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I think I shall make this a regular column on the blog. To, you know, add some spice to your life.
To tide you over till the next addition, picture this: me, driving to Target today to buy deep conditioner, nail polish remover and BUTTER, singing the theme song to Pocahontas at the top of my lungs. Don’t tell me you don’t have that song on a random mixed tape in your car.
I know you do.
Don’t be shy. I can’t be the only one here that can play the entire soundtrack on my flute from fourth grade. Some may consider that to be a spectacular talent and feat. It has gotten me far in life I assure you.
The blue corn moon gets me every time and I just can’t help myself. The funniest part of all of this is that the mixed tape that includes the Pocahontas song also includes Madonna, Vanessa Carlton and….50 Cent. Circa 2000 right there, friends.
But on a serious note, I’m just so glad we all have gotten our mutual love for Almanzo out there in the open. Don’t you feel so much better?? I mean, I don’t know about you, but I just have the itch to go put on a petticoat and read The Long Winter again with some cambric tea.
Laura, I love you.
Today I finally ran five miles. After which I tore these open with vengeance and gusto:
I’d rather have a real bagel than these measly little thins but clearly people in California aren’t really as down with the carbohydrates like we are down South and there’s not a Panera or an Einsteins to be found. I’ve looked. There’s actually one Panera near Sacramento but nothing in the Sonoma County lines.
I toasted my meager bagel and layered on turkey, laughing cow cheese, honey mustard and spinach. Some pop chips
and an apple to round out the meal—
Sadly, I did not find a pool to crash as anticipated. I resorted to drinking a Vibranz
in my backyard on an old bath towel. I closed my eyes and pretended I was here
and the world was made right. I actually went to Miravel
with my mom right after I graduated high school and it still is permanently etched into my head as the best vacation of all time. I got to lay in the desert sun, have beautiful people apply hot stones to my pressure points and ride horses into the sunset. Plus, the food there is soooooooo good. It’s totally normal that my mom and I talk about how we want to go back, like, every other day.
And, guess what? Kelly got me out of the house tonight! That’s right dears, I FINALLY LEFT THE HOUSE. No more aimlessly roaming in my bathrobe, breaking eggs and eating frosting. After two nights of sweet potatoes, I was ready to rumble.
However, since I am 88 and used to eating by myself on my floor at 5:00, I was starving my pants off at 5:13 when normal people are still doing important things like working or having pre-dinner cocktails.
I ate some carrots.
And was going to make some tea but then I dropped my favorite mug. Seriously, I almost shed a tear. You KNOW how much I love this mug. Now it shall remain a little bowl, if you will, that I can grip with my fingers while I slurp down my earl gray. RIP local food mug. You have served me well.
FINALLY, Kelly called at the ungastly hour of 6:20 pm, after I had painted my toes, organized iphoto, rubbed Tigerbalm on my shins, drank the rest of the Vibranz
, eaten a carrot, polished off the bag of peas and dreamt of red wine.
I really need to get out more.
But it was worth the wait!
Gosh, I am so spoiled by the plethora of fine Mexican cuisine we have around these parts. Especially at Guadalajara. I’ve been here once before
and thoroughly enjoyed myself and was so excited to go back and feast again! I got the same thing as last time, the Guadalajara burrito, which is a gigantic vegan feast. I don’t know if they actually mean for it to be so vegan
….but it is. And, so.
Extra guacamole with that please. If it ain’t got cheese, you KNOW it better have a ton of guac 😉
Since Kelly and I were pretty much separated at birth and lead pretty busy separate lives (well she’s busy working and in grad school and I’m…..busy), whenever we get together we tend to talk for about two hours without taking any breathing breaks.
Conversations usually go as followed:
Ohmygod I’ve missed you so much
why don’t we hang out more
your hair is blonde again
how was Tahoe
how is the boyfriend
when can we arrange a double date
I’m so hungry I could eat a horse
Dexter says hi
how is work
how is school
let’s plan a trip to the city
i’m so broke
i’m so broke
i’m so broke
let’s go get coffee.
Pause to breathe.
Naturally, we went out for coffee. She bore fudge!
I had some tea with my chocolate and now I’m on my eleventh sugar high of the weekend.
One more thing……
Give. Us. Freeeeeeeeeeeeeee (name that movie)