Archive for November, 2009

Sunday’s Music

Sunday, November 15th, 2009

I used to do this Playlist thing on here, and I miss it, so today I am resurrecting it for my own amusement.

 

Recently, I decided to give a listen to some “world” music and other tunes completely foreign to my element because I wanted to jump out of my skin a little. I tend to listen to angsty, melancholy, folky, inner soul kinda stuff, and thought I should mix it up and tune my ears to something else, which I’m sharing here (although some of it is still angsty and melancholy — just in another language).

 

Due to extreme Sunday laziness, I am posting a link to my iTunes imix…but here is a list of the songs in textual (that word cracks me up) format:

 

 

I feel more cosmopolitan and loungey already.

 

It All Comes Back Around

Friday, November 13th, 2009

Back in 1996, I moved to Los Angeles from Chicago. I had lived in LA before, from 1991-1993, but in the married-with-children Valley, and as a young single woman, I vowed never to make that mistake again. So this time around, I found a studio apartment in Brentwood, bought a used Lexus, and tried to assimilate into the West LA lifestyle while bringing home approximately $400 a week. Soon enough, I found a local establishment, Mezzaluna*, and visited there often, making friends and inappropriate se@ partner choice(s). Before long, I had ingratiated myself with the people who worked at Mezzaluna, and often hung out at the place after it closed, or tagged along with the waiters, waitresses, and managers as they continued the party at some other bar on Wilshire Blvd.

 

I met some interesting people. Most I don’t talk to anymore. One doesn’t talk to me anymore because she didn’t care for The Rock and would be really pissed to know I’ve married him and bore his progeny. And one I remember fondly because he was a down-to-earth (hard to find in LA at that time), nice guy. This guy, J, would light my cigarettes (I’m really making myself sound like a trashy ho-bag, aren’t I?), tell me when Ben & Jerry’s started carrying the Blondie Sundae flavor, and even helped The Rock move me out to San Diego. Good stock, he was. Also creative and liked music as much as The Rock and I did. So we wanted to keep him in our friend queue.

 

But things happen. Life travels along like a river (or barrels by like a white water rapid) and you lose touch with people. I recall one trip to LA in 1998 where The Rock and I went to visit J at some hip establishment where he worked and he alluded to a cool gal he was dating who was a stylist to the stars, and that was one of the last times we saw J.

 

But you know, Facebook can change all that. And so it was. I friended J a few months ago, and was delighted to see he married the LA stylist and is the father to two beautiful boys. And then? I discovered the LA Stylist has a blog and a Twitter account and that she was funny and gave fashion advice and egad! what more could I want in a virtual best friend? (She does not know that she is my best friend yet. I want to be the one to tell her.)

 

Even better than that? The LA Stylist gave me certified advice regarding what to wear to a black tie event. I thought I could wear a burn-out velvet dress. She assured me I could not. I thought I still could. She gently suggested that I not. I still thought maybe I would get away with it. She nicely said hell no. So maybe a sheath, I said? Depends on the fabric, she replied. Cotton? I offered. Probably not, she countered. And on and on we went. She even sent me links to stuff and offered to shop online for me and overnight something.

 

So forget J. His wife is where it’s at.

 

Thanks for the memories, J! Now tell your wife to call me.

 

*I would love to tell you more Mezzaluna stories some time.

 

Hello Everyboddeeee!

Thursday, November 12th, 2009

Seems I’ve been outed. Not gonna say by who, but her name rhymes with this link. It took me by surprise too, until I was called into the living room last night (unceremoniously I might add) and asked to explain my blog to a room full of woman who know me only as Toots’ mom.

 

And they don’t even know me well yet. We have kids in the same elementary school, but to them, I’m just a naturally beautiful fashionista with peaches and cream skin that they can’t believe has had two children, what with my svelte frame and all. So how do I explain my “other” life? The one I live almost entirely online? I felt like I should rip my blouse off and show my “SDM” t-shirt underneath.

 

Turns out I mumbled something along the lines of “aimless,” and “just this thing I do,” and “hey! free food!” I don’t know why, I mean I blog publicly for goodness gracious sake, but there’s something about having people I see every day know that I suffer from subarachnoid hematomas and pragmatically inappropriate syndrome and possibly Epstein Barr (girls! I’m a hypochondriac) and am bombarded with hot flashes and uncomfortable moisture in my secret places (and I’m perimenopausal!) and I like poo humor (I have Bobby Brady brain!) that makes me self conscious.

 

I mean I have enough trouble keeping people who know and love me around, what’s going to happen when women I’ve known for all of three months read my deepest darkest? Not helping matters was that last night I was an absent-minded maniac who kept starting sentences and not finishing them, who misplaced four 1′ x 1′ serving platters and spent the whole party blaming a ghost (that story in Part 2 of my insightful essential oil party coverage), and stared meaningfully into one guest’s eyes and said “I SO appreciate you being here.” Which I did, but over-emote much?

 

I’m used to being odd in person. It happens all the time. But odd online?

 

Well, I guess I’m no stranger to that either.

 

Did anyone else out there get outed recently?

 

Incommunicado

Wednesday, November 11th, 2009

I’ve been having blogging issues lately. Some existential, some not. I especially hate the way I’ve neglected my very own PROMPTuesday and after much reflection, believe it’s because I don’t want to do much reflection. More specifically, I haven’t really wanted to plumb the depths of my subconscious. Or, more realistically, just haven’t had the time to crawl down into it. Egad, I’m every which way. Wily and nily. And since whatever I write is committed here for all time, I’m choosing my next few posts carefully because I continue to have those issues alluded to above.

 

On to the superficial.

 

Tonight is that essential oil mom’s night out I spoke of earlier. The one the Corner Bakery is catering? The one where I am supposed to decorate the table as part of a catering “challenge?” Well see, there’s something I left out. (Not to you, I tell you everything.) No see, I forgot to tell the Corner Bakery that I am not crafty, that instead I am most uncrafty.

 

If it were up to me, I’d plunk the containers right on the table and let people have at it. I am also that person who does not re-locate the Costco veggie tray into something more “acceptable” looking. In addition, I leave dips in the plastic containers next to the bag of chips and expect guests to help themselves. I really have no business hosting anything, much less a “challenge” something.

 

Good Lord, I’m screwed.

 

So here’s what I’m thinking. I’ll just get a table runner and light a bunch of votives. Perhaps a small fire will start (it’s been known to happen at my house, like when I used a paper towel to “cover” a pot on the stove) and guests will mistake the blaze as a decorating trick.

 

Huh? Huh? What do you think? Be honest.

 

The other thing? Is that several neighbors are attending my essential oil party/Corner Bakery Challenge (Hmmmm. That doesn’t really roll off the tongue) and in spite of myself, I feel like I need to make a good impression. So maybe not the fire.

 

Mayyyybe, I’ll just set the girls’ Halloween pumpkins out and make it a candy party. With oils.

 

Those are always a big success.

 

PROMPTuesday #81: Open It Up

Monday, November 9th, 2009

Sometimes the simplest things nudge us irrevocably in one direction or another.

 

That’s my thinking this week as I introduce today’s PROMPT.

 

Start off with an uncomplicated, “I never knew…” and see what path you travel down as you write.

 

Please post your submission in the comments OR post in your blog and leave a link to your blog in the comments.

 

First time to PROMPTuesday? Read a bit about it here.
Want to see what’s been written in the past? Catch up on the PROMPTuesdays archive here.

 

One From the Vaults

Saturday, November 7th, 2009

Usually our postman thrusts the mail through our slot, haphazardly and dismissively, leaving envelopes, catalogs, and unemployment checks splayed every which way but neat. Once, I found a wedding invitation, weeks later, dustily bent behind the water heater.

 

Anyway, today, as I aerobicized to “Digging Your Scene” by the Blow Monkeys, I spied our erratic mail carrier meticulously placing our mail one by one through the swinging mail door. I thought this was out of character, until I realized the front screen door next to the mail slot hid none of my exercising and that my right boob had escaped my lycra top, and dangled there, like an abandoned Newport News catalog, caught halfway between the mail bucket and the water heater.

 

Sadder still, I briefly considered doing this everyday, same time, same place, to ensure timely and organized mail delivery.

 

I really need to stop working from home.

 

p.s. This happened in 2002, and needless to say, my boob didn’t inspire efficient mail delivery.

 

Need a New Sitter?

Friday, November 6th, 2009

Care.com starts its “Free Weekend,” today (Nov. 6), where you can search for babysitters, nannies, etc., and also post jobs, get contact information, check references, review background info, and so on.

 

My wonderful longtime babysitter is now in her early ’20s and pretty much outta here, so I need to use this care.com dealio pronto.

 

Want to Spend Less on Groceries? Like for Real?

Tuesday, November 3rd, 2009

Check this out San Diego! (And surrounding areas!)

 

You can get ALL THAT FOOD for $27. Wha-? Ho-?. I am going to make my Thanksgiving dinner with their $36 holiday pack and I never even knew grocery co-ops existed until now! Why isn’t everybody doing this? I don’t get it.

 

Is the food grown by magical fairies? Is it non-plastic? What gives?

 

I like it.