Another oldie but goodie

This one absolutely stopped me dead in my tracks and captivated my imagination. It was the first time I ever saw the TransAmerica Pyramid and I longed to see this building in real life (now I have about a million photos of it). And the one and only reason I own an Ink Spots CD is because of this ad.

BTW, if any of you have seen that new, trippy Fruit of the Loom commercial with an old-time, Ink Spotsy type singer crooning "I had a dream that you were mine...", you will see that it was influenced by this old ad.

Another Vintage Levi's Commercial

OK Mark, you have to admit, this one is really, really cool.

Levi's Commercial 1970-Claymation

Do you ever find yourself humming a commercial jingle over and over? How about for the past 30 years? Well, thanks to YouTube, I have located one of those commercials. I'm just glad I'm not going crazy because no one else remembered this at all!! Every time I've heard "Levi's", I've started singing this jingle. Do any of you remember it?

Happy New Year....and Oh Shit

Happy New Year.....

It's Labor Day weekend, which, for Brian & I, is observed as New Years. I mean think about it. You started a new year of school in the fall, TV shows were brand new, you shopped for new clothes and school supplies, college football starts, NFL starts....it makes more sense for this to be observed as New Years Day than January 1. The traditional new year is so depressing. It's the doldrums of winter. You are all partied out from the holidays, you've over indulged in eating, drinking and spending. You're tired, shopped out, bloated and feeling the post-Krissmiss let down. There's nothing to look forward to in the next few months at all.

I remember being a kid, and into my teens, just weeping at midnight on New Years Eve. To me it was so sad, the passing of time. I couldn't help it, esp. if I was home alone, which sometimes I was as my parents were off with their friends, for one reason or another my cousins were doing stuff that I was not invited to, and my friends were babysitting. There is nothing more depressing than ringing in the new year, completely alone, listening to the countdown of the year's top 100 songs on the radio and watching Dick Clark's New Years Rockin' Eve. It just seemed like the passing of time mocked me.

In jr. high and high school, I always felt the loneliest and most miserable on New Years Eve. I just wanted to get out of Sandwich so bad and do something....ANYTHING....as long as it was on the west coast. And now we had a new year where I'm stuck languishing on the east coast and I had like zero to look forward to. To my school friends, I think I was seen as outgoing, friendly and funny, if a bit weird, but deep inside I was a very unhappy adolescent. Of course New Years was less depressing when I got older and got to do stuff, esp. when we lived in San Francisco and got to see the last 3 Grateful Dead New Years Eve concerts in 1989, 1990 & 1991. Now we're just too damn tired to make it till midnight.

So that is why we prefer to celebrate the New Year on Labor Day weekend. Because we actually have stuff to look forward to with the new TV season, college and pro football, the foliage and beautiful fall days, snug rainy weekends, the holidays and winter. Even though it feels like I just put the holiday decorations away, and now it's time to drag out the boxes again.

For the record, our fave college football teams are as follows:

Notre Dame - Because of the Irish tradition, and NBC always shows their games every week.

West Virginia - Because Brian spent a good portion of his teen youth partying in Morgantown.

UW Huskies - The local team of course.

Cal Bears - Because we lived in SF, nearly all the attorneys I worked for either did their undergrad or law school at Berkeley, I worked in Berkeley near the Cal campus and my former boss was the lead attorney for the Free Speech Movement in the 60's.

Michigan - Because of the Michigan tradition and my boss went there.

Nebraska - Because of the Huskers tradition.

Boston College - Because I'm from Massachusetts.

...and Oh Shit

Well I coloured my hair today....the colour on the box said "Medium Brown". What I ended up with is, essentially, black. Black hair. I've never had black hair in my life. How in the hell am I supposed to go out in public like this? What the hell happened????? Clearly, I bought the wrong box of colouring.

Black. Man alive, when Brian wakes up I am in for some serious ribbing. I'm surprised I didn't wake him up with my cries of distress from the bathroom, "WHAT THE ????? BLACK! MY HAIR IS BLACK?! DAMMIT! DAMMIT!" Needless to say, I better have a snappy self-deprecating comment ready for when I go to work on Tuesday b/c Steve's too polite to say anything unless I bring it up first. And poor Debby....she has night blindness and since I keep my office so dark, she's never going to be able to see me, esp. if I wear black clothing. I'll look like a floating face to her.

So for today, I had to offset my hair with a brightly coloured rainbow swirl tie dye shirt that says, "Peace, Love and Muddy Paws". It's going to take a few weeks for this to wash out too.

Summer 2007 Summary:

Is it me, or did the summer go by exceedingly fast this year? We literally got nothing done. Squat. Bupkiss. Nada. Nil.

No. of times sat and/or ate dinner on the deck: -0-

No. of times used the grill: 1, on July 4th.

No. of times sat in skychairs: -0- We didn't even put them up. Nor did we put out the summer garden decorations (gazing balls, wind spinners, etc).

No. of times Brian enjoyed a cigar on the deck: -0-

Yardwork completed: -0-, except for cutting the lawn a couple of times.

No. of Tacoma Rainiers baseball games attended: -0- But we're boycotting them b/c they took our mini-plan seats away after the ultimatum of "either buy season tickets for those seats or go sit somewhere else".

No. of times walked the dogs: -0-

No. of rooms in the house I thoroughly cleaned like I'd planned to this spring: -0-

PS Brian just got up and roared with laughter at my hair, "Leave the colouring on a bit long, did we?"

"Caddy" Shack: Epilogue

At Laurel's suggestion, I went to Bed Bath & Beyond and paid an ungodly amount of money for this Super Duper Delux Fabulously Adjustable Shower Caddy With The Lady's Name In Child Of The Manger Gold!!



OK, that part's not true about the lady's name, but it is adjustable. And the top part actually clips on to the shower pipe and you screw it down so that it can't slide around. It went against my grain to pay nearly $45, including tax, for a shower caddy, but desperate situations call for desperate measures.
We shall see....

Liar Liar Pants on Fire

Never go food shopping when you are hungry. That's what I did this morning. I figured I'd get it out of the way today and then I wouldn't have to do it over the weekend, and I would buy some good stuff for the 3-day weekend. As I was rounding one of the aisles, there was a huge display of Hostess products. I spied these carrot cake cupcakes and like Pavlov's dog, I started salivating. Who doesn't love a nice gooey carrot cake with the sweet cream cheese frosting? Ya know the kind.... so sweet that your teeth and jaw begin to hum, and in a half hour your friends or coworkers have to scrape you off the ceiling from the sugar high.



Oh!! OH!!! The deliciousness! Those plump carrot cupcakes, with creamy filling....no trans fats and in 100 calorie packages!!! I could have three of these scrumptious icing covered cream filled decadant cupcakes. I've always had a fondness for Hostess products. HoHo's, Devil Dogs, Ring Dings, Crumbcake, Twinkies. It's all good. And my favourite of all, those amazing chocolate frosted cupcakes with the cream filling......Oh Sweet Joy! Oh Blessed Creamy Rapture!! So I finish my shopping, get home and put the groceries away. I cannot wait to try one of these bad boys. I make my coffee and carefully open the box..... ....and I pull this out of the box. Are ya freakin kiddin' me? Note to Hostess: If you are going to put a picture like that on the box, make sure the damn product looks like the picture!!!Yes, that's a quarter, ladies and germs. I gotta tell ya, these cupcakes look like they have seen better days.
Does this really look like the creamy filled goodness that Hostess depicts on the box?

But I ate 'em anyway.

Outstanding In Her Field

Earlier today Susan and I were emailing about our excitement over the upcoming college football season. I asked her why Michigan's colour was called "maize" instead of "yellow" or "gold" and she emailed back that maybe they are "outstanding in their field". That brought to mind the extremely amusing Clover Stornetta Dairy billboards that appear along Highway 101 in Sonoma County, California. Every time we headed north, which was frequently, I would eagerly anticipate a new billboard and try to snap a photo of it. They are the masters of very punny Clo the Cow jokes, such as the apron see below, "At Clo's Range"...

...and their "Eclological" grocery sack (that's Clo the cow, ain't she cute?)....

...not to mention their trucks, "Moona Lisa, a Classic Pitcher."

I have a few photos of other billboards and trucks, but it would take an act of congress to scare them up out of my photo albums, especially since I am posting this from work, so I hope you check out the link below. I tried to right-click on the pictures, but unfortunately that's not an option. There will be a line of cartoon photos with different years. Click on the photos and the billboards will display. They are really cute.
http://cloverstornetta.com/clothecow/billboards.html

Here's Clo at a parade, and I have photos of her at the Fairfax Festival parades too.
The only black eye the company got, which was incredibly STOOPID, was the time they did a "Jacques Closteau" billboard. The Cousteau family got wicked pissed off and sued the dairy for trademark infringement. I believe that they settled out of court and Clover Stornetta had to make a sizeable donation to the Cousteau Foundation or something. I just thought it was so lame that they took offense at the adorable parody, but that they sued a little, local, family-owned dairy over it was so unnecessary. But what can you expect from the freakin' French anyway. They have no sense of humour.

Trip Indulgences

Here are some pictures of the really great stuff I got on my trip to Canada.....all the stuff I couldn't think of when Occifer Otto was grilling me about my purchases. It's just as well, he would have made me make an itemized declaration just in case I went over the limit. I've spared you a photo of the maple leaf shaped maple syrup bottle and the red double decker bus pencil sharper w/ the "Canada" stickers on it.

As much as I do enjoy kitschy souvenirs, when I travel and buy spendy things, I try to make a point of purchasing stuff made by local artists.


I got this gorgeous Chinese checkers game in Port Angeles the morning I left. I found one really cool store that was open super early (probably for ferry travelers!) so I went in to browse around. There was no price tag that I could see and you know what they say, if you can't see the price tag, you probably can't afford it. Being a marble addict, I had to inquire. The salesclerk looked and said, "$66.00". I said, "Sold." There was no way I was sailing away from Port Angeles without this. So she wrapped it up real good and I carted it around in my trunk till I got home. I wish you could see how gorgeous and colourful the marbles are. I found an incredible deal on these antique marbles at Willow Antiques in Chemainus. The larger set are antique German marbles and the entire bag was $20.00. Considering I've spent upwards of $50 on ONE antique marble, I thought this was a steal. The pee wee marbles were only $5 for the entire bag.Collecting antique beaded purses is another of my many passions, and again, this one was a steal at $83, also purchased in Chemainus. It's not a large purse, probably about 5" in diameter, maybe less, but the beadwork is exquisite. The key to good beaded purses is the size of the beads. The smaller the bead, the more intricate and expensive the purse. That's why this one was such a great deal. The most I've ever spent on an antique purse is $350, but the purse has to "speak to me." I won't buy just any antique, beaded purse. It needs to be unique and I have to feel that I absolutely MUST own it before I'll put out the money. One of these days I'll blog pictures of my purse collection. Many are too old and fragile for me to display anymore, and those are kept in an acid-free photo box wrapped in acid-free paper.These are some gorgeous art cards I picked up at my fave souvenir shop, Nootka Traders. Last time I was in Victoria I saw them and I didn't get them and I've been obsessing over it for the past 2 years.So I made sure I got them this time. I think if you click on the picture, it'll get bigger; they really are lovely cards. Not sure where I'm going to put them as our walls are chock full of stuff, but I'll find a place. The bottom card, of Parliament, is the one that's haunted me since my last trip in 2005. I have always bought a t-shirt whenever I've traveled places; this has been one of my "things" since I was a kid. I pretty much have always turned my head at the "Made in China" tag and bought it anyway. Imagine my surprise when I passed this shirt with a tag that said, "Made in Canada". I found this shirt at Nootka Traders and it's the only place in Victoria that sells it, that I could find anyway, and I hit ALL the souvenir shops. The art is by a First Nations artist who lives in Vancouver. I thought it was especially cool since I love the moon and my last name is Wolf, and I love wolves..... Oh and the pink thing is the sparkly bracelet I bought at Butchart Gardens. If you click on this picture, you can see all the dog hair covering my shirt. lolI collect these beaded cards and can only find them at one of my all-time fave stores on the planet, Instinct Art & Gift. They always come with a large and small card and are done by a Vancouver Island First Nations woman, with acrylic paints and hanging beads. This is the 3rd set I've purchased. By the way, only in the USA do we say "Native Americans" or "American Indians". In Canada, they are called "First Nations".Bought these at Instinct Art & Gift as well. Both are handmade in Nepal. Can you tell I'm a sucker for beads and glass?This is the painting I got from the artists along the promenade of Inner Harbour. As mentioned in my earlier blog post, they work with spray paints, as seen in this photo in the corner, under the 2 umbrellas, with the crowd standing in front of them. Can you believe they do this with spray paints???? I had a hard time seeing them making the pictures b/c the crowd is always so thick, and being short, I can't see over anyone's heads! They had a lot of really cool, ethereal, magical, celestial paintings, and I was torn between this one and one that depicted the planets, including my fave, Saturn. However, my fave colour is this deep cobalt blue, and I wanted to commemorate my seeing orcas in the wild for the first time, so I got this one and I'm glad I did.

Stupid Piece of Crap II: The Crap Continues

So much for the duct tape idea. But all of you guys gave us some good ideas and tips, so now we have to try them.

Seen on a septic truck on Highway 16 on the way home: "Doody Happens".

L-Pod Welcomes a New Arrival!

Baby L-110 comes up for a peak at the world. L-103 (born in 2003) on the far left, and L-7 (born in 1961) in the center.

I'm absolutely over the moon to hear that the above baby orca was born two weeks ago to L-Pod, which is the pod of whales that I got to see when I was in Victoria. I am especially thrilled that he/she was born so close to when I saw his/her family off San Juan Island! The marine biologist identified the whale I saw, below, as "L-41/Mega", who was born in 1977. Maybe he's the new baby's father, cousin or uncle!!I think orcas are adorable; they always look like they are smiling, just like dolphins. Which isn't surprising since the orca whale is actually the largest member of the dolphin group. If you have a moment, check out the Center for Whale Research. http://www.whaleresearch.com/thecenter.html

FRIDAY HARBOR, Wash. -- The Center for Whale Research reports a baby orca whale, believed to be about two weeks old, has been sighted off San Juan Island.

The center's director of development and outreach director says the orca's birth was confirmed Sunday when the entire Southern Resident killer whale population swam in to look for food on the west side of San Juan Island on Sunday evening.

Kelley Balcom-Bartok says he was among researchers who went out in a 19-foot boat and saw the new whale.

The new birth puts the Southern Resident population -- the J, K and L pods -- at 87 whales. The new whale belongs to L pod, a family group.

Balcom-Bartok was among researchers who went out in a 19-foot boat and saw the new whale.
The new birth puts the southern resident population -- the J, K and L pods -- at 87 whales. The new whale belongs to L pod, a family group.

The gender of the baby is unknown, but researchers are confident its mother is L83, who was born July 27, 1990. The baby has been named L110.

Balcomb-Bartok said there are 43 orcas in L pod, 25 in J pod and 19 in K pod. The birth had been reported about two weeks ago by reliable observers along the southern coast of Vancouver Island, he said.

The resident orca pods returned to Puget Sound waters in July after being in the Pacific Ocean since late last year. L pod spent most of the winter off the West Coast. Members of K pod were spotted off San Francisco during the winter. J pod can be spotted in the Puget Sound area almost any time of year.

Van Isle Sans Chroma

I only shot 2 rolls of black & white film on my vacation, and I was very displeased with how 90% of them came out. Since a small handful did come out good, I am assuming that it was my error in camera settings that caused most of the photos to look washed out and dull, and not the processing by Robi's Camera Shop. Of course I was also using my Pentax K-1000, which is about 23 years old and has shot probably close to 500-600 rolls of film in that time. Nah, it was my fault.

This is in Port Angeles, WA, near the ferry landing. Craigdarroch Castle.

Craigdarroch Castle. This is one of the few photos that I find acceptable.

Mill Bay at the BC Ferry landing.

Bridge crossing The Gorge in Victoria.

Abandoned building, Victoria.

The Johnson Street Bridge opening to let a sailboat through. The side that's up the highest is the railroad tracks part and the other is for vehicle/pedestrian traffic.

No matter what I do, I cannot get my scanner to recognize sides of the photo that have sky in them. It keeps cutting off the sides of my photos, as seen here. There is more to the left side of the photograph.

Johnson Street, Victoria.

Victoria.

French Beach Provincial Park.

Someone clearly built this fort out of beach logs and when I peered over the edge, it looked like the perfect place for a couple to enjoy a little oceanside shimmy-sham. wink wink nudge nudgeI couldn't tell if these logs were placed like this by people or if they were washed onto the beach like this.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ELIZA!

For our dear friend Eliza:


Thank you so, so much for all of your hard work on your blog and website. Thank you for sharing all of your pictures & movie snippets with us. Thank you for your undying generosity.

May you have the happiest of birthdays now and always.

We appreciate all of your hard work.

I bet I know what you will wish for when you blow out the candles on your cake!

We love you!

Stupid Piece of Crap

We can put a man on the moon, but we can't make a shower caddy that actually WORKS.

Over the years, we've had a lot of different shower caddies that, for one reason or another, either rusted away & fell apart or wouldn't stick after awhile. It's frustrating. We have a lot of shower crap, or as Kyan from "Queer Eye" would say, "product", and balancing bottles and razors on the edge of the tub just isn't an option.

The last shower caddy we had absolutely refused to stay stuck on the tiles, no matter how much I cleaned and dried the tiles and cleaned the suction cups. The weight of it kept pulling it down from against the wall to against the shower head. There's nothing quite like rinsing the shampoo out of your hair and suddenly have bottles and razors come cascading down over your head and clattering into the tub. I tried everything to keep that bastard at the top of the shower pipe. Wire. Leather cord. Nothing worked.

I gave up and went to Fred Meyer, in search of a "new and improved" shower caddy. I swear I spent more time comparing and contrasting shower caddies that day than I did when I bought my car a couple of years ago. I finally settled on a metal caddy with a big ass suction cup and a rubber grippy thing that looked like it was supposed to grip the top of the shower pipe.

I got it home and put it in the shower. Eh, it looks OK. Kind of small. But at least it's sticking. That lasted all of about 2 weeks, tops. The friggin suction cup is SO large that it overlaps the grout channels, so any kind of long term suction just ain't gonna happen. Then the rubber grippy thing gave way and again, crap was raining down on my head in the shower.

To quote the famous line from "Network": I'M MAD AS HELL AND I'M NOT GONNA TAKE IT ANYMORE!

Then it hit me: WWRGD. That stands for "What Would Red Green Do?" Red Green was a really funny Canadian comedy that ran for years, episodes have been shown in the States on PBS. Among his famous catch phrases are, "If the women don't find ya handsome, they should at least find ya handy" and "That's right, we'll use the Handyman's Secret Weapon: Duct Tape".

So I got out my trusty roll of duct tape. And I defy this fucker to come loose again.

Tagged by Val

Val posed 5 questions for me and some of the other Vixens to answer, so here goes:

1. What is your earliest memory.
Being in Yonkers NY and visiting the place where my grandfather was living, right before he died, two days before my 4th birthday in 1968. My mom went to Yonkers for 3 weeks that November but my dad stayed home on the Cape to work. I remember laying on the couch at my grandmother's apartment being babysat by my Aunt Lee, and crying because I missed my dad so much.

2. Tell us about your first love.

Well, I had a ton of crushes in junior high and high school, but the first guy I fell in love with was my high school boyfriend, Donnie Martel. He went to Barnstable High and I was at Sandwich High, but we were both really into punk rock and we hung out at the same record store in Hyannis, "Wave Records". I didn't know he liked me at all, till one day Liz & I ran into him and our other friends Chris & Randy, and Donnie gave me a Boomtown Rats button he'd bought for me in Boston b/c he knew how much I loved them. We started going out at the end of February, 1982 and we fell in love quickly. He asked me to marry him the night before I left for my school trip to London & Paris. However, that fall I went away to college in Maine and he stayed on the Cape to go to the local community college, and our relationship fell apart by February, 1983.

Then in a strange twist of fate, both Donnie and I transferred to Emerson College in Boston for the last 2 years of school and we graduated in the same class in 1986. I'd run into him on campus from time to time, but I was engaged to someone else by that point.



This would be Brian's cue to make a disparaging remark about Donnie's "lack of readiness".


3. What was your fave movie or TV show when you were young (under 12).


Hands down, favourite movie was, and in fact still is, "Paper Moon". I adored Tatum O'Neal as "Addie Pray". Loved "Wizard of Oz" and "Willie Wonka and the Chocolate Factory" too.



Fave TV show(s): "Lost in Space", "The Monkees", "The Partridge Family", "The Brady Bunch", "Little House on the Prairie" and "Bonanza".


4. If you won the lottery, what would be the first thing you bought?


My house. I'd pay off my mortgage first and foremost. Then I'd buy a vacation condo in Victoria.


5. Best piece of advice you've ever been given?


"You don't tug on Superman's cape, you don't spit into the wind, you don't pull the mask off the ol' Lone Ranger and you don't mess around with Jim." hahaha Just kidding.


I'm not really sure, but my fave quote from the musical movie "Scrooge" (starring Albert Finney) was said by the Ghost of Christmas Present and it's always stuck with me because it really is good advice:

"There is never enough time to do or say all the things that we would wish. The thing is to try to do as much as you can in the time that you have. Remember, time is short, and suddenly you're not there anymore."