Yay, Team: Cautionary Tale (EPILOGUE)

"Are they Crazy?! Doesn't everyone study the wisdom of John Wooden and the Lady before EVERY competition!?"

How delightful that the Lady can now consider herself required reading for any and all spirited College Football program heading into Bowl Season.

Ah, Temple. Grandstanding mere seconds into the second quarter granted you a few (admittedly) ludicrous plays resulting in a UCLA victory: 30-21.

Next time, listen to the Lady.

Merry Christmas from The Lady!

The Lady and Domestic Patriarch wish everyone a very Happy and Merry Christmas, whatever the case may be!

Celebrate like Lady Bowles - listen to the Queen drone on, then watch 12 hours of  "A Christmas Story".

Merry Christmas!

Friends I've Made

Ahem, someone tried to join me for a glass of wine last night. A new friend! 


As you can see, she's a shade shy but ready to party!

"I thought of you for a job at Waste Management"

This, I imagine, would be Paulie's reaction to my resume at Waste Management.

Occasionally the Lady receives a job suggestion from Domestic Patriarch at which she cannot help but marvel. This vacancy, was for an Administrative Assistant for our local Waste Management service - with notoriously curious, ahem, connections.

Although nothing will compare to that singular UCLA Job which required a candidate to be stoic in the face of apathy, aggression and verbal abuse this one had some bite to it as well:

"I wasn’t crazy about your choice of fonts"

Sniff Sniff  - And, And, I was all ready to celebrate Christmas and everything until I was told I'm a doer not an achiever

That, above, was the penultimate & unsolicited criticism from a charming gal at a particular job hunting website. She also encouraged more "negative space" on my resume, insisting it was too cluttered with words that I like to call "experience". Additional critiques specified that my highlights were superficial and my resume suggested I was more "pudding in a cup" than "Creme Brulee". How dare she attack the Lady's proud crown jewel of tresses!

Oh wait, career highlights. Pish Posh!

And to think, this Lady offered to solve this bland, blase and bourgeois single page document encapsulating my cultural worth for the low low price of $400!

I won't say a few valid points weren't worthy, but it sure was a nice way to cap off a Friday after 2 weeks that included taking Domestic Patriarch to the ER, attending my dying Industry's XMas Party, pulling my beloved right foot's tendon (I walk on it! - Like, Everyday!), Christmas Shopping and knowing that somewhere, this gentle-Lady, Gentle-Woman is not only much more employed than I but in addition will probably be pensioned. A perfumed note-card shall be delivered to Domestic Patriarch for finding that gem. 


Lo, the world is held together by tenuous strings, indeed.

Go Gata!

"Plover Lady" : Retreat to Cambria Edition

Domestic Patriarch and I settled in to a cool evening to watch "Grizzly Man", the story of a socially unbalanced man who spends 35 years living with Alaskan Grizzlies after he loses the bartender part from"Cheers" to Woody Harrelson. It was fascinating, and prompted the Lady ponder which pack of animals she might stalk while squatting on federally protected property. 

Well by George of course it's the Snowy Plover!


Job Searching is a bit like being a l'il plover.  Packs of them run towards the water only to run in the absolute opposite direction once the water is about to touch them. Then they do it again. And again. Good Luck finding anything more innocently hilarious in the Wild Kingdom!


I relate to this bird in more ways that one - endlessly searching the same job sites again and again and not quite knowing why, the near rote revision of my resume every 2 days, occasionally getting fed, being most physically active in the winter only to laze out past April, the skinny legs and the balloon like torso, the ability to book it down the beach when I put my mind to it and of course being generally the wee-est in relation to all around you.

So, there has got to be a method to the madness of the Plovers? Nature must have some Master Plan for these tiny things beyond eating sandcrabs or existing as the second funniest looking creature to run around the beach ( First being the Lady).  I'm not sure why I keep doing these things every morning, but something's telling me I should.  


Perhaps I too, should apply the "run and pause" technique while looking for (professional) nourishment. Today, I pause. But I can't help but feel I have much to learn from the plover, or at least the knowledge that even the plovers might do the dumb things they gotta do while not having any idea what's goin' on. And maybe that's okay too.


If I ever seriously lose it and eschew civilization all together you'll probably find me with a bottle of wine, a jar of nutella and Pugsley in a pup tent on the sand spit in Morro Bay as the Plover Council attempts to vote me off the Island. 

"I'm staying! You hear that, New York? THE FROG IS STAYING!"

Well it sure seems like December is meeting it's quota. As quickly as the Lady pulled herself up by her pointy toed high heels , it would seem another Patriarchal Recessional Rejection crossed her path.

The Lady previously reported that a sax solo and some fly girls would fit the bill, but a bit of doubt has crept into her heavily lacquered hair-do.

Instead, The Lady just might need a very specific  Muppet inspired montage, to close out the year: More frogs and dogs and bears and chickens and... and whatever! 

Take it from Pepe the King Prawn, Kermit and Gonzo - You can't take no for an answer!

Recession Inspiration - Swanky Modes Edition

Heed the words of Katie Scarlett and revel in her prolific hoop skirt: Tomorrow is another day!

The Lady admits she's been dour the past few days, and that's no proper way any Lady to behave as we delicately saunter into the most festive Holiday Season of the year and another chapter in the year of our Lord. This Lady has dusted herself off, applied the battle mascara and her optimism is heartily buoyed by the bounty from her BevMo $10 off coupon. T'is the season for Syrah. 


Here's a little musical inspiration for the last few weeks of 2009 recessional stamping : Let's Go!


The Lady simply needs some fly girls and a sax solo to tackle 2010!  Or a trip to Roscoe's. 


Any Ordinary Man would have given it by now - which is precisely why you need the Lady!

Friends I've Made

The Lady hath made another friend....Literally!

I proudly present a new blue pup for your kraft enjoyment:

He's a pretty sweet pup, about a foot and a half long. Ears are wonky but that's part of his charm.

Hope this doesn't make Pugsley jealous!

Recession Watch: "Why the Terrorists Hate us" Edition....

ENTHUSIASTIC BABY YOGA TEACHER WANTED.

The Lady has never been fiscally liquid enough to indulge in the benefits of yoga, let alone as an infant.  If only her yoga training was less caustic and martini based (with an emphasis on Soap Opera Network), this might have been an opportunity.

Only in Manhattan Beach.