little notes

1. How is it that we are out of town for not even two whole days and it decides to rain?! (Of course, yes, I understand that the weather doesn't revolve around me -- otherwise it might always be overcast -- but I am still disappointed that we missed this much-discussed summer storm.)

2. It is so much easier to grate unfrozen cheddar cheese than frozen.

3. I just read a comment elsewhere with a reference to 'backward cleavage.'

4. Where have all the payphones gone/long time passing/where have all the payphones gone/long time ago? (I'll tell you where...to The Land Before Cellphones.)



-- Where Have All the Flowers Gone?, Kingston Trio (there is no video, at all, so: background music? sure) (I embedded the Kingston Trio's rendition because this is how I first heard the song.)

blogher...or not

I was really hoping that BlogHer was going to, yet again, be on this side of the country, but, alas, it was in Chicago. I really wanted to go, but I really knew that I would never be able to afford it.

I was really hoping that BlogHer would switch back to the west next year, but, alas, it will be in New York. Ugh.

And, I shut my finger in a door today. So,...

tales of mundanity

Mundaneness? Whatever.

Cardo just woke up from a four-and-a-half hour nap.

I just finished catching up on Fussy.

I'm almost finished with Morality for Beautiful Girls.

I worked my way through forty minutes of yoga this evening and realized, yet again, that the relaxation at the end is always my favorite. (I should just let myself sleep right there on my yoga mat, on the living room floor, in my hand-me-down exercise-wear camisole with built-in sports-bra and thirteen-year-old entirely-too-stretched-out elastic-waist plaid shorts.)

I'm thinking that I'll apply a vinegar-baking-soda-water mixture to my head in the bathtub in an attempt to wash out two months worth of pool chemicals.

G'night.

life lessons

Early this year, Pic and I were checking out planet books from the library. Of course, there are some declaring we have nine planets in this here solar system and other, newer books explaining that Pluto isn't a planet. This wasn't at all difficult for Pic to process. Here's how she explained it, 'Pluto's not a planet...he's a dog.'*

Thank you, Disney.

* This makes sense to her, but she still refuses to believe that Goofy is a dog also. Doesn't make sense to me either, but I didn't create these weird relationships between these (some-more-than-others) anthropomorphized animals.

rave review...or is it?

Sometimes I love reading others' reviews. Here's one for a restaurant we might return to in our upcoming travels.

We went for Saturday night dinner. The special was Prime Rib. It was a little tough but it was big. The ranch dressing on the cold green salad was good. Simple, like home cooking. For dessert I ordered Raspberry pie a la mode. It was wonderful. They have a cute selection of fising T-shirts and lots of good nastalga on the walls to read and look at. Next time I will go for breakfast and try the waffles.

Sounds pretty good right? Other than the meat that was a little tough, right? So, guess how many stars out of five possible this reviewer gave? Go ahead, guess.

Two.

notes and pages

Albums I bought at Recycled Records on my last day of car ownership:
The Joshua Tree -- U2
Storm Front -- Billy Joel
Bob Marley and the Wailers Vol 1
Gather Round: Songs for Kids and Other Folks
Red Hot + Rhapsody: The Gershwin Groove

The first two were nostalgic picks. The third was because Cardo was asking me recently who Bob Marley was.

Books I bought today at Goodwill (none of which I've read before):
Colonize This!: young women of color on today's feminism -- Daisy Hernandez and Bushra Rehman (eds)
Naked -- David Sedaris
A Tree Grows in Brooklyn -- Betty Smith
Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister -- Gregory Maguire
The Friday Night Knitting Club -- Kate Jacobs

Thirty dollars for the music and fourteen for the books. I love me some secondhand goods.

I also picked up a few new books for Pic, including Dear Mr Henshaw by Beverly Cleary. I loved this book when I was younger, especially the lunch box alarm. I'll probably read it myself here soon.

Right now, though, I'm reading my way through the No. 1 Ladies' Detective Agency series, thanks to Coach J lending them to me. I'm on the third book.

glorious food

I almost regret our decision to only have one kid. My baby shower cake was definitely not this awesome. (Actually, I don't remember there being a cake at the baby shower/birthday party...hmmm.)



[From Cake Wrecks]