Friday: lovely local friend over for dinner. Laughter + wine = fabulousness
Saturday: Morning lounging w/huz and dogs, working in the garden, planting two new lemon trees, plus, Portland friends in town - arriving just in time for some strawberry ricotta tart made with our first local strawberries! Yumskis!
Sunday: Super scenic AM run w/Portland friend (while her huz ran the Big Sur Marathon!!!) followed by lounging in the yard while reading an entire book and working on my tan, impromptu date for fish tacos + beers with adorable huzbo, and capped off with a leisurely flip-flopped walk (plus additional sun bathing) on the beach with the worlds cutest k-9 companions.
I was truly born to be a woman of leisure. I would like to bake, decorate, garden, read books and go for walks all day, everyday. Not all at the same time. Sigh.
Monday, April 26, 2010
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Earth Girl Falls For Not-So-Earthy
So, my 6th grade teacher was a hardcore environmentalist. And he really impacted me, as an impressionable 12 year old, and it all kind of stuck with me. And then I married an environmental attorney. We compost or recycle the vast majority of our garbage. We get organic veggies from one of the local farms delivered every Thursday. We quit eating meat, mainly for environmental reasons. We drink tap water and carry Siggs with us at all times. We only buy hippie-dippie cleaning products (or make our own) and we try to repurpose as much "stuff" as we possibly can. Blah, blah, blah, you get the point. Plus I spent the last 9 years of my life in Portland, where all of the above just kind of goes with the territory.
Anyhoo, all of that, and I am about to tell you about a mop that I love. With disposable (gasp!!) maxi pad thingies that you stick to it. With cleaning fluid that is definitely not hippie dippie. (Though to my credit - when we run out of the potentially toxic cleaning stuff that comes with it, I will refill it with my own earth lovin' mix of cleaning solution.)
This, my friends, is my cleaning vice:
Meet: the Swiffer WetJet
Ever since the giant dog came into our lives, the need for mopping has SKYROCKETED.
She sheds, slobbers and makes a mess of her lunch, but she's ridiculously lovable so we certainly don't mind her slovenly ways. I was dragging out a mop and bucket daily (for use in the kitchen) until I was at a friends house and noticed her super tidy WetJet, at the ready, no icky bucket water necessary. (I also noticed this friend drinks only bottled water eventhough her tap water is fine and she THROWS AWAY THE PLASTIC BOTTLES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I nearly had a heart attack.)
I am going to find some kind of substitute for the disposable maxi pad thingies that attach to the bottom (maybe I'll cut up some microfiber rags that will stick to the velcro parts? I dunno - but I'll come up with something). I can mop the kitchen floor in about 5 minutes, top, no gross bucket to rinse out, no clean-up whatsoever. It was the best $16 I have ever spent.
Did I really just write a blog post about a mop? I guess you now see the extent of my OCD neat-freakiness. I seriously think I am becoming more relaxed about things...but maybe not so much.
I have become June Cleaver and get excited about mops.
Anyhoo, all of that, and I am about to tell you about a mop that I love. With disposable (gasp!!) maxi pad thingies that you stick to it. With cleaning fluid that is definitely not hippie dippie. (Though to my credit - when we run out of the potentially toxic cleaning stuff that comes with it, I will refill it with my own earth lovin' mix of cleaning solution.)
This, my friends, is my cleaning vice:
Meet: the Swiffer WetJet
Ever since the giant dog came into our lives, the need for mopping has SKYROCKETED.
She sheds, slobbers and makes a mess of her lunch, but she's ridiculously lovable so we certainly don't mind her slovenly ways. I was dragging out a mop and bucket daily (for use in the kitchen) until I was at a friends house and noticed her super tidy WetJet, at the ready, no icky bucket water necessary. (I also noticed this friend drinks only bottled water eventhough her tap water is fine and she THROWS AWAY THE PLASTIC BOTTLES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I nearly had a heart attack.)
I am going to find some kind of substitute for the disposable maxi pad thingies that attach to the bottom (maybe I'll cut up some microfiber rags that will stick to the velcro parts? I dunno - but I'll come up with something). I can mop the kitchen floor in about 5 minutes, top, no gross bucket to rinse out, no clean-up whatsoever. It was the best $16 I have ever spent.
Did I really just write a blog post about a mop? I guess you now see the extent of my OCD neat-freakiness. I seriously think I am becoming more relaxed about things...but maybe not so much.
I have become June Cleaver and get excited about mops.
Thursday, April 22, 2010
So I guess I am back to blogging now
What prompted my decision to be a blogger, once again, you ask? Guess.
The Gap.
(Did you guess correctly?)
I was cruising their website and was so upset by what I saw. I told both Maude and Morty (the dogs) about the decidedly strange direction that The Gap's creative director has taken, but they seemed unfazed. I then realized I needed a new audience for my oh-so-profound thoughts.
Enter: YOU! (You lucky dog, err, person, you!)
Can we please talk about this?
Very Nicki Grant/Yearning for Zion on a slutty, arm-baring day!
And the size zero, twelve year old model looks, dare I say, kinda tubby?
Now, let's move on over to this little number, circa 1991:
My best friend in 6th grade wore something similar on picture day, except I think she had the guts to unhook one strap (a la New Kids on the Block) to really pump up the style factor.
I used to have one of these in the early 90s, just prior to my Cross Colors/hip hop wannabe phase:
And finally, there are no words:
Okay, I found some words - I have something very similar in our costume box in the garage.
Dear Gap,
You do the basics REALLY well. And I love your jammies! Heck, I even love your swimwear! No one can argue with your strengths.
But please, don't try to be "edgy", it just doesn't suit you. Can't we all agree that the best thing to come out of the 90s was the hip flannel shirt, and you already did that last fall (decently, I might add!), so perhaps we should have ended on a high note and left that decade alone for the spring/summer collection.
I'm serious. This needs to stop.
Thanks!
Me
Digest and discuss.
The Gap.
(Did you guess correctly?)
I was cruising their website and was so upset by what I saw. I told both Maude and Morty (the dogs) about the decidedly strange direction that The Gap's creative director has taken, but they seemed unfazed. I then realized I needed a new audience for my oh-so-profound thoughts.
Enter: YOU! (You lucky dog, err, person, you!)
Can we please talk about this?
Very Nicki Grant/Yearning for Zion on a slutty, arm-baring day!
And the size zero, twelve year old model looks, dare I say, kinda tubby?
Now, let's move on over to this little number, circa 1991:
My best friend in 6th grade wore something similar on picture day, except I think she had the guts to unhook one strap (a la New Kids on the Block) to really pump up the style factor.
I used to have one of these in the early 90s, just prior to my Cross Colors/hip hop wannabe phase:
And finally, there are no words:
Okay, I found some words - I have something very similar in our costume box in the garage.
Dear Gap,
You do the basics REALLY well. And I love your jammies! Heck, I even love your swimwear! No one can argue with your strengths.
But please, don't try to be "edgy", it just doesn't suit you. Can't we all agree that the best thing to come out of the 90s was the hip flannel shirt, and you already did that last fall (decently, I might add!), so perhaps we should have ended on a high note and left that decade alone for the spring/summer collection.
I'm serious. This needs to stop.
Thanks!
Me
Digest and discuss.
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