Every night before bed I have to have lotion on my feet. It doesn't have to be spread thickly and I don't have to wear those special aloe-infused socks or anything, but I have to have my feet moisturized. I can't sleep with dry feet because I feel like the callused skin (oh come on, you know you have it too) gets snagged on my bedding. And then ( Read more... )

How many girls do you know keep their own wine stash in their bedrooms, along with a set of wine glasses...and every night, the same said girl pours herself a nice happy glass...and curls up with a book and, occasionally, a candle ( Read more... )

My mother likes to give gifts of wine. She says it's pretty economical and shows some kind of "taste" -- and by "taste", she's not talking about the fine points of wine. More on that later ( Read more... )

I like it when my sweet dog Sophie takes her toys, plays with them, and leaves them in random spots in my bedroom. Tonight her red squeaky bone was tucked just under the duvet at the foot of my bed. It was cute and I gave her a kiss for doing so. She probably thinks her mommy is nuts ( Read more... )

I went to my friend Yea-Vonne's tonight for a vertical wine tasting. Her boyfriend, PJ, made me a pork chop and filet mignon for the beef eaters in the crowd (there were 14 of us).

Tonight's wines included 1998, 1999, and 2000 Cabernet Sauvignons from Concannon Vineyard. I liked (and I think everyone else, as well) the 1998 the best. It had ( Read more... )

This weekend, I have done the following FUN items:

On Friday after work...I went shopping with Gerald and Chi at Irvine Spectrum, then ended up having a late dinner at California Pizza Kitchen, where I proceeded to finish THREE sugar-free peach iced teas, two before our meals arrived. I bought a new hat from the Oakley store. You can unbutton ( Read more... )

Tomorrow, I have the following schedule ( Read more... )

After work at the spa on Saturday evening, I went to dinner with my friend
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This is an entry about wine, and the wine accessories that I like. Sure, it can get expensive, and it's not as down-to-earth as, say, beer, and perhaps it may sound pretentious, but there comes a time in every girl's life where she learns to appreciate a good fine wine. Maybe that makes me old, but I don't care -- I love wine ( Read more... )