tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29006299467173502842010-07-21T15:14:37.201-04:00Confessions of a Podunk PrincessPodunk Princessnoreply@blogger.comBlogger33125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900629946717350284.post-86113717316745179222010-04-19T19:19:00.008-04:002010-04-19T19:56:12.731-04:00

There's been a lot of talk lately about the new middle class. I myself am broke. Really broke. Like brokey-broke broke. I can't quite come to grips with "poor", but it was a sad day when generic facial cleanser (Kinney brand, I believe) replaced my Aveda Cleansing Gel. Of course there are some necessities I will still forgo food to acquire... Christian Dior waterproof mascara, DKNY black

Podunk Princessnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900629946717350284.post-12729500183326053502010-01-08T15:39:00.008-05:002010-01-08T16:47:07.127-05:00

I could build a wall with the boxes of slides I finally received from the stepmother. They were in my dad's closet for the last 30 years... at least. And now I have been facing the painful (literally when you have Reynauds) task of sorting, scanning, and sharing them. Yes, I could build a wall... but instead I am tearing it down. Tear down the wall! The metaphorical bricks in my emotional

Podunk Princessnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900629946717350284.post-62490646371226217562009-10-07T08:26:00.008-04:002009-12-01T08:01:32.281-05:00

I am awash in a flood of memories brought about by recent reconnections with old buddies (sorry, still young at heart buddies) on facebook. I only lasted three semesters at U. of Miami, but they were a memorable. At least the parts I CAN remember - fat, drunk and stupid is no way to go through life, daughter - it was Miami after all. If I could only bottle the sun, sand, and rum runners, I

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Wow - we have webcam! A little late in the techno-timeline, but, hey, I got through college on a typewriter, so I'm not complaining. The awards in the background are not props - they are my hubby's.It was just too hot in my regular office, so I packed up the new laptop and hightailed it down to his office. It was nice. Kinda like a date. We even played footsie under the conference table.

Podunk Princessnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900629946717350284.post-86248799390298520122009-08-14T07:51:00.008-04:002009-09-06T20:38:02.456-04:00

What do you get when you wear a "Bobby Labonte is GORGES" shirt to the Glen in '08? You get to meet Bobby Labonte in '09!And yes, he is even dreamier in person.

Podunk Princessnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900629946717350284.post-11022901941609114072009-06-06T17:35:00.003-04:002009-06-06T18:07:11.644-04:00

When shaving legs on a budget, it is important to not forgo the swivel head option. Revert to double blade if you must, but swivel is the key to not ripping the flesh of of your ankles. If you are going to splurge, splurge at Isle of Eden. My sister turned me onto this independent mail order company - and while I can probably give up my pilgrimages to Sephora in Rochester now, I will scrimp

Podunk Princessnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900629946717350284.post-12890698941674597432009-06-06T09:33:00.009-04:002009-06-10T14:15:37.670-04:00

Has it really been six months since I last posted?Well, if you've been on Facebook, you may already know the trials and tribulations of life on Porcupine Farm (or in my four YoVille homes... that's so sad...). I've had my employment hours cut in half (yes, I know, the international sign for little violins) and have learned to live without necessities like People Magazine and brand name body

Podunk Princessnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900629946717350284.post-43093257165429268242009-01-06T08:15:00.002-05:002009-01-06T15:26:25.757-05:00

Psyyyych! This was my gift to myself. A life-size cutout Bobby Labonte. Dang, he's one good looking cardboard man!So is my husband of course, but there's something about a man in uniform (even if it is kinda heinous) who's always smiling, never complaining, happy to just not be in a box somewhere. Although I should probably be mindful of the wood stove when he's around... Chris, don't even

Podunk Princessnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900629946717350284.post-90300037154812546432009-01-05T20:47:00.003-05:002009-01-05T20:53:33.876-05:00

Why settle for one when you can have two?Meet Aja Remastered with Bonus Tracks... named after Chris first bird, Aja. So we call him Aja for short. We got Aja to keep Tommy company, and it seems to be working, except for a little aggressive preening on Tommy's part - kind of like Budgie Cell Block H - except they're both males.I think they quite like each other. Once Tommy learns that he can't

Podunk Princessnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900629946717350284.post-11761885788486245962008-12-24T16:06:00.001-05:002008-12-24T16:06:56.428-05:00

Try JibJab Sendables® eCards today!

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This was our first Christmas tree - circa 1981 or 82 (Lisa?). We had to hide it my sister's bedroom so that my grandmother wouldn't see it, and so the cats wouldn't eat (and then poop) tinsel. Even the little Star of David wouldn't have made her any happier about our decision to try out this "tree" thing.It's funny to see Rappaport's wrapping paper - and even some Paper Moon (whatever happened

Podunk Princessnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900629946717350284.post-28179046844620746172008-12-08T21:14:00.006-05:002009-02-03T13:49:46.620-05:00

"Whatever colors you have in your mind...I'll show them to you and you'll see them shine." - Bob Dylan (duh)These are some of the newer earrings for Podunk Princess Designs' highly anticipated 2008 holiday season shopping frenzy! I know we're in a recession - I just like making pretty things - and they happen to be locally made AND affordable too!These earrings, a whole lot of gorgeous necklaces

Podunk Princessnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900629946717350284.post-28994776169131928032008-12-08T18:58:00.023-05:002009-10-03T17:16:39.596-04:00

I seriously think Facebook could save the world. Or at least our souls.It's created a psychologically pleasant phenomenon- a energetic wave of "wow, this is amazing" across the planet as millions of people reconnect after years of "whatever happened to...?"An indescribable sense of self-validation unites those who grew up thinking that they were uncool (am I getting too personal here?) - that

Podunk Princessnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900629946717350284.post-38598803458659206112008-10-29T07:41:00.011-04:002008-11-02T07:13:09.758-05:00

When people ask me what it was like to grow up in New York City, I often reply "Everyone I grew up with either ended up on Fire Island or Rykers Island." It's more like any guy I dated... but the fact remains - I had quite the diverse groups of friends. It's ironic that the "bad" people were often the ones who were the kindest to me... I mean who was going to protect me better than someone who

Podunk Princessnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900629946717350284.post-8316112764718901432008-10-25T17:43:00.005-04:002010-01-23T16:54:37.482-05:00

Photobucket Album

Podunk Princessnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900629946717350284.post-77274998092365624972008-10-17T21:16:00.005-04:002008-11-22T21:37:11.984-05:00

This is my husband Chris on a perfect Sunday morning at the farm. We're finally moved into the new house and he's closing on the Podunk Road house next week. I'm all "yea", but I know it's been tough for him to leave so many memories behind. Even our old dog, Spud (below), is buried in the grape vine. We were planning SpuddyBuddy White and SpuddyBuddy Red, but by the time we moved we just had

Podunk Princessnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900629946717350284.post-51334370608804523292008-10-12T18:13:00.011-04:002008-11-21T13:05:09.686-05:00

Podunk Princess Designs is an "umbrella term" that refers to my numerous creative projects (read: jobs) , the most important (and lucrative) being "Jewelry for My Generation".Right now, a large selection of earrings and necklaces is available at SUNDREES, a great little gift shop right in Trumansburg! If you haven't been there, GO! It's totally worth the trip.I also have a selection of jewelry

Podunk Princessnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900629946717350284.post-69170243914810113332008-10-10T08:29:00.026-04:002008-10-10T10:07:05.375-04:00

Oliver (white) and Dodger (black) are our "rescue dogs", although we didn't really rescue them... we won them. When over 70 people apply to the SPCA to adopt two poodles (well, one poodle, one spoodle) that have been together since they were born (to a breeder), it's more like a lottery jackpot than a rescue. They were willingly given up by a family that didn't want them anymore. They came to

Podunk Princessnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900629946717350284.post-26364533239072637552008-10-02T07:01:00.015-04:002008-10-02T20:10:20.035-04:00

This is where I grew up.944 Park Avenue.Apartment 10-A.That would basically be the whole tenth floor as shown, as 10-B was the whole back half of the building - which I actually would have preferred as I would have been able to survey the P.S. 6 schoolyard to see if anyone was "hanging out". (Before puberty, "hanging out" meant playing stick ball... after puberty, "hanging out" meant "pining

Podunk Princessnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900629946717350284.post-55284641996685106672008-09-27T21:37:00.013-04:002008-09-28T17:55:55.729-04:00

October scenery... fall foliage, denim jackets and fleece vests, back-to-school item overload... and the pink ribbon. I get it. Shit, I got it! But "shave for a cure" razors ??? Come on! And quite frankly, can't "Shower for Cure" foaming gel cover the whole routine?I rant because I can... I mean, I've "honked for a cure" I've kept a pink daily calendar with a matching "HOPE-FAITH-COURAGE"

Podunk Princessnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900629946717350284.post-41146861872171883882008-09-23T22:26:00.013-04:002008-09-27T23:10:49.854-04:00

"I expect I'll regret ya, but the skin graft man won't get ya... you'll be there when I die... tattoooooo" (who else? Pete Townshend)20 years between my shoulder blades... three years since I knew I wanted a pink ribbon, and 20 minutes for my best friend, Liza, to agree to her first ink!Thank you to Jayson at Holy Mother Tattoo in Atlanta.Liza has been my BFF for almost 35 years. 'Nuff

Podunk Princessnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900629946717350284.post-81416332975066517792008-09-19T09:41:00.007-04:002008-09-20T07:43:20.446-04:00

"Out of my way, it's a busy day...I've got things on my mind..."In memory of Rick Wright (Pink Floyd) who recently died of cancer... put on Dark Side of the Moon's "Great Gig in the Sky" and crank it!And "Time" and "Echoes"...

Podunk Princessnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900629946717350284.post-45259022465627359702008-09-09T07:32:00.022-04:002010-03-16T19:16:51.062-04:00

This is an ongoing story, so keep checking back until it's a full article. Note that this was written at the height of Kyle Busch's amazing season...I find it ironic that when people (who "know" me) ask how I could possibly be into NASCAR, and I use the analogy of Dead Tour, or just say "Jerry died", my response is often met with a blank look of "whuh?".Follow me here... or as our friend Scott

Podunk Princessnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900629946717350284.post-31657592246817089392008-08-26T07:02:00.019-04:002008-09-28T20:32:36.385-04:00

I've said it before and I'll say it again... everything looks like boobies after a mastectomy! The linzer tarts, the frosted ceiling lights, wall-mounted fire hydrants (the kind built for two hoses)... Sometimes I'm not even conscious of the fact I've just thought "see? boobies" out loud.Exhibit A: The dogs' Kongs. Just fill with peanut butter and enjoy! Hey, if I were a poodle, I'd love

Podunk Princessnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900629946717350284.post-28187091900551606252008-08-02T21:57:00.022-04:002008-08-04T07:28:45.995-04:00

My friend Abby has no sense of smell.I can think of a hundred reasons to be jealous...#98 being the horrifying realization that farmers spray liquid cow manure on their fields... in the steamy summer... and we live in corn country. But I've known Abby for over 25 years, and I still forget that she can't smell coffee brewing, or coconut suntan oil, or the lone scared skunk in the woods a mile

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