Monthly Archives: September 2012

There’s just something about big earrings that I love. A gal at work showed up with huge silver swirl earrings, three-tiered, nearly resting on her shoulders.
“Love your earrings,” I said.
“You mean my chandeliers?”
I laughed. “I have some chandeliers, but I’m embarrassed to wear them.”
She knew exactly what I was talking about.
I bought the coolest earrings in the world in a little seaside town in central California. They were on sale (of course). I was in love the moment I set eyes on them. Sort of Indian Princess meets Princess Di.
I picked them up. “Only twelve dollars?”
I inspected them. “There must be something wrong with these things.”
I could detect no flaws. I held them up to my ears. Sparkle-y, dangle-y dangles glittered in the sunlight.

I had to have them.
It’s been a year since I carried home my prize, and I still haven’t worn them. Oh, I’ve put them on many times, but the right occasion never seems to present itself. They are too dramatic for church, too casual for a wedding reception, too sparkle-y for work, too obvious for lunch.
At one point, I decided that it wasn’t the occasion that was the problem, it was my outfit. Maybe something subdued, modest even, would be the proper setting for my “chandeliers.” I bought a navy blue turtleneck. Now I just need to find a place to wear the turtleneck.
You’re probably thinking to yourself, “Doesn’t Mari have more important things to worry about?’
Yes! Of course I do . . . which makes my chandelier earring problem so tragic.

I used to visit my Facebook page almost every day, but I haven’t looked at it in over a month. Here’s why: Someone I sort of knew in college asked to friend me, and I said yes. She was a quiet girl, very thoughtful, so I was happy to include her.

Something happened to her since college. She’s become a very angry American citizen who posts dozens of —-wing shibboleths daily. They aren’t even original. She must spend hours surfing the net for super negative stuff to post. I hate to do it, but in order to enjoy Facebook, I am going to have to block her.

I don’t mind people posting their thoughts about our current political situation. That’s perfectly fine. But be positive and be original. If you’re listening, I’m talking to you M— M—.

On a happier note, I love dogs, even the naughty ones. Our little bichon, Bailey, passed away a few years ago. But when he was with us, we always knew when he had done something naughty because he’d hide under the table when we came in the room.

“Bailey, where are you? Come here.”

He’d burrow deeper under the table.

That’s when we started looking around for whatever surprise he’d left us.

There is a website that I recently discovered that is very funny. Dog owners posts photos of their dogs along with a sign describing some hilarious misbehavior. For example, one dog had a sign that said, “I stole a loaf of bread and hide it for a month.” Another had a toilet seat around his neck with a sign that read, “I like to drink toilet water, but I didn’t figure on this complication.”

If you would like to see the site for yourself, it’s at dog-shaming.com