiide?"Harried Dad (who had dragged his kids' ungrateful little asses around all day long and was bound and determined to have a good time, dammit): "Stop

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People...people..what has the world come to? Express is now advertising, on their front page, a mini-dress that you can 'wear over jeans, wear over leggings --", hold the phone here.. did they just suggest, nay, twice over condone and encourage the wearing of mini-dresses OVER LEG-COVERING-type garments? Call me old-fashioned, but as I recall, wearing baby-doll shirts (mini dresses circa 2007 =

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"Don't screw with my family, you nosy little trespassing baggage, you!" What does this tale of ursine homeownership have to do with anything, you ask me? Put it this way: When Japan bombed Pearl Harbor, Yamamoto was reported to have said that they'd wakened a sleeping giant. When someone makes me mad, it is a bad, bad idea. You know, without getting to Soprano-esque about things - its just that

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You may have read that Holly and Janet are turning 27 this week? - Let's all say it together: "OohHHhh my gahhhhd.....Tweeeeennnnnteeeee ssseeeeevennn - ooooOOOOOOoooohh that is OLLD! I know of what I speak, being an entire two months and change ahead of them. Seriously - I've been blissfully savoring every moment of my, ahem, MID-twenties, right up till the other day. There were not one, but

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I'd like to say my dearth of posting is a direct result of my general sloth and malaise, but in truth, I've just been to busy having fun. And working. Mostly working, but let's not talk about that, o.k.? I'd like to celebrate, because this is my 300th post here. Three hundred posts. Yeah! Party hats and noisemakers for everyone.Wednesday I had a meeting at one of my favorite locations - Scott

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How to Embarass Yourself in Public:Walk to and from post office for work, fresh air, chance to wear tank top in January, making Important phone calls en route and thereby distracting self from normal things like walking and listening to iPod.Forget to visit store dut to stupid Important phone calls, double back in mid-block.Stop to pet a really cute dog. Pet the dog and coo over her for a minute

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Last night we were lounging around the house for the thousandth time, purposeless and without plans for the evening. For whatever reason (I hate winter, even though we don't have 'real' winter here, contemplation of enduring the whole useless crave/cramp/misery cycle of woe for absolutely no reason...for twenty more years, January twenty-fourth, the troll infestation and poor spelling of Santa

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First off, this post is totally gender-divided, with the first bit primarily for the ladies and the next for the gents. My apologies to the feminist movement, any guys out there who are planning their weddings and ...everyone else. I think it's also a testament to the (potential) power of blogging, linking, commenting and sometimes, just screwing around with the Google.That being said: As a

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Scott just called me over to say: "It is SNOWING in Malibu." Let me repeat that:It is SNOWING in Malibu.I wonder how the CHP or whoever got a snow plow out there so fast. Last March it snowed on our "Riviera", but snow .... in... Malibu? Fuggetaboutit!

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Wow, it sure is nice to be home - thanks for all your helpful hints, everyone! Well from theaccordian players to the Grand Canal shops (this is what it looks like at midnight or 2 am, people...way to seriously mess with your circadian rhythms!) to the fine dining, we had a blast! Some highlights of our trip included: Eating an amazing breakfast here at Bouchon (sister resturant to Napa's famous

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Hello everyone! This is a quick live post from FABULOUS LAS VEGAS! Courtesy of the (gorgeous) Venetian hotel and its' high-speed internet. Do y'all have any more suggestions? Helpful hints? Tips? Treasures of the deep? De-lurkage? (anonymous who just commented....a-hem...you're welcome back any time!)Summary of last night and today coming later...In the meantime,....Comments, yo! COMMENTS!

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Phone call from today:Maya: "Hello, papa!"Dad: "Hello (absurd nickname that I cannot divulge, for fear of being mocked by The Internet forever)!....How's your toilet doing?" (Genial chuckle turns into whoop of mirth at my plumbing woes)Maya: "Great....the carpet finally dried out, so we finally got to turn off the fans." (Frantically trying to think of any entries that might disturb Parental

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I've got a brilliant-beyond-brilliant idea for the next presidential candidate. All you hopefuls, please feel free and steal this phrase and use it as the catch-phrase to sum up your entire campaign: I'm not him. That is all, please go on with your day.Edited to add: Totally unrelated, but: This is too good not to share! Special thanks to Chiada for this one.

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Three fairly pointless items, which are related to the parts where you are welcome to imagine us running amok in our house in classic slapstick fashion.Thing #1: Maytag blue cheese atop a slab of home-made corn bread is really, really good - this may not be news to any of you, but the contrast between the lightly sweet corn flavor and the pleasantly pungent blue is deee-licious!Thing #2: I've

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I have it on good authority that this week is National De-Lurking Week (A-HEMM!!). So...I propose a new sort of commenting, as follows:First commenter gets to start the topic with one true and one false thing about themselves, plus one question for the next poster.Next commenter tries to pick the true thing (more interesting that way), answers the question above, posts their own true/false, and

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What to do when your husband is sadly, desperately, truly, ill with The Flu of Death, oh hell no You Will Not Give it to Me, or I will be forced to kill you with this bottle of Airborne.Briefly escape for a massage, watch friends' kids. Take children to a mall for strategic spoiling purposes. Have friends' daughters' ears pierced with horridly presh-shous pink studs. Applaud her bravery (not a

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I did not accomplish one single thing today. I'm planning on checking my email and have of course made and fielded some calls, but other than that, nada. The remains of the makings of last nights' amazing low-fat apple crisp* are still in the sink. Laundry is emphatically not being folded or put away. (Yet I find myself writing...how telling, no?)*Recipe for amazing low-fat apple crisp: Do the

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What can I say? The Walk was beyond awesome - a little tip to all of you (cough, cough, youknowwhoyouare) who missed it. I am sorry to report that: you MISSED it! Here, though, I've got a short re-cap:8:45-9:15 - I lie in bed, text messaging my friend Jen and encouraging her to come with us, despite her being unprepared. Contemplate warmth of bed, cats, husband, ceiling, going back to sleep. Pray

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Wow, we are the very pinnacle of excitement over here, aren't we? What with the heater hissing away, a glass of wine, two cats and the Lake- Hey! I can hear you starting to snore. Scott treated us to a lovely surprise yesterday - a flat screen t.v.! It's a considerable upgrade from the behemoth he's had for the last fourteen years or so. With the addition of a new, smaller corner unit for our

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Death March 2007 is tomorrow. Here's to the hope of another mostly sunny day...Seriously, wish me Tomorrow is another day like today, only warmer, will ya? If not, I'm going to have a crowd of chilly, grumpy people slogging along through the sand, silently cursing me and wishing they'd gone to the movies instead. Adding to my trepidations about the weather is the fact that we'll have the

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I am not one for the making, to say nothing of the keeping, of resolutions - New Year's or any other time of year. However, I am all for having something to look forward to - when I was little, one of my favorite things to do was to make paper chains, meant to count down to something, anything. Looking forward to a vacation, an event, a day...anything, was key.First, out came the safety scissors,

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LOCK. LOCK. Our car doors have a nice, authoritative sound, comforting when you're (I'm) sitting alone in the car on a busy, if a bit seedy, part of downtown Woodland Hills. Never comfortable in the L.A. region - and I'll be honest, for me, anywhere south of Oxnard is more or less La-la land...it all sort of blends together in one, big blob of traffic, ugly billboards and people who go 95 while

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Or: Off to jolly old Mexico for more bloody dental work, need more meds.Reasons We Should/n't Rent out our house, get a gardener and Move to Mexico:Should:Cheap dental, medical and plastic surgery.Housing and food also cost-effectiveSame distance from parentsSaid parents might come and visit US.Chance to learn Spanish.No quarantine laws like Hawaii; also no 6 hour flight.Mexican destination

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I don't think my threshold for pain is terribly high, but I believe it's been growing in hellish leaps and bounds the past year or so. Right now the front quadrant of my mouth is doing its best to drive me right out of my head with the exquisitely agonizing sensation that I've come to recognize as "Expensive", or "Ohh, bollocks, not another bloody root canal!". I've talked about our budget forays

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Open Letter to the Construction Workers that apparently now reside on my street,Hi guys....I'm glad you've moved on from being directly in front of my house and are now just in the process of piling up giant heaps of gravel and dirt and whatever material you can locate. At least, any materials that require the use of giant, growling machinery that will most make my house appear to be coated in a

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I'm sitting in my house, the sun shining bright outside, the BEEEEEP! BEEEP! BOOOOOP! of the tractors jangling my nerves, a million emails to return. I'm wearing a soft (really!) blue hand-knit wool sweater that I bought just outside the town of Beer, England on my first big trip. It doesn't feel like it nine years have passed since I spent a month touring the lovely little towns, museums and

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So...I guess I'm the only one who likes grainy videos of one-ton hominids appearing out of the Rawandan jungle and scaring the ever-lovin' guano out of a bunch of British photographers? Apparently so. How 'bout these apples? Watch this and tell me it doesn't remind you of sitting in a verrry.....lonnnng....meeting.Since yesterday was the third Sunday of the month (and I am cheap), we spent a

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I actually have one of my clients to thank for showing me this video last night at our tasting. Did I ever mention that as part of my job, I sometimes get to go and eat food? For free? Really delicious food? And sometimes taste wine? That, my friends, is a Certified Perk, if I ever heard of one. Any rate, last night I was here (don't let the name fool you, they do everything) and there was fooood

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Well, don't I feel (a bit) silly? This week, three of my favorite sites (Chookooloonks - run by the great and talented photographer/mom/lady Karen, The Naked Ovary - A very funny mom, Karen and Kristin from Debaucherous & Dishevelled) shut up shop and are now moving on to other projects. Oddly, I feel both sad and some twinges of slight embarassment about feeling sad over not being able to click

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First of all, would you please go over to Miss Doxie's place and write her a little condolence note. She lost her doggie, Tasha, to a sudden illness and is having a rough time. Thanks. While you're there, you might also want to buy something from her store - she's got the most adorable paper products and fun dachshund-related toys. Seriously, humour me and take a look. R.I.P. TashaConversation

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Slightly embarassing truths that will surely come back to haunt me, part the....some...dredth.My deep and unabiding love for Indian/"Bollywood" films knows no bounds. What's not to love about ending every. single. movie. with a mass dance sequence? Also: The Indian culture has an appreciation for curvy women that I can only wish Hollywood would embrace.Today, Edie has repeatedly been in "Time-Out

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Me (Seated, lap topped by Fynn, watching The Thing About My Folks - which, by the way, is a pretty good little movie): "I have such a soft spot for Peter Falkner."Scott: "You mean Peter Falk. From Columbo."Me: "Yeah, Peter Falk. From Princess Bride.Scott: "You mean Columbo."Me: "No, I mean Princess Bride. He was the grandpa in Princess Bride."Scott: "No, he was Columbo."Me: "I was too little to

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Scene: Semi-Uncomfortable Family Dinner, circa 1995The Players: Dad, Mom, Dad's parents- Seated at 'adults table'. Three grand-girls, aged fifteen, ten and eight(ish) seated at bar that faces the adults' table, partially shielded by wall of indoor foliage. All three girls would be perfectly capable of sitting at said table, but are sequestered at bar for strategic fetch and carry purposes.The

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I will not write about my yard anymore. I will not write about my yard anymore. I will not..... wait, just one more, little tiny thing: I'd like to say that I laid every single last one of my own bricks and pavers the last couple of days - and was totally happy to do so. Something about making squares and rectangles fit together in gentle, arcing curves is therapeutic -like playing with Legos for

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Remember way back when when I was all excited about the cache of bricks I found around the corner from our house? With all my la-la-la happiness and fairy-bugs and recycled materials? Yeah....that didn't last long - to wit: Apparently despite my repeated conversations with the 'patron' of the job about "estes para free? .... yo quiero el brickos" and asking if I could take them "Si, si, si!", the

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Ways in Which to Wake Up, Part the Second:-Cat horking into your hand. -To find the rash has spread to your face.-Cat horking on your bedspread.-Anything with cat hork, really.-Sans memory.-With the uncomfortable realization that you will never be a (your dream profession)Guess which one(s) happened to me today. Dear Blogger Beta, Yesterday I noticed that all the cute little icons and tools that

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So....I just NOW realized that today was the last day of NaBloPoMo. Huh...well, that went relatively quickly, I'm really quite surprised - can't say that was my best month of posting, but it was a fun experiment. Of course the best bit is the prizes, right? So, without further adieu... here are some of the lovely prizes offered: From Sandra - Chocolates! Mmmmmm! I'm sure Scott would much prefer

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If you've been reading here for, oh, any length of time, you know that I have Certain Issues with our house. (See: home sweet home? area of my links) Yes, our lovely, charming, cutely detailed house with the orginal floors and built-in cabinets and window that go up and down on actual ropes....or, in some cases, go up and than SLAM! down at random, putting one at a rather high

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Despite the eternal (commercial) promise of holiday cheer, the opportunities that poeple say colder weather brings to gather round some great communal hearth, I find winter to be the most cold, cruel and depressing time of year. Now wait, before you say, "oh gaahhhhhd what a wanker....she lives in sunny southern California, fortheluvvapete", I spoke with my mom this afternoon. Their part of

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I make absolutely no claim to be any sort of Grammar Police (see: random capitalization, irregular use of punctuation, fragmented sentences, etc). With that safely out of the way, I will say that one of my many bad points is my strong distaste for careless, sloppy speech, especially in a business or formal setting.For example: "Also, too" and the proliferation of "business catch-phrases" such as

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We made it! Home! I have no words, so how about a nice re-cap?Friday: Morning meetings, peppermint hot chocolate* from Starbucks (*aka "crack in a cup"), laundry, hit the road in the late afternoon. Late night dinner and drinks with friends, crash up at Scotts' uncle's house.Saturday: Breakfast at Rosine's, a cruise through Wharf #2 in Monterey with Uncle, hideous crampage, laughing through

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A year ago.....-I'd been reading blogs, and occasionally commenting for about a year.-I had some absurd vision of somehow writing....get this...for actual cash dollars. Someday. -It was pouring rain.-Wedding season was well over, and had slowed down to a bit of a frightening crawl for me.-My neice was a six month old roly-poly baby. (She's currently cruising around 'her' house, laughing, 'talking

Mayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06951245243340114887noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19337956.post-88229036670120941042006-11-25T20:11:00.000-08:002006-11-25T20:11:28.335-08:00

Ok, so, somehow my post for yesterday got mis-dated...but it WAS yesterday. Cough. I promise! I'm up here in Berkeley, in the SightSpeed Guy's kitchen, and we're about to go to a parrrrr-tay..so this is a quick one. More tomorrow - maybe a video, you know, just because I'm here. Any rate, I present to you..........Denmark.Walking street, downtown Copenhagen.Hans' Christian Andersons' home.Tivoli

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Surprise! A List!Things I am Looking Forward To Next Month:The proliferation of hysterically tacky Christmas paraphernalia, mocking it.November, and thus the dread of my birthday, being over.Oscar-worthy films coming out - just in time for sweeps.Only a month till our annual Death March!Everyone doing crazy year-end lists.Having the small satisfaction of (slightly) beaten them to it.Peppermint

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I'm going to go ahead and predict that three people are going to post on December first. Damned overachievers. I will likely not be joining their illustrious ranks, because I am a Slacker and also plan on spending the day examining the backs of my eyelids, on the beach, or at a movie. My one-year blog-aversary is on Sunday, and I plan to briefly hit 'Publish', and continue hanging out with the

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I'll do the things I've learned in the last twenty-seven years list.....tomorrow.Thing #1: Never put off till tomorrow...oh wait.No, really, I've been up since seven (thanks, AMY!) and have been go-go-going ever since - from meetings to more meetings to food tastings to getting my hair done...it's been a busy day. I think 27 is going to be a good year. I hope.

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Before I fall into a pasta-induced coma....a note about sleep. I love sleep, sleeping in, snuggling with Scott, Fynn and Edie in bed, telling stories in the dark before bed, having my back tickled, you name it. Our house may be many things, but it is usually a very happy, loving place come bedtime. When I was thinking about marrying Scott (an intense three weeks), one of the many items in his

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How do I love my job? Let me count the ways.....Well, let's not be here all night - but let me say this: No matter how many weddings I'm currently planning/thinking about/recovering from, I still get excited about having, helping with, or attending a party.This week, I'm particularly excited to be visiting the Sight Speed guy and his luverly wife up north (finally!) - I may be posting from the

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Dear Weather,First of all: I'm not complaining about your current state. I simply adore the eighty degree days and T-shirt weather nights we've been having - it does make for wonderful mid-week beach days and my evening walks have been a delight.However, as "winter" will be officially starting in about a month, it would somewhat behoove you to start to 'simma dawwn now!" There are cute sweaters,

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Conversations with the lil' ones (ON A WALK FROM MIDDLE STATE STREET TO THE WHARF)Maya: "Let's ruuuuuuun!" (grabbing hands of Chad and Bella, doing one of the Ministry of Silly Walks in fast motion)Bella: "Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" (runs down the block, head flying, screaming)Maya: "Ooooohhhh! Look! the train tracks! Let's get some pennies from your papa, and we'll put them down and see what happens!

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Good...early evening. I'm here for a quick review of the new James Bond. First of all, Daniel Craig as Bond: Better than I thought he'd be, with a different twist on a fairer/lighter Bond - even though Roger Moore had lighter brown hair, it isn't the same as seeing the obviously flaxen Craig onscreen. I can only imagine the endless conversations casting had about Craig while they considered the

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Hi. Please note that I did not title that last entry, "The Best Entry Ever", or "The Most Clever Entry Ever" or anything remotely effusive...for good reason, no? I'd like to elaborate on the yeah! happy! good!ness that was yesterday, because yea verily, I do have many things for which to be thankful. Also, if I fail to find a topic, I will continue to malign the construction workers and the

Mayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06951245243340114887noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19337956.post-6777984255025461402006-11-15T23:56:00.000-08:002006-11-16T00:09:49.234-08:00

Things that I Cannot Complain About, From Today. Because Lists are for those who cannot grapple with the complexities of syntax, sentence structure, or narratives. Riiiight.-Free pedicures for Mooshi-Mooshi and myself at Aqua Nail Bar.-With (good) chocolates-And champagne (the good stuff)-Excellent dinner for two, with a beer, less than $30.00 at Dish Cafe-Seeing Matt Costa for $15.00, small

Mayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06951245243340114887noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19337956.post-85150708626466268652006-11-14T19:12:00.000-08:002006-11-14T19:47:56.902-08:00

Well, Peter asked me to post a new video report already, no one wants to hear about your cats A-GAIN ...and let me tell you, folks - You do NOT mess with the SightSpeed guy if you know what's good for you. Look what happened to Beyonce and sumo wrestlers everywhere.Please Note: The last word that got cut off in this report is "resonsibility"...as in, "It was also my responsibility to re-record

Mayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06951245243340114887noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19337956.post-53783457171553999702006-11-13T18:18:00.000-08:002006-11-13T20:42:59.857-08:00

At about three today, we got a knock at the door - honestly, I am never terribly pleased to get those unless a) I'm expecting a friend b) I've had the house detailed. Sadly, neither one of these were true.It was the Cottage Hospital project manager, coming by to bring us a little box of Sees' candy as a condolence for the last few months of dirt, noise, lewd stares and traffic detours we've been

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Today, I did the 'wave/smile/nod/wink' routine with an old friend who is a new father. He grinned back at me and said, "We're traitors - we defected - we're on the other team. We're parents now!" by way of rejoinder when I briefly greeted him. I'd meant to congratulate him and tell him to keep up the good work, since he was enthusiastically helping his wife deal with their baby.Somewhere between

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I am not a creature of extreme restraint. That being said, I try and bite my tongue around most people - for one, it is the Mature thing to do and also, it's better for business. Today, however I did two things that while I'm not proud of, per se, I feel a little bit OK about. Item Number One: Made a rather rapid exit from a large gathering of people, because I didn't want to be harassed,

Mayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06951245243340114887noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19337956.post-83040745919449074842006-11-10T23:53:00.000-08:002006-11-10T23:56:59.243-08:00

Eight minute blog...Love: New Yoplait Whips (although the apostrophe IS a bit much) in Chocolate Mousse and Choc. Mint FlavorsHate: How late it seems with daylight savings time.Love: Edie's new trick ("Sit"0Hate: My new need for Synthroid.Love: Gray's AnatomyHate: I think Lost may have jumped the shark.Love: My husbands' new haircut.Hate: How early I have to get up tomorrow, my email not

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Well after yesterdays' rant....I thought I'd better follow up with something nice. Hmmmmm... here it is - something pink, according the reviews, a "soft, fruity floral that sparkles with notes of mandarin, blackcurrant, violet, and blackberry, smoothed with jasmine, heliotrope, and cedarwood. Playful, yet elegant." YeeeeAAAh... I got the violet, jasmine and cedarwood bits, but what I really loved

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Sleep deprivation. Words cannot express the depth of my ire at the insane amount of construction that has been going on outside my house for the last....forever. The bloody construction workers are supposed to start work at seven a.m. That, my friends, is too. damn. early. for anything except sleep, sleep, and oh yeah, cats running across my face. But they don't start at seven a.m....

Mayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06951245243340114887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19337956.post-36297105323215643602006-11-07T22:38:00.000-08:002006-11-08T22:41:12.421-08:00

Recycling. It's good for the environment, good for the pocketbook, and .....Who am I kidding? These are BRAND NEW Steve Madden "Granny heels" with needlepoint embroidery, round toes and cute ankle-straps. They were twenty-eight dollars, and might have been worn once.Scott hates them - he says they're "old lady shoes". I wore them on Sunday and got tons of compliments on them. I plan on sporting

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Forgive me readers, for I have sinned. It has been almost two months since my last cat post, and my crazy Cat Lady badge is about to be revoked. Please accept my hearty apologies and this shadowy figure as a token of my gratitude. We're leaving for Mexico (not the good part, no, we will be visiting the same place we always do down there...El dentist-o.) tomorrow, and are currently in the middle

Mayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06951245243340114887noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19337956.post-71296428295174503842006-11-06T14:48:00.000-08:002006-11-06T14:57:15.141-08:00

Since this month is also National Shoe Month or some such nonsense, I feel it is my solemn duty as a card-carrying shoe.....lover to show you these little beauties. I got them at one of my favorite local consignment stores, Fashionique. They were so new that they still had the store sticker on them. A year-round 'basic' for me, they have a low (only 2 1/2 inches! Shockingly short!) heel, easy to

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Technology and I have a long history, most of it running along the lines of the following dialogue:Computer: Please see your cnltr. drg. menu and re-snarg your dltr. drive.(I'm pretty sure this is computer-ese for "You. are. totally. screwed. Go ahead and take the day off.") (Alternate version: Completely freezes, five to ten minutes into whatever I'm doing.)Me: "$#$_@%%@@!!!! Wha......how the...

Mayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06951245243340114887noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19337956.post-49090979638497302062006-11-04T23:40:00.000-08:002006-11-04T23:47:15.415-08:00

Disneyland = Better with just two people. Better without the crowds, the lines, the heat, the long drive.Construction outside my house: Still going. Will take pictures soon.Hair: Serious re-growth (read: roooooots!) action, color still good. I'm taking a poll, should I do two-tone deep red(s) or red and walnut-y dark next time?Cats: Really happy to see us.Dinner at Blue Bayou: Good, but you're

Mayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06951245243340114887noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19337956.post-73174143326715497702006-11-03T09:30:00.000-08:002006-11-03T09:30:58.828-08:00

As you read this, I will likely be cavorting around Main Street, overpaying for "Cajun" food, or actively avoiding Its' a Small World (aka the fifth circle of hell) and definitely not missing any of these rides:Scott has just informed me he will be wearing shorts, black socks/sandals, a fanny pack, zinc oxide on his nose and a 'big dumb hat'. I replied, "So...you're going as someone's dad?"

Mayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06951245243340114887noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19337956.post-51441266396495627712006-11-02T09:25:00.000-08:002006-11-02T09:26:16.885-08:00

Thirteen of My Favorite Things about Santa Barbara in the Fall:1. Fewer tourists - Of course, you're all welcome here, but its nice when we locals get to get out and around a bit more without a bunch of people complaining about the one-way streets, asking why the eateries are so small, and (worst of all) saying, "So, you're basically like L.A.?" No. Emphatically NO.2. Avocado Festival. What's not

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Shhh! This is my tribute to Hand-Written Wednesday! Ok, I admit it, I did this before I knew anything about H.W.W.....but this should give you a tiny taste of what I go through every...single...time a game is on. Turn up your volume.

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We're Going to DISNEYLAND! Huston, we have a problem. NaBloPoMo starts tomorrow. I will be leaving on Thursday and Friday. Chances are fair to middlin' that I will not be posting, because we will be busy cavorting around the park like a couple of ten year old kids. Ten year old kids who will be fulfilling their life-long shared dream of eating at the Blue Bayou on Friday, and will likely throw

Mayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06951245243340114887noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19337956.post-37522000365022527322006-10-29T20:06:00.000-08:002006-10-29T22:28:45.391-08:00

First can I say this? I love, love, love Trader Joe's black taper candles. They illuminate without drawing any attention to themselves at all. Next, I have devised a set of the Answers that I would like to have printed up on pretty, pretty paper with a cool font and borders...possibly by Joy? They should be small and tear off, about like a raffle ticket. I'd like a roll of them to carry around

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Things I'd Write About for NaBloPoMo if I didn't know better:The simply annoying wedding fantasies I have for my sisters - and my well-founded concerns that they will not come true. That would actually make for two posts, and your eyes would likely fall out of their sockets with the boring.My shame in realizing that an 'old' friend has become a former friend, not due to any lack of effort on my

Mayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06951245243340114887noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19337956.post-12273423477694983272006-10-28T01:37:00.000-07:002006-10-28T23:53:23.502-07:00

Oftentimes, work is still WORK for me. Not so this time - Check this out - anda special note to Janet: May your Mexico wedding be at least This....much....fun! By the way: I realize I didn't post yesterday- and I have only one thing to say aboutthat: I'm really, really glad I don't work at an office anymore.Thank goodness. We're scheming to head up to Monterey, down to Disneyland,and than to TJ

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Consider yourself Invited. Or Warned.The 2007 (Semi-) Annual “Death March”(Beach walk from Santa Barbara to Carpinteria - on the beach)Monday, January 1, 2007 - Start time is 10:30 am SHARP! (Yes, that is the sound of a whip cracking. I am Norweigan, German, and bossy, plus I plan Very Important Days for a living.)Many years ago, my family started a tradition on the first day of every year. We

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Haiku (Haiki?)Pre-season b-ball,I cannot wait for the endto regain my man.P.M.S.: Not realtill the last six months or sonow an evil elfCat fur flies like snow,Sleek bodies careen aroundfurry yin and yang.P.S. Still Searching for Good Purse. Contest still open! $200 and under!

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Disadvantages to Working from Home, In Ascending Order:-Cats not known for their ability to bounce ideas around with you. Unless by 'ideas', you mean treats or corks.-The Ability to wear ones' morning clothes all day long is not the Right to do so.-Limited human contact may result in over-excitement on mail carriers' arrival, lack of 'blink breaks', watching E! True Hollywood Story.-Potential for

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I'll admit it, frankly: I've never been terribly skilled at accessorizing - yes, I collect shoes, but I've only recently purchased a couple of purses for myself, and yesterday's earring purchase increased the collection by about 75 percent. (Collection stood at: diamond studs, silly silver hoops, mother of pearl large tear-shaped dangles)c. 1997-1999: Pale blue 'shopping bag with long handles' in

Mayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06951245243340114887noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19337956.post-18648077409686778192006-10-22T21:48:00.000-07:002006-10-22T23:33:30.386-07:00

I generally prefer to think of myself as a realist - my outlook is "The glass is fifty per cent full and fifty percent empty, and why are we debating about the contents of the glass when a good drink is getting cold?" Today, though, was a full-glass day, no doubt about it. Chiada and her hub-E came down from Santa Maria today and we spent a glorious afternoon and evening together.First, we

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Ok, I've got...exactly one hour before I default on my NaBloPoMo commitment. Here, a quick retrospective of my afternoon the other day:Thursday afternoon, Christy and I decide to run down to the beach because it's been so. incredibly beautiful lately - hot, some warm winds, and those incredibly deep blue skies, even in California. We had her kids, so we figured it'd be easiest to go to East Beach

Mayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06951245243340114887noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19337956.post-3947176189505113462006-10-20T19:43:00.000-07:002006-10-20T22:18:13.102-07:00

Some days I feel a bit ludicrous with the whole "blawwwwg" thing - really, the world is hardly in need of my little world-view, there are far worse things in life than living in Santa Barbara and being constantly harassed to procreate. Like MySpace, for instance. I just spent, no, lost....an hour and a half of my life browsing, mostly amongst my high school and Scotts' graduating class. Side note

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This entry could also be titled "Why My Dad will Never, Ever, allow our musical tastes to dictate what is on the radio in his car", or "Exactly how much @$$ Scott/iTunes shuffle kicks", or even "Why My Neighbors Hate Us More Now"My husband is turning into such the audio/visual gee-- I mean, guy. Last night we realized we'd missed two episodes of this seasons' Lost (dun-dun-duuuuuunnn! the horror!

Mayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06951245243340114887noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19337956.post-74815793112807247682006-10-18T11:14:00.000-07:002006-10-18T22:27:42.807-07:00

An Ode to Candy Corn - (Meant only partially in jest.)Just as Willy Wonka would surely say,(if he were only real and with us today)"There should be a poem for every bit of candyeven though liquor is quicker, sweets are dandy."So this is my ode as each October, a special joy is born,and I renew my deep and unabiding love of candy corn.Unlike many, I take delight in their triangular little shapes,

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This post kicks off my official participation in NaBloPoMo. That being said, I have a shameful confession to make: Despite my proclamations of contempt for reality tv, I love, love, love Dr. 90210. That is all. If you haven't seen it, or have been living under a rock/in a garbage pail/sans cable tv and aren't familiar, here's the rundown:The show tells the stories of the personal and professional

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Oh, you thought I'd gone? No, I've just been so very, very busy with my most recent wedding. It was beautiful, thanks for asking. The bride, groom and their son were glowing, grinning and looking cherubic, respectively. The rehearsal went smoothly, if not precisely on time, and the dinner went well. Their guests and family were lovely people, inside and out. Plus...we got so very lucky with the

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They say a few things about writing. Some chestnuts of wisdom I have heard:Write about what you know about. (Well....duh!)Know your target audience.Find your voice, and keep that same tone throughout (unless one is writing parallell narratives, etc.)Now, in the world of the Blaawwwwwwg (I really hate that word), things are a little different. There are those *cough, MySpace, cough* who WriTE liKE

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Dear Fall,Words cannot sufficiently express my deep appreciation for your recent cooperation. The cloud cover, sans rain or excess breezes, has proved to be the perfect light diffuser for photography. Your gracious use of rain in the wee hours of the morning has served to keep everything looking and smelling clean and tidy outside, and yet has not dampened or soiled anything I've had set up

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Wanna see something funny? Or possibly....really sad? I'd like to blame this video report on bubbly, but sadly that cannot be done. Watch here for the Glam Squad Report that is my life. I mean, job. Embarassing but oh-so-true. Well, its 4:25 a.m. and I have a seven o'clock meeting tomorrow (p.m. not a.m. come on now, I'm not that crazy!)PS. Please be nice to your waitstaff. They could put bodily

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Hi Everyone! Just a quick note of happiness and love for The SightSpeed Guy. Y'all go on over there and say hi now, o.k.?

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Last Thursday, I went to the opening party of our new Sephora - I thought it'd be a good time to replenish my supply of undereye spackle and pick up some new treats. I could not have been more wrong. I rarely go to Paseo Nuevo to shop, so this could have been fun, if Christy and I had tossed back a few martinis in preparation for what awaited us.As we walked in, the right side of my face began

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I tell you what, y'all - if all my weddings were that wonderful, smooth and easy...well, shoot, I'd be working every weekend from last week till the end of October. Wait a minute, I AM working every weekend from last week till the end of October. Huh. Innnnteresting. Well, without going into too much detail, I just have to say how very much I enjoyed the entire day.Every last one of the (many)

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There are those of us who are neat and tidy (See: Chiada, my mom and sister Roni). And there are those of us who....have eight million projects exploding out of our brains at once, all the time. I fall firmly into category B. Here, watch my plea for help on TV. Hey...that rhymes...I could write a poem about being a Walking Disaster! Wow!However, I've got two new secret weapons: Graciela and Maria.

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(Swooooning).....Is that love, or what?(Still swoooooning).......He'd been gone allll day long. We missed him.Oh, ahem, excuuuUUUSe me...Hi, how are you? It's.....late. No, I have not been re-visiting my Saturday night martinis. We just got a new "work" (read: Scott DJing/me screwing around on PhotoBooth because we don't have a small proper camera at the moment.) computer. He's a real handsome

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The Good Part of my weekend, via the magic of a list.How to have a lovely dinner party, in Sixteen Simple Steps:1. Infuse two bottles of vodka with fresh ginger, rosemary for a week. Mmmmm2. Purchase gorgeous (cream brocade= tablecloth), (chocolate brown velvet = runner, other items), (champagne satin = napkins) and other fabrics at a couple of discount stores.3. Set the table with the good

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"Good Morning, EV-RA-BAAAAHHHHDY!"My old boss used to say that (at top volume) when he entered the office. Since he usually 'came in' at ten or eleven, it was the harbinger of a good rest of the day at work. Sometimes, I miss having office-mates, (of the human persuasion) and familiar, office-y noises and rituals. Like today, when I thought...."Weeeellll shoooot, for all the good this did, I may

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Ways and Places that are Generally Bad to Wake Up:In the midst of a natural disaster (typhoon, flood, stampede of rabid wildabeest)*With a bat, rodent or other undesirable animal tangled in your hairOn the wrong bus/in the wrong countryFar too early or late* (many times)With a sudden fright due to the loud ringing of your phone in your ear at an ungodly hour, because you assume that any time it

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As a rule, I don't eat beef...haven't done so, in fact, for about...hmmm...fifteen to seventeen years. It doesn't go quietly into the night, if you know what I mean. I stopped eating it, not out of an ecologically minded protest against the huge cost in human suffering and environmental damage (which would be plenty good reason, wouldn't you say?) ...but because every time we had a barbeque and I

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