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November 4, 2010 at 9:02 am Leave a comment

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Hi happy lovely readers! It’s time to update your bookmarks. It’s been a good run on WordPress, but it’s time to move over to a place with some more freedom and room to stretch my legs. I’m moving My Life to Live to a new location: http://myeverlovinglife.blogspot.com/

Pretty pretty please update your bookmarks, add the new place to your google reader, and set whatever other spy-dars you have over to the new page. I promise it’ll be a hoot.


October 28, 2010 at 2:28 pm Leave a comment

it ain’t the size of your corn maze, it’s the way you use it…

Okay, so there are some instances where bigger is better. Such as in the realm of corn mazes. This past Saturday, we visited the 2010 Guinness Book world record holder for largest corn maze at Cool Patch Pumpkins in Dixon, CA. During our two-hour trek through the maze, I oscillated between feeling like Dorothy and someone running from the smoke monster from Lost (it was threatening to rain the whole time we trudged through the 9-ft brush). The 45-acre maze had us going in circles, backwards and forwards to reach Ducati Island and the Starbucks Station before spitting us out into a pumpkin patch. Add to that the wealth of hidden treasures (beer cans, cell phones, a shoe…) that others had abandoned in the maze like a trail of bread crumbs, and you have a rollicking good time. Look on for some pictures and videos of our experience.

I love farmland. It’s all about small pleasures at the world’s largest corn maze.


This actually aggrivated me a little. They actually list “restrooms” as one of their attractions on their websites so I went in thinking, “sweet, I can pee in peace” and guzzled down the Starbucks before heading over. Mistake.

That’s two weekends in a row with port-a-potty situations for me.

We started out with a bunch of energy.

Children of corn…

Traipsing through…

We found treasures along the way.

That was towards the beginning of the maze, which means that some poor girl must have gone through with one shoe.

A little bit lost… Vanessa and I discovered early on that we lack the “explorer” gene and left the mapping to the men.

The happy adventurers at a checkpoint! There were three checkpoints along the way where you could climb up high and survey the lay of the land.

We finally made it out!

Then we bought pumpkins. That’s what hurdy gurdy men are for.

A groundhog even popped his head out to bid us farewell. Until next year, little guy!

October 27, 2010 at 7:44 am 2 comments

Treasure Island Music Festival 2010!

This was my first year at the Treasure Island Music Festival and it did not disappoint. Major highlights were She & Him, The National, and Silent Disco. Silent Disco = seriously cool: it’s a sectioned off area where the DJ’s spin music that is being broadcast through headphones that they hand out at the entrance, so everyone dances around to the music in their heads and, if you take them off, it looks like everyone is going wild to silence.

Ian and I kinda got into it. A lot. They also had some cushions for people to kick back and watch the silent revelers.

I loved the live energy of She & Him. Zooey Deschanel jumped around all giddy-like and seemed to be having good, honest fun. It’s refreshing to see an actor-turned-musician actually into what she’s doing and not just sitting on blasé star power.

It was wet and cold so she was wearing a superfly military-chic coat, which looks excellently similar to a ModCloth coat I’d been eyeing and pushed me over the brink into impulse-buy as soon as I got home.

M. Ward also got his moment to shine singing one of my favorite songs of his, “Magic Trick” and also did a particularly lively rendition of “Roll Over Beethoven.” Awesomepants.

We also spent some good time in this creeptastic little cove with games and oddities. I want to live here.

And I want to take this rotating shiny skullface home with me.

Happy glowy!

October 20, 2010 at 1:37 pm Leave a comment

Flashback to October, 1995

This time of year, 15 years ago…

Here some of my journal entries from 15 years ago when I was 12. I think I thought I was a special child but was more of a “special” child.

… [missing pages] OJ trial to see if he was guilty or not. We also learned about him in PE. I am tired of him. At least we didn’t have to play football. Ooma and Boompa visited today. They gave me peanut M&Ms  and a Snickers. They also gave me five dollars to buy a book with. Today I bought a tape of spooky Halloween songs and Cinderella. I want to hug an elephant. Today I got a letter from my core teacher Mrs. Peterson. She said I was doing a good job.

October 4.

I started my dreams diary today. It looks like this one but its all different colors. I am eating a lemon french Jennifer candy. Katie likes them. I hate homework and am still reading Patty Reed’s Doll.

Excerpt from the dreams diary (where I wrote down the dreams I’d had the night before):

On the night and morning of Oct. 3 and October 4


I had a dream that mom and dad were divorced. Mom was the Queen of America and dad was the King of England. But my dad wasn’t my real dad. He was someone else. Mom had already re-married to Ned, my real dad. I had just bought the piano book of Cinderella and there was a really pretty song in it that I can’t remember right now. (In real life the song wasn’t in the movie.) It was a song where Cinderella’s stepmother wanted her to ring the church bell twice to let everyone know that today was Sunday. Cinderella didn’t want to because she was afraid that she would wake up sleeping people. Her stepmom said that she could either do that or work at home which was really awful. Instead she decided to attend church, which seemed unheard of since she was in rags. Anyways, my dad decided to proclaim war on America. He messed up and proclaimed war on himself. I went to visit America and my mom. My stepdad was just leaving for a plane trip. My mom wanted to let me try caviar. When I said “Caviar?” She said “Did I say Caviar? I meant to say escargot.” I looked at her frying pan and she was frying what looked like little eels alive. There were a lot of them and they were rolling their eyes and snapping their sharp teeth. I went away. When my mom servied it up for me it looked like cooked zuccini, so I ate it. Then I went to England. Osage was in England. I walked around it with Matt. He started talking about escargot and I wanted to throw up. Dad had declared war on himself accidently so the ground was made of purple clay and the people walked around in a daze trying to catch me. The only way to get them out of the daze was to sing. I dove for my Cinderella piano book but I couldn’t get it so I sang “I’ve been…” [pages missing]

Excerpt from my regular, non-dreams journal October 5, 1995:

Mom talked to Nancy Thurin today just to say that at Christmas if they were in California they could stay at our house. Do you think that a bright blue and black striped tiger would look cool? I do. Or maybe purple and black or neon pink. I always thought lacewings should come in different colors. I would like a purple cat or a red turtle. The greatest would be a blue elephant and a yellow mouse. We looked at a worm under a microscope today. I worked with Gerrine. I grew rather fond of the little thing. We also looked at a rabbit’s tongue.

Excerpt from the same journal, October 8, 1995:

Mom said I could have a Halloween party on the 21st. We went to Richmond. I didn’t like it. Matt and dad went sailing and mom and I went to the mall. Mom bought me a cute shirt with Meeko and Flit on it in the Disney store (Pocahontas just came out).

Back to the dreams journal:

Some background before we start: when I was younger I LOVED animals and wanted pets more than anything, but my parents weren’t into the whole idea. Their compromise was to let me volunteer for the local animal rescue, which meant that I could foster litters of kittens until they were old enough to be adopted. That way I got to have pets at least for a little while, and my parents were happy knowing that it was temporary. I would take care of the litters of kittens in my room  and take them to the local farmer’s market adoption days until they were adopted. My favorite litter was this little group of five kitties that I named Pinto, Magic, Snickers, Dustbuster, and Maestro. Every night, Snickers would curl up and sleep on my stomach and Magic would sleep on my pillow and I really wanted to keep them and I think it gave me a little bit of a complex. Hence this dream. Fostering kittens was a really good experience though, I wouldn’t change anything.

Night of Oct. 16 and morning of Oct. 17


I had a dream that mom, dad and I lived in a trailer near the creek. Somehow, there was a shortage of something and we couldn’t use our car. Mom got a train that wasn’t used anymore and rode on it on some old tracks that aren’t used anymore. Sometimes mom would have to jump out of the train to change the tracks once in a while. She did this at the creek and some kids at the swimming pool watched her. Mom and Dad knew I liked Disney hand-held games, and bought me Snow White and the Lion King. I was still fostering Snickers, Pinto, Dustbuster, and Magic but not really. They had to be in this store at Stoneridge Mall. The store was owned by Ashley Rieger. The kittens had to be living in a dollhouse. They wouldn’t get adopted. Kayte said that if they didn’t get adopted, she would foster them, and if they were able to, I would foster them. I couldn’t because they had to stay in the store. Erin said she would take one if someone else would pay for them. I said no. I wanted them but couldn’t have them.

I don’t remember who Ashley Rieger is but maybe I had a complex about her too.

Reading these old journals and remembering how random my sleepbrain was inspires me to start keeping track of my current dreams and find out if they’re less fanciful and more “adult.” Right now, I’m thinking probably not. Last night, I had a really vivid nightmare wherein my boyfriend admitted to me that he had once gone through a “phase” where he thought that he’d like to eat human flesh so he and two friends murdered a lady and started gnawing on her but he got really turned off by how voraciously his friends were eating her, so after a few bites of his own, he decided it wasn’t for him. I need to stop watching zombie movies before bed. It’s October, what can I say.

October 18, 2010 at 1:58 pm 2 comments

Hello, Monday

Found in my Google Reader this morning from snippet & ink:

October 18, 2010 at 9:22 am Leave a comment

October yays

always-tete via dirty pretty things

October 13, 2010 at 8:24 am Leave a comment

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