A Little Nutty

Oct 2, 2009 | This Life

It’s a little nutty. . .

This is not a real post. It’s just a little note to tell you all, it’s nutty around here at the moment. Wednesday, The Best of Etsy was RT (retweeted) on Twitter by ETSY!! And then they followed that exposure by featuring my Acorn Sachets on the front page yesterday. This is fabulous news. All that exposure created lots of custom orders and that means I’m up to my eyeballs making, wait for it, nuts. Then today, the acorns were featured on another blog and I promptly sold out!

< Insert panicked breathing here>

I feel like a character in a Jane Austen novel or maybe on Grey’s Anatomy.

I hate custom orders: I cannot be sold out! I over ordered for this season! I love custom orders: How is this possible? Sold out, woohoo! I hate custom orders: Oh no. What if I can’t find more acorn caps in time? Whatever will I do?  I love custom orders: People are so cool. No, seriously. Cool!  I hate custom orders: Wait. I can’t breathe. . . someone  call George O’Malley to revive me. I might need mouth-to-mouth!  I hate Grey’s Anatomy: wait, they killed off  George!

</ let’s just end the inner dialog here. M’kay? Because you know I could go on like this all night! >

So, this is not a real post. It’s just a little note to say I’m thinking about you all! And in between channeling my inner oak tree (that sounds dirty!) and sourcing new acorn caps (I refuse to be sold out for long!) and answering the backlog of emails (no, your email is not going to my spam filter), and starring in my own pre-tend movie show (I threw that in to see if you actually read)  I promise to squeeze in a post or two in the next day or so.  I  think I’ll start by posting a new autumnal drink recipe I think you’re going to love.

That’s right, I said alcohol. See, the faithful are rewarded. Well, they will be tomorrow. Until then, sleep tight all you crazy people who just LOOOOVE Autumn.

<mutter>

I’m not the only one nuts around here! And who does that Shonda Rimes think she is, killing off George?

</mutter>

Join the Club

Sep 29, 2009 | This Life

One last moment on the porch. It’s officially fall.

Autumn has officially arrived. It’s cold and dreary and sun-breaks only lead to highs of 60 degrees. It’s hard to complain when just a week ago, on the “official” start of the season it was a balmy 91 degrees here on the coast.

Ok, actually, it’s pretty easy to complain. Especially when you find yourself about a half mile into your workout only to have the heavens open up and dump icy rain your direction. Yeah, and your sweatshirt is one of those, “HEY, WATER. Let’s absorb!” kinds and you’re little hands are turning purple from the cold.

I did not turn back, I got the full circuit in–but not before I made the Universe blush. Seminary taught me to swear and I put my education to good use this afternoon.

So, yes, I’ll complain. Vociferously.

I knew fall was coming— but you know that didn’t stop me from procrastinating. I’ve neglected to take our woolens in to be cleaned for ages. Like, since when we took them off at the beginning of summer. What, TMI? So, today I ran IZ’s wool sweaters into the Dry Cleaners and the woman behind the counter said, “You don’t need these right away, do you.” Notice that wasn’t a question? I swear, she tried to use the force on me. (considering where I live, this is to be expected!) I am impervious and I answered, “Uh, actually I do want them back quickly. Have you noticed the weather?”

Apparently, it’s their practice to have your dry-cleaning take a week. If you want it sooner, you have to ask. No extra fee is involved, but you have to be in the know. I have no idea if this is a standard practice elsewhere since I gave up wearing clothing worth dry-cleaning when I started sporting Eau du Baby Spit-up 12 years ago. So, for the past four years I’ve been shivering my bootookus off waiting a week for my wool coat to come home. My wool coat being the one dryclean only thing I refuse to give up. That will teach me to not  procrastinate wear wool. I lie. No it won’t. But I might try to convince IZ that he really doesn’t look so great in his j.crew woolies and shrink them down for the kid.

Dang I’m lazy.

Hey, you would be too if the heavens opened up and dumped ice down your backside.  Like my bootookus wasn’t cold enough already!

Anyhow, it’s  been a week of deaths. I dumped the red hair for less red hair. We covered that yesterday. Thanks so much for all the lovely comments about the new color. You sure know how to flatter a girl. I’m liking the darker color and the red highlights are probably a good thing considering my complexion. I hope y’all got that I was being sarcastic about wearing my hair half covering my face. I mean, I would do it, except I have a hard enough time walking with both eyes exposed. I probably need a disclaimer on this blog, “Yo, Wende is about to get sarcastic on your *beeeeeeep*”

I’m also going to have to dump our dead microwave. The thing just UP AND DIED during the morning mocha ritual. Yeah, jokes on the appliance tho—cause my uber sophisticated, kinda professional, ITALIAN espresso machine will be here on Friday (It’s coming UPS, so feel free to interpret Friday as Tuesday) and I won’t need no stinkin microwave to heat my milk. I hope.

And then I killed the tiny little video player I use to watch scary things like True Blood and Gossip Girl. I blame netflix for this. They have started adding a sticker on their discs. This makes the disc thicker  and that requires more pressure to get the disc to sync up on the machine when you put it in to play.  Evidently, the constant pressure has built to a stress fracture and the whole turning unit dohicky just went “thud.”  And I have half a mind to include a little note in my returning Envelope that reads, “DEAR Netflix, you broke my tiny little video machine with your thicker sticker. Now, I must watch sappy movies with no swearing or gratuitous sex because  I can’t watch scary things on the big screen. Thanks for that. Thanks alot. Love, yours truly. Wende”

So, it’s official. Summer has left and fall has arrived. Let the whining and ridiculously long blog posts commence.

You’re wishing it was still summer, aren’t you? Join the club.

How You Doin’?

Sep 17, 2009 | This Life

I’ve got Joey from Friends stuck in my head, “How you doin’?”

I know I’ve been a bit absent around here. I’ve been playing catch-up with Mireio after that doozy of a head-cold and I’ve been struggling with migraines. Oh, and did I mention school started?

Anyhow, for the last few weeks I’ve been attempting to adjust to our new school schedule. It has me teaching 4 days a week and that’s a bump up from last year. It’s going very well, it just doesn’t leave a lot of time for all the other things on my to-do post-its list. (note to self: buy more post-its) I’m sure, given a few more weeks, I will have this all mastered—but for the moment, I’m finding it hard to get everything one.  And then you add migraines into the mix and this blog and my laundry pile gets neglected. (Note to self: Underwear isn’t an option.)

So, I hope you’ll stay with me as I adjust to being “busier”. I don’t like that term, busy. In fact, I tend to bristle at it and really don’t permit it as an excuse. We’re ALL busy, right? My being busy is no more important than your being busy. But there is something about adjusting to change that makes the busy feel a bit frantic. I think that’s what been getting to me. I’m just not getting as much done (or more done, depending on your view!) as I’d like. I do appreciate the few of you who have stuck around during this time and left comments. Y’all are GOLD, I tell you!

What I’ve neglected besides the laundry:

Getting the boy to his “stylist”. Yeah, I looked at my calender and realized my long-haired boy hadn’t had his locks trimmed since June. The beginning of June. That long hair of his was more a sign of neglect than his choice of fashion. After a month of, “Mom, does my hair look greasy?” I realized I might need to address the situation.  So, we trotted off to get a cut.

He’s now channeling his inner Kings of Leon and I’m cracking up laughing at how much of a rock-star this kid is becoming. Rock Star-Rocket Scientist. It has a nice ring to it, no? And yet, the boy refuses to see the beauty that is The Adventures of Buckaroo Banzai. (Note to you: Don’t make me explain the glory that is TAOBB to you. Seriously. If you haven’t seen this movie, you haven’t lived. And if you have and don’t like it… PIPE DOWN. Ahem)

I’ve also neglected to tell you that I’m being featured over on Lillyella. That’s not a big deal, (unless you want to read more about me!) except that it also includes a GIVEAWAY.  A nice one, too. So, if you’re a fan of Mireio go enter and win. If not for you, the holidays are coming up!

Ok, so I’m hoping the migraines are over and we’ll cross our fingers that I get with the program and start blogging more often. You people are such optimists. I love that about you!