Tuesday, August 6, 2013

Santa Monica pier


The family took a small road trip to the Santa Monica pier today, lunching on bacon cheeseburgers and chili dogs by the oceanside with pigeons and seagulls running the same hustle for dropped fries.
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At some point while Felix was making his rounds on a quarter machine elephant, a man was yelling desperately for his granddaughter pushing a stroller maxed out with arcade tickets.
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A small girl sitting on a lion opposite Felix watched quietly as he called a name. When the man saw the small girl on the lion, he said, "There you are," then let out a "whoo!" The girl sat emotionless as if to say, "of course, I found another place to sit, since you took my seat."



Whatever that guy gets with what he said was "a thousand tickets!" I hope it not a beach-themed ashtray or a giant hot pink panda bear. I hope it's a Super Nintendo. 


Monday, August 5, 2013

purple eyeshadow


I just performed 30 walking lunges across my living room floor and around a few pieces of furniture. I wonder if that counts for anything. I'll do 30 more in a moment. Hopefully no one can see me.

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Our real estate agent told me he thought I was a dancer because the way I moved my body when I walked. One part of me was offended, another amused, and just a tiny bit flattered. I said, "Don't tell my husband that!" He said, "Not THAT kind of dancer." I said, "What a ballerina?"
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I used to hate men for talking to my mom this way when I was in middle school and she was single. She was always flattered by these remarks. She'd talk about it for days and then go out on a weekend night wearing purple eyeshadow.

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I was reading a lot of books all at once (Martin Amis: The Rachel Papers, Dead Babies; Jonathan Lethem: Fortress of Solitude; Sasha Grey's debut; Nutting's Tampa...) and then completely lost interest in books altogether. I'll get back into it.
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My latest obsession is watching foodie documentaries on the iPad while attempting to ride ten miles on my exercise bike in 50 minutes. A Matter of Taste: Serving up Paul Liebrandt was a good one. El Bulli: Cooking in Progress was good. It's safe to say I'll never watch anything about a booming cupcake business or the French Organic Revolution.
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I watched Bachelorette, too, which has nothing to do with food docs and more to do with being a weird spin on Bridesmaids. What a strange choice for Kirsten Dunst, in particular, following her success as the star of Melancholia, to star in such an absurd bundle of shlock.

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Also, I'll be in New York this weekend via AA overnight delivery (with Ambien in tow) to decompress with old and best friends following a very special wedding between two boys I've adored for years. Due to scheduling constraints, I couldn't make it to the actual friday afternoon wedding, but I'm doing the best I can being a mommy of a two-year-old and the wife of a person with perpetual deadlines.
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Speaking of which, my two-year-old is demanding brown rice.


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