Lucky for me

When I was a child, I had a little stammer.

It was pronounced enough that my parents took me to a doctor to get checked out.

The doctor thought that I’d grow out of it and he was correct.

But I was a painfully shy child, often hiding behind my dad’s legs and my mom’s skirts when there were new people around.

It takes me a while to make a good impression, I think.

I am not the only person who suffers from a little awkwardness.

That’s why alcohol makes such a good social lubricant for people:  it makes them a little less uptight and a little more relaxed.

Of course it also lowers inhibitions, so there’s a limit to how much is acceptable social lubrication.

I’m going to a party this weekend.

A friend is turning 50 and he’s celebrating with another friend in a socially-distanced backyard party.

It’s being hosted by a wonderful friend who is herself celebrating a birthday.

Two for the price of one!

It’s Scorpio season and I am flush with parties and online zoom get-togethers and I’m happy to report that all my social awkwardness seems to evaporate when I’m with my burner friends and family.

A kinder, more accepting group of people you will never find.

Lucky for me!

Christmas 2020

I hate to say it.

It’s going to drive all of you crazy but I’ve almost finished my Christmas shopping.

That’s right, I’ve done almost all my Christmas shopping and it’s only mid-November.

This is par for the course with me.

I managed to get some really great deals on stuff for my family and friends..

I’m always on top of things when it comes to buying presents.

And getting ready for Christmas.

Mostly because once my birthday is over, I go into FULL HOLIDAY MODE and start buying presents, planning my Christmas cards, and decorating.

This will be an unusual year because of covid.

We might have to celebrate in our garage.

My brother has two young children and because I do this every year, I got them ornaments of their spirit animals (a seahorse and a black cat) for their Christmas tree to put on the presents I bought them.

So here’s to the start of this weird and wacky Christmas season.

May your days be filled with love and Christmas cheer, even in these challenging times.

Party in the streets

I saw a tweet which to paraphrase read:  Live a life that doesn’t make people party in the streets when you lose your job.

People have taken to the streets, playing  music and celebrating all around the world.

And indeed, the word PARTY sums up some of my experience of the past few days.

Emotions of elation, excitement, disbelief, and fear (yes, even fear).

I remember when Trump won the 2016 Presidential Election and was President-Elect.

I felt such a sense of doom and despair.

But then I made my peace with him as President.

After all, I had to survive the next four years.

And this time it all paid off.

I’m scared to celebrate too much.

I’m worried that Trump’s legal team will pull some shenanigans and somehow get him elected again.

But for now, I’m going to allow myself to feel happy and optimistic.

As a friend on Facebook wrote: “Are colors brighter today?  What a gorgeous fall day!”

And I have to agree.

The light is shining brighter.

The day is a little sweeter.

And the music resonates within.

 

*NOTE:  I know 70 million Americans voted for Trump and feel differently than I do but I hope that the coming years prove that we can coexist together and create a better America together.

I don’t drink anymore

I don’t drink anymore.

I just support bartenders.

I’ve decided this is the way to categorize my drinking. . . as support for bartenders.

Now I’m not one to blow my own horn but a few years back I REALLY supported bartenders.

I actually dated one.

So I know exactly how alluring it is to support bartenders by drinking the new concoctions and potions they create while they master their trade.

Never did I ever pass up a drink.

Today, I got a text from a friend.

It said:  The bar over here is having a soft opening tonight until 9.  Might check it out. Support the bartenders.

And that REALLY got me thinking.

Maybe that’s how I’ll categorize all future drinking adventures.

As bartender support.

Do you suppose I could write it off on my taxes?

Charitable Donations?

Check.

Business Expenses?

Check.

Bartender Support?

Check!

One lucky lady

My birthday is officially over.

Let me tell you, it was SPECTACULAR!

Over 40 people joined my birthday zoom to wish me a happy birthday and listen to the bawdy songs of Rachel Lark.

I myself had a blast although the lyrics to The Unicorn Song did ring a little painfully close to home.

LOL

I was really touched when we went around the “room” and everyone shared how they knew me and what they loved most about me.

Apparently, I’m a very loving and creative woman who is a great mother, friend, and confidante.

I was humbled by all the compliments heaped on me and I swear the glow will last me until my next birthday.

The prize for knowing me the longest went to my friend Scott, whom I met in pre-school and who happens to SHARE my EXACT birthday.

That’s more than four decades of friendship, my dears!

The prize for telling the funniest story went to Suzanne who remembered when she accidentally used my microfiber towel at Burning Man to clean up a mess, thereby earning a chagrined “Oh. . . that was my only towel” comment from me.

Apparently people seem to think I have a calm demeanor.

And I tell funny stories on my blog.

So from the bottom of my heart, I want to thank everyone for making my Covid Birthday so special!

I really am ONE LUCKY LADY!

Puppies

Let’s just go ahead and acknowledge my love of all things Swedish.

Since before my trip to Stockholm in 2018, I have loved Sweden.

After all, what’s not to love about a country who gave us ABBA, the cheese slicer, and The Swede?

And speaking of The Swede, he’s adopting another puppy come December.

A female.

Which means he will be able to breed his dogs to get puppies.

And I think he intends to do just that.

So besides having a new car, a new motorcycle, a new fiancée, a new home, a new hot tub, a new dog, and a new puppy, he will now be breeding more PUPPIES!

The thought of puppy breath and soft velvet noses makes my peri-menopausal ovaries shudder a little with pleasure.

Me thinks it may be time to adopt a four-legged friend for myself.

CHEESE!

My birthday celebration officially began on Halloween when I friend of mine took me to Carmel to pick up cheese from The Cheese Shop.

We literally bought about 12 kinds of cheese, mostly hard cheese from Europe.

I was reminded about my Cheese Is Love post.

Once again, here are my friends doing the sweetest things for me.

Truly a birthday to remember, and it hasn’t even started already.

I knew I was in heaven when I walked into the store and found actual honeycomb being sold.

And CHEESE!

Oh the CHEESE!!

Wall upon wall, refrigerator after refrigerator of soft, ripened bries and blues and Mimonette, and Raclette.

I was BESIDE myself with joy.

We bought wine and retired to my place where we then had a socially distanced cheese and wine picnic.

Can you just tell I’m tickled pink about getting to eat ALL THAT CHEESE?!

Because I am!

I’m telling you, the birthday is off to a beautiful start!

I love you

Three words I’d love to hear someone say to me.

Not that I’m unloved.

It’s just that people don’t TELL me as often as I’d like.

My mom.

My sister.

My Barbara.

My Nadine.

My kids.

Today, someone unexpected told me they love me.

Of course, there was a lot of alcohol involved.

But given how many times I’ve reached out to my friends and declared how much I love them, simply because I wanted them to know, I guess turnabout really is fair play.

It was SO nice to hear.

And I course, I love them right back!

Human Disco Ball

I went to a pre-Halloween party last week.

It was a COSTUME party and you know I’m a sucker for a good costume party.

I went as Miss Piggy from The Muppets.

After a delicious socially distanced feast for dinner, we got down to socially distant dancing and revelry.

I think I can safely say a good time was had by all, especially me since it was the debut for my Miss Piggy costume.

I expect it to get some seriously heavy rotation in my costume closet.

The dress was spectacular!

It lit up the inside of the car I was riding in with a million glittering points of light when the sun hit it.

As my friend put it, “You’re your own disco ball!”

And indeed I was.

Miss Piggy dress – $125
Miss Piggy stole – $90
Miss Piggy heels – $55
Miss piggy nose and ears – $45

Turning into a human disco ball for the evening – PRICELESS!

One lucky baby

I post this every year.

I couldn’t be happier that I’m reunited with my birth family and finally know my birth story.

So, here we go again. . .

IT’S MY BIRTHDAY!

I was born first to Paul and Sherri, two teenagers living in Sonoma. They accidentally conceived me during their eighth grade year in school.

Sherri was sent to live with her aunt and uncle in San Jose to await my birth.

I was born on November 2nd. I was a forceps baby and I came out with a banged up, scratched up head (see pic below) but no worse for wear.

Alice and “Mario”, my parents, got the word that I’d been born and I’d be joining my 5 month old sister Lisa.

Screen Shot 2015-10-26 at 4.19.46 PMI will forever be grateful to Sherri and Paul for putting me up for adoption. I was lucky enough to meet them when I was 22 and they have been a part of my life ever since.

IMG_7821Nothing pleases me more than explaining to people how lucky I am to have two sets of parents who love me.

I am one lucky baby.

Happy Birthday to me!