Friday, November 30, 2007

NaBloPoMo, sucka!

Before today gets away from me -- I'm going crazy-go-nuts at work, prepping for a huge event next week -- I just had to say:
WOO HOO! I blogged every day in November for NaBloPoMo 2007! This year seemed easier than last year, although I do admit to having to come up with something really quickly and particularly inane a couple of times. I know I wasn't the only one. Mmm, hmm. You know who you are. *wink, wink*

There were also a few weekend nights where I had to rush home to make the midnight blogging deadline, but it was fun and all in the name of NaBloPoMo.

Many thanks to all of you who stuck around to read my 30 daily posts, especially those of you who commented so frequently. I try my best to spread the comment love, too. And a special shoutout to those of you who discovered my blog via the NaBloPoMo challenge. I found a lot of great new sites, even if they did increase my backlog of posts to read. (Google Reader tells me that I have 215 new blog posts today. See all those blogs listed in the left column of my site? I try to read all of those, plus more that haven't made it to that list yet. I'm insane, I know.)

And speaking of Heroes a la the graphic above, I totally feel like Kristen Bell's character. I've been extra static-y lately and have shocked myself on everything and everyone I know. Yesterday I shocked myself when I stuck my hand in a bowl filled with water that I had to wash! OUCH!

Anyhow, here's to a lovely December filled with more blogging, more happiness and hopefully less static. May it be electric in so many other ways!

"The common idea that success spoils people by making them vain, egotistic, and self-complacent is erroneous, on the contrary, it makes them for the most part, humble, tolerant, and kind. Failure makes people bitter and cruel." - W. Somerset Maugham

Thursday, November 29, 2007

Playin' hooky

Thanks for all the compliments on my new hair! I never expected such the lovely reaction, so thanks for making this blog gal feel so loved!

After a busy day at work, a bit of a sinus headache and general frustration with my six-session Italian class, I ended up skipping tonight's class. And I probably won't go to the next class, which is the last one. The instructor is ok when he's actually teaching us, but he spends a majority of the time telling us sad stories in English about how he was unhappily married here in America for 35 years and could never go back to Italy to live out his retirement because he only has $100K and would be considered a loser there. I feel sorry for the ol' guy, but I'm not getting the most out of my investment of time nor money. He assigns us homework that he doesn't check nor refer back to, so there's little incentive to do it. I have the text book he created, which thankfully only cost me $10, and I can read that when I'm in the mood to learn more about the language. Sad, but true.

I took some meds to get rid of my sinus headache, so Brent and I went to the nearby Caribbean place for dinner. I got a sandwich, which soaked the paper lining the plate. Halfway through my meal I realized that about two and a half square inches of the paper under my sandwich had disappeared. INTO MY BELLY WITH THE SANDWICH! Oops.

We came home and watched Brent's episode of the game show, That's The Question, which aired tonight. We laughed as we watched his reaction over and over again in slow motion during the final round, specifically when he realized that he knew the final answer and was going to win the $5,000 grand prize. Yup. He won $5,000! Throughout our Italy trip we would get all giggly, knowing that a bunch of our trip would be covered with his prize money. My baby made me so very proud.

Later this evening, in a very spur of the moment decision, Brent and I went to visit justJENN at a late-night crafts fair where she was selling her deliciously cute wares. Brent wasn't so much into the crafts, but he did love the free brie. And he enjoys hanging out with Jenn, so he had a good time.

On our way home we stopped for some soft serve yogurt from McD's. You know what a standard McD's soft serve cone should look like, right? With that in mind, check out the bad boy on the left.
Soft serve gone wild
Compare it to the one on the right and you'll see that the left one has about 50% more yogurt than a typical cone.

The McD's employee handed the cones over with an Urkel-ish "Did I do that?" sort of look in her eyes. It tasted fine, even if it looked bizarre-o. I found myself in a mad licking dash to prevent a meltdown - literally.

"But I really want to leave my mark this time. Like remember that summer at Dairy Queen when I cooled my feet in the soft serve?" - George Costanza, Seinfeld

Wednesday, November 28, 2007

Hair apparent

I was on the fence about what I wanted to do with my hair before my appointment tonight. I went back and forth between continuing to let it grow long and doing something kind of fun and different. The past few weeks I hadn't done much with my hair other than a ponytail, too lazy to dry and style it. That's the telltale sign that I'm not feeling the current style anymore.

I played with the InStyle hair makeover application, but absolutely nothing looked good on me in the faux makeover. I figured out that I wanted something between chin- and shoulder-length, so I sought out some pics along those lines. I narrowed it down to five styles and sent the collage of photos to the 16 girls who make up my lovely SFAMily (Sisters From Another Mister, comprised of lovely women I met on TheKnot.com while planning my wedding). I sent my thoughts about each photo (e.g., bad with my chubby cheeks?, I like the longish bags, too severe of a cut?, etc.). The SFAMily sent me their comments and helped me narrow it down to two styles. And by the time I sat down in my stylists' chair, I knew exactly what I wanted.

My stylist, whom I've been going to since moving to LA in 2000, is awesome. Email me if you are in the LA area and want her info. She's amazing and best of all, an amazing deal! I have so many friends who see and love her.

She got a big kick out of my collage and accompanying comments and loved that I had polled my girlfriends for feedback. She also loved the styles I chose and assured me that it'd work with my face shape, hair texture, etc.

So, for your viewing pleasure, here are some pics of my cut.

My new cut

My new cut

Don't mind if I say so myself, but I LOVE IT! Seriously! It turned out better than I expected! And it's a little hard to tell in the above pics, but it has a lot of body, which I really wanted. I had lost that in my long locks. We chopped off a good four inches. Love it, love it, love it!

Brent is at the UCLA game with his dad tonight, so I was on my own for dinner. I made it to the nearby Bay Cities Deli minutes before closing, just in time for my celebratory sandwich. Yup, I said it. I wanted to celebrate my new do! With a sandwich!

And the new cut is already getting rave reviews. It may have been the cause of three of the deli counter workers fighting over who got to make my sandwich! Seriously! And a guy next to me in line wanted to have a deep discussion about the meaning of the Celtic-looking medallion on my necklace. He said he was looking to get something similar in solid gold for Christmas. He was taken aback when I replied, "Um, I think I got it at Target." He continued to chat me up. Maybe he was just being friendly. Maybe it was the hair. Maybe it was my rockin' confidence. Mmm, hmm.

"I’m not saying I had a meteoric rise. But I did. And if they knew how much I was paying for my haircut now, they wouldn’t be giving me a noogie. It was $200." - Ryan, The Office

Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Mind the goof

The scene: Brent and I in the car, on the way to the movies.

Brent: Traffic isn't so bad. We should get there in time.
Me: Or not.
Brent: Wait! I'm supposed to be the pessimistic one. You are the... PEP-TIMISTIC ONE! Get it?...PEP-TIMISTIC!

Heh.

On a total tangent, did you hear about the big news out of London? They fired the woman who does the voice of a lot of the London tubes! She's the "Mind the Gap" girl! Her name is Emma Clarke. It's an interesting controversy.

If I understand it correctly, the tube says they got rid of her because she said in an interview that the tube is dreadful. She says she was misquoted and said that she doesn't ride the tube because it's dreadful to hear her own voice over and over again. She said that they fired her because on her personal site she posted satirical audio announcements. Hopefully the tube system will get a sense of humor and give Emma her job back.

Update: Here's a link to the spoof announcements.

"You look as beautiful as the Queen of England." - Dwight
"Thank you. Don’t linger. Break left." - Angela, The Office

Monday, November 26, 2007

Game on, again

*SPOILER ALERT if you want to wait until I post videos to see how I did on the game show*

So, for those of you who happened to catch my game show appearance earlier this month, you saw that while I may have been poised and (hopefully) seemingly smart for at least part of it, I did not win. (I promise to upload the episode to YouTube and here as soon as I get my little hands on the DVD.)

My competitor was good and I think we were fairly matched, but I flubbed on some easy ones and could have used a better strategy when it came to winning the rounds. I think I answered the round-ending questions too early instead of playing longer to earn more points. Oh, well. I had fun and now I'm reconnected with my game show contact who will hopefully put me on more shows when I'm eligible again.

And all is not lost. In fact, my hottie hubby Brent auditioned for the show, wow-ed them with his smarts (didn't miss a single question on the audition quiz, which was different than the one I took, so there really was no cheating) and played on an episode that's airing this Thursday, the 29th. Without giving too much away yet, let's just say that he did better than I did. And his awesome game play made our Italy trip that much sweeter. If you can, you should tune in to see if he won the $500 prize or earned the big $5,000 grand prize. For now my lips are sealed.

"Jim Halpert. Pros: smart, cool, good-looking. Remind you of anybody you know? Cons: not a hard worker. I can spend all day on a project, and he will finish the same project in a half an hour. So that should tell you something." - Michael, The Office

Sunday, November 25, 2007

And on this farm they took some pictures. E-I-E-I-O

One of the many reasons I love living in Santa Monica is the Sunday Farmer's Market on Main Street. I know it's mentioned in every other weekend recap of mine -- we go through withdrawals if we go too long without visiting -- but I realized today that I've never shared pics of our favorite local activity.

So, here ya go!

There are two rows of tents and a large grassy area where folks sit, eat and enjoy the live music. (This grassy area is where we spotted Helen Hunt recently.) The musicians are always varied. Today it was a jazz trio. A few weeks ago it was a large percussion group.
All the tents Tons o' people

We enjoy admiring the beautiful veggies, and usually leave with some eggplant or other tasty treats to grill.
Veggies Eggplants

No trip is complete without a visit to the Rockenwagner Bakery booth for some delicious pretzel rolls, which are exactly what they sound like -- rolls made out of pretzel bread and topped with salt. These bad boys could make a grown man cry. And that grown man is my husband.
Rockenwagner Bakery Pretzel rolls!

This little parking lot of fruit, veggies and local vendor goodness is our little slice of local heaven.

"[brainstorming for a new book] What about this: a tribe of asparagus children, but they're self-conscious about the way their pee smells." - Eugene, Elf

Saturday, November 24, 2007

Where there's smoke...

Doing a whole lotta nothing, but that's exactly the vacation I needed.

Last night South African Ballerina Jen and I saw Across the Universe. I'm glad we were able to catch it while it was still in the theater. It was a visually stunning film, which was perfect for the big screen, not to mention the amazing musical performances of Beatles' songs. I heard somewhere that there are only 30 minutes of total non-musical dialog in the two-hour film. If you've seen the film, be sure to check out all the great trivia about it on imdb.

This morning Brent and I headed down to the 3rd Street Promenade. We had brunch and then strolled over to where the weekend Farmer's Market should have been. Instead we were greeted by fire trucks, policemen and yellow tape blocking the street. Apparently someone flicked a cigarette into one of the electrical grates, starting an electrical fire. There was no Farmer's Market to be seen and they evacuated the Apple Store, along with most of the block. This happened last year in that same area and caused some manhole covers to blow after the electrical fire led to an explosion.

There's also another Malibu fire, which we can smell from our place. The plumes of smoke are also visible to the northwest of us. Thankfully the crazy wind from last night has died down. I hope this one gets taken care of quickly with minimal damage. Poor Southern California is just barely recovering from the last blast of fires.

"Joe McCarthy, Richard Nixon, Studebaker, television, North Korea, South Korea, Marilyn Monroe. RYAN STARTED THE FIRE!" - Dwight, The Office

Friday, November 23, 2007

More, more, more

My apologies for leaving you hanging with my Chef Gordon Ramsay mini-post earlier this week. I also forgot to bloggingly thank Jodi for inviting Jenn and me to join her. I jumped at the chance to see Chef Ramsay. I've been a Chef Ramsay fan for a few years now. Brent and I love the British version of his Kitchen Nightmares. The American version is ok, but it's not as documentary-style as the original, which we prefer.

Anyhow, the panel was thoroughly entertaining, even if it felt a little short. Chef Ramsay was actually quite pleasant despite his hard-as-nails reputation. He told some funny stories, including one about a former French girlfriend he had while living in France. "It was like sleeping with a Rottweiler on your chest every night. I learned a lot from her... about French," he said. Let's just say he doesn't hold back. He and the producers of the American versions of Hell's Kitchen and Kitchen Nightmares also talked some trash about how Top Chef likes to steal their challenge ideas, and joked about how Hell's Kitchen rejects end up as contestants on Top Chef. Dahahaha!

He also mentioned that his favorite restaurants are AOC, Cut, Pizzeria Mozza, Sona and surprisingly In 'N Out. Those were already high on my list of must-trys, but now I really must go. (Except for In 'N Out. I'm already a fan.)

So, there ya go.

Last night we enjoyed a wonderful Thanksgiving at my fabulous in-laws'. My mother-in-law is such a great hostess. Check out the lovely table setting! Little turkey napkin rings and everything! She said she paid extra attention to how the table looked in case it ended up on my blog. Hee, hee.

Thanksgiving place settings

My mother-in-law whipped up a most delicious meal, including turkey (the most tender EVER!), mashed potatoes, gravy, sweet potatoes, two kinds of cranberries, two kinds of stuffing and some squash especially for my vegetarian bro-in-law. Oh, and pumpkin pie with whipped cream. All homemade, including the whipped cream!

This morning I did not get up to battle any of the crazy Black Friday crowds. Instead I spent most of the afternoon on my comfy couch, crossing off about 90% of our holiday gift list with some online shopping. It's funny how a day could be simultaneously lazy AND productive.

"Hey Betty, how about lunch at the In N' Out Burger? Okay, forget the burger, how about just the In N' Out? [she sneers at him] Ok, how about just the In?" - Fletch, Fletch Lives

Thursday, November 22, 2007

Let's eat turkey in my big brown shoe

In high school Shelby and I, along with our group of friends, were fans of Adam Sandler. One of our favorite songs was his Thanksgiving Song. And it's become my own personal tradition to revisit the song each Thanksgiving. Today I'm sharing it with you.


"Turkey lurkey doo and turkey lurkey dap. I eat that turkey then I take a nap." - Thanksgiving Song, Adam Sandler

Wednesday, November 21, 2007

Eating Crowe

I can't tell ya how excited I am to have 4 1/2 days off. I only had to work three hours today, thanks to my awesome co-workers who were able to finish our big tasks so quickly. Woo hoo!

After work I went to Target then dragged myself to the gym where I burned some calories in anticipation of tomorrow's Thanksgiving celebration.

I napped for a bit -- I looooove afternoon naps -- then joined Brent and my in-laws at the movies to see American Gangster. For some reason I was on the fence about seeing it, although I can't tell you exactly why. I'm so glad I decided to go. It was a great story and the cast was amazing. And now I must admit that I really do like Russell Crowe, at least as an actor. Sometimes I have a hard time separating the crazy personal lives of celebrities that we hear about in tabloids from their talent, such as Tom Cruise. But I've given in with Russell Crowe. Between 3:10 to Yuma and American Gangster I've put aside his phone-throwing reputation and I'm officially a fan.

"The land down under. We are gonna get drunk with Russell Crowe and we're gonna head-butt some goddamn kangaroos." - Ari Gold, Entourage

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

Blogging mathematically

A panel with Chef Gordon Ramsay discussing Hell's Kitchen, Kitchen Nightmares and his favorite LA restaurants + Jodi from Snarky Dork + justJENN + late dinner at The Farm of Beverly Hills + cupcakes from Crumbs Bakeshop = Fabulous evening and a tired Nanette

Update: Jenn posted a more thorough recap, including a picture she snapped before security put a stop to it.

"Our lives are not in the lap of the gods, but in the lap of our cooks." - Lin Yutang

Monday, November 19, 2007

Rollin' in

It's quite foggy out in my neck of the woods. Check out this picture, which Brent took after dinner.

A foggy night in Santa Monica

It's hard to tell form the pic, but it wasn't far off from the thick fog in my hometown that would cause school to be cancelled.

"Gee, even the movie "The Fog" didn't have this much fog." - Tom Servo, Mystery Science Theater

Sunday, November 18, 2007

Talking shop

I visit Target about once a week. And when I go in for just a couple of quick necessities, I inevitably leave with at least a few other items that I cannot live without -- or just look pretty dangling from my ears, decorating my desk or sound good in my CD player.

In addition to my lil' ol' blog here, I'll be contributing to Inside My Target Cart, a blog started by justJENN for Target addicts like us to chat about out latest purchases.

So be sure to check out the new site and our latest Tar-jay finds. I posted my inaugural post earlier today.

"I was so upset when Daddy told me I had to get a job that I went shopping to calm down." - Jill Green, Friends

Saturday, November 17, 2007

Ladies on the Gama-Go

Today JustJENN and I headed out to Los Feliz for a clearance sale for Gama-Go, a line of clothing and accessories with a Paul Frank-sorta feel.

It was held at a little bar called the Bigfoot Lodge. Jenn and I arrived early and were the second group in line, which was fairly long by the time the sale began. We were rewarded for our patience with a set of free pins. Even though the sales associates warned us before letting us in that it was dark inside, we were still surprised by the lack of light. We managed, though, to brave the darkness and crowds to score some great deals.

I left with some really cute shirts for me. (Click the photo to enlarge.)
My shirts from Gama-go

And I picked up some handbags and coin purses, some of which will make great gifts if I can will myself to part with them. They're all so cute! (Click the photo to enlarge.)
Bags and coin purses

Now I'm sitting at home enjoying some mini Tootsie Pops that Jenn brought for me.
Mini Tootsie Pops

"Malls are just awful and humiliating. They’re just store after store of these horrible salespeople making a big fuss out of an adult shopping in a junior’s section. There are petite adults who are sort of … smaller, who need to wear … maybe a kids’ size 10." - Angela, The Office

Friday, November 16, 2007

Membership has its privileges... at times

Thank you for all the lovely delurking! My site averages 250 page views daily, so I just knew there were some readers who hadn't made themselves known yet. If I haven't already, I will visit all the sites of the folks who revealed themselves. Woo hoo! I'm woefully behind on my blog reading, but I'll get there - I promise!

In other news, John Mayer almost gave me a heart attack yesterday. As a John Mayer fan club member I had the opportunity to take part in a special pre-sale for an upcoming benefit show at the new Nokia Live theater in Downtown Los Angeles. The show sounds amazing! It's to raise money for John's charity, Back To You, and will feature John acoustically, then John with his trio, then John with his full band. As Brent says, it's a John Mayer sampler platter, which sounds absolutely delicious!

I was not a happy camper when I logged onto the fan club site yesterday before the 10 a.m. sale time, clicked the "buy now" button as soon as it appeared after numerous refreshes, and was told that there were no tix left!

This happened to me when I tried to get tix for John's show at the Hollywood Bowl earlier this year. Luckily he added another night at the Bowl, which I was able to get decent seats for. I understand that being a fan club member never guarantees you great seats, or seats at all, in fact, to any artist's show. (Although the Hannah Montana fan club members apparently didn't read the fine print.) It's still aggravating when you're not able to get any tix.

I like how Maroon 5's fan club handles fan club ticket sales. First, I've never had issues getting any seats. And, yes, I know that John Mayer is more globally appealing than M5, but still, they are popular. Ya can't deny that. Second, after you purchase tickets through the M5 fan club, they do a random drawing from all the fan club members for the first row or so. Then the rest of the fan club seats are assigned via seniority, so peeps like me who have been fan club members for 5+ years get paid back for our loyalty. You lose seniority if you don't renew your membership annually. Lastly and best of all, you can only pick up the fan club tix at will-call. This keeps scalpers from across the country from trying to buy tix via the fan club and sell them on craigslist or ebay for outrageous prices.

Shortly after the fan club pre-sale started yesterday for the John Mayer show, tickets were already up on ebay and going for more than $5,000! Out. Of. Control. And so not fair to fans like me who were shit out o' luck during the pre-sale thanks to the asshat scalpers. The worst part is that this is for a benefit show. John Mayer is doing an auction for front row tix, but the money from that is going toward his charity, not into the pockets of scalpers. Ugh.

So, I wasn't able to get tix via the fan club pre-sale, but in a strange twist of fate Ticketbastard Ticketmaster came through for me. Yesterday I received an email with a password to a special internet pre-sale through Ticketmaster. Granted, it came 2 hours after the Ticketmaster pre-sale started, but I was able to get decent seats. At this point I'm just happy to have any seats at all because this show is going to be fantastic and I would have been a very sad Nanners if I weren't there to witness it.

"And it stings when it's nobody's fault cause there's nothing to blame. At the drop of your name, it's only the air you took and the breath you left." - Split Screen Sadness, John Mayer

Thursday, November 15, 2007

Come out, come out, wherever you are

National Delurking Week isn't officially until January, but I'm curious now.

So if you're a lurky loo who rarely leaves or has never left a comment, do me a favor and make yourself known. Tell me where you're from, what your blog is if you have one and how you found my site if you remember.

My regular readers, please join in the fun, too. Maybe my readers who don't know about your site will decide to swing by.

"If I ever forget my lines in Shakespeare, I always say 'Crouch we here awhile and lurk!' That seems to do the trick." - Carnforth Greville, In The Bleak Midwinter

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

All my mistakes have become masterpieces

Last night's concert was quite nice. Teitur was the opening act, and a replacement opening act, at that. I felt a little sad for him that only a tiny handful of the large audience knew who he was, but everyone seemed to enjoy it. It was vastly different from the show he headlined in March at a tiny LA club filled with Teitur fans.

Last night I couldn't necessarily sing along to his songs because it'd end up being a Teitur/Nanette duet in the quiet concert hall. So I just enjoyed his beautiful harmonies.
Teitur
Brent and I stuck around to catch a few songs from the headliner, KT Tunstall. We only know a couple of her songs, and while we enjoyed what we saw and heard, we didn't feel compelled to stay for her entire performance. Our feet were hurting and it was getting hot inside the venue.
KT Tunstall
On our way out, I spotted Teitur! I stopped Brent and then asked Teitur for a picture. I mentioned that I was the one who had emailed him via MySpace and he seemed to remember me. He thanked me for coming out to the show. I was tempted to tell him that I sat in an hour of traffic to come see him, but I was already babbling as it was. I was also tempted to invite him to come live in our guest room and pay him for private concerts with scones and homemade jam, but the words just wouldn't come out.

I'm a happy little concert goer, if you hadn't already guessed.
Me and Teitur
Brent's finger was on the flash, but Teitur's music is mysterious and goes with the whole shadowy mystique.

"Who is to say who wins or who loses? I sing to myself at the end of the day when I know what the blues is. And all my mistakes have become masterpieces." - All my mistakes, Teitur

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Happy to be wrong

Remember how sad I was that I'd be missing Teitur's concert, which I thought was last Sunday evening? I was WRONG! It's tonight! And I'm going! And I'm so excited, if you can't tell by all my exclamation points!

Three concerts within one week - I haven't done that in a while.

Best of all? Brent's going with me. This is one of the few artists we both like. I'm imagining a nice, quite evening with our lovely Teitur. Can't wait!

"Once your name was but a wisper, a simple wish upon that tongue. And staring at your shadow is like staring at the sun. And in this dark dark hour, you still illuminate a room." - Let's Go Dancing, Teitur

Monday, November 12, 2007

Tasting, tasting, 1...2...3...

Growing up in Central California and going to school on the Central California coast didn't exactly expose me to a ton of culinary options. Fine dining was a meal at Red Lobster. Actually, that is still the case for my mom, but I have no problem with that. My roots may be simple but I've definitely expanded my eating horizons. I'll try anything once, maybe more.

One of the many things I love about my in-laws is that they appreciate a good meal. When I first moved to LA, they would look for new kinds of foods for me to try. "Have you ever had Jamaicaan food? How about Oaxacan? Caribbean? No? Let's go!" They also appreciate trying out the hottest restaurants in LA. They're friends with two LA food critics, including one of the Zagat authors, so they get the inside scoop on places we should try.

Last night we celebrated my mother-in-law's birthday at an LA restaurant called Providence. It's on Melrose in the building where Patina was before it moved to the Disney Concert Hall. The chef is known for his inventive seafood creations and outstanding presentation. You can order a la carte, but most patrons recommend one of the tasting menus. The restaurant has a Michelin Star, which is a rare honor, and is voted one of the top 40 restaurants in the U.S. by Gayot.

There are three tasting menus to choose from: the 5-course, the 9-course and the chef's choice, which includes whatever the chef feels like bringing you. We opted for the 9-course tasting menu. I did my best to remember the details, but there were so many great flavors going on that it was hard to keep them straight. Short of taking notes -- and I'm not that nuts -- I did the best I could to remember.

We started with three amuse bouches: a gelataneous gin and tonic with a lime that we were instructed to squeeze over the gelatin to get it to foam (sorry it's so dark), a delicate bubble filled with a mojito that we put on our tongue then popped against the roof of our mouth, and lastly a watermelon juice with a touch of wasabi -- not too spicy for me -- and some beans I can't remember the name of.
Amuse bouche 1Amuse bouche 2
Amuse bouche 3

First course was scallops. Excuse the bad pic. The dish was light and delicious. Second course was pieces of butter lobster under a thin layer of some gelatin, which was also tasty. The lobster was so tender and delicate and amazing and I would like to be buried in it, thankyouverymuch.
Course 1 - Scallops Course 2 - Butter lobster

Third course was halibut served on a bed of ragu. The halibut was fluffy, which is not easy to do with fish. Amazing! Fourth course was salmon served with baby mushrooms and crispy salmon skin in a tasty foam, which I can't seem to recall the flavor of.
Course 3 - Halibut Course 4 -Salmon

Fifth course was a tuna tartare served with a side of toasted brioche. We were told that we could eat the tartare on its own or spread on the toast. I opted for the latter. I'll take any opportunity to have toasted brioche. I'd build my next house with it if I could. This pairing was scrumptious! Sixth course was a very tender veal served over a scoop of super soft mashed potatoes and some sort of reduction. So freakin' good.
Course 5 - Tuna tartare Course 6 - Veal

Seventh course -- are ya still with me? -- was a platter of cheeses that we collectively chose from the cheese cart. We had a combination of delicious hard and soft market cheeses, served with sides of candied walnuts, apple jam, figs and bread. I'd like all my meals to include cheese plates, please. Eighth course was a carrot sorbet on a small bed of wasabi peas. That was the one thing I did not enjoy, but everyone else did.
Course 7 - Cheese plate Course 8 - Sorbet

Ninth course was a dessert that included a braised pear, cake, miso ice cream (salty, but surprisingly good), huckleberries and a "huckleberry brush," which is that streak of red along the plate. Not only was it beautiful, it was super tasty! They brought out a post-dessert treat that included chocolate macaroons that reminded me of teeny tiny hamburgers, caramels with anise (or lavender, as Brent claims) and salt, and chocolate truffles.
Course 9 - Dessert Desserts, part 2

Nine courses sounds like a lot, but really each dish is only a few bites. Plus, it was spread out over FOUR HOURS, so it wasn't as oh-my-god-I'm-going-to-die-because-my-stomach-is-about-explode as you may think.

My in-laws were super cute during the meal. My father-in-law loved that I was taking pics of the food and he'd ask me after each course serving, "Did you get a pic, Nanners?" And my mother-in-law, who is a recent reader of my blog, requested that I be sure to mention on here that we were at dinner for four hours.

It really was an unforgettable meal with great company and I'm sure the birthday gal had a blast, too.

"Yes, I have decided to shun Andy Bernard for the next three years. Which I’m looking forward to. It’s an Amish technique. It’s like slapping someone with silence. I was shunned from the age of four until my sixth birthday for not saving the excess oil from a can of tuna." - Dwight, The Office

Sunday, November 11, 2007

Sunday with a mochi on top

Last night's Swell Season concert was fantastic, as expected.
Swell Season

They performed songs from the movie's soundtrack, as well as Glen Hansard's own songs. And rumor has it that Jenna Fischer --- aka Pam from The Office -- was there, although sadly I did not see her.

Most of last night's music was slow, intense and took most of the audience to a calmer place. A family a few rows ahead of us was rockin' out, bobbing their heads wildly with their hands in the air. It just seemed so out of place for that type of music.

Also, out of seemingly nowhere, a man three seats over from us jumped up out of his seat during one of the quietest moments of the show to yell at one half of the lesbian couple who was sitting next to us. He said something along the lines of, "Stay out of my seat, bitch!" with his chest all puffed out. The surrounding audience members got him to cool off and finally sit back down after it looked as though he was going to hit her. I think he may have pushed her, too. We don't know if she was actually doing something that rightfully pissed him off or if he was just hypersensitive and not happy about sitting next to lesbians. We're leaning toward the latter. He had a homophobe kind of vibe going on. Whatever the case, it was totally inappropriate.

After the show Brent asked me if the lead male musician (Glen Hansard) was dating the lead female musician (Markéta Irglová) in real life. They are love interests in the movie, Once, for those of you who are not familiar. I didn't think so, but Brent saw him give her a fairly intense on-mouth kiss at one point. A little online research later than evening revealed that they are in fact dating and have been since filming the movie, which was probably at least a year and a half ago. The strange thing is, though, that he's 37 now. And she's 19! She was still in high school when they began dating and she had to leave filming early to finish her final exams. Now, I'm fine with large age differences amongst couples, but isn't a little weird that she was that young? High school young? Maybe it's just me.

This morning justJENN joined Brent, his brother and me for a trip to the Museum of Contemporary Art for the Murakami exhibit. It was filled with really cool Japanese pop art composed of vibrant colors, cheerful flowers, sharp-toothed freaky mice and some non-safe-for-kids'-eyes pieces. Oh, and a Louis Vutton store featuring Murakami collaborations, which wasn't as extensive or impressive as we'd hoped. We did enjoy the exhibit overall.

After the gallery, we went to the nearby Little Tokyo for some imagawayaki from a place called Mitsuri -- imagine a thick silver dollar pancake filled with sweet red bean paste. We also visited Mikawaya, a sweet shop across the way that's famous for mochi ice cream. We picked up some mochi to go. I joked that the pink and green mochi would have been perfect at our wedding!
Mochi

It's been a great weekend so far, which we'll end with an amazing meal tonight in honor of my fabulous mother-in-law's birthday.

Marcie: It looks like a stack of tomato cans in a supermarket.
Peppermint Patty: What do you mean supermarket? That's pop art! What's the matter with you, Marcie? Don't you know pop art when you see it?
- There's No Time for Love, Charlie Brown

Saturday, November 10, 2007

Party pooped

I've drunk-blogged, but never half-awake blogged.

I just woke from a two-hour nap. Maybe longer. My mind is still thick with the post-nap fog but I realized that I hadn't blogged today and we're leaving for a concert soon.

Brent and I went to one of justJENN's fabulous birthday parties for her 2-year-old. I think my body was overwhelmed by the cuteness of all the kids and playing with as many as I could. Plus, I may have crashed from all the sugar I ate -- half of an amazingly cute Elmo cupcake, half of a giant piece of Paradise Cake, four kinds of ice cream and one mini Tootsie Pop, which I had no idea existed! I think I need to order a jar for my desk.

Whew. Ok, I'm a little more awake and it's almost time to go.

"I feel it all, I feel it all. The wings are wide, the wings are wide. Wild card in sight, wild card in sight." - I Feel It All, Feist

Friday, November 09, 2007

Front and center

I'm quite exhausted but still high from last night's phenomenal concert.

Last night Tori and I took the shuttle from downtown's Jonathan Club, a private social club that Tori's dad belongs to, to the Staples Center. It was so nice not to have to deal with parking there.

We had to pick up our tix at Will Call because I bought them through the fan club. Members are required to show ID to get the tix as a way to discourage scalpers from joining the fan club and having the tix sent to them so they can jack up the prices when they sell them to other people weeks/months before the shows.

I knew our seats would be good, but how good were they? Well, I screamed when we saw that our seats were 4th row center!

We grabbed a quick bite at the bar/grill in the Staples Center then made it to our seats just in time to catch The Hives. (We skipped Phantom Planet.) I knew one of The Hives' songs -- Hate To Say I Told You So -- but other than that I wasn't familiar with them. Oh, I did remember that they made their debut around the same time as The Vines, The White Stripes and other 1-to-2 word band names that I couldn't keep straight.

The Hives put on such a great show! They are one of the most energetic and animated performers I've ever seen! And their music was pretty good, too! I'm definitely a new fan and will try to catch them next time they're in town.

Before Maroon 5 hit the stage, we chatted with a woman sitting next to me in the one seat between me and the aisle. Her name was Marcy and she's living in San Luis Obispo, which is where Tori and I met while we were in college! While talking about how awesome our seats were, she asked how we got them. I explained and then I asked her. Apparently on Monday she decided she wanted to see Maroon 5 while her husband was out of town. San Luis Obispo is equidistant between LA and San Jose, so she checked both shows for tickets. San Jose only had nosebleed seats left, so she was ecstatic when she checked the LA show and found there was a fourth row seat left! How cool is that?!

After a brief intermission, Maroon 5 took the stage. I can't even begin to tell you how amazing they are. Obviously I'm a bit bias as I'm a long-time fan, but seriously? One of their best shows yet for me! I love them in small venues like the Troubador show I saw earlier this year, but something about the monsterous crowd at the Staples Center, along with our kickass seats and the band's intense performance made last night so memorable.

Look how close we were to the band!
THIS is how close we were to the band

Here's a video clip I took last night during the song Secret. I had to tape it because if I didn't have the camera in my hands I was going to take off all my clothes. This song is soooo sexy. *sigh*

Also, because of our super close seats, Tori and I had at least a dozen moments of eye contact with Adam Levine, the lead singer. It's like he was singing those syrupy lyrics directly to US! Really, ya can't get better than that.

"Thoughts of you are tattooed on my mind, let me show you." - Can't Stop Thinking About You, Maroon 5

Thursday, November 08, 2007

A plethora of randomness

- I usually read one of my many magazines in bed before drifting off to sleep. Last night it was an issue of P.layboy that Brent brought home for work so I could check out the K.im K.ardashian spread. (Pun-intended. Get it?) He brought it home not because I'm a pervert but because I've seen the show a couple times. I didn't read the mag too long before turning out the light, but I really was reading it for the articles. As for K.im's photos? Eh, not as great as I would have expected, actually.

- I had surgery yesterday to trim back the gum around one of my teeth to expose more of the tooth for a crown to hold onto. The procedure itself wasn't too bad and I'm not in any pain, but the healing process is pretty regimented. I have to take ibuprofen every five hours and rinse twice a day with this neon blue mouthwash.

- I'm ahead of the holiday gifts curve. Yesterday gifts for four people on my list arrived!

- Tonight is the long-anticipated Maroon 5 concert at Staples! I don't know exactly where Tori and I are sitting, but I know they're going to be fabulous seats because I got them through the fan club, which assigns seats based on seniority. I've been a member a looooong time.

- Saturday is the Swell Season concert, the group of musicians from the movie, Once. So, so, so excited!

- I saw a MySpace bulletin for the musician, Teitur, whom Brent and I are big fans of. It was for a last-minute show at the Avalon this Sunday evening. I called the venue to make sure he was on the bill as he wasn't listed on the site as the opening act. I responded to the bulletin to see what was up and I received a personal response from Teitur himself! God, I love the internet! Sadly, I just realized that we already have plans Sunday evening and won't be able to catch our beloved Teitur after all. *tear*

- Don't forget to catch me tomorrow night on "That's the Question," airing the Game Show Network. I thankfully have lined up a copy of the show on DVD so I can upload it and share in here, but that may take a little while.

"Besides having sex with men, I would say The Finer Things Club is the gayest thing about me." - Oscar, The Office

Wednesday, November 07, 2007

Now I know my ABCs

Thanks, everyone, for your thoughtful words in response to my recent self-loathing. And I didn't mean to imply that there'd be some drastic change to my blogging. It's just that some of my own poor writing habits became more evident. Also, I've been enjoying so many episodes of This American Life lately, which interpret the most mundane stories in the most amazing ways, hence my feeling inspired to be a tad more exciting with my storytelling.

Having said all that, I'm nursing my gums after a minor dental surgery this afternoon, so now is a good time for a meme I've been working on that Daddy Dan tagged me for recently.

Rules: List a word that describes you for every letter of the alphabet. Offer as much or as little explanation as you wish. Please keep the words positive (for example, don’t use “fat” for F or “lame” for L), and feel free to get creative. Tag as many or as few people as you wish.

A: Animated - those of you who have met me can vouch for this

B: Blogger

C: Creative

D: Dreamer

E: Enthusiastic

F: Filipina - half

G: Giggily

H: Happy - it's so much easier than being sad!

I: Italiana

J: Jazzy - it's been a while since I've played in a jazz band, but I still appreciate the art form.

K: Kind - it's also much easier to be kind than mean, right?

L: Loving - my life is filled with people to love: my amazing husband, my family, my friends.

M: Mighty - I'll put up with so much, but I'm not afraid to stand up for what I believe in.

N: Nutty - as if you couldn't tell by reading my posts

O: Overjoyed

P: Pleasant

Q: Quizzical

R: Romantic

S: Silly

T: Talented

U: Upbeat

V: Voracious - Don't know if I'd call myself a "foodie," but I do appreciate a good meal. And I'm always hungry for more.

W: Wacky

X: Xylophone - I have one. Some day I'll dust it off and play it again.

Y: Youthful

Z: Zany

For this I'll tag:
Amber at Confessions of the Pink Obsessed
Kay at Til We Run Out of Road
Angela at According to Angela
Jenn at Jenn's Jedi Mind Trick

Don't feel compelled to do it, my dearly tagged, if you're not a meme fan.

Lastly, do any of my readers happen to:
- Have the Game Show Network
- Have TiVo or a DVR
- AND a way to burn a show to a DVD?

I'm trying to figure out how to get my upcoming game show appearance so I can upload it to YouTube or some other video-sharing site for peeps who don't have GSN. I think I can do that via a DVD, but I need to figure out how to get it on DVD.

Please let me know if you can help me out. I'll pay for the DVD and shipping. And I'll send you some baked goods when we finally get a new oven!


Trisha to the rescue! As if I didn't puffy heart her already!

"Educational television should be absolutely forbidden. It can only lead to unreasonable disappointment when your child discovers that the letters of the alphabet do not leap up out of books and dance around with royal-blue chickens." - Fran Lebowitz

Tuesday, November 06, 2007

Promises, promises

I hereby promise to limit the use of ellipses... especially unnecessary ellipses... (which is most of the time for me), along with unnecessary parentheses (I'm sure I can figure out a better way to express myself without parenthetical asides all the time, right?)

I know that there must be some of you who wonder how the hell someone pays me to be an editor with the way I write on my blog at times. Maybe it's just me, but I find that it's not easy to edit your own stuff. Yet I look back at some of my old posts and think, "Wow! My writing voice was way too passive!" or "Ugh! What's with that run-on sentence?"

I feel an increased need to improve my writing, as well as my storytelling overall. I'll try to make my tales more compelling and more digestible. And I thank you for putting up with my grammatical garbage, excessive ellipses and pitiful parentheses all this time.

"Boy, I can't stand these yuppie joints. Some bozo went through the bathroom, correcting all the grammar in the graffiti with a red pen." - Martin Crane, Frasier

Monday, November 05, 2007

Don't sweat it

I've been slacking in the gym department lately, so my hope was/is to make this the week I get recommitted to my hardcore workouts.

I thought I'd get up early this morning and try to trick my body into thinking it was 7 a.m. instead of 6 a.m., like it was prior to the time change. I laid out my clothes, gym towel, etc. and set my alarm. Somehow my hand wouldn't stop hitting the snooze alarm this morning, so I didn't drag myself out of bed in time for an a.m. workout.

I spent all day reminding myself that tonight I'd head straight to the gym after work. I arrived at the gym only to discover that I left my gym bag at home! It'd been in my car all last week, serving as the harsh reminder that it'd been too long since my last visit. However, I forgot that I took it out of my car before taking it to the mechanic on Saturday. Doh!

No big deal, I thought. I could just work out at home. Brent is at the UCLA game with his dad. I have the living room to myself, a DVD player to do one of my DVD workouts or the PlayStation 2 to burn a batch of calories via Dance Dance Revolution.

But wouldn't you know it - the DVD player isn't working! And the PS2 is disconnected because Brent's new Xbox 360 is taking up the necessary electronic connection. I will not tackle the madness of cords behind our mountain of electronics, so I had to improvise a workout with sit-ups, push-ups, leg lifts and other "um, what did my previous personal trainers teach me?" exercises.

Not quite the intense workout I usually do, but it was something, I suppose. A quality workout just wasn't in the stars for me today.

"I arise in the morning torn between a desire to save the world and a desire to savor the world. That makes it hard to plan the day." - E.B. White

Sunday, November 04, 2007

Sunday, Sunday, SUNDAY!

Yesterday I made a last-minute trip up to Visalia to see my friend, Andrea. We grew up together (friends since we were 4), and she lives in Virginia now with her husband. I hadn't seen her since her wedding last year, so I was excited at the chance to see her. Sadly, her trip was to attend her grandfather's funeral.

When I made it over the Grapevine (a 10-mile stretch of highway over some mountains, about an hour north of Los Angeles), the electronic marquees along the interstate warned of a freeway closure. "Highway 99 closed in 125 miles." I wasn't too worried as Visalia was about 15 miles south of the closure, but I was still surprised. The marquees continued to countdown the miles to the closure as I approached my destination. Then Brent called to ask where I was. He had just heard about the 100-car pile-up - the reason for the closure. 100 cars! It was due to thick fog (2-foot visibility) and perhaps also a drunk driver.

Accidents are quite common when you can't see the end of your car, but I've never known of an accident nearly that large in Central California, at least not in my lifetime. I'm sad for the few lives that were lost, but I'm glad it wasn't worse.

Upon my arrival, I spent more time with my nephew, who is starting to say "Auntie Nanette." YES! He's also learned how to shake his fist at you and mumble in baby-talk, "Ya wanna piece of this?" So. Freakin. Hilarious.

That evening I met up with Andrea and her cousin to try to find the elusive nightlife in our agricultural hometown. Three restaurant/bars later we found ourselves sipping cocktails, catching up, shunning the sad pick-up lines of a group of creepy guys and laughing at the patrons' unsuccessful attempts at riding a mechanical bull at Big Bubba's Bad BBQ.

This morning Andrea and I enjoyed breakfast at Mimi's Cafe (mmmm...pumpkin spice muffin...) then I hit the road for the 3-hour drive back. I needed to make it back in time to pick up my car from the mechanic. (I took Brent's car up to Visalia.) What started off as two new tires ended up as two new tires, an alignment, oil change, two new brake pads and rotors, a repaired rear tire (apparently I was driving with a NAIL in it) and something called a boot that was leaking fluid. (Ooooh, that's what was causing that funny noise?) And, no, this wasn't one of those let's-milk-this-unknowing-lady-for-all-she's-worth kinda thing. I had asked for everything but the nail and boot repairs. I knew my car needed some TLC. Still, $800+ is a sad chunk of change to drop into repairs.

In happier news, my episode of That's The Question is scheduled to air on Friday, Nov. 9 on the Game Show Network. (Airing times vary based on cable providers.) Did I win? Did I totally embarrass myself? Am I as you pictured me or do I sound like Mickey Mouse? Hmm...you'll have to tune in to see.

"Check to see if she’s faking. If a car hit me, it wouldn’t crack my pelvis. You know what. I bet she cracked it at home. Jumped in front of the car to get some worker’s comp." - Dwight, The Office

Saturday, November 03, 2007

Don't stand so close to me

Last night Brent and I saw Gone Baby Gone, a crime drama starring Casey Affleck. We both really enjoyed the movie. The cast was great and the plot lines were full of twists and turns.

The only thing I didn't enjoy during the movie was the crazy woman sitting next to me. In a full theater she was the only one who kept screaming when something surprising would happen (it's not a horror flick, no screaming necessary), sighing loudly, yelling out obvious plotpoints and stuff like, "OH MY GOD!" This was on top of being the loudest popcorn eater IN THE WORLD and slurping soda out of her can. I would have asked her to take it all down a notch, but I didn't want to cause a scene. This was the kind of movie you didn't want to miss a moment of, and I certainly didn't want to miss parts because I was battling with some looney.

I really hate anyone who takes my mind away from the movie, like that woman did. It's not fair to the rest of the people who paid to enjoy a theatrical experience. And yet somehow I *always* end up next to the crazies. It's not just in movies, though.

While waiting in line somewhere, I'll always end up next to the man or woman who insists on standing an inch away from me instead of the polite 6 inches or so that everyone else in the line seems to be obeying. If it's not the actual person, then it's their stuff, which is what happened to me at the craft store the other night. "What is that touching my arm?" It was the tulle fabric a woman was carrying. "And why does she keep moving closer? The line isn't moving and she's not going to get to register any faster by freaking me from behind. WTF?"

This happens to me all the time. Brent sees it happening to me, too, which helps me laugh about it -- at least for a little while.

"Society has always seemed to demand a little more from human beings than it will get in practice." - George Orwell

Friday, November 02, 2007

Alright, stop. Collaborate and listen

Inspired by Leslie at Adventures in Randomness, I put my iPod on shuffle. Here are the first 10 songs that came up, with a little something about each song. (Some of my uber-loyal readers may recall that I did something similar around this time last year, sans the "a little something about each song" part.) We're not supposed to skip songs, but I have a bunch of Brent's music on here, mostly stuff like Talib Kweli and A Tribe Called Quest so I did skip a couple of his songs that came up.

The song titles below link to YouTube videos, when available.

1. Wishing Well by Terence Trent D'Arby - This song reminds me of when I was in 5th grade and I was sporting a black eye that I had given myself during an accident in PE. Our school had a special assembly for the 6th graders. (I was in a 5th/6th mix, along with 10 other smart 5th graders, so I got to attend.) This is the song they were playing as we filed into the assembly, which turned out to be an anti-drug event hosted by Friday Night Live. They held a dance contest, where we all had to dance together so they could choose the best dancer. And they chose ME! At the time I thought I stood out because I was sporting a black eye, but thinking back, I may have had some good moves for a 5th grader. I won a t-shirt, which I wore very proudly.

2. Flow by Sade - I'm reminded of an old college boyfriend. And when I say "old," I mean he was 10 years older than me. He may or may not have been married. He didn't wear a wedding ring, and I would have never knowingly dated a married guy, but things with him got a little fishy toward the end so I wouldn't have been surprised if that turned out to be the case. Whatevs. When I asked him what kind of music he liked, the first thing he said was, "Sade." And I thought, "Dude, you're old." And now I'm old because I own some Sade.

3. Any Time Now by O.A.R. - My friend, Tori, introduced me to O.A.R.'s music. I have some of their songs and I like what I've heard, but I haven't really gotten into them yet. Their music is very laid back.

4. Why Georgia by John Mayer - This is one of his first songs that I really fell in love with. It falls under the "audible hug" category for me, too. I hear it and I like to imagine him in his early career, when he wrote this. And the lyrics resonate with me, including lines like, "I wonder sometimes about the outcome of a still verdictless life. Am I living it right?" This song also reminds me of my friend, South African Ballerina Jen, because she lived in Georgia when she first moved to the States.

5. High and Dry by Jamie Cullum - I like Radiohead's original version, but I love Jamie's take on it. This song made me a Jamie Cullum fan.

6. Doing the Unstuck by The Cure - One of my many jobs in college was working in a record store. It was there that I "discovered" The Cure and I bought all their CDs from our used CDs section. Then they came out with their "best of" CD, which had all the songs I was trying to collect. I'm also reminded of the time I stayed the night at a friend's house in high school and I woke up in the middle of the night wondering why she had a poster of Edward Scissorhands. Turns out it was Robert Smith, lead singer of The Cure.

7. Whatta Man by Salt-N-Pepa - I loved this song when it came out during my sophomore year of high school. I still know most of the lyrics of that and Salt-N-Pepa's Shoop. Have you seen the new reality show about Salt and Pepa's reunion on Vh1? Salt left the group abruptly years ago and reluctantly agrees to a potential reunion, although now Salt is a good Christian and doesn't want to sing some of Salt-N-Pepa's provocative lyrics.

8. Circles by Incubus - All things Incubus take me back to when I first moved to LA in 2000. I listened to their CDs when I got ready for work each morning. And I still think the lead singer Brandon Boyd is stunning.

9. So Long by Guster - Hilary introduced me to Guster. Like O.A.R., I enjoy their music a lot but I haven't gotten into them as much as I should.

10. God Only Knows by The Beach Boys - Many things run through my mind when this song comes on. Brent likes the Beach Boys a lot, and he particularly loves this song. It also makes me think about the HBO's Big Love as it's the show's opening song. I'm also reminded of our wedding day as this was one of the songs I had on our extensive list of stuff I wanted to hear during dinner.

That was a fun way to share more stories. Ok, whose iPod is next?

"Wish me love a wishing well to kiss and tell. A wishing well of butterfly tears. Wish me love a wishing well to kiss and tell. A wishing well of crocodile cheers." - Wishing Well, Terence Trent D'arby

Thursday, November 01, 2007

Trix are for husbands

Happy First Day of NaBloPoMo!

I'm starting off my November posts with an unintentional guest post.

The scenario: Our living room last night. I was working on our laptop, editing a piece from one of my favorite authors who has a tendency to ramble a bit. (That's probably why I like him so much. He writes like me. Heh, heh.) He's extremely brilliant but a little wordy. I don't mind editing his stuff. And Brent knows about this author's writing style. I paused my editing to take a quick evening shower. I finished my shower, came back to the laptop and got back into editing mode. I'd already done a quick readthrough. And something about the intro looked a little different. While I lathered up, my lovely husband had inserted the following into the intro of the piece I was working on. It's too brilliant and quirky and random to not share with you all.

Haven't you heard? (That was the original first sentence of the piece.) Trix are for kids. The popular cereal product is intended for youthful eaters of breakfast foods, but that hasn't stopped an anthropomorphic bunny rabbit from fiending for a taste of the candy colored corn products. Why would a talking rabbit be so concerned with cereal? Being the only talking rabbit, you'd think he'd be pretty famous and get just about anything he'd want, including omelets or selections of fine breakfast meats. Or maybe even steak because he could afford to eat that kind of thing. He'd drive a fancy foreign car and live in an expensive part of town, but not the most expensive part of town because he may be able to talk, but he still isn't human so he has no credit history. That means he can't get a reasonable rate on his mortgage and he has to live closer to the airport than he'd prefer but they have good schools there so it's really not a bad situation. After all, most of his family lives in a tiny pen and can't speak any language at all. They do, however, have a strong familial history of addiction, which is why he's fixated on a breakfast food. If it weren't Trix, it would be alcohol or food or sex. He would never admit it publicly, but he'd spent some time on the street, selling his body. Sure, he got paid, but he did those horribly depraved things to fill a void. Having the gift of speech turned out to not be a gift at all. He had words to verbalize the deep pain he felt, but had no companions with whom to share the horrible darkness of a sex addicted rabbit. Think about THAT next time you're enjoying your favorite breakfast treat.

When I finally figured out what had happened (after a little bit of "What the heck???"), I warned Brent that his impromptu stream-of-consciousness prose would eventually end up on my blog. "Oh, great." He responded. "Now your readers are going to think that I'm a freak who writes about sex-crazed rabbits." That may be the case, but to me it's a perfect example of why my wacky and wildly imaginative husband and I were made for each other.

"Like religion, politics, and family planning, cereal is not a topic to be brought up in public. It's too controversial." - Erma Bombeck