Archive for July, 2010

Cheap(er) Chic Item o’ Da Week

July 30th, 2010

Scowl slightly through the haze of your cigarette smoke while leaning on one elbow. Perhaps sip a scotch ever so slowly while your rakish eyes scan the room, pretending you don’t see that lovely lady in her shirtwaist and pearls watching you hopefully.  Close your eyes and savor the feeling of being Don Draper.

That is until your kids snap you back to reality by screaming that their iPhones have awful signal and Netflix isn’t working.

Momentarily indulge your mid-century fantasy with this classic chair.

(Betty Draper not included.)

Room and Board’s Anson Chair for $1,199:

Overstock’s aptly named Jetson Chair at $262.99:

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Dela-Wha? (Pt.1)

July 30th, 2010

Ro and I were lucky enough to spend 2 1/2 weeks in Delaware on the beach.  Yes – Delaware. That name hadn’t passed my lips since high school geography and I could’ve sworn it had a “North” and “South” and was located in the middle of the country but when I heard it actually had coastline, I was in!

So my bestest buddy in the world, my soul sista, the woman I would marry if I swung “that” way… well, we had a beach house for a week. Which would’ve been amazing except we had to include our kids. *sigh* Anyhow, with enough wine and tequila shots, we managed to make it a week to remember.

I am ashamed to say that my son has never seen a sandy beach. He’s seen much of the Pacific Northwest beaches but he’s never seen the majesty of big waves crashing onto a lovely sandy beach. So when we first got to the beach, he promptly took his shoes off and ran through the surf:

At which point, he immediately got wiped out by a wave:

So I sent my Dad in to rescue him:

The first day we spent at the beach most of my photos involve my son  1) right BEFORE getting wiped out by a wave or   2) right AFTER getting wiped out by a wave. He gets his grace from his Dad.

Meghan, aka my beautiful best friend, has two equally beautiful daughters named Gabriella and Lilia. I am so glad we all got to spend time together even though they encroached on my beach swagger (** see note at bottom)  with all their loveliness.  All the chirrun’s had a blast:

That Gabriella game me a run for my fashion diva money with her fancy hat and scarves:

And yes, Auntie Meg joined in the fun:

Lilia (the wee one) melts me into a little puddle when I see her sweet face in this pic:

I can’t decide which was cooler: Ro’s mohawk or G bringin’ back the 80′s with her rockin’ side ponytail:

G: Seven going on 16:

** You won’t see any pics of me because, thanks to melanoma, I had the single dorkiest and most unattractive SPF 50 cover-up in the history of fashion.  Now usually I am one to rock something regardless of what it looks like, but there was no hope.  The below knee length coupled with the long sleeves and yes, even a BACK VENT made me look like a total tool.  Add the giant sunglasses and huuuuuuge hat and you get the total vomit-inducing picture.  What can I say?  Vain as I am I would rather look like a dork than die.  I figure if the melanoma doesn’t get me, I may just die of embarrassment. It’s a toss up at this point.

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(Not So) Veiled Abuse

July 8th, 2010

Taking a break from my regular snark-a-thon to blog about something important. It’s taxing, but I CAN be serious especially when it’s about something as substantial as this.

A lot of us have been touched by abuse in one form or another. There are many forms, all of them horrendous and damaging, but I have to say something today about emotional abuse.  Someone I love is going through this right now and it’s heartbreaking to see the destruction that words can cause not only to her but to her children. I feel I have to say something because maybe, just maybe, the abusive jackass will read this and it will make an iota of sense.

Emotional abuse is no different than using your fists to get your point across. Actually, it IS different because it is cowardly and more sinister. To even be emotionally abusive to someone you have to KNOW them. Know their joys, theirs strengths and their weaknesses. Know their sadness, know them well enough to choose that one spot where you can stab in that verbal knife and hurt the most. Yes CHOOSE because at one point that person saw the light and joy in the person they are hurting. At one point there was something that drew them together. That made them radiate together. The abuser uses that beautiful part of being a human, of being alive, that basic human element of being vulnerable and establishing a connection with another human and twists it so far that it becomes a destructive tool.

Our culture writes off emotional abuse because you can’t see the destruction. A black eye is easy to see. The destruction of your character, the very core of who you are? Well, not so easy to see but just as lethal and I would go so far as to say, more destructive.  It takes a lifetime of experiences to form one’s self esteem, one’s belief in their worth and their place in this world yet only a small amount of time to destroy it.

People who emotionally abuse were obviously raised around this behavior in some form. But the difference between them and us is that they are unable to make the mature choice of breaking the pattern. Did your Dad verbally break your Mom down until she was a shell of the vibrant woman she was before? Do you remember how little and scared you felt when you heard this happen? Do you want to do this to your children? Do you want to break someone down so far that their luster is gone forever? That they can’t get up and stand on their own because they have no more belief left? Remember when you were little and felt like you couldn’t save your mama? You want to make your own kids feel this way?

Imagine a little kid asking their mom almost daily why they are crying. Imagine a little kid feeling like THEY did something wrong because their mom, who is usually so fun and attentive, is staring at the wall in a daze, so far away that this child can’t reach them and they are left feeling sad and confused. Imagine the guilt that these children feel! Guilt that will form a life-long pattern of destruction in their psyche and possibly rob them of the chance to feel deep joy and internal peace.

Even worse, imagine if this little child came home and said that one parent was saying horrible things about the other parent  (and newsflash: passive aggressive comments are just as bad). Any child shrink will tell you that this makes the child feel responsible. They aren’t old enough to logically understand what is happening, so they take it in and form their own self around the belief that they are responsible for everything bad around them and they aren’t worth much.

Abusers will justify WHY they have a right to be angry, WHY they have been victimized and are justified in reacting like this, WHY this isn’t their fault. And you know what? History is full of stories of dictators, murderers and the worst of humanity who all hid behind these pathetic excuses.  A psychopath is a psychopath (“amoral behavior without sympathy or remorse”). It doesn’t matter whether your place of false power is a city, a country or your family.  You are choosing to destroy someone. You are CHOOSING to not look inside yourself and change your destructive behavior.

Your parents ruined this part of your life. Don’t do this to your family too.

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Open Mouth, Insert Foot

July 6th, 2010

Ro and I spent most of June at the beach and I’ll be posting some great pics but, while I finish downloading my 700 shots, I’ll share with you what happened to me yesterday at the grocery store. Go ahead, laugh at my expense. You are welcome.

I was shopping around 5PM so the store was pretty crowded. I have been known to talk to myself and, apparently, I talk much louder than I think I do. (I have heard that talking to yourself is a sign of genius but obviously my mere existence proves that to be completely wrong.) Anyhow, I was walking with the crowd and I was looking for the aisle that had the chocolate. I THOUGHT I was saying this in my head, but apparently I said, out loud and with much feeling, “MAMA WANTS SOME CHOCOLATE!!”.

I was lost in my own little world of chocolate and failed to see the african-american man directly in front of me. He whipped around, mouth agape and raised his eyebrow.

Oh LAWD, I wanted to die a sweet little death right there. I blushed from head to toe (which is like a veritable rainbow when you are as white as I am). Of course he had to actually be a good looking man too. (No way I could turn THAT into a suave pick up line!) I laughed and said that the only thing I was trying to pick up was a bar of chocolate and I apologized.

I promptly turned on my heels and walked away, probably talking to myself the whole time.

I leave you with this pic.  Glad to know that Rohan feels the same way about Sarah Palin as me:

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