someone is in love

Cooper and I just received this e-mail from the new owner of my child: 

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Hello,

I just got home with my new car and wanted to let you know that I haven’t stopped crying since I left Oakland.  This is the nicest, safest and most wonderful car I think I have ever had and exactly what I have been looking for.  Thank you so much again.  You both seem like a very nice, honest couple which makes me feel like I am truly blessed with a wonderful car that will not break down any time soon.  It was so nice to drive especially compared to mine.  I hope you will enjoy your new car as much as I am enjoying mine.

Thank you so much!

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I am so happy to know that my car is now loved by someone else.

grow, little suzuki, grow!

Holy smokes.  I am almost over this car thing.  I am really not a materialistic person, but having a new-ish car is such a joy.  Especially one that is a bit swankier than my Suzuki.  However, getting rid of the old to make way for the new can be a tad sad.  No more than two minutes ago while I was in the middle of this blog posting, my trusty sidekick was sold.  The Suzuki has been part of my life and personality for a good solid 11 years…but it is time to grow up (although last night we named the Audi Pierce Carsnan…as a reflection of the James Bond-esqueness of the new coche).  I’ll grow up tomorrow. 

Go little Suzuki, spread your wings and fly away.  (that was cheezy but I really do feel like I just sold my child). 

The Before
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The After
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Tomorrow I head home to Colorado for more family time and to celebrate my little big sister and big little brother’s birthdays.  As always, I am dying to see my little niece.  Last night I got a little kid warm up at our 4th of July celebration at a Chinese Restaurant…I flirted with a 12 month old and he made his way over to my table so we could hold hands (innocently, of course!).  His dad said he must really like me because he never does that to strangers.   Watch out, Amelia…I am ready to play!


 


whoops.

Cooper and I accidentally bought a new used car today…whoops.  It is a 1999 Audi A6 quattro.  Actually, it was not accidental, we had decided on our trip to Solvang that it was time to get something that 1.) had more power, 2.) was a bit more impressive when arriving at a wedding or when driving a bride/groom around 3.) had AC that didn’t squeal for 30 seconds when you turn it on and 4.) wasn’t a box on wheels.  It only took a week to find something better than the Sidekick.  The new/used car has a bit of a dent in the front by the headlight which helped in keeping the price tag down, but other than that it is beautiful, luxerious, and has POWER!!  I actually screamed when I first put my foot on the petal because the car took off faster than I anticipated.  Now just say a prayer that it doesn’t fall apart or cause us any issues.

I suppose there comes a time when you need to move on from the car you grew up with in high school.  The Sidekick/”Cow-mobile” hold a lot of memories for a lot of people. If anyone would like a forever loved Suzuki Sidekick…it is yours!

The new child: (I particularly like the badonkadonk of the car)

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(I particularly like the badonkadonk of the car)
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Life is passing by so quickly.  I have been having a hard time keeping straight where I need to be and what I have been doing.  Case in point #1: the other day a friend called and asked how my trip was.  I had to think long and hard about where I had been if I had been anywhere and what I had been doing.  I drew a complete blank.  Case in point #2:  it was 3:00pm on a Thursday afternoon and it was time to leave for our SoCal trip.  I didn’t print any directions and there was only a slight possibility that I had a map in my car.  I was banking off the thought of using street signs to get us where we needed to be (although I didn’t really know where we were going).  Luckily, Cooper had it all planned.  I don’t think we would have made it if he hadn’t planned ahead.  Case in point #3: I went to the Feist concert earlier this week and about an hour before the concert was to start (I assumed) I still hadn’t taken the time to figure out where the concert was or what time it actually started.  Again, luckily Maggie had it all planned out.  Case in point #4:  I had arranged to get beers with a friend the other night and I couldn’t recall what time we were to meet or where we were to go.  Thank goodness he called to remind me.  Gosh. 

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I saw a man surfing the bart ride the other day.  He didn’t hold on to anything as the car jerked or ascended/descended…instead, he balanced/bopped on his knees to keep from falling…all while wearing a suit/tie and reading the paper.  Pretty impressive.

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Speaking of bart (an event that is now a big part of my life and allows for me to do a great amount of people watching)…the train conductor who I normally get to hear on my way to SF sounds exactly like Morgan Freeman.  I am sure it is not Morgan Freeman, but there is something about riding to work thinking that the the best narrator ever is driving my bart train makes me feel all warm and cozy inside. 

butter is coating my throat

I have butter coating my throat.  How many danishes can one person eat in a weekend, you may ask?  I don’t even want to admit to the number we ate while in the danish capital of SoCal…Solvang.   Instead, let me pretend like I didn’t spend the weekend giving my jaw muscles a workout and show you activities that do not require mass amounts of eating. (I have only made dinner for myself once in the past week and a half.  disgusting): 

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 I am trying to get Cooper to use this photo on his intro page of his website.  I wish you could have seen the rest of the wedding party! 

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Miniature horse farm.  I guess these are similar to a dog, but in horse form.  

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A stop at a lavender farm.  I LOVE lavender…too bad a bottle of lotion costs as much as a bottle of really nice wine!!

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Speaking of wine, we did a lot of wine tasting.  At the first wine stop we pretended to know what we were doing, but I think the wine guy caught on that we are wine stupid.  He could have put anything under our noses and we would have loved it.

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A glamour shot at the mission

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Another glamour shot at the mission (please reference the previous post to view more of my mom and myself covering our faces…she has taught me how to hate being on the other end of the camera lense). 

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More wine tasting.  This time at an organic vineyard.  My dad certainly got his $10 bucks worth!! If only the owners knew how much he had…hahahahaha
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Cooper excitedly tasting some wine.

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You wouldn’t know it, but my mom is also excitedly tasting some wine

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After a few nights in the Danish world, we decided to bring it to the next level and stop in Santa Barbara to enjoy the world with the rich and beautiful people.

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With a belly full of comida, it was time to head back and start fasting.  If only my little car didn’t feel like a cardboard box while in 70 mph winds.

parental time

This weekend was devoted to 1.) parental time and 2.) eating.  On Friday night we ventured to Alameda for an amazing German meal at Speiskammer.  My dad managed to drive from SoCal to the east bay in a short amount of time, then arrived at the restaurant wearing his scrubs.  I love my dad.  I was actually proud that he arrived at the restuarant in his scrubs.  That is just who he is.  

Saturday we went to the farmer’s market in San Francisco.  I had never been to this gastronomic land, but boy oh boy is it just as good as everyone says it is.   I am feeling word stupid at the moment so I think I’ll just post pictures to recap:

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A happy papa with a flat of apricots.
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Fin-dog and myself at Taylor’s for burgers.

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Cooper not drinking coffee at the coffeeshop
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Father’s day celebration, a hint to my dad to consider not working

Sunday I took the parentals to the Berkeley Thai Temple. 

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My mom and I don’t really like having our photos taken.


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Finney eating mango with sticky rice


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Cooper enjoying his b-day present from my mom. 
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I happy, smily ending to a great weekend

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I am proud to report that the company I now get to work for was featured in the 7×7 magazine!!  This link shows a mighty fine photo of all my co-workers.

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Mr. Greg Flanagan (pictured in a previous post devoring his sister’s wedding cake) made a surprise appearance for C-dog’s b-day.   What a friend to drive all the way from SLO to be a special delivery for Cooper. 

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Tomorrow we are off again to spend more time with the parents.  We will be driving to Solvang, CA to enjoy the clog wearing danish town.  I hear a trans fat filled danish calling my name!  I can’t wait!!! 

a collection

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used tea bag collection

Some call it odd, gross, ridiculous…others call it unique, creative, or a good use of recycled materials.  I call it my collection.

I collected used tea bags.  (my own used tea bags).

It started junior year in college and ever since then I have been hooked.  There is something about opening up a little stained packet and seeing all the amazing images and tones.  It is like a party in a box, but rather than a box it is a little piece of paper with dried leaves inside.  I never know what I am going to see when I open up the packet and dust off the tea.  I wonder how many tea bags I will have collected when I am in my 80s.  Maybe my living space will be covered with bags all over the place, drying their hearts out. 

If you really think about it, this is a pretty cheap collection compared to some of the other items that could consume my world (i.e. cats, shoes, figurines, bags, baseball cards, cars). 

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Tomorrow night we are taking my parents out to a German restaurant in Alameda (in homage to my German roots).  I wouldn’t be surprised if my dad shows up in his lederhosen.

tree stump, so calm, so cool

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tree stump, so calm, so cool

I feel like I am melting.  It is sad how wimpish people get after they adjust to life in the bay area…can’t handle the cold and can’t handle the heat.  The weather channel says that it is only 74 degrees in Oakland right now, but I think it is probably 20 degrees hotter in our apartment.  I feel like I am melting. 

My parents are coming to visit this weekend so it is time to clean the apartment once again.  If only it wasn’t a sauna in here!  I can’t even come up with words my brain is such mush right now.   Try saying that ten times fast…such mush, such mush, such mush, such mush, such mush, such mush, such mush, such mush, such mush, such mush, such mush, such mush, such mush, such mush, such mush.  

  

consumption junction

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“Soft Serve,” mixed media on canvas…work in progress

This weekend was without question a weekend fit for a king/queen.  Although the bay area doesn’t really have any of the four seasons (compared to other states), Cooper and I pretended that it was summer on Saturday and ventured through the Temescal Street Fair.  Street fairs are undoubtely the one thing about the bay area that marks the start of “summer”…and I love them.  The Temescal Street Fair was actually extremely fun to go to because 1.) there were not hoards of people there like there are at all of the SF street fairs, 2.) the food was actually kind of reasonably priced…a beer for $3…who woulda thunk it? and 3.) they had REALLY good food.  We started our consumption junction of a day at the Bakesale Betty stand where they featured their fried chicken sandwiches stuffed to the brim with really good coleslaw.  Words can’t describe how great this sandwich was.  If only we had brought our camera.  We sat on stools with an old metal ironing board as our table and wolfed the perfectly battered sandwich down while dropping coleslaw left and right.  It was a fantastic experience.  We then got beerz.  The beers led to a desire to share a small slice of Lansplitter pizza which at that time was $1/slice.  While our stomachs settled we walked through the fair, watched the different musical acts and then ventured to my favorite art scrap consignment shop.  I made Cooper stay in a corner while I bought him a birthday gift (yes, a really nice something from a scrap store, lucky guy!), then we walked the streets of Oakland to a Scandinavian store.  When we returned to the street fair we watched the crowds salsa dance (something the two of us still long to be able to do) then headed back to Bakesale Betty for their strawberry shortcake.  If you want to make a really really good strawberry shortcake…their recipe is posted here.  I have a new favorite bakery! 

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Cooper the superhero

This evening Cooper and I decided to enjoy the late night sunset by going to an outlook on Grizzly Peak Blvd and eating burritos as the sky turned orange.  I would have to say that the spots on Grizzly Peak may have the best views of the bay area. 

bacon, transistor radios, and stained glass window potato chips

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Mamma MaLou’s Broccoli Raisin Salad

I hope not to offend any vegetarians, but I have to profess my love for bacon.  I love the smell of bacon.  I love the salty, crunchy taste of bacon.  Without question bacon warms (and hardens) my heart and soul.  I pondered today what I would ask for if I had one last meal…it most certainly would have to include bacon and lots of it!  I made my mom’s broccoli raisin salad yesterday for lunch while listening to the free transistor radio my brothers found in someone’s trash. The title of the recipe includes nearly all the ingredients except for the most important one…bacon!  If you are looking for a good, easy summer salad…let me know and I’ll send you the recipe.

I love bacon.

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A.M. only transistor radio. 

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Stained glass window blue potato chip

Trader Joe’s now offer blue potato chips.  They are pretty good, but the best parts of the chip are the amazing colors and formations.  We were searching for a chip with the virgin mary on it, but could only find the one above which looks like outer space with the sun in the middle.   

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Cooper and I felt a little left out yesterday.  We went to a park in Berkeley to enjoy the perfect weather only to find that all the regular dog owners and their pooches were having a dog-bq.  We sat on the grass and watched as all the lucky dog owners enjoyed time mingling with their animals and eating a hot dog (hahaha).  Someday we may get to be part of their group.  Gosh, I feel like I am in middle school and want to be part of the “cool clique.”  I thought I was passed those days, but apparently not!  Anyhow, the dog who is always the main attraction at this park is a little guy (kind of pug-ish looking, but I believe he is something else) whose owner launches a basketball via a large slingshot.  The pooch runs the ball down and herds the ball back in a Harlem Globetrotter sort of way.  He bounces the ball on his nose or does a 360.  Pretty cool tricks, I must say. 

sweet potato tree

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sweet potato tree

It is funny the things that grow when you do nothing to nourish it.  When I returned home from Mexico our sweet potato started a new life of its own.  I love this no nonsense tree…and the best part is I don’t have to do jack to keep it growing!

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The other day I was listening to NPR and they mentioned the use of a hurdy gurdy.  Hurdy gurdy is most certainly not something I hear or say in my everyday conversation.  The two words compliment each other so well, hurdy and gurdy.   Hurdy is the yin to gurdy’s yang. Perhaps I will name my first dog hurdy gurdy.  Or maybe one dog will be hurdy and the other gurdy (like a male and female dog).  

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Speaking of hearing things, today on KCRW (my favorite online radio station), a marching band played Marvin Gaye’s Sexual Healing.  So creative.   

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