Seeing Red

I’ve always had a thing for red dresses ever since I saw the movie Pretty Woman:

The movie came out in 1990, and in 1991 when I went to my Senior Ball, I commissioned a similar dress made out of red velvet:

I loved the dress so much I wore it again in 1994 for my Junior Ball in college which I coerced my friend to take me to:

Then, I bought another red dress, this one with a strappy red back, which I wore out with my friends in college:

And another red dress which I wore to my Junior League formal in 2008:

Needless to say, there have been countless other red dresses I’ve worn – the red mesh dress, my Jessica Rabbit sequin dress, and so many more:

Sadly my MOST FAVORITE red dress, a vintage David Meister dress with a keyhole neckline, which I wore to my Law School Formal I never took a picture in, but it looked like this:

I did however keep the dress and if I ever fit into it again, I will most definitely be posing for pictures in it.

Not surprisingly, I’ve been eyeballing these dresses online:

But since we’ve established that I already have enough red dresses (not to mention my tax accountant will KILL me if I buy another dress), I will not be purchasing any new outfits, especially red ones.

But oh, the love in my heart for them. . .

Diapers to drink

When I was in college at UCSB, we drank Keystone Light at parties.

It was our go-to beer for the college crowd – cheap, cheap, and cheap.

Fast forward 30 years, and I wouldn’t dare drink a Keystone Light.

I’d rather shave my head with a cheese grater while chewing on tinfoil.

I’m all about craft beer, as evidenced by my membership in the Southbay Beerhounds – an unpretentious haunted house of eccentrics who love beer, dogs, and other oddities.

Yes, sir.

Just like there are wine snobs, there are also beer snobs, and I’m one of them.

My oldest son has now joined the ranks of the college crowd and you know what their favorite drink is?

Coors.

It kills me that he drinks Coors and the other day my sister and I were chatting about my son’s wayward taste in beer.

She too scoffs at Coors.

According to her, it’s a waste of time and alcohol to drink Coors because you have to pee all the time.

The alcohol goes straight through you.

We’re not even sure you can get drunk of Coors.

One thing is for sure, if you’re going to drink Coors, you’ll need diapers to drink.

My not so empty nest

On August 12, 2017 I drove down to Paso Robles and got my oldest son situated in a beautiful Mediterranean-style villa.

He was signed up to take three classes – two Criminal Justice classes and one Biology class.

Not too hard, if I do say so myself.

On October 5, 2017 this same son showed up on my doorstep.

He had quit college and wanted to move back home.

In case you didn’t calculate yourself that is 53 days.

My son lasted 53 days at college in luxury accommodations.

Now, you might think I’m disappointed in him.

But you’d be wrong.

My oldest is very young for his age and I’ve always thought that he needed more time to mature before tackling the challenges of being an adult.

I welcomed him home and fed him without reprimanding him or grilling him.

I did however advise him of my expectation that he will find full time employment.

This I do feel strongly about.

As soon as I finished school, I was given three months to find a job in my degree field.

Same thing goes for him.

He has a high school diploma, it’s time for him to find out what jobs are open to people with high school diplomas.

I’m at a little bit of a loss for what he should do.

On the one hand, I want it to encourage him to go back to school and get a degree.

On the other hand, I want it to have potential to become a career for him should he not go back to school.

Suggestions?

My name is Michelle and I huff coffee

My name is Michelle and I huff coffee.

I don’t just like it, I love it.

I worked my way through college at coffee bars (this was before the days of Starbucks and Peets).  I worked at The Roasted Coffee Bean in Cupertino and Mission City Coffee Roasting in Santa Clara.

I remember showering after my shift and having the whole shower smell like someone was brewing coffee in there with me.

So it’s no surprise that I enjoy huffing the empty coffee bag after the beans have been used up.

It’s one of life’s simple pleasures.

huffing coffee