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Hello. My name is Kim. And I like cars.

Well hello there! Please accept my apologies, I haven’t really introduced what it is exactly that I do here in Mallorca.  Shall I give the list by bullet points?

  • Paint artworks
  • Print, staple, ship digital art prints
  • Teach English
  • Happily take care of seven cats
  • Enjoy the majestic island of Mallorca
  • Blog!

And I used to love driving around our old Renault R4 that you see all the old men driving around here, but sadly, it had a problem with its gas line and it was time to go. I asked the family that I teach their kids if they wanted it, because two of them are getting their driver’s license and they said yes! So at least he (the car) is going to a good home. His name is Radical, by the way, and he was the GREATEST car ever. I, unlike, my boyfriend, have only had a few cars in my life and each one I get very attached to.

My first car was a Buick Electra, which seated 824 people comfortably, with a horn that sounded like a train. My friends and I would park by the tracks, drink beer and honk the horn to freak people out. After I graduated from Oklahoma State University (Go Cowboys!) I bought a silver Ford Probe. Because my best friend had one in red and I wanted to be just like her. I LOVED her RX-7 she had before the Probe, that car was fun.

Anyways, the Probe’s oil gauge was always messed up and on my way home from work in CT, driving home to NYC the engine went out – NO OIL!! And I am NOT kidding, I was taking it in the next day for an oil change. So sad. It sat in my work parking lot until who knows when – I moved to Germany and gave it to an art director at my job. That car had seen a lot of changes in my life. If cars could talk, all of the ones I “owned” would have bestsellers.

Can we give a toast to all my favorite cars? The Buick. The Probe. And now RADICAL. Raise your glasses high. CLINK CLINK.

Student Marga with Radical

 

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Oh when the Saints win a Super Bowl you can thank me

Yes, you are welcome. It is really all my doing that the Saints won. So, New Orleans, again, you’re welcome! I enjoyed doing it and the best city won. Okay, so all of you think I’ve totally fallen off my rocker. Well, possibly yes.

I struggled to stay awake as long as possible for the game, it started at midnight here. I watched the sweaty men plow into each other and several times said “ouch” outloud. My cats were all curled up around me, so happy that owner lady was staying up late with them, truly a bonding experience.

But after The Who came on and the sound was totally jacked – the words that Pete was singing and what I was hearing were two totally different things, sometimes the music stopped but he was still singing. At first I thought, “Oh no! Pete is lipsyncing but he is so old he can’t hear that the music is that off.” But then my tired brain figured it had to be a major glitch in the long transportation of sound to Mallorca. And so, at 2:30 a.m. I called it a night. The score was Saints 6 Colts 10.

Are you still there with me? crickets

How in the hell does this have anything to do with the entire city of New Orleans thanking me? I WENT TO SLEEP PEOPLE!! It seems if I stay up and watch an entire game, my team ALWAYS loses. BUT I went to sleep, therefore with me not watching, my team WON. How about them apples? So, yes, you’re welcome. Okay, I guess some part of their winning had to do with talent and the entire nation rooting on a city devastated only four years ago. New Orleans is back! Who dat!

Enjoy some of the best the south has to offer.

When the Saints Go Marching In: Louis Armstrong

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I think I’m in love….

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DELISH! An organic beer that I discovered at the Scarlet Hotel we stayed at in Cornwall.

A refreshing summer ale with a clean, crisp finish and subtly spiced with ginger. Atlantic Gold is brewed using only Pale and Wheat malts, with Fuggles and First Gold hops. Not sure what Fuggles are but I am pretty sure I could come up with some good definitons that have nothing to do with the beer brewing industry. But not to worry, this beer was EXCELLENT, fuggles included. And not only excellent but ORGANIC! How fantastic is that?

Next time I am in the Cornwall area, I will be sure to pick up a case. Sadly, they do not ship outside of England. Atlantic Gold, I love you!!

Soon to come: Birthday adventures in England. I wish I had enough money to stay for a month. Land of driving on the wrong side, Stonehenge and ale. I miss you! sniff sniff.

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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??

 

 

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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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stars

 

I believe in the stars, the planets and the vast theology of some divine magnanimity watching over us living in the stars. At night, I love to look at the libraglitter above me. Even here, on the island, it is still too bright to see all of the illuminated expanse above me. When I lived in Oklahoma all I had to do was drive a few blocks west, throw down a blanket and watch the stars zip by, so lovely. When I hear of any comet or meteor shower I camp myself out on my roof and squint at the heavens hoping to see a few rush by. And with the passing of two of my favorites from my childhood in the 80’s, Farrah and Michael, I decided to see if I could see them pass by me (don’t judge, just enjoy). And I tease you not, after saying a quick toast to them with my wine glass held high, I saw a shooting star. And within a minute I saw another going in the opposite direction. So nice of them to reply, no?

My love for the world above us goes hand in hand with my belief in psychics, star signs, readings and all that those entail. Today’s horoscope: Hold on to your hat, dear Libra. With two major eclipses due to soon hit the top and bottom houses of your chart, you are about to see some massive changes at home and in your career. If you are honest with yourself, you will admit that you feel you’ve come to master your present life just fine and you are up for a new adventure. You need change, and that’s precisely what the universe is about to bring you.

I am actually expecting some change. I hope it happens. And if it happens, you my fellow readers (all two of you) will be the first to know. But as of now, I think I will go hit the beach. There was a gorgeous yacht floating just off the southern coast yesterday. With my binoculars I spied beautiful men and women in white, laughing and drinking champagne. Yes, I love my binoculars. They bring the world of the rich even closer! Who do you think it was? There are a few celebs that own homes here. Michael Douglas and Catherine Zeta Jones, Claudia Schiffer, Boris Becker, even Ava Gardner had a home here. Let us not forget our own tennis sensation, Rafael Nadal. Oh wait, and me! I live in Mallorca, never thought I would ever say that in this lifetime, but now I don’t think I can ever leave.