Today was not a very exciting day, dear blog readers. Unless you count: 1) planting a euphorbia amygdaloides; 2) finding out that Maggie Gyllenhaal’s legs — have legs! 3) a trip to three local Trader Joe’s this morning and 4) dropping by Carlmont Nursery in Belmont.
With regards to that Trader Joe’s run, self bought three (more…)
Ah, Angelina. Such an action hero! In one scene, she wraps her black panties around a surveillance camera. In another, she walks through a ship, tossing hand grenades as casually as if she were scattering fertilizer. She can go from blonde to black-haired, to woman-being-tortured-in-white-lace-underwear (by the North Koreans, of course: those brutes!), to a vaguely tranny-looking NATO security officer.
The million dollar question is: Who channels “Bourne” better: Matt Damon or Angelina Jolie?
The answer: Matt Damon.
Because even when Angelina is in disguise, even after she has donned a plain trench coat and dyed her hair a deep black and is (more…)
What an achievement! Even though self’s brain is fogged up (She believes she got close to three hours sleep — spread over 12 hours), she managed to pick up three 1-gallon pots of Osteospermum (What an odd name, but anyhoo) from Home Depot, her new favorite plant place. One-gallon plants were $4.45 each, what a deal! Though the drawback is that a lot of them look like they’ve been underwatered, or have roots crawling out of the bottom of the pot, so self makes sure she only gets plants that look like they haven’t been allowed to languish. Today there were quite a few serious shoppers who reached in and pulled out individual specimens and positioned them this way and that, so self didn’t feel at all conspicuous doing same.
Then self went to Laurel Street in downtown San Carlos and bought four cans of Fruitables (more…)
It is 4:31 pm in Redwood City. The Colts are leading the Saints 10 to 3, and self has seen mostly Budweiser commercials. There was one particularly stupid one showing people forming a human bridge so that a truck loaded with Buds can cross a ravine. The one with the “Lost” theme was pretty good, though.
Self has learned the following things today:
Stay tuned, dear blog readers, stay tuned.
It is! It’s sun!
Sun sun sun!
Self dashes to the phone and calls the groomer. She’s had enough of the stinky li’l crits, the doggy cushions giving off the unmistakable odor of wet fur.
And, for once, self’s sense of timing seems to have functioned flawlessly, for she chose today to meet a cousin for lunch at Little India on Main Street in downtown Redwood City (where an All-You-Can-Eat buffet that includes soup, salad, rice, chicken tikka masala, curried ground lamb, eggplant with lentils, and many many more ravishing and mouth-watering items costs only $9.95 per person). And would you believe, the rain held off until self and cousin had reached home? It started to pelt down just as self had literally begun to put one foot on the front porch.
Rain is a good omen. That is what people say, at least, when it rains during a wedding. And all the newscasts say how much California needed this rain. Every year, self has to listen to reports of how low the water reservoirs are getting. But now, apparently, they are already three-quarters full.
Hallelujah! Of course, after that, the odor of wet dog that filled self’s nostrils as she sat in the living room was quite revolting. Hence the precipitous call to the groomer.
Tomorrow is the weekend. As per usual, self and hubby will see a movie, probably “The Book of Eli.”
Stay tuned, dear blog readers, stay tuned.
Kanlaon