Archive for June, 2009


In the 100˚ weather, Myrtle and I drove up past Calistoga, to the family ranch of a friend. There, I had to drive Myrtle down a ranch road, past a vineyard, and over a small creek.

This got me to a reservoir in the shadow of Mount Saint Helena, which is a mountain made of volcanic rock, but is not itself a volcano. This was temporarily debated as we know that Calistoga is known for it hot springs, and thus there must be lava fields.

The reservoir is used to help irrigate the vineyards, which are run by a large local winery. This was also the reason why I had to leave eventually. I really had to pee. I couldn’t pee in the water, and there weren’t much for bushes around. But there was a gas station seven miles away. Funny, but when you have to pee, that is really all you can think about. That, and it was going to take 2 1/2 hours to get home and the sun was setting soon, and you all know how much I love my sleep. But I digress.

It was a wonderful afternoon of swimming and boating out to the dock. It made the 100˚ weather actually bearable. I spent most of the afternoon floating about in the water staying cool. We also managed to get some snacks out to the float, including a bottle of wine made from the grapes on the property. We were lacking glasses, so we used the Mike’s Hard Lemonade bottles that we had consumed earlier.

Met a bunch of cool people. Got more exercise than I would have staying at home. And drove back to Berkeley with the top down before it got too cold. Amazing how cold 67˚ is when you’ve been in 100˚ and direct sun all day. Thank goodness for the two applications of sunscreen I used. I think I came out mostly unscathed!

I didn’t take many photos, but there are a couple more in My Gallery.

Overall, it was an absolutely fabulous day!

Little white lies

Sometimes we need a little white lie to make it through the day. Whether it is being told that everything's going to be alright, telling yourself that you've moved on, or a hollow I love you, we need something to get us through. Sometimes we just have to say it over and over until we can believe it.

Or until proven wrong.

Which is better? To say the lie, or not, when someone really needs to hear it? And is it really a lie if you tell it because you *want* to believe it?

Walking the dog

Except this doesn't look like walking to me.

Keep being awesome

When I think about eating meat, I want to become a vegetarian. But then I falter and have a hamburger. I don’t think I should have to change. It isn’t really a problem. It would be nice, but I just do what I can to cut back on my meat intake. Besides, we are at the top of the food chain for a reason. Notice I said vegetarian. I can’t become vegan. I can’t give up cheese, and milk and ice cream. I already don’t like eggs, but I like them as food glue in baked goods.

So, I couldn’t help but laugh when I saw this on Flickr today.

For you foodies

Random dinner. Leftover homemade macaroni and cheese, asparagus and
sea salt, bread and balsamic vinegar and oil, and my rasberry vionier.
Bizarre, I know.

Now to watch the last episode of Dollhouse.

Viognier and Rasberries

I know it is sacrilege but I couldn't help myself.

Quiet weekend

And I have nothing profound to say. But I’ve gotten a lot done today. I made Nana’s Blueberry Cake. I washed, folded, and ironed all of my clothes. I put berries and whipped creme on a pastry. I steam cleaned my carpet. That is where I got the blisters. But my carpet is so nice and clean. Now where did I put that French Maid costume?

My hands still smell like garlic from the pasta I made on Friday night. I started with plain pasta sauce and I sauteed garlic in wine with fresh tomatoes, onion, and green pepper. I’ve smelled like garlic all weekend. Best that I’ve stayed home for the most part.

However, yesterday, Perl and I went to lunch with KFJ and his parents before the new baby is born. KFJ seems excited to have a little sister. Although not as much as he was quick to explain about his new dog, Z-whehs, because his previous dog was old and had to go away. It was a fun lunch, and I’ll have to do it again sooner rather than later!

I found God!

And he needs YOUR help!! Actually, his friend needs our help! And I need help getting some! You’ll want to read this one. If you don’t, then at least scroll to the bottom where it says, How You Can Help.

I was at BJ’s tonight, having beers with friends, mourning the departure of a friend to grad school. One of the guys had a large…lens on his camera, so of course I had to grab it and take some photos. While I was standing precariously on a chair and a railing, trying to get everyone’s attention, the table beside us beckoned me to photograph them. So I played paparazzi and told them to strike a pose.

As I was getting down from the chair, one of the guys at the paparazzi table said that his badge number is lower than mine. I told him I couldn’t believe he was looking at my badge! Who does that? Who looks at a girl’s badge and tells her that her number is large! WTF!?!

Then one of Badge Boy’s friends said the magic words. CowPuppy Ranch. I was shocked. He repeated it. And told his friends that I am K. I couldn’t believe it! The other day I had been thinking that the world will be sad when I forget to introduce myself using my real name and just tell people that I’m K. And here was this guy, who I didn’t know, recognizing me at beer thirty because he reads my blog. Then he introduced himself.

I’m God.

Holy shit! You’ve got to be kidding me! I met God today! If you recall, almost a year ago, I emailed God. And then, after not hearing from him for months, he emailed me on my birthday.

So now I know who God is. And God has a friend. Badge Boy, who is applying for the Murphy-Goode job blogging about wine for $10k a month plus accommodations. And this is where he needs our help! And where I need your help!

Kevin Stephens has managed to work his way up from the bottom of the pack to the top 50, but he wants to be #1. We agreed that if I can get him to #1, then I can get some! So help a girl out and vote him into this job! God help me!

How You Can Help

Step 1: Watch The Video
Step 2: Vote by entering your email address. Note that you will not get spammed. God promised me that he and his friends have all voted and not been spammed.
Step 3: Click on the link in the email that you get. This is IMPORTANT or your vote won’t count!
Step 4: Repeat steps 2 and 3 with as many email addresses as you have.
Step 5: Send this link to your friends and help a girl out!

You only have 24 hours from the time of this post. It ends at midnight on June 19, 2009. Go!

My [redacted] hurts

You know, that spot on my inner thighs after I ride my bike for fifteen miles. Awesome Pants and I went to my favorite trail today to get some sun after a week of SF weather. (I don't know how you SF people survive other than that you come down to the nice weather five days a week.)

So now I'm a little sore, but a good sore. I need more exercise!

In the photo, you can't really see it, but the sign way up the pole has two arrows directing pigeons to one side of the pole and cormorants to the other side. I'm certain they always follow the sign!

Wine tasting. Again.

So my favorite thing to do when people visit from out of town is to go wine tasting in the Santa Cruz mountains. First we had lunch at a Mexican restaurant in Boulder Creek. Then a stop at Loma Prieta to pick up my wine shipment. Finishing at Burrell School. What better way to relax after a week in the city?


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