Friends & Lovers

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Can I just say, I love my friends. They’re the best. Always thinking of me, always on the lookout for things I’d be interested in…

“Mary, I’m at the mall…you’ll love these boots.”
“Hey, Mary, watch this movie.”
“Mary, you need this jacket, it’s so you!”
“Hello, you must try this cheesecake.”
“Mary. New cupcake store.”
‘Nuff said.I always get two cupcakes: One chocolate (you know, in case the world ends and I have only one thing to eat before the earth explodes or freezes or whatever) and one bonus flavor. At Sugar Queen Cupcakes today, I opted for the Chocolate Chocolate Chip and the Cream Cheese Lime. Oh my. The cake is dense and moist, the mini chocolate chips are nicely packed in–yet not too numerous to detract from the main star of the show–and the frosting…did I taste a little sour cream in there?
LOVE.
Until I’ve tried a few more flavors, Sugar Queen will not trump my current favorite cupcake stand: In the Mix–who you met before (see July 8th post).

You will notice, however, that today’s ccc didn’t make it long enough to be pictured…

Friends & Lovers

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Can I just say, I love my friends. They’re the best. Always thinking of me, always on the lookout for things I’d be interested in…

“Mary, I’m at the mall…you’ll love these boots.”
“Hey, Mary, watch this movie.”
“Mary, you need this jacket, it’s so you!”
“Hello, you must try this cheesecake.”
“Mary. New cupcake store.”
‘Nuff said.I always get two cupcakes: One chocolate (you know, in case the world ends and I have only one thing to eat before the earth explodes or freezes or whatever) and one bonus flavor. At Sugar Queen Cupcakes today, I opted for the Chocolate Chocolate Chip and the Cream Cheese Lime. Oh my. The cake is dense and moist, the mini chocolate chips are nicely packed in–yet not too numerous to detract from the main star of the show–and the frosting…did I taste a little sour cream in there?
LOVE.
Until I’ve tried a few more flavors, Sugar Queen will not trump my current favorite cupcake stand: In the Mix–who you met before (see July 8th post).

You will notice, however, that today’s ccc didn’t make it long enough to be pictured…

Du-du-du…another one bites the dust…

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Hello. My name is Mary. And I kill plants.

Pictured below are the two latest kills… My camera is rather junky, so these pictures don’t represent how bad they actually look. They may still appear a bit green and alive. But trust me–I’ve killed a lot of plants, a LOT. Mary knows.Here are some examples of my “still living” plants. And I use that term loosely. When each were bought, or given (people, when will you learn?), they were healthy and leafy and eager to live a full life. But as you can see, they are now somewhat limp and sad and rather twig-like.
I’m told I tend to “over love” my plants. I like that answer. I keep searching for a plant that needs to be watered every day, maybe several times, majorly fussed over, than able to be left on its own for weeks at a time. Something tells me, however, that I’d find some crafty way to inadvertently torture then kill that, too. (And people wonder why I don’t have a dog.)

So then, why, you ask, would I’ve recently spent my hard-earned money on a new plant? And one that isn’t the easiest to grow in Texas for “normal” people.
Easy.
Look how pretty….

Fern leaf lavender. I’m already in love.
Crappy camera notwithstanding, can you see the precious little purplish-gray flowers sprouting out like Fourth of July sparklers? Just darling.
What you, Reader, CANNOT experience even through the best camera, is the smell of this lovely plant. It’s strong, soupy and sweet and floral-y-ish. Longing for this heady scent in my living room, I read last night about how to potentially grow said shrubbery indoors. Um, strongly discouraged. I took the hint and she went back outside to brave the sweltering heat like a little champ.
/sigh/ Fingers crossed for this wee dude.

Du-du-du…another one bites the dust…

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Hello. My name is Mary. And I kill plants.

Pictured below are the two latest kills… My camera is rather junky, so these pictures don’t represent how bad they actually look. They may still appear a bit green and alive. But trust me–I’ve killed a lot of plants, a LOT. Mary knows.Here are some examples of my “still living” plants. And I use that term loosely. When each were bought, or given (people, when will you learn?), they were healthy and leafy and eager to live a full life. But as you can see, they are now somewhat limp and sad and rather twig-like.
I’m told I tend to “over love” my plants. I like that answer. I keep searching for a plant that needs to be watered every day, maybe several times, majorly fussed over, than able to be left on its own for weeks at a time. Something tells me, however, that I’d find some crafty way to inadvertently torture then kill that, too. (And people wonder why I don’t have a dog.)

So then, why, you ask, would I’ve recently spent my hard-earned money on a new plant? And one that isn’t the easiest to grow in Texas for “normal” people.
Easy.
Look how pretty….

Fern leaf lavender. I’m already in love.
Crappy camera notwithstanding, can you see the precious little purplish-gray flowers sprouting out like Fourth of July sparklers? Just darling.
What you, Reader, CANNOT experience even through the best camera, is the smell of this lovely plant. It’s strong, soupy and sweet and floral-y-ish. Longing for this heady scent in my living room, I read last night about how to potentially grow said shrubbery indoors. Um, strongly discouraged. I took the hint and she went back outside to brave the sweltering heat like a little champ.
/sigh/ Fingers crossed for this wee dude.

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“I can’t help but to write, I have an inner need for it. If I’m not in the middle of some literary project, I’m utterly lost, unhappy and distressed. As soon as I get started, I calm down.”

-Kaari Utrio
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“I can’t help but to write, I have an inner need for it. If I’m not in the middle of some literary project, I’m utterly lost, unhappy and distressed. As soon as I get started, I calm down.”

-Kaari Utrio

The Closer. (And no, not pitcher Brian Wilson.)

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Should one be interested in a TV show of uber greatness…season seven of The Closer previews tonight. TNT, 8pm CST.

The writing is fresh, clever and relevant, and seldom resorts to being blatantly sleazy. The ensemble cast (of mostly men) is superb. And the storylines have ceased to get old.

But what I love most about TC is Brenda Lee Johnson (AKA Mrs Kevin Bacon). Her fantabulous hair (perfect ringlets or pulled up in a cheerleader-type pony), her snazzy K-Mart skirts, pink trench coat, terribly annoying southern accent–which has somehow grown on me, her dreamboat FBI Agent husband Fritz, her catch phrase: “Thank you,” (wide, sticky-sweet smile) “thank you so much,” and most of all, her desk drawer full of Ding Dongs, candy bars and other unknown yet seemingly endless deliciousnesses.

Brenda’s a tough cop hero chick I can truly get behind. I can’t wait to see what’s she’s wearing tonight!

The Closer. (And no, not pitcher Brian Wilson.)

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Should one be interested in a TV show of uber greatness…season seven of The Closer previews tonight. TNT, 8pm CST.

The writing is fresh, clever and relevant, and seldom resorts to being blatantly sleazy. The ensemble cast (of mostly men) is superb. And the storylines have ceased to get old.

But what I love most about TC is Brenda Lee Johnson (AKA Mrs Kevin Bacon). Her fantabulous hair (perfect ringlets or pulled up in a cheerleader-type pony), her snazzy K-Mart skirts, pink trench coat, terribly annoying southern accent–which has somehow grown on me, her dreamboat FBI Agent husband Fritz, her catch phrase: “Thank you,” (wide, sticky-sweet smile) “thank you so much,” and most of all, her desk drawer full of Ding Dongs, candy bars and other unknown yet seemingly endless deliciousnesses.

Brenda’s a tough cop hero chick I can truly get behind. I can’t wait to see what’s she’s wearing tonight!

Roomy Room

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When I first bought my condo two years ago, my initial project was to PAINT. Admittedly, I went a tad crazy at first–having been an apartment dweller for so many years–not allowed to put a nail in the wall without being charged.

At move in, my second bedroom/office/writing room was a b-o-r-i-n-g neutral. Which is NOT conducive to the creative process.


So…going first for the obvious, I painted an accent wall. Black. But, it turned out too dull and too…depressing. Even for me, who loves black.


Color #2 was blue. Bright blue. Clown blue. Err!–overkill.


Next was deep purple. (shown over there.) Along with this purple, I also painted the other three walls a pretty silver. The accent wall stayed purple for the longest, over a year. I liked it well enough, but lately, I’ve been itching for a change. Maybe a RED? Something so bright and stimulating that my retinas would burn. Nice.


So I tackled the project over the weekend, settling on Robin Egg Blue. (The color of those darling little Tiffanys boxes.)


I finally put the room back together last night and am very happy with the results. I can see myself being oh-so creative in this room now. Yeeee! I smell a Pulitzer!

Roomy Room

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When I first bought my condo two years ago, my initial project was to PAINT. Admittedly, I went a tad crazy at first–having been an apartment dweller for so many years–not allowed to put a nail in the wall without being charged.

At move in, my second bedroom/office/writing room was a b-o-r-i-n-g neutral. Which is NOT conducive to the creative process.


So…going first for the obvious, I painted an accent wall. Black. But, it turned out too dull and too…depressing. Even for me, who loves black.


Color #2 was blue. Bright blue. Clown blue. Err!–overkill.


Next was deep purple. (shown over there.) Along with this purple, I also painted the other three walls a pretty silver. The accent wall stayed purple for the longest, over a year. I liked it well enough, but lately, I’ve been itching for a change. Maybe a RED? Something so bright and stimulating that my retinas would burn. Nice.


So I tackled the project over the weekend, settling on Robin Egg Blue. (The color of those darling little Tiffanys boxes.)


I finally put the room back together last night and am very happy with the results. I can see myself being oh-so creative in this room now. Yeeee! I smell a Pulitzer!