IMPROG & My Life...After Cancer

QUOTES

2010-12-31T06:39:00.000-08:00

by Orison Swett Marden: “There is no medicine like hope, no incentive so great, and no tonic so powerful as expectation of something better tomorrow.”

Gilda Radner

...delicious ambiguity

The circus is like a dream...The flyers really fly and catch each other in the way you are caught in your dreams. ~Ernest Hemingway

Breast Cancer Survivors -- is it time for you to THRIVE?

2010-04-16T07:52:00.000-07:00

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Especially for Breast Cancer Survivors - Join the “From Surviving to Thriving” Tele-Summit for a five day journey
where you will learn more about how to take charge and transform your life.

Especially for Breast Cancer Survivors.

It's true that breast cancer changes your life. It certainly changed mine.

I have learned much through my survivor experience and now am thrilled to be a part of "From Surviving to Thriving" a
five day journey where you will learn more about how to take charge and transform your life into the one you wish to live.
It's not enough just to survive anymore, let's all THRIVE together!

Register here: http://yourlifeafterbreastcancer.com/blog/surviving-to-thriving-telesummit/

If you register for this event you will learn from some Amazing Women Thrivers… I am so pleased to be counted as part
of an amazing group of women who will share inspirational stories of surviving breast cancer to achieve phenomenal
success while creating amazing lives on their terms.

We will share how we overcame struggles and went on to create extraordinary lives. The details are below:

April 19 Finding Your Life Purpose
Join us for two amazing stories that will leave you motivated and ready to become a thriver. Leave with the hope and
inspiration you need to take your next step!

April 20 Following Your Passion
Join us for an hour of "passionate pursuits" as we learn from women who have taken their diagnosis and turned it into a
new path.

April 21 Finding Your Voice:
Ever wondered how to turn your journey with breast cancer into a book? Join two thrivers as they share tips and hints on
how to write the story inside you.

April 22 Being Unstoppable In the Face of Adversity:
Hear from two amazing women entrepreneurs. Learn how nurturing an outlook of being unstoppable will help you take the
next steps to becoming a thriver.

April 23 Turning Breast Cancer into a Gift:
You will leave with new ideas and new ways to view your breast cancer journey, along with the inspiration and motivation
you need to redesign your life and start thriving.

If this is compelling to you or if you know someone who this would profoundly impact their life, please join the FREE call.
Registration information can be found at the following link: http://yourlifeafterbreastcancer.com/blog/surviving-to-thriving-telesummit/

Olympic Torch - Very Special Escorts

2010-01-28T08:48:00.000-08:00

The Winter Olympics are almost upon us and the eyes of the world are on Vancouver, Canada .

ABREAST IN A BOAT, the very first breast cancer survivor dragon boat team in the world will be participating in escorting THE OLYMPIC TORCH to its final destination before the 2010 Games begin.

On February 12, 2010, after crossing Canada for 106 days, the last two torch relays will be completed by dragon boats. At approximately 1:00 pm (Pacific Time) 20 members of Abreast In A Boat, a steer and a drummer will have the honour of being a part of the six boat flotilla that will shadow the two torch relay boats escorting the Olympic Torch to Yale Town .

Dr Don McKenzie, founder of Abreast In A Boat, will have a seat in one of the two relay boats carrying the torch. What an incredible opportunity for everyone involved, and in particular, for breast cancer survivors around the world.

The International Breast Cancer Paddlers Commission is delighted to share this news. It is very fitting that our ‘Dr Don’ – an amazingly generous and humble man – who has given us the gift of the dragon boat, coupled with the brave originals from Abreast In A Boat, should be so honoured. This is such an affirmation of Dr Don McKenzie’s work re -exercise and chronic disease.

Without the work of Dr Don McKenzie and those brave originals in Vancouver – none of us would be enjoying the fitness, fun and camaraderie that comes post diagnosis of this insidious disease.

Visit this link for further Torch Relay details http://ibcpc.us1.list-manage.com/track/click?u=ee31c379838a1b7596cb7f160&id=1f2bbb5722&e=58870b1403

Michelle Hanton OAM
Executive President – International Breast Cancer Paddlers Commission
Founder - Dragons Abreast Australia

Five Things

2009-12-31T12:54:00.000-08:00

Ordinary Sparkling Moments, by Christina Mason Miller
Tut, the universe
Mari Robeson
15 Minute Lunch Guy
Coconut Creme Pie

Five Things

2009-12-31T12:42:00.000-08:00

5 Things I Love

1. I love reading the stories on ThereIsLifeAfterBreastCancer.com

2. I love my friend, Jean Steel, and you will too. Her workbook will change your life!

3. I love Skinny Cow French Vanilla White Truffle Bars.

4. I love the 1988 movie Earth Girls Are Easy, starring Geena Davis, Jeff Goldblum, Jim Carrey, Damon Wayons, and Downtown Julie Brown.

5. I love Netflix, so I can watch cheezy movies whenever I want.

How do I love Emily?

2009-11-25T06:47:00.000-08:00

I have the best next door neighbor. Ever. Period.

How do I love Emily? Let me count the ways...

She shares her persimmons with me. She comes over for every Sunday supper and makes the most amazing desserts. She makes me laugh. She is a breast cancer survivor, a mother, a friend, a widow, and one of the coolest people I know.

She fits in with everybody and doesn't bat an eye over the random array of friends I have. In fact, she charms each and every one, and they all are proud to call her their friend, too. They all wish she lived next door to them. We have installed 2 "friendship gates" in our shared fence. One that leads to the front doors of our houses (we live on a hill and don't have to go down our steep driveways to hang out), and the other at the back of our property that leads to the kitchen doors. My dogs adore her (she always has treats in her pocket).

I got so lucky to live next door to such a special, wonderful, charming person.

I love ya, Emily!

People versus friends

2009-11-23T08:19:00.000-08:00

A. People can be divided into 3 groups:

Those who make things happen
Those who watch things happen
Those who wonder what happened

B. If we delve further into that we can do another 3:

Those who drive slow in the fast lane
Those who think that turning signals on their car don't apply to them
Those who take two parking spaces to park

C. And another 3:

Those who think the world revolves around them
Those who think they should breed (the stupid ones mainly)
Those who think everybody owes them something

D. But my friends all fit into these 3 categories:

Those who make me laugh
Those who love me unconditionally (drinking or not, bald or not, fat or not, cancer or not, 40+ or not, perfect boobs or not)
Those who don't do anything from the subcategories B & C, but definitely are A#1

Thanks for putting up with me as I change (yet again) into a 40-something, sober, breast cancer survivor, size 8, with a ponytail, laugh lines on my face, imperfect (um) boobs, and still the same freakin' sense of humor. Thanks for encouraging me when I needed it, and knowing when to shut the f*&% up, and enjoy a comfortable silence with me.

I am blessed to have the friends I have. You know who you are. Come along with me as we boldly go where nobody has gone before! (And isn't time we start planning another vacation?)

Let's say THANKS! In support of our troops...

2009-11-20T12:21:00.000-08:00

XEROX has done it again. This website (www.LetsSayThanks.com) gives you an opportunity to send a free printed postcard to our military personnel stationed overseas showing your support and appreciation for their service to our country.

Please take 2.2 minutes and make their day! It's easy as 1-2-3.

Visit the website www.LetsSayThanks.com: CLICK HERE!
Personalize by entering a message, your name and hometown
Hit Send!

Here is a photo of the one that I just sent:

God bless America!

Favorite Quote - Favorite Comedian

2009-11-19T09:33:00.001-08:00

VOTE for MAIMAH!

2009-11-11T10:54:00.000-08:00

This is my friend, and fellow breast cancer survivor, Maimah Karmo.

She beat breast cancer in her 30's. She's a spokesmodel for Cleavage Creek Cellars. She started her own foundation - TigerLily Foundation to help young women. She's a mom. She's a friend. She's an author. She's a speaker. She's fearless. She's passionate. She's wonderful.

Apparently, I am not the only one who thinks so!!!

L'Oreal has nominated Maimah Karmo the prestigious honor of being a Woman of Worth. Please visit the link below and place your vote for her.

She not only has my vote, but a special place in my heart.

VOTE FOR MAIMAH!

Clutter on my computer

2009-11-05T10:04:00.000-08:00

I save stuff. Lots of stuff. Very important stuff. Okay, so you can call me a packrat. But not only in my house, but ON MY COMPUTER!

Take, for example, my RSS feed of bloggers (and this is just the top of the list):

Are you kidding me? Somebody has posted on their blog over 20 times, and I haven't read it? How can this be? Then I feel bad that I haven't read it. What if I miss something really, really important?

I've been complaining about not having time to blog for myself. Perhaps it's because I've been so worried I haven't had time to read other people's blogs, that there was something stopping me. So you know what I did? I scanned through everything on all my blogs. I have read all my favorite peeps blogs, and I have deleted some posts of other people I was following, well, because I thought I should.

My blog inbox is clean, clear, and ready for me to read your blogs, and write my blogs.

So, for those of you who have jumped off the blog wagon (um, Susan, Shannon, Margerie), please jump back on with me.

Come on. Everybody's doing it. I'll blog if you blog.

It's not about the candy.

2009-11-01T11:03:00.001-08:00

I know I'm 42. You know I'm 42. But something changes when you put on a full body/face costume on and go trick-or treating. And then nobody knows you are 42. (Alright, almost 43).

My BFF, Julie (aka, Edna Medna Big Fat Pedna), said "Of course!" when I told her we should go trick-or-treating. One of the many reasons why I love her so. We donned Crash Test Dummy outfits, got pillow cases, and drove her Lexus to the best neighborhood in town.

The first place we stopped, the guy (who was probably 35) told us we were too old (could he see our wrinkles?) It may have been that we were just a foot taller than most of the trick-or-treaters.

We regrouped. We changed our voices to be higher pitched. We ran from house to house. We squatted down so we didn't look so tall. And nobody else even questioned us. We laughed until we cried. We had SOOOOO much fun.

We were older than the parents who were walking their kids around. And we got lots of loot. Okay. It may have been about the candy. I already ate the Almond Joys.

Get In. Sit down. Hang on. Shut up. I'm back!

2009-11-01T10:54:00.000-08:00

I know, I know, I know.

I've been a bad blogger. Smack my fingers with a ruler, put me in a corner (nobody puts Baby in a corner), shame me, do what you will.

But I am back. I promise.

I had an...interesting...experience trying to blog for somebody earlier this year. It didn't work out, and I had to regroup and decide that I was blogging for myself, not necessarily for anybody else. Except you, of course.

My summer was filled with ups and downs, which I will fill you in slowly but surely (haven't you been waiting with bated breath?)

So, get in, sit down, hang on and shut up.

Blog on!

R.I.P. Michael Jackson

2009-06-25T16:18:00.000-07:00

My love affair with Michael Jackson started from my first Jackson 5 album, which was available on my favorite cereal (at the time): Alpha Bits. Who could resist the way the needle bounced up and down on the vinyl coated cardboard record, cut out with rounded tip scissors by my skilled 5 year old hands?

When I was at cheerleading camp (oh come on, that doesn't surprise you, does it?), the very first song I learned a dance routine to was Don't Stop Til You Get Enough. Let's see, that would have been 1981 or 1982. I am pretty sure I can still do the routine, be sure to ask me to demonstrate it for you next time you see me. I'd be happy to.

And who can forget Thriller's debut on MTV Halloween night? I know most people are watching the regular debut of Thriller today (just try to get on YouTube). If you still need a Thriller fix, click here to see what somebody recreated with Legos. It will blow your mind.

I really don't care what your opinion was of Michael. As you know, I appreciate my friends being weird and bizarre. The weirder the better, actually (don't take offense, be proud).

I will miss Michael Jackson. The world will be a bit less odd without him.

R.I.P. Michael.

Butter or Parkay?

2009-06-18T18:43:00.000-07:00

The things you see when you are out and about. I tried to get my clients to buy it just for the sign. We found another place for them. Don't be surprised if you see the same sign at their new place when they close escrow next month.

Redneck Fire Alarm

2009-06-11T16:02:00.000-07:00

Had this been the fire alarm in the hotel in Washington DC, I might have actually heard it go off. However, I would have been insanely hungry, and in the mood to go see a matinee.

That's just funny, I don't care who you are.

Smart Man

2009-06-10T14:08:00.000-07:00

"Drop the idea that you are Atlas carrying the world on your shoulders. The world would go on even without you. Don't take yourself so seriously."

Remember Me?

2009-06-03T08:31:00.000-07:00

When Good Plans Go Awry

My buddy Jean's friend was visiting her from (insert podunk town here). He used to be the drummer for the band Scandal. You will remember the song, sung by Patty Smythe and Scandal, "Goodbye to You". You can find this video (and other bad 80's video) on YouTube, because apparently, we are not the only one with time on our hands. (click here) The drummer had NO clue that video was even on line.

Jean and Drummer located the video, and there was this amazing stream of dialogue from people all over the world debating about who was hot, who was not, who was still alive, who was a drunk, a druggie or dead, and what they were all doing now. Apparently, more people than not, think that Drummer is dead (he moved somewhere that he may as well be, if I remember correctly, but this has nothing to do with our story). After their fun weekend, Jean was over here at my office and we pulled up the video and started to read the dialogue. It was freakin' hysterical. And of course, then I couldn't get the song out of my head and proceeded to sing it for days (much like I will today, I am sure). So, for shits and giggles, I decided to write something funny and witty on the screen, of course, about Drummer. So, I typed in "I think I slept with the drummer. Last weekend." I hit enter and waited for them to ask me for a screen name (which I was going to make up).

All of a sudden, my comment pops up on the screen. With my main YouTube screen name on it. For all of the world to see. I announced that I slept with Drummer. Last weekend. You can imagine my surprise. And Jean's shock. Much to my chagrin, my computer keeps me signed in as "HayleyTownley", no matter what, because one day I clicked the little box that says "remember me on this computer."

I got incredibly lucky in that everybody was too busy debating about who was doing what when, that my comment went unnoticed. This could have been a disaster. But anytime Jean and I even talk about it, we get the giggles so bad that diet coke comes out our nose.

The moral of this story? Sign in on your husband's account if you are going to write creepy messages on-screen from now on.

And now dear friends, I say, with much singing, hopping, snapping, clapping, blue eyeshadow and big hair:

Goodbye to you,

Goodbye to you!

The Grass Is Always Greener

2009-05-22T20:49:00.001-07:00

I was in Cleveland yesterday. My sis-in-law, Madelyn and I spotted some geese and goslings crossing the road we had just passed. I missed the photo opportunity (you know how I hate that), but enjoyed watching from a distance.

When we drove back 15 minutes later, the geese and goslings had apparently found out that the grass is just fine on their own side of the road, and is not, in fact, greener and better on the other side. They are happily going back home. This time, we pulled over and waited for them to cross back, camera in hand.

This is how I feel! I started to blog for somebody else. I fairly quickly found out that there was nothing wrong with blogging for myself (and for you).

Join me as I trudge the road to happy destiny. I'm back and will be blogging on my own terms once again.

And P.S. GO CAVS! They were the real reason I was in Cleveland. These photos were taken from my seat on the floor of The Q.

I assume you know that is LeBron James in the first few photos. He is a KING! The final one is my foot and the game ball. Too bad we didn't have very good seats. HA!

Let's let the Cavs have their two days across the road in Orlando and beat Magic, and then trudge the road to happy destiny back to Cleveland and win this series.

I smell a championship!

EVENT FILLED 2 WEEKS

2009-04-13T11:31:00.000-07:00

Tim, my darling husband, turned 50 the end of March. We chose to celebrate it with 22 of our closest friends in Mexico! We had a blast! Julie (BFF) and Jeff got married (I did a great job coordinating that from afar, even if I do say so myself) the day after Tim's party. I was a keynote speaker the last day we were there - in another country - in another language!

One of our buddies had a heart attack the last day (he is under 50), got to come home (after being admitted to a Mexico hospital). He freaked us all out! Upon return home, they put in 3 stents to open up blockage. He is okay now (yay!)

This morning, I got a random email from the wife of one of my favorite clients. Eric died from a massive heart attack last week. He was 60. He died with no will, and left his wife and two young sons with a mortgage, car payments, and an ex-wife to fight over what is left of what he had.

Please make sure you hug your loved ones and tell them you love them. And for crying out loud, make a will.

Nolo's Simple Will Book is invaluable.

Getting old(er) is challenging.

Spring has sprung!

2009-03-14T16:11:00.000-07:00

Shirley & I were headed off for more shopping, going from Point A to Point B. All of a sudden we see this:

Of course, our interest is piqued and we realize what is going on. I managed to get out, "Should we..Do I...Is that...??"

Shirley replied, "Oh..yeah..park...hurry...over there."

I parked and we zip across 4 lines of traffic on foot, (on LOVR for those of you who are locals), and we are greeted with this site:

She is less than 20 minutes old, and can barely stand up!

If I've said it once, I've said it a thousand times. Never go anywhere without your camera. We hung out for about another 20 minutes - and left before the little one was even one hour old.

Spring has officially sprung.

All you Central Coast locals - Froom Ranch on LOVR has an entire field full of pregnant mares. Pay attention over the next few weeks. I have a feeling the population is going to double!

The hardest part about going to the gym...

2009-03-09T18:21:00.001-07:00

...is GOING to the gym.

I’ve belonged to the gym on and off for years. I even go. Sometimes. At least I always have good intentions of going. At the beginning of the contract, I have big aspirations of going every single day and seeing results in hours. Then, it tapers off to just during the week, and hoping for the results in weeks. I even try to schedule it on my calendar. Unfortunately, I cancel the “going to the gym” way quicker than I ever would a doctors appointment or a meeting with colleagues.

I was in one of those ruts the end of last year. I feigned being too busy and not having enough time. Eventually, I stopped going. I would feel totally guilty when I drove past it. I asked my accountant if I could write off my monthly membership as a donation.

Then something happened. My 42nd birthday. I began thinking that we only get one life, and one body, and I should try to take better care of it.

I’ve been given second chances. I looked down the rabbit hole and beat breast cancer. I’ve had scares since then. I have come out on the other side and want to do something to insure I can be the best person that I can be.

I think I have figured it out. The hardest part about going to the gym is actually GOING to the gym. Getting dressed and getting in the car. Once I am there, it’s easy to do.

Perhaps I should list on my calendar: dress in workout clothes and get in car.

The rest will follow.

Creepy Baby.

2009-02-26T08:25:00.000-08:00

You can't tell me this doesn't bother you when you are on Facebook and you look over and the creepy baby is staring at you. With all the eyes. And can we talk about the chins?

I see 6 eyes and 3 chins. How many do you see?

This is why I quit drinking - because YOU started to look like this.

As Seen On TV...

2009-02-17T08:42:00.000-08:00

What image does this conjure up for you?

Yep, me too.

"BILLY MAYS HERE..."

I'm always fascinated by the stuff they sell on TV, and it's a good thing my attention span isn't long enough to sit and watch QVC. But those commercials come on, and I am reaching for the phone. My husband hides it from me.

Then I discovered that BB&B (no, not the Better Business Bureau, but Bed, Bath & Beyond) has an entire wall full of "As Seen On TV." How exciting!

I got suckered into the PedEgg the other day. Have you seen this thing? It's like a cheese grater for the bottom of your feet. But yet, it's gentle enough to use on a balloon. The "shavings" are collected in the bottom so they don't fly everywhere. This is a good thing, because the amount of crap it took off the bottom of my feet, well, let's just say that I almost threw up a little bit in my mouth as I was emptying it over the trash can. And now you want to know if it works, right? Oddly enough, it did. I'm sorta amazed. Of course, you have to use it to get it to work, but my $9.99 (less my 20% off coupon) was well spent, in my opinion.
This is a much better deal than that mini-sewing machine that I ended up with that I simply had to have. You know the one where you can sew curtains while they are hanging up, or you can hem a skirt while sitting at your desk. Let me tell you, that is some good marketing. Not only do I not sew, but I don't even like curtains. And I don't hem anything, nor do I wear skirts that often. It's still in the box. Under the bed. Of course, I tell my husband I use it all the time. He's not amused.
Anyway, don't be surprised if you get a Snuggie from me for Xmas this year. I mean, how many times have you been wrapped up in a blanket, and you can't get your arms out? I hate it when that happens. Anyway, they come with a free booklight. Now THAT's marketing.
I hear that mendy glue is pretty cool too. And it comes with glue you can sew rhinestones on your clothes with. It could take the place of my Bedazzler, and/or my mini sewing machine. Besides, I have a parachute I need to mend.
I'm turning on the TV. Gotta see what new marketing invention is all the rage.

RIP, My Little Mouse

2009-02-14T10:44:00.000-08:00

Poor little mouse***. He was so good to me for 14 months. When I took him into my Apple store, they asked me if I got the Apple Care Plan. They said that if I had purchased it 24 months ago (for $100), I could get a new replacement mouse for free. Instead, today, I bought a new one for $50.

You know I am no good with math, but even I know I came out ahead on this deal.

RIP, my little friend. You will be missed.

And I still have the satisfaction of having a computer that gives me no sass and no problems, while my poor hubby cusses at his PC regularly.

***Just for the record...this is way better than the A Wocket In My Pocket Is Better Than A Mouse In My House! Wow, did I really write that in December of 2007. Can you believe I've been blogging this long? And can you believe you have been reading my blog that long? This is my 163rd post (not counting guest blogs or other blogs I have or contribute to). We will have to do something fantastical for 200.

Always keep your camera with you!

2009-02-04T14:21:00.001-08:00

You should always keep your camera with you, because you never know when you will come across a Kodak moment.

For example: I was going to the grocery store the other day, and pulled in next to this car:

And just in case you can't see it so well, here is another angle.

It was a bit unnerving, as I couldn't tell if he was staring back at me. But I laughed all the way into the store. This blog wouldn't have been nearly as funny without the photos.

Before you leave your house again, make sure you have your camera! And for crying out loud, don't forget your dog's sunglasses.

Real Wood Stove

2009-01-31T06:50:00.000-08:00

What is wrong with this picture?

Let me count the ways:

1. A wood stove
2. Made out of wood

3. Guaranteed to burn 4 hours

4. Made in Poland

5. Only $48.95

We found this in a very unique house we were showing to my friend, Traci Ferguson of Intrinsic Design. She is the one who pointed out the ad in the machine shop that could barely be seen through the dust of the years (and I mean years). She dusted it off and sure enough, it said what we thought it said. She also had to wash her hands afterwards. After we laughed so hard we almost peed our pants.

Firewood costs $5/bundle? It burns for about 4 hours.

Or, you could just send off $48.95 (+shipping/handling) to this company in Poland, get yourself a real wood stove, and have yourself a fire in style. Your friends will be amazed (probably at your stupidity, but amazed, none-the-less).

Or, if you have some scrap wood laying around the house and a lot of time on your hands, perhaps you could make your own, amazing and dazing your friends.

I can't make this kind of stuff up.

I'm baaaack!

2009-01-29T12:05:00.000-08:00

I know, it's been awhile since I have posted anything and I didn't want an entire month to go without it. I need to get back into the groove of things, so this one is short but sweet.

When people ask me why I started blogging, or how I got into blogging, I can only say: 15 Minute Lunch Guy. Some of you are familiar with his stuff (or may even follow him on your own). Some of you have seen his famous posting about the 1977 JC Penney Catalog.

But I would like for you to take a moment to look at my favorite posting of his:

The Artist Formerly Known As

Go on. I dare you to read it and not laugh.

And no, I don't know why he calls himself 15 minute lunch guy. Maybe because he writes his posts in 15 minutes and only on his lunch hour. Or maybe he only takes 15 minutes for his lunch. Or maybe he is giving you permission to read him at your desk on your lunch hour. Or, maybe, well, I don't know. But in any case, I invited him on our trip to Mexico, and now he thinks I am stalking him.

In any case, Johnny Virgil is hysterical. Be sure to check him out.

Joy Work Club Conference, April 24, 2009!

2009-01-05T08:27:00.000-08:00

Book it while you still can! It's an absolute frenzy!

This Central Coast women's conference, JoyWorkClub.com is going to be held on April 24, 2009. Tickets are just $95 and only 120 lucky women will be able to attend. Lunch, snacks, gift bags, door prizes, and things just too cool for school are included.

Open registration starts January 6th. Get your tickets now. There are some amazing people speaking including, but not limited to: Queen Jean Steel, the Lovely and Talented Elizabeth McGregor, and yours truly (need I say more?)

Put it on your calendar and visit JoyWorkClub.com to pre-register.

You'll be glad you did, and you'll be sorry if you don't!

I leave you with this as my last blog post for a week, unless you want to follow me here

where we will have regular postings by guest bloggers!

http://ByeBye-Boobies.blospot.com

My cat has Alzheimers

2009-01-03T11:02:00.002-08:00

She can't remember if I've fed her or not, so quite often she stands on the counter and howls.

She used to not use the litter box and my yard was her toilet.

Then she decided to start using it.

6 months ago she stopped using it.

2 days ago she pooped in my hubby's bathroom.

Now she's using the litter box again, mere moments after I told my housesitter she wasn't going to have to clean out the litter box because my cat didn't use it.

I'm sure it's kitty alzheimers. Or perhaps she made a New Year's Resolution to never go outside again.

My cat has Alzheimer

2009-01-03T11:02:00.001-08:00

Season's Greetings

2008-12-28T13:31:00.000-08:00

After shoveling the driveway, the girls dig out Rico, their new dog-faced brother. Jen and Dan supervise from the comfort of the family room.

I have no idea who these people are. Chances are, you don't either. But you may have received a Christmas card from them in the past.

Several years ago, I ordered my Xmas cards from a popular website. Instead of MY Xmas cards, I received these. The site sent me the correct ones and said they would replace this family's as well. They told me I could dispose of these.

But I didn't. I sent them to all my friends anonymously.

I had them going too. As Dan told Julie, "We got Christmas cards from people we don't even know!"

My plan was to continue to age and alter the photo and send greetings from Dan, Jen, Emily, Samantha and Baby Rico. Until Tim blurted out "It's Hayley. She did it. She sent the cards."

He's cute. He's darling. I love him so. But he cannot keep a secret! So, most of you found out then it was me. And if you weren't let in on the secret then, now you can rest assured that you don't need to feel bad - you really didn't know them.

But I am sure that they would still wish you joy, peace and love this holiday season.

As do I! I hope you had a magical Christmas and that 2009 brings you all that you deserve.

And P.S. I wouldn't tell Tim any secrets if I were you.

ByeBye-Boobies Follow me to my other blog - we will post updates and pictures as we trudge along the road to happy destiny!

Great Party! Spectacular Women!

2008-12-24T07:24:00.000-08:00

This is me and my friend, Mari Robeson. You may know her as the owner of that awesome boutique in the Village of Arroyo Grande: Mari Robeson Home, Divine Details for Home & Child.

You may know her as that hot chick that used to work in advertising with my husband (at a company that shall remain nameless) and drive that little red car. Or as one of the amazing dancers who shined with Miss Pat.

You may not know this, but Mari is responsible for how incredibly cool the new decor for Rosa's Italian Restaurant in Pismo Beach is. She is a crazy good designer and a spectacular woman.

Mari's boutique had it's second anniversary party earlier this month. She always does something fun and funky to make it enjoyable for her customers.

She had her friend Christine Mason Miller come to sign books. Christine is an artist.

Christine is also the author of Ordinary Sparkling Moments. You simply HAVE to get this book. I bought a few for Christmas presents and I cannot tell you how glad I am that I kept one for myself. And even thought to have Christine sign it for me!

Really, if you are looking for something unique, this is it. Why not start a trend and give a few as New Year gifts? A delightful way to start the new year would be with a cup of tea and Ordinary Sparkling Moments. That is my plan.

Christine is also a blogger: **Sparkletopia**. Her posts are short, sweet, profound and jam packed as full of information as you can get in a few short paragraphs. I don't know how she consistently does it, but she does. You need to RSS this gal!

Her book is also her art. Did I mention that Christine is an artist? You can check out more of her art at her Etsy shop.

If you are local, you can get Christine's book at Mari Robeson Home (151 West Branch, AG), or you can order it from any of Christine's sites.

And, in case you are wondering what I was doing with some of the royalty of spectacular women? Mari asked me to serve and taste wine from Cleavage Creek. Oh, haven't you heard? I'm on a bottle of Cab Syrah! 10% of the gross proceeds go to cutting edge breast cancer research. I was chosen among these 5 other spectacular women and breast cancer survivors to be part of the Women of Cleavage Creek.

Meet 2008 Women of Cleavage Creek. They are left to right: Kathy Von Riper, Maimah Karmo, Theresa Larson, Patricia Wix, Heidi Marble, Hayley Townley.

I'm honored and humbled. If you live on the Central Coast, you can pick up a bottle of my Cab Syrah at Jaffa Cafe (1212 Higuera, SLO), or you can always order directly from Cleavage Creek.com. The wine is great, the cause is spectacular.

I'd be delighted to sign a bottle of wine for you!

Thanks again to Mari for inviting me to be a part of her anniversary party. And thanks again to Christine for signing my books and adding There Is Life After Breast Cancer. com to her blog roll.

I just love networking with spectacular women!

Emotional Rollercoaster

2008-12-19T18:05:00.000-08:00

I'm getting off the emotional rollercoaster now.

My mastectomy is now January 6th, 2009 in San Francisco, instead of December 29th (and instead of December 22nd).

I'll spare you the gory details here (but you can click over to ByeBye-Boobies to read them and have yourself a chuckle).

I'm hoping to get a good night's sleep tonight!

Boobs may come, and boobs may go, but funny lasts forever!

Yesterday sucked.

2008-12-18T08:09:00.000-08:00

I woke up early to get to a meeting in Montecito. As I was on my way out the door (literallly, keys in hand, purse on the shoulder), it got cancelled. We decided to go anyway to see my sister & brother -in law (the only highpoint of the day).

We decided to get donuts, since I can eat whatever I want before my surgery**! We stopped and I made this huge deal out of getting 2 donuts, instead of one, because I can! When we got into the car, Tim accidentally spilled milk all over me and my seat. In order to get away from it, I moved quickly and then my coffee cup spilled into my purse.

Once I got those messes cleaned up and only had one napkin left, we got on the road. I reached into the bag of donuts. They only put one donut in my bag, not two. Good thing I only had one napkin.

When I called to confirm my surgery** appointment for December 29th, the scheduler said "Oh, I forgot to tell you, the doctor is going to be out of town that day. We will have to reschedule."

Yesterday sucked. I should have just gone back to bed.

And for those of you wondering, don't worry. I didn't cry over spilt milk. But I might have leaked a little about the scheduling screw-up.

**You can read about the impending surgery on my ByeBye-Boobies blog. It could be this Monday, December 22, or possibly January 6th, or sometime after that. Good times. I'll keep ya posted.

Telemarketers

2008-12-16T12:58:00.001-08:00

Don't you hate it when you are in the middle of something and the phone rings and you are tripping over stuff to answer the phone and then you can't find the phone and then you finally get to the phone and you hear a recorded voice saying, "Important information regarding your car warranty..."

Little do those boneheads know that one of my cars is a 1990 Ford Mustang, and the other is a 1965 Mercury Comet Station Wagon. My car warranties ran out eons ago.

And then you hear them say that this is their final attempt to contact you regarding it. And then you believe them. And then you are at home again. And you are wrapping Christmas presents and trying to clean your house because you have a holiday party at your house tonight. And then the phone rings and you are tripping over stuff to answer the phone and then you can't find the phone and then you finally get to the phone and you hear a recorded voice saying, "Important information regarding your car warranty..."

I can't take it anymore.

Wrong place at the wrong time for their sake. I happened to be standing right next to a police whistle that a friend of mine gave me.

I pressed one to talk to somebody about the car warranty. And when they answered?

I blew the whistle as loud as I possibly could.

I wonder if THAT will get me off the damn calling list.

Please visit my other blog, if you dare...it's an account of my upcoming mastectomy and reconstruction ...http://ByeBye-Boobies.blogspot.com

Breaking News, Coffee Everywhere

2008-12-13T06:35:00.000-08:00

This is going to change everything. Click here for the news story that made me spew coffee out my nose and now I have to go clean my screen. I"ll be back shortly.

RECYCLING IS A GOOD THING!

2008-12-11T13:25:00.000-08:00

I am trying to clean my house. Somebody messed it up. Probably the dogs. But seriously, I have wrapping paper, presents, etc all over the place. I just had a birthday and ended with some fabulous presents from my fabulous friends (you know who you are!)

As I was taking inventory of my loot, I was taking out the tissue paper from the bags and flattening it out and refolding it for use later. Old habits die hard! My mom used to make me do that! Although I stopped saving the wrapping paper from gifts, having to carefully cut off the tape marks and reusing it - sometimes you have to know when to say when! If you get a present from me and think it's coincidence that I got the same bag that you got me, it's not. It IS the same bag. And the same tissue paper! Besides, recycling is all the rage these days.

But am I turning into my mother?????

This is a nice (but not easy) segue for you... Most of you know, my Mom passed away from a secondary recurrence of breast cancer in her 40's. I just turned 42.

I'll start of by saying EVERYTHING IS GOING TO BE OKAY!

We found another lump in the same breast my original cancer was in. The tests that have been run have not shown anything weird, although, everybody wants to take out the lump just to be sure. I have done lots of thinking, crying, talking, etc. (When I say "I", I mean, of course, my hubby and I).

So, the end of this month, I am going to be getting a double mastectomy with reconstruction (from fat they take from my tummy). It's basically a new-boob-flat-tummy-surgery-thing.

You can read all about it over on the blog I set up specifically for this. I didn't want to have to bore you to tears with all the boobie stuff here, and there is plenty of other stuff I can blog about in the meantime on this blog. Believe it or not, I'm not running out of things to say! HA!

So, be sure to book mark ByeBye-Boobies.blogspot.com. RSS-subscribe is even better. (Let me know if you need me to walk you through that one!)

Margerie got me this fabulous t-shirt that she created on her Cancer Speaks shop. I plan on wearing it home from the hospital.

I appreciate the things my Mom taught me. Recycling is good for the environment!

I'm a Spirited Woman!

2008-12-06T06:16:00.000-08:00

You know how when you find Something that is SO spectacular and you wonder to your self, "Self, how could I have not known about this??? Why has nobody told me about this??"

I had one of those moments this week. And you are about to as well, so grab your coffee or tea and sit down, listen and get ready to smile and click!

I got my Cleavage Creek newsletter in my inbox this week (did you?) I noticed that they were sponsoring a really fantastic Holiday Guide. And, as you all know, Budge Brown and his team are fantastic at finding really cool things that truly make a difference in the world (yes, that's me on the far right - autographs on bottles of Cleavage Creek Cabernet Syrah, anytime you want).

Just as I clicked over to The Spirited Woman.com to check out aforementioned Holiday Guide, I got an email from Nancy Mills, Founder of Spirited Women, Creative Fun for Inspired Women. She invited me to join her team of Spirited Women from all around the globe. For those of you who don't know exactly what that means, it's like going to a new school and having the really pretty, funny and popular girl who everybody loves, invite you to sit at her table at lunch. At least I think it is - that never happened to me, but I would imagine this is what that would have felt like!

Serendipitous? Surely. Score? Big time.

After spending a few moments cruising around The Spirited Woman.com, I decided that Nancy might have to be my new BF! How could I not know about this site, this guide and this cool lady?

Meanwhile, back at the ranch, I have now downloaded the Spirited Women Holiday Guide, and you can too. It's not just for women - guys can download it too, and maybe find some great ideas to give to your Spirited Woman for the holidays.

I am passing on this great find to you. I'd love to keep the guide for myself, but I'm a giving gal. You may consider it my gift to you. All wrapped up with one of those recycled-from-a-magazine-crazy-fun bows (under Environmental Gift Wrap Options in the guide - you can make them too!)

It's a guide to help you think out of the gift-giving box. Give back. Create change. Take a leap. Make a difference. Inspire others by the fact that you are inspired. And, oh yes. Have fun along the way.

Click HERE to visit The Spirited Woman.
Click HERE to download The Spirited Woman Holiday guide.
Click HERE to buy Cleavage Creek wine, and help find a cure for breast cancer.

Everybody wins today. Make it a spectacular one.

XOXO,

Hayley

This post sponsored by www.ThereIsLifeAfterBreastCancer.com

In memory of Karen Patterson Tustin, my Mom.

b. October 4, 1944, d. December 6, 1991

Great Christmas Gifts!

2008-12-03T08:49:00.000-08:00

Cleavage Creek - 10% gross profits to breast cancer research! Breast cancer survivors grace each bottle.

GREAT CHRISTMAS GIFTS!

I am available for signing my Cab Syrah bottle! (That's me far right!)

If you are in San Luis Obispo, you can also purchase my wine at Jaffa Cafe at 1212 Higuera.

What do you get?

2008-12-02T08:15:00.000-08:00

1 + 2 = 3

1. Precocious 3 year old
2. Gumball machine
3. Gum in random spots

Our little friend, Aubrie, comes over on Sundays to visit. She is 3. The first thing she does is go for the gumball machine (you don't even need pennies). I have no idea how much she goes through each time she is here. I do know her Mom is always telling her to spit out the gum and "no more gumballs!"

We found this ABC* gum while cleaning up the other day. The pig is ceramic (not made out of gum). But the little spots all around him? Chewed up gum. Ya gotta laugh about that!

I'm afraid to look under the tables, and chairs and desks around my house.

*ABC= Already Been Chewed

Happy Thanksgiving!

2008-11-27T05:02:00.000-08:00

TWAS THE NIGHT OF THANKSGIVING,

BUT I JUST COULDN'T SLEEP.

I TRIED COUNTING BACKWARDS, I TRIED COUNTING SHEEP.

THE LEFTOVERS BECKONED - THE DARK MEAT AND WHITE,

BUT I FOUGHT THE TEMPTATION WITH ALL OF MY MIGHT.

TOSSING AND TURNING WITH ANTICIPATION,

THE THOUGHT OF A SNACK BECAME INFATUATION.

SO, I RACED TO THE KITCHEN, FLUNG OPEN THE DOOR

AND GAZED AT THE FRIDGE,FULL OF GOODIES GALORE.

I GOBBLED UP TURKEY AND BUTTERED POTATOES,

PICKLES AND CARROTS, BEANS AND TOMATOES.

I FELT MYSELF SWELLING SO PLUMP AND SO ROUND,

'TIL ALL OF A SUDDEN,

I ROSE OFF THE GROUND.

I CRASHED THROUGH THE CEILING, FLOATING INTO THE SKY

WITH A MOUTHFUL OF PUDDING AND A HANDFUL OF PIE.

BUT, I MANAGED TO YELL AS I SOARED PAST THE TREES....

HAPPY EATING TO ALL

PASS THE CRANBERRIES, PLEASE!

MAY YOUR STUFFING BE TASTY, MAY YOUR TURKEY BE PLUMP.

MAY YOUR POTATOES 'N GRAVY HAVE NARY A LUMP,

MAY YOUR YAMS BE DELICIOUS MAY YOUR PIES TAKE THE PRIZE,

MAY YOUR THANKSGIVING DINNER STAY OFF OF YOUR THIGHS.

~unknown

Commercial Break

2008-11-25T05:58:00.000-08:00

And now, a word from our sponsors:

This blog is brought to you by those fabulous people over at There Is Life After Breast Cancer.com

Everlasting Fun.

2008-11-21T08:39:00.001-08:00

Come on, you know you want to play it.
WARNING: You will be singing the song all day long.

I think the only funner thing would be a slinky and an escalator. Yep. I may have to go to the mall later today and hit the toy store and the escalators.

SLINKY + ESCALATOR = EVERLASTING FUN.

P.S. Margerie, I think you should add this to the Christmas lists. Maybe not the escalator part (you have enough stairs), but definitely the slinky part.

Can I get an editor, please?

2008-11-18T09:11:00.000-08:00

If you just can't decide between a falafel and a falafil, this appears to be your spot.

I didn't know they made these things at a bakery. I also thought there was a C in there somewhere.
This is, apparently, IT.
Aww, phuket.
I heart San Francisco!

Can you believe this? AAARGH

2008-11-15T15:35:00.000-08:00

When I bought my last Verizon phone, I explained to the girl that it was so nice to be able to now transfer my contacts from one phone to another. She said it was new. She then sold me a "chip" to put in my phone to save and store all my information on.

But guess what? She's a liar, liar, pants on fire. It doesn't store your contacts on it. Or your photos. It stores your music. But not your ringtones that you paid for and downloaded. Doesn't store the games you paid for and downloaded. I don't store music on my phone cuz mine is on my ipod.

My phone went blue screen on Thursday night. I had to get a new one on Friday morning. And guess what? The little chip? Doesn't have anything on it. Nothing. Not one ringtone. Not one game. Not even one picture. And not one contact.

Needless to say, I have no contacts in my phone. So, I apologize to Jessica for missing your birthday dinner. I honestly didn't have a phone nor your number, to call you back on. And to Jean - would have loved to met you for sunset happy hour (although we were booked, but I would have at least called you to tell you that).

I guess we can pretend that this is clutter-busting at it's finest. If you still want to hear from me ever again - shoot me a text (and be sure to sign it so I know who you are!) and I will add you back into my phone.

And if not? I say good riddance.

But please don't be mad at me if you haven't heard from me since Thursday.

And yes, I have signed up for Verizon's contact saving info. I am having to pay for it monthly, which I don't really mind if it will back it up. But why didn't the little liar tell me about it the last time I went into the store? I'd like to knock her into next week.

I shoulda bought an i-phone. You can bet I will when my contract is up.

Signed,

Traumatically yours,

Phone numberless and textless in San Luis Obispo

There Is Life After Breast Cancer.com: WE ARE OFFICIALLY LIVE!

2008-11-10T15:46:00.000-08:00

www.ThereIsLifeAfterBreastCancer.com is now officially on-line and ready for you and your loved ones to read, write, draw and share! Brave, inspiring, heroic people share about how breast cancer affected them and their lives. It's like a support group on the internets.

To all breast cancer survivors and their loved ones:

Got a story? Let us help you tell it.
Wrote a poem? Let us put it out there.
Created a masterpiece? Let's show it off.

Be sure to visit the spotlight page for free shipping on Buffs® - they make great Xmas presents. May be used with or without chemo!

Halloween. Finally!

2008-11-08T09:04:00.000-08:00

I know, I know. I've been bad and haven't posted anything for over a week! After the fun of the Halloween party, I got a helluva cold/flu (I knew I shoulda got that flu shot!) I promised Margerie I would post something, and soon. She dittoed it. And I think that my buddy Darell was skywriting me to get my attention. Maybe he should blog instead. (hint, hint)

Great guesses on what I was to be for Halloween (Mrs. Roper, curtains, table), but nobody got it. Of course, I didn't make it easy. Pay no attention to the Coneheads having sexual relations.

Despite the rain, we had a number of attendants (100+). Some of whom I am still trying to figure out if I knew them or they were party crashers (Amy Winehouse, an elderly couple, a chipmunk, flapper, red/black goddess, mannequins, cows, The Sheet Family, Soccer Refs, pregnant nun and her lesbian lover, Tony Orlando and Dawns of the Dead, Dr. Phil, etc, etc)

In fact, the rain just made it more fun - as long as you weren't standing under the tarp when Beldar was releasing the water.

Please don't feel bad if your photo didn't show up. This is only from MY collection. Rest assured that whatever you were doing, and whoever you were doing it with, got caught on film.

So, now you know I am still alive. And now I really must clean my house. After the party and being in bed all week, I noticed that somebody messed it up. I am going to kick their ass when I catch who did it!

Love, Prymatt Conehead

Happy Birthday - this one's for you.

2008-10-30T08:53:00.000-07:00

October 30 is a special day for a lot of special people in my life.
First of all, it's the day before Halloween, and if you don't know this, I LOVE Halloween.

Next? It's National Candy Corn Day. And I only have 15 of them left in my house. I don't think they will make it til 10am.

My friend, Jerry, is having a birthday today, so I'd like to send a big shout out to him. He's a bit camera shy.

And this is my "baby" kitty, Jazmine. She is turning 15 today. She had 6 white hairs when I got her. I think if she had stayed in the cooker one more day and been born on October 31, she would have been a solid black kitty.

She really is a sweetheart, but boy was she mad when I brought home a kitten. She really likes Halloween too.

My Mom's birthday is today. She would have been 64. This was her at age 16. Nice gun, Mom.

This was her on her second wedding day at our family cabin in Colorado, shortly before she passed away (at age 47). She married a spectacular guy who gave her an engagement ring on the day she told him the cancer came back. He told her that he wanted to spend the rest of her life with her. And he did. Thank you Chuck.

Happy Birthday to all of you. This one's for you.

Facts about Candy Corn

2008-10-28T10:12:00.000-07:00

Who doesn't love candy corn? I decided to do a bit of research on the candy, so that you didn't have to. You can thank me later.

Candy corns were invented in 1880.
They were originally handmade by men (not women) for 8 months out of the year.
Sugar, corn syrup and honey continue to be the main ingredients.
Three passes for each mold is how they get the tri-color.
35 million pounds of candy corn are sold each year. That is approximately 9 billion individual candy corns.
Most people eat them in 3 bites - white is usually first.
Candy corn is naturally fat free.
One serving of candy corns is only 140 calories.
Each candy corn has 3-1/2 calories.
26 pieces is one serving.
We aren't going to talk about the sugar content.
Or the carbs.

Better go getcha some quick. Only two days remain until National Candy Corn Day - October 30.

Your welcome.

What do you do?

2008-10-26T10:21:00.001-07:00

Imagine yourself amidst all the people in the Goodwill Store. It's Halloween time, and most people are buying their Halloween costumes.

You have a polyester-type-fabric "one-size-fits-all" green with pink flower thingy, complete with shoulder pads in your hands, along with matching items. The lady behind you comments about your terrific finds. She is serious and also distraught that she didn't find the one-size-fits-all thingy first.

Simply smile and walk away, that's what you do.

And for those of you are trying to figure out what I am going to be for Halloween? Come on. You know me better than that. I never dress and tell. I guess you will just have to come to my party to find out.

Here's a hint, although I wager it's impossible to tell by this.

Feel free to try!

What do YOU think I am going to be?

See below post for other costumes I have worn in the past: Mona Lisa, dancin' trousers, carrot, Mia from Pulp Fiction, gargoyle. Hard to tell what's next!

Past Halloween Costumes

2008-10-24T13:25:00.000-07:00

I love digging around in old Halloween photos. I obviously love Halloween!

Phew. Get the fork out.

2008-10-22T19:53:00.000-07:00

Phew. I made it. I successfully took 46 hours of my Broker renewal test courses this last week and passed all 5 tests. I had to test over 5 days. They always try to trick you with the way they word the questions. They obviously didn't trick me enough.

Being into the spirit of the season, I'm done being tricked. Now I want a treat.

Trick or treat? I'll take the treat, thank you very much.

I think I am allowed to have both a steak and some ice cream tonight.

Put a fork in me, I'm done.

And P.S.. I usually RISK (improgging word!) waiting until the last minute. I'm 29 days ahead of my November 21st deadline. Yay me.

I'm not ignoring you.

2008-10-17T13:12:00.001-07:00

Really. I'm not ignoring you.

I've been devoting my time this week to these babies:

Jealous, aren't you?

My eyes are crossing.

Wordless Wednesday - STINK BUG...?!

2008-10-15T09:04:00.000-07:00

#1 Fans

2008-10-13T13:34:00.000-07:00

It's been a fun month for me. Since it is Breast Cancer Awareness month, I have people vying to be my #1 fan. Luckily, none of them (that I know of) are like Annie from Misery.

Margerie sent me a VERY FUNNY card. Let's just say "it was a real gas", with a lovely princess.

At the Cleavage Creek release party, Dan scored the very first bottle of Cab Syrah with my picture on it. He was #1 at least until Monday.

On Monday, Zeena sent me a gorgeous bouquet of flowers - orange and yellow congratulating me on the Cleavage Creek spokesmodel gig and my 6 years cancer-versary.

On Tuesday, Zeena's daughter Molly, beat her out with an email that I will keep with me forever.

I was asked to sign my first bottle of Cab Syrah at a fundraiser for the BCRF that Buffalo Grill put on last week. The guy who won the wine was so excited - he asked me to sign the bottle. His girlfriends mom was just diagnosed, and he wanted to give her the Cab Syrah to give her hope.

Both Madelyn & Therese have decided that they are giving away my Cleavage Creek Cab Syrah for Xmas presents, and asked me to sign their bottles (hope I didn't spoil that for anybody!)

Mari Robeson asked me to be a "featured artist" and pour my wine at her second anniversary party in December.

On Friday, Jean Steel got me a fun photo shoot gig with Lori Steed because she hearts me.

On Saturday, I got the coolest cupcakes ever. How many of you have ever received booby cupcakes? A big shout out and thank you to Madison & Molly.

Who wants to be my next #1 fan?

But seriously...every single one of you who are reading this blog...I am where I am today because of you, your support, hugs, encouraging words, and love.

I am YOUR #1 fan!

The question remains - what is the best way to eat a booby cupcake?

Avila Barn is not just for people.

2008-10-11T17:55:00.000-07:00

It's for dogs too. But Lucy says you can't park here. Unless you are a dog.

Halloween as a kid

2008-10-10T11:05:00.000-07:00

This photo is circa 1974. Obviously (I hope) I am on the left. My little brother, TJ, is on the right.

I was dressed as Pippi Longstocking. I seem to remember that the only thing about this costume that we had to create was getting my hair to stick out straight like that. It was accomplished with a wire hanger. Obviously, I was not the daughter of Joan Crawford. I thought my Mom was brilliant. The freckles? I had 'em, we just made them more prominent. It's unfortunate that it gets cold in Colorado come Halloween time, because the coat I am wearing really covers the hideous dress. I think it came out of my Mom's closet and was one of her favorites. Remember, this was 1974. This also makes me wonder about the condition of my closet. Look at those shoes! Those were really mine. That is bordering on child abuse. I think we had to duct tape the bottom of them so my feet didn't get too cold. And how about those socks, eh? Mismatched and all. I actually do remember getting the pair of orange argyle polyester socks for Christmas, the year prior. Yep, child abuse again. I got socks for Christmas.

And then there is TJ. He didn't have a say in what we dressed him as. He probably liked having pants big enough to smuggle a pumpkin in - although, it is starting to fall our at the bottom of his legs. I don't know if it's rouge on his face or chocolate.

Can we talk about the carpet? Brown and white and bits of orange shag. It does go nicely with the sandstone fireplace that has some serious suet/smoke buildup on the exterior. And I love the way the brass gleams in the photo.

This was the same year as the 67 pound pumpkin. I clearly remember how much it weighed. Plus, somebody really smart wrote it on the back of the photo.

This would explain TJ's obsession with overalls, even to this day. It does not explain, however, the person with their head practically up TJ's butt. But it looks like this person (I have a sneaking supsicion it was my Grandmother) was the only one with any kind of fashion sense.

I mean, take a gander at my plaid red, white, and blue dress with the big-ass collar.

And speaking of plaid, who in the hell picked out the wallpaper????? This could explain my obsession with orange and green. But it would not explain my sense of decorating sense, unless you count this clearly as a "what-not-to-do".

In case you can't really see all the details in this picture, maybe you could put on the 3D glasses sitting on the counter. I'm still not sure about that one.

I'm not sure why we finally decided to gut the 67 pound pumpkin. We obviously didn't need to carve it up, since it already had a face out of black construction paper. I don't even know if I knew you could make a jack-o-lantern any other way. More child abuse.

I may have to do Pippi Longstocking again for Halloween. I bet I can find some rag-a-muffin outfit in my closet right now. Or perhaps for lunch. I'm meeting a girlfriend for sushi. I wonder if I have time? Crap. I don't have any wire hangers in my house. EVER.

I was talking to TJ the other day and he was trying to figure out what to be for Halloween. I'm thinking he made a great pumpkin smuggling, chocolate eating clown.

Wordless (not) Wednesday - Cleavage Creek!

2008-10-08T07:33:00.000-07:00

Cleavage Creek Cellars

10% of GROSS profits are donated to breast cancer research.
Each bottle features a breast cancer survivor.
That's me on the Cab Syrah (far right!)!

And at the risk of being wordy on Wordless Wednesday, my fellow spectacular thriving breast cancer survivors and friends from L-R are:

Patricia Wix

Our stories (and our wine) are available on the www.CleavageCreek.com website. Everybody wins!

It's a really great day!

2008-10-02T14:43:00.000-07:00

A fresh pot of coffee was brewed just as I was waking up
My oncologist called to say my BRCA 1 & 2 test is negative (can you say, no genetic mutations for cancer found?)
The guy is finishing installing my new hot water heater so I can take a hot shower today (yesterday, you could have called me Anita Shower)
I think I have figured out what to be for Halloween!
AssMunch came over and helped me write some code for my "almost ready" website
My sis-in-law is in California again
It smells like fall
I sold more Buffs® to PlanetBuff.com (type in Hayley for free s/h!)
I had to break into my "skinnier jeans" today to find something that fit (not to be confused with the "skinny jeans" I got rid of)
My long-lost friend Darell found me again
Tomorrow is my 6 year "cancer-versary"
I got THIS in the mail today from my friends Mechell, Olivia & Poopster (no further explanation will be given on the names :-)

It's a really great day. I'm in my happy place!

Go Pink for October!!

2008-09-29T19:16:00.001-07:00

Coverpop: Pink for October
Originally uploaded by krazydad / jbum

This is a photo of all the websites that went pink for October last year. I did it. You can do it too!

Let's all GO PINK for October!

Friday is my 6 year "cancer-versary!" Yay me!

Great recipe...for fun!

2008-09-24T21:11:00.000-07:00

Start with two wacky neighbors. In this case, we used Emily & Hayley.

If you can't find a plain blue wall, simply make your own. Ours is tinted a morning sky blue.

Add some paint (your choice of colors).

Add a Taylor.

Mix in some Allison.

Watch a mural come to life.

We did this all in one afternoon. One more blitz painting day and we should be good to go.

Gnomes and snakes and bugs, oh my!

Stay tuned for more pics!

Wordless Wednesday - Who lives here?

2008-09-24T08:43:00.000-07:00

Don't forget to smile today.

2008-09-22T11:05:00.000-07:00

I had an appointment early this morning (well, early for me). My little dog, Lucy, insisted on coming with me. As always, I tell her to wait in the car. This is "in the car" to her.

It's always funny to see people notice Lucy sitting regally on the car, and then they smile. I watched several people drive by and do just that.

Don't forget to appreciate the little things that make you smile today.

Remember T.G.&Y.???

2008-09-18T13:25:00.000-07:00

I stumbled upon this huge pile of papers in a warehouse I was showing a few days ago. Since I am always looking for blog fodder, I couldn't resist. I grabbed the Living Section and stuck it under my arm. Both the people who were with me were looking at me like I was nuts.

I was delighted to find the date on the paper to be 1977. A very nice vintage, indeed. And, oddly enough, also on my hubby's birthday. I will tell you that he was born in 1959, and I was 11 in 1977, but none of that matters to this particular blog.

Who doesn't remember T.G.&Y.? I got my first real album there. My grandfather took me to the T.G.&Y. in Durango, CO and told me I could have anything I wanted. To his dismay, I picked a Beatles album. I seem to remember he said something about boys with girls haircuts. But, that is also not part of this blog.

I love that T.G.&Y. was way ahead of the game. They offered "excitement by the yard". Sounds like a bad email campaign for adding length to your, well, you know what I'm talking about. OOPS. Distracted again.

Wow. Doubleknit polyester. The textures and weaves in many colors inspire nimble fingers. Hard to resist.

I know all about the seersucker coordinates. My Mom used to make lovely mix 'n match outfits and dress my little brother, TJ, & I in them. (Photos here!)

Exactly what is a conversational print?

"Say, Betty, I love the big daisies on that outfit of yours. You look like just like my garden."

"Why thanks, Sylvia. It is rich feeling, smooth fabric. Here. Touch it."
It is the policy of T.G. & Y. to see that you are happy with your purchases. And they took MasterCharge or your BankAmericard.

So, the real question is this: Anybody remembers what T.G.&Y. stands for? Or did you make up something like TJ & I did?

Wordless Wednesday: WHERE IS IT?

2008-09-17T14:21:00.000-07:00

Click to play: WHERE IS IT?

Do I look fun, or what?

2008-09-16T14:45:00.000-07:00

I must have been mad because I was not 21 yet, and I lost my fake ID.
Or maybe because the only color combination in my closet was a red jumpsuit and a teal jacket.
But probably I was upset because I'm obviously not a real blonde.

Do I look like I'm fun, or what?

A simple cup of coffee is all I want.

2008-09-11T08:01:00.000-07:00

I'm staying at my sis-in-law's house in Montecito for a day or two of R&R. It was all R&R with the swimming pool, the gym, the steam shower, the feather beds. That is, until (cue music - dunh dunh duh) I just wanted a cup of coffee this morning.
Meet the Jura Capresso Impressa Z5

What the hell am I supposed to do with this? . Well, I can tell you, I'm not impressa at all. There are more knobs on this damn thing than my double oven at home (you can't even see the top of the machine). And four spouts, one with a cord hanging off it. It's WAY bigger than a bread box. Just a simple cup of coffee is all I'd like.
Filtered water? CHECK.
Coffee beans? CHECK.
Plugged in? CHECK.

I searched drawers for the owner's manual. Surely it came with one of those. This is, after all, the same sister-in-law who had the dub-dub-dub-dot incident. No luck, but I did find a menu for a tasty Thai restaurant on Milpas in Santa Barbara. And an odd drawing of something that claims to be Pee-Wee Herman, and, while cute, looks nothing like Pee-Wee. My kingdom for a scanner so I could show you what I mean.

I even called Mad back in Ohio to see how to operate this foreign machine. She had a dentist appointment this am and hasn't gotten back to me, so I am obviously on my own.

Oh wait! It's doing...something. Flashing the red digital readout for the correct time. Well, I already know what time it is. It's time for me to have a cup of coffee!!!!! I finally got the lights to respond to me by pushing buttons, and it claimed that it was ready. I put my coffee underneath three of the spouts (I want a BIG cup of coffee). All of a sudden, the light changed from coffee ready to rinsing. And then it spit out about 2 Tablespoons of some curiously greenish hot water into my awaiting cup. I don't know what it is, but I sure ain't drinking it. Not even with sugar in it.

Obviously, I threw it in the sink, rinsed out my cup (what was making it green?) and placed my cup back where it was. The light came on (for the inside of my cup, perhaps because it is afraid of the dark?) The machine started to make noise. I pushed the button that denotes a big cup of coffee.

Lo & behold, I finally got coffee. It filled up my cup halfway. It's a good thing that I had my "one cup" underneath both spouts, because liquid is coming out of both of them. Except it is leaving an interesting film on the top of my coffee.

As I was doing this, I was also searching for the owner's manual on-line. Care to guess how many pages it is? 35 pages. That is to make coffee. I feel like John Travolta from Pulp Fiction when Vincent Vega and Mrs. Mia Wallace are out at Jack Rabbit Slims and Mia oreders a $5 milkshake. Vincent has to try it when the waiter (Buddy Holly) brings it to the table. His statement is priceless: "I don't know if it's worth $5, but it's a pretty f-ing good milkshake".

Now the red digital light read out says "coffee ready - filter change". I wonder if I just unplug it and plug it back in if it will stop flashing red lights at me. The only problem with that is that Madelyn reads my blog, so she is going to know it was me who didn't change the filter. I couldn't even imagine how to do it, or where the filters would be.

So, as I sit here, sipping my coffee finally, I have to admit, it's pretty f-ing good.

Except I can't find the sugar. There is some of that Stevia stuff, but I'm wary. Oh wait. Remember the cheesey-cake incident? I think I should stop looking through the kitchen. Right. Now.

Madelyn just returned my call. She told me there is a back-up coffee press in one of the cabinets. She also said that the filter is changed on the monster, but she doesn't know how to make the message go away. I'm going to unplug it and see if that works.

I think my back-up coffee plan is going to be backing up to The Coffee Bean and ordering a coffee for my second cup. It's really much less stress.

Care to take a guess as to how much this machine retails for????? (no googling)

AHA! I think I know what I was doing wrong. I don't have clear glass cups. That must be the problem!

I'm off to Coffee Bean. Have a spectacular day!

Things I learned in Mexico

2008-09-10T06:06:00.000-07:00

This past weekend, I went on a fabulous retreat with 5 other breast cancer survivors (big shout out to Patricia, Desiree, Connie, Lisa & Jane), and our fabulous hosts (thanks Budge, Lorraine, Kim & Alan!) We were northeast of Cabo San Luis on the Sea of Cortez. I feel nurtured and refreshed. It was a little bit of euphoria (this week's improg word!) I wanted to share some important things I learned.

Turns out, the sun rises here, also.

Turquoise-Blue-My-Mind toenail polish looks best with sand.

Turtles swim a lot faster than you would think.

An ATV is better than a TV.

Yoga is doable here.

Palapas is just a fun word to say.

My Turquoise-Blue-My-Mind toenails matched our fabulous lunch spot.

Lighthouses need love too.

Margarita glasses should always be stored in the freezer.

This was a great spot to read a Confederacy of Dunces.

The people who name toenail polish should name tropical storms.

"Lowell" is a stupid name for a storm.

Things I've Learned Today

2008-09-04T22:46:00.000-07:00

Donuts are still great for breakfast.
Amtrak has great customer service.
Having headphones on means that even if the drunk guy sitting across from you keeps talking to you, you can pretend you can't hear him, even if you can.
The cost of taxi cabs has gone up with the cost of gas.
The cost of a taxi cab from LA's Union Station to an airport near LAX is more than twice what the Amtrak ticket was (and my coupon was for 10% off the regular train fare).
When you ask the guy at the front desk for change and hand him a $20, don't expect to get a $10, a $5 and 5 $1's, because 2 $10's are also change for a $20.
Hotel TV's always have their commercials programmed louder than the actual TV program.
Cultural TV means that you can watch re-runs of Andy Griffith in Japanese with subtitles, Cops in Spanish, Infomercials in at least 2 different languages (one of which you can't identify), and still can't find anything to watch.
I'm looking forward to the plane ride tomorrow so that I can start reading the book that my friend AssMunch loaned me: A Confederacy of Dunces.
I'm glad I remembered my passport.
I'm really looking forward to the Cleavage Creek Cellars retreat in Mexico this weekend (my Cab Syrah release date is October 4!)
I miss my hubby and my dogs already.

And now, I am done blogging until Tuesday, as I don't think I am going to get internet service where I am staying in Mexico.

Over and out! Hasta luego!

Wordless Wednesday & Thematic Photographic: WATER+

2008-09-03T08:14:00.000-07:00

Sunrise

Cabo San Lucas, Mexico

Dub and Dubber

2008-09-01T12:42:00.001-07:00

Let me just start out by saying how much I love my sister-in-law, Madelyn!!!!! She is smart, gorgeous, funny and tons of fun to be around. We always end up laughing so hard soda comes out our noses.

She just recently got a mac computer also. I was visiting her and we were sitting on the couch like Beauty and the Computer Nerd (guess which one I am). We both had our laptops balanced on our laps. Our conversation went something like this:

Computer Nerd: "Go to Safari - there is a great website I have to show you."

Beauty: "Okay, I'm there, now what?"

Computer Nerd: "Type in dub-dub-dub.[insert website name here]."
Beauty: "It didn't find the site."

I looked over and this is what I found in her nav bar:

See? Now you have a reason for soda to come out your nose too.

Please go clean your screen.

And yes, this is the same sister-in-law who made the cheesey-cake.

It's worth the read, if you don't remember the interview.

I just adore you, Madelyn!

Really Fair Trade!!!!!

2008-08-30T08:34:00.000-07:00

The other day my friend, MK, and I were discussing chronic pain (just like we did when we were in our 20’s!)

I told her about my experience with a neurologist who, after review of my x-rays and MRI, declared my herniated disk and sciatica, operable only. He sent me on my merry way and told me to come back for surgery when the pain was so great I couldn’t stand it. He may as well have just sent me home with a bunch of kumquats for all that was worth. I don't know what to do with either that advice, or that fruit.

Then my buddy Dave bought me the book by Pete Egoscue called PAIN FREE. I’ve blogged about it, but I have to tell you that I could go around the country and sell this thing, I believe in it so much. Too bad we don’t have it set up as a MLM (HA).

Anyway, MK’s shoulder was bugging her and the doctor couldn’t even get her in for an appointment for almost 2 weeks.

I loaned her my Pain Free book. You can get one yourself at Amazon; there is one specificallly for men and one for women. Please order accordingly. It could be the best $20 ever spent.

MK insisted on trading something of value. She loaned me a book that she loves:

The Vice Guide to Sex and Drugs and Rock and Roll.

You can buy it at Amazon too - click here - you know you want it, too.

I can honestly say that this is a really fair trade for both of us!

Birds don't get much for Christmas

2008-08-29T07:58:00.000-07:00

I went to tea with a very smart, very fun 5 year old yesterday. Perhaps you know and read her Mom, Margerie. Please note that the picture was taken a few weeks ago when I was visiting her (not her Mom) and she put on a dance show for us.

We got to talking about cooking (this is one of Little Miss Smart Girl's new passions). She got very excited as she put on her hat to match her dress which matched her gloves which matched her socks (this was tea, after all) and she looked at me and said, "You know how birds don't get much for Christmas?"

Obviously, I hadn't much thought about it. And I admit I have never, ever bought a bird a Christmas present, nor a birthday present for that matter. This was very important to her and she could hardly stand still as she was telling me what we could give the birds for Christmas.

She described a homemade bird feeder (peanutbutter, bird seed, etc). Of course, you had to add ribbons like you would on a wrapped present. I have a sneaking supsicion the ribbons are not part of the directions, but her own little special touch.

I can't remember what cooking website she and her Mom got this from, but I think if you pop on over to Smart Girls Fun blog, you will be able to figure it out. I would imagine that this is an all-ages project.

So, next time you see a bird, and are wanting to give them a present, think about making them a homemade bird feeder. Just don't forget to dress it up with ribbons so that they know it is a present for them.

The Dog, The Cat & The Rat, Oh My!

2008-08-26T09:15:00.000-07:00

As you can see from my Twitter (right over there----->), I was in Santa Barbara yesterday. My friend Tammy was in town for esthetician training, and I got to be her model (yay! I look 20 years younger! Thanks, Tam!) Anyway, as we were walking down State Street, we came upon this site. At first glance, it just looks like a homeless person's belongings sitting behind the bush. Upon closer inspection, however, it is a dog, with a sleeping cat on top - and that white and black blob? It's a rat. Yep, dog, cat, rat, and a bucket for money for the privilege of taking pictures of this odd site. Now, I would have loved to get a closer picture. And may have even paid for it. But the guy was on his cell phone. I don't know, maybe he was talking to his agent, or just calling in for pizza delivery. But any homeless guy who has a cell phone? I'm thinking he may be doing okay.

In any case, I didn't feel bad about sneaking this picture and not paying for it.

Fortune Telling Dog

2008-08-24T11:42:00.000-07:00

We had chinese food delivered to the house last night. Apparently, we ordered enough for 8 of us because that is how many fortune cookies they gave us. There were only 3 of us, so we each had one. That left 5 on the coffee table.

This morning, there were 5 empty wrappers on the floor, but nothing else to be found.

I'm wondering if my dog, Lucy, is going to start telling fortunes.

Maybe if I pull one of her ears, a fortune will come out her butt.

IMPROGGING: I'm Saving myself...

2008-08-23T09:39:00.000-07:00

...from myself.

Somebody messed up my house. The culprits could be many:

Whenever I catch who did it, I may have to kick some ass.

And speaking of ass, my friend, lovingly referred to as ASS MUNCH, commented to me that I was slacking on the blogging front and just reverting to pictures and memes. He is right. The last month has been, um, challenging for me. So, I will try to be better, and save myself from myself. But first, I have to clean my house. And then I have to kick some ass.

(and notice how I worked this week's improgging word "SAVING" into my blog!)

ordlessWay ednesdayWay - igPay, acesRay

2008-08-20T08:59:00.001-07:00

Thanks Guest Blogger: Z.W.

2008-08-18T13:22:00.000-07:00

As I was sitting here trying to think about what to blog about (narrowing it down is oh-so-hard), my buddy, whose initials are Z.W., sent me an email that said this:

If I blogged this would be today

Why do we say "tuna fish." We don't say "chicken bird" or "steak cow" or "egg chicken"

And now I can go work on my tan, since my blogging was completed for me today (thanks Z!). Yes, I know, tanning is bad. But I am leaving for Mexico in 2-1/2 weeks, and noticed that I am pasty white. Not Chicago-in-the-winter-pasty-white, but white, none-the-less.

Pure evil in a refrigerated can

2008-08-17T13:20:00.001-07:00

Should we talk about the weak moment I had in the grocery store when I bought these?

Should we talk about the fact that even the fat little Pillsbury Dough Boy thinks that you should eat only one of these rolls, even though they come 8 to a can?
Should we talk about the fact that my darling hubby and I both had a really weak moment when we practically polished off the entire thing yesterday morning?

I say practically because he had a really great idea as we were reaching for the last ones. We took the outsides off of the rolls, and just ate the insides.

Pure evil in a refrigerated can. But boy were they yummy!

Battin' for Boobies!

2008-08-14T17:11:00.001-07:00

For those of you who are looking for something to do this Friday night, please join us for our 3rd annual Battin' for Boobies softball tournament.

The format? Girls versus Boys (girls have won 2 years in a row!)
The cause? Susan Komen Breast Cancer 3-Day
The date? Friday, August 15
The location? Paloma Park, Atascadero
The food? Tri-tip & hotdogs

There are some amazing raffle prizes, and silent auction items (Light, Bright & Airy, Bladerunner, just to name a few).

YAY! I'm opening speaker and I have a few tricks up my sleeve. Please join us!

Wordless Wednesday & Thematic Photographic!

2008-08-13T00:09:00.000-07:00

Hanalei Bay

Kauai, Hawaii

Once again, I have managed to do both Wordless Wednesday & Thematic Photographic!
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Thematic Photographic - PATTERNS

2008-08-12T10:08:00.001-07:00

I helped coordinate and decorate for a beautiful wedding this weekend. It was held on top 'o the world, the day was great, the food was amazing, the bride was gorgeous, and the wine glasses in the sun made a spectacular pattern on the crisp white linen. (Thanks Carmi, for the thematic photographic - pattern theme).

Oh yeah. The view didn't suck, either!

The public has a right to know...

2008-08-07T11:59:00.000-07:00

The public has a right to know many things. Two of the most important things are how to cook an artichoke and how to short sheet a bed. I will be discussing the artichoke-how-to here, and you can visit my previous post of how to short sheet a bed.

Artichokes are abundant and inexpensive right now. Don’t let the spiny exterior or odd shape deter you from a true delight. I was cruising through some blogs the other day (I get easily sucked into spending hours reading other people’s “stuff”, much as you are doing right now!), and somebody mentioned they were intimidated by this delectable delight.

Anyway, artichokes are one of my favorite vegetables, and I’d like to share some important tips on how I prepare them. Obviously, there are lots of ways to do it, but of course, mine is better.

Picking a good one in the store? Stay in control.

Pick one up, and squeeze it. It should squeak with the leaves rubbing against one another. If you aren’t sure what I am talking about, pick up several, squeeze them gently. When you find a perfectly ripe one, you will “get it”. Dont’ be alarmed if they all start screaming. They are afraid of heights, and won’t jump off. Just remember, stay in control.

Getting it home. Don’t be afraid.

by all means, place your choke in a plastic bag. Please don’t have any illusions of ever using that bag again, however. They go in the bag easily, and each one of those barbs on the end catches on the bag coming out. It’s best to tear into the bag and not fight it.

You will want to chop off the tops of the choke, getting most of the tips off. Also the stem must go. I finish mine off by trimming each end that didn’t get chopped off, so it will be easier to eat. Don’t be afraid. It won’t bite back, and is virtually harmless when all the tips are gone.

You will end up with a beautiful vegetable that looks like a flower. If they weren’t so tasty, you can bet I would be using them in my flower arrangements.

Cooking it. No, really.

Take out your rice cooker. Now, you must do a bit of planning ahead. Please try to not serve rice and artichokes at the same time. They are old enemies (think Hatfields and McCoys). Plus, they are both better cooked in your rice cooker, and not at the same time.

Place your choke(s) in the rice cooker. Put in ¼ cup of water, and a splash of balsamic vinegar (optional, can also be red wine vinegar, or none at all). No, really, only ¼ cup of water. Don’t put more water in, no matter what your instincts are. They are to be steamed, not boiled!

Turn your rice cooker on and walk away. It will do the rest, including alerting you as to when your perfectly cooked artichokes are ready to eat. (About 25 minutes). No, really!

What to serve them with? Mayonnaise or Lemon?

(pretend there is a picture here of of mayonnaise and lemon, I forgot to take one)

Depending on what part of the country you are from dictates what you are used to dipping the meaty leaves into.

My mom always used to use butter with a generous helping of garlic salt and lemon (Colorado).
My husband has turned me onto the California way and we eat ours with mayonnaise.
He also makes a mixture for his that includes mayonnaise, worcestershire and horseradish.

I’m hoping that since you have read this far I don’t need to tell you how you are supposed to eat the artichoke, but for those of you who aren’t sure, read on. For those of you who know, you may simply go to the bottom of the post, leave me a comment, and go on about your merry way.

Peel the leaves off the artichoke. The top of the leaf that used to have the stickers on it are to be held with your fingers. Dip it into the dipping sauce of your choice, place the rest of the leaf in between your teeth, and pull it out, scraping the meat of the artichoke off the leaf with your teeth.

Discard the leaf, and start over. You will eventually work your way down to where the leaves are practically falling off in your mouth. And then you will get your way down to another one of nature’s tricks - the thistles. I don’t suggest trying to eat those. Take a spoon, scrape off the thistles, exposing the heart of the artichoke. Divide it in halves, or thirds (or however many people are sharing your artichoke), and then you get to eat the heart of the artichoke. Don’t forget your dipping sauce.

Now, do it all over again tomorrow night. Artichokes are a seasonal thing, and if you wait too long, you will find that they are $4/each. I have to admit, I still buy them, but not as much. And November - February, you can’t find them. So eat ‘em while you can.

And don’t forget to thank me. I love comments!

NOTE: I'm managing to squeeze a thematic photographic - pattern in here!

Wordless Wednesday - HAY! HAY! HAY!

2008-08-06T08:43:00.000-07:00

Corbett Canyon

San Luis Obispo, California

Summer 2008

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A new meme is here! Click to play with the IMPROGGING peeps!

Improgging - SASSY, Thematic Photographic - SIGNS

2008-08-04T10:52:00.000-07:00

The memes you can find on blogging are a big time saver when you don't have a lot of time to spend blogging. Some of my favorites are:

IMPROGGING

Improgging fool posts a new word on Mondays.
Improv + Blog = Improgging!
Photos, stories, previous posts, new posts, whatever suits you and your blogging style.

THEMATIC PHOTOGRAPHIC

Carmi posts a word on Wednesday, then you are invited to post a picture of whatever the weekly theme is. Post as many as you like, or link back to previous posts.

WORDLESS WEDNESDAY

Post a picture that says it all. Oh yeah, and do it on Wednesdays.

So, today I am going for both Improgging & Thematic Photographic.

Improgging word is SASSY

Thematic Photographic is SIGNS.

I have been going to lots of car shows to try to determine what color to paint Buckwheat (see the car in my blog header). I think we have found the correct combination of colors, which can be seen on the two cars below, with a shiny white added.

Thinking is the top of the car will be a shiny white.

Bottom half will be this killer apple-kiwi sparkly green.

And of course, an orange pin-stripe of some sort (like the car behind the green one).

Of course, this will take some time, because Buckwheat needs some under the hood work, and we all know that it's what is on the inside that counts!!!!

I am spending my Buckwheat bucks smart, but need to make more. Of course, if you feel like donating to the cause, you can send me a check. I'll even write you a receipt.

SIGNS-Thematic Photographic, Improgging Facetious, and NO GUM!!!!

2008-08-01T10:34:00.000-07:00

Today is a quick post, because I am going to swelter at the Mid State Fair during the middle of the day, eat corn dogs, and buy things sold to me in a quonset hut, by some cheesy looking person with a microphone attached to their head, that I will never use again, and will, quite possibly, wonder why the hell I bought them anyway. Except for those orange chamois thingys, which I love. And that tupperware.

Aw, let's face it. The exhibition halls are like the best of "AS SEEN ON TV" except you get instant gratification and no long distance phone charges. And your husband won't wonder what the hell the charge on the credit card is that says "Dominating Plastic". Mostly he won't wonder, because he is going with me, and he can easily get sucked into buying stuff we don't need also.

But, I am very excited about Carmi's Thematic Photographic theme this week, and I am not being facetious (which is the Improgging word of the week). This week the theme is SIGNS, and if you know me at all, I love to take pictures of wacky signs. I could probably post a photo a day for a month, but I am limited to just a week. SO...I thought I would tell you a bit about this photo, which I took in Lihue, Kauai. The place is a Saimin Noodle House located on a side street behind the Salvation Army (it will be easy to find, if you want to stop in for the best Saimin on the island). There, you will be regaled with Saimin noodle bowls, malasadas on certain days, lollipops, fried noodles, and the absolutely incredible Lillikoi pie. If you haven't tried any of these Hawaiian delicacies, run, don't walk to the Noodle House in Lihue.

And please make sure you go to the ATM, and spit out your gum before you get into the restaurant. Because they don't take American Express; and they don't allow you to stick your gum under the counter.

Wordless Wednesday, Thematic Photographic

2008-07-30T09:22:00.000-07:00

Pismo Beach, California

Sand & Fog in Monochrome

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Thematic Photographic - MONOCHROME

2008-07-29T16:40:00.001-07:00

This is for Carmi's thematic photographic. This week is monochrome. Visit and play along with us!

A few years ago, my fab-sis-in-law, Madelyn, and her fab-great friend, Dawn, (and their S.O.'s) took us up the river in a boat. The entire experience was totally cool, and there were some amazing photographic opportunities. Under bridges, around bends, below silos and sand mines, we finally came to this piece of riverfront property in Cleveland, Ohio. In California, it would be priceless. In Ohio? Still might be priceless, at least this image is. There was a single candle burning in one of the windows, and the only thing cooler than that was the flag they chose to fly. I was thankful that I didn't hear any banjos playing, and was equally grateful that the boat had a motor on it and we weren't paddling.

Anyway, this is one of my favorite shots. Imagine the stories. Who do YOU think lives here?

IMPROG - Facetious

2008-07-28T09:44:00.001-07:00

This week's improg word is FACETIOUS, compliments of Marcy from Walnut Creek.

I'm wondering, did she pick out the word because she knows me well? Or is it because the dictionary flipped to the F's when I asked for improg words? Anyway, if you feel like blogging about something, try FACETIOUS, visit the improgging site and let us know you are participating.

Anyway, to keep in the spirit of this week's improg word, facetious, I thought it would be appropriate to post a pictureof what we finally got from those asshats at DMV.

Buckwheat has new brakes, a sparkly new orange steering wheel, he is registered and is sporting his custom license plates.

If you will remember correctly, the pregnant-almost-dying-pizza-eating-mouth-breather lady at the DMV told me that this particular set of plates were not available.

Wordless Wednesday & Thematic Photographic!

2008-07-23T08:43:00.000-07:00

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IMPROG #8 - Ponytail

2008-07-22T20:07:00.000-07:00

This week's improgging word is ponytail.

Ever since that unfortunate pixie cut I got while in elementary school, I have wanted a great ponytail. The kind that doesn't stick out in odd places, not to mention, holds your hair back. The kind that swishes when you walk. But I got stuck with thin hair that barely made sense in a ponytail. And I always had to curl it first, to get it to even look halfway decent, and let's face it, by the time you go to the trouble of curling your hair, you don't want to pull it back in a ponytail.

I had my doubts that my hair would ever grow back after the chemo. I remember the day after I lost it, I sent this picture out to a few people. This really was the extent of my ponytail.

But now? I have been blessed with a great head of hair (it DID grow back!) The kind of hair I may have done unspeakable things for in high school. The kind I always wanted.

I don't have any more bad hair days, just for the record! And if my hair isn't cooperating, I simply put it in a ponytail and go on about my day.

Yay me!

I noticed that Susan & Margerie have both improgged about ponytail. Be sure to visit them and leave them a comment too!

Wordless Wednesday - Cabin

2008-07-16T12:09:00.000-07:00

My family cabin

built in 1879

La Plata Mountains

near Durango, Colorado

Also posted for thematic photographic!

Thematic photographic - LIGHTS!

2008-07-14T18:41:00.000-07:00

I've been busy trying to fit everything into my life at the moment, but I didn't want to NOT blog. So, thanks to Carmi and his thematic photographic meme, I am able to still fit it in. This weeks is LIGHTS!

And the answer to the last question was:

Vegas, baby!

Guess where I am going this weekend?!

2008-07-10T17:07:00.000-07:00

Guess where I am going this weekend?

Wordless Wednesday - Plethora of Ducks (Improg)!

2008-07-09T10:19:00.000-07:00

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thematic photographic - SKY

2008-07-06T23:28:00.000-07:00

There are all sorts of interesting things to blog about if you just know where to look.

EXAMPLES:

IMPROGGING - take the word of the day and blog about it. A new word is posted once a week. Try your skills at improvisational blogging!

THEMATIC PHOTOGRAPHIC - Check it out, another once a week thing where you post a picture that has to do with the theme. This weeks theme is SKY. (Thanks Carmi!)

Tonight I am going for thematic photographic:

I took this picture in Mammoth Lakes, California in April 2004. There is something about the air up there that is SOOOOO spectacular.

And speaking of spectacular - have a great day!

XOXO!

Party Guest from Hell & IMPROGGING - smitten

2008-07-03T09:36:00.000-07:00

These are two of my BFF's, Marcy & Dan. This was the very first picture ever taken of them together.

In the early 90's, Marcy, my BHF (hubby) and me were roommates in a great house. Well, the house wasn't THAT great, but it had a pool, so that made up for the lack of everything else. In fact, the world practically revolved around the house, if I remember correctly.

Anyway, we decided to have a party. For some reason (probably the way the calendar was, or just for the heck of it) we decided to have a 3rd of July party, as opposed to a 4th of July party. We all invited our friends, relatives, neighbors and (obviously - see person in the pink shirt, above) random people.

It started out nice and innocent. Until the keg arrived. And people started to get a bit tipsy. I think that Marcy was the first one in the pool, not by choice. Boy was she mad! She had apparently invited this guy over that she really liked, and her hair was cute, makeup perfect, outfit just right. She had to start all over. She disappeared for awhile to gussy up again. The party went on; soon the blender was fired up and the margaritas were being passed around. People were now in the pool, but by choice. And the noise elevated.

Marcy came out of her room looking adorable again. People were doing shots of tequila now. Marcy wound up in the pool again. You know the saying - madder than a wet hen? I know exactly what that means, cuz that was what Marcy was. She disappeared to gussy up once again.

I seem to remember somebody drinking a margarita out of one of my shoes. I'm not sure, but it could have been Julie. Or Marcy. Or me. Anyway, you can only imagine what happened. Yep. Marcy ended up in the pool. Again. And the cops showed up. AHA. Those were obviously the neighbors that weren't at the party. Probably weren't invited either. Bad planning on our part.

My BHF went to the door and told them we would keep it quiet(er).

At this point, random people were just showing up. You know how it is. Tim was trying to make everybody shutup (I don't think it worked so well). He wanted to shut down the blender. Some guy was trying to make a margarita and BHF went over and pushed the off button. The guy glared at him and pushed the on button. Tim pushed the off button. The guy pushed the on button. Tim went over to the wall, and unplugged the blender. It could have gotten really ugly. But Marcy chose that time to come out looking darling, once again. The person that was fighting over Tim with the blender was SMITTEN (used my improg word!). This was the guy that came to the party that Marcy had been talking about. The margaritas were forgotten (at least by THOSE two).

We all jumped in the pool. The cops came. AGAIN. Tim finally managed to kick everybody out. That is, except for the party guest from hell that almost fought him over a blended margarita.

This picture was taken the next day. It's obvious it was the 90's. It's Marcy, my hubby, and if you look hard enough, you'll notice Dan is in the background - clearly making it known what he thinks of their outfits. They both look like they got dressed in the dark.

And Dan, the party guest from hell? Well, he never left the house. And when he did, months later? He took my roommate Marcy away with him! That was the end of that era, and the beginning of a new one.

Marcy & Dan just celebrated 15 years, and are parents of twin teenagers. Tim & I have just passed 18 years and I don't drink anymore. Julie doesn't drink margaritas out of shoes anymore.

And we are all still best friends.

This post is dedicated to you. I wish we were together today.

Happy July 3rd!

Wordless Wednesday - WTF???

2008-07-01T23:58:00.000-07:00

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Fruit, Fruit and More Fruit

2008-07-01T08:05:00.000-07:00

I love this time of year! Everywhere you turn there is fresh fruit. You can make fruit cobbler, fruit pies, fruit smoothies, fruit compote, fruit jam, but here is a recipe that most people either haven't tried, or haven't ever done it. This was my Grandmother's recipe. Don't hold it against her that she misspelled pureed! Mable (like table) made me FRUIT LEATHER ever year. It was a real treat. No more buying fruit rollups. Do it yourself!

I have a bag full of plums, and will make some this week. There is a tree down the street from me that is weeping apricots. I think I will ask the owners if I can have some, and then will make them some fruit leather in appreciation.

Here is a photo of my Grandmother, taken about 1991. And her dog, Melody. And her gnome. And her plastic dog that I named Barney. And a little stuffed Snoopy. And I would imagine that it is Valentine's Day, although, there is still a poinsettia behind her.

I miss her so much it hurts.