28 10 2008

so, me in all my awesomeness went to the grocery store last night to pick up a few essentials.  in the organic egg aisle, this gentleman, art, approached me and said, “ooooh-weee, i love those boots you’re wearing.  you’ve got a good look going on there.”  i of course thanked him, where he proceeded to shower me with even more compliments.  and i let him carry on.  and on.  he introduced himself and said he wasn’t being fresh at all, he was sincere in what he was dishing out and oh, by the way, had a big birthday coming up.  i said, “well, i myself have a big one coming up in a couple years.”  but he had insisted his was way big.  i said, “let’s hear it, how old?” 

art:  62. 

62?  is that a biggie i’ve missed?  since when did 62 become a “big” birthday? 

the point is, this is who hits on me now.  62 year old men in the egg aisle.  oh wait, he’s only 61.  he’s got the “big one” coming up. and again, hate to post without a photo, so here’s a fall cocktail, my version of a cable car martini, capt. morgan, triple sec, fresh lime juice, splash OJ, cinnamon-sugar rim.  served in vintage glass on a vintage rooster cocktail napkin.  and herein lies the connection.  rooster.  hen.  eggs.  egg aisle.  me.  art.

i know i know – it’s a stretch.

good times.  i got a chuckle anyway.


home again.

23 10 2008

roadtrip to maine was picture perfect on the drive up.  the foliage was especially beautiful here, where i stocked up on supplies.

then the following two days were a mix of rainy and windy and raw.  the drive home was not nearly as pretty.

dad wants my sister and i to buy some land up there and build a couple small homes, build a compound if you will.  he took me by a house he had in mind, a cute little thing up the road a spell where he hopped out of the car and talked to the builders….they were building some type of candy store, replicating an old one room schoolhouse.  16′ x 24′.  384 SF total.  i dunno.  tempting.  but do-able?  sure.  i could live in one, possibly.  but what about a craft studio?  and how about a room to do massage?  i’d need several of these buildings.   the builders said it would cost $20 per SF to build (which = $7680.)  seems awfully cheap.  this would only be the shell, of course.  dad said to double that with the well, septic, etc.  and then of course, there’s that small matter of finding land.  but i swear, everyone in maine knows someone.  someone with a couple acres to sell.  a builder.  a guy to drill your well.  and dad’s an electrician.  connections.  they’ve all got connections.  i’ve got ZERO connections here.  it is oh-so-tempting.   

maine.  it’s a completely different lifestyle than what i’m accustomed to.  i’m gonna have to sleep on this one.

sister thinks we could raise chickens.  here’s some wild turkeys in dad’s yard.  and him feeding them.  cute, huh?  now picture me feeding chickens.  can you see it?  can you?  somehow i never saw my destiny similar to the “baldwin sisters” from the show “the waltons,” sipping on moonshine and raising chickens in my latter years.   


and, just because it was there, here’s a sign for you, lori. 


20 10 2008

it’s a beauty of a fall day out there and i’m off to see some foliage….

vintage maine plate

vintage maine plate

end of work week, phew.

19 10 2008

i do love my sunday nights.  and not just because it’s “mad men” night.  but because it’s my “friday.”  that oh-so-good, peace-of-mind, relaxed state my body transforms into.  and i won’t post a photo of don draper again, ok, maybe i will.  but in addition, here’s a photo of another gooseneck lamp to pay homage to the show where the gooseneck lamp is KING.

   "You haven't seen Kim around, have you?"“You haven’t seen Kim around, have you?”


and funny thing, i DID buy a powerball ticket and won 12 bucks.  won’t get me my dream house, but it’s a start.

house for sale.

17 10 2008

my favoritest house just came on the market.  i took a pic of this house years ago and said, “if this house ever goes up for sale, i’m buying it no matter what.”  well, it’s for sale.  and it’s (relatively speaking) cheap.  located in a high falutin’ old money tony new england ‘hood.  a big step up from the shopping cart alley ‘hood where i currently reside.  unfortch, it’s still a little a LOT out of my reach.  but if ever i was meant to have a house, this is the one….

i’m buying a powerball ticket.

magnificent wine

14 10 2008

i’m not really a wine drinker anymore.  i go straight to the tequila aisle and then straight to the potato vodka aisle.  them’s my bevs of choice.  but i attended a small dinner party last night (gorgeous old home w/LOADS of charm, btw) and opted to bring a bottle of vino rather than bring the “kit” (shaker, cutting board, limes, tequila, triple sec, salt, blah blah) to make cocktails.  and i’m a sucker for marketing.  since i don’t buy wine all that often, i just had to buy this bottle of red for the label only.  and it was reasonably priced.  i’d want to share a bottle with the clever people who do the marketing for this company.  the people from magnificent wine.  they strike me as fun.  and since it’s been a beautiful fall here, here’s a pic of some autumn leaves on autumn trees.  red wine and fall just seem to go together.  in a cabin.  on a lake.  with a fire.  with some potato chips.  with a signifcant other.  oops, dreaming again. 

and oh yah, bought gas for less than $3 a gallon!!!  things are looking up?

i done be out of frangelico.

11 10 2008

what kind of crime is this against my brownie?  my  gluten-free, wheat-free, soy-free, nut-free, potato-free, corn-free, dairy-free, casein-free brownie?  an after-work snack and barely a sip of good ol’ fran to wash it down.  i’d like to speak to a manager, please.