Love found when you don’t expect it

Went to central Cali last week.  I absolutely love the perfect 80 degree Mediterranean climate. I covet these people’s perfect agricultural landscape.   I knew they had vineyards, and orchards, but had NO idea about the olive industry.

While wandering through a farmer’s market with hubby A and the in-laws I spied that unmistakable silhouette;  a bar, row of bottles with pour spouts, and a little stack of cups.  OH! My brain went off, We are in California AND THERE ARE BOTTLES! THERE IS WINE OVER THERE!!!!

I grabbed A’s arm and nonchalntly jerked my head towards the potential wine tasting.  He, being almost as “spidey sensitive”  for finding vino as I am, picked up on my smooth signals and headed towards the setup.

“hello there!” said the woman behind the bottles “what do you know about olive oil?”

Eh?

So we participated in an olive oil tasting.  I’d never done that before, and OH WOW! I LOVE OLIVE OIL!!!

I learned that dark extra virgin olive oil (Rachel Ray’s “EVOO”) and the lighter olive oil have very different tastes.  Additionally, much like wine, different olives make for different tasting products.

Since that tasting I’ve been thinking about using my new knowledge in the kitchen.  Tonight I sauteed some garlic, fresh basil and veggies in “EVOO” and mixed it in with whole wheat Pasta (Something like this).  After dinner A tried to jump my bones in the kitchen.

I think I have a new favorite dish.

 

Happy Halloween

Sooo…. I’ve been youtubing some good halloween music videos to get in the Spirit

Last night  guy told me I looked like Siouxsie Sioux from the post-punk band Siouxsie & the Banshees.  Dude! what an awesome complement! Siouxsie is Like Karen O’s bad-ass big sister. So we’ll start off with some vintage Banshees.

I found this Rasputina Video by searching “creepy music videos” on Youtube.  DUDE.  I am now going to Itunes and downloading this album.

Rammenstein is fucking creepy. It’s good music and definitely NSFW- especially if your boss speaks German.

And finally, I hate Nick Cave.  he is a bastard.  This video rocks though.

Wine ain’t the only thing improving with age

I realized something yesterday.  I’m aging.  nothing wrong with that because with age comes wisdom.  the stupid aging phobia ransacking all the reasonable *snicker* people in this country is embarrassing.

I remember being a teen, swooning over the likes of Heath Ledger and not understanding how an “old guy” could have a Gavin Rosdale/Heath Ledger/Brandon Boyd caliber of sway over women. George Clooney? meh. Harrison Ford? Ahhh… only as Han Solo. I had a vague professor crush in college, but that was more “just to see what it was like”.

However, I have entered a new stage in life.  I have to sympathize with those attracted to older gentlemen.  I was watching a preview for an upcoming HBO special, and I noticed something:

Jon Bon Jovi is pretty dang adorable.

Not here though:

EEP!!!!

snakeskin spandex AND Hi-tops.  Age can have the possibility being a really good thing for your appearance.

With age comes wisdom.  And if that were in a fortune cookie: “with age comes Wisdom, in bed.”

posting for the sake of posting to maintain the habit of posting

According to the website “43 Things” I am a

“Healthy Tree Hugging Reinventer”

Whatever the fuck that means.

I think I should make a “personality quiz”  and after answering mundane questions like “do you eat breakfast?” and “what do you do for a living?” the quiz will spit out nonsensical answers like: “you eat cat with seven!” or “you will marry sandwich red chakra!”

Life is a personality quiz. bitch.

(p.s. if you know the Gilbert brothers, imagine them saying that last sentence.  That’s what I did when I wrote it.)

..that’s not my name

I’m not usually interested in momversations as they usually have to do with, well, mommy issues.  However, when I do watch them I always come away wanting to apply makeup and talk into a wecam.

This most recent momversation addresses a discussion I’ve had with several folks, taking your husband’s last name (they also sling the word ‘feminist’ around which drives me nuts).  There are plenty of bigger decisions a lady makes in her life, but reasoning behind the name change is always personal and interesting.

Me? I took A’s name for several reasons, and most of them boil down to this:  I am a lazy butt. I felt like it would be easiest to make the transition to married life on paper if we both shared a last name. Also, I’m happy with  his last name, I like it.

A and I wanted to make our own family when we married each other.  Our sharing a last name gives us a sense of unity, and when/if we have a kid, we will have a family name that we all share.

On the flipside, I wasn’t excessively attached to my maiden name.  My sister and I don’t have the same last name anymore, and we are just as close. If someone can’t find me because I changed my last name… well, I probably don’t want them to find me!  Yay for free pass to hide from the highschool boyfriends!

Any reasons why you would/wouldn’t make the name change?

Why I drink after work

I was repping for my animal welfare group today and met an elderly lady who had adopted a dog from our shelter.  “great!” I said, and proceeded to try to give her a voucher for a free vet visit… *TRIED* to give away *FREE* vet visit and medication. I gave her the number for the five bajillion dallas vets she can pick from, and then I helped her find the vet closest to her house.  She responded with: “well you call and make me an appointment”.

“No maam, I can’t call for you, but once you get home just call these folks at your leisure, and let them know who you are and that you want a checkup”

“no, I’m old. You do it.”

“well m’aam, I’m not allowed to make appointments for you-”

“YOU MAKE EVERYTHING DIFFICULT!!!!!!”

“I just gave you a voucher for $600 worth of free veterinary care for your dog. I’m not allowed to have your personal information…”

“I hope one day you are OLD and that someone is this CRUEL to YOU! YOU are not CAPABLE OF LOVE!!!!”

“Okay… well, I circled this phone number….”

at this point the old woman just pushes her grocery cart off muttering to herself.

A cashier came by later to ask me if I was ok, because that lady was sure screaming. I shrugged and acted out the aforementioned scenario.  The cashier cracked up. Between breaths she gasped out : “she just tried to share Jesus with me at the register”.

Dogfighting is horrible

Fucking horrible.  this link leads to a video including footage of people trying to teach puppies to fight. It shows owners egging on their dogs that don’t want to fight anymore.

Don’t tell me the problem is a certain breed of dog when there are people like this out there;  out to hurt the animals that look to them for food and shelter.

Dogfighting | The Humane Society of the United States

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Why should man expect his prayer for mercy to be heard by What is above him when he shows no mercy to what is under him?  ~Pierre Troubetzkoy

I care not much for a man’s religion whose dog and cat are not the better for it.  ~Abraham Lincoln

When a man wantonly destroys one of the works of man we call him a vandal.  When he destroys one of the works of god we call him a sportsman.  ~Joseph Wood Krutch

If you have men who will exclude any of God’s creatures from the shelter of compassion and pity, you will have men who will deal likewise with their fellow men.  ~St. Francis of Assisi

on love and zombies

A and I bought a Playstation2 to function as our dvd player.  The next day, we bought a couple horror video games.  A and I have a mutual love for scaring ourselves silly, and have warm fuzzy memories of playing ‘Silent hill’ at his old apartment when we were dating.

Horror games aren’t a huge genre, they are puzzle games, a la ‘Myst’ but with the twist of being designed to creep you out.  The cover looks like this:

Last night, we turned off all the lights in the house and proceeded to scare the snot out of ourselves as we were chased by the cast of every Japanese ghost flick in the past 8 years. It was awesome.

Date nights look different for everyone.  Haunted houses and scary movies are something totally romantic for A and I. We scream, we cry, we get turned on.

The media monster wants diamonds to be a girl’s best friend (I could go into a soapbox on the diamond industry… but I won’t), they want us to find love in a steak and carriage ride.  Nothing is wrong with enjoying these things  but don’t let anyone else tell you what touches your heart.  I find some of my most romantic moments have involved much less finesse: Smashing pumkins on my ipod, a road trip, or a six pack and a zombie flick.

effing life

I hate my house.

We bought it for reasons that no longer exist.

The tile is coming up, EVERYWHERE.  Anytime I sweep or mop, everything gets stuck under and between the linoleum fragments.

dog hair. everywhere.

broken oven, broken washer, stains on every single appliance.

B.O. stink… on everything… because people and dogs sweat like mo fos and then sit on the couch.

A thinks the house is fine because the roof doesn’t leak and he mops once a month.

I am thinking about burning it down.

intimate looks into my sentbox

‘Texts from last night‘ is one of my favorite places to waste time on the internet.  Cleaning out my sentbox I found a couple pg-13 texts I’ve sent that sound great out of context:

• “ok, be safe, the knife is still tucked next to the driver’s seat”
• “No! I keep missing it and hitting the bad comedians!”

• “On facebook. I can send you a FB message”
• “Stephen King Must be cool, Wal-Mart doesn’t carry him”
• “No… But we have rum!!!”
• “Little grl just threatened daddy, ‘get me that dog or I’ll scream!’ I think he’s gonna cave. God, I hate brats.”
• “Be there in 10. Not bringing dogs as they cannot ride the motorcycle.”
• “Last night I dreamt I had car problems so you walked to work with me and on the way to Mckinney we got lost in downtown Austin. Lol.”
• “Don’t text in the sink you proton!”
• “Dude, Where’s my Vacuum?”
• “Ross is weird”
• “Hehe! Adding to the boot collection is always a plus.”

And my personal Favorite:

• “We’ve never had sex in a tent. This should happen.”