une nuit a paris.
sunday night, hunkiest and i stole away to paris for woody allen's latest.
luckily our favorite theatre happened to be showing said flick. a newport beach institution since 1938 when it premiered neighbor bette davis' 'jezebel', the lido regency is a walk back in time "when women smoked and chatted in the ladies room, while arranging their makeup." every single inch of the building, down to each tile, has been restored to its original 1930's look. typically the lido tries to show more independent, less blockbuster type films. a win, win.
seaside duds.
those before.
sugar sugar. red vines pour moi, peanut m & m's pour lui.
making out is better on the balcony.
and lemonade always tastes better pink.
movie was sweet. without mademoiselle paris as a co-star it would have fallen trés short.
monday happy to you m'loves.
steal away to the cinema
a couple of hot, steamy sundays ago, hunkiest and i stole away to a cool, air-conditioned movie theater to see "tree of life".
a stunning, heartbreaking, brain-swirling film-i adored it. my husband did not.
strokes different, folks different. marriage.
we do love a great, dramatic {me}, days on debate though, especially when it involves a movie we have seen.
i think that's a sign of fabulous movie. yes?
here are a three other movies i'm eager to see before summer's end.
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i think hunkiest would like to hire "buck" for me sometimes.
"the devil's double" just looks sick scary. if 5% of it is actually true, that just makes it all the scarier.
and vera farmiga? so wonderful.
see you at the movies m'loves.
homegirl
monday happy to you m'loves!
southern california had its first warm weekend in what felt like a decade.
the neighborhood bustled with the ringing bells of beach cruisers, the clinking of margarita tumblers, impromptu front porch, procescco parties, and the ever present, smoky, sweet aroma of a bbq, permeating our open doors from friday afternoon to sunday night.
glory! glory! awww-chew!!
yes, despite all the warmth and splendor around me i was sidelined with my first major cold of the season.
out. man-down. this was a knockout. friday night i slept a total of 16 hours only to wake up saturday morning exhausted and feeling hungover.
hunkiest and i laid very low, had to cancel dates, stayed in, and rented fabulous movies.
we diary'd our weekend happy en photographie:
hoodrats.
milkbraids for sick girls who hate washing their hair.
{and for flirting with hunky boys}
our back porch kept me busy and domestic.
i tended mr. basil and sassy lady rose,
and then attempted a taming of sally thyme and rosemary green.
all are welcome out back.
the toes got a fresh coat of pink.
we breakfasted on croissants and café au lait in honor of the french open.
for once, i saw the writing on the streets wall.
in hindsight despite the chills, headache, and runny nose......it was a perfect weekend.
pull my finger
lately i've had the brain and {cringe} mouth of a twelve-year-old boy.
pair those up with my mild case of turret's and i'm a walking, talking bah-dum-bum-CHING poster for crude.
the silliest, most inane, immature, off-color, quips kindle in my brain, and then WORSE!....escape from my mouth.
maybe it's the fact that hunkiest and i are childless.
there are no precious, impressionable ears around keeping us mannerly and genteel.
we've turned the household into a full-fledged judd apatow movie.
instead of our usual mushy texts and romantic phone calls to each other, we quote john c. reilly and now melissa mccarthy.
flirty and tender has taken a hiatus into frat-house hee-haw.
this vacation into vulgarity often snags me into the stickiest of predicaments.
tuesday at the market, my sweet friend edward, who has checked and bagged my groceries since he was 14 {i'm praying he's now 18}, was making his typical, polite conversation to me, captain foot in her mouth.
"did you see how big the zucchini is in that box?" he innocently asked.
scareeeeeeeeeeeeeech!!! my pen stops mid signature, my laundry list of have to's ceases to nag me for the first time in 48 hours, and my inner hamster of anxiety and worry halts on a dime.
it feels as if the whole market has come to a whisper halt.
oh no he didn't.
i could just let this go; ignore the easy set up.
but that would be like ignoring trash on the sidewalk; or a lost dog in the street.
it's a moral imperative that i follow through on the funny, right? at least that's what i told myself.
ugh!!!!!
head cocked, gaze fixed, edward locked in my crosshairs, i ask, á la anne bancroft,:
"what was that edward"? {knowing exactly what he had just said}
"the zucchini, in that box, it's HUGE." he repeats
more silence.
lot's of it.
and my stare.
i know exactly where i'm about to go and that i should stop it.
i call on buddhas, saints, wild horses. i conjure images of dead, mutilated, distracting kittens and i still can't rein it in.
i am powerless against my raunch.
"edward, this box doesn't settle for small zucchini."
{thumb to chest in best oc/cougar housewife impersonation}
yep. word for filthy word.
and poor sweet edward, eyes the size of airplanes, mouth wider than the nile; no ability to respond to my borderline pedophilia banter.
we silently finished the transaction; save for an eye contact avoiding thank you, and i was on my merry, lewd, humiliated way.
don't let the upturned collar and string of pearls fool you.
twirling skirts, peonies in pink, hugs not hate; they're all just micro bits in the batter of this freckled fruitcake.
deep down i have the mouth of a dirty whore and the impulsivity of a labrador puppy.
and you'd think i'd learn my lesson.
yesterday i was subbing a spin class. my regular crew is somewhat accustom to my tart tongue, but when going into a new class i try to keep on my toes: say very little, ease up on the hip-hop, and watch my verbage.
but there i go, three minutes into class, Jay Z ripping his mf'ers, and rather than saying "go faster" like a proper teacher, andrew dice clay here told everyone to, "spank it."
waiting for my termination notice.
happy weekend bitches m'loves.
when we run
[youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EQXQTTtSW98&fs=1&hl=en_US&hd=1]
lace up your sneakers m'loves.
my sweet friend julie, with the rosiest red ringlets you've ever seen, shared this fantastic trailer with me.
premiering this summer, 'when we run' documents run across ethiopia, a non-profit project bringing together u.s. and ethiopian runners, to traverse the 250 miles across the beautiful, african country.
they are hoping to raise $175,ooo.00 to build and sustain schools in the "fair trade growing coffee regions."
amazing cause, lovely people.
weekend happy to all.
tell me loves.....
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what tickles you most from jenna's italian jaunt?
marissa's coral magic lippies?
those mouth-watering bowls of pasta?
shiny and squared, perfectly lacquered nails every sixth frame?
tension easing gelato breaks?
or afternoon espresso in the piazza?
buon giorno italia!!!
*thank you mrs burns for the 'nudge'.
robbed
nothing against the other nominees, but the the ivy must be serving funny mushrooms in that grilled vegetable salad.
how else could such colossal neglect have occurred?
the tom ford gown alone would have been enough to get her on the ballot you buffoons!
best dressed aside; she is, in my opinion, the top girl in her game.
has been ever since her as the world turns days.
{yes, i watched her even then}
never the same lass twice, and never forgettable.
well, my only hope is that since she now has the night of march 25th free; she'll be somewhere else, filming something even more fabulous for me to see next year.
sweeter than sweet
there's arrival.
moments in your life when you aha, let that belly breath out, and even your pinkies grin.
a first kiss, an oscar nomination, a standing, stiff souffle.
and then there's THE email from karey:
telling me not only that tamara the camera had swung a spot in yesterday's shoppe window; but my less than nutritious dietary divulgence made truffle girls bulletin as well.
this surpasses giddy gulps of air and smiles un-surpressed.
this is an entirely different bowlful of happy.
i'm binge eating and breaking out into involuntarily head bangs all across the county. it's intoxicated anxiety i haven't seen the likes of since grease came out in dvd.
thank you miss karey. you inspire me daily.
i will wear this grateful dress always.
falling for anna fuchs
http://www.vimeo.com/14608057
runway will always rule the roost;
but when the collection is as fab as anna's,
and the film is as striking as this christian straub's;
it's hard not to semi swoon for this fusion.
a simple wish
it's party time.
shhhhhh.....it's a surprise.
we've been planning, and trying to keep it under wraps.
but the day has come.......
HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHRISTINA!!!!
it's going to be a crowded bash over at soul aperture; for the ledger of all who love the empress is long and grows by the hour.
our entry ticket must a list of simple things to "show what we appreciate, and what we are grateful for – no matter how big or small, these things may seem.”
i give you ten of mine:
sunday morning dates with my new york times and a pot of coffee. no cell phone or laptops making fourth wheel appearances.
a summer song for after dinner strolling; or for sipping wine in solitude on the sofa.
[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cuZo7pLnL7c]
trust.
an afternoon nap.
a bare beach.
ponytails.
handwritten letters
hearty, savoury meals.
a night at the movies.
manners.
there you have it. my simple things for the summer.
happy birthday miss christina.
one giant ladleful of love to you lovely lady.
click images for source.
somewhere 2010
sofia coppola's new film FINALLY released its trailer.....
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popsicles poolside
i exhaled any last remnants of grief into the bottom of the pool this afternoon.
my toes are now webbed from the time spent eeling and dolphining my way back and forth under the bridge from hh's chair to my secret alcove of imaginary fish friends.
splash splash all day long. swimming away from all the monsters back home.
just like it's impossible to sneeze with your eyes open, i'm incapable of swimming without grinning ear to ear; especially the deeper the water. maybe that's why the "adult pool" suddenly morphed into the "katie pool" as the day passed.
no bother to me. such a pity the others are missing such a wonderful underwater party. everyone looks beautiful and feels weightless subaquatic. we i just bounce around all day with my own personal snuggly undersea trampoline. i make floppy flips, splashy backward somersaults, shimmy out a number or two from grease 2, and bee-bop to the steel drum band at the bar.
utterly exhausted. a respite: drying out under the cabana for rest, reprieve, and re-fueling for the afternoon's repeat sessions.
start to notice though there weren't any patrons for the latter performances.
hmmmm? maybe next time something more recent, like teen witch?
bringing home silly for souvenirs.
accessory for summer is the uncontrollable giggle.
if you don't have one, get thee one now!
mandatory.
alex owens goes to rica
this is how i appear to hh after 3 mojitos.
i, on the other hand, am having a grand time with apricot ice teas. no sweetener.
it's raining today. loud, hot, aquamarine rain.
costa rica doesn't have a military. they have rain. rain commands presence and pomp.
it's a rain which beckons my hands overhead, and ignites me into a prance fest. i prance round, round and round in circles; my stringy, long, black hair whipping me in the mouth and face trying to catch the wet, disco beat.
bystanders and patrons watching, mouths ajar at my audacity and ability to shimmy shoulders so saucily right and left. a writhe that can only come from japanese/irish genetics.
it's my way of thanking the rain gods for the welcome pour.
tomorrow i plan to make good on my promise of a poolside interpretation of jennifer beals' "what a feelin".
anything to keep the gods happy. it's just my way. nothing says pleasing your creator like crawling on fours in a bikini.
happy monday.
april showers
spring's spritzing so-cal today.
groovy for me! i've got my boots on, edit piaf blaring in the prius, and puddles needing my splashing.
this frilly frock of an umbrella would be the perfect accoutrement to puddle jumping with the beasts.
oblige me as i descent into age 4 when this was my favorite song for 6 months. there were only snippets of bambi i could bare to watch (yes, back them i got IT). but this music would make me so happy. it still does.
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whilst in the spirit of "april showers" i made the mistake of actually googling the term. low and behold there is, of course a blog entitled: aprilshowersblog. one double click and i'm overdosing in 10th grade insecurity. does anyone have a nail file i can use to bring my breakfast back up? this girl is fresh off her mother's breast at 25, already happily married, works her cute little butt off at NBC all day long, then designs wedding invitations, business cards, and websites all through the night. she has lost 70 lbs, "loves to run", couldn't get just one degree in college, had to get another (i went on the 5 year, bachelor of arts program, but had to take all that time off for acting auditioning wink wink), has nursed her husband through 2 heart attacks, and now they are trying for a baby. oh, and for free, she'll tutor people on designing blogs.
i can make my bed and sometimes i don't fuck up toast.
la dolce vita anyone?
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needing a little magic right now.
this scene sets me swooning every time.
bellisimo, no?
impossible to be pouty in pink...
i was looking around and couldn't help but chuckle at all the girl that seems to be invading the house of late.....
here's a favorite to keep you in a blushing mood day long:
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keeping it pretty in pink today loves....
more squats for katie
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besides just being a rad song, this video made me feel a little naughty for watching.
impropriety quickly manifested into sick spite as i accepted the fact my bum is far from "on call" for cartoon. even in black and white.
extra side lying leg series today pour moi.
happy weekend loves.
artist/song: sebastien teller "look"
directors: petra mrzyk & jean-francois moriceau
lucas lost
not like it was a surprise, but still sad nonetheless.
at 10 years old my heart fell hard for cory h.
lucas was a big movie for me.
why was i smiling so much every time i'd see him on that silly screen?
why now was i suddenly starting to notice tommy rossi and jeremy siegel during recess?
cory h. lost me in the license to drive years. methinks that's when the white powder started replacing pepsi and burgers. later resulting into this:
i will try to keep him in my 4th grade memory as the boy who first piqued my fancy for all things romantic and ending happily.
i wonder which lucas cast member is next? remember this adorable fresh face?
cut to twenty years later, too much hollywood, too little dinners at home.....
the things i'll do....
dear me how i love that hh o'mine. let me count the ways.
for months he's been wanting to behold all things blue-faced, 10 feet tall, and sapiently humanoid.
in 3-d no less.
i have thrown out every excuse possible:
swine flu
christmas
new year's
i'm too sad for haiti
olympics (brandi?)
i'm too full from a cupcake binge
i hate james cameron and it kills me to give him money
blue faces don't go with my outfit
i've stalled this outing forever. i was still hoping hh would come to his senses, and remember we don't like movies like this. wasn't that part of the whole courting process? netflix nights where we'd watch documentary after documentary. he seducing me with his cerebral cortex and matinee idol good looks. me gushing over his mismatched, bare bachelor apartment, shaking my head at ridiculous other girls whom might care about decor and design (this still makes me giggle).
where did avatar fit? did he not know me?
bribing me with an extra hot latte (he knows me) we set off for the 3:30pm saturday showing. we sat, for what seemed all of lent, and watched a silly story with amazing special effects.
hh was happy. happier was i who still gets giddy from holding my husband's hand in a dark movie theater.