Category Archives: life

Let the Birthday Planning Commence!

My birthday is in just a couple of weeks.  It’s not a landmark year, but it’s far too close to that landmark year, if you know what I mean.  While I typically celebrate one-on-one with my husband on the actual day (and then with a girlfriend sometime thereafter), I like to plan a dinner with my girlfriends too.

So I’m starting the planning stages of mine and wonder how many people – or in this case, women – plan our own birthdays.

Of course I was smart enough to also start reminding the hubs.  Then again, I also need to remind him of our anniversary (just to be on the safe side) the five days before my birthday.  I’m thinking that he can start thinking about my gift now. It sounds petty and shallow, I know, but I didn’t get anything for Christmas or Valentine’s Day this year (long story) and I just want something from his heart (he writes beautiful cards when he takes the time to buy them).

Any suggestions on kinds of food or party atmosphere for my girl’s night?  I’d go with tapas, but we’re doing a group tapas dinner next week (and the big day is only a week after that).  What about a fun giftie idea for the hubs?  I’m eying the new Splendid Table’s How to Eat Supper cookbook, but I just might buy that myself with some birthday gift cards (from the in-laws).

On a related note, please head on over to Sizzle’s house and wish her (an official) very happy birthday today!

Must Blog. No Energy.

I had a blogging presentation with a group of Beverly Hills mom-prenueurs (and you know how I hate that term!). Overall, things went quite well. I also noticed that having a pricing chart made things much easier since the ladies where able to see what the different packages entail when it comes to beginner blogging. Nice.

Then I started feeling the twitches of a migraine trying to work it’s way through. I crashed for an hour thinking it might help, but I still feel it niggling about. Hopefully some food will help.

Remember a while back I briefly mentioned some varmints in our ceiling or floor in the (what would be the) dining room? Well, that’s actually what woke me from my nap. Turns out now they’re scratching away at the wall in our bedroom. I guess I need to let the landlords know.

Okay, off now to find food. Return one of the shirts I bought for the hubster. Find an affordable & cute black patent purse (dammit!) for the wedding in June. Track down some pretty petal shoe-thingies. Don’t be surprised if I come home with some new makeup. I’m just in that sort of mood!  Tift Merrit show at the Troubador tonight.  Woohoo!

Do You Have a Diet Soda Addiction?

I only ask because I wonder this myself.  Shine (you know, Yahoo’s new “womens” network) did a story the other day (thanks go input from Hungry Girl and quite a few folks commented regarding their own addiction to diet sodas. I’m not sure sure I’m an “addict” as I don’t seem to show any of the “side effects” that most talk about.  To be honest, I can go days without caffeine without so much as a migraine (and I actually suffer from migraines from time to time).  But I do wonder if many of the folks leaving comments about migraines and general aches are actually talking about a diet soda addiction or something more akin to a basic caffeine addiction.

If you are thinking about kicking the diet soda habit (I do hear that it’s quite bad for you – especially the aspartame)  then let this list of alternative drinks over at Noshtopia help you out.  Kelly the Kitchen Kop also has some helpful advice.  Me, I think I’m ready to cut down (more than I already do).  I think I’ll be going back to water or iced tea as my beverages of choice when I’m out of the house – I drank far too much Coke while I was sick for me to feel comfortable with myself.

Not Fair!!

Consider yourself warned that this will be the post where a grown adult bitches about zits…

Really.  How is it even possible that continue to get zits when you’re damn near pushing forty?  Isn’t it bad enough that I blessed with horrible skin through most of my adult life.  Isn’t the fact that I have to pay a pretty penny to see a dermatologist (not covered by my basic co-pay) on a regular basis painful enough?  What about the $60+ prescriptions that bleach my clothes and my bedding?

While I don’t mind the occasional, monthly, PMSy blemish from time to time.  But really, the painful ones?  The ones that take nearly a week to surface at which time you’ve dried up half your chin with the prescriptions, yet it’s still there?  Come on, give a gal a break.  Let me have some clear, blemish (and crater) -free skin for longer than a month please.  Shouldn’t I at least be rewarded in some way for getting older and getting even closer to 40?  When is it going to stop?!?!?!

*sigh*

I’m a Prisoner in My Own Home!

I hate this waiting.  Just sitting here, not able to leave.  Why?  Well, because I’m expecting a wine shipment.  Knowing my luck, if I leave, I’ll miss the UPS guy and then I’ll just have to wait around yet another day.  Interestingly, my UPS guy is normally here before noon.  And now, well, now it’s nearly 4:00PM.

I guess I should be thankful that we have something for dinner so I won’t have to run out last minute.  Of course, I’m going nuts without the milk.  I’m craving tea like crazy since I can’t have a cuppa of course.  But I can always just walk up to the corner – after the wine gets here – and pick some up.

Onto to something totally unrelated…purses.  I’m currently shuffling back and forth between three and can’t seem to make up my mind as to which one to move into already.  Of course, I really, really want a new purse (some might call it a little bit of an addiction), but I’m doing my best to not go there.  Then again, I’m having issues with just how much some purses cost these days – which is code for I’m lusting after a Cole Haan – and why is a decent patent clutch costing $7oish these days?

So how many purses do you own?  More importantly, how many purses do you actually use?  Do you buy new ones each season or each year?

What I Am Doing VS What I Should Be Doing

What I Am Doing

I’m transferring all my blackberry photos (man some of them really suck) to the memory card so I can add them to flickr.

I’m sitting her (dressed for once – yoga pants still count as being dressed, right?) putzing around reading blogs and other online stuff.

I’m twittering and twittering – basically talking to myself.

I’m waiting for the UPS guy to deliver our wine shipment – of course it was a 9:00am – 5:00pm window.

I’m sitting her shivering just a bit with cold hands because I’m out of milk and don’t feel like herbal tea.

What I Should Be Doing

I should be writing an article on blogging for LWL.

I should be catching up on some business reading so I can prepare for my next workshop.

I should be editing the interview I did months ago so I can get that up on my site.

I should be writing up a slew of interview questions for various authors.

I should be writing up and editing a couple of blog posts for my site.

I should be responding to the emails I have sitting in my inbox waiting for me.

I should be finding a location where I can lead paid workshops.

I should be folding the laundry properly and washing the current batch.

I should be vacuuming – or at least scheduling a cleaning lady.

I should be looking for something to make for dinner tonight and tomorrow (and buying that milk for my tea!)

Well, it looks like there’s more that I should be doing than I currently am doing.  Guess I should get busy then, huh?

Questions, So Many Questions

I’ve noticed since I’ve started Twittering that I don’t seem to be blogging as much.  So my first question…is this normal?  I mean does everyone cut down on their blogging since they now spend time updating the masses (ha!) via Twitter?

One of my best friends from high school is getting married in June.  I can’t wait.  Obviously, I’ve been shopping for that perfect outfit.  Another one of my best friends (back from my teaching days) has written a great blog post for my site about living as an ex-pat.  My other bestest friend (from my days in the desert) runs a touring business.  All of this brings me to my next question…do you still, as a grown adult, refer to your friends as your “best friends”?  More importantly, do you have more than one best friend?  I do and I love them each with all my heart (and to be honest, I’m not a big fall of calling them my “best friend”)

Does anyone else have a (totally irrational) fear of moths or other flying insects?  I know they can’t hurt me, but dammit if they don’t freak my ass out.

The husband is off to see Springsteen tonight and tomorrow.  Solo.  I already saw the show the first time around (and believe it or not, pretty much hated it – it was totally a show just for his die hard fans).  Of course, this time around the set list is amazing and well, I’m not going.  That kinda sucks.  No question here, though I still am intrigued by what you all wear when you go to concerts (I was totally under-dressed and not sporting nearly enough cleavage at Bon Jovi on Friday).

I know I work from home and really, honestly have no excuse for my house not being spotless, but alas, it is not.  When my hubs got his killer raise, I told him that I wanted to get a cleaning lady.  It’s been nearly a month now and while I’ve gotten a couple of names, I’ve yet to actually call anyone.  Dork that I am, I’m still not sure I can completely commit to it without feeling like a giant faker for having someone come in and clean while I’m sitting here in the office poking around online working.  Anyone use a cleaning lady and have any words of advice?  Any suggestions on how to clear off the tops of my flat surfaces (like the dressers and tv unit) before the cleaning lady gets started?  Have I mentioned the piles of CDs?

And on to my last question…is it just me, or does anyone else have an over abundance of under garments?  I can barely get my drawer to shut I have so much crap, but to be honest, I rarely even wear half of it.  In fact, most of it is either too big now (woohoo!) or still just too small (grr!)  How does one deal with this sort of mess? Hell, half my wardrobe seems to be either too big or just too small.  And don’t even get my started on the  mess that is my sock drawer.  I’m thinking that if I actually took the time to clean out just these two drawers, I might actually be able to pass on an extra drawer to the hubby.

What Do You Wear to Concerts?

I’m sitting here putting the finishing touches on my concert-going outfit before I head out to pick up the hubster at work.  By the way, it turns out there is such a thing as too much Child perfume *yikes*  So as I’m sitting her in my too big jeans,  cuteish black tee and old sneakers, I got to wondering what other people wear.  And I rarely bring a purse, just my ID in case I want a drink, and some cash.  Oh and my glasses and ear plugs (man, getting old sucks!)

I’ve learned the hard way to shoot for comfort.  Too many times I’ve worn the wrong shoes and have paid the price.  Hell, half the time it’s about a mile or so hike just from the parking lot – hence the sneaks.  I also typically wear something that I won’t care about if someone spills beer on – hence the old (too big) jeans and the simple tee.

But have you ever noticed that sometimes folks seem to go all out for concerts?  They’ve got on the perfect jeans with their teeter-tottering heels, that adorable, yet pricey top and that jumbo, monster-sized, uber-trendy purse..  Or maybe that’s just the SoCal market – LA and Orange County are like two totally different places on the fashion scale.

So before I head out the door to grab the hubs, I’m curious, what do you where to concerts?

At Least I Was Expecting It

To put it simply, my husband’s side of the family seems to be lacking some social graces.  They are absolutely wonderful people and I love spending time with them.  But…you knew a but was coming….but…they just don’t  get the concept of event planning.

It wouldn’t be out of the ordinary to come home to a message on the answering machine on a Friday night (after 9:30pm) inviting us to something like a confirmation on Saturday morning at 9:00am.  Mind you, they would have known this date for a month at least, but still, the actual invitation doesn’t happen until the last minute.  This is across the entire batch of siblings (though it’s more likely to happen more last minute with one sibling – previous example – than with the other two). Same thing happens with recitals, school plays sporting games and birthdays.

For the most part, I’d been expecting this latest last minute invitation.  I knew my nephew’s first birthday was any day now.  I’d even already purchased his gift to make sure I had it on hand when said last minute invitation arrived.  So yes, I wasn’t completely surprised when we received an emailed “invitation” to his first birthday for this Sunday – as in four days away.  But I can still be grumpy about the whole thing.

I mean how does someone not know when they’ll be having the first birthday (or other milestone event)?  They know when his birthday is.  They know it will be a Sunday (dad is a mail carrier, so he only gets Sundays off).  So surely they knew it would be this weekend and surely they knew it would be this weekend at least a week ago.  So why wait until four days before the big event to even see if family can make it?

Most often, I don’t worry about it.  If we can’t make it, we can’t make it.  I don’t try to rearrange our schedule and I don’t feel guilty if we’ve got other plans.  Mind you, it took at least 2-4 years before I finally stopped stressing and freaking about this sort of thing.  Then again, it probably took me 4-5 years to stop freaking out and stressing about his family’s lack of social graces and planning around the family holidays as well.

My husband likes to say that it’s just his family.  He figures that his parents (mostly his mom) never bothered with basic social etiquette so there wasn’t any modeling going on while they were growing up.  In fact, he said that his family as a whole rarely socialized with others period.  And I guess I can let that work as an excuse.

But…they’re all adults heading towards mid-life now.  They watch TV, they interact socially both at work and at home.  Surely they must be aware just how rude inconsiderate their behaviors are.  Surely they must.  Though sadly, I don’t think they do.

And of course the planner and organizer in me wants to just schedule these family get-togethers in advance so we can know when they’re coming and plan around them.  Yeah, we’ll see how that goes.

Are You Near a William Sonoma Outlet?

Do any of my bloggie friends live near a William Sonoma outlet? I love their soaps and lotions. In fact, I fell so in love with their winter berry products while at a friend’s house that this past Christmas they bought me the three-pack (lotion, soap & dish soap) for Christmas. Of course, I fell in love with it the year before and had already purchased it as soon as I had gotten home that year.

Since then, I’ve purchased their jasmine-scented soap and lotion for my non-winter seasons. I’ve fallen so in love with with this line that I’ve purchased it for others for gifts. Wouldn’t you know it, they discontinued this original product line, changed up the scents and redesigned the bottles.

Now I can’t seem to find the jasmine dish soap anywhere. It’s not on clearance in their catalog or in the stores. In fact, I can’t even find the jasmine one on ebay. Being the desperate (and some might say a bit OCD) I stopped by the store today to ask about it. Turns out all the merchandise has been sent to the outlet stores.

Thing is, we don’t have an outlet near us (though I do know there’s one on the way to Vegas at State Line) and I don’t have any plans of traveling near one any time soon. So I’m wondering, if any of my bloggie friends live near a William Sonoma Outlet, I’d be more than willing to compensate you for your troubles if you wouldn’t mind picking me up a couple of the dishsoaps (or one dish soap and one refill).

Could I be so lucky? Anyone?