Friday, February 27, 2009

Random Product Rave

As some of you know, I exist in my stilettos (with the exception of my weekend Havaianas). A little while ago, I discovered Killer Kushionz Foot Cushions by Foot Petals. I absolutely love them. I've tried several different types of shoe cushion-ers in the past, and these work the best for me. They're a little pricey, if you consider that it would add $11-12 to each pair of shoes you bought, but it's worth it for me to buy them for my 4+ inch stilettos.

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Just wanted to share the love.

Thursday, February 26, 2009

My New Favorite Gay

This clip of Dustin Lance Black's acceptance speech is only one minute, forty-eight seconds. Just the right length to make me fall in love.




Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Fucking Food

Like a bajillion other people in this country, I have such a love/hate relationship with food.

I LOVE to eat!



I HATE that it makes me overweight!



I truly do not understand skinny people that like to eat. (I get skinny people who don't really care that much about food. Trust me. I get it.) The ONLY time I've been skinny in my life was when I had an eating disorder. After I got on the good drugs and got rid of the physical part of the eating disorder, e.g., started EATING, I lost all capacity to control portions and got the fatties.

Ugh. It's such a fucking conundrum.

I'm not doing so great on NutriSystem right now. I hate it. I hate eating diet food. I fucking hate it. But I don't know what else to do. Left to my own decisions, I either eat somewhat healthy but WAY more than I should, or I eat really, really enjoyable shit like In n Out and meals at good restaurants cooked in sticks of butter and heavy cream.

I just don't know what to do. I hate being overweight but the fucking food always wins in the end.

I am NOT looking for advice. I'm just fucking venting.


Friday, February 20, 2009

Yippeeeeyoooodle!

My new camera arrives today!   





I can confirm that I have never been so freaking excited about a camera. You would think it was Chloe!


Sunday, February 15, 2009

The Final (Finally) Installment of My 30th Birthday Trip

The night of my actual birthday, I wasn't feeling that hungry (a really unusual feeling for me), but Mr. FGD was starving so we found a cute little Italian restaurant in downtown Carmel called Luca. (As a completely random aside, I absolutely love that name.) The restaurant had a great modern vibe, and was packed on a Saturday night, despite it being the winter off-season in Carmel. We took that as a good sign, and headed in.

Because we didn't have a reservation, we were lucky to even get seats, and found ourselves sitting at a little bar area in front of the open kitchen, where we got to watch all of kitchen people in action.

kitchen
(excuse my super blah hair; I didn't flat-iron it that morning, plus we were outside most of the day and it was windy = blah)

I specifically say "kitchen people," rather than chefs, because it quickly became clear that there was only one chef in the hizzy, and it wasn't these poor guys:

cooks

The executive chef, Jason Balestrieri, either woke up on the wrong side of the bed that day, or was just a general douche-nozzle in general. It was hard to tell. He yelled at people throughout most of our dinner. You see this smile?

smile

Consider yourself lucky. We never did.

Fortunately, giant douche-nozzle chef de cuisine didn't completely ruin our experience. The food was fantastic. Sister FGD wasn't very hungry either, so we shared a salad and the Cornetto pizza, which ended up being more folded-up-calzone-ish than pizza. Delish.

pizza

We sat right in front of the wood stove and the peasant pizza makers, and Mr. FGD must have been swayed by our seating arrangement, because he ended up with pizza too. Some icky fungus stuff that Mr. FGD claims is yummy (i.e., mushrooms) was all over it.

mushroom

After dessert, we walked the super dark streets of Carmel back to our hotel, passing a little bakery with alligators in the window.

gator

We also passed an art gallery selling paintings by my favorite dog painter, George Rodrigue.

dog

After that, we enjoyed some Rock of Love II with Bret Michaels, before heading to bed. What more could a girl ask for on her 30th birthday, but a douche-nozzle chef and Bret Michaels? It was a perfect evening.

The next morning, we woke up early, took the pups to the beach one more time, and sadly said good-bye to Carmel. We took another another barf-inducing windy road, and were on our way to Paso Robles for wine tasting.

We were really hungry when we got to Paso, so we looked on our wine country map for one of the few wineries that served lunch, and headed off to Eagle Castle Winery.

stairs

water

We walked into an empty dining room and were greeted by no one. Eventually, someone came along to tell us they had decided not to serve lunch that day because it was Super Bowl Sunday.

Do people not eat on Super Bowl Sunday?

Strike One.

We decided to do a quick tasting before heading into town to find some lunch. The wine was unmemorable, but we did have one special memory from the visit. During our tasting, a disheveled looking woman came up to the tasting counter to the left of me, and interrupted the conversation we were having with the pourer with, "Where are your horses?"

Our pourer looked confused and told Disheveled that they didn't have horses on the premises. Disheveled answered with, "Well, I have 7 or 8 horses. I'm very wealthy."

Well then.

Strike Two!

Disheveled continued on like that for a few minutes, before disappearing off to whatever planet she had come from. We left a few minutes later, hoping we wouldn't be on the same road at the same time as Disheveled. Not without one more photo though.

hot
Strike Three.

After a quick bite to eat in town, we headed towards the long road out to Justin winery, stopping at a winery the sommelier at Luca had recommended we visit.

Italian

Linne Calodo was almost completely under construction. It didn't seem to distract the winery dog though, who only had eyes for her rubber toy.

toy

She was quite adorable, despite only viewing us as potential toy throwers, and nothing more.

dog

I loved the wines at Linne Calodo, and they had great names and simple, modern labels.

dog

Generally, that's all I need to fall in love. But I was irritated that it was the most expensive place we went with a $10 tasting fee per person AND they didn't put the tasting fee towards any wine you bought. So you could potentially buy hundreds of dollars of wine there, and they'd still make you pay $10 per person for tasting. That's bullshit.

Regardless, we bought a bottle of Slacker (I told you, great names), took a quick photo, tossed the rubber toy one more time, and headed on our merry way.

slacker

Our one planned winery destination in Paso was the Justin winery. Mr. FGD and I both love Justin wines, and the name is easy to remember (some of you might be able to figure out why). After a long drive down one road (14, maybe 16 miles?) we finally reached our destination.

We were greeted by the two winery dogs,

lab

basset

and were told by signs throughout not to let Sunny the lab out.

sunny

We ended up becoming members of the winery, because it was the only way we were allowed to purchase bottles of our favorite Justin wine, the Isosceles.

We stayed at Justin for awhile because the Super Bowl had started while we were there, and Mr. FGD's man genes kicked in. I didn't mind. I was completely charmed by our English wine pourer. I think I actually swooned a little bit. Sorry Mr. FGD, you were too man-football-ADD to even notice.

Eventually, I got bored and went out to the car to see how my furbitches were doing.



They seemed fine. A little too happy, actually.

When I opened the car doors, I saw wrappers everywhere. Chocolate candy wrappers.

Shit.

Funny thing is, they didn't touch any of the NutriSystem snacks I brought along(!!!).

Within a few minutes, Mini FGD was barfing up chocolate and caramel all over the car.

Le sigh.

Maybe some fresh air would help.





I think Mini FGD only threw up one more time, and then we were on our way.



We spent the night in Paso and headed home the next morning.

This was the best birthday I ever had. Here's to the best decade ahead.

Cheers!

Thursday, February 12, 2009

This might be too personal

and I'll probably get in trouble, but hey, I'm sure it's nothing Wan's usual marital plan of action can't solve.

Today at work, Mr. FGD surprised me with a lovely, delivered bouquet of flowers and a teddy bear for Valentine's Day. Never mind that the flowers were red roses (I guess Mr. FGD forgot that I'm really not a fan). I had completely forgotten that flowers might be arriving this week in light of the upcoming "holiday," and was really pleasantly surprised. (no photos because I am a dumbass and left my cell phone at home)

And then I read Mr. FGD's thoughtfully planned note that came with the package. I won't read you the whole thing, because there's really only one part that stood out:

"I still get butterflies when I see you sometimes."

butterfly
(Photo by Alice Russell)

Really, Mr. FGD? Only sometimes?

Don't worry, I still love you. Sometimes.

butterfly


Wednesday, February 11, 2009

I love you Tory (not Spelling)

oh, but Donna Martin would SO wear these too!

Happy Birthday to meee...Happy Birthday to meee...

(extra thanks to CABkitty for her birthday gift card contribution)


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Monday, February 9, 2009

The Road to Thirty Continues

Our first full day in Carmel, we did the 17-mile drive, and stopped at the beach at Spanish Bay to get out and play.

play

syd

In retrospect, that hour or two we stopped at Spanish Bay was some of the happiest I have ever seen my furbitches.

Spammy never stopped grinning.

grin

And quickly befriended every dog that came along.

friend

She ran until she tired,

tired

and then she ran a little more.

She forced strangers to rub her belly and scratch her ass, and even tried to lick their baby's faces.

belly

It was a beautiful day,

day

days

and Mr. FGD practiced his pregnancy stance,

days

while sister FGD was on the lookout for pirates.

lookout

Mini FGD loved looking down on her people,

people

and we didn't leave without a few shots of the family.

sister

us

sammy

I couldn't have chosen a better way to spend my actual birthday,

beach

especially with my three favorite bitches there.

girls

Eventually, we left Spanish Bay and continued along the 17 miles,

tree

all of us enjoying the fresh air and sunny weather.

air

Then it was off to Monterey for lunch and wandering around.

row

(I tragically do not have a photo of Mr. FGD nearly doing a face plant in my post-lunch Ghiradelli ice cream sundae. Someone had food coma.)

Then it was back to Bluebird Cottage, our home away from home (Carmel doesn't really have anything W-esque, much to my dismay).

home

Someone was feeling a little mischievous

home

and absolutely thrilled to discover the place didn't have a low lying platform bed.

bed

It was such a happy day.

Turning 30 is great!

(Third and final installment to follow.)


 
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