I’M GOING TO SWEDEN!

Apparently, when visiting Sweden from a non-EU country, you are allowed to bring in 4L of wine, 2L of champagne, and a bunch of beer.

So I’m bringing in red wine and champagne from California.

I’m bringing two bottles of Chandon Blanc de Noirs, my favorite domestic sparkling wine and 5 bottles of J. Lohr Pinot Noir and Cabernet Sauvignon.

J. Lohr is the family winery, so it’s a given that I’ll be bringing that label to Sweden with me.

I’ve also decided to get a Christmas present for The Swede’s teenage daughter.

It would certainly be awkward to hand out my presents to The Swede and have nothing for his daughter.

So I got her a California sweatshirt and a Stanford beanie.

Because both those places are near and dear to my heart and I want to share.

I’ve started collecting other miscellaneous items for my trip: things like luggage, longjohns, scarfs and sunglasses.

I am basically going to be a walking, talking, brand new woman in Sweden with all new clothes and accessories.

I even purchased brand spanking new panties.

Just because I love the look of a fresh pair.

The trick, of course, is going to be getting it all to fit in my luggage.

I’m relatively limited in what I can bring over, size wise and weight wise.

So I have to be as streamlined as possible.

Lord knows I’m not the greatest at packing light.

For my first Burning Man, I packed 16 bins of costumes, supplies, and food!

So needless to say, this will be a challenge.

But hey. . .

I’M GOING TO SWEDEN!

Happy Holi 2016!

Every year, for the past 7 years, I have taken my boys to Holi at Stanford. Holi is an Indian festival of spring – celebrated with music, dancing, food, and the omnipresent flinging of “colors” on people while saying “Happy Holi!”

Colors are food-grade powdered paint which are usually tinted green, orange, pink, and yellow.

You grab a handful and throw it on your friends and family while trying to duck their throws.

For years, my boys enjoyed slamming me in the face with color.

holi-boysWhen Stanford allowed water at Holi (pre California drought), they doused me with water and actually turned my hair a nice Easter egg yellow that cost $200 and an appointment with a very talented hair stylist.

Lately though my boys are “too old” to go to Holi, which is to say that they’d prefer to hang out with their friends playing video games than going with their mom to an open field to run in circles throwing paint on one another.

Sigh. Welcome to teenagerhood.

Last year I talked Tejas into going to Holi with me:

But this year, I got Barbara, Michelle, and Kari to all go with me to Holi AND WE HAD A BLAST!

The music was amazing.

The food was spectacular.

And the colors were FLYING!

I took a few shots straight to the face, as evidenced by this photo of me with a full green face (Kari, Barbara, and Michelle are painted pretty good themselves).

holi-groupI hope I get to keep doing Holi and that my friends continue to do it with me.

It’s an AMAZING GOOD TIME!

Like a color run, but WITHOUT ANY RUNNING!

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Happy Holi!

On Easter Sunday, I got up bright and early to get breakfast with Tejas and then make the drive to Stanford to participate in Asha’s Holi 2015.

This is the fourth year I’ve participated in Holi. In previous years I’ve taken my boys, their friends, my mom, and a date whose name I can’t recall.

Tejas and I were planning on taking a folding chair with us in case his knee or his back started acting up, but all went smoothly.

I showered Tejas with color – orange and green.

He doused me with pink and yellow.

And the game was ON.

We spent the better part of 30 minutes throwing color on eachother. We made sure to get the white outfits we were wearing as DIRTY WITH COLOR as possible.

And we did a find job.

After resting for a few minutes, then snarfing down some tasty Indian food, we were ready to head home.

I had explained to Tejas that the color doesn’t stain unless you get it wet. And if you do get it wet, then be prepared to have Easter egg yellow blond hair for the next week, which if you work in the Dean’s office is not an encouraged personal style statement.

Yes, I speak from experience.

Rain showers were predicted for Sunday but we were lucky that they held off long enough for us to have our fun and get out of there.

However, nothing could stop Tejas from sweating and the sweat mixed with the color and turned his skin a lovely pea green shade.

Not kidding. He couldn’t get it to come off.

I told him to use alcohol (apply it, don’t drink it, I joked).

No good.

Still green.

But overall, it was quite a fun event and I enjoyed blasting Tejas with color over and over again.

And I got to eat baby coconut, so there’s that too.

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My history of modeling

I once had an industrial modeling job at Stanford.

If you don’t know, industrial modeling is when the model isn’t the focus of the image – like Kate Moss or Heidi Klum.

Industrial modeling is when the focus of the image is some inanimate object with the “model.”

I was asked to model a iShuffle for an Engineering article at Stanford.

I was so excited to be modeling, no matter what the subject.

It fulfilled a girlish fantasy in me.

I held the iShuffle up in front of my face and the photographer snapped a photo.

She looked at the image in the viewfinder and shook her head.

It was then that I got “fired” from my first modeling job.

Apparently, the eye was drawn to me instead of the iShuffle…

…breaking Rule #1 of industrial modeling – never outshine the goods.

Strike one!

Then, I was asked to post in a picture for Stanford Medical School.  Would I like to be a doctor in a white lab coat standing over a male patient in a hospital bed.

Hell, yes!

However, I knew that having a buxom, pretty-ish blond standing over a man in bed would look like a porno getting ready to happen.  Bow chicka wow wow.

Sure, enough, they took one look at me and decided to go with the homely grad student in glasses.

Strike two!

Well, today I got a new email from Stanford stating that they are taking photos for internal publications and would I like to be in the photos.

Hell yes!

I wouldn’t mind seeing my face on their white paper.

Let’s hope this goes better than my last jobs.