Monday, June 18, 2012

Is that your personal knife?

Talbots top. J.Crew shorts.

I've always loved the sight of a dog sticking its head out of a moving car, tongue-out and grinning from ear to ear. My neighbor's dog (pictured) has a permanent smile that is making me question my mysophobic pet-free existence. It's a tough decision. Cuddles or a germ-free sofa?

Monday, June 11, 2012

Napa Newbie

As a recent Californian, I couldn't wait to set foot in Napa, the oenophile's version of Disneyland. One of the wineries I had the pleasure of visiting was Stags' Leap, a property ripe with olive trees, wild turkeys, and yes, grapes. I'm not a sommelier, but I recommend you go for their 2008 Stags' Leap Cabernet Sauvignon Napa Valley and stay for the wild turkey sightings.

Wild turkey derriere.

Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Once more, with feeling

I met this poppy in Napa. A bit of a poser, eh?
Dear five readers,
I know you thought I'd quit this blog (and for a while, I did too), but I'm still breathing over here. Not comfortably, though - a cold has turned me into a very attractive Mrs. Potato Head, bulbous nose and all. But enough about my looks! (this blog has always been more about philosophy and the dwindling economy). What have I been up to these past few months? 

1. I left my beloved Vancouver and moved to Mountain View, California. It's a long story and no, I did not get a job at Google. I did, however, get a Costco membership card from a clerk who asked me what Canadian was. As in: "What language do Canadians speak?"

2. I don't know anyone in the area so I'm lonely enough to constantly bombard my neighbors with babysitting offers. Will you lend me your baby for a few hours of human interaction? Please? Your cat then? A fern?

3. I realized being too secretive is silly (except when my best friend and I "invented" a secret alphabet to pass notes in class and dissuade my mom from reading my journal - that was vital). From now on, I will always use my real first name (ANA - what's up, fellow palindromes?) and never my last name (five stalkers are no fun). 

You stay classy, five readers.