Wednesday, March 31, 2010
The smell of freshly cut grass reminds me of the Midwest, too. As does the smell of rain but not all rain. The smell of thunderstorms is different. We don't get much of those so when I smell one, I think of home.
Not that I associate thunderstorm with home, mind you.
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Monday, March 29, 2010
professed my paper towel. Pray, what happens to people whose praise is not professed?
Friends are flowers in a life's garden,
My paper towel proffered this proposal,
You can bury a lot of troubles digging in the dirt.
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Top down and ice cream. Not at the same time, of course. (Tricky with manual transmission.)
So really, top down then ice cream. More specifically, top down, jazz on the radio, then.... You get the idea.
Clearly, the sun is out. But the sun is not out clearly. It's not one of those brilliant, blue sky days. More of a hazy, sunny day. Just enough sun to cast a shadow and make you hopeful that such brilliant, sunny days are around the corner. Just enough sun to remind you that you should get outside and take a walk. Just enough sun to eat ice cream, but not enough for it to be guilt free.
Chocolate chip mint, of course. And I paid cash this time.
Nutshell Library is a 4-book set of tiny children's books the titles of which are: Alligators All Around, Chicken Soup with Rice, One Was Johnny, and Pierre. Books that, while tiny (each 3.8 x 2.8 inches), were books that were read to me over and over until the dust jackets fell apart. Enough so that to this day we still quote parts of the stories to each other like they're inside jokes, memories that we share with each other that are exclusive of the outside world, capsules of childhood that we can carry in our pockets.
They were written by Maurice Sendak who also wrote Where The Wild Things Are (now a movie).
My mom saved these books until I had children of my own and then I read them again, over and over, to them.
But now those books are lost. Given to someone who is hopefully reading them to their kids and enjoying them as much as I did.
I want them back! I found a new set online and can't wait for them to be delivered. They won't be the same, not having been loved over the years. Not yet. Hopefully they'll become as much loved by my children's children as they were by me and my family and will be passed along to those they love.
But wait, there's more! While I was searching for these books online I discovered a children's album recorded by Carole King called Really Rosie. And just right now, as I was looking for a link to Really Rosie, I discovered it's not only an album, it's a children's musical!
It really does not get better than this. Listen to Pierre at lala.com. You'll care, too.
Friday, March 26, 2010
I have a CD in it now that I use for my waking up music as well as my going to sleep music which is a little confusing, although not too much. Now, every time I hear Blossom Dearie all I can think of is snuggling under the covers regardless of the time.
I'm listening to her self-titled CD recorded in 1956. (On 9/11 in NYC, as it turns out.) Good stuff. Got it here: King County Public Library.
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Monday, March 22, 2010
Before that, I had applied an oatmeal scrub (which included honey and egg white) but I managed to apply and remove it without his seeing which is the real key to the beauty thing. The men aren't supposed to know. They're supposed to think it's all natural.
I also prepared a lip scrub/mask of sugar and honey which not only made my lips soft but very sweet. It was hard not to lick it off while it was doing it's thing, whatever that was.
It's recycling (or composting) at a whole new level.
But I didn't just wear my food, I ate a little as well. Last night's dinner was Corned Beef Hash. I found the recipe in my copy of Joy of Cooking. I couldn't find the recipe online but I found the one for Turkey Hash which I made from the leftover turkey from Thanksgiving. (I made this last December, in case you were wondering.) Hash is the best thing to happen to leftover meat.
The corned beef was leftover from an Ale-Braised Corned Beef recipe from Real Simple. Maybe not the tastiest preparations ever, but certainly one of the simplest.
So, I'm well fed, soft, and tasty. Not bad for a Monday, eh?
Saturday, March 20, 2010
Friday, March 19, 2010
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Monday, March 15, 2010
So, I'm sitting here trying to think of something funny but I'm doing tax returns and what's so funny about that?
See if this is better:
I thought this was funny, too. This is an e-mail exchange:
Sent: Friday, March 05, 2010 3:33 PM
Subject: RE: donations
I know - best charity name ever
Sent: 03/05/2010 3:33 PM
Subject: RE: donations
When you go to their website you are greeted with “Join the Heifer community!”
I think not.
Sent: Friday, March 05, 2010 3:31 PM
Actual name of charity a client donated to
It's true. You can check it out here.
That's as funny as it gets, folks.
Friday, March 12, 2010
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Monday, March 8, 2010
After I rubbed the salt all over the cutting board, I had a bunch of it left over on my hands so I channeled Martha Stewart and got out the olive oil. I poured that on my hands with the salt and had myself a little impromptu salt scrub. Nice.
This morning, I had a similar Martha Stewart moment when I decided to use my leftover coffee grounds as a hand scrub. Again, nice. However, my hands got the jitters and everyone around me was craving a cup of joe.
And that's when I thought, Starbucks is missing a big opportunity. Instead of competing with 7-11's Big Gulp with the introduction of their new trenta, I think they should stay away from competing with McDonald's or 7-11, lest they become just like them.
No, I think they should differentiate by expanding into beauty products. Appeal to our vanity. Use the same addictive ingredients that make us come back over and over for a cup of overpriced coffee to make us want more of whatever beauty product they're hawking. Like baking chocolate chip cookies on the day of your Open House, they should be making hand creams that smell like mochas and whipped cream.
While I draw the line at $4 for a cup of coffee, there is apparently no limit when it comes to lotions and potions. I spend a ridiculous amount of money on such items and, for now, Starbuck's is missing out.
Sunday, March 7, 2010
This is a beauty, isn't it? A classic worth about $8 last time I checked. This toaster is fifty years old, I think. The way I remember it, it was a wedding gift to my parents and when I was growing up it was the coolest toaster on the block. (You've got to remember video games hadn't been invented yet so watching toast had an amusement value.)
I don't know what will happen to this toaster when I'm gone. Who will want it? Maybe the Toast Marketing Board will want it for an edition of Vintage Toaster Monthly.
Saturday, March 6, 2010
Friday, March 5, 2010
And, just for the event, I'm growing a big red zit in the middle of my face. Pretty much like High School.
Some things never change.
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
That happens to me whenever I ask my sweetheart about poker. As in, How was your poker game today?
I'm usually expecting Great. I won. - or - Not so good. I could have done better.
Instead, I always get a very long and detailed narrative of what cards he got, what the other players got, how they bet, what cards showed up on the flop, turn, and river. All the subsequent betting, and if you're still reading this I'm impressed. I actually hear what he's saying but it was more information that I was looking for.
This morning I just flashed him (not my smile) and he forgot what he was talking about. Good trick except now I think I'll hear more about poker than ever....
One of the questions was Have you ever had sex in exchange for money?
Once, I said, Of course. I'm married.
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
I always want to say to the next person
It wasn't me!
It's not like a conversation. I don't have multiple persona's at work here. It's just the way I think. Speaking of which, I spoke to a reader who commented that some of my posts must have been drug-induced, as they were "out there." Sorry to say, that's how I think pretty much all the time. Maybe not "out there" but not entirely "in there" either.
It's funny that I don't listen to books considering that's how I read them. Out loud, inside my head. The Curmudgeon-in-Chief at 76003.1414 writes:
Audio books take longer because listening is slower, but for book books, the kind you read with your eyes, two, maybe three days suffices for a good one so seven is plenty of time.
I have to work at reading a book in a month. I know exactly how many pages I have to read each day in order to finish before my book is due. I like how the words sound, in my head, so these things can't be rushed. But that definitely made War and Peace and very, very long read for me.
I've always thought the definition of blogging should be "the outlet for the running conversation in my head." But narration is a better word since mine is the only voice in there. If it weren't for blogging, some of this might leak out loud. And If you thought reading this blog was "out there," consider the audio version.
Over and over he said it, his new word.
Problem is, he can't pronounce the L.