The days of wine and Coco Puffs










My pal Willie-man (7) and his brother Nate (10) stayed over at our house the other night.  As night turned to morning breakfast was on their minds.  A bit blurry eyed, Willie decided Coco Puffs would be a nice complement to the waffles I was preparing.  Who am I to argue? I eat a bowl almost nightly as a midnight snack.  I open the cabinet to get a bowl and Willie spots the wine glasses and says "I wonder what Coco Puffs would taste like in a wine glass." "We'll never know unless we try", I say.  And just think... after the puffs are gone, you're left with chocolate milk in a fancy glass!

Willie lives his life with wonder and possibilities - two things adults sometimes forget to do.

 He inspires me.
                              
My midnight Puffs will forever be eaten from a wine glass.



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"The only thing I have to eat is Yoohoo and Cocoa Puffs, so if you want anything else bring it with you."

Lt. Daniel Kaffee
From the movie A few good men.




Cuff 'em











These beauties can be found here.





Etsy rocks. Find cuffs like these and other wonders  here.








“Well, I can't eat muffins in an agitated manner. The butter would probably get on my cuffs.”

                            Oscar Wilde, The Importance of Being Earnest






It trwirled up







Suzanne: Do you remember my seventeenth birthday party when you lifted your skirt up in front of all those people?
Doris: I did not lift my skirt, it twirled up! You only remember the bad stuff, don't you? What about the big band I got to play at that party, do you remember that? No, you only remember that my skirt accidentally twirled up!

A favorite quote from the movie Postcard From The Edge






Back in October I had a twirl moment of sorts. It wasn't so much a twirl...more of a tuck.

I have a great grey jersey dress (it replaces one I've had for many years, I've worn it never); it has a boat neck, 3/4 sleeves up top and a accordion pleat bottom. The top and  bottom together make for a really comfortable, versatile dress. If I paired the dress with sensible shoes, a scarf on my head and a oversize sweater I'd look like a sweet mature lady from the old country. (I choose not to go that route currently - later perhaps.) Now that you have the description of the dress in your head... on with the show.

It was a beautiful brisk October day and my husbands birthday. My and husband and I were going to  dinner that evening at our favorite french restaurant. So that morning I slip into my grey dress, it's the perfect choice. It goes from day to evening without a hitch. I put on a pair of fabulous pumpkin colored suede (not so sensible) heels, a light coat and out the door I go. I arrive at the Kravet  showroom to do some work... choose fabric samples, go through furniture catalogs, and receive many compliments from the ladies on my sweet shoes.  My work done, I head  home to meet up with the birthday boy - we'll go straight to dinner.

We arrive at Cafe Pyrenees  (where everybody knows our name) greeted enthusiastically and seated right away. I order a glass of wine then excuse myself to go to the bathroom still wearing my coat. Before leaving the bathroom I check in with the full length mirror. I appear to be in order.  My coat draped over my arm I walk through the restaurant feeling confident and... a slight breeze. I notice heads turn and think to myself..."the shoes must really be spectacular!" I reach our table and proceed to hang my coat on the hook outside our booth, bring my arms down around my accordion pleat bottom to slid into the booth... no pleat... just bottom...no pleat!? My face turns the color of Merlot as the couple across from us looks at me sympathetically "Poor thing." That's right folks, my according pleat was tucked in my under-garment leaving my backside exposed for all the world to see. What's a girl to do? This girl drank her wine, ate her dinner, put on her coat (back to the wall) and walked out of the restaurant heel - toe in my bad ass shoes with an accordion pleat bottom tucked in her waist.


Lesson learned:  Always check your backside in the mirror.



My pumpkin colored suede not - so sensible heels. And a pig.






Nice face






Charlotte Caron, graduated from Fine Arts with honors last year. My favorite is the hybrid of humans and animals, “this series of paintings, photographs, trying to respond to a form of duality—that assumes an animal part—by the medium of painting in addition, runs, mask, portrait,” according to the artist statement. “To ultimately create an osmosis between the two mediums, so between the animal and the portrait.”   Check it LOVE













I got in a fight one time with a really big guy, and he said, "I'm going to mop the floor with your face." I said, "You'll be sorry." He said, "Oh, yeah? Why?" I said, "Well, you won't be able to get into the corners very well."





Randolph Street Market






Click here to get info about this way cool market in Chicago.




I love animals in waistcoats.


This fabric is so striking.


 The circle. Our purchase.
 In any circle, if you divide the circumference (distance around the circle) by it's diameter (distance across the circle), you always get the same number. 
 This number is called Pi and is approximately 3.142.  

I love pi.










Alice in Wonderland (1951 film)


Alice: [to her cat] That's it, Dinah. If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't. And contrariwise, what it is, it wouldn't be. And what it wouldn't be it would. You see?
Dinah: Meow.
Alice: In my world, you wouldn't say "meow." You'd say, "Yes, Miss Alice."
Dinah: Meow.
Alice: Oh, but you would. You'd be just like people, Dinah. And all the other animals too.

Alice: Oh, Dinah. It's just a rabbit with a waistcoat-- and a watch!
Rabbit: Oh, my fur and whiskers! I'm late, I'm late, I'm late!















































Sades of blue






A few weeks ago I had an appointment with a new doctor in a complex that can only be described as a small city. I drove around for what seemed like days before I settled on a parking garage that appeared to be close to where I needed to be. I'm parked on level 3-blue. Got it.

I entered the building and proceeded to walk for miles and miles in an underground maze of exam rooms, x-ray, ultrasound, cafeteria, elevators, people, people, and more people. I followed the signs and finally made it to my destination, albeit a little dizzy from all the twist and turns. Three and half hours later, I confidently start following the maze back to my car. I arrive at level 3-blue. I search upper and lower level 3, no car. I do it again, still no car. I walk out of the garage and down the sidewalk a bit. Lo and behold another parking garage, this must be the one....nope.. level 3-orange. Even though I'm certain the color is blue (after-all, I do choose color for a living) I walk up, down, all around just to be sure. I go back to the first garage because seriously... it has to be there. One more time up, down, all around still can not find my ride. I start to question how I got here in the first place..I drove, right?  I take a hard look at the emergency phone and consider using it.  I ask myself, does one not being able to locate ones car qualify as an emergency?  I drove here, right?  I'm on the verge of dramatically throwing myself to the ground in utter frustration (Fuck it.. I'll stay here) when I remember I have a ticket! The ticket will identify the parking structure! I go back into the building through the maze and find the security desk. Hand my ticket over and say "seriously,where is my car?"  He looks at my ticket and causally points to the elevator right behind him  "just press G for garage." he says. I ask "how many parking garages are there?"  Answer. "Five." Seriously Dude?

I take the elevator to the garage level 3-blue, and there sits my car. 

As I slowly walk towards my vehicle, I swear I hear a sarcastic whisper coming from under the hood.  "And you call yourself a designer it's level 3-light blue."







Jesse: Wait a second, let's recap. Last night, we lost my car, we accepted stolen money from a transsexual stripper, and now some space nerds want us to find something we can't pronounce. I hate to say it, Chester, but maybe we need to cut back on the shibbying.
Jesse: Thanks, dude.


Dude, Where's My Car?




I wanna hold your hand








Seriously.

These Otters are the cutest, cutest, cutest!

  Seriously.




redwingjohnny:

holding paws :)








Otter: Flounder, I am appointing you pledge representative to the social committee.
Flounder: Gee Otter, thanks. What do I have to do?
Otter: It means you have to drive us to the Food King. 


Animal House





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I follow a great blog on tumblr, it's all words.

Nothing but words.

Check it out here.

Love.










This would be me.









I had to stop driving my car for a while... the tires got dizzy.






Cool Breeze











       A great wind is blowing, and that gives you either imagination or a headache. 
 








   Love Him.
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Every picture tells a story







I have always had a fascination with faces and hands.
I love the way this artist portrays both.
Meet Michael Carson
LOVE.







"I paint people because I have always had a serious addiction to watching people. I try to get that feel in my paintings. As if I am just watching people doing everyday things in my work. I love the subtle ways that a single brush stroke can create such subtleties in facial expression. I spend most of my time on the face and hands. They tell the story or create an interesting pose".









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Dr. John Watson: [Holmes points his violin bow at Watson] Get that out of my face.
Sherlock Holmes: It's not in your face, it's in my hand.
Dr. John Watson: Get what's in your hand out of my face.

Sherlock Holmes Movie
2009



All in a Day's work











yellowblog:

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The truth is balance. However the opposite of truth, which is unbalance, may not be a lie.



The Doctor will see you now







It started out as two spaces, a hair salon and a flower shop. Knock down a few walls, tear up the floor and six months later it's a Doctor's office.  Well, I had to make a few decisions (paint,floors,walls,fixtures,furniture....you get the picture) and ya know...buy some stuff . 

Below is the waiting room.



















Marty McFly: Wait a minute, Doc. Ah... Are you telling me that you built a time machine... out of a DeLorean?
Dr. Emmett Brown: The way I see it, if you're gonna build a time machine into a car, why not do it with some style?

Back The Future 







Adore







 Ana Teresa Fernandez


I recently discovered  the works of Ana Teresa Fernandez and absolutely love her work and her message. I hope you will too.

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*Bio via
Growing up in Mexico, Ana Teresa Fernandez learned at an early age about the double standards imposed on women and their sexuality.  Through performance-based paintings, Fernandez explores the territories that encompass these different boundaries and stereotypes: physical, emotional, and psychological.
Fernandez subverts the typical folkloric representations of Mexican women by changing the protagonist's uniform to the quintessential little black dress, a symbol of American prosperity and femininity and of the Mexican tradition of wearing black for a year after a death.  Her paintings portray actual performances where Fernandez takes on the Sisyphean task of cleaning the environment - sweeping sand on a beach, vacuuming a dirt road - to accentuate the idea of disposable labor resources.
Ana Teresa Fernandez received her Masters of Fine Art from the San Francisco Art Institute.











Untitled (Performance documentation)




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Untitled (Performance documentation at San Diego/Tijuana border)













"Men who want to support women in our struggle for freedom and justice should understand that it is not terrifically important to us that they learn to cry; it is important to us that they stop the crimes of violence against us"
















I love knowledge Fridays and a sweet story





It's a beautiful thing.










 Enjoy!


Some fishing stories are a little hard to believe, But this guy has pictures to prove his story…

Tom Satre told the Sitka Gazette that he was out with a charter group on his 62-foot fishing vessel when four juvenile black-tailed deer swam directly toward his boat.
“Once the deer reached the boat, the four began to circle the boat, looking directly at us. We could tell right away that the young bucks were distressed.

I opened up my back gate and we helped the typically skittish and absolutely wild animals onto the boat. In all my years fishing, I’ve never seen anything quite like it!

“Once on-board, they collapsed with exhaustion, shivering. We headed for Taku Harbour. Once we reached the dock, the first
buck that we had been pulled from the water hopped onto the dock, looked back as if to say ‘thank you’ and disappeared into the forest.”

After a bit of prodding and assistance, two more followed, but the smallest deer needed a little more help (that’s him in the wheelbarrow).

My daughter, Anna, and son, Tim, helped the last buck to its feet. We didn’t know how long they had been in the icy waters or if there had been others who did not survive. My daughter later told me that the experience was something that she would never forget, and I suspect the deer felt the same way as well!”







 When I found the skull in the woods, the first thing I did was call the police. But then I got curious about it. I picked it up, and started wondering who this person was, and why he had deer horns. 

Jack Handy 



story from second chance ranch

The nose knows














I am thankful for laughter, except when milk comes out of my nose.
Woody Allen




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Once every four years








 Happy Leap Day












Without leaps of imagination, or dreaming, we lose the excitement of possibilities. Dreaming, after all, is a form of planning.
     - Gloria Steinem



 

I love knowledge Fridays







A is for Aspirin and ASS.




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It's beginning to feel a lot like the 1950's for women these days. Case in point, Foster Friess. He's the primary supporter of a pro-Santorum super political action committee.
He  suggested on MSNBC that women use Bayer aspirin as a contraceptive.  Wow. 

“This contraceptive thing, my gosh, it’s so expensive,” he told host Andrea Mitchell.
“Back in my days, they used Bayer aspirin for contraceptives. The gals put it between their knees and it wasn’t that costly.”


In case your not completely clear on Satorum's view on contraception:

Santorum has said that he is "not a believer in birth control" and believes it is "harmful" to both women and society. 

And in October, Santorum discussed the "dangers" of contraception with an evangelical blog.
"Many in the Christian faith have said, 'Well, that's okay. Contraception's okay," he said. "It's not okay because it's a license to do things in the sexual realm that is counter to how things are supposed to be. They're supposed to be within marriage, they are supposed to be for purposes that are, yes, conjugal, but also [inaudible], but also procreative. That's the perfect way that a sexual union should happen."




 
Watch and Scream.

Advise for the 1950's housewife.
Listen to him. You may have a dozen important things to tell him, but the moment of his arrival home is not the time. Let him talk first – remember his topics of conversation are more important that yours.





"Just as nightfall doesn’t come at once, neither does oppression. In both instances there is a twilight. And it is in such twilight that we all must be aware of the change in the air—however slight—lest we become unwitting victims of the darkness."
Supreme Court Justice William O. Douglas


On any given day







I wake up with one face.

Fall asleep with another.


Thank You






An Award?


  You don't say.







I want to thank Anita from A Dreamer's Den  for bestowing me with the Liebster Blog Award. Anita has a fabulous blog full of wonderful inspiration!  It doesn't hurt that she is a lovely person with a great sense of humor to boot! I'm a regular at A Dreamer's Den.... *LOVE HER*



Liebster in German means...
favourite, dearest, beloved
and it's for bloggers with under 200 followers.

The rules are:

Thank your Liebster Blog Award presenter on your blog
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Link back to the blogger who awarded you
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Copy and paste the blog award on your blog
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Reveal your 5 blog picks
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Let them know you choose them by leaving a comment



* My Five Picks*

Inspiring and lovely to look at!

http://ephemeralwhims.blogspot.com/
I always learn something and her images are beautiful.

http://mm-aboutanything.blogspot.com/
MM has lovely daily outfits and she's a very sweet wonderful person.

http://lareportiste.blogspot.com/ 
 Kris  not only has a beautiful blog, but an etsy shop where she sells her gorgeous hand made french linens and cards! She is a shining example of the wonderful friends you can make here in blog-land.

http://my-wishfulthinking.blogspot.com/
I so enjoy Megan's blog. She made some life changes and I love reading about her journey!




Fraa-jeel-aay! Huh! Must be Italian!
A Christmas Story





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I love knowledge Fridays












Cecilia Paredes was born in Lima, Peru, and lives and works in San Jose and Philadelphia, United States. Her recent photographic work is a conspicuous exploration of sensual surfaces in which the body is deliberately confused with nature and nature with the body. Paredes' photography demonstrates that the body of the woman - her own body - is a sacred zone, not profane, to restore its perception as something miraculous amidst the technological chaos that currently surrounds us. The body is revealed as a tool, a space for signs, and a creation that is intimately connected to our surrounding natural environments.








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The flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly.
William Wordsworth



Blue and gold













It is better to conquer yourself than to win a thousand battles. Then the victory is yours. It cannot be taken from you, not by angels or by demons, heaven or hell.
Buddha





 
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Put 'em Up!








Unless you've been sequestered in your home with no TV, radio, or Internet you know the nation's leading breast-cancer charity, Susan G. Komen for the Cure, has announced that it will end its longtime partnership with the Planned Parenthood. 

Komen has been criticized in the past for donating to Planned Parenthood. The official response has always been that, despite the controversy surrounding some of its programs, the organization was the only one working to provide breast-health services to women in need in dozens of communities around the United States.

Why the change of heart?

 Officials cited a new internal policy that makes any organization under official investigation ineligible for grant money.

 Um, Really? Let's look at a few of the players involved and you decide.

 Americans United for Life President Charmaine Yoest. It’s her group that issued a report last fall, “The Case for Investigating Planned Parenthood.

 That led to a probe by the Rep. Cliff Stearns Energy and Commerce Committee. And it’s that investigation that puts Planned Parenthood in violation of Komen’s new policy that bars funding of groups under investigation.


 Karen Handel, who ran for governor of Georgia in 2010 and lost. She has been Komen's senior vice president for public policy since April 2011. On her campaign blog Handel wrote: "I will be a pro-life governor who will work tirelessly to promote a culture of life in Georgia. ... I believe that each and every unborn child has inherent dignity, that every abortion is a tragedy, and that government has a role, along with the faith community, in encouraging women to choose life in even the most difficult of circumstances. ...since I am pro-life, I do not support the mission of Planned Parenthood."

Although she didn't write the tweet below, she found it to be re-tweet worthy.


 We once again have to put up our dukes and fight. The health of women and the ability to get health care should never be used as a weapon to further one's political or religious agenda.

Yet, here we are.


Click this and sign the petition from Moveon.org - it's our only defense

*Update*
 Komen Reverses Desicion

 Komen's apology is not a promise to renew Planned Parenthood grants. It's a promise to "continue to fund existing grants" to the organization -- which it was already planning on doing -- and to make it eligible for future grants. At no point in the press release does Brinker promise that Komen will renew grants to Planned Parenthood.
Via Huffington Post

We must keep the pressure on, cause it ain't over until Ms. Karen Handel resigns and Susan G. Komen gets back "To The Cure" not politics.


I distrust those people who know so well what God wants them to do, because I notice it always coincides with their own desires.
Susan B. Anthony