Weekend Treat - David Rio Chai

You know how there are some weekend mornings where your hair is just too crazy to run out into public and you can't find your Pi Phi baseball cap?

Well, this is an excellent chai to tide you over until you can make it to the Starbucks.

I was discussing with my cousin the fact that it is impossible to replicate a Starbuck's chai at home. They use some kind of syrup, whereas they sell the public some kind of liquid. David Rio chai is quite yummy in its own right.

Plus, I love opening the cabinet door and seeing the orange canister. More things should be orange. I found it at World Market for 9ish dollars, but you can also go to davidrio.com.

Oooo and I see from the picture that it is also gluten free. Picture from davidrio.com

No Spiritual Journey Needed

[I wrote this about an hour before I got the call from the law firm that they decided to go with an out of town candidate.]

I still haven't heard from Fantastic Law Firm.

But dare I say it - I think that I am leaning toward doing The Franchise. Because in this economy? It's a brilliant time to be opening a franchise that sells expensive dessert products that many people have never heard of.

In the end, it comes down to the fact that (1) The Franchise would be mine. (Well, for ten years and then for just a measly few thousand more I can buy the right to keep my business, but you know what I mean.) (2) Dessert is fun. Very few people on either side of a dessert transaction are stressed about it.

Many of my readers are lawyers and many of the blogs that I read are by lawyers. I still need that. I like lawyers and I respect lawyers. And I loved practicing law - from 5 a.m. in the morning all the way through to 11 p.m. at night. I was tired and overworked, but I truly loved being an attorney and I helped a lot of people along the way.

My husband is in Hong Kong sleeping during the day and working during the night. You're the first to know. (P.S. He took my iTouch so he could watch Invitcus on his 16 hour plane ride. How am I supposed to play Bejeweled and watch wee back episodes of the Rachel Zoe Project?)

Why I Am Not An Activist

This is from the Eminem featuring Rihanna No. 1 song on the Billboard Top 100, Love The Way You Lie:

Eminem
"I'mma tie her to the bed
And set the house on fire"

Rihanna
"Just gonna stand there
And watch me burn
But that's alright
Because I like
The way it hurts"

I find this song to be morally irresponsible on the part of Eminem, who claims to be such a good father and, more significantly, Rihanna, who is the vicitm of domestic abuse.

Having worked with victims of domestic violence, I can assure you that not one of them liked the way it hurt.

And I can also assure you that there is going to be at least one ass out there that hears this song and thinks it's okay to abuse someone because, hell, Rihanna likes it - and she should know, being a victim herself. Don't you agree that a culture that can make this the number one song is also a culture that can breed that ass?

So I am typing this and getting very, very angry and thinking of all the the ways I can get Eminem and Rihanna's people to make them do something to correct all the wrong, when I remember that the Daily Show moved to 8:00. I usually forget, so I've missed it for months. And now I can't focus on all my anger anymore because when did John Stewart get a beard?

Drink Pray Drink

I am expecting to hear any day now about second interviews at the law firm.

This weekend, after 2 mojitos and half of a bottle of Austrian wine that was so red and so Austrian that it had chunks in it, I determined that if I had the good fortune to be making a choice between the law firm and the franchise that I will need to go on a spiritual journey to help me with my decision.

And I shall call that journey Drink, Pray, Drink. However, nobody is going to pay me to write about it (except whoever is advertising over there), and I can probably only leave the real world for about three days.

Where shall I go? Santa Fe? Rancho Pescadero? Napa?

And if there is no spiritual journey needed? That's okay too. Because that means all paths lead to the dessert franchise.

The Adomestic Antihoarder

While I have a fear of hoarding and it totally messes with my zen if you leave anything on my carefully and sparsely accessorized counters, cleaning? Meh.

So when we have people over, it's a project. We were having my clean friends and their families over on Sunday. These are my two friends who don't work and have cleaning ladies. Once I dropped a piece of food on my friend Catherine's floor and when I picked it up it didn't have any hair or lint or dust on it. It was confusing and amazing so I went ahead and ate it.

Before the dinner party on Sunday I deep cleaned. On my hands and knees. I cleaned under the fridge. I remembered to dust the places that tall people can see. I even nonchalantly forgot to put away the Clorox in the bathroom. The risk of one of their toddlers finding it and eating it was not as great as the reward of my friends knowing that I have cleaning products just like they do.

We were standing around in my sparkling kitchen drinking wine when my friend Catherine looks over at a drawer and absentmindedly takes her fingernail and starts scraping some kind of goo off of it. I forgot to wipe the drawers.

Also, I forgot to clean outside. (We haven't been out on the deck much. It's as hot as Texas here by the mountains this year. Mr. Gore may just be onto something.)

I forgot all about power hosing the deck. One of my friends actually elected to bathe her children before she put them in her car. I give up. If you come over, we'll just hose you off on the way out. But please note I have no clutter. No clutter people. I may be adomestic but I am the antihoarder.

A Fine Weekend Indeed

So . . . We're not even going to get into the string of events this weekend that resulted in (1) taking shots seeming like an excellent idea [classy too], and (2) my husband running into the yard naked to get me some mint. Have I ever mentioned that we live in the city?

Instead, I'm just going to share with you these images of how happy my house is right now. I asked my husband go to the Whole Foods to pick up some chicken and he came back with yellow are red gerbera daisies. He's a keeper.

Weekend Treat Nars Egea Eyeshadow Duo

Because there is, of course, the possibility that I will not get a second interview with Fabulous Law Firm, and because there is the possibility that I will decide to do the franchise rather than law anyway, I am still doing traffic counts for the franchise location.

Last night I just happened to be doing a traffic count next to Sephora. Because I had 30 minutes between traffic counts, I thought I would go in to just, you know, look.

I need new blush, and I need new lip stuff. So I came out with new eyeshadow. I have read in more than a few places that white/light eyeshadow helps you look more awake, and I need all the help I can get. Usually the lighter eyeshadows just get lost on me (because my skin is white/light).

Enter, Nars Egea eye duo. The picture does not do it justice; the colors are slightly darker and brighter. The green is perfect for the day, but also has a little rocker edge to it - and yet still appropriate for the office. The lilac gray is perfect for a light smokey night eye. (It goes on gray.)

$32 at Sephora. Picture sephora.com. (I am being evaluated to join the blogher network, so all my reviews have to be under $40, which is kind of a cool challenge actually.)

Oh, and it appears to have staying power. If you happen to, say, fall asleep wearing it (and I am not saying that you should) it's still there in the a.m.