First and Foremost, a HUGE announcement: Warmest Loving Congratulations to Beth and Silpa on the arrival of their beautiful baby daughter this morning! Two more wonderful Mummies can not be found, we wish you every happiness!
In a related line, I filled out a survey online last week on the economy, unemployment and politics. It asked the regular questions about satisfaction with the system and politicians, how I feel about the way things are going. Then, second to last how happy I am with my life and how many people I am close to. I could say something philosophical about happiness, and I am capable of fluffy, boring waxability, philosophy-wise.
But I am nothing if not OCD, so I defined parameters: Who would drive me to the hospital, who would bail me out of jail, who would be in the cell with me? Who are 1st, 2nd, 3rd degree qualifiers? Who knows the dirty the secrets and who would do the dirty laundry, be it a stubborn stain or a stubborn Ex needing rid of?
What dude would show at 2am with a back-up Louiseville Slugger when I hear obvious sounds of Upright Badger Home Invasion and GingerMan’s gone to DefCon for the weekend? [FaceBook Post 01 April 2011: “I was drifting toward consciousness this morning when I heard a sound that I believed with all my heart was a home invasion by human-size upright-walking rabid badgers downstairs. It was the garbage truck.”]
So I combed my Contacts, sorting carefully. Just my little black book, mind you, not FaceBook. Final Number? Thirty-Two--No stretching, no fibbing, just 1st and 2nd degrees, and I have a really tiny family. Thirty-two people is a large tribe. Nearly a small village. People I’ve laughed and cried with, shared holidays with, tried on orange nail polish with. In my tribe is a rather skilled imaginative stylist who, one summer, toned my hair colour on the slightly orange scale, and I was thus dubbed Laura'nge, and yea verily we are legion.
The rain outside that has broken a 5-day streak of warm sunshine woke me from a dream of orange nails, big hair and acid wash denim . Thirty-Two. We're supposed to be a dwindling society and my Zombie Apocalypse Compound is gonna need a velvet rope.
Tomorrow is the first installment of my foundation makeup reviews, with some really exciting news, if nifty well-thought-out systems get your pretty toes tingling. I’ve been working through several national brands and we’ve come a looooong way baby.
Tomorrow Night is the first installment of three in the Anthony Bourdain developed classes at Sur La Table Los Gatos, this focusing on knife techniques and basics, more news on that Friday.Pin It Now!