27 November 2011

Holiday Windows

images via Vanity Fair

It's after Thanksgiving...which means I'm officially allowed to start decorating for Christmas!  

23 November 2011

Giving Thanks

Norman Rockwell's "Freedom from Want"

Heading south of the border, so here is my "thanks" a day early. Gobble gobble! xo
Eleven for 2011...
1. a home by the sea
2. a man that makes me laugh everyday
3. a family I'm proud of
4. lake walks
5. happy hour with coworkers
6. catch phrase
7. j.crew
8. dark chocolate covered acai berries
9. crisp fall days
10. cabernet sauvignon
11. Mitchell Creek, Glenwood Springs, CO

19 November 2011

Thanksgiving Choices

OK, folks. I'm in charge of bringing an appetizer and a vegetable side to Thanksgiving dinner. Now I need your help to decide what to make! 

Goat Cheese and Herb Stuffed Radicchio Leaves
Sundried Tomato Kebabs
Pizzettes with Caramelized Onions, Goat Cheese and Prosciutto 

Vegetable Side:
Pecorino Bean Salad
Roasted Potatoes, Carrots, Parsnips and Brussels Sprouts 
Brussels Sprouts with Pancetta

What do you think? Any other suggestions? 

14 November 2011

The Getty

An incredibly (post-rain) clear day at the Getty! Yes, that's the Pacific. 

11 November 2011

On Veterans Day

...Finally, that when you go to war, you assume that the lives of people in another country are not as valuable as the lives of your own countrymen. If we really believe, as our most fundamental moral principles demand we believe, that the children in other countries have as much right to live as our children, then we must refuse the call to war. It is time, by public demand, by general outcry, to end "the scourge of war" .

The best thing we can do for Veterans Day is to pledge: "No more war veterans".

Howard Zinn

A War Prayer

O Lord our Father, our young patriots, idols of our hearts, go forth to battle — be Thou near them! With them — in spirit — we also go forth from the sweet peace of our beloved firesides to smite the foe. O Lord our God, help us to tear their soldiers to bloody shreds with our shells; help us to cover their smiling fields with the pale forms of their patriot dead; help us to drown the thunder of the guns with the shrieks of their wounded, writhing in pain; help us to lay waste their humble homes with a hurricane of fire; help us to wring the hearts of their unoffending widows with unavailing grief; help us to turn them out roofless with little children to wander unfriended the wastes of their desolated land in rags and hunger and thirst, sports of the sun flames of summer and the icy winds of winter, broken in spirit, worn with travail, imploring Thee for the refuge of the grave and denied it — for our sakes who adore Thee, Lord, blast their hopes, blight their lives, protract their bitter pilgrimage, make heavy their steps, water their way with their tears, stain the white snow with the blood of their wounded feet! We ask it, in the spirit of love, of Him Who is the Source of Love, and Who is the ever-faithful refuge and friend of all that are sore beset and seek His aid with humble and contrite hearts. Amen.

Mark Twain

05 November 2011

What I want...

images via TKOWRaBMW

"Sexiness wears thin after a while and beauty fades, but to be married to a man who makes you laugh every day, ah, now that's a real treat..."
Joanne Woodward