Sundays In My City--Paint-N-Wine

If you've never been to a painting and wine class, you must try it.

Even if you don't feel very artistic or you just don't really like wine.
Go!!!

One of these is not like the other...And that would be mine. ha ha

 

Art is about expressing yourself, not being perfect.
Maybe when the vino starts to flow, you'll let yourself go. 

We went to PaintNVineyard here in San Diego.

I had so much fun with my friends, I knew my sister Tori would love it.
So we went.

 This is how we celebrated her birthday.


Happy Sundays In My City.



If you have a story to share,
 feel free to link-up with the wonderful Unknown Mami. 

Trying Something New--Monday Morning.

I've decided to forgo the typical tome my blog posts normally become, in favor of pictures. A style I've borrowed from the lovely hostess of this fantastic link-up. Thank you Leeann!

Imagine there are numbers by each picture.

1. My new mini Vornado fan. Bedside. 

Because I'm that hot!
 2. Business casual at work. I used to wear a uniform. 

Enough said.
3. I've wanted one of these for a while 

(I found it on clearance! SCORE!)

It's on my shopping list on Pinterest.
4. Chobani, key lime crumble Greek yogurt. 

Not bad. Kind of good. 

I might buy it again.

Happy Monday, My Internal Calender is Jacked Up!

I have no idea when I did, what I did.
So I'm going to randomly post about stuff.
Because lately when I'm home trying to write, my brain is mush.
 It's mostly because of my sinuses and global warming.
I blame both of those things.

Movies

OZ the Great and Powerful. 

We watched this like a million years ago.

 I loved all the pretty colors
but as a (straight) die hard fan of the Wizard of Oz,

my husband was not wowed.
I did feel like Mila Kunis and James Franco were sort of miscast
but Michelle Williams can do no wrong.

42

I'm not a huge fan of baseball but this movie made me a believer.
Even if it was for a few hours.
I was inspired by Jackie Robinson and his wife, beaten down by racism, they overcame.
I spent the movie verklempt and teary eyed.
I thought the acting was wonderful, the script was ehhh.

I started watching a couple new shows that are promising.

Hannibal
We are liking it so far. It's well done and interesting.

(My husband and I are huge fans of the book Red Dragon and the movie Silence of the Lambs)

Defiance
A sci-fi-y show about Earth being settled by homeless aliens.
It has a steampunk meets, Mad Max Beyond Thunder Dome feel to it.  

Bates Motel
A deconstructed modern version of the original movie and I'm hooked.

The Job

My new seasonal position at work is going well.

 I've been doing my best to keep busy and learn as much as I can.

It's the strangest thing, for the first time in a while, I don't feel awkward.
I also was able to wear business casual on Friday. 

When you've worked in a uniform for 5 years,

 it's pretty exciting to get out of it.

Random Picture Poem

A few weeks ago, a friend of ours (who puts up creativity prompts on her FB page)
challenged people to create a poem using book titles.
Here's mine.

The Muse Is In, Martha Stewart's Dinner at Home.
Fearlessly Baking,
Green Eggs and Ham,
100 Ideas That Changed Film,
and Wicked Everyday Celebrations, On the Road.

Big thanks to Leeann from Join the Gossip for hosting such a great Monday link-up. Cheers!

Barney the Metaphor Dog

I once had a husband who had a Shar-Pei. Even though he was fat, untrained, and spoiled, that cute dog worked his way into my heart. I do have a soft spot of all living animals, so much so that I even allowed him to sleep with me, even though his hair made me itch.

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 Anytime I'd open the front door, Barney (the Shar-Pei not the ex) would escape. My dear darling ex-husband (yes that was sarcasm) would make me follow the dog all around the neighborhood, until I could catch him. So there I was almost daily running after this effing dog, looking like an idiot. I'd call his name and he'd just look back and keep running as if to say "I'm out of here bitches, don't wait up!" I quickly (out of desperation) learned tricks, to catch him quicker. If he stuck his head in a bush, I'd run like hell and jump on the 50 pound Shar-Pei and then haul him home.

 I simultaneously loved and hated them both. 


I later learned that Shar-Peis are a domineering animal and you have to show them who's boss or they'll take advantage of you. Holy crap! Talk about a metaphor for my whole relationship with the ex!

The FACE of EVIL!!!

The whole situation was a terrible one (thank God my life is so much better now) I was stuck for a while but like Barney said (in my imagination) eventually, I was like "I'm out of here bitches, don't wait up!" 

Big thanks to Tiffany for hosting this brilliant link up.

Friday Fragments---Nostalgic, Stream of Consciousness

Happy Friday, party people. My dogs ache from a physically hard few days at work. And glory hallelujah, I have nothing to do tonight so I'm putting my feet up and writing a blog post.
I have no plan for this post but I'm still writing it.

       Here's a really cute 6 second video of my niece dancing...On a chair...In front of a water cooler...She loves her some Gypsy Kings.

In honor of the new bio-pic about Liberace (which I cannot wait to see) starring Michael Douglas and Matt Damon, I put Liberace Radio on my Pandora. Such opulent, grandiose (I seriously could not think of any other description, I'm so cliche, I know) music puts one in quite a mood. I suddenly feel the need to sip champagne and wear a boa.
My grandmother was a fan, so I'm a fan, in my own weird way.



I've been really confused lately about friends and family. I'm really trying to stay positive and be a lover not a fighter. I'm not a good frenemy. I hate that frenemy B.S. I either love you, like you, am indifferent or I stay away from you (there are few people who make me want to avoid them all together.) Being fake is so hard for me because it gives me anxiety. So when I feel people are being insincere with me, it confuses me and it makes me want to push EVERYONE away. Shit talkers are the bane of my existence right now and I don't want to be one. I want to go, being happy and lucky. But noooo, I was born in a family of critics. I hate it and I don't want to be like that. If it means locking myself away from the world, I don't want to be THAT! And yet I am that. I fall into that trap, time and time again. I refuse to accept it for my future. I must change.The only way I've found to combat it, is to work on myself. Change myself. Like that saying "Be the change you want to see in the world."  Sigh...



On a lighter note. All of the pastel clothes that are in style right now totally remind me of when I was 11.

 I loved mint green and peach. Now I'm thinking there couldn't possibly be 2 other colors that would look worse on me. ha ha

My cousins, I'm the one wearing the mint green on the right.

As soon as I get some extra cash, I may submit to the trend only because I have incredibly fond memories every time I see that pastel color scheme.


And now my totally random list of some of the things I miss from 1987 (Cue 1987 channel on Pandora and guess what's on? The Smiths, How Soon is Now.)


The mix and match slouch socks.

Plastic Jewelry (I still have some.)

Plastic watches (with interchangeable strap, I bought my collection at Woolworth's) and Swatch watches.

I'm totally wearing the plastic watch in this pic and my sister's wearing the metal version.

My stone-washed jacket.

So fashionable. ha ha

Leggings (So happy this is back, but for how long?)

Anything paint splattered  (I had a pair of pink, paint splattered converse.)

The feeling I'd get from a three month, endless summer.

My T&C shorts that I never wanted to take off

Cute, blonde, surfer boy neighbors

Being able to wear button down shirts with no problem.

Teen magazines

My sticker collection (I have an adult collection...Not the same.)

Looking cute with short hair

My aunt worked for Gordon & Smith, she let me pick put this cute outfit at the warehouse

 
What do you miss from your youth?
If you grew up in the '80s here's a great list of things that will instantly make you nostalgic.



Happy Friday Fragments everybody! Please go show my gracious FF hostess Mrs. 4444 some love.

Food Glorious Food--Crepe Craving

I'm not a foodie but I do love food.

In the themes of my life, wanting and not getting has been recurring lately.
Specifically with crepes.
My aunt hosts crepe Sundays at her coffee shop "Packards" in Ramona,
where my superstar/everywoman cousin, Samatha makes crepes for the desiring public.

My cousin Samantha's perfect creation

A video of my cousin, in action.



I for whatever reason have not made it up there to try that crepe-y goodness.
So I've been left with a unsatisfied craving.
We do have a crepe stand at work. But it's never open. Booo!
Yesterday after my husband's Drs. appt. we had the option of going to a crepe place or tacos.
Tacos won out.

Of course I regretted it last night, when the craving returned.

So I high-tailed it to Target and bought some Nutella 

(that news story about people who stole tons of it, furthered the craving) and a few ripe bananas.
Thinking, in the morning it will be on.

This morning, I woke up, ran to the kitchen, pulled up Martha's site. Started getting the ingredients out.
Only to find that certain items had to be room temperature.
Hello microwave!
And then the flour and salt had to be sifted
(thank God I have a sifter, but it took forever, why didn't I read this recipe earlier?)

Midway, I had to stop to dip pretzels into the Nutella,

 I didn't want to faint from low blood sugar. 
I finally mixed the dry and wet ingredients
sifted again
and then I read those awful words
"Refrigerate for 2 hours, or overnight"

What?
Boooo!

It did give me time to write a blog post 

and tell you about the time I tried to make crepes (years ago)

 after eating them at a fabulous (who happens to be French) friend's dinner party.
The ones I made came out like fat, rubbery, pancakes.
It was years ago but I'm still a little nervous now. Let's see how they turned out.

Not bad for a crepe novice. Huh? They were pretty tasty too.One is Nutella with bananas and the other is peanut butter and jelly.

I have plenty of batter to last me through the weekend. 

I need to pick up powdered sugar (totally forgot that one.) I also want to try lemon butter crepes. Although, no whip cream for me, I hate the stuff. 

I swear to you,
these only came out delicious because I used Martha Stewart's recipe,
or perhaps it's a family talent.


Have you ever made crepes? Are you willing to try? It will be worth it. 

Happy Sundays In My City, everyone. And big thanks to Unknown Mami for hosting such a great link-up.

Mad Libs for Bloggers

I SERIOUSLY LOVE this blog generator I found, courtesy of Lisleman.

And I give you, today's blog post.

Darling... I just climbed out from under my rock and realized, I have not updated this since people stopped clapping and Tinkerbell died... You would not believe how tidy my house is now. I hope you still love me!.

I am lost in a sea of pseudo-olde-English with work, waiting for the onshore winds, just generally being a companion to anyone unfortunate to cross my path, my day is a magical flight from the second star on the right, straight on to midnight. I am avoiding recapture, but never say never.

I promise I will make more of an effort to blog more often until the nice men in the white coats come back. Seriously! This is for my ever faithful, devoted public..


To make your own go to... http://www.aussiebloggers.com.au/blogpost.html