tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-146340792024-02-07T01:57:28.607-08:00picture blissCDShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11257874444869790791noreply@blogger.comBlogger54125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14634079.post-14924401149130902102009-05-18T13:20:00.000-07:002009-05-18T13:21:46.027-07:00Lego ArchitectureSo call me what you will, but I am<br />VERY <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo_b_gMxbnYzDzAuoXaSn-ARDuyVMH_i6Cu6IJUk8yulTABudfIUk1_hLz8rt9ua2O3UKVWp6GpNGfN7DEAESeRVaBdpcoPSqiED4yjwBTJ3t71qInxSRduXw-ZgEIYg7-Sxq2/s1600-h/xpcvDhaTTnmqw9evPyZC8lZKo1_500.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337261614708695378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo_b_gMxbnYzDzAuoXaSn-ARDuyVMH_i6Cu6IJUk8yulTABudfIUk1_hLz8rt9ua2O3UKVWp6GpNGfN7DEAESeRVaBdpcoPSqiED4yjwBTJ3t71qInxSRduXw-ZgEIYg7-Sxq2/s320/xpcvDhaTTnmqw9evPyZC8lZKo1_500.jpg" border="0" /></a> excited about this!<br />Lego Architecture!CDShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11257874444869790791noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14634079.post-78913581743080121892009-04-17T12:31:00.000-07:002009-04-17T12:32:20.227-07:00St. Cecilia<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHIbdt4UcIVyZ2iTTh95dfhDJWI4iCSeTAoshtbHkQKIFcIfORZIGiqNvodw6lPH9wIXrVTt3bvV9-zjLjt7SIGb1MGqUk-FCHE8846vV8r6ss0U7NlF400rXEp_LclQ3vKRVC/s1600-h/St_Cecilia-Waterhouse.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325745330362501458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHIbdt4UcIVyZ2iTTh95dfhDJWI4iCSeTAoshtbHkQKIFcIfORZIGiqNvodw6lPH9wIXrVTt3bvV9-zjLjt7SIGb1MGqUk-FCHE8846vV8r6ss0U7NlF400rXEp_LclQ3vKRVC/s320/St_Cecilia-Waterhouse.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Doesn't she look heavenly sleeping...</div>CDShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11257874444869790791noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14634079.post-17000517068041237832009-04-15T11:32:00.000-07:002009-04-15T11:35:21.735-07:00Curl up and call it home<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKd9OEm5f3KoM72_Xas8PiZIsOI5fE3pG9iLR_colSxjV1niqbZi-kiyBTz7NVfO6lqdL_g0WteoSUgggH6_xJ8PPGZJsWnmj9KWi5dD1yei490ln2tm2OlR3weumRsb8nkiQg/s1600-h/3250133027_682f4a5017.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324988062675246546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKd9OEm5f3KoM72_Xas8PiZIsOI5fE3pG9iLR_colSxjV1niqbZi-kiyBTz7NVfO6lqdL_g0WteoSUgggH6_xJ8PPGZJsWnmj9KWi5dD1yei490ln2tm2OlR3weumRsb8nkiQg/s320/3250133027_682f4a5017.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>This space makes me want to curl up and call it home. The books with the art with the comfortable and inviting seating. This is just a wonderful and inspring space, you don't need a television here...juse good friends and maybe some vino. </div>CDShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11257874444869790791noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14634079.post-72138949785640440102009-04-14T08:49:00.000-07:002009-04-14T08:53:08.837-07:00glass cascade<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwh5SQ_p5tK2_ja5fq5hnDkd06xmcDEYOcQhOG_RaQv2tWqHIoN4AkL9z2Ri4C5SR-Ny6Md5nQ4A4uNdGh5g2b3LPuiZQ-aipV1ZdvonA1vz0sgzMH9qSZdPWN-47AUMpNbwDu/s1600-h/eco-glass-l.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324575538388911298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwh5SQ_p5tK2_ja5fq5hnDkd06xmcDEYOcQhOG_RaQv2tWqHIoN4AkL9z2Ri4C5SR-Ny6Md5nQ4A4uNdGh5g2b3LPuiZQ-aipV1ZdvonA1vz0sgzMH9qSZdPWN-47AUMpNbwDu/s320/eco-glass-l.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I really like the way the light plays on this glass. Makes me want to install something like this in my house under some great lighting. </div>CDShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11257874444869790791noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14634079.post-82551597819251573792009-01-12T19:39:00.000-08:002009-01-12T19:52:42.659-08:00Neti Pot up my nose...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRkkGN598jTlgNwwr4fJ5MCdMhFQ2ePc5aZDxWUk1Vj-2jRPI3PqeHRKGWzwnlm1AGxVdt1jf9rGM6aL8wRu6WNgMDftX42R8AF6T9rJBRSYoV8xhHHSW7I56ng4ZgFT8d3ww1/s1600-h/138.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290618022976961394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRkkGN598jTlgNwwr4fJ5MCdMhFQ2ePc5aZDxWUk1Vj-2jRPI3PqeHRKGWzwnlm1AGxVdt1jf9rGM6aL8wRu6WNgMDftX42R8AF6T9rJBRSYoV8xhHHSW7I56ng4ZgFT8d3ww1/s320/138.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I went to the doctor today and they gave me a flush...a nasal neti pot like flush...up one side and out the other...interesting. </div><div> </div><div>This is how it works...</div><div> </div><div>Lovely....</div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Anything to feel better I suppose. </div>CDShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11257874444869790791noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14634079.post-19802314337876318232009-01-09T11:30:00.000-08:002009-01-09T11:33:21.121-08:00Pillow Talk<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSuGZs9jxSROlhRndcup6xO6xh30t6RTLXWibG354JAPHyn0AduHhfCugP5JtrzIGRa-aieN-4ehcW44_nvWeWC8RwIGif_FvO3-usqDnZ1No9QTeZwIxU5EknPJr82GfxItDy/s1600-h/Pillow.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289378779265221026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSuGZs9jxSROlhRndcup6xO6xh30t6RTLXWibG354JAPHyn0AduHhfCugP5JtrzIGRa-aieN-4ehcW44_nvWeWC8RwIGif_FvO3-usqDnZ1No9QTeZwIxU5EknPJr82GfxItDy/s320/Pillow.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I've been in bed today...because I'm not feeling well. </div><div>I also happened to talk to my best friend for about 45 minutes. </div><div>Pillow Talk. </div><div> </div><div>I know I am going to feel better...but today I feel bad. Real bad. </div><div> </div><div>So I'm going to continue to lose myself in my pillows. </div>CDShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11257874444869790791noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14634079.post-37595452364691678382009-01-08T11:15:00.001-08:002009-01-08T11:18:32.809-08:00Gator Nation...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7Q-PBH4kJozzYuI27EQgNK37I6QdoUJzb_weK7r92GBIx6jG1heHOipZPU2xO8GHzsGVXXHzNxZed3P-SiSP6H_x2geiou89G6mY_A8Kej_-bbs0QvJwd9-TxzDV8cRPGrfgI/s1600-h/94071532lha8.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289003637290333186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7Q-PBH4kJozzYuI27EQgNK37I6QdoUJzb_weK7r92GBIx6jG1heHOipZPU2xO8GHzsGVXXHzNxZed3P-SiSP6H_x2geiou89G6mY_A8Kej_-bbs0QvJwd9-TxzDV8cRPGrfgI/s320/94071532lha8.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>In about 45 minutes I am leaving for Dolphin Stadium to cheer on the Florida Gators as they play OU for the National Championship. </div><div> </div><div>The first time I saw the Gators play was at Dolphin Stadium for the Orange Bowl game in December 2001. The last time I saw them play was AT the Orange Bowl against UM ...back when UM was good and UF was not...the Zook years as I recall...</div><div> </div><div>Anyhow, I'm uber excited and cannot wait to see Timmy throw some bombs to Harvin who will then score and score and score some more! </div><div> </div><div>GO GATORS!</div>CDShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11257874444869790791noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14634079.post-75043223602824717812009-01-07T08:39:00.001-08:002009-01-07T08:42:18.568-08:004 hours...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3Oyd_CsRyce6E7py9Q0V2vK5KWaJYDgA_G-vWt4shpZ2b2L2Jx8zUUSoGYHKlydtFCKW4DZwUBsQ6UgSA5M1Nz7AWYlmqbw3tgGWRfDPMcYyb6dnSI7BGsvMmuZgp0u4bpA-v/s1600-h/alarm-dark-cropped.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288592455369599602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3Oyd_CsRyce6E7py9Q0V2vK5KWaJYDgA_G-vWt4shpZ2b2L2Jx8zUUSoGYHKlydtFCKW4DZwUBsQ6UgSA5M1Nz7AWYlmqbw3tgGWRfDPMcYyb6dnSI7BGsvMmuZgp0u4bpA-v/s320/alarm-dark-cropped.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>So I basically am functioning on 4 hours of sleep. My cough kept me up most of the night...and I couldn't sleep. It was pretty much aweful. </div><div> </div><div>...have you ever gone to sleep and woken up in a few hours thinking it was already 8 hours later only to realize that it's been no more than 2 or 3 hours...that's what happened to me last night...</div><div> </div><div>head hit the pillow at 11:20pm...woke up at 1:30...then couldn't fall back asleep until about 3:00am...then woke up at 4:30...then woke up at 5:30...and finally the final waking up was at 6:45 when the alarm clock went off...</div><div> </div><div>So yeah like...4.5....5 hours...oh dear....</div>CDShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11257874444869790791noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14634079.post-40768511498370754532009-01-06T10:21:00.000-08:002009-01-07T08:48:04.618-08:00Los 3 Reyes Magos<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrQnIiPOHbSAjpiWf22onuEbDSJkgCMTVRzooWQVkjNEPlIVymk_1Db1ZTqp-fc0ScSWvLxZ_TvHjE9ZJ38Z09B2B5jTsV4mdRiBToimtPCdX_xWyxT-GOu5kxxlL93WfM-6hv/s1600-h/3kings.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288247710563996370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrQnIiPOHbSAjpiWf22onuEbDSJkgCMTVRzooWQVkjNEPlIVymk_1Db1ZTqp-fc0ScSWvLxZ_TvHjE9ZJ38Z09B2B5jTsV4mdRiBToimtPCdX_xWyxT-GOu5kxxlL93WfM-6hv/s320/3kings.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Feliz Dia de los Reyes Magos! </div><div></div><div>Everywhere in Latin America little children are getting more presents today...why? Because it's 3 Kings Day! It's the day that little Baby Jesus actually GOT HIS gifts...</div><div>Some kids don't even get gifts <em>until </em>today!</div><div>You may know this day as the 12th Day of Christmas...you knwo the day in the song that you get 12 Drummers Drumming. </div><div></div><div>So...here's a little shout out to the 3 Wise Men...and riddle me this Batman...why are they "wise" in english, but "magicians" in spanish? Hmmmm</div>CDShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11257874444869790791noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14634079.post-13368466380510601742009-01-06T07:50:00.000-08:002009-01-07T08:48:37.786-08:00Honey Bear...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7jBex1ynLJjr62-6zsxyVx9MC7pDKnJPp9vuDWIbn7599A76F5PHe5Ca7Jh080HdeZI1UYIRoPvGz4php88ypZjOcYN05lhFt4s3ZzWQo9DDdaMKPMdDMJ3eANcZTamUAwE-n/s1600-h/20101844_honeybear.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288208769446344018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7jBex1ynLJjr62-6zsxyVx9MC7pDKnJPp9vuDWIbn7599A76F5PHe5Ca7Jh080HdeZI1UYIRoPvGz4php88ypZjOcYN05lhFt4s3ZzWQo9DDdaMKPMdDMJ3eANcZTamUAwE-n/s320/20101844_honeybear.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I've litreally been sick off and on for about a month now...maybe even a little longer. It sucks. It totally sucks. </div><div>Every day I drink tons of hot tea with lemon and a dose of honey out of my little honey bear. </div><div>My poor sweet honey bear...he's been used and abused and is nearly empty now. </div><div>Yet, there he is staring at me from his little spot on my desk just to the left of my monitor, smiling and reminding me that I will get better...that this cough will go away...and soon...one day...I'll wake up and not have flem exhume out of the depths of my lungs. Trech. </div>CDShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11257874444869790791noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14634079.post-30184962924112290932008-12-23T07:16:00.000-08:002009-01-07T08:48:55.595-08:00801In January of 1997 I got my first pair of New Balance. It was a pair of the<br />801 trail runner. Comfortable and popular, I adored these shoes.<br />I wore them A LOT...my poor 801's got worn down to the core and<br />were<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheDnQB2zP0Z07QaJ4bMMXazY5KaqR80gH7kuPMbgubjUN71Ub-l87XL0DeCn6Qavl6OsyyQa-YfVdQI4PqV5lKzgwb0wpzykxQzs4vehap-6kmJNDDbwKrQCvn_FA0OB71gplT/s1600-h/M801AT_lg.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283004778971512802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheDnQB2zP0Z07QaJ4bMMXazY5KaqR80gH7kuPMbgubjUN71Ub-l87XL0DeCn6Qavl6OsyyQa-YfVdQI4PqV5lKzgwb0wpzykxQzs4vehap-6kmJNDDbwKrQCvn_FA0OB71gplT/s320/M801AT_lg.jpg" border="0" /></a> eventually replaced...<br />To this day I run in New Balance shoes...and today for the first time in a month I ran 2 miles. I'm tired...but I feel great.<br /><br />So here's a tip of the hat to my first pair of New Balance, I hope shoe heaven is treating you well.CDShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11257874444869790791noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14634079.post-23016288521212506042008-12-18T09:15:00.000-08:002008-12-18T09:20:14.589-08:00Books...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7eH6xk5fzAjrXkwtle1BTG3pb0t7Nhewit_MJacex44turIoFpljM2DGR4CKSX9P4r-l2X7C7TR3N8h_oUy7MT0MYksDMRM6OuBaHZlneunyOfiYZmGIIdctAfzqLJMx0gxm8/s1600-h/books.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281180322989280034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7eH6xk5fzAjrXkwtle1BTG3pb0t7Nhewit_MJacex44turIoFpljM2DGR4CKSX9P4r-l2X7C7TR3N8h_oUy7MT0MYksDMRM6OuBaHZlneunyOfiYZmGIIdctAfzqLJMx0gxm8/s320/books.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I saw this image and it made me smile. I currently have a stack of 15 books at my desk at work. I bought them all at the Miami Dade County Public Library's Annual Book Sale...they cost a grand total of $6! My books range in titles from old favorites like "The Prophet" to new friends yet to be discovered such as, "Life of Pi" and "Wicked"...at home I have another stack of about 20 from last year...</div><div>I love books...and I am making an early New Year's resolution to read every night like I use to. Just a chapter or two a night...some quiet time with friends. </div><div>Books...</div><div>Really can't live without them...and wouldn't want to try to. </div>CDShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11257874444869790791noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14634079.post-18714229387963442602008-12-15T18:37:00.000-08:002008-12-15T18:40:52.416-08:00Wait a Minute Mr. Postman<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimb7rPKM7N-G0jIYMoQqp3UBDvDt1jxQ6GEh_1gJ1yom6EGQhaevbUv7FQfcoqT3y0OSBen9H6HbrO6n1n9VSUtZbbD6ejdzPP7UiyXwtdQn60FxhhrBA2D5gg3Xx19c8hJ8y9/s1600-h/pKSLCI1-5246761reg.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280211529697838978" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimb7rPKM7N-G0jIYMoQqp3UBDvDt1jxQ6GEh_1gJ1yom6EGQhaevbUv7FQfcoqT3y0OSBen9H6HbrO6n1n9VSUtZbbD6ejdzPP7UiyXwtdQn60FxhhrBA2D5gg3Xx19c8hJ8y9/s320/pKSLCI1-5246761reg.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Wait, oh wait, wait a minute Mr. Postman...waiiiiiiit Mr. Postman!</div><div>I love interesting design, and I thought this bag by Kate Spade is genius! Isn't it lovely?!</div><div>It's like my pen that looks like a pencil...and the one I have that looks like a red crayon...genius! </div><div>To me, life is about surrounding yourself with interesting objects that speak to you. </div><div>So kudos Mrs. Spade...I now covet this bag of yours...</div>CDShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11257874444869790791noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14634079.post-51464147726310556072008-12-01T19:01:00.000-08:002008-12-01T19:05:53.143-08:00Cocktail Rings<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNRNy5bDALwn7Fwi8KEd0tLuzltkMKG2ORkXtuCHYe0WW2oM3J93hjYhYfQUKXMnSufkpxU1ba_csbBLtdBKcbT4safRbzyXj0AWB47TobbsYiCiiHsD-TGVQqVCS569dbPsuF/s1600-h/tiffany-co-rings.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275022550018697362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 193px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNRNy5bDALwn7Fwi8KEd0tLuzltkMKG2ORkXtuCHYe0WW2oM3J93hjYhYfQUKXMnSufkpxU1ba_csbBLtdBKcbT4safRbzyXj0AWB47TobbsYiCiiHsD-TGVQqVCS569dbPsuF/s320/tiffany-co-rings.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I feel like this week is going to be the week of the cocktail rings. </div><div>Why? </div><div>Well they are pretty, they make a statement...and there are a lot of fun events I am going to with Art Basel and I think I am going to take my collection of cocktail rings for a walk through the art world. </div><div> </div><div>So why are they called cocktail rings? I have two theories...</div><div> </div><div>1. you wear them to cocktail parties</div><div>2. when you wear them and drink a cocktail, you show them off...</div><div> </div><div>it's more than likely a combination of the two...</div><div> </div><div>So here's to the week of the cocktail ring...I'll be wearin' 'em...what fun!</div><div> </div>CDShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11257874444869790791noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14634079.post-9164473319531049132008-11-21T10:30:00.000-08:002008-11-21T10:33:55.263-08:00for love of the station wagon...So most people say, "One day I'm going to get that Porshe" ...but I'm not one of those people. My past two cars have been station wagons...and I love them. I adore the station wagon. It's roomy...but small all at the same time. They are efficient and effective...really they are wonderful all in all.<br />So my dream car is a Volvo station wagon. That's all I want. ...I'd like it in blue or green...and in it I will lug around all the important things in life...family, friends, dogs and groceries.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeejgM7S2eL9p1okDeYD6cw-fqas1zIioSfAMYUVtteg_KISmTiu0C59bxtwp5UekF9OruOpE8M7utnm_rp8Crncx0uACkHdFALZD93Y9MJIKTWTrq7mh6GL01OHvOf2xtKplP/s1600-h/large_wasser%2520volvo%25200707.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271180195758093250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeejgM7S2eL9p1okDeYD6cw-fqas1zIioSfAMYUVtteg_KISmTiu0C59bxtwp5UekF9OruOpE8M7utnm_rp8Crncx0uACkHdFALZD93Y9MJIKTWTrq7mh6GL01OHvOf2xtKplP/s320/large_wasser%2520volvo%25200707.jpg" border="0" /></a>CDShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11257874444869790791noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14634079.post-82453527889022837152008-10-28T07:06:00.000-07:002008-10-28T07:11:07.538-07:00A cold day at the beach...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJALr5XQ7y0P7KlxD1BZUUKVGmjajYeAcXd6kjKA2dyIIFPi5i8nIXW3AIeGVdSRRgGTXE2tudZxyecUN1mv3Tr9m9HHAm84IuY7rKgiUG93T9OSUW7msbPsMkXpUA1ngzjSih/s1600-h/coldbeach.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262206117115402930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJALr5XQ7y0P7KlxD1BZUUKVGmjajYeAcXd6kjKA2dyIIFPi5i8nIXW3AIeGVdSRRgGTXE2tudZxyecUN1mv3Tr9m9HHAm84IuY7rKgiUG93T9OSUW7msbPsMkXpUA1ngzjSih/s320/coldbeach.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div>This morning it was 57 degrees outside. Now...I know that to my friends to the north, 57 is a nice spring day...but to those of us in Miami, 57 is cold. </div><div> </div><div>Now don't get me wrong. I am NOT one of those woosey Miami residents who can't stand cold weather...I LOVE IT! I love "natural" A/C! I smile all day when I know it's cool out...I feel better, I want to be outside enjoying it, I love to feel the wind snap at my face. </div><div> </div><div>I also love the things that come with a cold snap...hot cocoa, sweaters and scarves...and your occassional fire in the fireplace. Fantastic! </div><div> </div><div>So cheers to the next 2 days which will bring us a nice cool change. I wish it would stay like this...but alas we live in the sunshine state. </div><div> </div><div>...beggars can't be choosers. </div>CDShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11257874444869790791noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14634079.post-54299841316503629782008-09-25T19:07:00.000-07:002008-09-25T19:09:26.302-07:00You, Me and Barcelona Baby!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_JitnENwkgLcqWP2KBisF-bdl3ksqvaAiPjPU7IGQPT7ghI14OKDt3xXA4NpY6_j8wdEwUeI6Z7XhbIl5CBgDJL5MT6xHQJdaqKwlk4EcL5aPUQaFhXqzsZs3ua1wXeXwcQFV/s1600-h/Barcelona%2520chair%2520in%2520room.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250145969769729602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_JitnENwkgLcqWP2KBisF-bdl3ksqvaAiPjPU7IGQPT7ghI14OKDt3xXA4NpY6_j8wdEwUeI6Z7XhbIl5CBgDJL5MT6xHQJdaqKwlk4EcL5aPUQaFhXqzsZs3ua1wXeXwcQFV/s320/Barcelona%2520chair%2520in%2520room.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Gorgeous isn't it? Don't you just want to sit in it and pet it? </div><div> </div><div>...I do. I love the Barcelona chair. The thought of it makes me happy. </div><div> </div><div>Here it is side by side with the ottomans over there...</div><div> </div><div>...just take it in...lovely!</div>CDShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11257874444869790791noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14634079.post-24363753167740618592008-09-24T10:30:00.000-07:002008-09-24T10:31:43.183-07:00Horizon<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRV8Wcp31fKC4qpOWLOLt182HCRiExc2OV1DolbHIyUtA3dR_qhE7B5NvDc2sOSyuhzCCd59WI6ii4E0RlARLnV51lvN5WVVhsn_DDv-MR47fMilFfOh_FBn_Wj6f58d6QVjRD/s1600-h/ObamaLogo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249641667652035010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRV8Wcp31fKC4qpOWLOLt182HCRiExc2OV1DolbHIyUtA3dR_qhE7B5NvDc2sOSyuhzCCd59WI6ii4E0RlARLnV51lvN5WVVhsn_DDv-MR47fMilFfOh_FBn_Wj6f58d6QVjRD/s320/ObamaLogo.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I see it as the sun rising...hope...a new start. </div><div> </div><div>I am loving this image at right now. </div><div> </div><div>I hope you love it!</div><div> </div><div>Don't foget to vote for a Change We Can Believe In! </div>CDShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11257874444869790791noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14634079.post-83571472880268892772008-09-03T13:34:00.000-07:002008-09-03T13:39:50.801-07:00La playa<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIUI8pHYOSRR0VMTUFSnrkeDasIf5MJ1e_3UDsvWfQHzWUmiW-gOvGyOCUBTPwNWGxdvl8-Rw3y1xACUTLHbIikWeqtXpq3x3tVVd7goKdoTW8Vx0Fq0g2WvN5H4Tx7qXk6PHP/s1600-h/beach-photo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241896404506510994" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIUI8pHYOSRR0VMTUFSnrkeDasIf5MJ1e_3UDsvWfQHzWUmiW-gOvGyOCUBTPwNWGxdvl8-Rw3y1xACUTLHbIikWeqtXpq3x3tVVd7goKdoTW8Vx0Fq0g2WvN5H4Tx7qXk6PHP/s320/beach-photo.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>How I love the beach. How I love to walk up it and feel the sand underneath my feet, between my toes...and eventually everywhere. How I love to feel the sun on my skin and a breeze on my face. How I love to jump in the water and look back onto the sand...then look out onto the horizon...</div><div>How I love to get out of the water and eventually feel the salt on my skin...</div><div>...and then...when you leave, you smell like sunblock and salt...and if you wanted to, the sun has kissed your body and you glow. </div>CDShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11257874444869790791noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14634079.post-55412479693437422542008-08-09T07:16:00.000-07:002008-08-09T07:20:33.005-07:00Olympaholic<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiQgRyTnQv41NV5AugJEa8kbK7vDOxqm_aa8o6nlbU-54vOI7z3asVdMEhgWuOgoegpOOAlEKuYyc62KZ5L799vvHXCaDxBnkG5oK-ruUI4AF65bJhh5gUShH1k2YRYlM2oVox/s1600-h/BeijingOlympics.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232521788435114610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiQgRyTnQv41NV5AugJEa8kbK7vDOxqm_aa8o6nlbU-54vOI7z3asVdMEhgWuOgoegpOOAlEKuYyc62KZ5L799vvHXCaDxBnkG5oK-ruUI4AF65bJhh5gUShH1k2YRYlM2oVox/s320/BeijingOlympics.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>So every 4 years I turn into an Olympaholic...technically every 2 (since they split up summer and winter game years)...</div><div>so for the next two weeks, I will be watching the Olympics non-stop. I don't really care what the sport is, I'll be watching. </div><div>I do have my favorites...rowing, swimming, diving, soccer, gymnastics....then random fun ones like badminton, beach volleyball, equestrian sports...track and field is cool...who are we kidding I enjoy watching it all! </div><div>so...kudos to all sports, from the ones shown in primetime...to the ones shown at 1:00am! </div>CDShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11257874444869790791noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14634079.post-82408473223008031792008-08-03T10:17:00.000-07:002008-08-03T10:31:21.577-07:00Chandeliers in Unexpected Places<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW3F50HczsCQlQ_Lb7qMBERHG7dNKgfVLLA9z4wsjljitL4AjDD3uYKd49BhD3xMjZp8zzoxqWzOtVJE2cy0LRMcW14WWFd0tG6A5bZodR9pz0dpHB9L0tk9GwZ3gEQGp2URoX/s1600-h/669199629403_0_ALB.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230344019768748434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW3F50HczsCQlQ_Lb7qMBERHG7dNKgfVLLA9z4wsjljitL4AjDD3uYKd49BhD3xMjZp8zzoxqWzOtVJE2cy0LRMcW14WWFd0tG6A5bZodR9pz0dpHB9L0tk9GwZ3gEQGp2URoX/s320/669199629403_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwD7YbCckVgRCx_ZIgcqSdIumyTwfK03AACuDJB6BWBi5fxB9GpX5V90le5Hn0CrPw55YqNJoKl6u_-acLBsNRGqk7PRSbJjHSZEHNpXM0DK08nO3LKpSpkc0HFGl1Tfj1QmUJ/s1600-h/987405913603_0_ALB.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230342518338689730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwD7YbCckVgRCx_ZIgcqSdIumyTwfK03AACuDJB6BWBi5fxB9GpX5V90le5Hn0CrPw55YqNJoKl6u_-acLBsNRGqk7PRSbJjHSZEHNpXM0DK08nO3LKpSpkc0HFGl1Tfj1QmUJ/s320/987405913603_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi329cx-2NZZWrkUJUA0B0rHz4BpMhQZza9xUCGH7qweGVIRIRWCXBUPG-XUVY05YItPzYFMFbzEbVUIcb_kXLWeon59md5KGOPUFqJnqw7WLH_W0YhuJKsXpEmKFVRjBVmW4p3/s1600-h/279205913603_0_ALB.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230341817277637602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi329cx-2NZZWrkUJUA0B0rHz4BpMhQZza9xUCGH7qweGVIRIRWCXBUPG-XUVY05YItPzYFMFbzEbVUIcb_kXLWeon59md5KGOPUFqJnqw7WLH_W0YhuJKsXpEmKFVRjBVmW4p3/s320/279205913603_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" /></a> I love the look of chandeliers in unexpected places. I love how they make any space luxurious, fabulous and to die for...</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>These are some of my favorite unexpected places...</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>One of my best friend's lived in NYC until fairly recently. Her apartment was everything I would want and more. A small stylish flat with a view of the Chrysler Building. In her <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Missoni</span> filled room was a chandelier. It just gave that room the most warm and welcoming glow. Above there is a picture of the space. </div><div> </div><div>Another great unexpected place is a small brewery/restaurant in Coral Gables called, Titanic. In the main dining room a navy blue ceiling is the backdrop for a lovely chandelier. </div><div> </div><div>And finally my most recent addition came as early as this past Friday, at a place called, Bin No. 18. There are several chandeliers in the small galley restaurant lounge. They give this charming space a lovely glow. The two other pictures are of chandeliers at Bin No. 18. </div><div> </div><div>...one day I'd like to have a chandelier in my closet...see then it wouldn't be a closet, it's be a dressing room. Fantastic!<br /><br /></div><br /><div></div></div>CDShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11257874444869790791noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14634079.post-47545724356504232802008-08-01T11:03:00.000-07:002008-08-01T11:12:47.833-07:00Oh Soy Steamer...Why do I love you so?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBevnetkYoRXn5p6flGI-k-lbC-ZzrnfioBCdYaQSUrNY2wCdan2ddQWXcUDR8TLcWgHtE0xRSA0KtlG6h0ULUzTQLGlBXNNDSs82dou6evgeaBQJerrxgysSnArQMi0vtomNk/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229611728729061634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBevnetkYoRXn5p6flGI-k-lbC-ZzrnfioBCdYaQSUrNY2wCdan2ddQWXcUDR8TLcWgHtE0xRSA0KtlG6h0ULUzTQLGlBXNNDSs82dou6evgeaBQJerrxgysSnArQMi0vtomNk/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div>An ode to soy:</div><div> </div><div>Although I know</div><div>you don't have teets</div><div>your milk is warm and sweet</div><div>and with a shot of hazelnut</div><div>you always hit the spot</div><div>I love you soy steamer</div><div>you've made me a believer</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div>CDShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11257874444869790791noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14634079.post-22604515785932306562008-07-02T16:53:00.000-07:002008-07-02T16:55:31.950-07:00Summer Rain<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5yG_qMLOFJ4Hd0qmsEGuzgNZ0NrSk5cBKcMCos1HGQPUP37G-1DpuSvHoUGaub9fMSnfHfWN_eCeeTHp34lqEmRTFyEJiSL13ylydFXCclVSLVzmDWohg01wJqDZSMeAi-7ia/s1600-h/222365_summer_rain.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218569253689937714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5yG_qMLOFJ4Hd0qmsEGuzgNZ0NrSk5cBKcMCos1HGQPUP37G-1DpuSvHoUGaub9fMSnfHfWN_eCeeTHp34lqEmRTFyEJiSL13ylydFXCclVSLVzmDWohg01wJqDZSMeAi-7ia/s320/222365_summer_rain.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>The summer rains have started to fall. The days are predictable, hot and steamy in the morning with dark clouds starting to roll in after noon...then at around 2:00pm the skies open and close...and open and close...and open and close. </div><div> </div><div>I love the summer rain. </div>CDShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11257874444869790791noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14634079.post-53018111077980053442008-05-16T16:19:00.002-07:002008-05-16T16:35:14.310-07:00Naufragada<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrEVX1a6AugoOOtEXTvxBfmOX_9IUJnB2GOk0_n2GohouZCuRumvsYI8iStlV7Nd0ZIWc9EWE8mHKLr4ix-KPKb8Qrzni_a-RIiGZSuOlogtOwSIAdakhjRWZ-03MiwIEyyvub/s1600-h/west5.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201119525408997522" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrEVX1a6AugoOOtEXTvxBfmOX_9IUJnB2GOk0_n2GohouZCuRumvsYI8iStlV7Nd0ZIWc9EWE8mHKLr4ix-KPKb8Qrzni_a-RIiGZSuOlogtOwSIAdakhjRWZ-03MiwIEyyvub/s320/west5.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>A few years ago, I wasn't happy with my job. I felt like I could be doing so much more...that I could be creative in my work. I wasn't being given that opportunity and I started thinking about all the things I had ever considered doing "when I grew up"...so I started looking at graduate programs. Programs in Architectural History, Art History, Museum Studies, Architecture, Education, Museum Education, Art Education...etc etc etc. </div><div></div><div>I finally narrowed it down to a few choices, University of Virginia or SCAD for Architectural History...Bank Street College of Education for Museum Education ...or Taliesin / Taliesin West for Architecture. </div><div></div><div>Last month I was in Scottsdale, AZ visiting with friends. On our last full day in Scottsdale and with half of our group gone...the remaining 3 went to Taliesin West. It was magnificent to get a glimpse into what might have been. </div><div></div><div>Our guide, a former "apprentice" at Taliesin told us about how first year students live in the desert in a tent. He showed us a picture similar to this one and pointed to these small white tents in the desert. A small slab of concrete...and some wood poles and canvas. He told us how on your first night you start to think like an architect because you immediately tried to figure out ways to make your living space more comfortable. The next day new students start working on improvements to their homes in the desert. </div><div></div><div>So I thought about it. Mine would have turned my tent into a sailboat. I would have painted the canvas like the sails of a boat, and made the interior feel like we were on a boat near a beach. I appropriately would have called my home, "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Naufragada</span>"...after all what else would you call a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Latin</span> beach girl living in the middle of the desert?</div><div></div><div>...here's to you "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Naufragada</span>"...my little home in the desert that never was. </div>CDShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11257874444869790791noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14634079.post-31930980037917838672008-05-16T15:59:00.000-07:002008-05-16T16:05:24.458-07:00RIP Bobby 1925-2008<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9vQK7zellgQyGXq6MsXPSW5ZrYheQ6vo0LeKGYNhtRYuDdEDDj6gN4oEu5Arjj9Dr-C3lb5tBOBXUDr2LERlbPB2OIBXazj6ObOxyNJw17oRP-lnu6ia-sZshWsvkAsGva-_L/s1600-h/robert_rauschenberg_combines.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201114191059615858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9vQK7zellgQyGXq6MsXPSW5ZrYheQ6vo0LeKGYNhtRYuDdEDDj6gN4oEu5Arjj9Dr-C3lb5tBOBXUDr2LERlbPB2OIBXazj6ObOxyNJw17oRP-lnu6ia-sZshWsvkAsGva-_L/s320/robert_rauschenberg_combines.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Oh Robert...Bobby Bobby Bobby...how do I love thee, let me count the ways. </div><div>I loved you for "monogram" and the way you made that animal look at me with a tire around it's body. </div><div>I loved you for creepy birds who stare at me...I loved you for beds and silk screens of JFK....I loved you for shinny things, torn things and splattered things. </div><div></div><div>I am so happy I had you in my life. The way you greeted me through a slide projector in a dark room. The way you smiled when I walked into your gallery. Not too many have made me feel so special. </div><div></div><div>You'll be missed my darling Bobby. </div><div></div><div></div>CDShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11257874444869790791noreply@blogger.com0