CONFESSION: I AM A CRACK ADDICT!

You can tell just by looking at someone's eye (please view this un-retouched photo)

Note the large pouch under the eye

• lack of sleep
• salt retention
• Now that I am really looking--tragic application of makeup (excuse me while I go fix that)
• All signs of 

  
ADDICTION

I am a crack addict!

It started small--as all addicts will tell you.  You start with one and then it escalates.  One is not enough, then two....

Where did this path begin, you ask?  It began with a Diet...

one of the approved snacks became the downfall...

 

PISTACHIOS

LOOK AT THEM THEY ARE BEAUTIFUL

It began quietly...I read the directions and it said that I could have 12 as a snack.  Cool, I can sit and slowly eat my twelve while I watch TV.  I actually have a pistachio dish (OK, a prep dish, but it works)

It is a great snack...healthy, salty, tasty.  Then I began taking them into the bathtub for my soak and read time.

This requires two dishes, one for new and one for cast-offs so to speak.  I began eating them quickly, so I attempted to pace myself--one for every 5 pages on my Kindle--I have my Kindle on a very big font so 5 pages not so much.  I couldn't do it.

Occassionally I get one that you cannot crack with your teeth or hands--now I know what the nice heavy candles in the bathtub are really for...smashing pistachios.

As habits go, I suppose it is not so bad.  even though I find myself getting up in the middle of the night, scuffling to the kitchen, getting one (or two) nuts, then brushing my teeth and going back to bed again.  Probably part of the eye issue as well.

The good news is I have lost 20 pounds.

The bad news is I have a new and very annoying habit.

FLY BOYS

Superfly!  

That says it all....Ron O'Neal as Youngblood Priest.

The car, the women, the hat....

the attitude!

Curtis Mayfield and his bongos and raspy voice singing the soundtrack (darkness of night with the moon shining bright)

Granted without the pulsing soundtrack you might have listened to the words, which then were great (1972) but now seem just a bit stilted (understatement).

How could you not love this guy??

I took a picture of Henry the other day and realized what was behind the attraction all these years.  

He is my FlyBoy!
It is all in the pose!
..and the bug like glasses! 

POWER

GIRL POWER

 GAY POWER

 BLACK POWER

 POWER BAR

POWER WALK

  POWER OUTAGE

Yesterday, people in San Diego truly understood the definition of having no power:  no lights, no traffic lights,no cell phones, no computer.

Henry came home and found me reading my kindle by candlelight...there is a sad irony here.

MARY QUANT, THE BEATLES (1963), AND ME

What do they have in common...my new haircut.

That and the fact that I probably have a Courreges color blocked A-line dress and a pair of white knee boots somewhere in the closet!

'Nuffield said.

LET'S HAVE A CUPPA..

We have lived here for 11 years.  Every day when I drive in the garage, I zip by a little box filled with mugs, mugs that for some reason I have hung on to through the years (many).  I decided to take a look and see WHY? 
Small print---I did not wash any of these because I figured I would not be able to throw them away.

 
This was my favorite cup since college...and I graduated in 1972. 

• Lipton teabag
• Steeped 12 minutes
• Nuked for 50 seconds
• Add cream and sweet an low
• Perfection!!!

When pigs fly???
Why did I keep this?

This was purchased at the first Origins store in the United States in Harvard Square--"A mother's nature is a force to be reckoned with.."

No kidding!

 If it's in sight it must be right!

The slogan of Steak and Shake...other than rhyming I have never figured out what they mean...but I could use one of their orange shakes right now.  Found this in a vintage shop in NY.

I bought it.
It says Clifford.
How could I throw it out.

Spencer, of course!

A mini mug for Cliffy to have his coffee in when he was little.

When Cliff was little he loved Murder, She Wrote.  We would cuddle up on Sunday nights and watch it.  My favorite was when he turned to me and said....I don't think I would like to be her friend, they all end up dead.



There were 20 cups in all...I think I began saving them when I decided to do broken shard mosaics.  Some I saved for sentiment, some for color.  I just want you to know that I repacked the box and threw them out!!!

Well almost all of them

How could anyone throw this out, especially when I saw the back...

IT BEARS REPEATING...

This the reason you live in San Diego....the true beauty of where we live.

My friend Melinda and I (dear me, when will I learn to turn sideways for a photo) go exploring once a week...maybe a movie, but always food.  Like an old married couple, we have begun to dress alike, eat the same things at the same places, do the same thing every week.

We begin with brunch at the Coffee Cup in LaJolla. The night before I begin thinking about the wonderful Papas Loco (Crispy rosemary potatoes grilled with jalapenos, onions, tomatoes, black beans, jack cheese, cilantro, flour tortillas and a side of sour cream--minus the cheese and the sour cream, if I can resist)...but by the time I get there I find myself ordering the Blackberry Banana Pancakes, keeping in mind that I do not like pancakes at all.  Melinda gets the Coffee Cup French Toast which is  made with fresh baked cinnamon bread garnished with
blueberry puree & powdered sugar. 



We always say we don't ever eat French Toast/Pancakes (and we don't).

We always complain about our seat and move.

We always complain to each other about the service, which is probably a result of complaining about our seat and moving.

We always park in the exact same parking space--it is true!

We always check our tires for chalk marks--and then move the car so we don't get a ticket.

We always walk over to Warwick's and look at the books/pens/cards/tinnif and do not buy anything special.

We always talk about what a beautiful place we live and how much we like how beautiful La Jolla is...then we talk about how we really wouldn't like to live there because of the traffic, May Gray, June Gloom, etc...

We always laugh at each other's jokes, talk about grandkids, ailments, kids, events past, events upcoming, and, of course, SHOES!

This week we went to the Museum of Contemporary Art, which, ashamedly, neither of us had ever visited before.  The opening picture was taken there.  It was an incredibly beautiful venue...with a phenomenal sculpture of boats suspended in the air outside (or as Melinda puts it--Biscayne Bay after a Hurricane)...

but if you get far enough away...

and look at it just right....

they kind of look like a man made palm tree

The bottom line is that certain days are special and they replay in your mind forever....this will be one of them.