In Which Princess Rosebud Gets Her Groove Back.

As in shopaholic heaven.

As in a daylong shopping frenzy.

On a roll, guys. On a friggin’ roll.

The sun is shining, the sky is blue, the birdies are singing.

Picture me sitting cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by bags and boxes and fresh crackly tissue paper. It’s Christmas in May!

I hope you are as snappy happy as I am that I haven’t lost my touch.

It’s been so long since I spent a solid day doing nothing but shopping — and I’m proud to say that I was firing on all cylinders, whatever THAT means.

I whipped out the plastique so fast there were tendrils of smoke swirling from its little slot in my (Chanel) wallet.

Must haves, every single one.

The only dark spot in an otherwise stellar day was a grave situation with the rack of undergarments at Kohl’s.

Simply put…a 32A bra should not be situated anywhere near a 42G bra on any rack at any store. And stop laughing at me. It was traumatic.

This is merely an observation from someone less — uh — ahem– less endowed.

Here’s the story: I was searching through the racks of sale bras at Kohl’s  –  and this is just a random thought…but could someone PLEASE organize them so that the 32A bras are not ALL lovingly nestled inside the 42G brassieres? There’s a whole world of sizes in between those two ends of the pectoral scale. Geez, it’s embarrassing enough to seek out the teeny tiny size I wear, but to be overshadowed by a brassiere that will eventually embrace two proudly gigantic mammary glands is almost more than I can bear…Those ginormous over-the-shoulder-boulder-holders were taunting me, I swear it. Taunting me!!! [sobbing now]

Ahh, but even THAT couldn’t dampen my spirits!

Today was a great day, my friends, a great day!

It all started with the seashells. Aren’t these enchanted?

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Michael’s had a sale. These guys were 50% off! Yippee!
Seashells are the best, right?shellbottleThat’s when I strolled over to Kohl’s in search of a new spoon rest; I didn’t find that, but look what was on sale! (Oh, and I did finally locate a couple of miniature brassieres, thank you very much.)

My super favorite brand of work out shoes —  Asics — and half the price that I paid a few months ago at Footlocker, so of course I needed twice the shoes — four shoes for the price of two!  Such a deal!

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Since I was totes feeling it, I stopped at the Carlsbad Premium Outlets and Cole Haan. These lightweight beauties were hiding in the secret back room clearance area. Did you know that most Cole Haan shoes boast concealed Nike Air technology? These do too, and are soooo comfy. Originally in the $200.00 range, my final price was $69.00 Cha-ching!

  • Heritage weave detailing on vamp straps. (LOVE the word “vamp”)
  • Jute-wrapped detail at midsole.
  • Stacked platform and wedge heel.

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Another shopaholic in Cole Haan was wearing the most adorable sandals so of course I asked her where she purchased them after I complimented her excellent taste in footwear and to my surprise and delight, she pointed right around the corner at Nine West. As soon as I completed my purchase at CH, I scurried over to NW. Could you just DIE? These are the mostest totes adorbs; could be my favorite sandal EVER. Can you make out the sparkles? Sigh.

sandalsAt another store, can’t even remember the name of it ‘cos I was on a M-I-S-S-I-O-N,  y’all, I stocked up on discounted Kiehl’s. It was at that point I wished I had someone with me to carry all my bags, or at least another arm or two.

The new Kate Spade store was open and really crowded. I tried on a couple of cute dresses, but nothing spoke to me in a demanding tone of voice, so I left with nothing, but that’s OK, too.

I’m resting up for tomorrows adventure, my favorite Nordstrom Outlet!

I’m Happy, Happy, Happy!

 

The Convoluted Logic of Our Mother’s Day Tradition

depositphotos_5078841-Happy-Mothers-Day-with-Daisy-FlowersIt started with my own mom; she presented ME with gifts on Mother’s Day — thanking me for being her daughter — and any excuse to shop is a good one, right?

I was born on Mother’s Day, so it makes sense to give me lots and lots of presents. Even though it only occurs that way every seven years, it’s still always within the same week.

I enthusiastically carry on the tradition with my son; well, because — uh –if it weren’t for him, I wouldn’t have a reason to celebrate Mother’s Day at all, would I?

As my son would say, “Duh.”

This year I got him an array of products from Kiehls — skin cream, shaving cream, shampoo, and penned a mini-poem:

You have always been my Angel Boy

As your mom

Every day has been filled with joy.

Other girls wanted to be doctors, lawyers, teachers — all I ever wanted to be was a mom.

While all the other mommies are having breakfast or brunch or lunch, I’ll be spending my day driving to the airport to for a Southwest Airlines delivery of my Angel Boy. Can’t wait!

Best of all, he’ll be here all week and that is my best birthday present ever.

Happy Mother’s Day to cat and dog lovers!

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No, I can’t go with him. Ever. Please stop asking.

Being married to a guy who goes out to sea elicits ongoing explanations–what does he do, why does he go away; he’s fishing, right? (Wrong)

At the gym today, one of the girls asked me the question I have been asked literally hundreds of times, “Do you ever get to go with him?”

NO, I can’t ever go with him, nor can I meet him and spend a few days sightseeing.

In the middle of the ocean?

These are working vessels. They don’t carry passengers for safety and security reasons; plus he works ALL the time.

Usmm-sealA refresher for new readers…my husband’s a tugboat captain. He’s also referred to as a mariner or a merchant seaman. He’s a member of the United States Merchant Marine.

The way most tug captains and crew are paid when they’re out to sea is on a “daily rate” basis which means he’s literally on the clock 24 hours a day.

Sometimes it’s eight hours on and four hours off, or six hours on and six hours off. In the “off” times, he has to eat and shower and sleep, which is why seamen often suffer from sleep deprivation.

When he comes home after a long assignment, it takes about a week to regulate his body to a more normal sleep/awake pattern.

I guess there are still some situations where spousal visits to ports are possible, but that’s never been my own experience, and since I get seasick and tugs are super noisy and smelly and dirty, I’m not sure it would be that much fun.

Here’s how we prepare for a long assignment. We’ve discovered that having a departure routine is also a coping strategy, as it helps us work as a team.

The prep is a major undertaking, although a reluctant one on my part, because it ends with a drive to the airport as a couple and the drive home alone. When our beloved pets were still alive (Victor the Border Collie and our daughter cat, Bandit) just getting the suitcases out of the garage actually caused them to become depressed, as they both came to associate that action with their daddy going away. So sad.

A very old pic of Bandit as a kitten and old man Victor

Bandit as a kitten and old man Victor. The best kind of love.

We make a lot of lists so he’ll have enough supplies of personal items to last the duration of his assignment. He’s often gone for 2-4 months without any stops in port or he’ll be in a part of the world that doesn’t have a Target or CVS on every corner.

Food
There’s always a cook aboard the tug, so he doesn’t have to worry about preparing his meals, but he has to have enough toothpaste (4), dental floss (4), vitamins, the kind of tea he likes (Yogi Antioxidant and Ginger), underwear, socks, shampoo (Kiehls is the shampoo of choice), sunscreen, and supplies for his marlinspike seamanship projects.

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I pack raw almonds, raisins, dried (unsweetened) mangos and papayas from Trader Joe’s to ensure he has healthy snacks for as long as possible.

He fills two large suitcases, two medium suitcases, and a backpack that contains his computer, iPod, other personal items.

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Serious things…

I think it’s important to have a discussion about serious matters,  just in case.

It’s something no one wants to think about, but the reality is that a tugboat is a dangerous place, and it’s smart–not to mention empowering–to be prepared in the event of a worst case scenario.

I suggest making sure you each have current powers of attorney and easy access to all financial documents. (I’m not an attorney; this is just what we have found to be a good idea).

He always checks our two cars to make sure they’re in good working order, fills the gas can for the lawnmower, and completes any last minute house repair jobs. This last time he washed the second story windows. (I abhor dirty windows!!)

It’s these little things that he does that make me feel like we’re still connected even when he’s an ocean (or two) away.

It’s equally as important to know how to reach him in case of an emergency. Cell phones often don’t work in remote locations, and there’s a definite course of action with the company if it becomes necessary to bring him home.

Make sure that neighbors, family, friends have that emergency contact information–just in case.

After his first long assignment, we installed a security system for peace of mind as much as for actual protection.

And to give you a real idea of what life is like aboard a tug, try this…
Leave your lawn mower running in your living room 24 hours a day.
Set your alarm clock to go off at random times during the night. When it goes off, jump out of bed and get dressed as fast as you can.
[Taken from http://gcaptain.com/forum/professional-mariner-forum/3115-life-aboard-merchant-vessel.html]

Almost ready for the big reveal

(Sorry for the previous post. The inserted pictures actually caused text to be deleted, so I had to redo it.)

The bathroom refinish is almost complete. I’m still looking for the perfect spa bench (actually I’m nagging the captain to make me one to my exact specifications) and I need a standing floor towel rack, but it’s close, real close. I went to Pier One and found the most gorgeous seashell and starfish trays…

Our Chanel fragrances

My makeup brushes, Kiehls, and more Chanel.

This starfish is really a votive holder, but if you’ve read a previous post, you’d know that I almost burned down our house with a couple of unattended candles in this bathroom, so I filled it with shells instead!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Now we’re off to a quick dinner at Rubio’s Fish Tacos. DIL’s going to be here tomorrow. This time she’s driving from Northern Cal ‘cos she has a meeting in LA and we’re only about 2 hours from LA with not much traffic, so it won’t be the mom shuttle back and forth to the airport, but I need to get her room ready and stock up on her fave foods. (I mean the foods that are on the approved list.)

She and my son are crazy frenetic travellers. Maybe that’s the new global generation; the world is as close as a flight away. Oh, and she’s coming with her sister, so we’ll have a full house again! Now if only my son were here, all would be perfect but I have to wait for Thanksgiving to see him.

 

 

I so need a bathroom right now

Hi, everyone, here I am! Parts Heaven is my little corner of hell. I’ve been sitting here for quite a while now in the captain’s truck, waiting for him to pick up a new used motor for the power seats in my car. We’re at a street full of junkyards and parts, an ugly, abandoned, lost part of South San Diego, actually Chula Vista. Huge holes in the streets, everything in disrepair, hand lettered signs, broken cars, definitely not on the touristy tours of America’s Finest City. This is the side that ConVis doesn’t want you to see, the smelly industrial working

areas. I came along for the ride because I thought it was going to be quick and we’d be driving home right by the Nordstrom’s in La Jolla and I’m all out of my Kiehl’s  and reckoned we could do a little looksee around the store. I mean, while we’re there, we might as well carpe diem, right?? I’m thirsty, I have to go to the bathroom, and I’m stuck in the car while he walked to who-knows-where. He took his cell in the event of a shootout or something, (not inconceivable here).

I’m nearing critical mass on the bladder issue. We girls need to remember to not hold it in for fear of a UTI, and I’m a frequent, (you know what I mean). I memorized the locations of all the decent half-way clean public toilets on our main highway, Highway 5 South from Oceanside to the US-Mexico border. If I need to, I can stop at the Denny’s in Del Mar. That’s about 20 minutes or so from my house if there’s no traffic. Easy access, safe, fairly clean, and no hassles. The next stop south would be at the Visitor Information Center near Mission Bay. This one only seems safe during the day; it’s not well lit at night. How did I get on this subject? I wonder! Oh yeah, I need to go BAD. Here he comes, thank goodness! I’ll review the northbound public toilets another time.

Back home now. I was able to wait until Nordstrom’s, which has a very nice restroom. We were in a hurry to beat the commute traffic, so all we had time for was to stock up on the products I love from the Kiehl’s counter; the Powerful Strength Line Reducing Concentrate with Vitamin C and Epidermal Re-Texturizing Microdermabrasion polishing cream. The captain uses the Ultimate Thickening Shampoo… for obvious reasons.

One of the many annoying things I used to say to my son was to “use his time wisely”. With him, it meant stuff like he should get his homework done the minute he got home from school so everything would be fresh in his mind and then he could go play and not have to think about it and the added benefit of not hearing me nag him. (I’m sure that was a motivating factor!) Since I started blogging, I was able to use my time wisely today by taking pictures and drafting a few blogs/ideas for later use.

Now I need to proof a couple of documents for a tech start-up before Gossip Girl at 9pm. As always, thanks for reading!

No, I can’t go with him when he goes out to sea. Please. stop. asking.

When I was at the gym today, one of the girls asked me the question I have been asked literally hundreds of times…”Do you ever go with him?” NO, I can’t ever go with him, nor can I meet him and spend a few days sightseeing! In the middle of the ocean? He is working ALL the time. The way MMs are paid is on a “daily rate” basis which means he literally is on the clock 24 hours a day. Sometimes it’s 8 hours on and four hours off, or 6 hours on and six hours off. In the “off” times, he has to eat and shower and sleep, so that schedule is rife with potential sleep deprivation issues. When he comes home after a long sea assignment, it takes about a week to regulate his body to a more normal sleep pattern.  I guess there are still some situations where spousal visits to ports are possible, but that has never been my own experience, and since I get seasick and tugs are super noisy and smelly, I am not sure it would that much fun. Def not an idyllic scene like a charter boat moored near an island in Greece, for instance…

If you are new to the MM life, I can share some of our experiences that have worked for us.

Here’s a picture of how we prepare for MM going out to sea. We discovered that having a departure routine is also a coping strategy, as it helps us work as a team. The prep is a major undertaking, although a reluctant one on my part, because it ends with a drive to the airport. When our beloved pets were still alive (a border collie named Victor and our adorable cat, Bandit), just getting the suitcases out of the garage actually caused them to become depressed, as they both came to associate that action with their daddy going away. So sad!

We make a lot of lists so he’ll have enough supplies of personal items to last the duration of his assignment. He’ll often gone for about 2-4 months and there are no stores in the middle of the ocean!  There is always a cook aboard the vessels, so he doesn’t have to worry about food, but he has to have enough toothpaste(4), dental floss(4), vitamins, the kind of tea he likes (Yogi Antioxidant and Ginger), underwear, socks, shampoo (Kiehls is the shampoo of choice), sunscreen, and the supplies for his marlinspikemanship, which is the kind of ropework that merchant marines do to pass the time on those long voyages.  I usually pack some raw almonds, raisins, dried (unsweetened) mangos, and papayas from Trader Joe’s so he has some healthy snacks to last a while. He fills two large suitcases, two medium suitcases, and a backpack that contains his computer, iPod, other personal items. A tug is a noisy place and he tried some noise cancelling headphones but they really didn’t seem to work, but we didn’t get Bose, ‘cos they were almost $300.

I think that it is important to have a discussion about serious matters, just in case. It’s something no one wants to think about, but the reality is that a tugboat is a dangerous place, and it’s smart, not to mention empowering, to be prepared in the event of a worst case scenario. I suggest making sure you each have current powers of attorney, and easy access to all financial documents. (I’m not an attorney; this is just what we have found to be a good idea), He always checks our two cars to make sure they are in good working order, fills the gas can for the lawnmower, and completes any house repair jobs. It’s these little things that he does that make me feel like we are still connected even when he is an ocean away. I think it is also very important to know how to reach him in case of an emergency. Cell phones will often not work in remote locations, and there is a definite course of action to take if it becomes necessary for him to come home. I make sure that my son and our friends have that info just in case something happens to me and they need to contact my MM. I’m off to a Spin class, and then a doctor’s appt. I got stabbed in the arm by a vicious blue agave, and it still hurts like I have a broken arm.  I remembered too late to snip off the sharp ends…