Try as I might, she always finds a way to get to me.... Invariably, I come upstairs to tell the boy dinner is ready with tears in my eyes. Today, the show was about Mitch Albom's book "One More Day". Who would I want to spend one more day with: EASY. My Grandma B....My mom, like so many others, worked while I was growing up. Before I went to school, I was dropped off at my Grandma B's in the morning. If I could capture one moment of time, it would be of me at 6 or 7 swinging in the backyard of my grandma's - around 8 am - with the mist still in the air - everything quiet. Grandma hanging up clothes in the backyard. That's my memory.
She was the best......best cook.....best seamstress...best pound cake maker, for sure....She would sew for people in the neighborhood - alterations, dresses, anything. While she was sewing, she would sing hymns. Maybe that's where I got my off-key singing. I don't care. It sounded like angels to me. She would let me play hair-dresser with her hair while she worked at the sewing machine or do her nails when she was watching her stories (how else could I remember Alec Baldwin as Billy Aldridge on the Doctors?) Wow, if I could spend one more day with my Grandma B, I would show her what my life was now since she has been gone and hope (just hope) that what I've made of my life is what she would be proud of.
Damn that Oprah....
12.05.2007
Best Ebay Buy EVER
I am J Crew's Bitch. I can't help myself. I love those pretentious bastards. Every time I get one of those catalogs with preppy overpriced clothing (weekly it seems, but don't let it fool you: only the cover changes), I lose all of my bargain shopping instincts. How can I not when they have all of these delicious-sounding colors like citron or welsh purple?
So I'm looking at the catalog and I see these shoes:
Love, love love!!! But, alas, they are $268 and way out of my bargain-shopping price range. Dejected, I head to my ninewest.com website. I spy these:
Reasonable facsimile? Oh, yeah! Alas, they are $99 and still out of my price (not to mention size range). What's a girl to do?? EASY! Head to EBAY!
These shoes, my friend, I not only find....I successfully bid on and win for $9.99!!! Take that, J Crew!
I also have outfoxed ebay in that the Rugged Warehouse here in my 'burg recently has had J Crew suiting for $12.99 per piece. Yeah, I feel like I've gotten over....while still maintaining that fresh-faced, preppy, standing on the Scottish moor-like glow, but somehow with more money in my tight-wad pockets.
I love you, J! Keep inspiring me to dress cool!
So I'm looking at the catalog and I see these shoes:
Love, love love!!! But, alas, they are $268 and way out of my bargain-shopping price range. Dejected, I head to my ninewest.com website. I spy these:
Reasonable facsimile? Oh, yeah! Alas, they are $99 and still out of my price (not to mention size range). What's a girl to do?? EASY! Head to EBAY!
These shoes, my friend, I not only find....I successfully bid on and win for $9.99!!! Take that, J Crew!
I also have outfoxed ebay in that the Rugged Warehouse here in my 'burg recently has had J Crew suiting for $12.99 per piece. Yeah, I feel like I've gotten over....while still maintaining that fresh-faced, preppy, standing on the Scottish moor-like glow, but somehow with more money in my tight-wad pockets.
I love you, J! Keep inspiring me to dress cool!
11.23.2007
Girl Girls and Guy Girls
My husband tells me that I am "friend-ambidextrious". My term, not his. His way of saying that I am equally as comfortable being around girls as I am around guys. Well? Not so much. Here's the thing: I am the only child of a man who wanted a boy. As such, I had mounds of Barbies, but I also had a football uniform (complete with a little helmet and pads) and an army uniform. I grew up watching football and Nascar. I went to qualifying when I was barely old enough to climb up the stairs. As a clumsy, chunky teenager with braces, 80s glasses and bad hair (no one knew what to do with curly hair back then), being friends with guys was basically the only contact I could hope to have with them. Pathetic, I know. But enough about my sad adolescence... I digress.
I can hold my own in conversations about most sports. The sponge that is my mind holds useless facts that can impress the most sports-intense male. AND is there anything better that having a fact that a man doesn't know? How much fun is it to watch his face start as if you just spouted off the formula for his favorite beer! It's a weird respect thing. Be able to talk to a guy about his interests, and he will look at you like you are a sorceress. Guys are easy because they are uncomplicated. Even if you are only friends with a guy, some part of you knows he will always want to sleep with you. And in general terms, that is flattering and you're kind of fine with it. I SAID in general. There are certain exceptions....
Girls? are hard. A lot of girls always have an agenda. They are always up to something. Hitler had nothing on girls. A girl looking for vengeance against an enemy (hell, a friend) is ruthless. I personally once put a roommate's toothbrush in a toilet (a clean one, I'm not that mean). That technically doesn't count: she was my roommate for exactly 28 days - February - and was a ho-rrible person.
My best friend ever is another Guy Girl. Sure, we are into the most girly things: Shoes, shoes and of course, shoes. We can talk hair and make-up and football and racing. For her honeymoon? They went to Racing School - her idea, not his.
My pet peeve: Girls who think they are guy girls. These girls are easy to spot. They are one of the only girls in a group of guys who are primarily engaged in a male-dominated activity. They are trying to make it look like they are truly passionate about whatever activity the group is currently involved in. Here is the difference: this girl will do ANYTHING to make herself "be a girl" in front of said guys. Like "I'd love to play football, but my BOOBS get in the way of the shoulder pads." Ick! Or "I'm hot. Let me change out of these jeans into this skirt" by putting the skirt on OVER the pants and then shimmying the pants down from underneath it. This girl? Has. Got. To. Go. This girl? Tries entirely too hard. I call it the "look at me, look at me" syndrome.
Not a specific girl really - just this group in general.
The other thing about this group of misguided female is that she is a huge turn-off to the female companions of her activity group. Because really? Do I want to see some cheesy chick hugging my man each time we are all together - greeting and leaving? Um, no. This is also the same girl who objects (too loudly and often?) that she is not interested in dating or getting married. Really? Is that why you often wear stuff that is more appropriate for a sales girl at Wet Seal than a 30-something mom???
These girls make us all look bad. If I am elected, I will work toward a ban against the Guy Girl Wannabees who are currently skulking in a neighborhood near you. My name is (wouldn't you like to know), and I approved this message.
I can hold my own in conversations about most sports. The sponge that is my mind holds useless facts that can impress the most sports-intense male. AND is there anything better that having a fact that a man doesn't know? How much fun is it to watch his face start as if you just spouted off the formula for his favorite beer! It's a weird respect thing. Be able to talk to a guy about his interests, and he will look at you like you are a sorceress. Guys are easy because they are uncomplicated. Even if you are only friends with a guy, some part of you knows he will always want to sleep with you. And in general terms, that is flattering and you're kind of fine with it. I SAID in general. There are certain exceptions....
Girls? are hard. A lot of girls always have an agenda. They are always up to something. Hitler had nothing on girls. A girl looking for vengeance against an enemy (hell, a friend) is ruthless. I personally once put a roommate's toothbrush in a toilet (a clean one, I'm not that mean). That technically doesn't count: she was my roommate for exactly 28 days - February - and was a ho-rrible person.
My best friend ever is another Guy Girl. Sure, we are into the most girly things: Shoes, shoes and of course, shoes. We can talk hair and make-up and football and racing. For her honeymoon? They went to Racing School - her idea, not his.
My pet peeve: Girls who think they are guy girls. These girls are easy to spot. They are one of the only girls in a group of guys who are primarily engaged in a male-dominated activity. They are trying to make it look like they are truly passionate about whatever activity the group is currently involved in. Here is the difference: this girl will do ANYTHING to make herself "be a girl" in front of said guys. Like "I'd love to play football, but my BOOBS get in the way of the shoulder pads." Ick! Or "I'm hot. Let me change out of these jeans into this skirt" by putting the skirt on OVER the pants and then shimmying the pants down from underneath it. This girl? Has. Got. To. Go. This girl? Tries entirely too hard. I call it the "look at me, look at me" syndrome.
Not a specific girl really - just this group in general.
The other thing about this group of misguided female is that she is a huge turn-off to the female companions of her activity group. Because really? Do I want to see some cheesy chick hugging my man each time we are all together - greeting and leaving? Um, no. This is also the same girl who objects (too loudly and often?) that she is not interested in dating or getting married. Really? Is that why you often wear stuff that is more appropriate for a sales girl at Wet Seal than a 30-something mom???
These girls make us all look bad. If I am elected, I will work toward a ban against the Guy Girl Wannabees who are currently skulking in a neighborhood near you. My name is (wouldn't you like to know), and I approved this message.
10.18.2007
A lot of fol de rol about the Knickerbock Bank......
I looooove Auntie Mame! The Rosalind Russell version, of course. Absolutely, the Best. Movie. Ever. Loved the sets. Wanted my house to look like the Blue Version of her living room. Completely wanted that black lace sequined pantsuit she wore in the beginning of the movie. I would have nixed the pants and worn only the tunic as a mini-dress though. So, like a dork, I am fascinated about all things Auntie Mame. Love the term fol de rol. Decide that if I ever open a store, it would be named Fol De Rol. Lots of purple and black and white harlequin tiles. Maybe lime.....still kind of in that phase. Anyway, hate that someone got the name "Fol De Rol" before me, but anyhoo. Life is a banquet......
Welcome!
Welcome to my head! It's a cluttered place in here most of the time. Sometimes even I don't want to be here. Random thoughts and rumblings will be the order of the day at this blogspot. Like - Special K Protein Water- all flavors - is awesome! Not sure if I'm just buying into the hype or if it actually works (I'll let the scale tell the tale there), but I seem to stay fuller longer. Just like it says on the box! Aided by white wine (or red, I'm not a discriminator), I will be guiding you through the minefield of my thoughts on things that have no meaning!!! Kind of like a Seinfeld episode. Hmm. I will also share pictures of things no one but me cares about. I love the internet!!! Where else can I be proud of my little fall-inspired window boxes? Like the old saying, if K talks about craziness on her blog and no one reads it.... Well, you know the rest. Til then, K
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