staycationing....
still whirling from my weekend away (7 whopping miles).
in celebration of our dearest's 40th year on earth we feted grandly with pops, putts, and pampering.
the boys whacked the white, dimpled ball from fairway to green,
the girls blissed and basked in the hands of a masseuse.
poolside hijinks ensued.
we made sure we were properly hydrated.
shower, shine, and i was ready to shimmy.
even hh stepped up with footwear à fancy.
we gorged on a meal of eggplant, burrata, and pasta so fresh i need not chew.
balls to you morning! a giant thank you to lyndsey for opening the cafe for an early riser.
{cannot sleep in; even on vacation}
remedies for previous day's and night's shenanigans.
remorseful katie.
i'm back on the horse. ready to relather, rinse and repeat.
we've got another full day; headache be damned!
meet ya in the cabana.
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.
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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.
too much good parenting
sometimes i think there's such a thing as too much self-esteem.
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i'd like to take a moment to thank my mom and dad for instilling in me enough insecurity and self-doubt so that this tina turner-mammalian, interpretive dance is so far from reality to me, i'd sooner tattoo my face rainbow style, than shimmy shimmy in a floatie.
olivia newton-john? that's a different story.
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.
coffee break
i'm back on the crack.
with zero regrets.
2am 4am, 6am (thank you amanda), 8am, 10am, 1pm, 2:30pm, 5pm....
i can't explain the amour, the attraction, the courtship of sipping my piping hot, syrupy black love.
it ministers my moments with meditation; vents meaning into the tiniest of cracks of time, and molds memories from what would otherwise be breaths ungrateful.
venti, bold please. no room for cream or sugar.
you make me happy when skies are grey....
what's that?
is that sun i see??
it must be a hallucination.
or all the lsd i had for breakfast.
i'm off to get any snippet i can.
my vitamin d deficiency should soon make me eligible for all local rickets and scurvy studies.
i am working on a MAJOR faux tan this week.
i have to be poolside this weekend, and don't want to scare the cabana boys with my sowhiteit'sblue skin.
any favorite self-tanners?
grip and grin
brushing up on my best betty draper pose.
hunky hubby has a client dinner this evening.
spouses are tagging along; adding the spice to what would otherwise be a beige-bland meal.
{at least in my opinion}
off to get my face rosy and hair shiny....
mouth will remain filthy.
condolences
death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal.
~from a headstone in ireland
in one tragic accident, a family is now minus one sweet, beautiful boy.
my heart aches for my old school mate, his wife and children.
infuriating how something as heinous as tragedy can put things in perspective.
sending love to the harris family.
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.
happy weekend
first and foremost. it seems i was a bit vague in yesterday's cheetah post.
my tongue is still in my cheek dears. no, i did not really want that cat for my wedding.
maybe him. but not cheetah.
moving on......
sometimes this is my idea of dreamy.
but then i get a glimpse of those grey-green, blue, in just the right light, eyes of my hh, and my fantasy world resembles a scene more comme ça.
a little coffee, conversation, and confidence (pronounced "con- FY-dence"-let's not lose our minds).
soon my inhalations take on a greater depth, and that awful tangerine noise machine i have inside my body, soothes into a misty mint green.
the clouds and i waltz anew.
happy weekend.
planning a wedding?
it's wedding season. love is in the air.
even though i did have the wedding of my dreams: an enchanted evening in my parent's backyard, under sparkling stars and branches decked in flowers white and billowy. i still find myself getting whisked away in the fantasy of bridal bliss.
especially when i run across images of girls in satin skirts, peonies in full, fat bloom, and oodles and oodles of tulle.
the oh! why didn't i think of that?!?! angst trembles.
just. for. a. bit.
i quickly remember my heavenly, floral, twinkle-light fantasy i experienced almost two years ago, and i wouldn't want to do a single thing different.
at least that was until yesterday, whence i stumbled across this subtle, chic bauble of nuptial goodness.
where was fucking martha stewart's guide to getting me a goddamn cheetah?
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if anyone can get me this guy's number i'll owe you for evah.
i might not be planning another wedding, but i'm sure there's an upcoming fundraiser for cystic fibrosis or something equally appropriate i can render his services for.
many thanks to tiger butter for sharing the awesomeness.
wednesday wear
i'm digging hanneli's latest look.
crisp whites, swishy skirt, simple tank.
yes, even the converse and fannypack.
i'll take three in the same size please.
my propensity to splatter things chocolatey, cheesy, and colors, otherwise garish, seems to multiply whence wearing such a target.
happy day dears.
priscilla goes to canyon ranch
piglet, er...i mean, priscilla has put on a couple of el bees of late.
although she eats vegetarian fare, we recently learned she's been helping herself to the kibble bin between meals.
definitely behavior unlike a lady, miss priscilla.
much to her father's dismay (the idea of his apple suffering sends him fetal) i have put miss priscilla on a strict diet:
vegetables and fish oil. tried and true.
i've used this method before, and it works wonders. my beasts slim down, their coats and eyes shine, and they shave minutes off their 10K's
at first she was curious. {never underestimate the power of a pink bowl}
then she spit it out.
a tantrum of tears and bellowing ensued for quite some time.
i finished a magazine.
exhausted and defeated (read lazy); she surrendered, and ate her "salad".
truman, trying to stifle his giggles, watched in happy, glib glee; remembering his months at canyon ranch.
post meal though, priscilla actually embraced her new spa-like regimen with a half savasana/half happy baby pose.
see? she's already groovin' canyon ranch style.
namasté.
mug affair
i was such a good girl this week:
no accidents
no burnt casseroles
no shiners (myself or others)
and cursing was kept to a 6 on a scale of 1-10 (for me, equivalent to curing cancer).
i gifted my girlie goodness with a coffee mug from anthropologie.
here's to another week of conduct proper!
happy weekend
talk to me billy goats. what's playing in your ears this weekend?
the in-laws are arriving and i'm brushing up on behavior best.
i'm on bended knee asking for sweet, continued slumber.
my old friend, insomnia, has been knocking of late.
we know what a bad date the medicine cabinet and i last had;
i now know not to answer that text.
counting buddhas and drinking tea to hopefully remedy this bout of sleeplessness.
cheers to a restful weekend.
come visit me today with the adorable girls at sweet nothings.
they graciously invited me to guest blog. love them!
meg-nificent
doesn't this skirt just scream "twirl me"?
talk about ladylike lust. lose me in a party of pleats, pearls, and patent leather pumps please.
featured in this month's More magazine, this swishing, swirling party hoop is actually made from denim?!
designer meghan stafford kelley, who fashioned this lovely piece for billy reid, is THE name we'll be seeing more and more of in our glossies and editorials.
meg (as she's affectionately known à moi) makes the parisians look trendy and stuck.
she is the sweetest of baby kittens, and could be the next hannah macgibbon.
here are some more shots meg, herself, styled of the fetching flowiness.
yeah, don't even talk to me about how jealous i am of this twirling tool!
i would have OWNED that photo shoot.
wednesdays are for waxing
summer is officially here.
ladies, if your bikini line resembles any of these houses.....
time to book an appointment with your local bee's wax salon.
it's just good housekeeping.
lady like tuesday
yes, i know tis a man.
today requires me extra rigid in statue & stance; articulation and precision with each exhalation of breath.
major big girl panties today.
often when i need to play professional katie i feel most girly in boy britches.
nothing like an ascot and pinstripe pant to get my eyelashes batty and lips glossy.
i can behave.
with the best of them in fact.
there's something.....though, so, so, so juicy tempting about blowing big, smacking loud, giant pink bubblegum bubbles in a quiet room of stiffs.
even more delightful when i'm asked to share my hubba bubba, and the imbecile stew thickens.
so ladylike....