tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-828105222799659802012-02-17T03:20:20.008-08:00The Life of PeanutPeanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10667313802073956258noreply@blogger.comBlogger881100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82810522279965980.post-83489897703805260912012-02-14T22:15:00.001-08:002012-02-14T22:15:19.973-08:00This explains everything...Venuse in House IX
Venus expresses her characteristics through the 9th House values. Love is not a deadlock, but a path which always promises new emotions and affective discoveries. It is probable that you tend to idealise your couple's relationship. Feelings enable you to go beyond your own self. With love, you excel yourself, you escape from reality, and you travel. Your philosophy is based onPeanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10667313802073956258noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82810522279965980.post-66937076588708862882012-02-14T09:47:00.000-08:002012-02-14T09:47:07.773-08:00
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Peanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10667313802073956258noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82810522279965980.post-31932474245142140882012-02-10T17:42:00.001-08:002012-02-10T17:42:38.141-08:00I am so happy this week is overСтолько всего -- уже не выдерживала напряжения. Готова просто быть.
Всем отличных выходных! Peanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10667313802073956258noreply@blogger.com5Chevy Chase Glendale34.168665 -118.202806tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82810522279965980.post-43827960735375448562012-02-05T23:10:00.000-08:002012-02-05T23:31:46.975-08:00Как в кино
Проснулась она в реальность, где ее трясли за плечи могучие красавцы парамедики. Они же и вынесли ее из дома в машину скорой помощи. А потом сдали в больницу, где менее привлекательный медперсонал заставлял ее есть пасту из активированного угля.
Конечно, на тот момент ей стало отчетливо ясно, что заводить беседы на тему экзистенциальной боли с кем бы то ни было стало опасным, и она тут же Peanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10667313802073956258noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82810522279965980.post-81833472685338604882012-02-01T23:51:00.001-08:002012-02-01T23:51:15.636-08:00Про больноеУ меня есть очень уязвимое место - сильная потребность в ребенке, инстинкт "включился" лет в 28, и до сих пор давит на меня всей своею мощью.
Первый муж детей не хотел принципиально, что стало одной из причин для развода.
Том честно мне сказал, что решится на серьезные со мной отношения (дело было в самом начале нашего романса), только если будет точно знать, что он хочет иметь детей. По Peanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10667313802073956258noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82810522279965980.post-4029328554719253412012-01-31T23:04:00.001-08:002012-01-31T23:04:26.402-08:00The most refined, the most exquisite pain -
To long for someone, dream of them in vain.
Oh, wistful angst to reach and feel the flesh,
The memories of past still strong and fresh.
Inevitably, I, no longer hurt,
Enjoy the suffering, and with the pain I flirt.
Immobilized, consumed by constant strive,
My day is dim, at night I come alive.
(c) Adele de LellisPeanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10667313802073956258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82810522279965980.post-19214774842203914912012-01-30T21:48:00.000-08:002012-01-30T21:48:21.855-08:00Про сублимациюВ последнее время у меня состояние, которое можно описать английским словом "angst". Во-первых, я читаю три книги одновременно. Первая -- Sex at Dawn (авторы Christopher Ryan, Ph.D. & Cacilda Jetha, M.D.). Это именно та книга, в которой обсуждается человечская сексуальность. Вторая -- Your Inner Fish (автор Neil Shubin). Эта книга об эволюции. И На закуску, чтобы отвлечься, дочитываю The Girl Peanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10667313802073956258noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82810522279965980.post-16347470190643847622012-01-30T10:00:00.000-08:002012-01-30T10:00:20.313-08:00
Cold to the touch and awkwardly aloof
My unborn dream, the only fading proof
Of our fiery, momentous dance,
Of roaring forces set ablaze by chance.
We never have, we never will, are not -
This cruel knowledge has me in a knot,
My heart, between the dream and real world,
Unwilling to let go of what’s not told.
My dream once breathed, and I once loved and lived
The world was generous, andPeanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10667313802073956258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82810522279965980.post-58934995241099438192012-01-29T20:21:00.000-08:002012-01-29T20:21:14.229-08:00I know how everything will end -
The weight of love will make you bend.
You'll choose the safety of the known
Abandoning what we have grown.
With thoughts of happiness aside,
You'll live your life with stoic pride.
On days like this when sun is bright
The distant memories of flight
Will make you long for someone's hands
Evoking places, dreams, events.
And I will go my lonely way.
For solemn Peanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10667313802073956258noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82810522279965980.post-24486238970562522922012-01-28T13:31:00.001-08:002012-01-28T13:31:42.247-08:00В нашем парке появилось вот что:
Peanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10667313802073956258noreply@blogger.com0Chevy Chase Glendale34.16744 -118.203188tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82810522279965980.post-441340226796683942012-01-28T13:08:00.000-08:002012-01-28T13:08:15.887-08:00How undeniable - it's love
I seek and loose, and hold, and fumble.
Below, around and above
I find my love and then I stumble.
I fall in love, I fall for life,
In peace with quiet resignation -
I'll never be a model wife
Rejecting passion and temptation.
I feel my heartbeat and my pace
Increasing with the new affection.
The consequences I will face,
And I embrace my imperfection.
(c) Adele dePeanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10667313802073956258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82810522279965980.post-69843627417134155292012-01-24T22:09:00.000-08:002012-01-24T22:09:54.622-08:00Меня понесло... Крепитесь, друзья...One day I will invent a lovely face
And fill it with familiar emotions.
I'll color it will passion, strength, and grace,
With wit and wisdom, deep as sky and ocean.
I'll cover it with lace of years passed
Then add a touch of tenderness and courage.
I will erase the shadows losses cast,
Enhance experience, and never-ending knowledge.
I'll step aside for him to breathe, and feel, and see,
And live Peanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10667313802073956258noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82810522279965980.post-46216571195178483352012-01-23T23:44:00.001-08:002012-01-23T23:50:03.041-08:00
I am a fleeting touch and awkward smile
I don't belong and I am not an owner
My wishes have been granted for a while
But now I risk my freedom and my honor
I pride myself of being on the run
Of never getting chained to an ideal
My soul is of a gypsy not a nun
My dreams are wild, my world is never real
I like to think that I will find my way
To walk away from this infatuation
To prove me Peanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10667313802073956258noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82810522279965980.post-8053257727916032432012-01-22T15:26:00.001-08:002012-01-22T15:26:58.385-08:00Кактусы и олениPeanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10667313802073956258noreply@blogger.com5Chevy Chase Glendale34.171195 -118.193288tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82810522279965980.post-73205481659119806462012-01-21T14:42:00.001-08:002012-01-21T14:42:38.168-08:00Отголоски праздникаPeanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10667313802073956258noreply@blogger.com3Chevy Chase Glendale34.169346 -118.194176tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82810522279965980.post-83795340243165612052012-01-18T22:13:00.000-08:002012-01-22T16:57:05.292-08:00ПродолжениеТак вот... В результате прогресса и драматического улучшения качества жизни в развитых странах, и как следствие -- движения за права женщин, мужчинам пришлось пойти на компромисс. Если еще в 60-х годах американское общество считало нормой мужскую неверность и женскую моногамность, то сейчас такой статус-кво неприемлем.
Но дело-то не в статусе-кво, не в неверности, и даже не в равноправии. Дело Peanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10667313802073956258noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82810522279965980.post-67632290502731453822012-01-16T00:39:00.000-08:002012-01-22T16:57:39.208-08:00У нас вдруг пошел дождь, а я думаю о том, о чем говорить не принято.
Еще со времен моей работы на телефоне доверия у меня обострены ощущения гендерного неравенства. Меня парализует шизофреничность современной культуры, которая вроде бы как патриархальна, но при этом женщины наделены пассивно-агрессивной силой контроля секса, за что регулярно и систематически преэмптивно наказываемы мужчинами.Peanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10667313802073956258noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82810522279965980.post-62117541092088687382012-01-14T16:25:00.001-08:002012-01-14T16:25:04.464-08:00Маленькие радостиОдна из приятностей жизни - еженедельные походы в салон маникюра и педикюра. В Америке их так много, что выбрать на свой вкус и кошелек проблем нет. Они, правда, обычно смешно называются. Наверное, потому что владеют ими в основном азиаты. Например, салон, в который хожу я, называется Le Venus Spa. Ну правда ведь смешно! Я им, конечно, все прощаю за то, что могу провести час в удобном кресле с Peanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10667313802073956258noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82810522279965980.post-84313126527602890752012-01-11T23:24:00.000-08:002012-01-11T23:25:07.608-08:00У меня много отвратительных качеств -- я ворчлива, критична, ленива, эгоистична, в общем, не хватит места перечислить все мои недостатки. Но самое ужасное -- я все время влюбляюсь. И не дискриминирую никого и ничто в своем внимании. Это может быть человек, а может быть идея. Я влюбляюсь в песню, а потом - в фильм. Было дело, страдала рекламой (я немного стыжусь этих отношений).
Сейчас у меня Peanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10667313802073956258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82810522279965980.post-6030900497029386272012-01-10T23:21:00.000-08:002012-01-11T00:51:54.630-08:00Сегодняшнее настроениеИз бесконечности влюбленностей и снов
Нечастое рождается прозренье --
От обещаний, взглядов, прикасаний, слов
Навек останется лишь дар творенья
Наполнен смыслом каждый жест в пылу,
И мир вдруг преисполнен краской,
Душа взмывает над волшебной сказкой --
Чудесный миг, которого я жду...
(с) я 2012Peanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10667313802073956258noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82810522279965980.post-32480730531539119212012-01-08T03:14:00.000-08:002012-01-08T03:14:11.358-08:00My new crushPeanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10667313802073956258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82810522279965980.post-21656446131654235232012-01-05T22:13:00.000-08:002012-01-05T23:11:29.679-08:00ТерапевтическоеЕсли бы не комментарий Ирины о том, что она нашла мой ЖЖ, кто знает, когда я бы его перечитала. (Оказывается, я там с 6 июня 2005 года, видимо, так я в тот год отпраздновала день рождения Александра Сергеевича.) Думая перетерпеть необычную для меня бессонницу, зависла на два часа, иногда просматривая по диагонали, а иногда вчитываясь в то, что можно описать как "горячечно-экзистенциальный Peanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10667313802073956258noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82810522279965980.post-75108210500095868332012-01-05T00:26:00.000-08:002012-01-05T00:26:07.217-08:00Сегодняший день начался рано - проснулась в 4:30 утра, сна ни в одном глазу, достала ай-пэд, проверила почту, прочитала комментарий Ирины про жж и так не смогла заснуть -- залезла в свой полузаброшенный жж и впервые, пусть и по диагонали, его перечитала.
Меня сегодня неоднократно спрашивали, о чем же я думаю -- видно, по лицу было видно, что я совсем не "здесь и сейчас"... Столько мыслей, Peanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10667313802073956258noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82810522279965980.post-25847294147251301732012-01-01T18:34:00.000-08:002012-01-01T18:34:00.771-08:00
Вот и Новый Год позади. Вчерашние праздества начались в 11 утра двухчасовой сессией связи с сестрой по Скайпу. Встретила с ней московский Новый Год, присоединилась духом к России и даже сделала оливье. Будучи телом, увы, не в России, кулинарную программу-минимум все-таки осуществила. Prime rib удался на славу -- сочный, розовый... Ммм... Остальное тоже было вкусно, даже шоколадно-трюфельные Peanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10667313802073956258noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82810522279965980.post-24453861380739198902011-12-31T12:37:00.000-08:002011-12-31T12:37:11.730-08:00Мой 2011 оказался тяжелым годом, по большей части морально изматывающим и темным. Не раз не находила сил и не хотела идти дальше. Самым сложным было, вопреки желанию, вставать и все-таки быть. Загадывать ничего на новый год не буду, но себе пожелаю одного -- найти тот самый смысл, который движет жизнью.
Пусть 2012 будет светлым, пусть в нем будет столько красоты, что сердце сжимается от Peanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10667313802073956258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82810522279965980.post-46545124864472558312011-12-30T13:05:00.000-08:002011-12-30T13:05:02.407-08:00Все люди как люди готовятся к празднику, а я дурью маюсь. До сих пор не решили, где и как на Новый Год. К тому же вчера я так хорошо сходила на "happy hour" с сотрудниками, что домой пришла почти в 4 утра. Сегодня работу прогуляла, как настоящая школьница :-) Читаю блоги, заряжаюсь праздничным настроением, придумываю, что бы такое приготовить...Peanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10667313802073956258noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82810522279965980.post-64397805454833630212011-12-28T22:03:00.000-08:002011-12-28T22:03:22.810-08:00О неприличностях, собаках и любви (разной)Каждому родителю хочется видеть в своем ребенке только светлое, прекрасное и доброе, поэтому реальность зачастую "редактируется" и игнорируется.
Однажды, забирая Булку из отеля, где мы ее оставляем на время отпуска, милая женщина, рассказывая нам о том, как наше детище проводило время, с кем играло, и как питалось, со смехом упомянула, что Булка славится тем, что любит вылизывать уши других Peanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10667313802073956258noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82810522279965980.post-22777792963346120272011-12-27T22:17:00.000-08:002011-12-27T22:17:27.784-08:00ДекабрьДекабрь у нас стоит на редкость красивый
По поводу празднеств я была на sleepover, вечеринке, которую устраивала моя подруга Дэйна (в центре в голубой майке), и мы пекли рождественские печенья.Я слегка смухлевала и приготовила Sugar Plums, традиционный рождественский десерт из орехов и сухофруктов, который не печется. Правда, я еще по рецепту сестры от стыда за свою лень напекла лимонных Peanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10667313802073956258noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82810522279965980.post-3487665052962559272011-12-21T13:17:00.001-08:002011-12-21T23:06:40.453-08:00Holiday SpiritPeanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10667313802073956258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82810522279965980.post-43520144265291102822011-12-15T00:59:00.000-08:002011-12-15T00:59:09.243-08:00Про то, что уже прошло (in no particular order)Peanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10667313802073956258noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82810522279965980.post-76736146953313740182011-12-13T01:03:00.000-08:002011-12-13T01:06:56.265-08:00December 12, 2009
photos from the day we eloped in Aspen, CO :-)
Peanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10667313802073956258noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82810522279965980.post-47413086987719540472011-12-08T10:17:00.001-08:002011-12-10T23:55:28.445-08:00Мое ленивое утроСегодня встали не в 7:30, чтобы быть на под'емнике не к его открытию, а в 8:30. Понежились в теплой постели, позавтракали, а потом Том отправился на конференц-звонок, а я читаю местную газету и пью кофе.
Начала придумывать пути осесть здесь навсегда.
Peanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10667313802073956258noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82810522279965980.post-76130537698666483522011-12-05T15:46:00.001-08:002011-12-05T15:46:17.855-08:00День первыйPeanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10667313802073956258noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82810522279965980.post-29644631844026429472011-12-04T00:14:00.000-08:002011-12-04T00:14:26.929-08:00Утром в дорогуБулка выгуляна в парке и сдана в отель (http://www.wagville.com/boarding/), чемоданы почти упакованы, лыжи навострены на север и уже в футляре лежат в моем Mini, разделяя машину наполовину во всю ее длину. А мы выпили за то, что последние пару недель нас не подкосили, и завтра наступит отпуск :-)Пора уже спать, завтра начнется рано, а я немного переживаю, что моя новая лыжная куртка Fire and IcePeanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10667313802073956258noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82810522279965980.post-29115142939291985262011-12-01T19:56:00.001-08:002011-12-01T20:07:08.291-08:00Агрегат в действииДля Ирины -- так выглядела моя "крошка" в воскресенье вечером. Нет, моя семья не состоит из 5 мужчин, я не страдаю гигантоманией, и мы не проглоты, сейчас я все расскажу:
- кастрюля слева - это я готовила чили для моего "lunch club" в офисе (я и четыре мои сотрудницы организовались в клуб - раз в неделю одна из нас приносит домашнюю, здоровую еду для клуба, мой день - понедельник)
- чугунная Peanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10667313802073956258noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82810522279965980.post-61960961321914945412011-11-30T22:08:00.001-08:002011-11-30T22:08:18.320-08:00Час назадЗа окном бушует ураганный ветер. Перед самым домом пришлось развернуться и ехать в объезд - улица узкая, ее перекрыло упавшее дерево. Дом наш стоит на холме, уткнувшись носом в неспокойную тьму вечера, создавая иллюзию судна в бушующем море. Peanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10667313802073956258noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82810522279965980.post-18183006400541429382011-11-28T23:34:00.001-08:002011-11-28T23:34:56.766-08:00The Holidays are oh so closeНастроение праздное, атмосфера праздничная, кругом наряженные елки и всеобщий заговор, будто наступила зима, и на дворе морозы, а не плюс 25. Peanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10667313802073956258noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82810522279965980.post-89906724765787694862011-11-27T14:59:00.001-08:002011-11-28T01:31:52.400-08:00Только в Америке...Когда я сегодня привезла Булку в наш парк, там не было никого, кроме мужчины, играющего на гитаре. (см. левый верxний угол фото -- там и есть тот самый мужчина с гитарой)
Спасибо ему за чудесное музыкальное сопровождение нашей прогулке :-)
Peanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10667313802073956258noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82810522279965980.post-86665690462943574382011-11-26T21:19:00.000-08:002011-11-27T01:56:34.347-08:00I was busy todayPeanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10667313802073956258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82810522279965980.post-15718595812015174892011-11-25T14:41:00.001-08:002011-11-25T14:41:09.724-08:00Turkey no moreIt was a handsome bird though Peanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10667313802073956258noreply@blogger.com7Chevy Chase Glendale34.16407 -118.207837tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82810522279965980.post-18054105928444236212011-11-25T01:22:00.000-08:002011-12-01T01:23:32.737-08:00ThanksgivingPeanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10667313802073956258noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82810522279965980.post-86321793692555173092011-11-23T22:36:00.001-08:002011-11-23T22:36:04.854-08:00Getting ready for tomorrowPeanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10667313802073956258noreply@blogger.com3Chevy Chase Glendale34.163766 -118.20825tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82810522279965980.post-13543305329127023832011-11-23T00:01:00.001-08:002011-11-23T00:01:09.527-08:00A few days agoPeanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10667313802073956258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82810522279965980.post-25233899630099407462011-11-21T18:53:00.001-08:002011-11-21T18:53:16.882-08:00Driving homePeanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10667313802073956258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82810522279965980.post-91951442747987710132011-11-20T22:03:00.001-08:002011-11-20T22:08:09.721-08:00SweetIt was a miserable gray day -- rain and all, until I saw an unexpected visitor outside of our windows... a bright pink balloon floating closer and then hurrying away... My day was no longer gray :-)
Peanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10667313802073956258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82810522279965980.post-33469904724787282492009-11-25T22:03:00.001-08:002009-11-25T22:05:40.151-08:00My handssmell like garlic and can't stop thinking about tomorrow. I spent close to 4 hours prepping two types of stuffing, chopping shallots, mashing garlic, and cleaning mussels. I wish we had a large family to share everything with.I am grateful we have each other.I am happy tomorrow is just another festive day.Hope you are having a wonderful Thanksgiving!Peanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10667313802073956258noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82810522279965980.post-31536181046961979162009-11-24T00:19:00.000-08:002009-11-24T00:26:19.311-08:00Message to my dear 2 followersI now have a new blog that is taking over my life:ThePinkElephantPhotoBlog.comI am now following both of you as Pink Elephant Photography Blog, so don't get alarmed :-)I apologize for poor content on the blog - it has been up and running for less than 24 hours :-) I am working on bringing some exciting stuff (as exciting as I can be!)I will probably keep writing some super private stuff here Peanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10667313802073956258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82810522279965980.post-35210220026298957042009-11-03T20:27:00.000-08:002009-11-03T20:32:24.726-08:00For the third day in a rowI've been reading a blog by a young woman who is a newlywed (as of February 2009). She writes about her daily routine, relationship with her husband, hobbies, faith, and many-many other things. She does it effortlessly and extremely honestly. I wonder if I am ever so honest even with myself.Peanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10667313802073956258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82810522279965980.post-80918409467669653292009-10-27T20:00:00.001-07:002009-10-27T20:05:02.896-07:00I love this time of the day,somewhere between 7 and 9 pm. It is quiet but not in the night quiet sort of way - I can feel people all around gathering in their kitchens and dining rooms, sitting in front of TVs, kids finishing up their homework, dogs and cats cuddling up with their humans... So much going on... So many private comedies, dramas and love stories unfolding... And, oh how much I enjoy my solitude amidst thisPeanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10667313802073956258noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82810522279965980.post-23812454605727362612009-10-13T18:21:00.000-07:002009-10-13T18:26:49.839-07:00It is raining in LATime for some chicken soup :-)Peanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10667313802073956258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82810522279965980.post-77688688136998493192009-10-09T00:24:00.000-07:002009-10-09T00:25:52.758-07:00Beingthe attention whore I am (not really but I am being subjective here), I want a wedding. I tiny little but still a wedding. Having 2 more people around would make it a wedding.Peanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10667313802073956258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82810522279965980.post-25505281459683749862009-10-08T22:50:00.000-07:002009-10-08T23:05:46.282-07:00Bulkahas this toy that Tom got for her - a pink elephant. It is a crazy looking rubber thing with black dots all over it and eyes highlighted by a black eye-liner. When squeezed, the pink elephant's curled trunk and tail expand and make this funny squeaky noise. Anyway, Bulka LOOOVES it. The funny thing is she is a total owl. She will sleep through the whole day until about 6 pm when she starts Peanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10667313802073956258noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82810522279965980.post-61104877209811533002009-09-29T02:16:00.000-07:002009-09-29T02:21:26.085-07:00I wish it rainedOne of my all time favorite childhood memories is of my mom telling me and a friend of mine to go out and play in the summer rain. All my other friends were confined to their apartments and they watched us with envy - after all we got to get all muddy and soaking wet! My mom is the best mom ever. In the winter, I was allowed to lick icicles and even bring them home! When I have a child, I Peanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10667313802073956258noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82810522279965980.post-48844584423891291882009-09-18T20:40:00.000-07:002009-09-18T20:48:54.015-07:00I have spent a lot of timeon Craigslist' other than "Jobs" section in the last couple of days. First, I placed a posting giving away our used moving boxes. Then, I was looking for tickets to India Calling! at the Hollywood Bowl. And today, I was just bored.What I noticed was that people give away for free A LOT OF dirt! Seriously, dirt! I wonder where they get it and who picks it up. And then today, when I was Peanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10667313802073956258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82810522279965980.post-22460817218611098242009-09-02T20:28:00.000-07:002009-09-02T20:35:56.650-07:00I am a spoiledspoiled person. A few minutes ago, I dug a knife into a little watermelon that I brought home from the market today and was taken aback when the red flesh revealed tiny black seeds. My first reaction was to dump the whole damn thing in trash - what the hell?! - I thought to myself - what are THESE doing here?! It took me a couple of minutes to realize how horrible I have become. I remembered Peanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10667313802073956258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82810522279965980.post-40211016163226895062009-08-20T11:22:00.000-07:002009-08-20T11:37:52.327-07:00New beginnings?After my failed attempt to get back into the working world, Tom and I had a serious talk and decided that I will no longer look for a paralegal job. Tom has been encouraging me to start my own dog photography business for a while now - he is so supportive and empowering, it is unbelievable! I do lack education in the photography department, and having been married to a professional photographerPeanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10667313802073956258noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82810522279965980.post-20470113412818126252009-08-18T23:11:00.000-07:002009-08-18T23:40:46.863-07:00We are all moved inand comfortable at the house and we are loving every second of being here. The views are gorgeous, the area is great, the nights are super quiet and dark, and the food tastes better :-) I am serious about the food - we bought a grill!!! And even patio furniture! True, we don't have a yard in the usual sense of the word, although we have a lot of land, but we do have lemons and grapefruit and Peanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10667313802073956258noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82810522279965980.post-6483062247456314082009-07-22T21:59:00.000-07:002009-07-22T22:09:49.038-07:00Apparently,the key to closing was removing me from the U.S. I bought a ticket to Moscow at 1am on July 4 and at 11:50pm of the same day I was leaving behind fireworks and worries. While I was in Moscow, the house papers got signed and the loan was funded. The only thing I had to do upon my return is collect the keys!So... ever since I have been ignoring my jet lag and packing and connecting utilities. Peanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10667313802073956258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82810522279965980.post-5779569377838837352009-06-29T01:22:00.000-07:002009-06-29T01:28:14.584-07:00I know, I know...It's getting super old. I am well aware, trust me my only reader :-)We still DON'T KNOW whether we are getting the house. The FHA process sucks. I was supposed to go to Moscow for a couple of weeks but because of the uncertainty with the housing situation I simply can not leave Tom alone to juggle work, the impending move (we HAVE to be out of this apt by July 26) and Bulka. I am so sad about Peanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10667313802073956258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82810522279965980.post-64706409222858665142009-06-17T21:02:00.001-07:002009-06-17T21:09:50.934-07:00Still waiting...Oh well, it's a lesson in patience, and the house is becoming less and less important. I am not feeling that hot lately - having very strange dreams that involve natural disasters, predators and violence. A couple of nights ago, I actually had to wake up and open my eyes to see the man from my dream slowly disappear in thin air. It had never happened to me before! During the day, it's hard toPeanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10667313802073956258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82810522279965980.post-89202436578000370932009-06-08T23:06:00.000-07:002009-06-08T23:09:53.128-07:00I thinkI am gonna go into a coma or die or do whatever to disappear until Wednesday.The wait is unbearable despite me being SUPER patient.I haven't checked the house website for over a week!I am waiting.I am waiting.I am freaking tired of waiting, so the last two days I want to spend in a chemically induced coma. Please.Peanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10667313802073956258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82810522279965980.post-44885382103265765662009-06-07T23:03:00.000-07:002009-06-08T22:02:30.262-07:00About the dress -- I have figured that if I don't find a reasonably priced nice and flattering dress, I will take my TIBI wrap halter dress from Anthropologie to a seamstress and have it recreated still in silk but in a different color (not sure what color yet).The dress looks like this:P.S. pardon the out-of-focusness of the photo, it was taken by a stranger who was kind enough to stop and snap a photo of us :)Peanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10667313802073956258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82810522279965980.post-57043410832281356012009-06-07T22:58:00.000-07:002009-06-07T23:01:16.698-07:00I think I knowwhat I am doing wrong - I am mixing my wedding and non-wedding stuff in one blog. But in my defense - I don't know how to split myself into two (or even more) personalities. So, I am going to stay here, in one form and shape, however bloggerly schizophrenic it may be.Peanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10667313802073956258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82810522279965980.post-31745105293207026252009-06-07T22:06:00.001-07:002009-06-07T22:12:30.250-07:00A couple of thingswedding related.Talking to your significant others is very useful. Apparently, having a layered cake and nice flowers at our wedding is very important to Tom! I was shocked to learn that. I mean, yes, we have discussed that food, photography and open bar were crucial. But flowers and cake?! I was thinking of simple decorations and mostly candles. He wants real flower arrangements. Huh?! I Peanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10667313802073956258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82810522279965980.post-4709140855932737332009-06-07T21:53:00.000-07:002009-06-07T22:05:12.896-07:00Miraculously,bitching about my weight gain has helped - as of today, I am 3 lbs lighter than at the time of my previous blog. I have no idea what is going on with my body anymore. Seriously. Anyway, on Wednesday we should know if the loan is approved. Which means we will know whether we are getting the house. I feel like our life has been sort of suspended with everything revolving around the big Peanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10667313802073956258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82810522279965980.post-28902632289962770662009-06-05T10:59:00.000-07:002009-06-05T11:09:51.308-07:00Hmmm...Tom returned to me my scale after confiscating it for almost 2 weeks. He thinks I am addicted to weighing myself (I step on the scale every morning). My conviction is that weighing myself keeps me in check. The 2 week scale deprivation experiment has just proven my point. I have gained over 2 pounds. Ever since moving to the States I have had to think of my weight. I don't know if it is the Peanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10667313802073956258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82810522279965980.post-92004336043369563502009-06-03T21:35:00.000-07:002009-06-03T21:38:46.026-07:00All right,today I have accomplished two things - changed the name of my blog to the Life of Peanut, since I write about anything and everything but our wedding, and created a new blog where I post my photos of dogs at the park where I walk Bulka every day - http://dogsinthepark.wordpress.com/.Peanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10667313802073956258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82810522279965980.post-5519516351271021372009-06-03T11:42:00.001-07:002009-06-03T11:46:14.658-07:00For the second day in a rowI feel absolutely blah and brain dead. Yesterday, I spent almost the entire day sleeping with Bulka and eventually got up only to take her to the park. The timing is bad - I have this ONE assignment for my class that I need to complete by Saturday, and I can not muster any energy or motivation to get it started. The assignment involves leaving the house and talking to people, something I am Peanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10667313802073956258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82810522279965980.post-14865249828253778012009-06-03T01:09:00.000-07:002009-06-03T09:23:54.697-07:00Inspired bySmitten Kitchen's blog, I entertained Tom and his best friend visiting from CT on business the following gourmet way:Appetizer: Mussels steamed in white wine (everyone was super hungry, so I only got to snap a picture of leftovers and this is not their best representation!) with toasted crusty French bread:Main course:Braised lamb shanks in red wine sauce with mashed potatoes and grilled Peanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10667313802073956258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82810522279965980.post-82705594992622049772009-05-30T23:39:00.000-07:002009-05-30T23:43:32.906-07:00When I came homeafter today's class, Tom had a surprise for me - tickets to La Traviata at LA Opera. I know it sounds cheesy and lame - but now I can't help but wonder whether I would be able to give up the love of my life for whatever reason... This thought scares me. Oh how far I am from being a Buddhist...Peanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10667313802073956258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82810522279965980.post-2572298872674527542009-05-27T22:02:00.000-07:002009-05-27T22:05:41.052-07:00Maybe it's me being Russianor whatever else went wrong with me at some point in my life, but I can never say "my mom". It is always "our mom". In my head, she is not just a mom to me, she is also a mom to my sister, so she is OUR mom, right? Same thing with the wedding - it is OUR wedding, not just mine or his. For this reason, it almost physically hurts me to read "my wedding", "my venue", "my invitations." Am I Peanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10667313802073956258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82810522279965980.post-20407031691440649062009-05-27T21:38:00.000-07:002009-05-27T21:44:09.474-07:00I am tryingto figure myself out - either I am not really in any planning mode and I don't give a crap yet or I am a freak and will never give enough crap to lose sleep over invitations... I love paper goods. My all time favorite store is PULP/ILLITERATURE on La Brea, and every card I buy is usually handmade and cool like hell. However, I do not give a crap about our future wedding invitations. SeriouslyPeanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10667313802073956258noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82810522279965980.post-42704200392629466832009-05-27T21:36:00.000-07:002009-05-27T21:38:08.290-07:00Is it mebeing drawn to a certain type of wedding bloggers or is every bride out there wearing a flower and/or feather and/or birdcage at her wedding?!Peanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10667313802073956258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82810522279965980.post-74646295983351727312009-05-26T20:30:00.001-07:002009-05-26T20:38:00.638-07:00Despite loving New York and Moscow,I feel small and lonely when I am there. When I landed in LA for the first time almost 10 years ago, I thought it was one of the ugliest, disjointed cities I had ever visited. Now I think that LA in fact has a unified theme - coexistence of beautiful and ugly. I never felt like LA was a CITY. More like an amalgamation of parts and pieces. LA waited for 10 years for it's revenge. Today, it Peanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10667313802073956258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82810522279965980.post-56649222831931816262009-05-22T01:21:00.000-07:002009-05-22T01:55:16.334-07:00Tom asked mea couple of months ago whether I would like to get a nice purse for my birthday, and I said I would rather have a digital SLR camera. Then he asked whether I would take a lavish birthday party with a modest gift over a camera and I said I did not need a party to remain close to my friends but I wanted a camera to stay in touch. Yesterday, while at Hatfield's on Beverly, he gave me a Canon DSLR Peanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10667313802073956258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82810522279965980.post-72888205935340827952009-05-20T00:42:00.000-07:002009-05-20T01:44:13.445-07:00Two years agoI looked like this:I was 31 then and it was my first real birthday with Tom :)Peanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10667313802073956258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82810522279965980.post-30070226122456143652009-05-19T21:11:00.000-07:002009-05-19T21:35:40.148-07:00I have a problemwith the wedding party. Tom wants his brother and his three true friends to be his groomsmen. And this is where I stumble. In regular life, I have more friends, acquaintances and pals than he does. I am naturally more social and outgoing but I still struggle with the concept of bridesmaids. Having said that, I do not want our parties to be symmetrical and I could go with only a maid of honorPeanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10667313802073956258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82810522279965980.post-73411697347049205852009-05-19T21:02:00.000-07:002009-05-19T21:36:45.170-07:00Update to the previous post -Literally, minutes after I posted, my phone signaled to me that a new e-mail was received. It was an invitation to my next interview - this time with the department representative! Next Tuesday! Yay!!!Peanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10667313802073956258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82810522279965980.post-71110620455437724582009-05-19T14:43:00.000-07:002009-05-19T15:01:02.129-07:00Last Saturday,I interviewed at MOCA for a volunteering position. Frankly, I did not know what to expect and how to approach it going in - will they go over my resume that has nothing to do with the arts? Should I be telling them that I at some point or another have broached the world of art either through college courses, self-education, or having a long history of falling for artists? Should I wear Peanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10667313802073956258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82810522279965980.post-86167198898687835812009-05-18T15:13:00.000-07:002009-05-18T15:17:44.765-07:00Kind of strange -despite the fact that I am Russian, I never cook Russian food and extremely rarely go to Russian restaurants (because in the States and in LA in particular they are lame). But I do crave Russian food once in a while, it's my comfort food. So, for some weird unexplainable reason, I made vegetarian borscht today. A HUGE pot of it. And what is even worse - I have already consumed almost a half Peanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10667313802073956258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82810522279965980.post-15994396772608393922009-05-14T16:07:00.000-07:002009-05-14T16:21:07.811-07:00I did it!!!I reupholstered one of the 6 dining chairs that we bought over a year and a half ago! The chairs are a part of a beautiful original Heywood-Wakefield dining room set, which also includes a dining table. Originally, we were going to have the chairs reupholstered professionally for us. I am not even sure why we never did - we are procrastinators! So, when I quit, I decided to turn the chairs Peanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10667313802073956258noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82810522279965980.post-62593422184500165562009-05-13T21:47:00.000-07:002009-05-14T17:19:18.727-07:00Okay, now I am bummed out...Spoke to my mom and sister - August is too little notice for them given that the plane tickets and visas alone for their party of 4 will be around $6K... :((( So, we are back to trying to figure out what to do now. I am thinking we still could have a ceremony at the house in the winter, the time when we planned to wed originally. Tom is not against the idea but we haven't really talked much Peanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10667313802073956258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82810522279965980.post-42118550207696957782009-05-07T21:54:00.000-07:002009-05-09T11:38:16.889-07:00Speaking aboutjob interviews... I had one today... Apparently, it was a screening interview. And I was shocked: they were going to hold second interviews for at least 5 qualified applicants for a position that pays $10-12 per hour!!! I was making more than twice as much as the higher number and was still complaining about being underpaid! I mean, come on!!! And the way the interviewer's eyes popped when I Peanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10667313802073956258noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82810522279965980.post-36803681602155422612009-05-07T21:41:00.000-07:002009-05-14T17:19:40.733-07:00Yesterday,in the middle of a house-purchasing emergency Tom and I had lunch together. (This is VERY rear, since he works and I don't and he never eats anyway until he comes home and then he consumes everything.) So, during lunch we discussed, among other important things like my job interview, the idea of combining our wedding and a housewarming party. In my view, the biggest challenge was the guest Peanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10667313802073956258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82810522279965980.post-91163560258798312852009-05-05T01:05:00.000-07:002009-05-14T17:20:05.640-07:00It seems like we are going to have a housewarming/wedding party after all. I am not sure how I feel about it yet.On one hand, I am thrilled to have a chance to plan either of those parties, although I am not a huge planner.On another hand, I am not sure HOW to fit the wedding part into it.We are in the process of buying a house on a hill with a lot of land which is unusable. We can not have a Peanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10667313802073956258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82810522279965980.post-59927080047420554752009-04-20T21:20:00.001-07:002009-04-20T21:31:26.558-07:00Last Saturday,I started a class at UCLA Extension, Decoding The Contemporary Art World taught by Rebecca Taylor. It was sort of scary and intimidating - Tom likes to think that I know a lot about art, but it is true only in comparison to people who never ever touched the world of art... so I was hesitant... and did I mention scared? Anyway, the teacher turned out to be an incredibly bright, beautiful, Peanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10667313802073956258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82810522279965980.post-13265321598855965312009-04-16T15:38:00.001-07:002009-04-16T15:58:41.890-07:00There are a lot of reasonswhy it has been so long and we never actually had a chance to discuss our wedding plans. First, 4 days after we got engaged over a weekend in Santa Barbara, our landlords informed us that they sold the house in 4 (!!!) days and we had 45 days to move. Naturally, it took us about a month to find a place and move. Then, it was the move itself and the stress of unpacking and settling in the new Peanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10667313802073956258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82810522279965980.post-39390324673156439862009-04-15T19:49:00.000-07:002009-04-16T15:59:06.967-07:004 months into being engagedand no date and no real plan yet! It has become my personal guilty pleasure to watch peoples' faces when I say that we are taking it easy in response to their questions about the wedding date. Everyone is so used to the military-style scheduling and planning that begin the second after a girl gets her ring that Tom and I are considered weird :-) The funny thing about us that we were sort of Peanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10667313802073956258noreply@blogger.com0