This video was sponsored by ecoATM. All opinions and tips on being green are my own.
My video this week is a little public service announcements with my tips on how to be green ranging from the basic, “if it’s yellow, let it mellow–if it’s brown flush it down,” to a really important tip on how to help the number one growing segment of our waste stream–electronic waste.
Last week, author Donna Tartt won the Pulitzer Prize in the fiction category for her gripping novel, “The Goldfinch.” As it happens, also last week, I finished reading “The Goldfinch” for my book-optional book club, which was a massive undertaking considering it’s 784 pages (2095 on my iPad!) and in those 784 pages not much good happens. However, despite its density and its darkness, there is a light that makes it shine.
The reasons Tartt won the coveted award are myriad, such as her descriptive writing style and her tender grasp of the human spirit. “The Goldfinch,” only the third book of her career, is as much of a masterpiece as is the painting that lives at the heart of the story.
“’The Goldfinch’ is a rarity that comes along perhaps half a dozen times per decade, a smartly written literary novel that connects with the heart as well as the mind. I read it with that mixture of terror and excitement I feel watching a pitcher carry a no-hitter into the late innings. You keep waiting for the wheels to fall off, but in the case of ‘The Goldfinch,’ they never do.”
It can’t be sugar coated. Even with her remarkable writing, I found the book a little hard to read at times, due to its darkness. However, I liken it to “Les Misérables,” in the way that
If you like wine, you are going to like this blog post. It’s a sponsored post, but you’re still going to like it. And? All opinions are my own.
Last week I was introduced to one of the most genius products created for wine lovers. Are you ready for this? Wine by the glass, Boom!
Yes, beer lovers can swig straight from the bottle, and now, so can we. Equal rights for boozers.
Copa di Vino is a fledgling winery from The Dalles, Oregon; a Cinderella Story of sorts, born out of a desire to help a community, preserve history, and answer the prayers of wine drinkers everywhere.
Check out this quick video to learn more about the Copa di Vino story and to see how a little company with big dreams turned a rundown old flour mill, Sunshine Mill, into a mecca for making mommy juice.
Stay tuned for an upcoming installment of my “Holy Crap, I Love That!” video series where I feature
Okay, so, the Vogelchecks take kissing just a wee bit too far for the sake of hilarity (and if you haven’t watched one of their skits, Google it now), but I’m definitely a fan of lip kissing my kids and was surprised to find out that not all moms feel the same way.
The other day, when dropping my 5 year old off at Kindergarten, I gave her a quick, loving smooch on the lips. In mid-kiss, we heard next to us, “Ewwwwwww,”
I looked up to find one of her classmates, another 5 year old, giving us stink eye. I looked back, quizzically, to see if her utterances of disapproval were really referring to my kissing my daughter goodbye.
“Ewwwww!” she uttered again.
“What?” I replied, probably more defensively than I should have being the adult in the situation. “I was just giving her a kiss goodbye. Do you not kiss your mom on the lips?” I asked curiously.
And she came back with, “NO! I do not kiss my mom like THAT.”
Lexi and I looked at each other, laughed, and gave each other one more big smackaroo on the lips, while the other little girl rolled her eyes and walked away.
This interchange has stayed with me since that day and though I stay firm in my belief that kisses on the lips are what make the world go around, I wonder if I’m the odd one out. I kissed my parents on the lips as a child AND as an adult; I also kissed, and currently kiss, friends, other family members, and even some special people in my life like my senior year English teacher who was invited to my wedding and I would kiss any day of the week because she listened to me bitch about boys in high school AND she got me to love reading), and I turned out somewhat fine.
Now, every time Lexi and I bring it in for a big smackaroo, we say “give me a Z kiss,” named after the little girl who didn’t approve, and I plant one on her like we’re Bogie and Bacall.
So, what about you? Do you kiss your kids on the lips? Do I need to be worried about this family habit of ours (as long as it doesn’t turn Vogelcheck-ish)?
She’s a woman and a mom, now a single mom, trying to get through life, the best way she knows how. Granted, “her way” is annoying to most of us, mainly because it’s privileged and out of our reach–our budgets don’t allow most of us to buy $450.00 Veronica Beard Tuxedo pants or to travel to exotic spa destinations like the ones she promotes on Goop.com. And our jobs don’t pay us the millions that she gets paid. And yes, that annoys me, mainly because I’m green with envy.
However, that is her reality. If we jump down her throat and judge her harshly, then we’re doing the same thing we’re accusing her of doing.
I’m going to bat for this woman for several reasons:
#1 – She’s a former UCSB Gaucho, and therefore cool, despite all of her actions that tell us otherwise.
#2 – She’s a member of the Dead Dads Club and her interview with Oprah about her dad was one of the inspirations for my book.
#3 – She’s a bit like Claire Standish from Breakfast Club, who likes sushi for lunch. She’s pretentious but misunderstood.
#4 – I have hit a rough time in my marriage and can’t even imagine what it’s like to have something as private and painful as a divorce to be exploited and examined via every possible publication and website known to man.