Showing posts with label Blogging. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Blogging. Show all posts
Saturday, January 5, 2013
Well, Hello Hello 2013!
Happy New Year 2013!
I hope that these first few days of the year have brought you all happiness and optimism that 2013 will be THE year. I know that is my outlook.
I ain't gonna lie, 2012 was rough. When jokes were made about the fiscal cliff, my response was, 'Makes no difference to me, we fell over the edge months ago.'
The benefit of falling over the edge is that gravity takes hold and you pummel to the bottom at breakneck speed. Because of this, I am confident that we have reached the bottom and the only direction that is left is up.
2013 will be the year of the climb.
With every new year comes a new round of resolutions I fail to keep. This year is no exception. I hesitate to call them resolutions this year. I am taking the 'Whatever happens, happens.' approach.
The list:
1. Drink more water.
2. Become financially organized.
3. De-clutter and purge the house of all unnecessary items.
4. Go to church.
5. Make healthier food choices.
6. Start writing. (the blog, the 3 book ideas I have in my head...)
7. Learn some French.
8. Learn to sew.
9. Be a better wife.
10. Be a better friend.
Sunday, January 1, 2012
Be the Best
Here we are again....
It being the new year and resolutions being foremost in mind, I have decided I will not make empty promises about updating this blog. I swear I am starting to sound like a broken record. I am hoping to update more consistently but until the day where I get paid for these little ramblings, I can make no promise to do so on a regular basis.
Ok, now that we have got that out of the way.....
Happy New Year!
I believe this is the first year that I have not thought long and hard about resolutions. Most years I sit down at least a week prior to the new year editing my list to ten things I feel I might be able to tackle. Most years I am able to say that I have accomplished at least one thing on that list. I figure I would just carry over any resolutions I made last year but didn't fulfill and only add one more to the bunch. The one that I want to make this year is a little vague but easy to keep in mind on a daily basis.
This year I want to be the best I can be.
More specifically I want to:
Be the healthiest I can be.
Be the best looking I can be.
Be the best wife that I can be.
Be the best friend that I can be.
Be the best employee I can be.
Be the best Christian I can be.
Be the best daughter I can be.
and if given the chance this year....
Be the best mother I can be.
I started this morning by shaving my legs....already off to a great start.
Here's to the hopefulness of 2012! Can't wait to see what it brings.
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
Giving Thanks: Day One and Two
'Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.'--1 Corinthians 13:4-8
Life has been busy for me. This has to be pretty obvious because I keep promising to update more often and then don't post for a month or two. Hoping to correct this, I am taking on the '30 Days of Thanks' challenge. The month of November is the perfect time to take this task on so here goes days one and two:
Day One:
I am thankful to get a paycheck.
I know that money isn't everything but in this day and age I feel extremely lucky to have a job to go to 5 days a week. I work hard and put in lots of hours after work but there are so many in this country and in my local community that struggle to get a job and have carried on that struggle for years. Which brings me to day two....
Day Two:
I am thankful that the Mr. has a job.
I haven't talked about it too much (if at all) in the blog but the past few years have definitely been both the sour and the sweet. My husband has always been a very hard worker and has always taken tremendous pride in the work that he did. He worked in construction, with the same company for 11 years. He was awarded 'Apprentice of the Year' right before we met. He worked his way from apprentice to General Foreman in no time at all and was responsible for huge projects. He worked for a company that built schools so when (around the time we were planning our wedding) we heard rumblings that construction was on a downward spiral in our community and that the housing market was imploding, we were worried but thought that we were safe. The Mr. built schools not houses or commercial buildings, schools. There was always going to be a need for schools...or so we thought.
In a years time my husband would be out of a job. The last school that he worked so hard on, a state of the art brand new high school, didn't open on its scheduled date. The city couldn't afford to enroll students into the school so it sat dormant for almost 2 years.
The next few years were a very trying time for us. The Mr. was used to succeeding in a career that he loved to do. That career was no longer an option for him. It came at a time when we were just starting a new chapter in our lives, we were newlyweds.
When something like that happens it starts to feel like that movie 'Groundhog Day'. You wake up everyday without a sense of direction because you are still hesitant to start really planning your future. Everyday is the same and you think it will end soon but then weeks turn into months and months turn into years. It truly tests the bonds of marriage because both of you are struggling to be the people that you promised you would be to each other.
When you get through all of this, and dust from the storm settles, you look over and the one standing next to you is the one that stood next to you on the most important day of your life...you feel absolutely empowered.
The Mr. is working now and working hard. He has found a great job with a long standing company 10 minutes away from home. He is working 60 hours a week and never complains. We are finding our footing again and for that I am thankful.
Sunday, September 18, 2011
Sensing Sunday: September 18, 2011
What I am:
Hearing: Heading up to the hills today, this came on over the radio. Of course I turned it up.
Seeing: Although 'Citizen Kane' is just starting on the television behind me, as soon as I finish this post I am going to watch 'The Company Man'
Smelling: The perfume that I created at the boutique event at my friend's salon. It has hints of vanilla, white tea, persimmon and pink peony. I love it. It makes me feel sassy.
Tasting: A slightly chilled glass of sweet red wine. Or I will be in about five minutes.
Feeling: Finally creative again. As you can see there was quite the lull in posts over the summer but I feel I am getting my groove back. This weekend I baked, crocheted and went on a little adventure. More on that soon....
Sunday, June 26, 2011
Party On
I love this County Fair themed party
My first favorite, Party Perfect.
...and Hostess with the Mostess
Sunday, May 29, 2011
The Versatile Blogger
("You like me! You REALLY like me!"-Sally Fields)
A few days ago I was awarded the Versatile Blogger Award by my dear (real life) friend, Ellen. She also happens to write the AMAZING blog, Life on a Real California Dairy Farm. If you already haven't done so, you should definitely check it out. She writes about her life as a dairy wife and mom. This is something near and dear to me since so many of my friends make their living in the mud and the dirt, at the crack of dawn until way after the sun sets, every day of the year, through rain and 100+ degree days, providing food for (not only myself and my immediate community) but the rest of the world. I am so honored to have received this award and it is a reminder that there are other people out there in Bloggerville that, not only take the time to read my lil ramblings, actually enjoy them enough to call me out. My cup runneth over! Thanks again Ellen.
With this award comes a great responsibility. It is my privilage to pass it on.
The rules that come with this award are to thank the person who gave it to you, link back to their blog, and pass it along to other deserving bloggers. Then, you must reveal seven things about yourself.
All winners in my book...
2. I am extremely anxious and terrified of what will happen with Sweet Temper Baking. I am terrified of its potential failure. I may be more terrified at its potential success.
3. I get ridiculously, grandiose ideas. I have recently determined that it is hereditary. My mother AND grandmother do the same. My mother and I will call each other with the latest hair-brained scheme and spend the next hour and a half on the phone completely dissecting it to figure out how we can make it a reality. Once that is done, the idea seems to pass before it ever comes to fruition. It drives the Mr. absolutely insane. I think he is figuring it out though. I think he realizes that this is just how my mum and I communicate.
5. I had something a little too honest written out for this one but decided against it. What I was going to rant on about was something that I am guilty of doing as well. I didn't want to sound hypocritical so I left it out.
6. Ok, ok, here goes. Sometimes I get so restless that I could scream! I don't know if its this town, or if it is indicative to women my age but its something that just drives me bonkers. It is this whole 'Stepford Wife' mentality. Its this image of a picture perfect life. All the play dates, perfect birthday parties, half birthday parties, 'Which formula do YOU use?' 'Oh I would never! I only breast feed', pedicures, weekend getaways, 'my husband grilled this tonight for dinner' or 'I made that tonight for dessert', taking the boat out for the first time this summer, and so on and so on. I brag about and attempt these things everyday as well (did you expect the complete 180 to come so soon after I shared my love for all things Martha? lol) but when I really start to think about it, who am I really trying to impress? When did it become a competition to just LIVE? I like to make things look pretty and perfect and we all have things that we are strong at and things we admire in others, but when did this admiration turn into envy? When did it become 'Look at what she did! Pffft...I know I can do better than that.' instead of 'Wow, she did such a great job. I am so proud to be her friend'? I know if I feel this way that some of my other peers feel this way too. Why, as women are we always trying to one up each other? Why can't we just be honest with each other without feeling as if we were we would be fodder for idle gossip later?
Hmmm... still thinking I probably shouldn't have 'revealed' so much.7. I love to read and it has helped me through many hurdles in life. I should turn to the Bible more for help but I don't (I do listen for God to speak to me and rely on our 'conversations' to guide me through life though). I make the joke often that I read 'The Rules' and tried them on the first man that I met afterwards to see if they worked. That man was the Mr. I have recently started another book that I am hoping will be the punchline for another huge life decision. I don't want to say too much more on that, but look for that book review hopefully sooner than later. I know that this final revelation might have been a tad vague (ok, HUGELY vague). Sorry about that.
That was my seven things. You might have thought I was drunk or high when writing those out but I assure you I wasn't. Just perhaps a little too revealing.
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Sensing Sunday: May 15, 2011
(Aw...man...I could have been with THESE guys today)
Seeing: Indulging in one of my favorite Sunday afternoon activities, real estate shopping on the internet. Note to self; look into getting pre-approved for a home loan soon, very soon.
Smelling: My 'Downtown Amber' candle from the Target Collection
Tasting: A 'Strawberry Short Kook' Otter Pop...one of my guiltiest pleasures.
Feeling: Even though I didn't make it to the 100th Bay to Breakers this weekend (very sad indeed), I am still feeling somewhat accomplished. I made a little trip to the bookstore yesterday to stock up and I purchased another couple of books online. I finished 'Men and Dogs' by Katie Crouch in, oh about, 2 days! Next up 'Death in the Afternoon' by Hemingway. Walked the 6.5 miles with dad and the dogs this morning. The Mr. went to lunch and now I am blogging away. I have a couple of other posts to write up (about yesterday's trip to the bookstore and last week's trip to the baseball game) and then a little bit of laundry and begin prep for my gigantic cake order next Saturday. Wow, after thinking about all that, all I want to do now is take a nap....zzz....
Saturday, March 5, 2011
Life Is Too Short...
(Life's too short for the wrong job on pandaeraser)
...for the wrong job.My good friend/cousin Andrea posted a series of ads on her tumblr feed. The message came across loud and clear in the most creative way.
It did get me thinking though...
True, life IS too short for the wrong job but how, in today's economy, do you realize this and change your direction in life?
Thoughts anyone?
PS. Yes, I am aware that I am missing my last 'Picture This'. I haven't found an appropriate photo yet.
Friday, January 28, 2011
Picture This
(monstergallery on Etsy)
Oh internet, you let everyone be clever without ever having an original thought...I do like this idea though and with the two days that are left of this month and the 28 days in the month of Febuary, maybe I can get this accomplished:"Okay.. It's like a picture Diary. First you make an album titled "30 pictures in 30 days". And,each day you follow the direction for that day with a picture. It's a fun idea. Let's see if it catches on. :] you could learn alot about yourself if nothing else... Day 01 - A picture of yourself with fifteen facts. Day 02 - A picture of the person you've been closest with the longest. Day 03 - A picture of the cast of your favorite show. Day 04 - A picture of your night. Day 05 - A picture of an old memory. Day 06 - A picture of a person you'd love to trade places with for the day. Day 07 - A picture of your most treasured possession. Day 08 - A picture that makes you laugh every time you look at it. Day 09 - A picture of a person who has gotten you through the most. Day 10 - A picture of the person you do the most fucked up things with. Day 11 - A picture of something you absolutely hate. Day 12 - A picture of something you absolutely love. Day 13 - A picture of your favorite band/artist. Day 14 - A picture of a person you couldn't picture your life without. Day 15 - A picture of something you'd like to do before you die. Day 16 - A picture of a person who inspires you. Day 17 - A picture of something that has made a huge impact on your life recently. Day 18 - A picture of your biggest insecurity. Day 19 - A picture of a letter. Day 20 - A picture of somewhere you'd love to travel. Day 21 - A picture of something you wish you could forget. Day 22 - A picture of something you wish you were better at. Day 23 - A picture of your favorite book. Day 24 - A picture of something you wish you could change. Day 25 - A picture of your day. Day 26 - A picture of something that means a lot to you. Day 27 - A picture of you and a family member. Day 28 - A picture of something you're afraid of. Day 29 - A picture that makes you angry.Day 30 - A picture of someone you miss."
Day 1:
A picture of yourself with fifteen facts....
1. This picture is misleading, this is not my natural hair color (neither is the color I have now). Its pretty close though.
2. As the first child, if I had been born a boy I would have been a third, named after my grandfather. My brother was the one to receive that inheritance.
3. My right thumb looks like a big toe. Its disgusting and I hide it subconsciously in my fist to this day. Every time I get my nails done, the nail lady almost always laughs at it and shows all her nail lady friends in the salon.
4. When my cousins and I were kids, during the summer we used to pretend that my grandparent's deck was a 'boat'. We would jump off the 'boat' and 'swim' and 'fish' in the lawn with poles made of sticks and bait made of leaves and flowers. Now my cousin's kids have a playset erected in the same backyard. Imagination made easy, although we would have given our right arm for a playset growing up. I will give the kids this, running the hose to the top of the slide to make a waterslide was an impressive show of imagination.
5. When I was in grammer school, my friends and I, on recess, tried to make daisy chains long enough to enter into the Guinness Book of World Records.
6. We also invented a game called 'Green Tag' where you were safe if you sat down on the lawn. If you were 'It' you pretty much stayed 'It' until the bell rang.
7.My favorite books growing up were the 'Little House' books, The People's Almanac, Hatchet, early American biographies, Wait Till Helen Comes (still scares the crap outta me), every Babysitter's Club book I could get my hands on, Little Women, and of course...the Guinness Book of World Records.
8. My brother and I used to dress our pets in our old baby clothes for fun when we were little. They hated it because there wasn't a hole for their tails.
9. We also would make cars and trains out of cardboard boxes and sit in them. We would take crayons and draw steering wheels, dashboards, doors, windows and seats to really trick them out.
10. On Saturday mornings, my brother and I would let my mom sleep in. We would toast a whole loaf of bread (because that was all we were allowed to cook), watch Saturday morning cartoons and when the last cartoon was over we would build a fort out of the couch cushions. Around that time, my mom would roll out of bed. My brother and I were obviously perfect children and very considerate of our mother.
11. My dad taught me to drive over the course of almost two years and I stilled failed the driving test the first time. I am eternally grateful that I learned on a manual transmission though. Thanks dad.
12. When strolling down Memory Lane, my dad, brother and I identify memories by what house my dad lived in. For example, my dad taught us how to climb up door frames using our bare feet at the duplex on Tully.
13. I had to 'duck and cover' after hearing gunshots at the house on Downey. Thankfully I felt safe because my dad was a second generation police officer.
14. My mom used to take my brother and I on 'Secret Journey's'. She would pile us in the car and not tell us where we were going insisting that we guess. Only one time was it Disneyland, every other time it was San Francisco. This is still one of my absolute most favorite memories.
15. I used to have a better memory, I feel that its starting to fade. Some of the good, but more of the bad.
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Same Excuse, Different Day...
Sorry, I have been absent again. Been a busy, busy bee. Hopefully after the new year I can dedicate more to the blog. If you don't hear from me until then......
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!!
XOXO,
XOXO,
The Sour and the Sweet
Saturday, December 4, 2010
A Conversation Between Siblings
In honor of my brother who celebrated his 29th birthday this week (the saddest of all the birthdays):
Found in my text log from October 28, 2010 (same day as game 2 in the World Series):
Sister: That game was retarded! Wicked retarded!
Brother: I was in class. We were updating the score on the chalkboard. Would've been fun to watch.
Sister: It just got kinda embarrassing in the 8th for the Rangers. I think I liked yesterday's better when Uribe scored that triple. That was awesome!
Brother: Yeah. I see what you mean. Still maybe now the Giants might finally start getting some respect. Sportscasters have been talking about how SF got this far on a series of flukes.
Sister: I know. I have a friend that tried to listen to some of the games on the radio instead because she couldn't stand listening to Joe Buck (I think it was Joe Buck)
Brother: Yeah. There is a lot of people in SF who watch the game on mute but listen to the local sports announcers on the radio.
Sister: Ha...oh BTW I have about 70 pages left of The Girl Who Played with Fire, I would have been done with it by now if it wasn't for the stinkin' World Series.
I like it better than the first one.
Brother: The last one is only in hardcover. Just so you know.
Sister: I know :( I might have to splurge (or borrow). I think Andrea read the series so maybe she has a copy to lend.
Brother: Check the library also.
Sister: 2 months till Archer...just sayin'...
Brother: Word.
Sister: All right peace out y'all...
Brother: Peace out y'all. *Donnie types extra loud getting weird looks from people on the bus*
(Side note: My brother and I force each other to say this at the end of every phone conversation. It is especially fun for the other when one is in a public place or with other people. Then we force that person to say it louder than usual)
Sister: *Jenny rolls eye in complete disbelief*
Brother: Whatever. I am hilarious. Bye.
Sister: Uh...in a daiquiri holding, unicorn lovin' kinda way (which you should totally be for Halloween)...bye.
Brother: Or in a Steve McQueen roadhalling Osama Bin Laden across an active volcano kind of way.
Sister: Oh one more thing, did you see the article about the World Series on the Onion? Hilarious.
Uh...isn't there still some gay subtext with McQueen? But I like the volcano part...totally not gay at all.
Brother: 2 things. I haven't seen the Onion thing yet and nothing about McQueen or fans of McQueen is gay. A mean look from him could make both Chuck Norris and the Old Spice guy go sisssies in their pants out of fear.
Sister: But the volcano...anything you want to retract from that?
Brother: There is nothing gay about geological processes.
Sister: Whatever. If I have to have this argument with you then I am just wasting my breath. Apparently you are not ready to be honest with yourself yet. Its ok, mom and I will still love you. It might take a while for dad but he will come around. He already told me that he is ok with adopted grandchildren. Its ok if DHW4 (my brother is a third, he has already promised my father that his first son will be a fourth) is Chinese, or black even. Dad's cool with that (the adoption part is totally true BTW. Dad and I had a conversation about it when he was pressuring me to make him a grandpa....long story)
At this point in the conversation my brother called me on the phone to hear the adoption story.
Happy Birthday Kid Brother!
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Busy or lazy? You decide....
Courtesy of Cakespy
Dear 'four-and-a-half-readers-that-read-my-little-musings',
I am so sorry that I have been somewhat absent from The Sour and The Sweet. I have been busy (ok, lazy?) and have not had a chance to post a legitimate update. I promise to soon tell you all about 'La Soiree' in San Francisco with my friend Cocodoodle; the Hand Born Craft Fair the day after Thanksgiving with a stop at my favorite restaurant, Tresetti's; and my missed opportunity to sail around Greece this summer with my brother (that last one might be a depressing entry). Give me some time and I promise that I will get it together. Hopefully before the new year. In the meantime enjoy some Xtina Aguilera (just because I like spelling her name that way) and the latest from Hyperbole and a Half (those that find this as hysterical as I do can be my best friend forever). Oh and food for thought? IS pie the new cupcake? Maybe so....
XOXO,
Jen
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
The Only Living Boy in New York
Shhhh...don't tell the Mr. but I am in love with Ryan Jones (K. Ryan Jones for professional and pretentious reasons). If you aren't reading The Only Living Boy in New York here are the top 5 reasons you should be.
Reason #5:
He talks to his brother Garrett the same way I talk to my brother. Exhibit A and Exhibit B.
Reason #4:
He is HILARIOUS on Facebook.
Reason#3:
This...
Reason #5:
He talks to his brother Garrett the same way I talk to my brother. Exhibit A and Exhibit B.
Regrettably, I could not find a pic of my brother and I from when we were kids stored on my computer. Hasbro's My Buddy and Kid Sister will have to make do. Fun fact though, my brother TOTALLY had a My Buddy doll. We gave him several haircuts and took a magic marker to his face. Fun times!
Reason #4:
He is HILARIOUS on Facebook.
Reason#3:
This...
Reason #2:
(not to be outdone by my own Pup)
...and the number 1 reason to LOVE The Only Living Boy in New York...
His unfailing love for all things Mad Men (a man after my own heart)
The best being this...
...and his claim to fame. I found this mentioned on amctv.com a few months back. It was love at first sight.
I wish that I could spread the love more but I only have a total readership of about 4 and a half people. Sorry K. Ry.
PS. Oh. my. god! THIS is like the time Davy Jones was on the Brady Bunch and I am Marcia, Marcia, Marcia!
PS. Oh. my. god! THIS is like the time Davy Jones was on the Brady Bunch and I am Marcia, Marcia, Marcia!
Saturday, November 6, 2010
Hello Naomi!
Photo Credit Hello Naomi
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Apartment Therapy Los Angeles: Anthony and Gregory's 1912 Contemporary Craftsman (aka 'Yeah, I TOTALLY know these guys...')
Last week, best friend G (known to the world as Gregory Metcalf) and his boyfriend Tony (known to the world as Anthony Franco) were featured in Apartment Therapy: Los Angeles. I should say that their gorgeous house was featured. When G told me this I shrieked because I have been a huge fan of Apartment Therapy: San Francisco for some time now and knew that this was a huge deal. I have spent many weekends at this house and consider the downstairs office to be my own personal guest room at Château Franco-Metcalf (look close and you can see my hidden contribution, a charcoal afghan that I made G years ago, hanging off the arm of the couch downstairs). These two boys have impeccable taste that carries an obvious artistic touch. Please check out their home tour and see for yourself. Make sure you take a double look at all of the fantastic pillows featured by G's endeavor, Gregory Keith.
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Drinks With Dino Revisited
When I abandoned that-other-social-networking-site-that-is-now-a-ghost-town, I had left behind some blog posts that I had put up before I found my new home here. I went through them tonight and had forgotten what gems some of them are. This week I am dedicating my posts to those long lost entries.
Its funny, I loved this before my infatuation (ok, obsession) with Mad Men and before I had ever experienced Palm Springs.
Drinks With Dino
(originally posted in the 'best of' on Craigslist in 2006)
"I'm moving to Canada." Since the 2004 Presidential election, this phrase rings out in most political discussions. In fact, Canada does welcome Americans. They'll welcome you with open arms if have a post-graduate degree, own your own business, or already have a job lined up with one of the big accounting firms in Toronto, eh?
These next four years of military spending, education reforms that emphasize standardized test scores over actual learning, and the invasions of a pair of countries I can barely find on a map overwhelm me. I, however, won't contemplate moving to the Great White North. It's too damn cold there, and their money has ducks on it.
I have a better plan. I'm moving to another era.
Look in a box of old postcards. This is easy for me, since I live in Palm Springs, where the detritus of yesteryear is catalogued and sold. Retro is very popular where Sinatra's hangouts are treated like the Stations of the Cross. No question about it, back in the 50's and early 60's, this place was the bomb! Swimmin' pools. Movie stars. Dean Martin knocks a golf ball through your window: he comes over to apologize, and ends up staying for dinner. What a time we had that night! I'll never forget his story about playing blackjack in the steam room of the Sands Hotel. Oh, did we laugh.
Let's look at some other towns. How about New York City in the 1930's? Sure, there was rampant unemployment, but who wouldn't want to be there for the construction of the Chrysler Building? Especially if you knew a brand-new Gershwin musical was opening next week? Take me there!
Let's try Los Angeles during the Second World War. All the women all have great jobs building battleships. The music coming over the radio is so good, and it helps you forget that Johnny is off fighting in the Philippines. And the news is heartening! With the help of our staunch Russian allies, Hitler is on the run.
Honolulu in the 70's. Miami in the 80's. San Diego in the 60's. San Francisco in either 90's – the 1890's has loose women hanging out in saloons with feathers in their hair. The 1990's were much the same, only with men.
I've decided to move to Palm Springs in the late 50's. I'm going to go to the library to print out four years of newspapers off the microfilm spools. (Sure, it's going to be expensive, but it's nothing compared to the price of a condo in Vancouver.) I'm thinking of starting in 1957 and going to 1961. Each morning, I will smoke my pipe and read one full day's paper, sitting out on the verandah in my slippers. Oh yeah, I gotta go buy a pipe. And slippers. And a verandah. When I get home, I'll play nothing but Ella Fitzgerald and Elvis records, and cook dishes like tuna croquettes and beef roasts. Big beef roasts. I have a recipe for – get this – cherry Jello made with Coca-Cola and pieces of Twinkies floating in it.
I will reprogram my TV to just two channels, Turner Classic Movies and American Movie Classics. The radio will be locked on our local station KWXY, which I used to refer to as "the old people's station" but now I'll welcome for its nonstop Nelson Riddle with the occasional adventurous foray into Jo Stafford.
Sure, the plan isn't perfect. I can't quit my job as a criminal lawyer, so I will still deal with my drunk drivers, methamphetamine addicts, men who beat their spouses, and meth-addicted drunk-driving wife-beaters. A real 1950's man could only dream of a car like mine, my color television the size of an oven, or that amazing telephone I carry in my shirt pocket. Mr. Nineteen Fifty-Seven would have a heart attack if I took him to Costco. But it evens out – I covet his satisfaction about America's place in the world and his belief that the future holds nothing but good. He knows we beat the Jerries outta Europe and the Japs from the Pacific. Everyone has a job, and we're getting television-phones any day now – I know because they showed it at the 1956 World's Fair! Now if I could just stop referring to people as "Jerries" and "Japs" – that can't be nice. I also can't wait for my car that converts into a boat. Saw that one in Popular Mechanics.
So join me, will you? Imagine if all our neighbors moved to the 50's together. We could probably get a group discount on our cable service – remember? Just two channels. And we could hire a neighborhood kid to ride a shiny red bike every morning, delivering the antique newspaper with a satisfying thump against the front door.
Jimmy. The kid's name has to be Jimmy.
Its funny, I loved this before my infatuation (ok, obsession) with Mad Men and before I had ever experienced Palm Springs.
Drinks With Dino
(originally posted in the 'best of' on Craigslist in 2006)
"I'm moving to Canada." Since the 2004 Presidential election, this phrase rings out in most political discussions. In fact, Canada does welcome Americans. They'll welcome you with open arms if have a post-graduate degree, own your own business, or already have a job lined up with one of the big accounting firms in Toronto, eh?
These next four years of military spending, education reforms that emphasize standardized test scores over actual learning, and the invasions of a pair of countries I can barely find on a map overwhelm me. I, however, won't contemplate moving to the Great White North. It's too damn cold there, and their money has ducks on it.
I have a better plan. I'm moving to another era.
Look in a box of old postcards. This is easy for me, since I live in Palm Springs, where the detritus of yesteryear is catalogued and sold. Retro is very popular where Sinatra's hangouts are treated like the Stations of the Cross. No question about it, back in the 50's and early 60's, this place was the bomb! Swimmin' pools. Movie stars. Dean Martin knocks a golf ball through your window: he comes over to apologize, and ends up staying for dinner. What a time we had that night! I'll never forget his story about playing blackjack in the steam room of the Sands Hotel. Oh, did we laugh.
Let's look at some other towns. How about New York City in the 1930's? Sure, there was rampant unemployment, but who wouldn't want to be there for the construction of the Chrysler Building? Especially if you knew a brand-new Gershwin musical was opening next week? Take me there!
Let's try Los Angeles during the Second World War. All the women all have great jobs building battleships. The music coming over the radio is so good, and it helps you forget that Johnny is off fighting in the Philippines. And the news is heartening! With the help of our staunch Russian allies, Hitler is on the run.
Honolulu in the 70's. Miami in the 80's. San Diego in the 60's. San Francisco in either 90's – the 1890's has loose women hanging out in saloons with feathers in their hair. The 1990's were much the same, only with men.
I've decided to move to Palm Springs in the late 50's. I'm going to go to the library to print out four years of newspapers off the microfilm spools. (Sure, it's going to be expensive, but it's nothing compared to the price of a condo in Vancouver.) I'm thinking of starting in 1957 and going to 1961. Each morning, I will smoke my pipe and read one full day's paper, sitting out on the verandah in my slippers. Oh yeah, I gotta go buy a pipe. And slippers. And a verandah. When I get home, I'll play nothing but Ella Fitzgerald and Elvis records, and cook dishes like tuna croquettes and beef roasts. Big beef roasts. I have a recipe for – get this – cherry Jello made with Coca-Cola and pieces of Twinkies floating in it.
I will reprogram my TV to just two channels, Turner Classic Movies and American Movie Classics. The radio will be locked on our local station KWXY, which I used to refer to as "the old people's station" but now I'll welcome for its nonstop Nelson Riddle with the occasional adventurous foray into Jo Stafford.
Sure, the plan isn't perfect. I can't quit my job as a criminal lawyer, so I will still deal with my drunk drivers, methamphetamine addicts, men who beat their spouses, and meth-addicted drunk-driving wife-beaters. A real 1950's man could only dream of a car like mine, my color television the size of an oven, or that amazing telephone I carry in my shirt pocket. Mr. Nineteen Fifty-Seven would have a heart attack if I took him to Costco. But it evens out – I covet his satisfaction about America's place in the world and his belief that the future holds nothing but good. He knows we beat the Jerries outta Europe and the Japs from the Pacific. Everyone has a job, and we're getting television-phones any day now – I know because they showed it at the 1956 World's Fair! Now if I could just stop referring to people as "Jerries" and "Japs" – that can't be nice. I also can't wait for my car that converts into a boat. Saw that one in Popular Mechanics.
So join me, will you? Imagine if all our neighbors moved to the 50's together. We could probably get a group discount on our cable service – remember? Just two channels. And we could hire a neighborhood kid to ride a shiny red bike every morning, delivering the antique newspaper with a satisfying thump against the front door.
Jimmy. The kid's name has to be Jimmy.
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
When You're Perfect
My house is a disaster right now. There is clean laundry in the recliner, five pairs of shoes scattered around the front room, the sewing machine is out and taking up space in the office and I really don't know what is causing the smell that is wafting from the kitchen. Speaking of smells, the Mr. has been butchering for his best friend to help out (its more of a help for us right now) and every day comes home smelling a combination of meat, vinegar and sweat. It is appalling. Every time he would come near me my gag reflexes took over and I would have to back away. It took me almost a week to recognize why I was so repulsed. Please forgive me for the lack of 'political correctness' but...he smells like a homeless person. He smells like a person that had not had a decent shower all summer long. He has been working very hard lately and I try not to give him a hard time but, yikes. The dog is overweight and now that the Mr. and I are both working full time, she never gets out of the house. I never make it to the gym myself and the longer that I stay still the bigger my rear end gets. My face is breaking out (after becoming an esthetician, I have become quite OCD about my skin). My cuticles are raggedy and sometimes the bills don't get paid on time. The truck is in the shop and the repair costs amount to enough to feed a small underdeveloped country. The other car is sitting in front of the house where it hasn't moved in months, its next to go into the shop. There is a film of dust covering it and it now looks like 'rich taupe' instead of the color it is, 'snowdrift white' (I made that color up, by the way). Life has thrown us many curve balls (some of the worst I haven't mentioned here and won't) but we know that we could have it much worse than we do. It is hard to remember that when we are in the midst of dodging those curve balls though. With the invention of social networking I start comparing my life to what I think others do or have. It is easy for me to think, 'Why me? Why is it that MY life is so tough and others seems to have it easy?' I look online and everyone else seems so perfect and I think 'What did I do wrong?'
I was just on one of those social networking sites and a friend that I have known for years was feeling the same way. I told her, 'Fake it, that's what I do'. I said it as a joke but then I really thought about it. I do fake it, most of the time. I fake that my life is more picturesque than it actually is. For me it makes me feel better. For me it is kind of an escape. When things get rough in the real world, I can relish in the small things that bring me joy. Today I treated myself to some delicious frozen yogurt at a local favorite yogurt shop. Dulce de Leche. It felt so decadent. It made my day and became my 'status update'. Last night I was a super ball of stress and woke up with bags under my eyes but today it was all turned around by a simple cup of frozen yogurt.
This is why I write about the 'little things'. This is why I write about San Francisco, cupcakes and day trips. This is why I post wistful photos, nostalgic art and classic literature I am reading. Maybe I am luckier than I think I am. I am able to fully leave reality even if it is only for a few moments at a time. These things are my escape. This is how I 'fake it'.
I was just on one of those social networking sites and a friend that I have known for years was feeling the same way. I told her, 'Fake it, that's what I do'. I said it as a joke but then I really thought about it. I do fake it, most of the time. I fake that my life is more picturesque than it actually is. For me it makes me feel better. For me it is kind of an escape. When things get rough in the real world, I can relish in the small things that bring me joy. Today I treated myself to some delicious frozen yogurt at a local favorite yogurt shop. Dulce de Leche. It felt so decadent. It made my day and became my 'status update'. Last night I was a super ball of stress and woke up with bags under my eyes but today it was all turned around by a simple cup of frozen yogurt.
This is why I write about the 'little things'. This is why I write about San Francisco, cupcakes and day trips. This is why I post wistful photos, nostalgic art and classic literature I am reading. Maybe I am luckier than I think I am. I am able to fully leave reality even if it is only for a few moments at a time. These things are my escape. This is how I 'fake it'.
Monday, August 16, 2010
25 Little Things About Me
('The Temptress' Jack Vettriano, my favorite artist)
1. I really enjoy not working and going to school. I have been working nonstop for 13 years and I don't want to go back.
2. I love to read and will read almost anything that I can get my hands on.
3. I read that book The Rules when I was single and decided to test it on the next guy that I dated. That guy was the Mr. He was supposed to just be the guinea pig in my social experiment.
4. I enjoy being married much more than I ever thought that I would but there are some things about being married that have completly surprised me.
5. Even though I play it cool to some of my friends, I can't wait to be a mother.
6. I have a hard time sqeezing into my pants and for the very first time in my life I don't determine my self worth by the size of my clothes. Not that I enjoy being a fatty, its just that I don't feel like I am the scum of the earth because of it.
7. I walk with my head held high and a smile on my face almost all the time.
8. I love things that come in individual sizes (ie: cupcakes)
9. The best job that I ever had was my first one, bagging groceries. If I could have had this as my lifelong career I would have done it in a heartbeat.
10. I have been crocheting since I was 9 years old. I was the only girl in the family that learned it from my grandmother.
11. I am completely jealous of my overachieving mother and brother but am happy that I am their number one cheerleader.
12. I am horrible with money but am trying to get better.
13. I love music from the 40s, 60s and 90s.
14. I have always been a night person and have always wanted to be a morning person.
15. Sometimes I miss smoking...but I try not to resent my husband for making me quit.
16. I wish that I was a runner. I have always envied those that say "I am going for a run"
17. I want to learn french, spanish and itlaian but I have a feeling that my ego stops me.
18. I want to learn to sew, garden, paint and floral arrangment but I have a feeling that it is just sheer laziness that stops me.
19. I am still naive in the sense that I think that no one talks about me behind my back, I am always surprised to find out they do.
20. I love to learn but absolutely hate homework.
21. I have been enrolled in 5 colleges in my lifetime, not all at once though.
22. Most women say that they will be bored as a stay at home wife and mother, I think that was what I was born to do. I have enough crafts, hobbies, classes and charities that I want to work with to keep me more than busy.
23. I didn't fully realize how much I hated my last job until I quit.
24. I will sometimes avoid social situations because I just don't feel like making small talk.
25. I have never mowed a lawn in my life. It is the only 'princess' quality that I insist on maintaining.
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
At least I showered...
I made a pot of coffee. I did all the laundry in the house. I watched some West Wing but not the Price is Right this morning (sorry G). I cleaned out the back of the truck from the Float and Bloat. I took a shower today. That's about it. I thought about writing for a couple of hours. I thought about going to the gym this morning. I thought about taking the dog for a walk. I thought about starting my french lessons. I thought about making some lemonade but that would have meant that I would have had to go to the store to get lemons. I thought about making that peach pie with the peaches from the neighbors house so that I would have something fun to blog about. None of the things I thought about doing ever made it to the point of things that actually got done. Instead I found some fun things to share.
I write like David Foster Wallace.
All the good men ARE taken.
This guy knocks it out of the park!
(via The Only Living Boy in New York)
Every month I say I am going to do the SF Cupcake Challenge. Last month's was alcohol. Who wants to make me commit to it?
After taking Another Great Cake Class, I really want to take the French Macaron Class from Baking Arts.
I need to make it to a Pick You Own Farm before the summer is over.
Oh yeah, I need to make these caramels too...one of these days.
(via Cupcakes and Cashmere)
Saturday, January 2, 2010
New Year Resolution: Get Organized
From the Modesto Bee (my hometown paper):
Professional Organizer from Riverbank Knows How to De-Clutter
By Kerry McCray
When Peggy Gardiner teaches a community education class on how to declutter your home, she asks students how many of them can park their car in the garage.
Only about half of the students raise their hands.
"And most of them have two-car garages," Gardiner said. "Can you believe it?"
Believe it. As the new year sets in, and people aim to simplify their lives, consider the following statistics:
The U.S. Department of Energy reports that one-quarter of people with two-car garages have so much stuff in there that they can't park a car.
According to the National Soap and Detergent Association, getting rid of clutter would eliminate 40 percent of housework in the average home.
The National Association of Professional Organizers says we spend one year of our lives looking for lost items.
Harris Interactive reports that 23 percent of adults say they pay bills late (and incur fees) because they lose them.
Enter Gardiner, a professional organizer and housekeeper. The 63-year-old, who used to run estates for wealthy people, teaches classes on -- well -- how to sort through stuff.
You need a class for that?
Many people do, according to Gardiner, who in 2008 started teaching home organization though Modesto Junior College's Community Education Department. Classes are usually full or close to full.
Students run the gamut from people who, say, just can't bring themselves to clean out their closets to people who can't find a clear path through their house.
She offers some surprising tips -- "If you buy fancy underwear, don't let it languish in the drawer;" "If it's not a bill, it goes in the trash" -- things she learned in her years of managing large homes for wealthy people.
Gardiner, who was born and raised in Modesto, got into the estate management field when her husband, Richard, became ill and the couple was forced to close their real estate investment business.
Gardiner hopped online to research possible careers and eventually signed up to study at the Starkey International Institute for Household Management in Denver. There, she learned everything from how to cook and serve a sit-down dinner for 12 to how to keep track of plumbers, contractors, finances and the like.
She went on to work for three families. One skill she picked up managing their homes is how to control clutter. One employer, she said, went so far as to prefer empty drawers.
Gardiner, who lives in a very tidy home in Riverbank, is a firm believer in less is more. She advises a family of four get by on eight place settings of dishes and 12 place settings of silverware.
Closets should be sparse, too. Got more than 16 pairs of shoes? Upwards of four purses? Get rid of them, Gardiner said.
Not surprisingly, Gardiner eschews storage units. "People don't even know what they have in there," she said.
She shakes her head at the idea of buying plastic bins and cardboard boxes before you clean out a room. "A lot of people never get around to it," she said.
Instead, Gardiner recommends picking a room in need of attention. Give yourself a few hours and three trash bags -- one for garbage, one for things to put away, and one for things you plan to donate.
Do so the same day. That way, you can park your car in your garage.
Peggy Gardiner teaches classes on home organization, cooking and party planning though Modesto Junior College Community Education.
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