06 December 2008

Meredith's Birthday 2008: Part One

From the camera archives again.... :-)

Meredith celebrated her 28th birthday this year! She and I were actually driving down to Nevada on the day of her birthday (June 6) for her cousin's high school graduation, but we aren't ones to miss an opportunity to celebrate. We simply postponed to the next weekend.

Get off the phone Meredith! Let's get this party started!
Meredith and her friend Stacy
Karla, Meredith's co-worker (and friend)
Meredith and me. In our Night-Out-on-the-Town Black. It's tradition by now.
The Reef is a Carribbean/Jamaican place downtown, serving lots of dishes with Jamaican jerk sauce (awesome jerk burger!) and Meredith's new favorite, coconut-crusted chicken. The view from our table (second story).
Blown glass artwork hanging over the stairwell that leads up to the restaurant. I hope they have good insurance.

Part two next...

Better Late Than Never

I might as well have five posts titled the same as this one... I cleaned out the memory card on my camera today and transferred everything to my computer. So I have a few posts coming with ancient pictures. Not that May of this year is really ancient, but, you know...

Earlier this year I was able to fly to California to spend Memorial Day weekend at my parents' house, along with my brother Jerry and his wife Bernice (currently from Chicago) and their little James. Can I just say that James is the cutest kid ever? Yeah yeah, I hear you yelling "Bias!" yada yada yada...
James teaching Jerry and Bernice how to use the computer My parents' house, where I grew up from age 5 to 22. It's the "family farm", on my mom's side, along with the 60 acres of almonds surrounding it. But no, we aren't farmers. For the 1,374,835th time.
The jasmine my mom planted in front of the garage door. Smells. So. Good.
We may not be farmers, but we are ranchers! My parents raise a couple beef cattle every year or so, for their own use. Although I'm not sure Betsy here is really destined for that purpose. She seems waaay too friendly.
Ooops... Did I do that?
Whatever, Betsy. You're always looking for attention, just because you know people can't resist your big brown Jersey eyes. But I'm ok with that. I really am. I'll just hang out over here with the goats.
Bernice and James. James! Hey James!
Yeah I'm talking to you, kiddo. Hi.
Can I just squeeze you now? You little gangsta you.

Christmas is here!

Originally I was going to title this post "O Tannenbaum, O Tannenbaum! (insert other lyrics here)", but when I searched for the lyrics, I found out that the song was all about how pretty and "loyal" a fir tree is, and I was unimpressed. Christmas is better than that.

Here is my Christmas tree, in all its dwarfish glory. There is a star on top, but sadly I didn't realize I was leaving it out when I took the picture. Sorry, gold star!


If you click the picture, you can see a close-up version. I have collected these ornaments over the past 10+ years from various people and stores. It seems I have an affinity for stars, hm.
Purple star, top left (you can barely see it - it's setting sideways): this is from Melinda D, whom I have known for many years. I think this was a Christmas present a few years ago.
Silver bell with red gingham ribbon, top right: This was attached to the top of a canister of gingerbread pancake mix given to me at the V Family's house for correctly reciting the 12 days of Christmas.
Large silver sparkly stars, middle left and right: I bought these at Macy's Christmas store in the fall of 2002. I remember because I was at Master's College at the time and my friend Miriam K was in Costa Mesa for a work conference. I drove an hour and a half down to where she was staying, and we spent an evening shopping at South Coast Plaza - the biggest, most upscale mall I've ever been to, quite possibly. One visit was enough.
Gold pinecone, middle: I remember this one well. I was somewhere in my early teens (?) and my friend Elizabeth had invited me to stay with her family in Gualala Bay for Thanksgiving (or some weekend really close to Thanksgiving). Her mom gave us crafts to do with some of the other kids there, and we had a lot of fun with the glitter. I also had a huge crush on her brother at the time and he helped me build a sand castle at the little beach near our cabin, which you had to use a rope ladder to access. Good times. No, I never did date her brother. [Side note regarding Google maps: From the default overview of the US, I typed in "g bay, california" and was directed to California, Maryland. huh? So I typed in "california" and the same town appeared. Whaaaatt....? Third time's the charm, I guess...]
Red mitten, back right: You probably all remember these from Starbuck's last Christmas. I got two gift cards, and yes the mittens were cute, so I kept both of them. Too bad they don't have opposing thumbs.
Gold metal star with long red thread, center: Did I get this from you Mom? I've had it for a few years, and it's spent a lot of time out and about, free from the Christmas storage boxes.
Blue and white paper snowflake, center right: This is from my friend Sarah C, whom I met at Master's. I was too intimidated to talk to her in the beginning because she was tall and artistic and gorgeously Italian, but we became friends by ditching the second half of Systematic Theology together in favor of frozen yogurt in the caf at 8:30pm on Tuesdays and Thursdays... that was the only class in my entire school career that I ever ditched. She was from New Jersey and hating life in Southern California, and I was from Northern California and hating life in Southern California. She encouraged me to get out and explore LA instead of studying (Getty Center!) and I encouraged her to cut her long hair short the day before she went home for Christmas. Neither of us returned to Master's in the spring, and so I have never seen her again. Our lives have gone in very different directions but we still keep in touch through that great equalizer, Facebook.
Red and white cloth ball, back right: I have no idea. If you gave this to me, would you please let me know? :-) Ditto on the red star, lower right.
Crystal stars with gold tips, upper left far back, and lower left, center: I think I bought these, but I have no idea where or when I got them.
Green pear, lower left in the back: This was from an ornament exchange either at work or with a church group, I can't remember. At first I thought, "Oh! A.... pear.... ?" but since then it has grown on me and I will keep it for a very long time. Pears are at the top of my Most-Liked-Fruit list, in case you were wondering. And even if you weren't.
Smore girl, bottom center: Oh yes, the Smore girl... what would life be without smores?? I got this as a gift from someone in my family, it was either Bernice or Mom. It makes me laugh. It even has blonde wavy hair. Someone put in a very special order to the Christmas ornament factory that year.
Little silver stars, everywhere: I bought these, which came a dozen in a little silver bag, at... at... somewhere. I know they were on sale.
Also on the tree, behind and to the left, barely visible are two other ornaments. One is a tiny little snowman with wire loop angel wings, with my name printed on the front. That was from Mom (or course!). The other is one called "Tea for Two", given to my by Bernice I think, and it's two little people who have sugar cubes for feet, forks for arms, and teacups on their heads. Their bodies are made out of cupcakes and they both have a tea bag draped across their arm. The tea bags even have little tags that dangle.

The tree is pretty much the extent of my Christmas decorating, with the exception of little white lights around the windows and 2 electric candelabras that my mom gave me to put on my windowsills. I really like the way they look like candles sitting in your window at night. Last year I also added this arrangement to my collection, which was a gift from my boss Heather. It has little sparkly pine cones! :-)


I didn't intend to make this such a reminiscent post, but Christmas ornaments have memories built in, right? Especially ones gathered across many years. That's why I love decorating my tree - I'm reminded of God's many blessings.

29 November 2008

Thanksgiving 2008

What did I do for Thanksgiving? I...

Cooked a Very Large Bird to within an inch of its everloving life

And proceeded to abandon bird in oven while I skipped off to the movies with a friend.

The Bird did quite alright, however, so we congratulated it with a gift of carving knife and fork. Then we ate it.


We: Meredith (far right), Kim (henceforth known as the Prison Twins), and Kim's friend Kyle (gotta have the requisite plaid)

Mashed red potatoes, green bean casserole, homemade rolls, cranberry sauce, and gravy accompanied the turkey and were enjoyed by al-- uh.... those who were not picky. The picky person(s) who shall remain nameless does not enjoy cranberries. But you know what Dad says, "You don't like it? Great! More for me!" We didn't make stuffing, since 3 out of the 4 of us don't like stuffing, which is a majority for non-stuffing-ness, which automatically disqualifies Not Liking Stuffing from the Book of Pickiness.

After several insane rounds of Uno Attack/Attack Uno/Call it what you wish, we broke out the pumpkin and apples pies, and oh my.... Kim makes one of the best pumpkin pies ever! May her mother be blessed and lard too. Her whipped cream even stayed stable from her house to my house to 3 hours in the fridge to overnight in the fridge and sitting on Patricia's counter. There had to have been something special in it. Other than copious amounts of powdered sugar.

I think the four of us will remember this Thanksgiving for a long time. At least until next year.

19 November 2008

Two Sides of The Same Coin

RIGHT LOBE: Tomorrow's Thursday. Hey! Tomorrow's THURSDAY! [saunters down sidewalk, whistling] Woo-hoo!! Yeah! weeeek-END! weeeek-END! weeeek-END! I'm going to bake and hang out with friends and drive and go to a football game and....

LEFT LOBE: Tomorrow's Thursday. Oh no. Tomorrow's THURSDAY. AAAHHHHHH! Where did all the time go? I still have to finalize Legal's year-end savings report and edit HR and Finance's year-end financial report texts and process these invoices for capital procurement and review the budget development system overview that's 60 pages long and .... AAAHHHHH!!! [buries head in hands and wonders how late the bus runs on Thursdays]


"This is your brain, on budgets..."

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12 October 2008

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I see a happy old mountain man with a beard. My coworker Angee? She insists I could make a few thousand on this blueberry tea bag by selling it on Ebay because... "it looks like Jesus!"
I think I'll just keep him on my desk. :-)

03 October 2008

Presents from MaryEllen

Last night involved a ton of plums, a bag of free makeup, and a happy drive off into the sunset. Ooh la laa! Ok let me explain.

Apparently it's been a year since MaryEllen and I last met up for a complete and total girlfest, as evidenced by the distant memories of the BSU game on the tube last fall, and hey look! They're back on the blue! A year is too, too long. This is what we do when we get together. We have a girlfest. This usually involves talking about guys, trying on various makeup samples from MaryEllen's latest collection of Ella Rose stuff, talking about guys, eating burgers and homemade peach pie compliments of Rosemary (MaryEllen's mom), talking about guys, saying hi to Dave (MaryEllen's dad) and then letting him have his peace as he watches the BSU game or political debates, talking about guys, talking about church and where we're both at, and talking about guys. Did I mention we discuss the men in our lives? The Good, The Bad, and The Excellent?


Oh yes, the drive off into the sunset. It was only half-happy, because I had to fight traffic for an hour to get to MaryEllen's house. This was just at 5pm, as the sun was starting to go to bed but screaming all the way in its 2-year-old toddler angst glory, with bright, piercing, autumn light shining through everyone's windshields as they swerved and nearly missed the approximately 1.35 million construction workers in the mid- I mean, on the side of the road... the orange vests were everywhere, down the whole freeway to Caldwell, like the dirt from your shoe that mysteriously follows you all over your house even though you left the treads by the front door. Anyhoo. I really do love sunsets, you know?


MaryEllen's grandpa lives next door, and the property has been in the family for who knows how long. Anbody? Anybody know? So there's a plum tree out front, by the road, and the poor thing was just bent halfway to the ground with fruit. We grabbed bags and made quick work of relieving it of its extra weight. I can still hear her Texan accent as we walked back to the house.... "Oh thank you ever-so-livin'-much honey... I was scared I wouldn't lose those few pounds around my hips before I have to get all dressed up for the holidays. You just saaaaaved my life, bless your heart." Why you are so very welcome. The pounds can come to my house. In the form of clafoutis! Oh my. This is going to take miles and miles of extra hiking. And a few times up and down Table Rock. And maybe a few rides out and back to Lucky Peak (26 miles, anyone?). Oh my.

See those two bags in the background? Full. Full to the brim with plums. Woo-hoo! I started off the clafoutis by putting a teeny bit of butter in the bottom of the dish. Everything's better with butter. Then I layered halved plums in the pan.

A clafoutis is basically fruit in a dish covered and melded into one huge pancake. Good stuff. :-) Here you see the ingredients for the batter to pour over the plums: flour, sugar (I used brown), eggs, milk, dash, and an exceptionally large dash of vanilla. Just pour it in. There you go.

See how the edges are puffed? Perfect, chewy goodness. And you can smell the vanilla a mile away.

I surprised myself by liking this one. Because I am not a bread-pudding, soggy texture type of person by any means. This was a little different. You had to wait for it to cool and firm up a bit. Then top with whipped cream. Everything's better with whipped cream. Mmm... the plum skins taste like canned cherries. No, not those cherries from the store that are physical manifestations of some chemist's bad dream (although I do like the marachinos once in a while)! I mean the cherries your grandma canned when you were 10 and she must have put kirsch or brandy or something in there to make them taste so strong...

Not only did MaryEllen give me plums, she gave me makeup too! I don't wear a lot of makeup (getting out of bed and on the bus in 30 minutes kind of makes you pare down your prettifying routine, you know?). But I'm excited about MaryEllen's business Ella Rose and I think she's got a good things going. Who wouldn't want to work from home doing something she feels passionate about? And even if I don't wear this ever day, a girl's gotta have a few colors up her sleeve (in her drawer?) to pull out once in a while, right? Right.

Aren't they pretty? Thank you MaryEllen! Now can you come to my house and help me? So my bathroom walls don't acquire the same shimmer as my face?