my cheap summer accessory
okay, so maybe freckles with a touch of melasma.
but it's still the least expensive, warm-weather accessory i've got going.
typically makeup artists and photographers have always covered my angel kisses {thank you auntie char};
but lately the concealer and photoshop is confined to my dark circles.
freckles are definitely surfacing in style.
here's a coolio video on the magic of retouching.
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wednesday happy m'loves.
gaggle of giggles
at the height of laughter, the universe is flung into a kaleidoscope of new possibilities.
~jean houston
tossed and spun
he walked away.
this father of eight, walked away.
yes, he was a bit bloody and 40 minutes after impact, he still had hand tremors so violent he asked me to take photographs with my phone, but still:
he. walked. away.
a beautiful morning. too precious for me to rush in the fast lane.
radio off, windows down, i will not succumb to the madness of the freeway blitz:
a checkerboard of 2 ton torpedos ping-ponging traverse the asphalt, clocking up to 90 miles per hour, manned by monkeys updating their facebook status and lip gloss {concurrently}.
and just like that.... poof!
i see it happen 20 seconds before they do.
two cars, two drivers, two destinations.
too fast, too unconscious, too brash.
one swerve, one slam, 4 flips.
immeasurable damage.
drive safe m'loves.
remember the responsibility and privilege of the present.
go ahead. call animal services....
but last week's vet check-up was not pretty.
truman is "fat".
priscilla is not svelte.
a soundtrack of shame booms throughout the house.
we are headed back to the ranch.
priscilla insisted i take a before picture.
wish us luck.
move over tiffany blue
there's a new blue box to be had.
complete with satin sashes and tissue galore.
and baubles to bate one's breath.
making girls swoon globally.
*note: these babies were nabbed from my new online obsession.
my girl
man she can boil her mama's blood.
nary a lass to nail naughty like my priscilla.
she is my high priestess of highjinks.
'cilla's latest nonsense involves a box of dryer sheets and a 3 minute lag in supervision.
needless to say she {and her internal organs} are smelling april fresh.
i've succumbed to leashing her at all hours...much like those moms who tether their children at the mall.
{i'm one hamburger helper purchase away from collegiate sweats and a scrunchy}
but on a dime she can shift my temper tame.
gaga even.
this crazy girl whom i found on the side of the road.
cracking my heart wide open, pulling it wall to wall, ceiling to floor.
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.
priscilla versus the pillow
this round went to priscilla.
at least have the decency to leave the scene of your crime?!
in the end, the real loser was mommy;
i loved that effing pillow.
sign, sign, everywhere a sign
i wouldn't consider myself a chatty lass.
maybe tis why i tack posts throughout the house.....
this way i don't have to talk so much.
operation SWEET
earlier this week hh and his pal ted, aka bert and ernie, found some rather high horses to poise atop.
there, they both boasted, ad nauseum, their expertise in deciphering the varying choices of vanilla ice cream the world has to offer. i'm pretty sure i remember the words:
no, chance we couldn't tell french vanilla from vanilla bean from vanilla. etc....
it was if i had asked these two apes what their middle names were; which, given the right day, might take them a beat or two.
if smug were an outfit, these two would have chain stores rivaling GAP.
my hands were tied. i had to challenge this non-sensical big talk.
i went to ralphs and purchased EVERY flavor of vanilla ice cream i could find.
second, came the blindfolds.
the girls, i think, just wanted some ice cream.....
this is where it started to get a little patty hearst for my taste......
each was given a sheet of paper with the names of the vanillas. they merely had to number the order in which they tasted.
the most correct was..................two.
hunky hubby ernie got them all wrong. {big smile}
you would think victory would be my most coveted memory of said evening, but tis not.
this here momofuku crack pie (aptly named) is still coursing through my memory veins fondly.
after making us the entire momofuku meal of miso cod, brown rice, stir fried, farmers market vegetables, and berries, bert finished it off with homemade crack pie.
he is officially forgiven for any prior vanilla pomposity.
a walkabout
i think i'll go on a walkaboutand find out what it's all about - and that ain't hardjust me and my own two feetin the heat i've got myself to meeta detective of perspectivei need to try and get a bigger eye - open widebloodwood flowers in my gazewalkabout in a sunny daze - do me nowon a walkabout
-rhcp
that kind of day
yesterday i asked the baristas to make all my venti drips with room for ativan.
i watched a student practically bleed out during spin class, and still try to keep time to tempo.
last night i took the chardonnay into the tub with me.
darlings pick me, dance me a gig, sing me a song, tell me your favorite color butterfly.
anything to forget yesterday's wretchedness.
till then i'm investigating if they have wifi.
{i may need to be blogging somewhere anew}
reverie love
i didn't think yesterday could get any jollier.
{it was a wonderful day for california}
but there on my doorstep as i twirled into my house was the most fantastic box o' sweetness.
the bonny and bright melissa of reverie daydream gifted me with her blessed blue bottle coffee.
we, down south, don't have the pleasure of this yummy, rich, organic, black love.
apparently, public tantrums are persuasive.
7pm be damned! i brewed a cup pronto. there would be no waiting until morning for me.
i savored my deep, inky wonderland to the very last drop.
my only wish was for melissa to be there to share a cup with me.
squeaks and squeals sprung when i noticed another bundle in my package?!
an exquisite alena hennessy scarf! it's like wearing art around my neck.
if you haven't already fallen under the spell of melissa mcardle your life is lacking.
her online boutique offers one of a kind, inspired, ethical and elegant products.
her blog ferries you to lands, times, and spaces where beauty blooms organically. she sets a tempo where life is lived gracefully and fair.
thank you dear mel. you stir the better girl in me to come out and play.
awareness....much?
i've been writing in this journal since march.
i've furiously scribbled fears and foibles i wish to erase.
i've exhumed memories which never needed revisiting.
with pen in hand, i've vigorously quarried and tunneled for the quiet mind, the peaceful heart.
anxiety ridden pages anguishing over moments missed; taking myself to task for not savoring the sweet in each second.
today is the first day i noticed what is written on its cover.
kreativ blogger
i'm sure there was some sort of mistake.
i'm so not worthy of such an award,
but, in what i suspect was copious amount of black tar heroin consumption,
the divine deborah of dumbwit tellher bestowed the very generous kreativ blogger badge upon moi.
to say i have procrastinated is putting it mildly: she gifted me march 1st.
tis how i roll. i'm still sending out wedding invitations, and we're coming up on our 2nd year anniversary.
i tend to fall behind.
part of my hesitance has been the job of summoning up 7 personal items of substance and circumstance to impart upon, you, my loveliest of readers.
i can easily give you 7 things that are annoying and compulsive. but the former......i gots nuttin.
rather than try to dazzle i will go for the informative route. these may not be sparkly, antic facts, but all are true and differentiate me from the all the other mouthy, half-japanese/half caucasian, childless, compulsive eating, newport beach housewives around here.
1. i am terrified i will be the worst mother ever. we're talking joan crawford style wretched. i'm in love with a baby i haven't even conceived. but i'm deathly afraid said child will be asking hh for someone more adept and competent with her first words.
2. i love gummi bears. but only the haribo brand. and only the orange and yellow bears. i won't touch red, white and green. they taste like someone else's regurgitated jello shots: a senior graduation trip to puerta vallarta i'm still trying to forget.
3. i like to have things planned way ahead of time. and i make lists like ina garten makes cobblers.
i'm a moronic-scheduling-maniac, who writes everything done in my filofax (yes, i still live in the 1990's), re-syncs it in my blackberry, and triple confirms it to my desk calendar. i even schedule my spontaneity.
4. i take multiple baths everyday.
5. crickets. i hate crickets. i also hate silence which, in effect, is pseudo-crickets.
6. my left pinky toe lies horizontal. i was born with it this way. we call it bitch toe.
7. i am always cold. i wear a fluffy, cozy wrappy all the time to keep warm. even in 100 degree costa rica sunshine i had goosebumps. it's no longer adorable to my hh, but to still to get his attention i dramatically cry out, "baby, i am frijoles!!".
yes, i know this translates to " i am beans." BUT i like the way it almost sounds like "i am freezing", and it makes him smile.
so there you go. my seven things. it only took me 4 months to figure them out, put them to paper, and post.
i'm apparently supposed to tag the kreativ blogger onto 7 other blogs to keep the party going.
argh!! i hate that i have to narrow it down to 7....
duel living, jeune marie, sweet nothings, reverie, trust your style, with love from pittsburgh, and audrey onassis.
feel free to accept the tag if you like or pass it on to your discretion.
thank you again deb. you set the standard, oh goddess of katy, texas.
red, white, and happy
happy weekend indeed.
smiling has been infectious of late.
the sun overcame her shyness.
hh didn't notice/mind the baked beans were bacon free.
a 6 year old's front yard, sparkler extravaganza {both parents inches away} was insanely more entertaining than any disneyland spectacle i've ever seen.
our sweet priscilla, whom will be with us for a year come friday, did not bolt or skip the fence as we had feared she would attempt.
{the fourth is such a nasty holiday for pups and kittens alike.}
to bed we all snuggled in early, windows and doors sealed shut.
whirling ceiling fans and kisses canceling out the noise of piccolo pete's and butterfly rockets.
still grinning ear to ear.