Dec 30, 2007

Hello Kitty Contacts

Look deep into these eyes. Can you see the Hello Kitty contacts this chicky is wearing? Are you completely freaked out?

What will Sanrio think up next? Hello Kitty IUD's? Sure, no one will be able to see how cute it is, but you'll know it's there.

One of my goals in the New Year is to look into getting contacts. I have suffered one too many times with fogged up glasses while walking in the parking lot to my car and I'm sick of buying those expensive eye glass wipes.

I had contacts several years back, but wasn't successful wearing them because it took me nearly 30 minutes to put them on my eyes every morning and after a short while, I realized all the time I could shave off of my morning beauty routine if I just slapped my trusty glasses back on my face.

But I've got the itch again to have the world see me in an unencumbered way without my glasses sitting crookedly on my face and I'm hoping that by the summer I'll have worked up the nerve to try contacts again.

These Hello Kitty contacts really gave me a good laugh. It also reminded me to add "Buy Contacts" onto my growing list of 2008 New Year's Resolutions.

Dec 29, 2007

A Geeky Tombstone

Love this photo I found on

I wish that I could read the inscription because I'd imagine there would be some reference to the blue screen of death.

It also gets me thinking that the person died a while back because he doesn't have an LCD monitor. Cost of marble would have been less, right?

Dec 28, 2007

Give It On Up for Homelessville!

By far one of my most favorite skits of Justin Timberlake performing on SNL. Enjoy.

Dec 23, 2007

SantaLand Diaries

Spencer and I went to see a play called The Santaland Diaries based on the book Holidays on Ice: Stories by David Sedaris.

The play was a one-man show featuring Guy Oliveri who was simply amazing as the thirty-something New Yorker who finds himself employed as Crumpet the Elf at Macy's Department store during the holidays.

The Santaland Diaries is not your typical heart-warming fare of good cheer and joy. Instead it's a twisted account of one man's journey into retail hell dealing with people from all walks of life wanting that perfect photo with Santa and doing just about anything to get it.

Guy Oliveri is one actor I'm hoping to see perform again. Just as I get overly impressed when a waitress can remember my dinner order without pen and paper, imagine how blown away I was watching Guy perform on stage for well over an hour all by himself bringing one of my favorite David Sedaris stories to life right before my very eyes! I loved him.

The play was presented at The New Repertory Theatre in Watertown. Aside from some poor navigation on my part (going through a red light down a one-way street into oncoming traffic), getting there was a snap. We parked for free in a very huge parking garage that was adjacent to the theatre. The tickets were $35 for general seating that we had ordered online about a month ago. Since we arrived early enough, we had our pick of seats including front row. We chose the center of the second row and watched as the theatre filled up nicely pleased with ourselves for having chosen such great seats. The fold out chairs were surprisingly spacious and comfortable. The stage itself was very minimalistic: a swivel stool, a tall locker and a strand of Christmas lights. The play started promptly at 3pm and we were back in the car by 4:15pm.

We both had a great time and it was a nice way to slide into celebrating Christmas in just a few days.

Oh! The Santaland Diaries is running through January 1st and they've added some late night shows in case you want to see it. You can also read about it on Going-Boston as it was a recently featured event. I kind of feel cool having said I've been to an actual event featured on Going! since I never see myself even thinking about doing any of the hip stuff they suggest doing in and around Boston. As Terri would say, "For once I've got some cool factor."

Dec 12, 2007

Can You Find Me Now?

I had been meaning to visit a very well known gift store called Barber Brothers in Natick, MA for quite a while now. The store is a little too far away to visit during my lunch hour and I have been told that there is so much to see that I couldn't possibly experience it all in an hour.

I required directions to the store so I clicked the link on the bottom of their website which took me to Yahoo Local Maps. I entered my work address and printed out the directions. And this is where the fun began for me tonight.

I easily travelled Route 9 East as the directions instructed, took a left onto Gormon Road and then looked for a right onto Grant Street. Problem was it wasn't there. I ended up in a residential neighborhood with one way streets without any indication that I was even close to where I needed to be. I made my way back onto Route 126 and tried again reasoning that my eye sight isn't so good in the dark and maybe (just maybe) I had missed an obvious turn. No such luck.

I began wishing that I had one of those GPS systems in my Mazda. Then it dawned on me that my Motorola cell phone had a program I could download called VZ Navigator which might just be able to get me out of this pickle I found myself in. I recalled my sister-in-law Katie using it once while visiting Boston with her mom. She was going to sign up for a $9.99/month subscription, but instead gave the service a test drive by using it just once for $2.99.

I did the very same thing and the service worked beautifully. I simply typed in my destination "215 Central Street Natick, MA" and immediately the GPS feature that I enabled in the settings of my phone identified my live position and was ready to give me turn by turn directions using the optional speaker phone.

I secured my cell phone onto the special magnet mounted to the dashboard and off I went. The lady's voice told me to take turns (both right and left) in plenty of time to execute. I was able to visually follow along on the screen of the phone to see both a map and arrows and see my progress toward my final destination. The navigator service worked so well that I ended up in Wellesley!

Ummm. But wait. Didn't I tell you the gift shop was Natick?

I swear I did everything the phone told me to do and yet I still kept finding myself being routed into Wellesley. It just couldn't be right. I drove on stubbornly determined that I just had to be so close to Barber Brothers because I was driving on Central Street and the area was very populated with lots of downtown shopping. Barber Brothers just had to be here!

After obvious frustration, I finally pulled over and looked at my printed directions hoping to see some blatant mistake. Perhaps I typed in the wrong street number? Maybe it's really located in Wellesley and not in Natick as I had erroneously assumed.

Then I saw as clear as day where I went wrong. I typed into the phone "215 Central Street" when in fact, I should have entered in "215 West Central Street". Well, duh! It's bad enough I'm not so good with knowing my left from my right, but I can't blame the VZ Navigator for doing what it was supposed to do. Garbage in, Garbage out.

With a deep sigh, I reset the destination and the trusty Verizon network found my confused sorry ass sitting in a parking lot in Wellesley and pleasantly told me to "...take the next legal U-Turn." (It would have been OK if the woman's sweetly toned voice actually said, "...take the next legal U-Turn...Dumb Ass!)

So off I went finally heading in the right direction. In triumph I glided into the Barber Brothers parking lot nearly five miles away from where I thought I needed to be. I entered the store pretty pleased with both my determination in finding the infamous gift shop and my excitement about a new feature in my cell phone. There were many folks shopping and strolling through the aisles, but I bet they didn't appreciate being there as much as me.

I'm sorry to say that after my misadventure tonight, Barber Brothers was anti-climatic. Don't misunderstand-it was a beautiful store. But I was in the need for non-specific eclectic Christmas gifts and I just didn't find what I didn't know I was looking for.

However, I am not disappointed. I'm glad the whole thing happened tonight after work because now I know that if ever I get lost driving to some place new and exciting, all I have to do is pay $2.99 and I can find my way back home again. That's money well spent in my book.

Dec 11, 2007

Rachel-Just Eat the Whole Damn Donut!

Dear Rachel,

It's awesome that your everywhere pimpin' the Dunkin' Donuts coffee because I love their drinks. They are, as you say, DELISH!

But you need to know how SICK TO DEATH I am of your holiday commercials. You're turning me into a Grinch. Just drink your Vanilla Spice Coffee and shut up about it. Stop sharing your Christmas memories with me.

Do you honestly expect viewers to believe you "...split a ginger bread donut..." with your mom while you both are out holiday shopping? Just eat the whole damn donut! Live a little.

I wonder if you had any influence with the marketing team that came up with that commercial because you didn't want people to think you were letting yourself go because of all those petty tabloid reports about your ballooning weight due to a troubled marriage? Did you say to them, "Ummm, better let me say I shared the donut with my mom. Christmas is the season for giving, right?"

I respect your right to be marketable and you probably can't help those big posters hanging from the ceiling in all the Dunkin' Donut coffee shops. But can I ask you a favor? Can you put your power behind the strangely absent-from-the-menu Dunkachino and see if they'll consider bringing it back? I bet they would listen to you. Remind them that you're the spokeswoman of the mighty Ritz Cracker!

As Uncle Ben told Peter Parker, "With great power comes great responsibility". I think after all you've done to annoy me, you could at least try. Just put some of those Rachel Rayisms to good use. It might sound something like this:

"You Guys! How about bringing back that delish awesome Dunkachino? It's really Yum-O!"

If anyone can bring back the Dunkachino, you can. No go get 'em Sista and don't forget to eat the whole damn donut next time you and your mom are out shopping.


Kim Perry

Dec 2, 2007

Can't Sew This!

Alex, a blogger over at Neatorma, came across this Simplicity pattern featuring MC Hammer pants.

My friend Jillian can sew up a storm and we recently took a trip to Wal-Mart in Natick to find a pattern for an outfit she's trying to make for a tap dance recital with her niece. She insists on making her own costume rather than buying the lycra nightmare the instructor suggested they wear because she wants to control how her fat ass looks in tap shoes. (Her words, not mine!) Thanks to her, now I know how to look up a Simplicity sewing pattern in those large books on the filing cabinets at Wal-Mart.

Just flipping through the catalogs makes me so jealous of her seamstress skills. She can sew curtains and drapes, hem stuff and make clothes. Damn-all I can manage to do is buy it off the rack.

I imagine learning how to sew would be very hard. There's tape measures, scissors, bobby pins and fabric involved. I just don't think I have the capacity to do it, but then again I never really tried. I guess sewing is just another one of those Home Economic lessons I didn't bother learning back in junior high that would benefit me now as I approach the tender age of forty.

If only I had paid attention back then. I just might have turned out to be an accomplished housewife wearing an applique apron baking hot oooey gooey delicious cookies with a plastered smile of success on my face. Instead I'm just a 37 year old supply planner eating prepared frozen food out of boxes and shopping at Macy's with my 15% Sunday coupons.

But it's not all bad. Even if I could sew, there's no way I'd ever make MC Hammer pants.

The Gum Thief

I'm currently reading Douglas Coupland's book The Gum Thief. I'm on page 53 and I've got 222 more pages to go before I finish the book. Why am I telling you this boring detail when I'm not even a 1/4 of the way through the book? Because I used to work for Staples in their corporate office for five years and the plot of this book is set in a Staples store and it's simply brilliant! Each turn of the page either brings back a memory of buying office supplies or deep feelings I had about working in the office supply industry. It's pure frosting on the cake that the book is written by one of my favorite authors.

The book has a fairly convoluted storyline that at times is a little hard to follow (again, only on page 53), but here's what it's about: Roger is a divorced middle-aged sales associate working at Staples. Bethany is a young goth woman also working at Staples who one day stumbles upon Roger's diary in the break room. The weird thing about the diary is Roger is writing in the mock diary pretending to be her and he's very accurate. What follows is the two of them developing this weird relationship because she ends up writing back to him in this diary, but forbids him from ever speaking directly to her about it. If that isn't surreal enough, Roger is also writing a work-in-progress novel called Glove Pond that the reader (that would be me) gets to also read alongside the silently developing relationship of Roger and Bethany. Did I forget to mention that at one point Roger dated her drunk mother?

The references to working at a retail office supply chain are spookily accurate and ring true for any employee (former or otherwise) of Staples. Here's just one of many inspired examples of prose from page 17:

And working at Staples is a career? I can't believe the government even classifies what we do as a job. A job is something you can do for life. A job has some dimension of hope to it. Setting up fresh little sheets of white paper for people to use to test magic markers is not a hope scenario. All people ever draw is squiggles. It'd be funny if they wrote the occasional fuck or drew anarchy symbols. I can't believe people even pay for pens. Talk about the world's most shopliftable item. Staples must die.

Coupland has also come up with a great way to promote his new book: a viral video. If you have 8 minutes to spare, I suggest watching it below. This particular video merges several snippets of introductions to the characters via selectively placed words within a Staples store with actual text from the book. Some of the segments even feature bricks of staples made into words-very Michael Gondry if you appreciate that sort of thing.

It should come as no surprise that after a mere 52 pages in to this book that I recommend you run out and buy it. Or tell Santa you want it for Christmas. It's available at Amazon or in your grocer's freezer. (Sorry. I just wanted to make sure you were paying attention.)

The Art of Nathan Sawaya

Readers of my blog know how much I love instantly recognizable objects made from Legos. I'm a big fan of artist Nathan Sawaya who I first saw featured on The Colbert Report back on August 20th of 2007.

His creations are currently touring the nation in an exhibit called The Art of the Brick and is the first museum tour to focus soley on the use of Legos as objects of art. I haven't seen this exhibit, but I'm very excited to report that this exhibit is coming to
The Stamford Museum & Nature Center in Stamford, CT March 2nd through August 18th of next year. I am there! If you want to go and want more information on the exhibit, click here.

He doesn't limit his creative vision to just Legos. Check out the anatomically correct heart made out of Necco Hearts. Cool, huh? Imagine giving this as a gift for Valentine's Day?

I can't help writing about stuff made from everyday objects. It find it interesting and love the minutia of art in this medium. So readers-you'll have to forgive and indulge me. I heart all things Lego!

Dec 1, 2007

All I Want For Christmas

Looking to buy me a Christmas gift this year and not sure what I want? It's easy now that I've visited the site All I Want. I've completed the DNA mapping process by choosing pictures based on my personal preferences to help YOU determine what I'd like as a Christmas gift this year.

The results are uncannily accurate. Just look at my list here.

My list contains some pretty swanky stuff. In fact, I wouldn't turn you away at the door if you brought me one of these offerings as a Christmas gift. I might even put you on my Christmas card list for next year if you get my gift right. In fact, I'd praise you for your cleverness and thoughtfulness. How did you know I wanted The Mocha Dunk Mug? Did you catch me dunking Oreos in my milk during break? Gosh, you are SO observant!

The brain trust behind this gift selection tool are called Imagini and they also offer similar tools to discover your Personality and What Planet Are You On? Check it out when you have some time to spare during this busy holiday season. I think you'll like what you find.

I know I did because thanks to my new Mocha Dunk mug, I now have a place to rest my sopped-with-milk Oreo cookie. Now if I could just stop buying Christmas presents for myself and leave that up to you...

Don't Be Sad

I LOVE Beagles.

A Beagle is my absolute favorite breed of dog. Just look at Cooper. How can anyone be sad looking at this adorable face? I found this little fella at The Daily Puppy.

I have an RSS feed that just trolls through FLICKR pulling anything tagged with the word 'Beagle' I look at pictures of Beagles every day and star my favorites in what I like to call Puppy Porn.

Shhh. Don't tell anyone, but wanna see it? Click here.

Vermont Country Store

Spencer and I are taking a day trip today to visit The Vermont Country Store in Rockingham, Vermont.

We've had a few prior false starts of thinking that's what we were going to do on the weekend and then we'd get sidetracked with other things and never leave the house. Instead we'd spend hours on the computer, go out for dinner somewhere and come home for a nice lazy afternoon nap.

But today we are going for certain and I'm really looking forward to the long ride and spending time with him.

The Vermont Country Store has a very strong catalog business along with their two storefronts and it's because they sell cool stuff like this bouncy inch worm that keep customers coming back for more. I love the store because they do such a good job sourcing hard-to-find things such as 'retro' toys, perfumes, cosmetics, food and other household items. This is the place if you want to buy Body on Tap shampoo or a Smith Corona electronic typewriter. I recommend you visit the category Brands From The Past to get the full breath of their amazing product selection. Also a great online shopping experience if you're looking to WOW your grandparents this Christmas with a thoughtful gift.

Back to the Bouncy Inch Worm. I had this when I was a little girl. I remember it very clearly because I used to bounce on it in the living room watching television and would give my grandmother Rose heart palpitations because she always thought I'd fall off of the inch worm and smack my head on the brick fireplace like I did riding this stuffed pony back when I was just a toddler. (Once you split your head open-just a little bit-the accident tends to forever haunt you around the grandparents).

Last year I bought a silver tinsel tree along with the color wheel. I love the tree, but had to return the color wheel because it just didn't throw the promised spectrum of lights to my satisfaction. I bought my co-worker Sue a wind-up women's watch, but the packaging was so chinsy that I returned it. I figure if you pay$49.95 for a watch, it ought not to come on a cardboard piece of paper shrink wrapped from China. And that's the overall thing to keep in mind when buying from The Vt Country Store. Sometimes it's not about the prettiness of the package, but the product itself. They have great customer service and stand behind their return policy.

We've been tasked today by my mother-in-law to buy her a Powerball ticket and to pick up a few things if we see them. I'm looking forward to walking around the store seeing things from my past for sale and trying not to justify buying every single one of them for myself. After all, it is Christmas and I should be shopping for someone other than me.

Nov 30, 2007


My co-worker Sharon arrived in Florida this morning with all her family for a week-long trip to Disney World. Yesterday she entrusted her son Dylan's fish JackJack to Tricia who also works with us.

When she brought JackJack into the office on Thursday, we saw her at a distance walking very slowly towards us. We immediately thought the worse. Did her back go out just a day before her trip? Was she OK? Turns out she was walking slowly because she was cradling JackJack's fish bowl while balancing her purse, laptop bag and lunch trying to be careful not to spill the contents of his home all over the carpeting.

First we oooh'd and ahhh'd over just having a living thing in the office. His presence was an oddity over at Tricia's desk when typically we'd visit her to ask a SAP question or get a handful of M&M's. Now we found ourselves just visiting to see if JackJack was alive. The damn fish barely moved.

I found myself pressing my face right up to the fish bowl to see if he was still breathing. I'd see his little cheek fins moving this way and that and breathe a sigh of relief. JackJack Lives!

His subtle presence got me thinking what it would be like if we could bring our pets to work with us. My beagle Minnie would make a good cubicle companion. I imagine after a while, she'd settle herself down underneath my desk adjacent to my blue paper recycle bin and snore away the afternoon.

We're forbidden to eat at our desks and are only allowed water. (It really isn't a prison. I swear it's not!) Taking Minnie to work with me every day might not be such a bad thing because she'd probably lose some weight. Then again, I've been working at Bose for two years now in these strict no-food-only-water conditions and it hasn't done me any good.

I imagine having Minnie by my side would really help reduce my stress level-especially during this time of the year. Some emergency would come up and rather than taking shallow breaths or swearing, I could just lean down and stroke her tan backside. She'd make those snuff and huff sounds of disturbance because I was waking her from her deep sleep. I'd counter by moving over to her velvety ears fondling them in an manner most annoying to her until she shifted her position to indicate she was waiting to be left alone. By then I would be calm and ready to tackle the next problem. Need a product allocated and I only have three left to give? Back to Minnie gently rolling her over on her back to pet her fuzzy belly until my panic passed.

Pets at work could make sense. Just having JackJack around is proof that it works. Today something happened that I didn't want to deal with at the time and my first reaction was to wonder how JackJack was doing?

He's been left to fend for himself over the weekend. Hopefully he'll be warm and the cleaning people with their manic feather dusters won't bother him too much. We're all just hoping that he survives the week with us until Sharon returns on December 10th.

I foresee JackJack surviving his little stay with the five of us and leaving a hole in our hearts after he's gone. What will we do when there's no more of the JackJack death watch?

I'm thinking Sea Monkeys...

Nov 29, 2007

I Miss Her Every Day

Today marks the one year anniversary of my mother's death.

I scheduled a day off from work well in advance of this day because I just didn't think I'd be able to cope with the demands of work and knowing how I handled today so far, it was a very good idea.

I had wanted to run one of those memorial ads in the Worcester Telegram & Gazette, but decided that it would make more sense to honor my mother's memory by giving a donation to Autumn Village Nursing Home.

I called and spoke to their activities director Donna a few days ago and she welcomed my gift idea saying she was looking forward to seeing me after all this time. She told me the residents would appreciate the gift and how I'd have to check out the new gift shop that just opened. Apparently a little boy who is the son of one of the CNA workers who had known my mother remarked upon seeing the shop, "Oh, Gloria would have loved this!"

Indeed my mother would have LOVED the gift shop because she was always helping out during the monthly bake sale and the quarterly yard sales. She loved helping sell crafts made by the residents and was always so proud of the money she collected.

She'd buy me these little gifts made by the residents that I truly had no use for, but I never had the heart to tell her I didn't want any of them. For years I went through an enormous amount of effort trying not to hurt my mother's feelings or her good intentions.

She bought me hand-made wooden pins, toilet paper holders, a sign with a pig sitting on a toilet reading the newspaper, a cutting board in the shape of a pig, knitted towel holders and countless other things that she thought I might enjoy. I took every gift home without her ever knowing my true feelings-that these things made me so very sad because it reminded me of the people who made them. These crafts were made with so much love and for the most part were the only things a person in the nursing home was able to give to their loved ones aside from their neediness and heartbreaking stories. I didn't want to look at these things let alone have them around my house.

Walking into Autumn Village this morning hit me hard. I was surprised by the sudden onslaught of emotions just driving into the parking lot. Things had changed since last November. For one thing, the half circle in front of the entrance now had a sign saying, "For Patient Drop Off Only" and there were little neon traffic cones in spaces that I had parked a gazillion times. It brought back memories of the countless times of parking in the front so my mother could shuffle out with her bright red walker and I could help pull her legs into the passenger's seat all the while listening to her gasps of pain as she bended her body into what would slowly become an uncomfortable position for her over time.

As I started walking to the first set of double doors I was flooded with the memories of standing out there in the freezing cold waiting to be buzzed in after a Tuesday or Friday night shopping adventure. My mother would swear up a storm because either the nurses or the aides were too lazy (in her estimation) to come open the locked door. She'd stand there seeing the ashtray just outside of the entrance and wince in displeasure over the smokers and their disgusting habit of course never seeing how ironic it was that she was one of those disgusting smokers for 75% of her life.

This same entryway this morning had two workmen on ladders blocking the entrance doing some sort of improvements. All I could think about was how fascinated my mother was with the little baby monitor video surveillance camera the nursing home had installed during the last few months of her life. We'd stand in the entryway waiting to get let in and my mother would rant about how certain nurses surely had seen us waiting from the nurses station and just to spite her wouldn't come to the door to let us in. She was a woman of many suspicions-especially when she was in the throes of her mania from manic depression.

I walked through the entrance and headed straight for the receptionist window. Standing there was Donna the activities director talking to an older lady that looked very familiar to me, yet I couldn't place her name or face. (After a years time, would I recognize any of these residents when before I was on a first name basis with practically all the first floor staff and residents?) She glanced in my direction and gave me the biggest smile of recognition. Walking towards her felt like walking underwater. Suddenly I found myself being embraced by Donna and I erupted into huge uncontrollable sobs which startled me. (I think I heard her tell the other woman, "Oh, this is Gloria Silva's daughter" and maybe the woman recognized the name...maybe not. But she smiled and I clung on to Donna for dear life.) I remember looking over Donna's shoulder and seeing the newly opened gift shop and I knew without a doubt that I HAD TO LEAVE NOW! I pushed the Christmas card into Donna's hand and said between sobs that I just couldn't stay. Spencer put his arm around me and I walked out of there as fast as I could without looking back once.

As we drove away, I realized with disappointment that I wasn't strong enough to walk through the nursing home to my mother's wing to visit Helen who I had seen was still in her same room facing the parking lot. Helen who had told me that she had found out my mother passed away in the night because she looked up from her bed to see the undertakers rolling my mother's body out of the room and how she cried the whole night long. Helen who had crocheted me the most beautiful baby's blanket when I was pregnant and who promised to teach me to crochet when I was up to coming back for a visit after my mother's death. After my mother died, I had bought this little teddy bear at Cape Code Crafters that was wearing a dress stitched with the name 'Gloria' that I had wanted to bring up last Christmas to Helen, but was never able to bring myself to do. The bear still sits on my dresser in the bedroom and reminds me of what I can't face yet.

I miss my mother every day and think about her all the time. This grief that I carry around inside of me seems to always be percolating just at the surface threatening to spill at the most inappropriate times-standing over a co-worker and realizing her hands look exactly like my moms which speeds me back to the night I sat by my mother's side tenderly stroking her hand while she thrashed about in agony never of course knowing that this was going to be the last night I held her warm hand. Driving home and hearing a Billy Joel song on the radio that reminds me how I played one of her favorite Cd's 'The Piano Man' to try to help calm her during the last hours of her life. I wonder to this day did she hear him sing 'Travelin' Prayer' as she was dying? I'd like to think so.

Hey Lord, take a look around tonight And find where my baby's gonna be
Hey Lord, would ya look out for her tonight 'Cause she is far across the sea
Hey Lord, would ya look out for her tonight
And make sure she's gonna be alright
And things are gonna be alright with me

Hey Lord, would you look out for her tonight
And make sure all her dreams are sweet
Hey Lord, would ya guide her along the roads
And make them softer for her feet
Hey Lord, would ya look out for her tonight
And make sure that she's gonna be alright
Until she's home in here with me

Hey Lord, would you look out for her tonight
If she is sleepin' under the sky
Hey Lord, make sure the ground she's sleepin' on
Is always warm and dry
Hey don't you give her too much rain
But try to keep her away from pain
'Cause my baby hates to cry

Hey Lord, won't you look out for her tonight'
Cause it gets rough along the way
Said Lord, if this song sounds strange
It's just because I don't know how to pray

So won't you give her peace of mind
And if you ever find the time
Won't you tell her I miss her ev'ry day

Nov 28, 2007

Charlie Brown Xmas performed by the Cast of SCRUBS

A Charlie Brown Christmas Performed by the Cast of Scrubs

The cast of Scrubs remakes the classic Charlie Brown Christmas special.

Oh Christmas Tree

Just a thought, but did you know if you have the right book shelf and lots of books you, too, could build your own artifical Christmas tree? What a clever holiday hack!

You know those books are just sitting there collecting dust since you put them up on the shelves. So why not put them to good use and spread a little holiday cheer in your apartment?

Frank Visser, founder of IJM, is the mastermind behind this book tree. You can get bogged down in the pictures featured on his site or you can get a taste of what he's all about by visiting Emmas Design Blog to get a quick snapshot of some of her favorites.

'Course the disorganization of these books would totally not work for me and would drive me nuts as soon as I created the tree because I require orderly spines according to book height and alphabetization. But that's just me.

Nov 26, 2007

It's Worth It

This photo is called Princess Beia by Koosricardo. It is one of the many submissions in The Celebrity Star Wars 3 PhotoShop contests featured on the site You can see all the entries by clicking here.

I absolutely love this site when all I want to do is look at pictures and laugh. The contest titles alone are precious:

Celebrity Toys

Critter Superheroes

View to a Shill

Bald Celebrities

Doesn't it make you want to learn PhotoShop?

Nov 22, 2007

I Meant Well

bacon-tooth-picks While shopping in New York City last weekend, I came across these Bacon flavored toothpicks.

I immediately started thinking of who I could buy these for because they were just so unique and unusual. I ran through a list of potential recipients and then BAM! The person who came to mind was my wonderful father-in-law George. He likes Bacon. Grew up on a farm. I thought that I recalled him using toothpicks before. Seems like the kind of guy who would. A perfect choice.

I happily bought them thinking that I scored such a great stocking-stuffer for him. I was just so proud of my clever self. I buy the best gifts for people.

Then as I was unpacking all my treasures from New York, it suddenly occurred to me...

Dentures. George wears dentures.

Turkey? You're Suspect


"If a meat isn't offered as a pizza topping, you know it's suspect."

~ Spencer 11/22/07 Thanksgiving Day

Spencer remarked today that I'm not a big fan of the turkey. He's got that right. I can enjoy a nice turkey and mayo sandwich for lunch, but that's the extent of my turkey consumption. I just don't like turkey. But isn't it funny that throughout the year there are countless decisions made about eating something with chicken, but never with turkey?

All of a sudden November rolls around and everyone is talking about turkey. My friend Jillian at work has got this Thanksgiving holiday nailed. She and her sister enjoy their tradition of wearing sweat pants and getting drunk while hacking at their turkey with forks and hands because they don't exactly know how to properly carve a turkey. (Jillian is English and sometimes I think the notion of her refined heritage bothers the hell out of her).

We went out to dinner today at The Crown Plaza in downtown Worcester and as usual, I passed on the turkey. You won't be hearing me lament about all the leftovers in my fridge after today because I left the buffet happy not to bring the foul meat into my home.

I think I don't like turkey because it's the only meat I've ever eaten that has the ability to crumble upon slicing. Little flakes of meat sticking to the carving knife grosses me out. I don't know why. It just does.

Lately I've been hearing a lot of buzz about Turducken. Something about a duck stuffed into a chicken and then put into a turkey. This poultry hybrid offers hope because at least there is chicken involved. And I just like the sound of it. Tur-Duck-En. Don't even get me started on Tofukey. I saw Tofukey in a health food store yesterday in a sausage-like format and I just can't go there.

Really the only good thing about turkey is my favorite insult circa early 70's: Jive Turkey. I don't use it enough to insult annoying people as in, 'You Jive Turkey!" Randall Graves would be proud. I'm taking back Jive Turkey.

Happy Turkey Day...You Jive Turkeys!

Nov 20, 2007

DIY Tampon Turkey

I am not a crafty person. But someone out there is because they made a Thanksgiving Turkey centerpiece out of Tampons!

Visit for more crafts made out of Tampons.

Nov 18, 2007

Kim In The City - Day 2

I cozily awoke on the comfy couch around 9:30 wrapped in my winter cardinal pajamas. Looking out the window I could see the day was going to be cold and dreary, but was still looking forward to more adventures.

I craved coffee to awaken me from the naughty gulps of tequila from the night before. (Earlier I had popped a few aspirin because I had a slight throb going on in the front temple, but nothing that would qualify as any sort of hang-over.) Marty and Kate went out of their way the night before to buy coffee and regular milk for me being that they drink mostly tea and soy milk. We nearly ran into a snag when they couldn't find any sugar in the apartment. Kate offered a choice of some sort of natural sweetener that began with a "G" or honey, but at the last minute Marty saved the morning by proclaiming, "I found some organic sugar." Hooray.

We had breakfast at Veselka's where I enjoyed a hearty portion of pancakes and a slice of kielbasa. Who knew I could enjoy having breakfast in a family-owned Ukrainian soul food restaurant of the East Village on a rainy Sunday morning? It was delicious and I loved their little tumbler of orange juice with the meal. They also gave our table a whole dish of butter/margarine packets nicely arranged in the shape of a flower (or was that my imagination?) and you have to give a restaurant special props for that attention to detail because it seems in New England-butter is a scarce commodity and you always have to ask for extra.

Kate had hung an art exhibit over at NYU in the West Village so we headed over there so I could see where Marty worked and also to see the art exhibit. I'm a bit of a voyeur when it comes to seeing people's work spaces so this was perfect for me. I got to sit in Marty's Aeron chair which was like sitting on a fluffy white cloud of sheer comfort and got an inside view of how she spends her day being the assistant to the chair at NYU (not the Aeron chair!).

As we were heading back to the apartment to gather my things, I saw a shop that had the most colorful large bags in the window. Appropriately enough, the store was called Big Bag located on 49 East 8th Street in NY. Here was the purse shopping I had craved upon coming to New York. The shop was fairly small, but so very bright. They had an amazing selection of (you guessed it!) big bags, tote bags, laptop bags and wallets. After much deliberation, I bought a LovCat wallet with this blinged out heart clasp that was my biggest and most cherished purchase of the weekend. Note to self: save lots of money for the next visit to BigBag so you can buy more stuff.

We all piled into their car and Kate drove us over to Midtown East so I could visit Dylan's Candy Bar. Ralph Lauren's daughter created this amazing candy shop and walking into it is exactly what you'd imagine a trendy NY candy store to be: bright, filled with every imaginable candy and packed with sensational possibilities of decadence. When we first entered, Marty and I both thought the place was a little small until we saw the steps leading us down into the lower level. Ahhh. Relief. There really was more to see. I took tons of pictures and was happy to see the store personnel didn't tap me on the shoulder to stop me from documenting the experience every blissful step of the way. I nearly bought a Rainbow-Bright inspired winter scarf, but found the $40 price tag a bit too steep for my taste after the Lovcat wallet purchase earlier in the afternoon. But I did end up buying some candy and Marty surprised me during the checkout by handing me a Hello Kitty Pez dispenser and a bag of Christmas Pop Rocks.

While we were shopping, Kate was driving around the city so we didn't have to park the car. We called her to say we were "...ready for pickup M'Lady" when Marty exclaimed, "Oh, No!" I thought car accident, but what really happened is Kate got onto the Queensboro bridge ramp and nearly landed herself in Queens. Fortunately, she was only delayed a little bit and picked us up curbside rather easily.

With a little time to spare, we drove towards Times Square to squeeze in a visit to M&M World. It was OK, but inside felt way too manic for me. Lots of M&M merchandise and not enough candy. I have to admit I was also very disappointed that in both candy stores, I wasn't able to find much XL clothing. Ironic that candy stores sell super small clothing without any plus size offerings for girls like me with big appetites for destruction (I mean candy).

They dropped me off back at The Hilton where I visited a deli before boarding the Limoliner bus. Much trouble and drama ensued because they didn't have a seat on the bus ride home for me because I was scheduled to be on the the 4:15 departure bus, NOT the 6:15 departure bus. Silly me didn't think to call the folks at Limoliner to tell them I was changing departure times. Duh!

This whole almost-not-making-it-home experience on Sunday night is well worth the read in another post, but for now let's end it here. My weekend in NY was wonderful and I'm looking forward to going back real soon. In fact, my friend Ginny and I will be visiting on December 8th so there isn't that long to wait for more adventures in the big city.

If you'd like to see photos from my weekend trip, click here.

Nov 17, 2007

Kim In The City - Day 1

See how happy I look? Marty took this photo of me on bended knee right after we came out of M&M World in Times Square, New York City. Bright candy plus bright lights = a very blissed out Kim.

That's right-this little country Worcester mouse ventured into the big city last weekend for one hell of a weekend.

You wouldn't imagine so much could be accomplished in merely two days, but I achieved many great things and went to several cool places.

Kate was kind enough to email me the bread crumbs of my trail since I'll never remember all the places we visited so here is what Saturday was like:

  • Rock Center at The Hilton Hotel where my LimoLiner pimped out bus dropped me off after a four hour bus ride from Framingham, MA. (More on that little adventure under a separate post.)
  • East Village where Marty and Kate live with their dog Lou. We had lunch at Why Curry? where I had a delicious Thai Iced Tea with a cleverly wrapped straw and enjoyed my first dish of Pad Se Ew. Later we visited Toy Tokyo where I had my Barbapapa fix of unaffordable toys.
  • SoHo -We shopped at Pearl River Mart. This was an amazingly large store filled with so many exotic wares. I bought Hello Kitty bubble gum, a bag of authentic Oodles of Noodles, a dinner plate with a cute hamster holding a bunny and various other little things. I felt like a dirty American shopping for knock off purses in China Town and ultimately was disappointed that a container of Dolce Gabana knock-offs arrived that weekend. My personal rule of thumb is you should only be allowed to buy a fake purse if it's a reasonable assumption you'd be able to afford it at full price.
  • Lower East Side - I had authentic Mexican corn on a stick and a big bottle of glass Coke at a small little place called Cafe Habana. The corn was cooked on a grill then dipped in an exotic cheese that resembled Parmesan and then sprinkled with a mild chilly pepper. It was really, really good. Unfortunately between the corn and the earlier Thai Food (and all the excitement of potential purse shopping), my stomach became upset and I had to stop at a Rite-Aid for some chewy Rolaids.
  • I got to buy 6 pomegranates from a street vendor for $2 a piece which was really a good deal. Kate did her best to haggle the seller down to ten bucks, but in the end Marty forked over another two bucks. Believe me, I would have bought more but one thing about living in the city is you don't have the luxury of a car and pomegranates are heavy fruits when you buy as much as I'm accustomed to. Kate was kind enough to lug them around Saturday night as she said their weight provided some balance to her aching back and feet.
  • Dinner at John's of 12th Street back in the East Village. I had this amazing appetizer called a Spedini. Imagine a fried donut covered in red sauce and lots of baked cheese. Do your best imagining what it would taste like because you'll never even get close. If you're ever in the East Village, check this place out just for the appetizer.
We retired back to their apartment where I managed to drink some tequila, catch them up on some good stories before crashing on their very comfy Pottery Barn wrap around couch. I slept like a rock until Lou decided to start barking around 4am.

I managed to get back to sleep rather easily because after all...I had such a big day.

Nov 4, 2007

Let Go My LEGO

I should be this creative.

Another thing that fascinates me is what people can make with Legos. I never really got into them when I was a kid. I'm sure that I had a set of them, but after you step on a Lego in bare feet (or a Weeble, for that matter), the toy loses it's charm.

But as an adult, I scour websites looking for stuff made out of Legos. Today I found a site showing Awesome Lego creations that I wanted to share with you. One of my favorites is this here Linux penguin sitting next to the computer. Boy, I wish I had that on my desktop and I run Windows.

For some reason anything related to Star Wars is big with the Lego artists. Check out the Han Solo in carbonite which took 10,000 bricks and nearly three months to complete. Amazing!

I have a subscription to Lego Magazine, but I can guarantee you it's purely for toy porn. There's no way I'd ever be able to create anything out of the bricks. I just love looking to see what other's can do. Call me a Lego voyeur if you will. It's OK. I don't mind. I know what I like and why I like it.

Someday I'll get to visit Lego Land California. But until then you'll find me surfing the 'net ooohing and ahhing over the amazing things people can build with these little plastic bricks known as Legos.

I Eat Play Doh

i eat Play Doh., originally uploaded by jleighb.

Yes, this is a perfect example of how Play-Doh can appear so delicious to a little kid that you just want to eat it like a scoop of ice cream. (Read the next post and you'll understand)


Thought this was a neat topographical 4' x 3' map of our world made out of the SPAM luncheon meat.

Who knew this mysterious foodstuff was so pliable and artsy? Myself...I'm just discovering the wonders of Play-Doh modeling.

Jillian at work bought a bag containing miniature tubs of brightly colored Play-Doh from the local supermarket to give out as treats during Halloween night. I snagged the color black because I had never seen it before. If you were like me as a little kid, you smashed together a whole bunch of colors because it was mesmerizing only to discover a short time later that you somehow mistakenly created some ugly brown color. Based on that little confession, black was my obvious choice.

But the really cool thing that came out of her purchase was discovering the hidden talent of my other co-worker Tim. He quickly made me a stalk of corn out of a few different colors and I nearly fell to the floor in amazement. Who knew this guy had such mad Play-Doh skills? Eventually fellow cube mates heard me squealing in delight over additional modeling and they also joined in on the fun.

As the day wore on, he made a little Nemo fish to put in Heather's plant, a beautiful worm to hang on a paperclip that I swear looked like the real thing and a gorgeous flower so intricately detailed that it included the stamin on the inside of the petals.

It got me thinking that being able to manipulate Play-Doh like that was a real art form. I went over to Flickr to find a Play-Doh group so I could keep abreast of other talented people's creations. I joined Play-Doh Maniacs although I haven't seen anything too exciting made out of Play-Doh. Plus there's only like 13 members (including me) so you can imagine there isn't a big pool of activity going on unless the other 12 people are modeling. 'Cause I'm just lurking hoping for someone to make something cool.

So getting back to the meat map-did you know MAPS spelled backyard is SPAM? Funny how manufactured meat gets me talking about manufactured clay.


It's anarchy in the UK People! Back in 2001, the clever folks over at GrayMatter invented a cereal bowl for the 70% of us who prefer to eat our cereal crunchy instead of soggy.

So I ask you: do you like it hard or soft?

The photo to the left is a sliced open version of their cereal bowl that has a built in shelf that allows the majority of the milk to be secluded from the cereal. (Never fear-the shelf is removable and you can go back to your old way of cereal eating very easily)

I saw this and immediately wanted to buy one. It costs about $4.50 Euro bucks and I think after the conversion to US currency it will be about $6.00 plus shipping. I tried to place my order, but got hung up with the HSBC secure e-payment because I didn't know the issue date and number of my credit card. However, I tried again and simply ignored this requested information and was able to order the bowl.

So until my EATMECRUNCHY bowl arrives, I'll have to make do eating my Pirates of the Caribbean cereal the old fashion way. But knowing that my favorite cereal is "...a chocolaty, crunchy, sweet breakfast cereal..." I think buying this cereal bowl was a very smart choice indeed.

Nov 3, 2007

You'll let me in, won't you?

Why I Love SkyMall

I admit to stealing the complimentary copy of SkyMall on my recent trip to the Southwest for business.

I found myself flipping through the catalog during the flight. I wanted to dog-ear just about every other page with cool stuff I wanted to buy with my disposable income.

Upon returning home, the glow of my trip slowly burned away and all the things I wanted to buy from the SkyMall catalog seemed just so extravagant when I looked at them again. I just didn't need that Cuisinart Soft Serve ice cream maker.

But then I came across this little beauty called the Dough-Nu-Matic and I had to rethink everything. You mean I could buy a little gadget that spits out little donuts and it only costs $129.99?

This gadget purports to make a cute little donut in 50 seconds and a dozen of 'em in six minutes. Somehow I think that's faster than printing a Word document using my Lexmark ink jet printer.

I have decided to rethink my aversion to Skymall after finding the donut maker. I visited their site and signed up for their mailing list...I'm seconds away from ordering the voice-activated R2-D2!

El Horno

I live in a brick ranch house that I'd like to think would make the fabled three little pigs give a second look were they hoofing around in my neighborhood.

The house was built by my grandfather Anthony Silva back in 1969. He had been a retired stone mason and decided at the tender age of seventy that he wanted to build his own home after the house he lived in with his family on Archer Street was taken over by eminent domain with the construction of Interstate 290 in Worcester.

Rather than moving the house which was much too expensive at the time, he decided to buy several plots on land off of Lincoln Street for both himself and his eldest son Arthur.

After my grandparents died and deeded the house to my parents, my mother did her best to make use of the bricks. As she suffered from undiagnosed Manic Depression when I was growing up, I can recall the many manic days and hours she spent kneeling on the grass arranging these leftover bricks in a myriad of clever landscaping designs around gardens my father grew and flower beds they tended together.

With the passage of time and the advent of my mother's more serious mental health and other complicated medical issues, the flowers died and eventually the weeds overtook all of my mother's intricate brickwork. When I moved back home in 1998 after the sudden death of my father, cleaning up both the inside and exterior of the house fell to me. It was an exhausting process. I found myself slowly removing all of the bricks to make mowing the lawn easier for me and began creating a pile of bricks in the corner of the backyard.

At times I looked to having the bricks professionally removed, but was always discouraged at how expensive it would be to make such a simple improvement to our yard. Then one day I thought to post an add on the Worcester County Freecycle Group hoping that someone-anyone-might have a use for them.

In a six degrees of separation moment, a woman named Lakele contacted me who quite coincidentally was a regular contributor to a blog I helped create for students learning English As A Second Language. We exchanged a few emails and made loose arrangements for her to come to the house anytime she'd like to collect the bricks.

Gathering all the bricks was very labor intensive because the bricks had to be moved from the very far end of my backyard, put into a wheel barrow, rolled down a steep incline and carefully arranged into the trunk of their car until the back end sagged from the weight of it all. But over time they took nearly all of my grandfather's excess bricks-even the broken in half ones. Lakele said she wanted the bricks to make an oven for their backyard.

The photograph above is the end result of last summer's project. They indeed built an outdoor oven aptly titled El Horno in Spanish. You can read Lakele's post on the Write-Write-Write blog by clicking here.

Lakele might have thought I was being very generous by donating all of my bricks, but in fact her oven making skill did what I consider a great honor to my family. She put to good use all of the bricks that my grandfather used to build the house that I'm living in today and my mother so lovingly touched all those years ago.

Duran Duran Live (10/28/07)

Michelle and I went to see Duran Duran perform at The Chevrolet Theatre in Wallingford, CT on October 28th. It was an amazing concert and I'm so glad that I got a chance to see them perform all the songs off their soon-to-be released Red Carpet Massacre CD.

We got stuck in some really unexpected traffic on the Mass Pike, but eventually made it there with time to spare because unannounced to us-there was a mysterious 1 hour delay. Good Doobie that I am, I asked Michelle as we were leaving the car what she was going to do as no cameras were allowed during the performance. Without hesitation and like the seasoned concert goer that she is, up came her Patriots Football sweatshirt and in slid her digital camera between her cleavage. I simply would have never thought of that.

I was very disappointed that I didn't walk away with a t-shirt to commemorate our concert experience, but the red/black baseball shirt with the awesome crest on it was insanely priced at $50. It was a good thing the hand-scrawled sign of "Cash Only" was posted because believe me, I came close to buying it. But considering the price of admission was $55, how could I justify spending nearly the same to buy a t-shirt that I might soon find on EBay?

We killed time by eating Nachos and Super Pretzels and experienced a no-wait line in the Ladies bathroom before the concert. I people watched enjoying the sea of mid-thirties women decked out in bedazzled shirts with designer handbags slung across their shoulders. I purposely ignored the jumbo-tron plasma televisions showing the Red Sox playing in what would be the last game of '07 The World Series.

We had 20th row seats thanks to Michelle's Ticketmaster savyness, but we weren't able to sell our first set of tickets probably because the concert wasn't sold out and the band added a second performance on Monday night. I tried selling them on the Bose bulletin board and she tried both Craigslist and EBay, but sadly no takers.

Just before the concert began, two men seated themselves next to Michelle and I. One of them warned us of their impending heavy beer drinking and advised us not to become annoyed with them. Throughout the concert, their warning resulted in multiple trips to the bathroom and lots of beer refills. As predicted, one of those little buggers got up to take a piss more times than I cared to count and at one point towards the end of the show, I looked over to my right to see one of the men staring at me with bleary eyes as he smiled and shouted, "Are you having a good time?" I don't know if he was hitting on me, but considering he was a man at a Duran Duran concert let's just say I didn't find his interest in my concert enjoyment (no thanks to him!) too flattering.

Duran Duran played all the songs from their new CD and the crowd was on their feet throughout. A girl sitting behind us started loudly complaining that she wanted to hear some classics, but I forgave her bitching when the band played the song 'Box Full o'Honey' and she confusingly asked her boyfriend, "What did they say? Salami?"

Considering this concert was an obvious warm-up, stretch-their-toes performance in preparation for their two-week run on Broadway in New York, they did an admirable job. Lead singer Simon LeBon moved around the stage a bit more slowly than expected, but after warming up really got his groove on with overly dramatic arm swinging and hip thrusting much to the delight of me (and all other Simon fanatics). John Taylor kind of loped around the stage playing the bass guitar, singing backup and doing his best to impersonate a tarantula come to life. (I can't help it-he's just all limbs and lanky). Nick Rhodes was surrounded with many keyboards and a strategically placed Macbook Pro. (I secretly wondering if he was surfing the 'net the whole performance?) and Roger did what he does best-hugging the shadows playing on his drum set.

I got a little shot of adrenaline when I saw mega hip-hop producer Timbaland dancing as his image was projected on one of the silk screen backdrops behind Simon, but alas no Justin Timberlake cameos. It's a good thing because my poor heart would have literally stopped beating that night. (When I heard last year that Duran Duran was collaborating with Timbaland and my boy Justin Timberlake on their upcoming album, I defined it as my own personal music trifecta.)

It's a lot to ask an audience to watch a live performance of completely new material. I was fortunate to have heard their song 'Night Runner' from a sneak peak thanks to Entertainment Weekly and had also heard their single 'Falling Down' several times before the show. It was a nice touch that they showed their new video during the performance and I noted that this version contained ample nudity not seen before. Michelle, at one point, commented that the bulk of their new songs kind of sounded like porno music. Her apt observation reminded me once again of how ecstatic I am of the Timbland/Timberlake influence. FutureSexLoveSongs indeed!

They transitioned from their last new song 'Last Man Standing' to 'Notorious' which whipped the crowd into an already heightened frenzy because FINALLY everyone recognized a song. Seriously, Simon's voice was amazing during the entire performance and I particularly loved that song. (American Idol judge Randy Jackson would have approved of Simon's perfect pitch)

When they played 'I Take the Dice' Michelle was barely able to hold her camera steady as she capture the performance on video because she was so excited. That song was historical for both of us because we had never heard it performed live until that night.

Just as I was leaning in to tell Michelle that I would lose my shit if they played 'The Reflex'--BAM! My dream came true and Michelle got the video rolling again. I became consumed with emotion and began crying as I happily bounced to/fro because that is my favorite song in the enormous Duran Duran catalog. 'The Reflex' reminds me of being a teen and what it felt like to stoke my Duranie obsession with any spare money I could get my hands on. For me, that song evokes memories of buying 13" remix albums, plastering my walls with 8x10 photos ripped out of TeenBeat magazine while my grandmother bitched at me for putting holes in the wallpaper and watching MTV world premiere music videos in my basement.

The encore performance of 'Girls On Film' ended an amazing evening. I left feeling satiated with nostalgia and continued bright hope for the band's success with their new CD.

Read Michelle's blog about the performance along with links to the two videos she shot with her Kodak EasyShare camera and some great photos posted on Flickr by clicking here.

If your curious, below is the Set List of their 10/28 performance:

Red Carpet Massacre
The Valley
Red Carpet Massacre
Falling DownBox
Full o’Honey
Skin Divers
Tricked Out
Zoom In
She’s Too Much
Dirty Great Monster
Last Man Standing
One of These Days
I Take the Dice
Ordinary World
Do You Believe in Shame?
Lay Lady Lay
A View to a Kill
The Reflex
Girls on Film

Oct 28, 2007

My Love Leaf

My friend and co-worker Jillian reminded me of my LOVE LEAF that I had pinned to one of my cubicle walls and I wanted to blog about the story quickly so I don't forget about it. Basically it's just a story about how thoughtful my husband Spencer can be.

One night we were taking our beagle Minnie for a walk around the neighborhood (aka 'the round') when I happened to notice this beautiful leaf filled with vibrant colors sitting in a pile of leaves. I commented on it and placed this particular leaf on the stone wall in our drive way so I could remember to take it inside when we got back from our walk.

Of course I completely forgot all about and maybe a day later Spencer found it and put it on our kitchen table for me. He's always doing things like that and I didn't think too much about it. I thanked him and brought it into work the next day so I could put it on the wall of my cubicle more as a testament to the changing season and to remind me of the beauty of Autumn in New England.

Jillian happened to stop by my cube and asked why I had a leaf pinned to the wall. So I told her the story and as usual she said how perfectly matched Spencer and I were and how we're "...just so damned cute together." Somehow the phrase "Love Leaf" was born, but I don't remember if I said it or she did. But regardless, the Love Leaf was born.

Over time the leaf lost it's moisture and became crinkly. At one point it fell from the cubicle wall and landed on the floor. I nearly rolled over it with the casters of my office chair! In picking it up, it pretty much crumbled in my hands and I threw it away in the waste basket.

By then the story of my 'Love Leaf' had spread throughout my group of co-workers and the death of it was big news... for about five minutes.

But the thoughtfullness of my husband remains and that's all the really matters. Pretty leaves will come and go with the seasons, but forever constant is the love of my husband and all the little things he does for me every day.

Happy Halloween

Awww. Look at the cute baby in her homemade Alien costume.

I've been thinking that it's a good thing I don't have any children just yet because I don't know if I'm up for the pressure of creating a clever costume for Halloween.

I overhear conversations at work with mothers plotting about creating the best costume for their kids and it frightens me. I suppose if I wanted to participate, I could dress up my beagle. But I doubt she'd like the attention.

But I don't remember this whole costume dilemma being such a big deal when I was a little girl. My mother never came up with anything clever for me. She liked to dress me up as a gypsy which involved plastering my face in her makeup and ripping up a sweatshirt to look like I was walking around in rags. I have the pictures to prove it.

When I was young, it was perfectly acceptable to go to Zayres and buy a costume packaged in a cardboard box. You'd open it up and there would be a plastic mask that you'd secure to your head with a very tight yet always flimsy rubber band that drove you crazy the whole night of Trick or Treating. If you were on the husky side, forget it: the cheap plastic pants that came with the costume were simply dreadful.

These days dressing your kid up has become an art form and I don't think the youth of today would be caught dead wearing store bought costumes. I suspect Target tries to really get in the spirit of the holiday by catering to single moms. Walking through their aisles of costumes, I laugh when I see these costumes hung on hangers made out of stuffed animal fabric. It's like 1975 all over again except more expensive.

Maybe my mom knew what she was doing back then. She knew for me it wasn't about impressing the neighbors with well thought out costumes. Really it was about slapping something on me that passed as a costume so I could get out there to collect the most candy possible.

And to me that's what Halloween is really about-the candy.

Oct 18, 2007

The Hunt for Red in October

I have been getting a little ahead of myself this month buying pomegranates at the local supermarket only to discover upon slicing them in half that they are not fully developed.

At $2.29 each, this experiment in flavor was starting to get a little expensive so I promised myself that I wasn't going to be tempted into buying another fruit until I saw a particular brand of Pomegranate called, "Pom Wonderful"

I've gone a whole week without eating a pomegranate and I'm happy to report tonight marked a turning point. Stop & Shop in Westboro had a small box of Pomegranates. I was sifting through a few trying to decide if I was going to break my promise because I was just desperate to have one when I turned over a rather succulent looking one to discover it was labeled with the Pom Wonderful sticker. I nearly yelped--I was just that excited.

As I was lovingly selecting four of the best looking globes of joy, a man and his daughter wandered past me. I happened to overhear their conversation because it was about Pomegranates. The little girl was asking her father if she'd like a Pomegranate and the father replied, "I don't know, honey. I guess you'll have to try one." She looked at me and then decided to move on to the oranges. Good. I doubt I would have given her the chance until my greed was satisfied. I wasn't budging for anyone.

This is my season. Don't mess with a woman obsessed over fresh delicious pomegranates. I've waited too long and now it my time. Today marks Peak Season for me because now I know the Pom Wonderful brand is in the stores. Soon I'll look forward to seeing a huge cardboard box in the produce section emblazoned with the words "Pom Wonderful" and the price will start to come down a bit. Pomegranates will start being advertised with the approaching Thanksgiving holiday.

I guess I should feel guilty that I even considered doing a linebacker move on an eight year old over a Pomegranate, but the hunt is on and this is war.

Shrek's Sweet Tooth

Big Ups to Tootsie Roll Industries for creating a new seasonal favorite for me: Caramel Apple Sugar Babies.

I saw these in the grocery store last weekend and tossed them in my shopping cart simply as a joke. (As a rule, I am totally disgusted by the concept of a caramel apple anything related to candy and merely bought them for the shock factor.) My candy shelf in my office displays a wide assortment of sweets including the following eclectic mix: a bag of Emerald Butter Toffee Glazed Walnuts, a half-opened package of ‘24’ themed Jolt energy gum, miniature bricks of Pez, leftover Crème Savers, pieces of Double Bubble gum, a few Atomic fire balls and some Pumpkin Peeps.

Sue was the first to crack the box open. She mouthed a hearty “Mmmmm” after dumping a few out in her palm and eating them. I can’t lie-I was disappointed in her reaction. I expected her to commiserate with me about how gross they tasted, but she really liked them. After she returned to her cube, I kept eyeing the bright neon green box out of the corner of my eye. I tried to resist their siren call of “Try Me! Eat me!” through several phone calls and one particularly challenging email and then I caved in to temptation.

Caramel Apple Sugar Babies are shaped like regular Sugar Babies except the coating is neon green instead of caramel covered. I liken them to Shrek’s teeth-sort of bean-shaped and misshapen with hints of brown peeking through the enamel. Yes, I have a vivid imagination.

Most importantly, these were super fresh. My own teeth sailed through the first bites sinking into the caramel while my tongue danced in the surprise of its sour attributes. My eyes widened in surprise. I actually liked them. I continued to pop more of them into my mouth and chew on the sugary sweetness delighting in this newly found prize.

Eventually Sue and I pounded through the box and we didn’t have any more to eat. I was saddened until it occurred to me that all was not lost-I could simply buy more! Upon this realization, I emailed Spencer requesting six more boxes should he happen across them in the store. I was on such a sugar high that I couldn't remember if I bought these at Target, Wal-Mart or Stop & Shop. But the most important thing is the request was entered and I knew he’d come through for me.

A day later I had six boxes neatly placed on our kitchen table. He found them at Stop & Shop. Hooray.

I don’t know how long these Caramel Apple Sugar Babies will be available in the stores, but I highly recommend you buy yourself a box to try them out. Don’t be like me and pooh-pooh flavors such as green apple, banana or orange because you don’t think they’ll taste good. Be adventurous and try something you would never expect to like because you might end up like me – addicted to a candy that resembles Shek’s teeth.

Oct 15, 2007

Pimp My Pumpkin

I love it when people 'get' me. For the most part, I'm in my own little world and I enjoy the company. I sound like one of those fashionable ironic t-shirts, don't I?

About two weeks ago, I came into the office to find a little box left on my desk (see photo). Receiving anonymous presents on my desk first thing on a Monday can't be a bad thing, but who else aside from me at the office would be so delighted to pimp out a pumpkin?

This is the cutest little kit. I love the paint brush and the feather for the pimp hat. I haven't done anything with it yet since all I have on my desk to pimp is a very small gourd that is in the shape of a pumpkin, but it needs to be rounder to demonstrate the full impact of pimpness.

I'm working on it. Thank you Cindy! You get me.

Oct 13, 2007

Suck Like The Wind

I own a Dyson Root 6 that I must confess was purchase because of it's bright bold orange color and it was the only reasonably priced Dyson product that fit my household cleaning budget.

My Root 6 has incredible suction and cost about $150 at Target. The sexiness of it wore off after about the third time using it because the battery charge is so poor. I basically can suction up dirt on my stairs and then it dies. It's very annoying having to recharge the unit. Let's face it: Once I hit a cleaning momentum of climbing stairs and sucking dirt, the last thing I want to do is stop, dock the vacuum in its charger and wait 45 minutes for more juice. I revert back to my lazy nature, open the fridge and start eating pre-packaged cheese to pass the time.

But I simply cannot overlook an even sexier looking hand held Dyson vacuum. It's called The Wind and it's a collaboration between fashion designer Issey Miyake and James Dyson which premiered during Paris Fashion Week. (Seems stupid to have runway models rocking a purple vacuum, but crazier appendages have been sported on the catwalk, right?)

Dyson is dedicating this next version DC16 handheld cleaner to Issey Miyake and will be available for purchase on the Dyson website in November.

I'd recommend this Dyson handheld if you want something better than a Black & Decker Dust Buster and can live with only using it for short intervals. After that--hide the cheese.

Star Trek Urn and Casket

I remember what it was like going to the place where I picked out my parent's marker for their grave. It got me thinking about my own death. The man helping me thought it was a little odd that I asked if they could engrave a smiley face on the marker. I guess death isn't so happy to most people.

But my intention was to find an icon that represented me and I love the smiley face. Since I plan on being cremated (note to Spencer), I don't have a need to buy a coffin. However, a nice urn would be a considerable keepsake on his mantle after I'm gone.

Which brings me to tell you about Eternal Image. Founded in 2002, it is the only company to offer licensed brand imaged funerary products. It is a company that manufactures "Products That Reflect A Life Well Lived" and offer caskets and urns branded for Precious Moments , MLB for the baseball fan and my personal favorite Star Trek. They even offer elaborate urn solutions to house the ashes of your dog or cat having partnered with the Cat Fanciers Association and The American Kennel Club.

Does all this finery seem a little weird and strange? Don't worry-they also have an Official Vatican Library Collection which is much more refined and sedate.

I am fascinated with the business of death. These products speak to me. I signed myself up for the mailing list and can't wait to see what they think of next.

Star Wars Trumpet Stacy Hedger

This is so wrong in so many ways. Make sure to watch the whole video because it just gets better as it rolls along.

I Am Pooh

Take the 100 Acre Personality Quiz!

Why do I love taking these silly online quizzes so much? I took one earlier about which tabloid celebrity I am most like and it came back that I matched Reese Witherspoon. I like this Winnie the Pooh one better.

8 Simple Ways To Enjoy Life Every Day

In reading a recent entry on the Pick The Brain blog, a list was featured of 8 Simple Ways To Enjoy Life Every Day. Peter suggests starting out small and adding things to your day that make you happy.

I read over his list and decided to steal his headers and add my own perspective on what can/would/does make me happy:

1. Appreciate Beauty
The birds are starting to fly south (if they haven't already) and I'm taking the time to look up into the trees when I hear a bird chirping, singing or making an interesting sound. Sometimes it's not even the sounds. I was sitting in the Bose cafeteria the other day having lunch when this little burst of red came flapping up against the window. It was a male cardinal which is just not the kind of bird you would expect to see on The Mountain. We Bose workers are accustomed to seeing flocks of junk birds swirling around or the occasional hawk. But here's the cool thing about paying attention to such things. The reason why the cardinal was attracted to the window was someone had left a red plastic bag on the floor which was visible from the outside and I suspect the cardinal was trying to fly at it. A few moments later we saw the female cardinal in the vicinity of the window doing nothing except patiently waiting for her mate to stop his foolishness of bumping against the window. I'm glad I was paying attention that day.

2. Connect With Nature
I bought this inexpensive little bug vacuum at the store a while back and we use it often in the house to save bugs rather than needlessly killing them. The bug vacuum has helped me connect with nature because I use it to suck up the spiders instead of stomping on them in disgust. Spencer does a much better job of saving the insects than I do because he makes a concerted effort to even suck up ants which to me seem less of an insect than a spider, but who am I to demonstrate class structure in our household? As gross as it is to corner the bug and suck it up into a big plastic tube while fighting my insect phobia, I feel much better about releasing bugs back into the wild rather than killing them. The insects and I have a connection.

3. Laugh
I am so lucky to work with a bunch of people who make me laugh during the day. Sometimes I have so much fun at work over that I can't believe I'm getting paid to do a job that lets me be around such silly people. Sure my co-workers have bad days like the rest of us, but it's the possibility of laughter that gets us through the miserable times. It's kind of embarrassing how much I laugh during the day with these people.

4. Have Simple Pleasures
My fire-engine read coffee maker, FOX25 morning news, driving into work in my Mazda3, the DVR, our new bedroom carpet, the sound of my beagle snoring in her bunk, pomegranates and the possibility of owning an Apple Macbook are all things that make me appreciate getting out of bed in the morning.

5. Connect With People
I've been trying to climb out of my self-imposed social awkwardness shyness shell at work by talking to people in the elevators at work. I've been advised by one of my co-workers Rick (who is so awesome that he has 3 work wives including me although he doesn't know it yet) to just get in the elevator, don't make eye contact and look down at the floor. He knows elevators stress me out. I've had a past experience riding in the elevator with the president of the company that found me asking him the destination of a mysterious button in the elevator. (It turns out the button is installed in only one of the three elevators that goes to the roof of the building, but I asked him if it was the "mechanical penthouse" which made absolutely no sense at all.) But I press on trying to be friendly and open to idle chatter and small talk while taking the ride from the fourth floor down. It's good for me to step out of my comfort zone although I don't know how good it is for my reputation as I'm not very good at it yet.

6. Learn
I recently took a business trip to the Southwest which involved visiting San Luis and Tijuana, Mexico. It became painfully obvious to me that my passionate teenage resentment to learning a foreign language did finally catch up with me. I found myself in a country where I would have benefited knowing how to speak and read Spanish. While relying on the kindness of fluent strangers, I realized that I did myself a disservice by hating Spanish. Had I made an honest effort in high school to learn the language, I would have been comfortable ordering food in Mexico without having to point at a taco like some deaf mute. In my position at work, I regularly interact with people in Mexico that speak English far better than I could ever hope to speak Spanish. I was foolish to hate learning a foreign language and didn't realize back then that being bi-lingual would have been a substantial asset to my career. My advice is to be always be open to learning new things because you never know when you might need to know what it is you don't know now.

7. Rethink Your Mornings and Evenings
I've begun trying to get in the habit of respecting a routing to ease my daily stress. I have an automated coffee maker and now I set the coffee maker to 6am so that when I wake up in the morning, I won't have to stumble over to it trying to coordinate placing the filter in the basket and not spilling coffee grinds everywhere because I'm half awake. I do my best to lay out my clothes the night before and make sure the dishwasher is filled with the dirty dishes of the day so Spencer can run a cycle the following morning. I'm all about fine-tuning the morning/evening routines. It's helped me get to work earlier and has allowed me to go to bed happy.

8. Celebrate Your Successes
It's so easy for me to berate myself for the things that I haven't accomplished yet. But when I think right this very instant about a recent success, I'll have to be proud of surviving this first year without my mother. Of course I knew that I could survive after she died on November 29th of last year, but I secretly feared that my feelings about her death would spill over into work. I worried that I would be so consumed by grief that it would negatively impact my job performance. I imagined being called into the office by my boss asking why my performance had tanked or finding myself at the local pharmacy every month getting a refill of Prozac just so I could get through the day. But I managed to be very strong this year and not let my feelings about what happened to my mom affect me at work. Hardly anyone that has worked with me knew how deeply I missed my mother this year and I'm proud that I was able to separate my personal life from my work life. It's this secret success I'm most proud of.