Mai-juuni ajal ilmub poodidesse rabarber. Suht niru, istub nagu mahajaetud kass pappkastis teiste puu ja juurviljade korval mis koik korralikult presenteeritud. Ja ma peale enda ei nae kedagi kunagi ostmas. 2 aastat tagasi nagime rabarberit potis ja koheselt ostsime, taitsa viisakas praeguseks.
Kooke rabarberiga ei nae, ainuke variant mida kohanud olen on maasika=rabarberi kook. Ma ei saa aru miks seda vaja maasikaga segada, ise hea kull. Koik utlevad et vui see nii hapu. Taitsa noutu kohe, nagu vaikeste lastega tegeleks. Muidu soovad seinast seina asju igalt kontigendilt aga rabarberil on USAs ikka taielik PR (public relations) probleem.
Memorial Day nadalavahetuseks tegin sopradele rabarberikooki beseekattea, retsept leidub perenaine.ee lehel. Ja inimesed olid taiesti hammastunud kui hea oli. :) G ytles et tal see klassikaline liivataignaga kook ei meeldi aga beseega meeldis. Asi seegi.
May 31, 2011
May 29, 2011
Ripsmetussist, of all things
Teate mis mulle narvidele kaib? Reklaamid ripsmetussist - kuis too pikendab ja teeb mustemaks ja paksemaks ja keerab ja laseb tualetis vett ka kui vaja aga piltidel on mingi celebriti voi modell ulipikkade voltsripsmetega. Mis ju loomulikult on pikad/paksud jne. Mu arust on see pilt sinna korvale taiesti motetu ja arritav.
Nagu naiteks:
Enda tahelepanekutest pean utlema et kui pidevalt kasutad siis odavamad brandid (revlon, l'oreal, rimmer jne) on taiesti padevad aga neid peab tihti uuendama. Kallimad (enda lemmikud on Lancome and Dior Diorshow) pusivad kauem. Aga noh, on jalle kallimad. Anyway, leidsin selle blogi ja pean soovitama, kasutab ja analuusib igast ilutooteid. Vaga bra.
www.beautyjunkiesunite.com
Nagu naiteks:
Enda tahelepanekutest pean utlema et kui pidevalt kasutad siis odavamad brandid (revlon, l'oreal, rimmer jne) on taiesti padevad aga neid peab tihti uuendama. Kallimad (enda lemmikud on Lancome and Dior Diorshow) pusivad kauem. Aga noh, on jalle kallimad. Anyway, leidsin selle blogi ja pean soovitama, kasutab ja analuusib igast ilutooteid. Vaga bra.
www.beautyjunkiesunite.com
May 20, 2011
Vaiksed Asjad Abielus
Juhtusin lugema huvitavat artiklit abielust ja tooga kaasnevatest probleemides, kuis ununeb ajapikku romantika, teise vajaduste markamine ja laste-karjaari-vanemate-igapaeva murede korval ununeb ka see kuidas uksteisel polve norgaks ajada aeg-ajalt ning seks hoopis haabub. Steven Stosny ja Patricia Love kirjutasid raamatu (molemad psuhholoogid) Kuidas Parandada Oma Abielu Ilma Sellest Raakimata. Stosny vaidab et igal paaril on samad hirmud ja habid ja koige lihtsam kaitse selle vastu on fuusiline lahedus, mitte tingimata seks, aga lahedus. Maarab partneritele kuus 6-sekundi pikkust kallistust iga paev, kohustuslikus korras. Paarid kes seda proovisid raporteerisid et alguses ntuke imelik ja kohmakas aga kui aeg oige siis sellised pikemad kallistused toesti taastasin intiimsust suhtes ja tuletasid vanu aegu meelde.
Teine professor soovitas 10-minuti reeglit - pane korvale 10 min jutuajamiseks - koigest valja arvatud lapsed, too ja majapidamismured. Ullatavalt raske arvestades seda et teineteist nagunii paev otsa ei nae siis kui ohtul naed vaja igast praktilistest asjadest raakida. Ma ei oska isegi moelda millest muust hetkel raakida. Uksteise unistustest, soovidest, motetest. Jah.
Psuhhiaater John W Jacobs suudistab Hollywoodi kes meile fantaasiaid about happily ever after ete soodab nii et meil on vaar arusaam abielust ja sellest kui rasked suhted on tegelikus elus. Tema jargi on inimesed nagu elekrilised vastuvotjad kes saavad ja saadavad emotsioonilisi impullse. Et tegelt piisab vaga vahesest et kontrollida kaasa reaktsioone ja teievahelisi tulisi. Sina reageerid samamoodi ja tema samamoodi ning et muster peaks tuttav olema. Nii et kui kaasa jargm kord tigedana koju tuleb siis selle asemel et oma paeva stressi ja probleemi valja laduda, hinga sisse valja ja paku kaasale olu voi kulma jooki ja utle et tundub sul raske paev selja taga. Ning loomulikult peaks su kaasa sama moodi sind hoidma. Hmmm
Teine professor soovitas 10-minuti reeglit - pane korvale 10 min jutuajamiseks - koigest valja arvatud lapsed, too ja majapidamismured. Ullatavalt raske arvestades seda et teineteist nagunii paev otsa ei nae siis kui ohtul naed vaja igast praktilistest asjadest raakida. Ma ei oska isegi moelda millest muust hetkel raakida. Uksteise unistustest, soovidest, motetest. Jah.
Psuhhiaater John W Jacobs suudistab Hollywoodi kes meile fantaasiaid about happily ever after ete soodab nii et meil on vaar arusaam abielust ja sellest kui rasked suhted on tegelikus elus. Tema jargi on inimesed nagu elekrilised vastuvotjad kes saavad ja saadavad emotsioonilisi impullse. Et tegelt piisab vaga vahesest et kontrollida kaasa reaktsioone ja teievahelisi tulisi. Sina reageerid samamoodi ja tema samamoodi ning et muster peaks tuttav olema. Nii et kui kaasa jargm kord tigedana koju tuleb siis selle asemel et oma paeva stressi ja probleemi valja laduda, hinga sisse valja ja paku kaasale olu voi kulma jooki ja utle et tundub sul raske paev selja taga. Ning loomulikult peaks su kaasa sama moodi sind hoidma. Hmmm
May 7, 2011
Motteid emadepaevaks
Ilm on ilus, me oleme paev otsa ringikondinud ja seega nii jalad kui aju paistes. Aga tahtsin teile koigie, emad ja tulevased emad, kaunist kaunist emadepaeva soovida ning jagada USA komoodiku ja ema Tina Fey motteterasid emaks olemisest.
First, Lord: No tattoos. May neither Chinese symbol for truth nor Winnie-the-Pooh holding the FSU (Florida State University) logo stain her tender haunches (tagumikul).
May she be Beautiful but not Damaged, for it’s the Damage that draws the creepy soccer coach’s (jalgpalli treener) eye, not the Beauty.
When the Crystal Meth is offered, may she remember the parents who cut her grapes in half and stick with Beer.
Guide her, protect her when crossing the street, stepping onto boats, swimming in the ocean, swimming in pools, walking near pools, standing on the subway platform, crossing 86th Street, stepping off of boats, using mall restrooms, getting on and off escalators, driving on country roads while arguing, leaning on large windows, walking in parking lots, riding Ferris wheels, roller-coasters, log flumes, or anything called “Hell Drop,” “Tower of Torture,” or “The Death Spiral Rock ‘N Zero G Roll featuring Aerosmith,” and standing on any kind of balcony ever, anywhere, at any age.
Lead her away from Acting but not all the way to Finance. Something where she can make her own hours but still feel intellectually fulfilled and get outside sometimes And not have to wear high heels. What would that be, Lord? Architecture? Midwifery? Golf course design? I’m asking You, because if I knew, I’d be doing it, Youdammit.
May she play the Drums to the fiery rhythm of her Own Heart with the sinewy strength of her Own Arms, so she need Not Lie With Drummers.
Grant her a Rough Patch from twelve to seventeen. Let her draw horses and be interested in Barbies for much too long, For childhood is short – a Tiger Flower blooming Magenta for one day – And adulthood is long and dry-humping (seksimine) in cars will wait.
O Lord, break the Internet forever, that she may be spared the misspelled invective (kriitiline oelutsemine) of her peers (samavanuste) And the online marketing campaign for Rape Hostel V: Girls Just Wanna Get Stabbed.
And when she one day turns on me and calls me a Bitch in front of Hollister (ameerika teismeliste pood), Give me the strength, Lord, to yank her directly into a cab in front of her friends, For I will not have that Shit. I will not have it.
And should she choose to be a Mother one day, be my eyes, Lord, that I may see her, lying on a blanket on the floor at 4:50 A.M., all-at-once exhausted, bored, and in love with the little creature whose poop is leaking up its back. “My mother did this for me once,” she will realize as she cleans feces off her baby’s neck. “My mother did this for me.” And the delayed gratitude will wash over her as it does each generation and she will make a Mental Note to call me. And she will forget. But I’ll know, because I peeped it with Your God eyes.
Amen.”
-Tina Fey
First, Lord: No tattoos. May neither Chinese symbol for truth nor Winnie-the-Pooh holding the FSU (Florida State University) logo stain her tender haunches (tagumikul).
May she be Beautiful but not Damaged, for it’s the Damage that draws the creepy soccer coach’s (jalgpalli treener) eye, not the Beauty.
When the Crystal Meth is offered, may she remember the parents who cut her grapes in half and stick with Beer.
Guide her, protect her when crossing the street, stepping onto boats, swimming in the ocean, swimming in pools, walking near pools, standing on the subway platform, crossing 86th Street, stepping off of boats, using mall restrooms, getting on and off escalators, driving on country roads while arguing, leaning on large windows, walking in parking lots, riding Ferris wheels, roller-coasters, log flumes, or anything called “Hell Drop,” “Tower of Torture,” or “The Death Spiral Rock ‘N Zero G Roll featuring Aerosmith,” and standing on any kind of balcony ever, anywhere, at any age.
Lead her away from Acting but not all the way to Finance. Something where she can make her own hours but still feel intellectually fulfilled and get outside sometimes And not have to wear high heels. What would that be, Lord? Architecture? Midwifery? Golf course design? I’m asking You, because if I knew, I’d be doing it, Youdammit.
May she play the Drums to the fiery rhythm of her Own Heart with the sinewy strength of her Own Arms, so she need Not Lie With Drummers.
Grant her a Rough Patch from twelve to seventeen. Let her draw horses and be interested in Barbies for much too long, For childhood is short – a Tiger Flower blooming Magenta for one day – And adulthood is long and dry-humping (seksimine) in cars will wait.
O Lord, break the Internet forever, that she may be spared the misspelled invective (kriitiline oelutsemine) of her peers (samavanuste) And the online marketing campaign for Rape Hostel V: Girls Just Wanna Get Stabbed.
And when she one day turns on me and calls me a Bitch in front of Hollister (ameerika teismeliste pood), Give me the strength, Lord, to yank her directly into a cab in front of her friends, For I will not have that Shit. I will not have it.
And should she choose to be a Mother one day, be my eyes, Lord, that I may see her, lying on a blanket on the floor at 4:50 A.M., all-at-once exhausted, bored, and in love with the little creature whose poop is leaking up its back. “My mother did this for me once,” she will realize as she cleans feces off her baby’s neck. “My mother did this for me.” And the delayed gratitude will wash over her as it does each generation and she will make a Mental Note to call me. And she will forget. But I’ll know, because I peeped it with Your God eyes.
Amen.”
-Tina Fey
May 4, 2011
Moru Kukk, Saba Sorgus
Lillekese mangimine jatkub, uritan nii palju voodis olla kui saan aga tunnistan ausalt et tapab. Lugeda ei taha, magan aeg ajalt, telekat ei viitsi vaadata. Koogikappe vaja organiseerida, Olivia tuba ara koristada ja peenrad rohida pluss taimi osta jne. Ma siuke rahulik onnis rase ei ole mitte. Kain arstide vahet ja vaatan kuis postimees tassib arveid koju. Selle raha eest oleks ma ei tea mis juba saanud. Ja argem unustagem et amm kah orbiidil pidevalt.
G helistab et talle firma poolt reis Bermuudasse. Austatakse top tegijaid iga aasta, lahevad naistega ja CEO ja CFOga. Oliviaga rase olles oli uleoo reis Newport, Rhode Island. Noh nagu reis Parnu. Seekord reis Bermudasse, hotell rannas, Mandarin Oriental hotell, igaohtu mingi popp dinner, erinev temaatika ja meelelahutus. Roosa liiv kaeparast. Merevaade. Paeval endal valida kas lahed golfi mangima, hobustega merelainete aarde ratsutama, kayak voi snorkeling voi naudid autos soites tuuri mooda saart. How perfect would that be? Saaks ammast-aiast puhkuse, nood hoiaks Olivial silma peal, saaks kahekesti enne katt hoida enne kui uus beebi tuleb ja mingit vaba aega ei teki ja see on TASUTA.
G pessimistlik aga arst lubab minna, et ole ettevaatlik, take your records, there are risks obviously, know where the hospital is etc. Luban koike teha, suurest onnest juuksed sirged, sobranna laenab raseduse ranna outfit-id ja kleidid ja puha. Ning kell 5 heliseb telefon et arst ikka motles et tegelt very bad idea. Et mul voib see veritsemine nii akitsi hakata ja tema ise ei laheks ja seega ei soovita ka mul mitte minna. Ma olen kordamooda masendunud ja kurb ja moru. Vaga moru. Eks ma jaa siis koju oma laienevaid veeniarme vahtima. Mehe ikka peksin kohale et mingu ja nautigu ja tema blood, sweat and tears ja vaga arateenitud. Aga kui G helistas et registreeris ara ilma minuta ja see ei saa uldse nii tore nyyd olema ja temal jole kurb siis ma natuke lohutasin aga ytlesin et yleyldiselt argu jaagu nyyd selle peale lootma et mu kaastunne kestaks. Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh....
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