tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44427505173646465632024-03-13T11:38:03.387-07:00Dancing Hula in the Sunset..... sweeping generalizations stemming from my experiences and imagination .....
Warning: contains much that is apocryphal - or at least wildly inaccurate.Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04339966081935992932noreply@blogger.comBlogger491125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-65069974630270879992023-04-10T12:11:00.000-07:002023-04-10T12:11:36.079-07:00Community at the Watering Hole - Stay Safe Out ThereLast night I learned the value of being part of a community. I have a watering hole where I'm a bit of a regular. Nobody yells "NORM" when I walk in but the bartender knows my drink and usually has it poured for me as I'm sitting down. I know (or know of) most of the regulars. They know me as well. There's the old guy from Ireland who greets everyone with a friendly yet bone crushing Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04339966081935992932noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-10118952256131705202023-04-07T10:15:00.002-07:002023-04-07T10:15:09.294-07:00Tranquility of Solitude Ruined -- A DreamMy dream life of late has been disappointing. I used to be able to recall a lot of my dreams. They were so vivid. Not so much lately. However, this morning between snoozes on my alarm I was got a welcome surprise, a weird dream with a celebrity in it. I was walking through a fancy restaurant alone, being shown to my table. I was about to sit down and enjoy the experience of dining in a fancyAndreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04339966081935992932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-56155272907705303532022-11-10T13:46:00.000-08:002022-11-10T13:46:25.858-08:00Crunchy Salad DaysOne of my sisters says that salads and sandwiches taste better when made by someone else. I believe this is true 90% of the time.Anywhoozle, today before work I went into my local Food Hole to pick up something or other and I thought I'd fancy a ready-made salad for lunch. The three that I like, my go-to's if you will, were displayed side by side, just waiting to be chosen. Their Caesar's Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04339966081935992932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-29075263822660163382022-07-11T22:20:00.000-07:002022-07-11T22:20:01.384-07:00Busy Bars When I was 14 my parents took me on a long-ass 3 week trip to the East Coat. Some of it was kind of fun. Some of it was kinda neat. Some of it was alarming (ask me about my monkey story). A lot of it was a big drag being around my parents the whole time. I enjoyed following the lines painted on the sidewalk in Boston. I liked going to the House of Seven Gables, partly because gables are an Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04339966081935992932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-82764164727798818672022-03-15T23:22:00.005-07:002022-03-15T23:22:54.292-07:00On Post-Hula Snacks - a food review Tonight was a good night. I went to hula class tonight. It was the first time in quite a while that we met in person. It felt great to be around my fellow haumana, giving each other the most welcoming, warming and awkwardly reticent embraces, (I want to hug you. I want to give you the aloha I've been longing to give and receive...but...you know...). We started learning something new. Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04339966081935992932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-86106977279215322912022-03-12T21:13:00.003-08:002022-03-12T21:13:57.149-08:00You're Innocent When You Dream - A Dream I had a dream last night - I was driving though some kind of outdoor community commerce area; people sitting at cocktail tables eating tiny sandwiches and drinking coffee, people walking their dogs, people buying pretty stuff they don't need. I stopped at a crosswalk to let a group of people pass by. Once the last person passed my car, I started to go, but just as i started to go, one Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04339966081935992932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-10290450640176348852022-01-23T12:33:00.000-08:002022-01-23T12:33:35.117-08:00If You Want to Be a Top Banana, the Cheese Stands Alone - a dream I had a dream this morning.I wasn't the photographer, but I was in charge of taking the pictures at some kind of event where the walls looked like something like if David Lynch had a hand in decorating the Madonna Inn. My job was to take portraits of families dressed in their very best clothes, all made out of cheese. American cheese was the big stand-out, very versatile, especially Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04339966081935992932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-63751362447205189092022-01-21T12:34:00.001-08:002022-01-21T12:34:23.578-08:00A Very Duggar Destination Wedding - A Dream I had a dream this morningMy family and I were invited to a Duggar wedding. I don't know which Duggar was getting married. It was a destination wedding. First we had to all meet in Arkansas at the Duggar compound then as a group, fly to Hawai`i. Nobody would tell me why we couldn't just fly to Hawai`i and meet them there. We got our hair done at the Duggar house then flew to Hawa`i. After Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04339966081935992932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-20474571280280057792022-01-13T09:58:00.002-08:002022-01-15T20:30:53.917-08:00Steve Martin's Personal Life - A DreamI hate when I can't remember my dreams. This morning I woke up at the end of my dream and said out loud .....If only I could remember what this dream was about.Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04339966081935992932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-75956565661162953212021-09-20T18:30:00.000-07:002021-09-20T18:30:07.400-07:00The Bearded Dragon and the Basking Snake - a dream. Last night I had a dream I had a pet snake, but I didn't really enjoy him. He snuck out of his enclosure and went outside and ate a crow. It came back inside and started basking in the cat tree in the window that looked like a real tree, a ficus, actually. When I went to grab the snake to put it back in its enclosure, I grabbed a bearded dragon with the agility of a feral cat by Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04339966081935992932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-47966515129700476702021-08-21T18:21:00.000-07:002021-08-21T18:21:43.856-07:00Fennel SaladWhen I was in college I worked for a time at a cafe in the Financial District. I mostly liked it there. I put in a mostly full week of work, the schedule complemented my school hours, and I had weekends off. I took home a shit-ton of food on Fridays and ate free every single day. There wasn't a whole lot to complain about except for the go-nowhere-ed-ness nature of the job, of course.Anywhoozle, Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04339966081935992932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-33156164579488306622021-08-16T10:49:00.001-07:002021-08-16T10:49:48.139-07:00Bus #2 Rules! The first day of school. I'm feeling a strange mix of excitement, trepidation and ennui. Excitement because my kids get to see their friends and learn with them together. They get to be outside, running around. I'm excited because I don't have to have 12 different alarms on my phone letting me know what kid had to log in to which class. I'm filled with trepidation because the virus is still out Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04339966081935992932noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-32315765233508006692021-07-28T18:40:00.001-07:002021-07-28T18:40:25.364-07:00Limping with Pride and Dignity I made some cookie dough today. I like making a Cowboy-ish kind of cookie. It's oats, dried coconut, dried cherries and chocolate chips. I don't add the pecans that are usually in a Cowboy. My kids don't like them and while I like a delicious pecan pie, I don't think these nuts make or break this cookie. It's a yummy cookie (and in its raw form, it's a delicious frozen sneaky snack). Here isAndreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04339966081935992932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-12075819343168685252021-07-13T21:51:00.001-07:002021-07-13T21:51:37.680-07:00Incorporating Pauly: A DreamSo this morning I was dreaming -- I was at some kind of function where there was a pool but nobody was allowed to go swimming. My cat Pauly came close to the edge of the pool to get a drink. He slipped and fell in. My sister dove (dived?) into the pool and rescued him. He turned orange, but we gave him CPR and cuddles and he was fine, but still orange.When I woke up and got out of bed, I Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04339966081935992932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-29383448762630793612021-07-10T10:48:00.001-07:002021-07-10T10:48:48.464-07:00Pineapples and PodcastsWhen I take drives longer than say, 45 minutes or so, I like to listen to podcasts. The podcast that got me hooked on podcasts was Stuff You should Know; it was on biospeleology, the study of eco-systems in caves. Who knew? After a while I moved on and found Serial, devoured the first season (and limped my way through the second. I'll get around to the third soon enough), Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04339966081935992932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-73162814747404621632021-06-10T18:52:00.001-07:002021-06-10T18:52:41.146-07:00Pandemic Pondering I've done a lot of things this pandemic since the SIP started. I bought a springform pan with a bundt insert and tried to turn everything I cooked in to bundt form; banana bread, brownies, frittata, monkey bread, meatloaf-bundt. I saw an episode of Master Chef where they were making tarte tatin, and thought I'd try my hand at it. I tried it with puff pastry. I tried it with pie crust. Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04339966081935992932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-75611210439219764112021-05-04T11:10:00.001-07:002021-05-04T11:10:51.664-07:00Like a Good Neighbor I believe that it is important to do good for other people. It doesn't have to be a grand gesture of good, it doesn't have to cost money, or if it does, it doesn't have to be expensive; it just has to be genuine. Easy, meaningful actions can make someone's day. Pay for someone's load of laundry at the laundromat, buy someone a drink at the bar, take someone's cart back for them at Target, Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04339966081935992932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-76064296010952637162021-04-14T15:03:00.002-07:002021-04-14T18:07:00.082-07:00Zhoug Power!My youngest goes back to school next week. She is sooooooooooo excited. It's been over a year since she's been in a classroom with her friends. My sweet Pua needs her friends, the outside and a large area to run really fast and far. In the classroom, with her friends is like photosynthesis for her psyche. She needs it to grow and bloom. I have my concerns, my hesitations and my reservations aboutAndreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04339966081935992932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-10366487392822250002021-02-17T15:52:00.001-08:002021-02-17T15:52:43.455-08:00What's Your Waiting Style? Do you like waiting in line? I gotta say for me, it depends on the line and the goods or services I will receive once I reach the front. I don't like waiting in line to get into Costco, but waiting in line to get into a concert isn't so bad. I didn't like waiting in line at the Social Security Office, but waiting in line at Mitchell's Ice Cream doesn't bother me a bit.The kind of line I usually Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04339966081935992932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-69910504380153252792021-01-28T14:20:00.000-08:002021-01-28T14:20:08.780-08:00Defending Cloris Leachman's BeautyI've been written up two times in professional career. The first time was sometime in the early 2000s and I probably deserved it.The second time was so totally bogus. It was around 2011-ish. I received a written warning for telling a coworker she looked like Cloris Leachman. Yeah, you read that right. At my counseling session I had to defend Cloris Leachman's beauty and how it wasn't atAndreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04339966081935992932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-87572135749740461832021-01-12T14:03:00.001-08:002021-01-12T14:03:22.333-08:00Andrea and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Laundry Night - a true yet pointless story I miss my old laundry nights; waiting out the wash and dry cycles on a barstool with a beer in front of me and Cash Cab on closed caption above me, and the occasional conversation from people next to me, perhaps even the friendly dog under the barstool below me. Alas, that life is gone. Even when things get back to normal, it'll never be the same. Laundry Night may be no more, butAndreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04339966081935992932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-83076604122865018442020-10-13T14:39:00.000-07:002020-10-13T14:39:46.213-07:00Never Trust a Naked Bus Driver Trapped in a Chinese Bakery - Book ReviewsWhen I was a kid we had a cabin in Big Bear. I usually liked going, but also sometimes found it boring. In my opinion, the cabin was really far away from the "cool part" of Big Bear (is there a cool part?) We didn't have a TV. We didn't have a phone. The closest store was about 2 miles away. We had an 8-track player and 4 tapes that I can remember: The Best of Bread, The Best of Seals and Crofts,Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04339966081935992932noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-17932276553025356892020-10-04T12:44:00.000-07:002020-10-04T12:44:03.811-07:00Strawberries - a dreamI don't really like strawberries. They're OK, I guess. I'll never choose a strawberry laden food, but I probably won't pick them out if I'm served something. I will however, flat out refuse a chocolate covered strawberry. I don't really seem to get the point of them. There are a few very specific exceptions to my feelings of meh concerning the strawberry. When I was a kid we used to dip Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04339966081935992932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-10264306727147917072020-09-22T12:50:00.001-07:002020-09-22T12:50:23.804-07:00Step It Up - An Open Letter to Bob's (Sketchers)Dear Bob's Slippers,When I was a kid, one of the "big ticket" items we'd get in our stockings at Christmas was Totes Socks. I loved getting them. I loved the non-stick bumpy bits at the bottom, preferring a speedbump or zigzag pattern over a Botts Dots one. As much as I loved receiving them, I only loved wearing them once or twice. After that, the original comfy cushion and fuzz is dulled, and Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04339966081935992932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-11699471393586803642020-09-19T16:51:00.000-07:002020-09-19T16:51:51.809-07:00Call Me When You Have No ClassBeen watching my share of TV lately. The TV is on more than it is off these days. I've been on a "movie I've seen a bajillion times" kick. I watched Moonstruck, Silence of the Lambs, That Darn Cat, Demolition Man, About a Boy, to name a few, some more embarrassing than the others. Anywhoozle, today I watched Back To School. I made my 12yo son watch it with me. It was fun to point out Johnny Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04339966081935992932noreply@blogger.com0