Monday, July 26, 2010

The Best Gift Ever

I am sure that all of you know, and are bored to tears by the tale of my back problems. What started in March as a supposed pulled muscle turned out to be a bit more serious. On July 22 I had a left lumbar discectomy of L2, L3, and L4. Basically the doctor went in and flicked off a piece of bone and shaved off some of the bulging disc that was causing me so much pain. And apparently she was a rogue disc, wandering about and gaining size as the days passed. I am rapidly on the mend and looking forward to getting back out in the world. I am really limited in what I can bending, lifting or turning for eight weeks. This puts a serious crimp in my ability to do pretty much anything. That being said, I have to share with you the best present I do believe I have ever received. One of the housekeeping tasks I love the most is sweeping and mopping my floor. Right after ironing. But that is another blog. We just had all of the carpet removed and now we are Pergo all the way. Cairo is a sheddy beast and we live at the top of a hill, so the dust she is a flying. I could sweep and mop everyday and I would still have to do it again at night. Well, with my new found invalidism, I am unable to participate in the pastime that I love so much. My best friend Lynn, (see " Pardon the Interruption", blog part 5), knowing me so well, dropped off what can only be described as sheer genius. Not only are they stylish, they are functional. They are "The Slipper Genie". Tagline: "Slip 'em on and they'll do the cleaning for you!" Walking is one of the two activities that I can actually participate in, so I am walking around my house, collecting all of the bits and hairs and dust-bunnies. When the bottoms are sufficiently filthy, the Velcro uncontaches and you drop them in the washer. I tell you, I am giddy :)

Sunday, June 20, 2010

Take 5

These are the latest foster babies. Four boys, one girl, all such little loves. Taylor has fallen for Dallas (the perfect little orange one), and Dallas has chosen him. They are inseparable. Dallas will belong to Taylor on June 25, 2010. I have loved having them stay with me. Their start in life was kind of dicey. The mama cat was feral and we couldn't get close to her, so we didn't know how this bunch would turn out. Fortunately, they are everything you would want in a kitty and more. Daisy, Dane, Dallas, Deacon, and Dakota...he is the one on the far right with the 'bra' on. Fabulous!!

Monday, May 10, 2010

The Car

I am not a huge fan of the car. I don't get too excited by the car. I don't want to spend a lot of time in the car. Actually, I wish to never be in the car again. That being said, not driving isn't an option, and there are a few cars that have caught my eye over the years. I am still puttering along in my 1990 Subaru Legacy, 4 cylinder, mighty 15" Hot Wheels rims ( says Hot Wheels with the logo), manual windows and locks. I don't mind so much driving around in her, but if I could switch to one of these cars I think I would.
The 1960 Nash Metropolitan is my favorite. I like the three-on-the-tree shifting, the whitewalls, the 'square-ness' of her. Reminds me of the car that Goofy drives in the Disney cartoons. Red is the preferred color choice. Now all I need is a pair of cat-eye Ray Bans, a scarf tied under my chin, some Dean Martin on the AM radio, and a drive to Palm Springs to complete the tableau.

The next car that can make me smile is the 1956 T-Bird, pink of course. I think that this epitomizes the era that I love so much. Can't you just see yourself pulling up to the Dairy Queen, having a carhop bring you a malted, and listening to Elvis belt out a little "Hound Dog". Not a worry in sight.

And finally, the car that I actually did own, the 1974 AMC Pacer. Silver. Automatic. The year is 1977. I really did like this little beauty. The neighbor lady, Vina Zell, won her on a game show. I would babysit her daughter, for 50 cents an hour (the same amount that my mother made in 1957), and turn the money into Bicentennial Quarters. I lined them up on my desk and counted them, pretty much every day. I bought the car for $400. As silly as the car looks, it was a little bit of alright to drive. I wanted to get a personalized license plate that said "KWARIUM", but that would have been just a bit too precious. No blind spots, giant steering wheel, oodles of head room, low and slow. Air-conditioning, decent AM/FM, bucket seats. What's not to love?

My Favorite Things: The Sweet Piece

I have always been drawn to the 1950's. The music, the furnishings, the cars. I love boomerang and kidney shaped tables, Holt Howard, Airstream Trailers, Kromex, and Jadeite. A few years ago I was able to take ownership of this unique piece of furniture. She is an amalgam of so many materials, I don't even know where to start! The laminate, the fiberglass, the plastic sheeting all come together to form one mighty storage space.

When my brother-in-law Steve helped move it to my house, we shared this exchange:

Stacee (
very excitedly clapping): Oooooohhhh...isn't this the sweetest piece you have ever seen?
Stevie (looking over his glasses): Sure is a sweet piece a' something.

KC fitted her with those new electric lights and she is very glow-y at night. I can't decide which feature I like best about her, but if pressed I would have to say that the sliding doors with the signature avocado colored musical instruments always make me smile.
I believe I'd like to be buried in her.

Thursday, May 6, 2010

Pardon me, do you have any White Rain?

Here is my secret shame. I have to put it out there. It is the Armageddon closet. Behind the closed doors you will find too much of a good thing. Way too much. How much shampoo, conditioner, soap, toothpaste, and self-tanner can one woman have? Well, apparently a lot. And it's not even the good stuff. AquaNet, Suave, Pert, Pantene, and White Rain (seriously) are stockpiled within these cubbies. You can't see the sixteen tubes of toothpaste, nineteen toothbrushes, or twenty nine bars of soap. "Hoarders: Buried Under Personal Products" called & almost did an expose' on me. I think my sister Sheryl has a twinge of the disease, but she just keeps a healthy larder of mayonnaise and jelly. Shelly is pretty good. Oh, wait. I forgot about the beads. Either this is stemming from some deeply-rooted abandonment issues that are being manifested in carefully planned purchases, or I just like variety. In any event, I won't be buying any more product until mid 2016.

Who am I kidding. I have a coupon for Suave Deodorant (I only have seven left) and it is going to expire soon. Off to CVS!!

Monday, May 3, 2010

My Hero

I don't know who doesn't know about this, but about three years ago KC decided he wanted to be a nurse. So he did it. He left the corporate world, worked his arse off as a waiter while going to school, and now he is gainfully employed at Saddleback Memorial Hospital, on the Telemetry Floor. That's the heart stuff for us civilians. Since Saddleback sits smack dab in the middle of Leisure World, the beds are pretty much full. He loves it. He likes talking to the old people and finding out about their world. He is my hero. He has found this new compassion for those in need and it is lovely to see. He spent two years going from home to school to work to homework to sleep for ten minutes back to school. I can't believe it is over. I don't know if he was ready for all of the fluids involved, but he is getting used to it. Piso Mojado!!

These two pictures were taken on the same day. I love that he fell asleep, hand on mouse. He was snoring, just a little bit. Cairo doesn't even recognize him.

Saturday, April 24, 2010

Fun with Food

As a mediocre cook and sometime baker, I am endlessly surprised by the way things turn out within the world of gastronomy. Last night I attempted to make pretzels. This was a spur of the moment kind of thing and I had no expectations. I was working with pizza dough I had made myself and didn’t even consider the all-important step of the water + baking soda bath…critical to keeping the pretzel rise in check. Little did I know that the reaction of my beloved would not be one of “this is great”, but of 'WTF'. KC and I were pretty much beside our own selfs with laughter. Although quite the yummy morsel, I promise you, faithful reader, that this one particular abomination is a gift from nature, not by design. I leave it to you to decide what this should actually be called. Your thoughts?

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Excuse the Interruption in Your Life...

Well, you knew it was coming, so I thought I would get it out of the way while I am still in the honeymoon phase of blogging. I didn't know it then, but back when I was an active breast cancer participant I was keeping a diary of sorts. On the web, open for all to see. I got tired of telling the same story and people got tired of hearing it. So KC set up a place for me to let you know what was going on, and you could check it out, at your leisure. And thank you, faithful reader, for letting me know what was going on in your lives. Thanks for all of the notes and calls. The whole thing passed without incident. As Shelly liked to tell me, "You have cancer with a 'K'. Faker". Sheryl also let me know that it was really working out for her...I was home and able to basically raise Taylor. First the sisters cried when they thought that I might not be able to tend to their little ones.
The photo is of my best friend Lynn and me. I did enjoy being bald for a time. Very zippy getting out of the house in the morning. If you are so inclined, here is the link

This is a month after I quit shaving my head...Thanksgiving 2003.

Monday, April 19, 2010

Embarassing Moment, Take 1

I got this from a professional blogger. She told me that this is exactly what a blog is for, so here is my story. Last night I had been at the computer for a couple of hours, looking for a job, read: playing solitaire, and I was finished for the day. I had been enjoying some Cheez-Its in a glass bowl while I was searching for my future. As I got up, it didn't occur to me that my left foot had been at an angle the entire time. First step, right foot. Second step, not happening. I went straight down, unable to break my fall because of the bowl in my hand. My considerable weight was absorbed by my left knee, which hit the ground first. Bowl flying, bowl broken. Then Cairo had to come in and see what all the fuss was about, walking through the shards of glass. I am yelling at him, crying in pain, and laughing at my own stupid self. I have a visibly swollen ankle and what appears to be a contact-shred of the knee from slamming into the Pergo.
Not a cocktail in sight, I swear.
Good Times.

Sunday, April 18, 2010

Foster Babies

One of the great joys of my life is being a foster mommy to kittens that come from the Mission Viejo Animal Shelter. They are usually 3 or 4 weeks old when I get them, and they are here for about 4 weeks. We teach them manners, how to play nice, clean up after themselves, and that the only acceptable responses to a compliment are "I know" or "Thank You". It is hard to say good-bye, but their forever-families are waiting for them. This is the first batch of the season, Andy and Ali. Hopefully there will be many more to come. I cannot even describe the bliss of having a sleepy kitty on your chest.
On a side note, DAWG, The Dedicated Animal Welfare Group, funds many of the surgeries and long-term care for critters of all persuasions. To donate, click on the link. Tax-deductable! Meow.


This is a shot from a vacation we all took in Center Moriches at Uncle Tony's house. We have been going there for years. It is beautiful and rustic, right on the bay. All of us were there. This is a favorite shot of mine. Sisters Shelly, Michelle, Stacee, and Sheryl. How lucky are we to get to vacation together even though we are all well into our 30's =)

Saturday, April 17, 2010

This watch makes me happy

I love this watch. I have been looking at it for about two years. I probably won't buy it. Kind of reminds me of something Paris Hilton would wear. But I still do like it. ToyWatch Mother of Pearl Chrono in Pink. They also have a cute one with a blue face. The pink one is out of production, so if you find it, hollah.