love love love · music favorites

Birthday crumpets and the Innocence Mission

 

My birthday gift to you before I head off to the land of tea, crumpets and ale. I am head over heels in love with Karen Peris from The Innocence Mission. Her voice is hauntingly beautiful.

 

I love these words:

 

Waiting at the airport on my suitcase,
a girl traveling from Spain became my sudden friend,
though I did not learn her name.
And when the subway dimmed
a stranger lit my way.
This is the brotherhood of man.

 

See you all when I return from England for my birthday celebration. May strangers light your way and I hope you will do the same for them.

beach · Mallorca

Academy of Puro Beach

The cosmic universe felt the 80s vibe on the island. On the way to the airport to pick up a friend I have not seen since high school I rocked out to Motley Crue’s “Girls Girls Girls”.  SHS girls loose on the island, for a few hours at least. A quick café con leche and a stroll through Palma – past the Cathedral Le Seu, a few clothing stores and many street mimes later – it was finally time to relax with a glass of wine at Puro Beach.

I love taking friends here. It is the place to see and be seen and the beautiful ones soaking in the sunshine never disappoint. Check it out while I turn up the volume to Guns N’ Roses “Paradise City” (which I used to think was – “take me back to the very last city”). Oh c’mon, and you didn’t?

 

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friends · spain · travel

MADRID Olé Olé Olé Olé

In typical Kimberle fashion, I managed to arrive in Madrid a full day ahead of my friend. Those tricky airline itineraries when you fly from the states to Europe, I always forget to add that +1 day. Last time I booked a flight from Madrid to Mallorca the day before I arrived.

I really CAN be smart, really. After some choice words directed towards myself I realized something. You know what? A day alone in Madrid can never be bad. And with that, the cloud vanished.

DAY ONE MADRID:

Checking into the Hotel Asturias was easy and got a room with a balcony to boot! Nice.

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The day was looking good. The hotel was prime location, in the centre. I walked towards Plaza Mayor and sat listening to groups of men singing songs to their fellow comrades. A large group had already consumed an entire outside bar area and every few minutes another group would march around the corner singing and the large group would sing back. Let me tell you, it was much better than watching the sad Mickey Mouse try to make balloon animals for frightened children.

Finally tiring of the antics I walked a bit further and found myself at the Mercado de San Miguel. I wandered in and drooled: fresh fruit, sausage, cheese, mouth-watering sandwiches of all kinds, seafood, tapas, wines, champagnes. Quadruple YUM ( i would go higher than quadruple but not really sure what is after that), made a mental note to come back with friend for food and wine.

DAY TWO MADRID:

The birthday girl has arrived! Not the actual bday yet but when it’s your 40th you get the entire week ……  or is it month?

We set off for café con leche by the Parque del Retiro where an old waiter dude mumbled something in spanish after we asked for la carte and then only ordered coffee. Que pasa? Maybe there was something tempting for my tastebuds? Grumpy old man.

While birthday girl worked through the jet lag we cruised down Calle de Alcalá where we spied an Annie Leibovitz Exposition. And it was free! Isn’t Annie going through bankruptcy? How is this free? Whatevs. I’ll take it and run. It was filled with the usual famous, gorgeous celebrity photos plus a lot of her family and her lover, Susan. And I never knew Annie had a baby at the age of 51! Wow. There IS hope!

Next up, lunch at Mercado de San Miguel. My step quickened at the colorful array of vegetables in the windows. We settled on oysters and an appetizer with green olives, pickled onions, sardines and pepperoncinis. The first drink? A crisp white wine from France. Heaven.

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Dinner was close by the hotel, a wonderful mixture of tapas. And afterwards we were bombarded with free drink cards from every calle corner. The card said “Free Caipirinha” which turned out to be the tiniest shot in the world. But we were already in the door and there was an open booth. Three Caipirinhas later, we stumbled out the door to our home for the night.

Now, I am not one for violence, however I must admit I can be a bit sharp tongued when threatened or angered…. and um, have had a cocktail or two. A large group was a bit too close for comfort and I spun around and mouthed off a bit while birthday girl almost fell flat on her face cruising over the cobblestones. She jumped up, yelled “I’m up!” and mumbled “heart, heart” while making the heart symbol over her chest. We giggled all the way “home”.

Day three was rainy and cold. We wandered around in hopes to spy the prostitutes on Calle de la Montera, which we did see a group of four. I think, it could also have been teenagers dressed in their normal day clothes. And then we caught a taxi for the airport. The smiley taxi guy played Olivia Newton-John’s oldies but goodies, we sang all the way to the airport.

A few more pics of Madrid. Enjoy! (Click to enlarge)

 

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Hanker for a hunk of cheese

 

Helloooooooooooo….. is anyone still out there?

 

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These past two weeks have been a whirl of Madrid, cruising in the car AND A BOAT around Mallorca. A friend came into town on a spur of the moment trip to bypass her 40th birthday and we have been livin it up! So, while I get my next posts in order here is a little nostalgia for you.

 

One of my favorite PSA announcements at the tender age of six, huddled around the afternoon tv in Madison, WI and my snack du jour – crackers and cheese. There is nothing better! A time before the PSAs of alcohol or drug awareness, we had cheese awareness. A slab, a slice, a chunk a’ ….

 

One quick observation from my “older” viewpoint …… what were these guys smokin who made this??

 

 

earth · save our world · Things and Stuff

Compost Happens

Well, my blog is turning out a bit random – advertising, photos, clothes, SHOES. Have you been longing for a blog with some real substance? Do you reminisce about the days I wrote about the police and roadtripping with the rents and schniedelwutz?

Okay, some real substance is what you are just dying for…..how about POOP? There’s some (smelly) substance for you. Some of my girlfriends are potty training their younguns and all I hear about lately is poop, pee – riveting shit, really. No really! Seriously ladies, I do love the stories and if I am one day blessed with a little one – you better be all ears for my poop on the potty stories.

All right, so besides poop, here is another subject near and dear to my heart. The ENVIRONMENT. Gone are the days when Amy would look horrified when I threw my Coke can out the window. I know, I KNOW! I still feel horrible. At least Bessie and I collected cans for money in high school (I guess this was after the throwing the cans out the window days). We would drive around in the hot OK summers with the windows down and Shawn Cassidy blaring out the Buick Electra and hop out anytime a can was spotted. The money made from the cans probably paid for the gas driving around looking for them.

There are so many simple ways to have save our environment. Not to be an EPA snob but I recycle almost everything (Spain has an amazing amount of containers for plastic, glass and paper), I bring a large canvas bag to put my groceries in (no more plastic bags) and my latest adventure is my COMPOST PILE. I love it and find it completely fascinating.

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I will forgive my NYC friends for not keeping a compost pile (although there are plastic compost bins with lids that you can keep on a balcony) but all the rest of you with a backyard – here are some tips and an easy how to get started. Let’s save this erratic but wonderful world. It’s the only one we got.

  1. Choose a spot where you want to compost. I have only a pile in my backyard that is hidden by the trees but some people prefer to have a bin to throw everything into. You can construct a simple box or bin using stiff wire mesh or slatted wood. The compost pile should be at least three square feet and three feet tall so that it maintains a constant temperature so the organic matter can decompose.
  2. Gather the right materials. (Almost anything organic works.) You should have some “brown” dry material, like fallen leaves, dead flowers, straw, sawdust, shredded paper (especially newspaper), shredded cardboard or paper towels. This provides the “bulk” to a good compost.
  3. Gather some “green” wet material as well, like grass clippings, fresh leaves and nonflowering weeds, barnyard animal manure, chopped leafy prunings, pine needles, coffee grounds, teabags and crushed eggshells. These provide readily-available food to the microorganisms that do the decomposing work. This green material will later be added to your dry mix.
  4. The proportions of “brown to green” are not critical, as long as you have more “brown” than “green.”
  5. Mix and build a pile. Combine your dry/brown material with your wet/green material and add a shovelful of good soil.
  6. Compost also needs the correct amount of moisture to breakdown. Compost with the right moisture level should feel like a damp, wrung-out sponge. Too much moisture can cause temperatures to fall within the pile (and make it smell). Too little moisture slows down the decomposition rate and keeps the pile from heating up. Check your compost pile’s moisture level once a week and adjust it if necessary by adding water to increase moisture or more browns to help dry the pile out.
  7. Turn pile with a pitch fork every few weeks. Doing so gets oxygen in the pile which speeds up decomposition.

Do not add animal waste, meats, oils, dairy, diseased plants, weeds that have gone to seed, or plants treated with pesticides or herbicides to your compost.

Sit back and enjoy the decomposition.

Next up – MADRID!! Off to the city of bull-fighting and flamenco, maybe I will return as one. You will have to stay tuned to find out. Olé!

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beach · Mallorca

It’s 09-09-09!

 

Happy 09-09-09, yo! Did anyone wake up at 9:09 and 9 seconds just because?

 

You better live it up today my friends – yessireebob – I said LIVE. IT. UP. Because this is the last set of repeating, single-digit dates that we’ll see for almost a century (until January 1, 2101), or a millennium (mark your calendars for January 1, 3001), depending on how you want to count it. So, as I said, Party like it’s 09-09-09.

 

How did I celebrate you ask? Well, I went to the beach where my prime spot looked like this:

 

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I returned home completely famished (why as soon as I get to the beach am I completely starving?) – I was craving my egg sandwich. I got all the ingredients out ;  butter, egg, cream cheese, cheese, tabasco sauce, deli turkey and then the bread. Every slice of bread looked like this :

 

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GRACIAS PANRICO! I ask you, is this a good or bad sign for me on 09-09-09?

lists · oooooooklahoma where the wind....

Well, Bless My Soul

 

Aaaaaaaand……it’s another list! Love me some lists.

 

Wait! Don’t go! It will be FUN-NAH. Promise. How are YOU? Please tell me, I wanna know! What do you count as your blessings?

 

One of my closest friends from the early Oklahoma years called yesterday to catch up on life. We have known each other since we were ten. I remember roller skating to her house wearing my new tennis shoe skates with orange, green and yellow stripes down the sides. Did any of you have roller skates like these? I lived in those things and would gladly have gone into the SCC pool with them if allowed. Plus I had a rockstar skating routine to Jessie’s Girl perfected, just waiting for someone, ANYONE to ask to see it.

 

We gossiped and caught up on our lives. It is quite possible I bitched about a thing here or there. And she reminded me, that when I feel my life is crashing all around me  – don’t forget to count your blessings. Amen sister.

 

Here are mine. What are some of yours?

 

1. My health. I never take it for granted and I think at least four times a year I have appendicitis, or a broken rib, or possibly swine flu. I guess that’s what happens when growing up with a nurse for a mother. I scoured over those books to find my latest, attention getting symptom. I told my friends in seventh grade that I had diabetes and then held my birthday party on Halloween to devour tons of candy. Smart, a little more research kid. But I seriously think I have appendicitis at the moment.

 

2. OKST. Cowboys kicking some UGA ass last night! College football is back! If only I had Euro ESPN to watch, just not the same with a live ticker.

 

3. My steadfast, fun-loving, margarita drinking group of friends from all over the world. Thank you for always being supportive. You ROCK!

 

4. Same for my family. I am lucky to have a loving (and crazy) family. My mom, dad, brother, sister-in-law and cutest nephew ever live too far away.

 

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LOVE that hair! Cutie Patootie.

 

5. Cool breezes off the Mediterranean

 

6. Xanadu (roller skates mentioned above were also in many Xanadu reenactments)

 

7. My boyfriend (The German). He is a good soul, who (whom? GAH!) I love with all my heart

 

8. FIVE of the sweetest cats ever. I never was a cat person until mama cat brought me seven babies three years ago. Welcome to Mallorca sucka is what she said when she left them at my front door.

 

9. Pa amb Oli

 

10. Delicious Mallorcan wine…..speaking of which. Good night!