Saturday, May 31, 2008

Keep an open mind Part 2 of 3

There I was looking at, um, shopping sites online when I came across these shoes:

Cute, right?

and then these:

A little too sparkily for my taste, but still interesting.

and finally:

Who doesn't like boots?

Well, do you remember a certain blogger, that claims that a certain shoe should only be worn by children or gardeners?

Oh, look, here she is:

Well sit down, CamiKaos, all those shoes were made by:

Disclaimer: this blog post is in no way recommending that you buy Crocs. Having never felt or seen the above mentioned shoes in person, I cannot make a real suggestion. This was just a very long winded jab at CamiKaos. Thank you.

Thursday, May 29, 2008

Keep an open mind Part 1 of 3

We went to see Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull the other day. I really, really, really wanted to like it. I cheered when they did the first sequence with his hat, I cheered when he finally showed up, I cheered when his original love interest showed up, and I cheered when it was finally over and we could go home.

But, before the movie (which I recommend you wait to see on DVD) there was a preview for a movie. The graphics were amazing, and they made Martin go "OOOOOOOOOOOhhhhh, I want to see that!" and they made me say, "Ah, crap...."

But the movie was a sequel, so of course Martin begged to rent the first part of the series. I agreed (but figured I would just spend the time on the laptop or let him watch it alone). But I watched it. And I liked it. And I am avoiding telling you what the name of the movie is because I am embarrassed for myself.

The color and graphics were amazing, there was actually a storyline, it was violent but not gory, and I actually want to know what happens next.

Tuesday, May 27, 2008

Take A Food Vacation

With the way that gas prices are (high) and they way that we are (tired) we decided that instead of going away for the long holiday weekend, we would would holiday at home.

We took a food vacation. No, not a vacation from food. A vacation at home, where we went to new food places.

You can certainly look for inspiration in a a travel book, like one from EatShopGuides, the local newspaper or do what we did and go where our friends suggested.

We went with our friends, CamiKaos and Dr. Normal to:

Curds & Whey Cheese shop in Sellwood, OR

It was fromagical. (Get it? fromage+ magical=fromagical!)

Staccato Gelato (New location in Sellwood, OR!)

(This is where we all witnessed gelato murder, because Cami had to have it in a cone. Very sad. Very, very sad.)


Yum. Cheese.

Matt Walker
took us to:

Hollywood Farmers' Market

Fleur De Lis Bakery

Did I mention that Matt is single? Ladies, go say hello to Matt.

and finally Katherine and Aaron Gray took us to


Where the very chivalrous Aaron, made the mistake of offering to change seats with me. His
reward, was getting wet from a lighting and rain storm.

Martin and I had never been to any of these places before, so it was a great experience. And spending time with friends is always a good way to spend a vacation.

Friday, May 23, 2008

Check for symptoms

I bought the Merck Manual a while back, it's one of my favorite reference books. It clearly explains signs and symptoms of illnesses and has some great illustrations of the body. If something weird is happening to myself or my husband, I often consult it.

Well, my husband has been acting strangely for the last few weeks.

It all started when I found this in the games cabinet:

(Bunnies drawn by K, daughter of CamiKaos and Dr. Normal.)

Then, I noticed that the fridge was covered with these:

(Pictures by K and our friend's 3 year old daughter, E.)

But, I got really worried, when I sent Martin to the store because he hated the new sunblock I bought. (Which I love!) He says, "It kills dolphins." (He just doesn't like the spray part, fine, more for me.)

This is what he came back with:

He claims it was the only one with a high SPF. Uh-huh. I don't need the Merck Manual for this diagnosis, my husband obviously has kid fever.

Wednesday, May 21, 2008

Follow Up

As you know, my father asked me to blog about the fact that he was meeting Terry Baker, and as you know, my father did not send me a picture in time for my blog post.

If you have no idea what I am talking about, read this, then come back and join the rest of us.

Moving on, here it is. A picture of Terry Baker and my Dad, Raymond Hollander.

(Sadly, there is no choking going on.)

I love how my Dad snuck the EcoTrust booklet into the photo!

Hey EcoTrust, that man deserves a raise!

Monday, May 19, 2008

Look out for safety orange

Hunters use it, construction workers use it, even runners and Quaker buggies use it.

Safety orange.

When you see safety orange, you are supposed to look out, be aware and be extra careful. Well, I'm not sure if it was the weather, or whatnot, but I failed at this task.

You see, on Friday, I saw this outside my window:

(Look how he just pops out because he is wearing safety orange! Ok fine it's really safety yellow but you get my point.)

Now, I know that there is construction going on around the corner, but I was too focused on the fact that I was taking pictures of this guy without him even knowing it. Since HE was in safety orange and not I.

Well, today, he got me back, big time:

Because of where the foreman parked, I can hear all their conversations regarding pipe sizes, blue prints, curb lengths and easements. Knowledge, that I am totally going to put on my resume.

Friday, May 16, 2008

There is such a thing as a free lunch: Part 3 of 3

(This is the one were you get a chance for a free lunch.)

I bet you thought I was the only one around here that could get a free lunch! Nope! Listen up!

To celebrate the new features just released on Treasurelicious, I am offering YOU a free lunch with me! I'm calling it the "Lunch with Lia" promotion.

All you have to do is get 3 of your friends to sign up for and use Treasurelicious and then email me with a list of the friends that signed up! Then you and I get to have lunch and I am paying!

Now, I don't want to exclude those of you that are geographically challenged (i.e. not in the Oregon/Washington area), so I am planning on awarding you with something too, I just haven't quite decided yet.

Did I forget to mention what's new at Treasurelicious? Sorry, I'm just a little too excited.

* Directions, tips and tricks for how to add Treasurelicious to 12 DIFFERENT blogging platforms! If you've been waiting to add Treasurelicious to your blog, wait no longer, the directions are right there!

* Comment using Twitter: this means people can use Twitter to write comments about your treasures and broadcast them ACROSS THE UNIVERSE!

For example:

So, let your friends know about Treasurelicious! I'm getting hungry and I don't want to eat alone.

Wednesday, May 14, 2008

There is such a thing as a free lunch: Part 2 of 3

(This is the one where my Dad buys me lunch in order to get mentioned on my blog.)

"Hi blogger!" said my Dad. (This is how he greets me now. Even though he and Mom picked out a perfectly lovely name for me years ago.)

"I've got a great story for you to blog about!" he says "Do you remember 1962?"

"Oh yes, clear as day." I say (I was born in 1975).

"Well as you know, I went to Villanova University, and in 1962, the Liberty Bowl [football game] was held between Villanova and Oregon State University.
A man named Terry Baker made a 99 yard touchdown for OSU, winning the game.

Well, he has a business in town, and tomorrow I am going to see him, to give him a check from Ecotrust [this is where my Daddy works] and I am going to have your Mom come along and take a picture."

"Are you going to strangle him in it?" I say.

"Heh, no." he says.

A little bit later I can over hear my Dad talking to my husband. I hear the "going to meet him tomorrow..." and then I hear my husband say, "Are you going to put him in a headlock?" and I snicker to myself.

After lunch at the yummy City Lights Cafe (which we are positive had nothing to do with the "plumbing emergency" that happened at the nearby Little River Cafe) he reaches over to get the check and says, "So, is this worth putting in your blog? He's a Heisman Trophy winner."

"Well, Dad, I keep pretty tight publishing dates, do you think you can get me the photo before Wednesday?"

"Oh, yes! No problem." he says.

So here it is, a photo of my father with Terry Baker:

My father, who continued to ask every weekend, if my homework was done. (Even after I had graduated from college.)


I'm hoping that Terry Baker doesn't have my Dad in a headlock somewhere.

Sunday, May 11, 2008

There is such a thing as a free lunch: Part 1 of 3

(This is the one about free tickets.)

Back in November 2007, when I started blogging, I never, ever, imagined that I would have 100 people look at my site, let alone the 3,000 that have now graced me with their presence. I never dreamed that I would meet people at parties, go to introduce myself and have them say, "Oh, I know who YOU are!" I never thought I'd be emailing Guy Kawasaki, meeting the adorable children of the pillars of the Portland Tech Community, never, ever, ever.

So I was surprised to get an email from Tim Krause of The Milagro Theatre inviting me and a guest to see The Labyrinth of Desire, with the hopes that I would then review the play on my blog. Sadly, I was not able to make the dates, but sent them an email thanking them for inviting me, asking them to keep me on their list and saying that I might give them a little blog love anyway.

Well, it turns out that my parents went. And they paid for tickets. So thanks to them, I do in fact have a review.


Mom: "It had lots of fighting and lots of kissing."

Dad: "Three feet away from our faces!"

So, if you are in to fighting and kissing. (And, admit it, who isn't) Please go check out The Milagro Theatre's The Labyrinth of Desire and tell them that Missburrows sent you.

That ought to confuse the heck out of them.

Friday, May 9, 2008

Stamp out hunger

So I was going to write a post about the fact that in the United States, this Saturday May 10th, is the Stamp Out Hunger food drive.

Tuesday, May 6, 2008

Stimulate your environment.

Guess what? It's National Masturbation Month!

For your pleasure: 4 great reasons to masturbate, plus an extra special 5th reason.

1) You can't get pregnant when you masturbate.

2) You can't get/give a Sexually Transmitted Disease, or a Sexually Transmitted Infection when you masturbate.

3) No one knows you the way that you do.

4) You don't need to clean the house, get new sheets or wear sexy lingerie in order to impress yourself.


5) Stimulate the economy and yourself by having a "vibrating lunch" (aptly named by CamiKaos). Have lunch with friends, then go to your favorite sex toy retailer and use your "economic stimulus package" to buy yourself something that will make you forget about the high gas prices for a while.

Ok, hop to it, you've got 25.5 days left!

Sunday, May 4, 2008

At BarCamp, you can have the time of your life.

There I was, on day two of BarCamp Portland, eating dinner with Dawn Foster, Todd Kenefsky, Katherine Gray and this guy I call "my husband", when all of a sudden I felt a warm feeling behind me. I saw whispers of a ethereal light, a heavenly glowing light and when I turned around to see what it was, I saw this:

The Silicon Florist


Rick Turoczy. Noted blogger, doting husband and father, and lover of all things start-uppity in Portland.
(Photo stolen from Scott Kveton.)

And then. He spoke. "Well, hello, Missburrows, he said (with a slight Southern drawl) and how are you doing on this fine day?"

My heart was racing, my palms were sweaty (It was Rick Turoczy! Granted, not this Rick, but still!)

I opened my mouth, and said:

"I carried a watermelon."

He looked at me for a moment, then said, "Well, then you should probably put that in your Treasurelicious list, now shouldn't you."

I nodded my head.

Then I watched as he started to float away, leaving a trail of lightly scented rose petals behind in his footsteps.

*Warning: There is a slight chance that this did not actually happen, that I was hallucinating, so if you see Rick, please, please, (FOR THE LOVE OF GOD) do not ask him. Thank you.

Friday, May 2, 2008

Listen to the supermarket checker.

As you may or may not know (pay attention!) I lived on the East Coast most of my life. There, when you go to the supermarket, you get your groceries, bring them to the checker, pay and leave. There is no chit-chat, like there is here on the West Coast. No one tells you about how they just caught their husband cheating on them and how they fixed him good by putting sugar in his gas tank...but I digress.

Normally, I just nod and smile and try not to get sucked in to "supermarket small talk". But the other day, I learned my lesson.

Jose was busily scanning all my food. When he got to the package of chicken breasts (that I had dutifully packaged in an extra plastic bag), he said. "Whooaa!! Did you smell these?"

To which I said, "what the hell are you talking about?" "why no, I don't believe that I did."

"They smell gross, said Jose, "here, smell!"

I waved the chicken breasts away and said, "No, thanks. I believe you."

He placed the offending food to the side and called for someone to bring me some more.

He went back to scanning my food and putting it in shopping bags.

When he was all done, the other guy still hadn't come to the register, so Jose said, "Well, I guess we'll just have to wait for your breasts."

To which I am pretty sure I made this face:

Jose starting apologizing, and I said, "No worries, breasts are always worth waiting for."