May 30, 2008

When life hands you lemons…

…sometimes it’s because you just bought a lemon tree.

… and maybe with this lemon tree, you have visions of fresh-squeezed lemonade, lemon sorbet, chicken piccata, lemon vinaigrette, lemon meringue pie, margaritas, hefeweizen, lemon bars, garnishes for cosmopolitans before you go see Sex and the City on the silver screen.
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May 25, 2008

This day in history: a quiz

May 25 marks what?
a) The release of Star Wars Episode IV: A New Hope
b) Towel Day
c) The day that I married the love of my life
d) All of the above

If you answered d, you’re a genius. And if you know what Towel Day is, you’re also a geek.


Today, Matte and I are celebrating our first anniversary. Last night we had dinner here, the restaurant that catered our wedding. We drank fantastic wine from the winery where we got married, and for dessert, the restaurant replicated a small version of our wedding cake. It was a perfect meal, with perfect company.

After leftover wedding cake for breakfast, Matte and I are visiting Murrieta’s Well for a few tastes of wine and a picnic (if the weather holds out). Then we have appointments at a spa for some pampering, courtesy of our friends June and Beth.

We got each other gifts, (paper is the traditional first wedding gift), but my gift to him isn’t ready yet, and his to me wasn’t ready in time either. So, darn, we’ll just have to celebrate again next weekend! As someone who celebrates their birthday for the entire month of August, this is fine by me. And I do have a gorgeous floral arrangement to enjoy. It’s made of purple irises, white roses and green hydrangeas – the same flowers that decorated our special day – all kept safely out of the destructive cats’ reach.

The other day, my friend Krissy, who introduced me to Matte said that she was thinking about us and realized that Matte is the perfect guy for me. She said it is as if we were made for each other. I couldn’t agree more.

Matte, I love you with all my heart. If this past year is any indication, we are in for a wonderful life together, filled with laughter, silliness, and love.

May 23, 2008

The Dreams

Inside the tunnels, the stone tunnels, are the trains
And inside the trains, the steel trains, are the bags of skin
And inside the thin skin are the blood and the bones
And inside the blood and the bones are the dreams
It really is that simple, it really is that fragile
I am one such dream inside the blood and the bones and the bags and the
trains and the tunnels
There’s a dream sitting next to me
There’s a dream across from me

We all know that one day
The tunnels will crumble and the trains will stop
And the blood and the bags and the bones will be gone
And in between now and then something will happen to all the dreams
I don’t know what will happen to the other dreams

But I know what will happen to me
Sure as rain, I know, sure as winter

I’ll breathe and grieve and struggle and strive and love, love
And if I’m lucky once, just once, the dream will drop to the floor like a vase
and shatter in shards of silence
Where I will see, I will see in the pattern of the pieces, I will
See something

This will, this will happen
But now the train with all its fragile cargo rolls on.

Peter Mulvey

May 21, 2008

Is it Friday yet?

Happy Hour

May 18, 2008

Weekend thoughts – a bulleted list

  • It’s Sunday, and rather than relish in the last remaining non-workday, all I can think about is how excited I am for Memorial Day weekend. Just that one extra day makes the weekend like a mini vacation.
  • Our apartment is in a massive state of disarray right now. I should be doing something to uhm…array? it, but instead, here I am typing. I cleaned out my closet in a fit of “none-of-these-damn-clothes-fit-my-fat-ass-anymore-so-why-do-I-keep-them?” Consequently, we have numerous bags of tax deductions waiting to go to Goodwill.
  • In an attempt to raise money for Team In Training, I am selling a huge pile of books on Amazon. So, along with Trader Joe’s bags full of discarded clothing, the floor is covered in piles of books.
  • Daphne is hissing at Desmond right now because he cannot be near her without batting her and emitting a purr/meow that sounds like a dove’s coo. Daphne is not charmed by him one bit.
  • Wow, I used to really like Usher, but as I watch him on last night’s SNL, I am realizing he’s a bit lame. Maybe he’s a good dancer, but I’m just not in to that kind of showcasing performance.
  • I should blog more, shoot more photos, read more, cook more, clean more, and be more organized.
  • David Cook will not win American Idol this week (unless someone destroys Utah’s lines of communication). But he should. David Barfuleta is better suited to performing in the Mormon Tabernacle Choir. I have the same reaction to hearing that little Monchichi sing as I do when I hear Gee Dub talk.
  • Matte and I went to a fun party last night and met a bunch of fun people. There was burnt almond cake from Dick’s bakery, and I refrained from eating more than one piece. Since I was the cutter of the cake, I made sure my one piece was huge with lots of frosting and almonds though.
  • I think I’ll go to BlogHer. How can I not? It’s in San Francisco, practically in my backyard (if my backyard was 50 miles long, and if I had a backyard in the first place).
  • I am really good at procrastinating.
  • This post is extremely haphazard, but it’s Sunday, and I don’t get paid to think on Sundays.

May 15, 2008

Oooh! What’s that?

Ooh! What's that?

May 12, 2008

It was foggy at KFOG’s KaBoom

The fog made for less than stellar fireworks photos, but it made the Bay Bridge look pretty cool.
Bay Bridge at Night

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