|My new look for Fall|
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Monday, August 30, 2010
Posted by Carol Starr Schneider at 8:51 AM
Sunday, August 29, 2010
|Pre-Emmys, 1990. Nice shoulder pads|
Posted by Carol Starr Schneider at 10:11 AM
Saturday, August 28, 2010
There are times when a woman
must say what's on her mind
Even though she knows how much it's gonna hurt
Before I say another word let me tell you, I love all three
Let me watch you, DVR you, view you often as I please
There's three shows that I've needed and I've loved
But that doesn't mean I love one more or less
"Lost" knows it can possess me,
"Breaking Bad" knows it always will
There's just this empty place inside of me
that only Don Draper can fill
Thursday, August 26, 2010
|State Street, Santa Barbara|
Posted by Carol Starr Schneider at 8:37 AM
Monday, August 23, 2010
Posted by Carol Starr Schneider at 8:04 AM
Sunday, August 22, 2010
|Two kids say "I do"|
Posted by Carol Starr Schneider at 10:08 AM
Saturday, August 21, 2010
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Facebook just reminded me it's my anniversary on Monday. I'm assuming this means all of my close personal friends on Facebook will be sending expensive gifts. I need more tchotkes like a kick in the head. Is it tacky to ask for money, instead? Hubby and I really need a vacation. We're thinking Italy.
Registered at Expedia.com
Posted by Carol Starr Schneider at 8:40 AM
Monday, August 16, 2010
As Jerry Seinfeld might say, what's the deal with sleeping funny? There's nothing funny about waking up with a stiff neck, sore back or uncooperative knees. It's a chiropractic situation, not a punchline, wouldn't you agree? Yet for centuries, loved ones have been examining each other, as if medically trained, and diagnosing what went down, nocturnally.
Posted by Carol Starr Schneider at 9:36 AM
Friday, August 13, 2010
Thursday, August 12, 2010
I can count the number of times I've met hubby for lunch during his busy work week: almost never. Maybe once a year, if that. Dude's too busy having lunch with other people or sitting at his desk, doing important stuff. But yesterday, he carved out time and we met our friends Philippe and Carol at a cute Italian place in Toluca Lake. We talked kids, movies, tv and books. We shared our mutual hatred of "Inception." We took a quick detour into real estate. We asked each other why we weren't all independently wealthy by now. And then, Philippe shifted gears. "Let's change the topic. What do you think happens when we die?"
Posted by Carol Starr Schneider at 9:44 AM
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Monday, August 9, 2010
|Time to upgrade the wardrobe|
Posted by Carol Starr Schneider at 10:06 AM
Friday, August 6, 2010
Here I am, a year old, leaning against the bath tub, butt-naked, caught for all eternity. A closer look reveals an irrefutable fact: the shape of my tush hasn’t changed much since 1958. There’s no denying that the baby SJG in this photo feels good about her dimply cheeks and plump little folds. That’s the beauty of being a baby. You’re clueless.
Posted by Carol Starr Schneider at 9:38 AM
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
"You dumped the baby-daddy?"
"I sent his ass packing."
"Good girl. You deserve better. A nice Jewish boy would never treat you like Levi did."
"Do you know any?"
"I've got two living under my roof. Three if you count hubby."
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
This is news to me. I'm still smarting from my 8th-grade nickname. "Hey, flattie!" Better than, "Hey, fattie." Still, not an ego-boaster.
"Why am I lucky?" I ask.
"The larger gals get tugged and stretched and smashed down. It's harder to get a clear image."
"So, small and perky is a good thing?"
I feel much better now. But I'll feel better when I get the results.
Posted by Carol Starr Schneider at 8:21 AM
Monday, August 2, 2010
On "Madmen," when that icky Glenn (nicknamed "future serial killer" by the eldest) left a lanyard under Sally's pillow, I flashed on all the half-finished key chains and bracelets I attempted at Camp Akela during my youth. It may have been Christmas in Draper-land, but in my nostalgia-addled brain, all those twisty plastic knots spelled sum-sum-summertime. Big Bear. The first moon walk. The first crushes. The first smooches. Tramp-olines. Archery. Slow dances. Campfires. Hikes. Mosquito bites. Overnights. Horseback rides. Canteens. Capture the Flag. "Kumbaya." "Joshua Fought the Battle of Jericho." "They Call the Wind Mariah." Oh, and one more thing. Arts & Crafts. Girls making lanyards for cute boys, and vice versa.
Posted by Carol Starr Schneider at 9:30 AM