Our lovely bed and breakfast in Yountville, Maison Fleurie.
The vineyard across the street from our hotel.
Tasting sparkling wines at Mumm’s.
Bottom’s Up!
Hawk in front of a mustard field.
Self portrait in the mustard field.
Archive for February, 2005
Hubby and I leave this afternoon for a relaxing weekend of wine tasting and good food in Napa. We are staying here, courtesy of my parents. And we are dining here and here.
Have a great weekend everyone!
So today I had my "Pre Conception Consultation" with my doctor. It was pretty underwhelming. I told her we want to get pregnant in June, she said to go off the pill now and just use a backup method of birth control (Hawk will LOVE that). Start taking prenatal vitamins, blah blah blah. Then the bad news: I knew I wouldn’t be able to eat fish once I got pregnant, but no GOAT CHEESE?? She says that soft cheeses, like brie, feta and goat cheese may have bacteria in them, so none for me. What sort of existence will I have without the glory that is goat cheese? I also can’t change the cat box anymore once I get pregnant. And to that I say (to my loving hubby): HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!!
While going through pictures to put together my new Family photo gallery, I came across my all-time favorite picture of my brother. It was taken when we went to Vancouver back in July 2003. I can’t explain why, but I think it was this picture that really made me realize that he’s not a little kid anymore.
The mayor of West Hollywood is planning on introducing a motion to ban "cosmetic" surgery on pets, like ear cropping, tail docking, de-barking, etc. I am so with him. Such surgery is totally unnecessary, and cruel. Our pit bull-mix, Daisy, still has her ears and her tail, and it breaks my heart to think that if some other family had adopted her that they might have cropped those lovely floppy ears and her long happy tail that wags all day.
I didn’t know that We Ho already has ordinances that ban cat declawing, and that pet owners are legally referred to as "pet guardians". I think of myself as "mommy" and my husband is "daddy" to our animals, but then again, we’re weird.
I myself am now several years over 25, as are most of my friends. However, all of us can still use these helpful tips from Tomato Nation on adult etiquette.
My favorite: Be On Time. The occasional public-transit snafu is forgivable, but consistent
lateness is rude, annoying, and self-centered. If we didn’t care when
you showed up, we’d have said "any old time"; if we said seven, get
there at seven or within fifteen minutes. Do not ditz that you "lost
track of time" as though time somehow slipped its leash and ran into
traffic. It shows a basic lack of respect for others; flakiness is not
cute anymore, primarily because it never was. Buy a watch, wind it up,
and wear it everywhere you go.
I am almost pathologically on-time or five-to-ten minutes early. To me, being late is one of the worst things someone can be. However, I seem to be the only one who thinks this. Oh well.
Ned Flanders: "I’m just like Michael Moore - except I’m skinny, my jeans are clean and God loves me."
