Archive | April, 2012

Spaghetti with toms, olives and feta recipe

30 Apr

My family loved this quick pasta dish!  Anni especially loved it, you will see her in pic wearing birthday crown.  Oddly, it’s not her birthday but this is how she rolls-in a getup.

Recipe: Spaghetti with Tomatoes, Black Olives, Garlic, and Feta Cheese

  1. 1 1/2 pounds tomatoes (about 3), seeded and cut into 1/2-inch pieces
  2. 1/2 cup Kalamata or other black olives, pitted
  3. 1/4 pound feta cheese, crumbled
  4. 3 tablespoons drained capers
  5. 3 tablespoons chopped flat-leaf parsley
  6. 1/4 teaspoon salt
  7. 1/4 teaspoon fresh-ground black pepper
  8. 3/4 pound spaghetti
  9. 6 tablespoons olive oil
  10. 3 cloves garlic, minced
  1. In a large glass or stainless-steel bowl, combine the tomatoes, olives, feta, capers, parsley, salt, and pepper.
  2. In a large pot of boiling, salted water, cook the spaghetti until just done, about 12 minutes. Drain.
  3. Meanwhile, in a medium frying pan, heat the olive oil over moderately low heat. Add the garlic and cook, stirring, for 1 minute. Add the cooked pasta and the garlic oil to the tomato mixture and toss.


Green’s on the scene

30 Apr

The color green is abundant with spring.  My soul is stirred by the grass stains on the kids clothes, hosta’s growing beneath the Elm tree and rocking in the Eames chair next to an open window!

Cb2 chair

Green Pear rug-FabIkat-Etsy

Vintage desk lamp-EbayVintage-Ebay

Wallpaper-Joss and Main

Joanthan Adler

Owl pillow-Etsy

Mirror-Joss and Main


Pops of green-Etsy

Food with friends

30 Apr

Sometimes we become friends with people and we feel as thought we have known them for ages.  I met a couple of woman when my daughter went to preschool with their children.  My husband and I have become closely acquainted with their husbands as well, and all fell into a rhythm of enjoying one another.  This sounds like we are a group of swingers, not so and get your mind out of the gutter.  It’s all very g rated.  This past winter the three families went on a ski vacation together and had such a great time we are hoping to make it a yearly event.  I’m pleasantly surprised by the friendships because I have found it difficult to emotionally connect with people the older I become.  I am somewhat of a curmudgeon and think time is too precious to spend it trying to crack the egg and figure what’s inside.  Sometimes people start to reveal their idiosyncracies and I think to myself, ‘I would rather be crocheting and watching storage wars.’  This group is quirky, intelligent and I cherish the friendships.  Last weekend we spent the evening at a fantastic Indian restaurant and then listened to a Beatles’ cover band.  Pass the nan friends…

Hair love

30 Apr

My sister Kayce recently chopped off eight inches of her hair.  This cut looks amazing; reminds me of Heidi Klum when she opted for mid lenth. 

Industrial clamp lamp

30 Apr

This lighting series is reminiscent of middle school crushes on all things to do with skate boarders.  A girlfriend and myself would hang out at a local skate shop and watch boys do tricks on their boards.  This lighting designer employs common materials in a ulitarian sense.  The outcome is whimsical products with a modern, minimalist sensabiltiy.  I found this great little shop on etsy!

Life at it’s most hilarious

29 Apr

Absolutely, hands down the funniest pic I have seen in quite some time.  It reminds me of a seventeen hour bus trip I took  home after working on Mackinaw Island one summer.  Really dude, just ass out in your tighties…


Outdoor knits

29 Apr

I consider my style to be hippy chic; a little eclectic, minimalist with godes of pop.  I would love to crochet knits for my oak tree’s.  How eccentric and stylized I imagine this to look.  Creative a wonderland of chunky colors for my aged tree’s.  My girls would flip over this…

Signs, signs, everywhere there’s signs

28 Apr

My faith rides somewhere between Damn I hope and optimistically agnostic.  This being the case, there have been times in my life where I felt reassurance that God exists.  Perhaps humans are all connected and this silly life means we are meant to learn from one another.

The first time I felt this was not long after I decided to quit drinking.  I was on an arduous road to sobriety and was in the stage of self loathing.  It was a point where I felt I needed to be honest and open with my family regarding my mistakes and my addiction.  The one person I felt most ashamed to tell was my grandmother in Texas.  She spent much time caring for me as a young child and I cherish her beyond measure.  My grandmother is a kind, beautiful woman who embraces life with arms wide open.  She used to meditate and practice yoga daily, she would give away her belongings to help those in need and we would take moonlight walks and discuss life.  I thought everyone paled in comparison for she is effervescent.   I knew she would always love me, but I hated to disappoint her.   One night I woke up from a deep sleep and felt the overwhelming need to call my grandma.  My husband encouraged me to call, most likely so he could resume sleep.  I called her around two o’clock in the morning and she answered on the second ring.  She told me she had been praying for me, she felt I was wrestling with some weighty issue’s and needed guidance.  To this day, I don’t know if life can be this coincidental. 

The second incident also defy’s my experience with logic.  My sister was living with me while going through a divorce.  She had moved home from Florida and was tormented about rebuilding her life without her ex husband as the legality was quite fresh.  I received a phone call early in the morning that her ex husband had died that morning in a motorcycle accident.  My sister was sleeping in the basement and I had to give her the news.  I remember walking slowly downstairs, knowing this information would forever alter who she was.  I crawled into bed with her and hugged her.  She woke up, rolled over, looked at me and spoke “Brad is dead, isn’t he?”  I’ll never forget the clarity with which she said it.  All she could tell me later was she had a sensation that he was gone.  I would like to believe God braces us so we can emotionally survive tragedy.  Perhaps we are all given innate coping mechanisms that act as our light in rough waters.  Maybe every so often we learn to trust the inner voice that shines brighter than our doubt and fear. 

I have a dear friend who is a  staunch fundamentalist and believes Jesus is our savior.  One of my closest companions is a wise,  beautiful, soft-spoken Jewish woman.  She does not belive in God yet lives her life by the mantra ‘treat people with kindness because that is how we would want to be treated, not in order to reach salvation.’  Both friendships have touched me and their faith based in intellectual and emotional rationale make them loving caregivers.  I am curious by nature and have contemplated my own mortality since I was quite small.  I would pray for faith; ask for guidance to find meaning in a higher being that I could not comprehend. 

I am so envious of people who are astute in their ideologies and trust in their convictions.  Perhaps I am a student, a feidist always in pursuit of religious truth.  This sounds far better than  a person who lacks conviction and is void of guiding principles.  Regardless I hope the events that have shaped my life reveal my character and have not determined I am lacking it.

One of my favorite quotes is from Wally Lamb, “love grows from the rich loam of forgiveness, mongrels make good dogs,  the evidence of God exists in the roundness of things.’  When I first read this, it reaffirmed my value’s; practice forgiving those that have hurt us because it teaches love.  Some people who have been discarded make remarkable students and teachers.  There is no true beginning, no end, only the process of knowing we are all connected. 

State necklaces

27 Apr

I am originally from San Antonio Texas, and I love many, many things about the great state.  My grandparents live in Bandera and I spent many summers visiting them in the little ranch community.  Most of my positive childhood memories are of time spent outdoors in Texas.  I love the smell of the pecan tree’s and I believe if there is a God she gave us blue bonnets to give us a hint of perfection.   They grow wild on the side of the highways throughout Texas, so driving in the summer you feel like Monet painted the landscape in lavender.

I was fascinated by the wild creatures in Texas.  Scorpions are abundant and oddly beautiful.  Road runners are the most hilarious looking creature walking on two legs and they have so many snakes you have to check underfoot before going for a hike.  Don’t even get me started on the armadillo’s-hilarious, versatile little animals you will NOT find in the midwest.   

However the absolute best aspect of Texas besides the Mexican food and barbecue are the people.  I spent nine months working at a live horse track after high school while taking pottery classes.  Many of the people I met and know are larger than life characters; not intimidated by idle chit-chat and say amazing things like “ya’ll” and “fixin to.”  It is the friendliest region in my experience and they wear cowboy hats to boot!  They do this as a fashion statement and necessity; cowgirls and cowboys are in abundance.  People still ride horses down the road as a mode of transportation, not for sport.

Some days my heart still pines for Texas, so let me address the fashion…I found this amazing jewelry designer who makes state necklaces!!  This designer is an artist in every sense of the word!


Rattle your cage

26 Apr

Life is short. Stay awake for it!-unknown

I know people who seem to be unmoved, unaffected by the life they have CHOSEN to live.  They self medicate, tune out, or appear void of passion.  Here’s my take, ‘life is messy, get a little dirty and let it penetrate.  The most amazing people I know are the one’s who have taken chances, made some mistakes, are not fearful of the road less traveled.’