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Microbliggityblog

You may be asking yourself, "Self, doesn't she already seem to be slack in keeping up with one blog, let alone, two?"  Well, Yourself, you would probably be correct.  But not this time!  

TypePad, my host, has a new feature, their own version of the short-form blog called TypePad Micro.  It's really just a mini-version of a regular blog, one that can complement an existing site, or be an entity of its own.  

For me, the timing was perfect.  I wanted to start putting up posts that featured iPhone snaps of the little things I come across in my daily life that put a smile on my face.  As mentioned before, it doesn't take much to make me happy, so my husband can get off light by just buying me chocolate.  I also love photographs that are just snippets of every day, zeroing in on the tiny gems that our eyes may overlook, or that we take for granted.  This idea was the perfect platform for this project.  I love the bold look of it, and I think one of the greatest features is that when you upload your main profile photo, it automatically generates a palette of complementary color schemes to choose from.

So today, I officially unfurl the banner on my own microblog, little things!

As with this site, you can also add little things to your blog feed.  I am personally in love with Google Reader, so if you're not familiar, get yourself a Google account and they'll tell you all about how easy it is to keep up with your favorite sites on a daily basis.  There is also a sidebar feature on my page here with the five most recent little things posts.  With the easy-cheesy method of taking a picture and sending it directly to that site to post in a heartbeat, there will be plenty of updates on the little things that make me giddy about life.  I mean, come on - I've already posted three times this week.  LOOK.  OUT.

I hope you enjoy them, and I hope you'll share your own!

Hoops -- there it is!

Sorry, I had to use that as a title after someone recently spouted it out.

Going to music festivals and such, usually those of a grass-roots nature, you tend to see a more eclectic, creative, laid-back group of folk in attendance.  Which, to me, makes the festival in question that more enjoyable.  People who are there to experience the music and arts for the intrinsic joy of it and for what it does and how it makes them feel.  You see people on the sides of the crowd, getting all blissed out, dancing in their own world... and some of them... well, some of them come with their own equipment.  The hula hoop.

For most girls, when they are little, they are exposed to the plastic ring almost like an initiation into girlihood.  I was introduced to the hoop because friends of mine had it.  I just never could get the damn thing to work. 

Fast forward many a year and you'll find me in a sporting goods store a few months ago getting a wild hair to bust out some sure-to-be-ill-fated moves on the retail floor with one of theirs.  But something happened... I GOT IT TO WORK.  Granted, it was just for a few steady seconds, but for once in my life, I was totally coordinated at something right out of the gate.  Shazam!  I immediately wanted to buy it as an award of my accomplishment.  A lost part of my childhood that I could re-claim.  Instead of paying the simple $5 that it cost, I suddenly wanted to get serious.  I knew a friend that hooped for realz, and I found myself wanting in on the action.  The 30 seconds of circular stability I experienced had apparently gone to my head.  My friend made her own hoops.  I wanted to make my own, too, dammit!

This past Sunday, I finally got my wish.  The home team I used to skate with in the Carolina Rollergirls league, the Debutante Brawlers, was having their annual "Day of the Deb" celebration.  Basically it's another excuse for us all to get together, sans wheels, while eating, drinking, and shooting the shit.  This time, though, we had a little arts and crafts session, and a few of us got to hoop makin', guided by the lovely Holly Wanna Crackya.

Down in the basement of one Shirley Temper's house, a few people started the process by cutting up the tubing to size for everyone.  Then we took our tubing and end connectors upstairs to soften the ends in boiling water.  This makes the connectors slide in pretty easy.  Here's Eva Lye starting us off.

 
  

Once all the tubes were connected into hoops, we picked out our tape colors and got to wrapping.

 

 
 Some a little more ridiculously anal than others...

I so loved it with just the regular and shiny red, but added the white for the scatterboxy effect.  It makes me happy.

All of us did a very good job, as seen below.  The fanny pack has no bearing on our activities.  It was part of Holly's most awesome Halloween costume as a fanatical 80s workout junkie, and it's just plain fabulous, it had to be included.

Honorable mention goes to our other craft assistant, THE KEGERATOR.

I'm already contemplating taking it up to some college football tailgating this weekend, which the mister gives me the eye for.  Whatever.  He was totally digging trying to get his own spin going when I brought it home.

Now all of a sudden, hooping is showing up in the media.  In two days, I saw an article on Yahoo about all these celebrities now picking it up as the new "it" workout, and even in this month's Southern Living magazine, there's a big article on one lady that started a hoop gym.  In a sense, it's very cool to see.  It's not like hooping was exclusively part of some alternative/hippie club or anything, but that's pretty much where it's been kept alive by chicks over the age of twelve.  I might even try to get my mom into it, because I think it would be great for her physically and such.  Surely, it's about to blow up as the new soccer mom workout fad, but I can't lie... I secretly want to keep it tucked away as one of those activities that the alternative/hippie club is known for.  Where they do it for the art and spirituality of it, not just the killer abs.  Just like the yoga explosion, though, if it keeps people from being unhealthy and/or going off the deep end, I'm all for it.  Next stop - compact travel version!

Re-post: Seat 29E

A re-post of an oldie-but-goodie I scraped off of my vacant MySpace page.  Given the abnormally large amount of time I spent sitting in an airplane seat during the month of September, a chunk of which was right next to the pooper, I figured this was a good way to say sayonara to the month.

This is an actual letter sent to Continental.

Quote of the Day

TIME Magazine: How do you feel about Will Ferrell's impersonation of you on Saturday Night Live?

Alex Trebek: I love the Saturday Night Live sketches.  In fact, I was extremely disappointed when Will left.  We've never had any contestants as onery as the Sean Connery character that Darrell Hammond portrays.  I've been asked how I would feel if we had Sean Connery on Celebrity Jeopardy!  I tell everyone I'd just walk up to him and punch out his lights.

Photo from Sony Pictures Television

Dollar store over diamonds

Let it be known that I am not a materialistic person.  Ok, clarification... I am non-materialistic with the exception of a few things: 1. I am still savoring the coming day when I can trade in my [brand omitted because I'll be nice on the interwebs] phone for the iPhone that I should have gotten in the first place, 2. my tres sweet digital SLR camera bought last year that I really need to learn more about (not used below), and 3. the someday-purchase of a phat-with-a-PH home theatre system on which I can crank up, and audibly geek out to, the THX Deep Note intro before settling into movie la-la land.

Yeah... Where were we?  Aside from that, I don't care a whole lot about working for the so-called finer things in life.  I can find more giddiness and pleasure from some random, cheeky, cheesy dollar store find that appeals to my inner five-year-old than I can from any carat-crusted bauble.  So when I went to visit my Myers-Briggs INFJ personality twin in Wilmington last week, I had to make a stop into one of the funnerest (just go with it) and budget-friendly stores that I know, Planet.  While there, I picked up three little lovelies.

The $6 sherbet-colored sunglasses that seemed to be a truck-driver magnet on the road trip home.  (I mean really - You can't see me but as a blur in your side mirror, yet you honk as though I'll wave you on over to the next rest stop?  Seriously, dude.)

The $3 woven stone and bead ring, so very gaudalicious.

And my fave, the $6 recycled French Lecon zipper pouch I'm using for my sketch supplies, from the incredibly fabulous folks at Blue Q.  My pouch is a double-sided wonderland of beginner French textbook goodness.  I'm also a fan of their La Joie De Vivre shopper that I almost bought once, as well.

 

Creme de la creme?  Oui, s'il vous plait!

Today, I also became aware of another marvelous store, albeit in Brooklyn, that luckily has an online shop - Fred Flare.  So glad I found them, thanks to a little tweet from the wondrous Ms. Kate Bingaman-Burt (@obsessiveconsumption).  Can we say "breakfast floss"?

On the free front, I went with hubs last week to help the in-laws unpack from an 8-year work stint in China.  Needless to say, there was a lot to unpack.  I did score a great wingback armchair they were replacing that I will gladly get reupholstered so that perhaps more than three people can sit down in our living room.  The other walk-aways that I love are the three Chinese fans I picked out.  I had one prior that has started to get well-worn from being in my purse, but with the southeast heat and my basketball-sized sweat glands (paint a nice picture for ya?), it comes so in handy.  There was the nice dragon/phoenix classic motif, the awesome black Ed Hardy-esque badass dragon, 

and the ultimate...

What is... Oh - hello, Mr. Shiny Rainbow Snowflakes!

Can I tell you how much I love this fan?  I just did.  Love.  It.

What kind of fun, cheapy/free things make YOU giddy?

Best purchase of the summer

You know you want one!  And it was red and "white", and it was made by Slinky, which makes me also want a Slinky.  I'm so... six.

MAN, has this blog has been boring, or what?  That's my fault.  I've been hibernating like a champ as of late, for better or for worse.  On the good side, I'm getting back into the swing of re-vamping the shop, which will be more art-centric.  Just about everything on there at the moment is on clearance, and once I get enough new swag together to make for a nice update, I'll be removing those unsold items for good.  Hopefully this will take place by about October/early November at the latest, in time for the holidays.  Until then, I honestly don't mind hermiting away from the crap heat and humidity out there these days.  I was sweating from the kneecaps today.  Who does this?!?!  I spent a couple nice sweltering days at the Atlantic seashore recently, but really, fall needs to get here stat.

In case you had been looking for it, I closed down my photography site, Photobox.  The recent plan was to put everything in one shop, but now that I'm getting a better idea of what that will look like, the photos still cry for their own home.  The new site will be under a different shop name, which is good, because I'm going to bring them back with a little more... flair.  Stay tuned!

Haggis with a Side of Doughnuts

 

I recently had the good fortune to head up to Canada for a night to enjoy some of my favorite ear candy.  Enter the Haggis is a band based in Toronto, Ontario that has been on an ever-increasing wave of success for almost ten years.  Never heard of them?  Well, it's time to change all that.

I've had the pleasure of knowing the guys for six years now, and to see their metamorphosis has been nothing short of wonderful.  One reason you've likely never heard of them before is because they started out in their infancy as mostly a Celtic-genre band, playing and growing on the festival circuit (usually ones with the same theme), as well as small pubs and venues here and there.  Though living in Canada, they quickly realized how to capitalize on a few benefits associated with traveling the U.S. by hopping to and from towns in close proximity to each other.  As they traveled more, even to a handful of European gigs along the way, their fan base grew.  Also growing at the same time was their sound.

When the current band member lineup came to be around the year 2000, it brought in a colorful resume of talent.  New members with backgrounds and interests in jazz, latin, celtic, prog rock, classic rock, and traditional Canadian sounds were suddenly melded together, which to many, would seem worthy of an audible antacid.  The happy surprise is that the result is just the opposite.  As the guys describe it, their name has come to be synonymous with their sound: random elements mixed together to form something pleasingly palatable.

With the increase in their popularity, ETH has popped up in great places like The Kennedy Center, the soundtrack for the indie flick 10 MPH (support these flimmakers!), a live concert broadcast on PBS, A&E's Breakfast with the Arts, Live with Regis & Kelly, and most recently, Canada AM, performing The Litter and the Leaves:

Their newest release, Gutter Anthems, is, in my not-so-humble opinion, their most ambitious, unapologetic, and professional compilation yet.  One of my all-time favorite artists is Billy Joel, primarily because of the great storytelling in his lyrics.  ETH has been another all-timer of mine for not only coughing up some of my favorite ballads and crunchy rock tunes, but also for following that same lyrical formula, which they do exceptionally well again on Anthems.  The other aspect that immediately caught my attention on this release is the thorough use of sublime vocal harmonies, for which I am most certainly a sucker.

All that said, it's time to shove some Haggis in your ears and see what I'm spouting off about.  Right now, they are offering up the entire Gutter Anthems CD for a free listen on their website, a very tasty treat, indeed.  If you need more of a free fix to see where they've come from, check out their page on UFO, their record label's website, where you can listen to all four of their most recent releases on the audio player.    Need more linkage?  Find them also on MySpace, Twitter, YouTube, and Facebook.  Then go to their main website, find out when they're playing near you, and get thee to a show.  If there's one thing to be said about ETH, it's that if you like their recorded sound, even just a little bit, their live sound promises to be slap-your-mamma good.

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As for that side of doughnuts...

ESPN today has been broadcasting their coverage of the local, incredibly fun, Krispy Kreme Challenge that we participated in, as mentioned previously.  The network had their very own Greg Garber pony up to the contest, though he squeaked in just a few minutes shy of the one hour mark.  How he did all of that in a suit and tie, with commentary, and not offer up any road cookies is beyond me.

The GREAT feature narrative clip can be seen HERE.

And this is Greg Garber's personal account:

Have a great week!

Glazed Over

The sugar rushes, upset stomaches, and sore muscles are gone.  So, too, is this year's Krispy Kreme Challenge.

As mentioned earlier, we participated in this year's event, which began in 2004 with a mere 12 friends.  This past Saturday's event included not only over 5,200 participants, both locals and outta-towners, but ESPN coverage, as well.  With temps warming into the low 60s, all was bright in preparation for the Running of the Insane. 

Not only was it shocking to see how many turned out for this event, but the colorful array of entrants certainly added to the atmosphere.  There were a few guys running in just shoes, socks and Speedos (cape optional).  Girls wearing prom dresses.  Costumed superheroes.  A three-legged dog.  A (ex-?)soldier wearing fatigues, combat boots, and a full backpack of who-knows-what.  The guy dressed like Elvis.  Mullet wigs.  A gorilla costume.  Numerous runners wearing inflatable pool innertubes painted like doughnuts around their waist.  Students of Campbell University running with a strapped-on cardboard viking ship around them, five at a time.  Body painting.  And what appeared to be members of the UNC wrestling team... wearing only their too-tight,TMI team leotards.  It all was mildly reminiscent of the costumed gorge-fest of Marathon du Medoc, held in France (on my bucket list, for sure) that I'd learned about not long ago.  They all gathered around the start line, waiting for the tower to chime 9:30am.

  

I started out making an effort, but did not get too far on the whole "running" thing.  A little speed walking was more my style.  Mike was off making a go of it with some of his Footy friends, so we would rendezvous at Krispy Kreme, the halfway point.  Before I arrived, there were already runners making their way back on the second leg, returning to the bell tower and the finish line.  Not everyone was eating the full dozen doughnuts at the half; only those serious enough to be down with the challenge had to shove them all in before returning to the tower within the hour.  It was touch-and-go about whether or not Mike might make a go of the total twelve.  When I got to the Kreme, there were mobs of people gathered at the tiny store.  Some waiting for their boxes, some already stuffing their faces.  There were speed eaters, water-dunkers, pile-smashers.  There were boxes and stray pastries everywhere, amidst the already-forming puke hazards on the pavement.  You could see the anguish on faces drizzled with sweat, though whether the perspiration came from the physical exertion or the glucose overdose was not certain.  I finally spied Mike with one of his friends, he was actually doing it; scarfing down the last of his box.

 

Not everyone had the same fortune...

 

Defeat.

Needless to say, the over-eager beavers that were all in a hurry to run their way to the store were a much different crowd on the way back.  The ratio of runners to walkers did almost a complete 180.  I was still walking myself, but being that I was smart and only had two doughnuts, I was still in relatively good form.  My butt was way too out of shape to deal with anything else that morning besides seeing if my legs would hold up for four miles.  I even passed by Mr. Mullet Man.

 

Finally, everyone made their way back to the tower...

... where they patted themselves on the back, listened to the awards ceremony, and enjoyed some good tunes provided by the Jambulance.

HILARIOUS.

The winner received a doughnut medal.  And five more boxes of doughnuts.

To see some amazing photos captured by the NC State newspaper staff, click HERE!

Their official video is HERE...

And for a cute look at some pre-race footage:

"How To KKC" from Matt at Wolf TV on Vimeo.

Can't wait till next year.  Costumed, perhaps...?

It's on like Donkey Kong

The 2008 5th Annual Krispy Kreme Challenge.

On Saturday, February 9th, it is back. What started out as a throw-down between twelve friends in 2004 has very quickly turned into one of the most popular charity events of the area.  Last year's event drew 3,000 participants.  What's all the hoo-ha, you ask?

Imagine, if you will, a chilly winter morning in Raleigh...  A gathering at the bell tower on the campus of N.C. State University...  You stretch your limbs and run (or puss-out and walk) two miles to your destination: The local Krispy Kreme factory shoppe.  Awaiting you there is one dozen beautiful, melt-in-your-mouth, Hot Now doughnuts.  (Not familiar with the Hot Now?  You have my sympathies.) 

But this is not your reward. 

Your shining moment comes when you shove ALL twelve rings down your gullet and haul ass another two miles back to the bell tower.  If you finish, you can proudly annoint yourself a winner of The Challenge.

It's a thing of genius.

Missing out on last year's event, I have made the decision to enter this year's contest with my partner in crime.  I've already started my training by partaking in a doughnut or two nearly every day at work where we always have a stash on hand.  Any other physical training?  Ahhh, no.  Because, well... "running"... isn't really my thing.  But the doughnuts are.  Not to mention that the proceeds are donated to the N.C. Children's Hospital.  Bonus!  We will be participating with a few other members of the Carolina Rollergirls, some who are now seasoned veterans of this showdown, and some who actually pony up and run it like it's meant to be run. 

Last year, for the 2008 4th annual event, there was a promo video put out featuring scenes from the 2007 run:

My favorite is the 2007 promo featuring the 2006 footage, which so wonderfully depicts the beautiful agony.  And puking.

Stay tuned for the follow-up report.

Planetary motion and other Thanksgivingness

This is going to be a long one, but first things first:

GO OUTSIDE AND CHECK OUT THE MOON!!!

For realz - According to the good folks at space.com, tonight is a rare night for those geekily fascinated with astronomy, like yours truly.  The moon will be very slim, and to the right of it will be two super-bright "stars" that are really planets: Venus is the brightest one at the bottom, and Jupiter(!) is the next-brightest to the upper-right.  I've always known you could see Venus in the sky.  Or at least I've known it was something non-stellar.  I was poorly misinformed a while back that the brightest object in the sky besides the moon was the sun's reflection off the space station.  Not a bad theory, until I questioned it earlier this year while at NC State's planetarium show and the knowledgeable host corrected me.  Either way... HOW COOL.

I can't stop staring at it.  Like all of a sudden, they are going to start swirling around like a laser-pointer show or something.  Of course, I had to take a picture.  Couldn't get the tripod in the right spot on the balcony to get a non-flash shot, which would have also captured the shadow of the moon's full orb (also cool).  So I went with flash, and at least you can see a little bit of the craters when you zoom in.  Do you have binoculars at home?  You can totally see craters on the moon with them!  I have not done this before.  Hence my elementary giddiness. 

Here's my attempt at night sky photography without knowing any better how to get a more professional photo.  Exibit A is the moon on the left (just seeing if you're skimming...).  Exibit B is the bright spot at the bottom, Venus.  And exibit C to the upper-right is Jupiter.  Did I say cool?  COOL.

 

Now that I've uploaded it, it doesn't do justice to the largeness and brightness of the planets.  Boo.  Maybe you can click on it and see it in better quality.  Anyhoo, on with the show.

*****

SO!  Where were we...  Ah, Thanksgivingness.  Ours was actually celebrated (i.e. "face-stuffed") the weekend prior to said holiday.  I had to work on Turkey Day proper, so we went to my home-Land-of-Cleve to celebrate with my family.  We had gotten warnings of proper attire for our suitcases, which meant only one thing:

SNOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!

Driving up, we didn't really hit the good stuff until about a half-hour from our destination, but it did not disappoint.  It was already dark, but in the tradition of my favorite winter-evening memories, it was very heavy on the branches, making them all look fluffy white, and the sky was just a bit lighter than normal.  When you stood outside, there was the familiar chilly, yet cozy, silence in the air of being cocooned in a snowy blanket.  The following morning was no exception, as my favorite huge chunky snow drifted slowly and peacefully from the sky.

 

Then it stopped, eventually started to melt a stitch, and like an idiot, I realized I didn't get outside to take more pictures in its prime.  *le sigh*

Saturday was our turkey day!  A day when I usually avoid what's going on in the kitchen (I'm a non-cooker, for all the new readers out there).  The mister (my resident chef) offered up his services to prepare not only our bird, but six casserole-dish-sized side items, as well.  Being the culinary geek that HE is, your usual fare was not good enough.  Consulting the pages of Bon Apetit and Food & Wine, the smells of this year's feast began to fill up the joint.  His chosen theme was to make dishes reminiscent of what would have been had back in the day when the pilgrims were kissing up to the native Americans.  (You know, prior to the whole robbing-them-of-their-way-of-life thing that followed.)  The turkey was a purdy sight, slathered with a sweet citrusy glaze on the outside.

 

I'm serious here, people.  That is the actual turkey he made.  Cookies aside, there should be no question why I'm keeping him around.  After dinner, we had a mini-birthday celebration for Mr. Chef.  Since he did not have time (or room) to also add on the task of making dessert (JEEZ!), we purchased a peach pie and the ever-nummy Breyer's vanilla bean ice cream.  One of his gifts was a pair of tickets to the following day's Cleveland Browns home game downtown, which really just made it like my birthday instead. :)

Sunday morning, we geared up.  Swiss-Miss hat?  Check.  Ski coat and gloves?  Check.  Butt-warming bean-filled chair cushion?  Check.  Super-thick Mexican-style wool blanket?  Check Check.  Time to head to town! 

Let it be known that I love me some Cleveland, Ohio.  Trash if you will, but I'm a dyed-in-the-wool fan.  Granted, I don't live there anymore and may not ever again, but I have very fond memories.  Not so much the ones driving in the aforementioned snow after the holidays (when I have not-quite-as-nice sentiments about it and its determination to linger for an additional 3-4 months), but good ones, nonetheless.  One of those memories was heading downtown to check out the lights and sights the day after Thanksgiving, for which we were just a bit early this time around.  It was still good to see the city continuing its quest to breathe life into the heart of itself once again, as it had done in the past.  New shops and restaurants, and lots and lots of renovated space in the buildings with their wonderful architecture.  On our walk to the stadium, an orange awning that I never-before recalled caught my eye.  Could it be a deli?  We hadn't eaten yet, so we decided to check it out.

JACKPOT.

How have I never seen this or been here before???  The Sportsman's Deli.  You couldn't have picked a more perfect place to gnosh before an early-winter football game in a steel-belt town.  I'd show you the website, but based on the un-renovated interior of the establishment, they might not know how to operate a computer yet, let alone get that fancy.  And I wouldn't want them to.

 

See inside the window, to the right of the neon football helmet?  That's one of those old-fashioned Tiffany-esque bar lamps.  Except surely no where else can you find ones emblazoned solely with the words "CORN BEEF" on one and "PASTRAMI" on the other.  In stained glass.  Awesome.  All in a lovely shade of 70s orange to match the awning outside and Browns uniforms nearby.  Inside was the warmth of grandma's sweet basement plywood paneling and tons of local sports memorabilia on the wall.  Fill it up with salt-of-the-earth blue-collar good folk clad in their Brownie best, shove down a plate of "world's-finest" corned beef (yes, it was pretty damn good), and you couldn't ask for anything more on such a fine Lake Erie morning.  I probably was the only chick in there besides the wait staff, but who cares.  I wanna go back.

 

I had not yet been inside the new Cleveland Browns stadium.  I have fond memories of going, very young, with my dad to watch games in the upper-deck of the old stadium, metal girders blocking half of your view, icy wind whipping around inside like a vortex, sucking down hot chocolate from our thermos, and sopping up the infamous Stadium Mustard (go order you some) on a dog or two.  They were good times.  The new digs were wonderful.  Completely open and in the same location, but somehow the wind wasn't as menacing.  You aren't allowed to bring in a thermos anymore and you go through security on your way in (compliments of 9/11), but the magic is still there.  A sea of brown and orange, awesomely sarcastic and cynical fans who will never stop being fans, even when the team chokes... yet again, and the intense hatred for the Steelers, even when they aren't the ones on today's lineup.  Cups of hot chocolate and gobs of stadium mustard later, we left, very satisfied.

On the way back, we stopped by Public Square and Tower City, which was once home to the wonderful Higbee's department store.  We always went into Higbee's on our Black Friday visits, and I'll never forget the high, white walls, huge chandeliers, and swags of red curtains and christmas lights.  I remember up on the tenth floor of the building was where kids could go in to a special store of their own and shop for their parents while they waited for them outside the doors.  Today, Higbee's is sadly gone.  In it's place is a less-exciting office, though they did smartly keep the white walls and chandeliers of the old days.  For those of you who are huge Christmas Story fans like my Mister, you'll know that Higbee's is the department store featured at the beginning of the movie.  You can see the curtains and chandeliers in the scenes where Ralphie and his brother visit Santa after the parade on Public Square.  In keeping with tradition, and especially given that this is the 25th anniversary of that classic flick, they decorate the infamous window where Ralphie and his friends drooled over the Red Rider BB gun.  This past weekend was the commemorative Christmas Story weekend, complete with cast reunion and visits to the old yellow house, recently bought, renovated, returned to its former color, and turned into a museum.

That night was relaxing as we headed over to Sarah's Vineyard, a winery and gallery inside an old 1846 farmhouse.  We brought along a bunch of appetizers to eat while sampling a few bottles of their reds and whites.  You totally feel like you're intruding, bringing in shopping bags with all your food, plates, and napkins, but that's exactly what they want you to do.  Just relax.  It was very nice surrounding yourself with the old wood, arts and crafts.  Stay till the end of the night like we did, and you can meet Stanley and Frontenac (like the grape), the resident brother doggies.

On Monday, we drove to Medina, a town that I'd never actually been to in all my years there.  It has a very cute downtown square area, and was all decorated with white twinkly lights in every shop window.  Lunch was at (highly-recommended) Dan's Dogs, a diner with something like 50 types of super-cheap and super-tasty hot dog topping combos on the menu, decorated in 50s era diner style.  We also stopped by Root Candle's amazing shop, which was full of fantastic home items that the decorator in me wanted to splurge on.  The company has a niftly little history, as well.

It was a good weekend.  Then, alas, it was Tuesday, which meant facing the 8-hour return drive home.  Just in time, however, the snow came back once more to say goodbye.