Friday, December 19, 2008

I Married a Monkey and My Crazy Ass Friend

Friday, December 19, 2008....

With the first snowfall upon us, there is not much to do other than stay in, stay warm and drink champagne. Okay, maybe drinking champagne is not necessary, but it was tasty.

During the course of the evening, I had two very disturbing conversations. The first with a friend of mine. We were discussing her "possible" work happy hour at her condo the last week of December. I told her to invite the guy she likes and after getting through all the excuses of why he might not come, it came down to this one line: "he can't ravage me in the bathroom because I only have one clean one". After my shock wore off, all I could muster was "excuse me?"

She explained they would be in the other bathroom which isn't clean (take aside the obvious fact she could clean it before the event) I explained that a man, ravaging a woman for the first time, would not notice the state of her bathroom. After that statement, I couldn't utter anything else because I thought her logic to be absurd.

So, that was conversation # 1 that left me baffled. The other one was with the hubby.

Every year, my family has a grab bag for Christmas. Now that he is part of the fold, he is participating. He drew my nephew's name and actually purchased one of the items via my nephew's directions through eBay. He paid on December 3rd, but when I questionned him earlier in the week, he was a bit stumped as to why it hadn't arrived. [Note: at the moment, we still have two residences and he had it shipped to the location where Christmas is not being held] He contacted the seller and was told that the item was shipped the day before, but the seller did not offer up a tracking number when asked. As of today, the package is still MIA and he doesn't really seem to care.

I don't think he grasps that Christmas is once per year and we only see my nephew on Christmas. Unfortunately, I made the mistake of telling my nephew of the shipping issues the other day and today he asked if the package arrived. I completely understand why he would be bummed if there was no gift for him under the tree. My husband does not understand the big deal of not having a gift under the tree.

As I relayed this story to my sister, I wondered out loud if my husband was raised by monkeys and that I had married one. He's lovable and laid back and always happy -- a monkey (no he doesn't smell or do the other things that monkeys do) however, the fact remains, he's a monkey. I married a monkey.

I later shared this revelation with my hubby and his comment was "I have a tag that reads LMB's Monkey". A statement only a monkey would say.

My sister suggested I needed more champagne. She might be right.

Wednesday, December 17, 2008


Wednesday, December 17, 2008....

Did you ever have one of those dreams where it was so real it woke you up? It's frustrating. I usually end up mad at the person because they've done something to upset me or I can't explain my position. Today was the latter.

Recently, my friend's husband, he's also my friend, lost his job. My gf told me that I was no longer allowed to speak to him as she thought I was a bad influence. I didn't understand what she meant by her comment until she explained that I was out-of-work far too long and should be gainfully employed.

I tried explaining our positions were like comparing apples and oranges. Yes, both were fruit, but that is where the similarities ended.

I have two major strikes against me: 1) the type of job I do is very specialized (although I've stretched the skills to fit in many other positions); and 2) the openings I do find are 1/2 way across the country and I'm not relocating.

At first, I couldn't figure out why I had this dream and now I have. Although I've been diligent about my search, it's still 7 months that I've been unemployed. I think I'm just as baffled by it as others. One consolidation is knowing there is a two to three month lag before hearing back on an opportunity I've applied for (I know this because I track dates and such on an excel spreadsheet - yes, I can be a bit anal).

In real-life there is an individual, not my gf in the dream, who has made rude and painful comments to me regarding my situation. Listening to them has underminded my confidence and the dream helped me realize this. The dream helped me realize that her comments are just chatter.

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

The War of Penguins & Snowmen....

Tuesday, December 16, 2008.....

How darn cute are these fellas....

My sister and I were thumbing through the Williams-Sonoma Christmas catalog and she was commenting how yummy the snowmen looked and how cute the penguins were. Although, I agree 100%, that wasn't what I thought when I first looked at them. Instead, I imagined the penguins on a conveyor belt and literally falling off the table onto the floor. This vision cracked me up (yes, I understand I have too much time on my hands -- or I need to get out more) and then declared it would be great if the snowmen and penguins were lined up facing one another for combat --- the Snowball Combat of 2008!

Well, today they arrived! She sent them to me. They are the cutest things in the world! The penguins are half the size of the snowmen and unless they peck the bottoms of the snowmen, I'd say they'd lose in combat....

Thanks sis!

A Cartoon to Put Anyone in the Christmas Spirit.....

Tuesday, December 16, 2008.....

Can anyone guess?

One of the cartoons that will stop me in my tracks for every year is "A Charlie Brown Christmas". It's a classic and I plan on watching it tonight by the fire with a yummy hot cocoa.

Happy Holidays.....

Saturday, December 13, 2008

Celebrity News....

Saturday, December 13, 2008.....

My sister is a celeb news whore.... I typically am not, but couldn't resist commenting on this headline:

"American Pie' Star Tara Reid checks into rehab" (source: AP)

Really? Seriously? This made it as news headline ? I don't know about you, but it must have been a slow news day to print this because I wasn't shocked at all. In fact, I thought she had already been in rehab and AP was either recycling headlines or inadvertently reprinted an old news item.

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Things That Make Me Go Hmmmm...

Wednesday, December 10, 2008....

Last night, my hubby and I went through the Starbucks drive-thru to pick up the salted caramel hot cocoa holiday drink. Christmas time always has me craving certain drinks - hot cocoa being one of them. I convinced hubby that the drink was yummy and he agreed to try it.

We pull up, order our drink and are told they are out of the drink, but they would be happy to salt our hot cocoa for us. We both looked at each other and told the barista, thanks, but no thanks.

As we were pulling out of the lot, we were a bit bewildered with the offer. I believe that the caramel is salted and that is what gives the drink a yummy flavor. All I could imagine is getting to the bottom of the salted hot cocoa and taking that last sip and swallowing a mouthful of salt - YUCK....

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

Tacky Chrismas Gift Ideas.....

Wednesday, December 9, 2008.....

Every family has its traditions and mine is no exception. We have a traditional grab bag type of arrangement where we pick names as soon as we opened our holiday gift and know whom we purchase for the next year (okay, someone keeps a list because who can really remember after a day of heavy drinking and food???).

Another tradition is a "tacky" Chinese grab bag. We are limited to $20 and my competitive family strives to bring the tackiest gift possible. Unfortunately, my husband hasn't quite gotten the concept and actually wanted the gift I threw into the mix last year (motion sensor noisy rooster -- yes, it is sitting in my attic).

This year I'm taxed with coming up with 2 gifts and am going blank. You'd think with all my time gifted to me being unemployed I'd have the greatest idea. Nope. Not a single thought.

Personally, my favorite contribution to date is the Librarian Action figure that shushed people because of her movable arm (

I'm hoping I didn't peak with that gift. I'm desperate for suggestions. I need another source than as it is becoming a major source for most of the gifts in the exchange.

Any thoughts?

Monday, December 8, 2008

Guardian Angel....

Monday, December 8, 2008.....

Ever have one of those days when you know someone is looking out for you? Cheering you on. Ensuring that stumbling blocks are cleared for you.

I don't consider myself a spiritual person, but I do recognize days or situations when fate steps in and actually helps me (I also recognize when fate screws with me for fun).

Today was one of those days. I had an interview in NYC. It was late afternoon and right by Grand Central Station so no rushing was needed from the train station to the interview. No getting lost. No cutting it short because the trains only run hourly into the city until a certain time. This has always been a common occurrence when going into NYC for any appointment. Not today.

Today, I had a nice leisurely morning. Checked the company's website for any updated news and went through my notes from the first phone interview. I was ready and out the door 1/2 hour prior to my train departing. I always love to get to the station early, no matter the temperature. However, today, the time gods abandoned me.

As I was heading to the entrance of I-95, I noticed traffic progressively slowing down, and then, the inevitable standstill. The entrance was in site, but I knew it would take another 15 minutes to get to the actual entrance. I had already wasted 10minutes getting nowhere, so I did the only thing I could --- pulled a U-turn on a very busy road. I have turbo and used it. Barely escaping a car wreck (did I mention that a huge SUV was blocking my ability to see the oncoming traffic I'd be turning into??).

I pulled into the station at the time of the scheduled train departure, but it was late. Yippee for me! I tried to buy a ticket with cash at the ticket machine, but it couldn't give me the change -- unfortunately, too little time to hop on the train to try again using credit card. Luckily, hit up the hubby for some cash yesterday and was able to buy a ticket on the train without annoying the conductor by using the only other bill in wallet which was $100.

I got to the interview in time, met with three lovely women and hope that my Guardian Angel was with me and convinced them that having 3 out of 4 qualities needed for the position gets me in. I'm hoping they realize that I have a brain and could learn the last rusty skill set of mine - financials. They even mentioned setting me up with additional training.

I haven't a clue how I did, but will know more in a couple of weeks. If they liked me, next step is a Finance for Dummies book and a meeting with the CFO in Massachusetts.

Sunday, December 7, 2008

Thing(s) I Wish For.....

Sunday, December 7, 2008....

Yeah, I know I should be wishing for full-time employment, but that's not what I've been thinking about lately. I've been thinking about the first apartment I had when I graduated college.

I lived in this great brownstone on Beacon Street in Boston. It was an amazing one bedroom condo, rent controlled, but that is not what made it great. It had character and charm with the high ceilings, arched ways, enormous windows and great rooftop views of the Citgo sign.

I worked in Cambridge, but during the summer walked home from work because I could. At night, the roads were well lit and you always passed people on the street.

Last night, I was driving home from my friend's house and as I made my way through the unlit back roads to my house, I realized how I longed for the hustle and bustle of the busy Boston streets.

If in Boston, I would have seen where I was driving and realized that although I was following some patch of pavement, it wouldn't have been the entrance to someone's driveway. It would have been the main road I needed to be one.

Luckily, I only skidded slightly when I realized that I was heading into a private driveway and veered back onto the road.

The first skid of the season always unravels me a bit. Luckily, it prepared me for the two larger ones I had further down the road.

I've come to the conclusion that snow falling is so much prettier to watch from the windows inside the house than inside your car when driving in it.

Saturday, December 6, 2008

Happy Birthday

Saturday, December 6, 2008....


I'm very fortunate to have you as my sister and am lucky enough that you're also my dear friend.....



Thursday, December 4, 2008

The Year of Big Santa

Thursday, December 4, 2008....

Since I'm hosting Christmas this year, I plan on pulling out all my Christmas paraphernalia. This includes, dishes, napkins, nutcrackers and nutcracker place cards (just to name a few). I even plan on hiding the pickle ornament for the surprise gift under the tree, not sure what the surprise gift should be yet.

Years ago, my dad (very crafty) made a HUGE larger than life-size plywood Santa. Personally, poinsettias and mantel decorating have always been my thing, but I inherited the Santa and he's been in the garage for several years. Just collecting dust. Poor Santa.

Well, this is the year, I believe, that Santa will be escaping the garage and taking his rightful position on the front lawn. I figured this is the easiest way to welcome people to the house Christmas day. Of course, I haven't figured out the logistics of getting him down from the ceiling or lighting him up at night.

I know my dad will be happy to see Santa again, but wonder if the neighbors that had the 15 chickens, trying to quick sell their home will appreciate it. Hmmmm....

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

My Bank Rant.....

Wednesday, December 3, 2008....

I'm furious with my bank. It's bad enough that there are alot of stupid charges associated with keeping my money in their bank, but I've hit my wall.

Over the past few months, I've deposited some change into my account and every time I do, they skim off the top. I know I can count. I know what I deposit and yet my Bank skims off the top. I don't believe they charge for this service, but if they do, they haven't informed me of this.

I actually wrote the bank. I know many would say, "what's the big deal?". Sure, it ranges from $0.30 to $0.55 each time, but it adds up.

I guess I wouldn't be ranting so much if my Bank informed me there is a fee for this service. I just hate hidden fees.....

Top Ten Favorite Christmas Movies....

Wednesday, December 3, 2008....

Tis the season for days and days of Christmas movies on the Family Channel and Lifetime, but I've identified my Top Ten in no random order.

Before people take a second glance, they will not see Christmas Story that TBS runs for its Christmas Day Marathon. I know, it's the favorite of many people, but not for me. I was overdosed as a kid by my friend who endlessly quoted lines from the move during the month of December (thanks Dave).

So here there are in no particular order:

1. It's a Wonderful Life - love Jimmy Stewart.

2. Scrooge - 1951? version, but don't quote me on that.

3. Bachelor Mother - Ginger Rogers and David Niven.

4. Holiday Affair - Robert Mitchum & Janet Leigh

5. Christmas in Connecticut - Barbara Stanwyck

6. Home Alone.

7. Love Actually.

8. Scrooged - Bill Murray

9. Miracle on 34th Street - Original Version

10. White Christmas - Bing Crosby

I know I've missed some and am always open for suggestions.

It should also be noted I love, love, love Christmas cartoons! However, there are so many that they deserve their own entry.

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

Lawn Ornaments....

Tuesday, December 2, 2008....

Can anyone explain the deal with lawn ornaments? Wait. That was harsh. I'm not the yard police and know that everybody has the freedom to express their need for the plastic year-round lawn deer (don't confuse this entry with Christmas lawn ornaments that come down sometime prior to Mother's Day). I've also seen stone bunnies, gnomes, skunks and fake dogs, but today, I saw my first ceramic gopher/woodchuck on someone's lawn.

Next to the very shiny lawn gopher were two welcome signs. The gopher was life size positioned at the end of the lawn and wonder, how long do these people think that gopher will remain there. Seriously, it is in the perfect position, close to the road, for a snatching.

I have two thoughts about this gopher....1) how long will it last? I say 5 days; and 2) will it be stolen as by a teenager as part of a prank; or by a neighbor to restore the beauty of the neighborhood.


Monday, December 1, 2008

No Time for Dessert......

Monday, December 1, 2008.....

I mentioned in an earlier blog that I am HUGE Top Chef fan and was excited about eating at Craft this weekend for the first time.

I haven't admitted this, but I am a food snob. It's not that I won't try new foods, it is that I judge a restaurant by my ability to make the dish. Basically, if I can make it better and they overcharge, well, it doesn't get a star. Sometimes, the food may not be the best I've eaten, but if the atmosphere and service is great, well, I can overlook so-so food. To me, dining out, is an entire experience.

I've never experienced a restaurant in which the service, food and bar were bad, but did Saturday night.

For this entry, I've asked for feedback from my sister and girlfriend about our experience. I've only added where needed because I think my sister captured our experience extremely well.


Hello, regular followers of this blog....I am Little Ms. Blogger's older sister (one of several). I'm the sister who went to France, and who went to see Harry Connick Jr with LMB and the other guest blogger, whom I like to call Poncho Girl for her love of the poncho. You can call me Yoga Girl since that's a passion of mine.

Anyway - the 3 of us are big Top Chef fans. We usually go into New York several times a year to catch some kind of play/musical performance. The tradition is that each of us takes turns and finds a restaurant for us to try. After watching the 2nd Top Chef show where they are all slaving away at Craft, Tom Colicchio's restaurant, I thought - "that would be fun to try". Oddly enough, Poncho Girl also thought the same thing, so LMB made a reservation there for the preconcert festivities. The concert started at 8 - dinner was at 5:30. Perfect timing, wouldn't you think? Plenty of time to eat and not be rushed, right? If you guessed win a prize.

Tom, Tom, Tom - how could something I looked so forward to be SO DISAPPOINTING????? We got there promptly at 5:30, first table of the evening. A party who came in after us were seated first, as they appeared to be friends of the wait staff. We waited for 5 or 10 minutes to be seated. Come on people - how could you be behind from the get go? So - strike #1 for the restaurant.

LMB Comment - Yoga girl only noticed that one group of people that were seated prior because they were friends with waitstaff,ummm, wrong. There were 2 groups.

The decor was nice - we all enjoyed that. We also enjoyed the fancy copper sink in the ladies' restroom. Everything was a la carte = $$$$. Okay, I was expecting that.

LMB Comment - Atmosphere was a nice as posted on the Craft website.

However, Yoga Girl did not expect the following:

1) Everything was too salty. LMB, who is basically a salt worshiper, even agreed, so you know it was bad. (LMB - she's right, salt is key in my world)

2) Service was slow. Now, it could have had something to do with the kitchen but it took us about 2 hours to get through dinner and we couldn't order dessert since we had to leave to catch the show. And I enjoy not rushing through dinner, but this was ridiculous. As a person who generally looks at dessert first to plan her dinner, I was very sad about no dessert. I had already perused the menu prior to going and had decided on what I was going to have for dessert. But alas, I was denied. No pumpkin fritters for Yoga Girl, no sirree. Poncho Girl had her heart set on some kind of marshmallow dessert she saw and even wore a little scarf that looked like marshmallows strung together in honor of her anticipated dessert so her entire outfit was for naught, even though it was very festive.

LMB Comment - It was obvious that the food sat under the food lamp too long. The one braised short rib I received was really dry and chewy which is hard to do if cooked in hot liquid for hours unless the sauce burned off.

3) Did not have the ingredients to make Bellinis. Come on, that is a fairly standard champagne cocktail. The only thing they could make was a Mimosa and you don't drink those at dinner - although I love a good Mimosa, it's a brunch drink, along with Bloody Marys.

LMB Comment - okay there is a bit more to this. The house margarita had so much tequila in it that you could smell the drink. I also don't appreciate that the wait staff assumed I was an idiot and would swap out a Bellini with a mimosa. I would have appreciated her stating no and promoting the house champagne drink. Also, if you have a James Beard award on your wall and mixology is as important in today's dining experience, get some staples in bar. The fact that there is a kitchen makes it easy to have simple syrup on hand.

Poncho Girl decided to write out a comment card when we paid the bill. I could swear that the wait staff read it, since when we went to pick up our coats at the front of the restaurant, we all got "to go" gingerbread muffins in a cellophane wrapper. I devoured mine in the cab and it was pretty tasty - but seeing as there's no separate bakery on site, etc, we were all baffled by this. I will say it was the best thing I ate, along with the bread. It's hard to screw bread up, generally speaking.

LMB Comment - ummm....can you say "wrong"??? What's up with handing a patron a muffin on the way out of the restaurant? Unlike my sister, I gave most to my hubby the next day. Since my sister commented that it was the best part of the meal, I had to try a bite. Not a bread girl, I missed out on the other yummy part of the meal she enjoyed.

The irony of all this to me was that all the things that Tom rides the cheftestants for on Top Chef, he is violating in his own restaurant! I will continue to watch religiously but I will not be able to stifle any giggles or yelling back at the set when he comments on seasoning, slow service, etc.

LMB Comment - I think Tom needs to revisit his restaurant again and get involved. I know that he's busy, but so is Eric Ripert. I have to say, after eating at his restaurant, Le Bernadin, several years back to celebrate my 40th with friends, it is still one of most memorable meals to date. I know that it is for my sister and Poncho Girl.

Although I know LMB wanted to keep the restaurant discussion separate from the concert discussion, I was so excited to learn that not only did we have rock star seating (5th row floor), we were sitting behind Harry's family, including his model wife Jill Goodacre and Bernadette Peters. Since I have to confess a passion for all celebrity sightings, I was in heaven. Harry could have played more Christmas music, since it was a Christmas concert, but it was fun all the same. If you like his music, you need to see him live. He's very entertaining and puts on a great show. Not to mention that he's totally cute. What more could you ask for?

So - thanks for reading my guest post - both Poncho Girl and I said to LMB that she had to blog about dinner, and that we wanted to add our $.02 - so hope you enjoyed mine!

Sunday, November 30, 2008

Harry Connick Jr......

Sunday, November 30, 2008.....

AWESOME is the only word to describe my experience at the concert.

My sister is a member of his fan club so we were able to score 5th row seats and sat behind his friends and family. This included his kids, wife and actress Bernadette Peters. I haven't a clue how old Bernadette Peters is, but she is definitely one of those people that is much smaller and younger looking in person than on camera.

Harry started with one of his classic Christmas tunes and throughout the evening, incorporated some of his famous New Orleans numbers that I've seen him play over the years. Highlights was seeing him sing with his daughter (Kate) and play with this great musician he always plays with whose name escapes me (yeah, I know, I suck for not being able to give kudos to a great musician).

He was an engaging performer with the audience. He talked about his wife and it was interesting to see her getting into his music, taking pics of him and his kids standing on their chairs clapping for him at the end of the performance. You might think they'd take his singing for granted and not appreciate his talent, but so completely opposite.

I was fortunate enough to sit so close, but unfortunate to sit next to the drunk woman who'd scream on the top of her lungs (50% in my ears) causing the reaction of Harry's entire family to turn and stare over my way several times throughout the performance. Harry, himself, looked over and even mentioned the word "security" at one point throughout the performance.

My sister, the world's biggest fan, couldn't be happier. If you have a chance to see him, do, it is worth it.

I will be inviting two guest bloggers for my next entry to help capture our experience at Craft restaurant. Let's just say, there is so much to comment about our experience that it deserves its own headline....and....I didn't want the wonderful experience we had at the concert to be muddled in with our comments about Craft.


Saturday, November 29, 2008

My Official Start of the Christmas Season....

Saturday, November 29, 2008.......

Today marks the official start of the holiday season for me. Today, I'm going into NYC for dinner and to see Harry Connick Jr in concert to promote his new Christmas CD and have only two words -- Woo Hoo!

Typically, I trek into NYC for a play and a great dinner with my sister and a friend several times a year, but limited funds curtailed these outings for me. My sister, huge fan of HCJr, purchased tickets for us to go.

I've seen Harry Connick play many times over the years, but have to admit, I always associate him with Christmas music. To me, he rivals Bing Crosby (White Christmas album) that played constantly in my parent's home as a child.

I've haven't heard his new CD yet, but can't imagine one bad song. Great music coupled with 4th row seats, this will be a very fun concert.

Dinner, selected by all of us, is at Tom Colicchio's restaurant, Craft. We're all Top Chef fans and curious to sample the food and experience created by Tom.


Friday, November 28, 2008

Reflection of a Thanksgiving Tradition

Friday, November 28, 2008.....

Thanksgiving went off without a hitch. I do admit that I miss calling my mom and asking her what the giblets look like. For the past 12 years, I've hosted Thanksgiving and make my own stock. The recipe would call for the neck and giblets, but I'd always confuse them with the heart. Mom, always cooking up all parts of the bird for herself to eat would reassure me every year that I had selected the right one.

This year, I figured it out on my own. I had to. This year my mom is in a nursing home with Alzheimer's.

It's odd the traditions you pick up. Whether serving bread stuffing without mushrooms, a five course meal or who carves the bird, everyone seems to embrace traditions. Other than having a turkey at Thanksgiving and French Canadian stuffing being served, there are very few food traditions. I think my personal tradition was making the call to my mom every year.

The day was nice and we added a new person to the table. My family did not scare him off so he'll be back for Christmas.

I hope that everyone had a great day!

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

I Did Something Stupid

Wednesday, November 26, 2008...

I'm unemployed and bought a meat slicer. Why? Good question, but am extremely excited over the purchase (actually, I will use it).

I love kitchen gadgets and wonder if there are support groups for people with too many cookbooks or kitchen gadgets/appliances. If so, my sister says I need to join.

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

My 10 Favorite Guilty Pleasures....

Tuesday, November 25, 2008....

Andy, author of, asked other bloggers to give a little info about them so he can get to know his readers better. So here are My 10 Favorite Guilty Pleasures:

1. Older Lifetime Movies. Not just any Lifetime movie, but the older ones. Ya know, the ones based on a true story involving murder of a family member. Some great ones include Judith Light using arsenic, Meredith Baxter Birney portraying the bitter wife killing her ex and ex's new wife and Valerie Bertinelli ones.

2. Not Going to Church. I was raised in a very strict Catholic household. Recently, I haven't been to church. Oh hell, who am I kidding, I haven't been to church in years and believe the last time I went, it was for a baptism or funeral. So why do I feel guilty? Two words. Catholic. Guilt.

3. Caller ID. Need I say more.

4. Cell Phone Reception. Great way to get off the phone when the conversation is tense or boring. You mention that you're going through a rough patch; or pretend you can't hear them.

5. Google Search. I love to Google people. If you haven't and own a computer you're either a) too young to understand the value of this; or b) lying.

6. Pizza Delivery Place. I live in the burbs and 2 minutes from a pizza place, but will order from another and wait 45 minutes if I'm too lazy to get into car to drive the 2 minutes.

7. Convincing My Ex that it isn't Healthy for Women to Change a Cat Liter Box. I never explained the circumstances as to the why it wasn't healthy, but for 12 years until we divorced, I never changed a box.

8. Realty T.V. Shows. Really. Who doesn't love a great trashy reality show?

9. Listening to Others in Restaurants. My sister is much better than I am at this, but you sometimes hear the greatest stuff.

10. Stealing the Good Pillows from Hubby at Bedtime.

In Spirit of the Thanksgiving Holiday....

Tuesday, November 25, 2008.....

Everyone needs a chuckle around the holidays to relieve the stress. My friend forwarded this joke and I thought I'd share.

A young man named John received a parrot as a gift. The parrot had a bad attitude and an even worse vocabulary. Every word out of the bird's mouth was rude, obnoxious and laced with profanity. John tried and tried to change the bird's attitude by consistently saying only polite words, playing soft music and anything else he could think of to "clean up" the bird's vocabulary. Finally, John was fed up and he yelled at the parrot. The parrot yelled back. John shook the parrot and the parrot got angrier and even ruder. John, in desperation, threw up his hand, grabbed the bird and put him in the freezer.

For a few minutes the parrot squawked and kicked and screamed. Then suddenly there was total quiet. Not a peep was heard for over a minute. Fearing that he'd hurt the parrot, John quickly opened the door to the freezer. The parrot calmly stepped out onto John's outstretched arms and said "I believe I may have offended you with my rude language and actions. I'm sincerely remorseful for my inappropriate transgressions and I fully intend to do everything I can to correct my rude and unforgivable behavior."

John was stunned at the change in the bird's attitude. As he was about to ask the parrot what had made such a dramatic change in his behavior, the bird continued, "May I ask what the turkey did?"

Monday, November 24, 2008

Friday Night Jazz

Tuesday, November 25, 2008....

Friday night, I invited two friends over for dinner and then headed to a quaint inn to listen to a jazz quartet. Our friend's quartet was going to play and I was excited to hear the music.

Most jazz performances I've seen promote the piano, but my friend is a drummer so I was curious to his selections. In addition to the drums, he had a vibraphone, guitar and bass player (is jazz really jazz without the bass?).... In addition to some amazing music, it also proved to be a good night for conversation and people watching.....

Best Line of the Night goes to my girlfriend who rejoined the dating scene last year after a long marriage. For many that have rejoined the single world, it is much different than when we were in our early twenties.

Dating in your late thirties requires a passport because most everyone has a tremendous amount of baggage. I have to admit, I was fortunate with my hubby, but did meet and date a few zingers.

In addition, you can now date a person you met online. For some reason, many people believe that one is allowed to check their manners the moment they start checking their account.

I digress, but background info is sometimes necessary. My friend has met a lot of men online and offline, dated some, but no spark. She'll date for a bit, take herself off the market for a few months and then try again. Currently, she's not dating. However, I wasn't sure and asked "So, are you dating anyone?" -- her response "I'd rather go to the gym than date". I laughed and said "are you at the point that you'd rather watch water boil than date" -- her response was yes.

Best People Watching of the Evening.....Same gf notices this woman watching the band wearing the queerest smile on her face. She leans over and whispers, she's either in love with one of the band members or is on some really great drug.

From that point on, I could not help but glance over at her every now and again. Each time, the grin was there. After we got past the grin,we noticed her dinner mate was considerably older and then began to speculate if date, work partner and how well hung he might be.

I know real mature, but haven't you ever gone to a restaurant or bar, seen an interesting couple and write their screenplay in your head?

The couple left and although we tried convincing our other friend to go ask them our questions (our bribe was an expired Victoria Secret card, a Home Depot gift card with $2.92 balance and an Italian deli club card)she wouldn't. Dang my friend for having social manners.

Thursday, November 20, 2008

Comments I Don't Need to Hear Checking Out.....

Thursday, November 20,2008.....

The other day, hubby and I went to Linen's & Things because they are going out of business and I needed a household item. Linens & Things is this store, not sure if outside CT, but they sell towels, linens, kitchen gadgets, etc.... Of course, we went in for one item, purchased several others and forgot to pick up the item that brought us in there (yeah, yeah, we went back the next day).

We were checking out and the cashier comments on my item, the Xtreme Scumbuster. I was very excited about my purchase, but the cashier basically mocked my purchase. She went on and on how they have a gadget for everything and remembers when cleaning gadgets first came out. I was polite and didn't say anything. I thought if I turned my head and looked at the items right in front of the register she'd get the hint and would stop. I was wrong. She still had a captive audience. My hubby.

She explained how her mom used to buy a different gadget every week and eventually they ended up in the closet. Okay, so your mom had a gadget issue. She went one step further when placing my Scum Buster in the bag, she said that within one month my B&D Xtreme Scum Buster would be found in my closet never to be used again.

Hello? Did I ask for this woman's opinion? I think not.

I've never encountered such personalized help and hope I never do again. Personally, I am still very excited about my Xtreme Scum Buster and am glad she's not their spokesperson.

Monday, November 17, 2008

Holiday Drama....

Monday, November 17, 2008.....

It's not even Thanksgiving and the drama has started. Actually, it started a few months ago, but my sister has now included the whole family into it.

Several months ago, my sister decided she didn't want to host Christmas. She's done it for years and it has been a tradition since she was married and her ex did the cooking. I host Thanksgiving, love to cook and entertain, offered to host, but never has she taken up the offer.

This year, I think she decided to be true to herself and admit that she doesn't want to host and made that declaration in an email several months earlier. Actually, her email stated that we go to brunch and buy my father's meal and then return to her home for dessert and presents.

Personally, I like traditions and wanted to celebrate in my home. So, I sent the email stating I was going to host a brunch in September. This is when the drama, or dictating, started. My sister and I had not spoken for several months (a whole different story) and go to dinner to bury the hatchet. During the course of the night, it was brought up how I needed to assign people items to do or bring to the brunch. I believe I responded that I really didn't and her response was stronger and bolder that I needed to.

My other sister emailed and asked what to bring and I said dessert. I don't make desserts and entrust others with making something I couldn't be bothered doing. The rest of the meal is going to be a breeze. I have all this great pottery, Christmas plates (another story) and Christmas linens. I'm good to go. I'm excited about hosting and never really stress (unless 5 people try to come in my kitchen --- it's too dang small).

The other day, I called my sister and she mentioned how I missed a couple on the evite, but I really hadn't as I asked people to forward to others who I may missed. It was at this point that she brought up dessert at her house again. Personally, I just don't have it in me to deal whatever reason she needs to have dessert at her house, but think it STUPID. Seriously, you want to pack up 12 people to travel from one house to drive 2 miles to have more food there. The same people will be there. It isn't a new crowd.

I'm baffled as to why? I really don't know why. She has now sent an email to my sisters and her friend to get their buy-in. Luckily, my sisters can't follow the logic either.

Why, if you give up the holiday, can't you let the other sibling just host? Why would a person feel the need to orchestrate an event they wanted nothing to do with?


Friday, November 14, 2008

Food Network Brain Cramp.....

Friday, November 14, 2008....

The FN used to have this game show when it first aired and I can't remember the name of it and loved it.

The concept was that 2 people were contestants and they were either friends or spouses and they had certain ingredients to cook with and had a 30 minute cook-off. The contestants acted as sous chefs to area restaurant or famous chefs in NYC. It reminded me of an Iron Chef America for the layperson.

Does anyone remember the name of the show and why it got booted off?

Thursday, November 13, 2008

A Top Chef Challenge

Thursday, November, 13, 2008.....

I'm a Top Chef fan and have been since Season 1. However, I always wonder, will they run out of challenges?

I've come up with one that combines a growing movement with food and would be one of the hardest challenges I can think of. Preparing food discovered on a Freegan outing.

This year I was introduced to the Freegan lifestyle, not by experience, but by watching Oprah. I can't explain it, but after seeing an episode on Oprah, the Freegan lifestyle was thrown in my face through documentaries and articles.

For people who may not know what a Freegan is, let me describe a Freegan as simply as possible. It is a person who has adopted a lifestyle that recycles everything that another may have thrown away. This includes clothes, furniture and FOOD. I commend Freegans for grasping the concept that Americans waste so much and want to recycle what we can. There are tag sales, swap meets and giving away furniture or clothes to friends or family. However, I draw the line with food.

I can't imagine preparing any meal from food that I climbed through a dumpster of dirty diapers for. Maybe it is just me, but the thought makes me squeamish (ask my sister)and a part of me believes that it is stealing food from the homeless that have to do this to survive.

However, imagine if Padma came out and told the contestants that for today's elimination challenge they were going to drop them off in a neighborhood and they'd have to create a 3 course meal (one course must include a protein) for the judges.

I really, really hope that the individuals at Top Chef responsible for creating the challenges have enough ideas and never have to resort to this.


Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Six Weeks....

Wednesday, November 12, 2008.....

Yesterday, I was at WW meeting when the leader talked about making pledges to ourselves during the next 6 weeks, a.k.a. The Holiday Season... Holy smokes, when did that creep up on me?

I can't believe that in the next 6 weeks I'm going to finish wedding thank you notes, mail out Christmas cards, create a Christmas letter, host Thanksgiving, host Christmas brunch, shop (okay, on a very limited basis), decorate a tree, rake all the leaves off my lawn (looks like a blanket of leaf snow at the moment) and stay on plan.

I think the Holiday miracle, is not the birth of Jesus, but being able to be nice and smile to all the pushy people I will encounter in the stores. I also wonder why during the Holidays, when it is to be the happiest of times, brings out the worst in people?

Personally, looking forward to hosting both meals because I like to entertain. I know I will finish the thank you notes, rake the lawn and decorate the tree, but I may ditch the cards and letter as I've done so in years past. However, I am always a hit or miss on birthday and Christmas cards and like to keep people guessing.


Monday, November 10, 2008

Interview with Company from Hell....

Monday, November 10, 2008.....

I had a great weekend, but before the weekend, I interviewed with a company that I wasn't really excited about and I'll refer to the company as the "Company from Hell".

Company from Hell is HUGE, but not for me. I am not swayed by interviews where the person brags that he gets responses to his 2:30 a.m. emails from colleagues in the US his friend convinced him to check off 100% travel and how it would never happen, but now is commuting to another state on a weekly basis for his job.

After 40 minutes of listening to how wonderful the Company from Hell was, I got to answer his 4 questions and, if time permitting, I got to ask a few questions. However,there was an absolute stop at the top of the hour. I answered his questions, but when I asked about particulars about the job (that would require a 80 mile commute) he didn't have any. frustrating.

The best part is that the Company from Hell was a prior client of mine and I knew all about them. I'm also at a point in my career where I know to research the employer before the call - Hello? 101 Basic Interviewing Practices. It was a shame he never heard of the concept because he didn't even take 5 minutes to look at my resume prior to the call and it was obvious.

According to him, I spent a lot of time in sales (which I haven't) and he glossed over that my experience actually pertained to the position I was interviewing for.

Friday, I sent a thank you note and received a prompt notice from the HR person that, although I was great, blah, blah, blah.

Oddly enough, totally relieved. I have tremendous Catholic guilt and if offered the job, I would have taken it and been miserable.

I guess I do have a guardian angel. I have an interview for another company this week and am excited about doing my due diligence on the company and brushing up on an industry I left many moons ago.


Thursday, November 6, 2008

Food Like Mom Used to Cook.....

Thursday, November 6, 2008.....

I didn't think it possible, but last night I cooked a meal that brought home memories of meals my mom used to serve......It was HORRIBLE.....

The joke about my mom and her cooking is that she thought it to be the best food EVER! She cooked one dish, Glob, which my sister loved and I'm still wondering how to this day. The meal's ingredients were ground hamburger, box of frozen veggies, rice, soy sauce, water and cornstarch (the cornstarch was necessary to thicken up the water and soy sauce to make a faux gravy).

Other choice meals included codfish cake casserole (canned codfish, boxed mashed potatoes and wheat germ to sprinkle on top for health reasons) or hot dog-potato casserole (hot dogs, cut up potatoes and cheddar cheese soup). She never cooked the potatoes first. The hot dogs would dry up and shrivel because she kept the casserole in too long to cook the potatoes; or the hot dogs were fine and the potatoes were undercooked.

Last night, my meal, could be added into mom's collection. The meal consisted of some meatloaf recipe I found on-line (aka Worcestershire sauce burger), freezer burn green beans and undercooked salt potatoes. The best part is that my hubby didn't say a word until I said "do your beans taste really funny?" He was a good sport by being polite. However, once I opened up the door, funny comments came through the door freely.

Best comment from hubby: "If you wanted to go out to dinner, why not just say so. Did I really have to suffer?"


Wednesday, November 5, 2008


Wednesday, November 5, 2008....

It's been 26 weeks and I just had to file for emergency benefits. Can I just comment how much that sucks!

If I chose to be unemployed that would be one thing, but I didn't. First, it was the summer and postings were scarce due to summer vacations and then the market crashing.

I interviewed for positions that have now been placed on hold. I've applied for positions that my skillset could be transferred, but companies don't have to settle anymore so I doubt they'll call. I've even applied for far reaching positions that I'm not qualified for, but thought what the heck.

I was talking with a friend the other day, who is also unemployed, and although I wish he wasn't, it is nice to talk with someone that understands what you're going through. I never imagined I'd be out for this long and never thought I'd be in the mindset to jump on the first offer that will come my way. Unemployment can be paralyzing. I try to remind myself that the time I have can be treated as a gift, but some mornings I don't see it that way.

Many of the positions I'm applying for I don't want. I have an interview with a company tomorrow that I'm not thrilled about. The company was a client of mine so I know how they operate and the position would require a daily commute of 80 miles one-way. I've been there and done that.

I am torn because there is a part of me that hopes to get the job and part of me that prays something better comes along.


Tuesday, November 4, 2008


Tuesday, November 4, 2008.....

Yes I voted. However, I want to see if my humor is a bit sick or what...

This morning I was talking with a friend who often drops off the face of the earth when dating someone. It is always the same, he falls in love in a nano second and tells me she's the one and six months later the relationship is over. I always remind him that I thought this one or that one was THE one...he's quick to say, I never said that, but knows better.

Today we caught up on things. I asked if he dressed for Halloween and he said no, he went to a Coldplay concert. I asked what was the girl's name he went with because no straight guy would go to one. He mentioned her name and said he's been dating her for 3 months. I said, oh....that explains why I haven't heard from you sooner. Seriously, he's like some of the girls I remember from high school that dumped all their girlfriends once they started dating someone.

We went through the particulars and when we got to her age I found out there was a 12 year difference and she was 29. This would never have phased me, but he usually dates older women and comments that he would NEVER date a woman under 37 because they have a lot of growing up to do; or he'd never date a woman without kids, but clearly does.

I pointed out that when he got his license, she was heading off to kindergarten. He pointed out that when he was flying planes for the Air Force she was 10. I then made the remark, "just think if you dated her then you'd be considered a pedophile and now you're legal to date her".

He laughed. My husband was a bit in shock that I said it. Personally, I thought it was funny. Still do. Does that make a bad person?

I think if he hadn't pointed out the Air Force tidbit, I would have never made the comment, but the flow was there and I went for it.....

Monday, November 3, 2008

Saturday Night...

Monday, November 3, 2008.....

This past Saturday night, my friend offered to take me out for a belated birthday dinner because it is a tradition of ours. I wanted oysters and martinis and she knew of this great place that I hadn't gone to.

I love new places and since the place is always booked she wondered if I'd be okay eating at the bar. I was fine with that because sometimes it turns out to be the best spot in the place. Particularly for people watching. Saturday was no different.

The bartender was very nice and they had a great piano player playing old Sinatra type tunes on the piano. However, I didn't think that we'd be the people to watch.

We had just settled in, taking our first sips of martinis when this older gentleman plopped down next to my friend. My friend is always attracting men and many times I just ignore them because they turn out to be annoying (note: desperate men are scary to watch in action). This case I couldn't. I was dragged into the conversation.

I want to note the following of this man so you understand just why I wanted him to go away ---

1. He had too much to drink. He came over because he was interested in my friend's Cosmo. He had claimed he never had one and was curious about the taste;

2. He thought he was hot stuff for a man that had been married close to 40 years and his son was 43. I think he asked us several times if we could believe that he was only 67. Personally, I thought mid-seventies.

3. For a man who bragged about divorcing his wife after many years of marriage because he finally came out and admitted he was gay, he resembled a "straight dirty old man out on the prowl" (more on that reason in a moment).

4. I could care less that you married a woman from a prominent American family. If you have money, don't tell two women, "I just closed out my bar tab, but if you ladies buy me a Cosmo, I'd love it." Ummm...think again. My friend put it nicely by stating "If you have all this money, shouldn't you be buying us drinks."

Lucky for us, he finished his wine. He got up to leave, coming behind both of us to say goodnight. He first mentioned that he was going to get in his Mercedes (woo hoo -- again, like I care) and then kissed us on our cheeks. I'm okay with that. However, what he did next, I questioned his declaration of "I'm gay" -- he turned my cheek and before I knew it, tried to tongue me. Eeewwwwwwwwwwwww...... I did not see that coming and when he tried for another, I just faced the bar. Hello? Don't you get the clue when a person pulls back and quickly wipes their mouth they have NO INTEREST in receiving another kiss.

I have to ask, is he gay when sober and hetero when drunk???

After he left, we had a great meal and then saw Changeling which was a great movie. I'd recommend it.

Friday, October 31, 2008

Ode to the Crockpot....

Friday, October 31, 2008......

Crockpot Update: Okay, pork chop and cream of chicken soup is just that...the crockpot had no magic powers. The pork chop was very tough and tasted like someone poured hot cream of chicken soup on top of.

So, sad. Hopeful for a really good recipe to renew my hope of the magic of the crockpot.


Completely mystified as to why, but I have this thing for crockpots.

Over the years, I've owned several in the hopes of using them on a daily basis, but never quite knowing what to do with them. I think the concept of throwing all this food that you would never think go together into one pot and creating something very tasty hours later baffles me.

My friend swears by chicken, apricot preserves and onion soup mix. I don't know, but it sounds like you're put a cat, bird and mouse in a small cage trying to create instant harmony.

Throughout the years, I've moved many times and have left a crockpot behind, but my curiosity has reared its head and I'm on a quest (granted, a stupid one), but a quest to make tasty food with little work by using odd ingredients. I now own a premium one thanks to my friends and am putting it to the test.

First recipe from the crockpot cook book was horrible, but today, I'm using a recipe from a community Weight Watchers' board. I think it will satisfy my fascination of odd combinations - pork chops and cream of chicken soup.


Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Premium Compost...

Wednesday, October 29, 2008....

Today while at the grocery store, I noticed the store was selling bags of "Premium Compost".


Heck, I garden and compost, but what is considered Standard Compost versus Premium???? More importantly, who determines this difference?

I actually did a double take because I didn't know that there was a difference in the compost world, but I figure out the difference in 10's the price tag.

I guess you can charge more for compost if the word Premium is slapped on the label.

It's always a good thing when you learn something new, but I doubt my friends will care that there is a difference in the standards of compost.


Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Mad Men and the Virgin Mary's Birth....

Tuesday, October 27, 2008......

Okay, the subject of today's blog have nothing to do with one another, but they are the random thoughts racing through my head today. Let me explain......

I have been a big fan of Mad Men since day ONE.

Yeah, I loved the finale and I think they tied up some lose ends, but what I really appreciated was the use of one word during the episode. The word "wan".

How often do you ever hear anyone ever use that word today for its original meaning? It may be used as WAN (wide area network), but not in my circles.

Mad Men goes one step further depicting 1962 than just the clothes, workplace and chain smoking --- it uses the appropriate vocabulary for that generation.

Personally, I love the word "wan". I will probably never use it, but will just add to the list of words I already do love such as quandary, peruse, etc.....

So, now that I have cleared the Mad Men thought out of my head, let's talk about the Virgin Mary and my 86 year old mother......

I may have mentioned this before, but if I haven't, my mother is 86 and currently resides in a nursing home because she has Alzheimer's. In the past 2 months, the home has called twice because of the things my mother tells them.

Last month they called to check up on my dad. Apparently, my mom tells "anyone" who listens that my dad hasn't come to see her. I say "anyone" because the Director of Admissions called to quiz me about my dad. The conversation went as follows:

Director: Is your father okay?

Me: Yes

Director: Well, your mother tells us he hasn't been to visit her (it should be noted that my dad visits frequently and even does her laundry)

Me: remember my mother has Alzheimer's

Director: Yes

Me: Ummm.... I don't know how to say this, but she's lying. She never remembers my father's visits; even if he visited her 20 minutes earlier.

Director: Oh, okay.

I hang up, think to myself, duh...he knows she has Alzheimer's and he knows my dad does her laundry, think....was she naked????? If the answer is no, assume he visits. [Note: for the record, my parents have been married 61 years and he does visit often - initially too often and we told him to stop because it was a strain on him]

Now you have a clear mom loves to chat and somehow convinces the staff of silly things. This past weekend, I receive a message on my answering machine from the home stating "your mother is restless". What the heck does that mean? She's in a wheelchair (only because she decided she was tired of walking after raising 5 children), was she racing the halls with other residents or tripping visitors to the home?

I call my sister because we both get these calls and she was able to talk with them. The home put my mom on the phone and she announced that she gave birth to twins the day before was feeling fine and didn't have sex......there it Virgin Mary connection.

If you are familiar with Alzheimer's, what I asked my sister next won't offend anyone. I asked her if it was a C-Section or did she try those water birth procedures? I asked my sister if our new siblings should be added to the Christmas grab bag list.

I immediately called my sister in NJ and told her of our new siblings and she was to be the God parent as I believe her to be the only sibling that goes to church on a weekly basis.

I don't know what I was more impressed with....the fact that she got pregnant without sex, being 86 and giving birth, or giving birth to twins the day before and already up and about the halls in her wheelchair.


Monday, October 20, 2008

Happy Monday???

Monday, October 20, 2008......

It's Monday and my hubby is at work, the wedding planning is over and I'm SICK as a dog. I was ready to step back into real life, but whammie, a horrific head cold that is just knocking me down....

Enough about that....I haven't posted since my wedding and just have to say, it was GREAT!!!! The day couldn't have been better and everything went off without a hitch (although, I think this was my nephew's first time at an event with an open bar, but I will say he is very funny).

We had about 65 people and the feedback received was that the place gorgeous, food yummy and everything was laid back. Since, we're a pretty laid back couple, I'm glad the guests felt very comfortable.

If I can figure out how to post pics to this blog, I try to post some of the place, however, I'm so fuzzy headed at the moment, that I might end up posting a photo of God knows what....

Back to the couch and some Thera Flu......


Friday, October 10, 2008

One Day and Counting.....

Friday, October 10, 2008.....

Tomorrow, I will be marrying a man that I truly love and I can't wait.

Unfortunately, I haven't been sleeping well because of the markets and my unemployment status --- the joy that would normally be represented on my face has been replaced with a look of "blah" because I'm just that exhausted. My catholic guilt has been eating away at me because I feel horrible that we're starting our life together with me automatically in the "bad" times category and not the "good". I feel as though I'm short changing him because I'm not at my best.

I am excited about marrying this man. He is kindhearted, strong and exudes confidence. He understands me, compliments my personality, makes me giggle (totally different than laugh)and has seen me at my best and worst and still loves me.

We are both so thrilled that friends and family will be able to share the day with us and the fact that is going to beautiful out (a plus since I'm getting married outside)is a bonus.

I can't wait. Now off to finish last minute details!


Tuesday, October 7, 2008

Susan G. Komen.....

Tuesday, October 7, 2008....

My sister sent this newsbit to me and I thought I'd share. It's legit.

Donate to Komen on mobile: In recognition of National Breast Cancer Awareness Month in October, the Susan G. Komen for the Cure is allowing people to donate by sending a text message. People who text Komen to 90999 will automatically donate $5 with standard texting rates applying. The donation will show up on your monthly cell phone bill.

Monday, October 6, 2008

Scavenger Hunt....

Monday, October 6, 2008.....

This past Saturday my sister organized an interesting get together for my "bachlorette/bridal shower" party. I didn't want the the traditional bridal shower, nor the bachlorette party where everyone gets drunk and I'm hungover for days and days -- only reminding me that as you get older you don't spring back as quickly when I was in my twenties.

Her only description of the event was that we'd start in the afternoon and she'd tell me how I should dress. I immediately concluded that she was organizing a paintball event. I was wrong.

We met at my house and took a train into NYC for a scavenger hunt organized by Watson Adventures ( I've actually done two of their hunts in the past and will say they are well organized and it is an interesting way to see a museum or a part of a city in a different light. Watson Adventures customized the hunt for my sister and it was just my group of friends.

The groups were evenly divided with friends I've known since I was 5 (I'm 43 now), college and ones that I've met as an adult. It was a nice way for each one of my friends to meet another friend of mine from a different walk of life. I noticed as I looked around the bar in Grand Central before starting the day that there were common threads among the group other than going to high school or working at the same company together. Some were passionate about golfing; others loved yoga, a lot were mothers and others I learned quilted (I have to admit, I've tried and have no patience so I'm in awe of these individuals).

After the hunt, which my team lost (think it was rigged), we had dinner at a great burger joint. I have to admit, a great burger is always hard to find and I always appreciate them when I find them. To further break the ice, I decided the group needed to play "Fuck, Marry or Kill". If you haven't played, it is a definitely a great ice breaker. Basically, you give a person 3 names and they have to tell you who their would "F, M or K". I do apologize to my 3 of my friends for doing the 80s throwback, politicians and reality show stars. Although, my friend's face was priceless when I said Flavor Flav to her. Unlike the women on the reality show that found him incredibly sexy, here were 12 women that clearly wouldn't be applying for his show if there were a Season Three.

We ended the evening at this great champagne bar, Flute, on 54th Street. Always a good day when you can start and end your day with champagne.

I hope that everyone had as much fun as I did. I hope that everyone knows how happy I was that they took time out from their hectic lives to spend the day with me. It really was wonderful!

Thanks again sis for making this all happen. Six more days and counting.

Friday, October 3, 2008

Songs You'd Never Dance to With Dad.....

Friday, October 3, 2008......

As I'm getting closer to my wedding, I selected various must-have songs to have played during the reception. Because of the venue I selected, a band was out and we hired a DJ. We also decided to be a bit non-traditional and play songs we like, but can't dance to during cocktail hour and dinner. We selected some Citzen Cope, Dave Matthews, Allman Brothers, Rolling Stones, Pearl Jam, David Gray, Crosby Stills, Nash & Young etc. to be interspersed with some jazzy type music during this time.

The DJ asked what song we would like to dance to with our parents. The fact that both my fiance's parents are dead and my mom was admitted to a nursing home for Alzheimer's this year led us to the decision to nix the parent's dance. However, since this will be my dad's first celebratory event without my mom, I thought it'd be nice that my dad have a special dance with each of his four daughters that day.

I sent the email out to my three sisters and I realized as I was talking with one of my sister's yesterday I don't have a song. I don't want a traditional song you'd hear at weddings (i.e You're My Hero by Bette Midler) and am now stumped. As I was talking with my sister, I could easily pick songs that you shouldn't dance to with your dad. Here is a very short list from our discussion:

- Anything by Prince. We started naming some of his songs and realized that there were enough for it to be considered a collection and thought safer to eliminate the artist;

- Sex by Berlin

- Sex by Madonna

- Afternoon Delight by Starland Vocal Band

- Sexyback by J. Timberlake

- Push It - Salt n-Pepa

- Sexual Healing by Marvin Gaye

- SuperFreak - Rick James

My sister and I went through a litany of song titles before I realized it could be almost any song on my iPod.

Two of my sisters are set with their songs; one is dancing to Teach the Children by Crosby, Stills Nash & Young and the other selected My Life by the Beatles.

I haven't a clue and am looking for suggestions....

Tuesday, September 30, 2008


Tuesday, September 30, 2008......

Today, I decided to tackle this small little room off my bedroom that has six windows, a great refinished secretary and storage containers worth of clothes.

My initial thought when I bought this house would be my room to sit, read, pay bills and journal. Although, it is still my room, it is more of a living closet. The secretary so jammed with stuff, that I took the chair and brought it into another room where I would actually use it.

Typically, when I go through things, I take my time and read old letters or look at photos and try to pinpoint where I was at that stage in my life. Today was no different, but there was a slight twist to it.

I discovered that I own a "hook" to hook rugs. As I sat there looking at this hook, I really could not remember a day or time in my life that I was going to hook myself a rug. I remember starting a handmade quilt and throwing it out because it resembled nothing that one could even call a napkin. However, a hooked rug? Not quite sure.

I also loved discovering the Christmas photo cards where my friends only have their first child in the picture as the second or third had not arrived.

I discovered I had an insane amount of return address stickers which I promptly pitched since my name is changing in about 12 days and I don't have 20,000 items that need mailing.

Throughout the process, I realized that over the years, one hardfast thing to be true.....I collect too much stuff for this very small house.

Monday, September 29, 2008

PETA and Ben & Jerry's

Monday, September 29, 2008.....

I know this has been in the news for days, but seriously, PETA promoting human breast milk for Ben & Jerry ice cream???????

So many wrongs with that statement.....taste and...redefining the workplace. I guess it could be the first workplace where the statement "she has nice jugs" would not be considered sexual harassment.

Thank heavens Ben & Jerry's said no to the suggestion.

Wedding Registry

Monday, September 29, 2008.....

After many months of people asking where are we registered, we finally went and registered about a week or two ago.

You should understand, when asked where registerd, we would respond "what's the big deal?" I learned that if we didn't register we would probably get stuff we didn't want and have to return. The prospect of receiving items I might have to return spoke to me. I'm an Internet shopper when I can be. However, there are still certain stores I like to go into and others I like to go into, but avoid because I overspend. However, returning via the Internet is much easier than going to the store....So, I guess my motivating factor for registering was the possibility of having to return an item. [Note: married before and trekked into NYC to return many glass duplicate items from Tiffany's]

After I crossed the first hurdle with my fiance, letting him know that we were not going to register at Fisherman's World, it was off to Crate and Barrel and Williams-Sonoma.

Apparently, my logic for registering is common. The C&B person heard our wedding date and stated the obvious "you're here because someone told you to register so you wouldn't have to do so many returns". Busted. However, that is not to say I don't love C&B, or any cooking type store for that matter, but knew we would find some things we'd like.

The fiance picked out a coffee maker. I own a french press.....correct assumption if you guessed I never drink coffee. The fiance does and mocked the french press as one time hot coffee maker. I guess if I had a microwave, the cold coffee in the french press wouldn't be so bad, but having to rewarm it in a saucepan, lost its charm.

Personally, I'm glad I wasn't left with this task because he was excited over some gold filter feature. Whatever....

Most of the items I picked, but was surprised when he picked some funky colorful dessert plates (wait...dessert....his favorite part of the meal...hmmmm, maybe I shouldn't be so surprised). I went for funky plates. Although I collect pottery, in my mind, I believe everyone should own several different types of everyday dishes. It makes eating very fun.

I will laugh if no one buys off the registry after my sister's insistence. I also wonder if it is still in fashion to give glass candlesticks as a wedding gift. I'm hoping that fad has passed as I still own several pair which I don't use.


Saturday, September 27, 2008


Saturday, September 27, 2008.....

I was raised to mind your Ps & Qs, but this never stopped my family from speculating about others. As I got older, I learned that friends also "speculated" about neighbors that they did not know.

For example, after 911, my mother speculated that the neighbor across the street wore black everyday because he had worked for Cantor Fitzgerald and was mourning the loss of his colleagues. Several years later, my sister learned that he worked as an exterminator and he wore black everyday because it was the color of his uniform.

I'd like to say that mother was the only one that speculated about the neighbors. My sister speculates that her neighbor pulls down her blinds because she is up to no good. If that were true, my neighbors would also think that I'm up to no good. I close my living room curtains in the afternoons because it creates a major glare on the tv screen and heats up the house quickly in the dead of August.

I've learned that "speculating" about others is not limited to just family members, but some friends as well. No matter who is speculating, the results are always a story that could be the plotline for a soap opera or Desperate Housewives. For this reason, I'm a realist.

I've have never speculated why someone wears black all the time; or why a person closes their blind. However, this summer, things changed.

I started noticing this summer that my neighbors were never around at the same time, but thought I had too much time on my hands with being unemployed. However, my fiance noticed the same. We didn't mention anything to the other until late August and thought it odd that we both noticed this (it should be noted that my neighbors painted their house and a friend had to point that out to me one year). The fact we both had noticed this is when we began to speculate that they had separated.

Although I speculated this, I don't think I really believed it to be true. When I separated and divorced a number of years ago, I got to know them better. They were best friends in college and truly enjoyed one another's company. Their marriage was strong.

Last night, I called them as they had not sent a response to the wedding invite. I learned that our "speculation" was right and they were putting the house on the market shortly. The husband had already moved out and I understand that the wife wants to sell the house and move to a neighboring town that differs from mine (more upscale, lots of wealth and huge homes).

I truly like both the husband and wife and have to admit was shocked at the news. They went from separation to divorce in a matter of two months. This was the first time I had "speculated" about a neighbor and have to admit that I'm saddened I was correct. I'm saddened because of the breakdown of their marriage, saddened for their small son and because I'm losing some interesting neighbors.

Why couldn't my neighbors have just worn a lot of black and turned out to be exterminators?

Monday, September 15, 2008

My Interpretation of My Sister's Trip to France....

Monday, September 15, 2008......

My sister returned from France on Saturday, but I was able to chat with her a good portion of her trip while she was in Paris (thanks to Skype).... I had posted about her learning the language with these ridiculous cds she purchased in which she learned the words/phrases for condom, I saw the large truck and they have a comfortable sofa.

Well, I must apologize. Apparently, she was able to use the phrase "I saw a large truck" while in the country side. She lucked out because most people spoke English. However, she mentioned that she tried using her french in the following scenarios:

- Outside the Louvre with an ice-cream vendor: She held up one finger, said scoop au chocolate;

- She was able to ask for a chocolate croissant in french; but my favorite is....

- She tried having a conversation in Sephora with the salesperson about foundation or concealer. She did not mention that as a successful conversation.

Here are the highlights from her trip as perceived by moi:

- Quest was to eat a crepe a day
- The US should have crepe stands
- Starbucks in Paris doesn't make ice-tea (they had to give them the recipe)
- Every woman wears a scarf; every man carries a manpurse
- She's decided no one works or cooks as they were out and about at restaurants
- Bread is very important to the French
- A travel journal is a great concept, but the execution of journaling daily stressful
- Although she owns a tremendous amount of fancy soap, it is important to buy Provence Soap while in Provence (not getting that logic)
- The Pope was in town, but because she couldn't see him, she took pictures of him that were posted on the videotrons located throughout the city (note - good friend has already made the comment that we will have better pics of him on the news than in her photos)
- The US markets are crashing because she has made a great contribution to the French economy with all her purchases; and
- Even when traveling international my sister's still enjoys calling me to tell me she got me a present just because she knows I have to know what it is.

Oh sis, if reading today, remember ONE week to my birthday....woo hoo...presents from France for me...


Thursday, September 11, 2008

The Bonnie Hunt Talk Show.....

Thursday, September 11, 2008.....

Okay. I bet you're thinking why did I dedicate a blog entry to The Bonnie Hunt Show? No, I don't work for her, nor do I know her personally. However, it beat the alternative title of "why I consider talk shows to be a possible car wreck"?

You know how most drive by a car accident and look, but turn their head as soon as they see a possible victim, well, I don't. I either look or I'm busy cursing why I'm stuck in stupid traffic. Seriously, people slow down causing a standstill traffic jam because they "think" they have to look when they really don't want to. It's just annoying to me. If you're that curious to look then look and be grossed out. Don't pretend, slow down traffic and not look. That's just wrong.

However, I have a different version of a car wreck. They are new talk shows. Ever since the Chevy Chase talk show, I'm hooked to watch the beginning of some new talk shows. The Chevy Chase talk show, if any remember, was so horrible that I couldn't stop watching. If it were a car accident, many people would drive by pretending to look, but would have to turn their head. I, secretly hoped that the medics could revive him, but nope.

I have to admit, I don't watch every new talk show that comes out. Some, I actually know will work because of their established fan base, their hot factor, but others, I wonder about. I knew they could be a hit or miss. Megan Mullally's show was another car wreck and I knew it was to be short lived after week one.

I dvr'd the Bonnie Hunt show because I felt she could straddle the fence of being a car wreck, but I am happy to report she's not. She has an ease about her that makes her real and very enjoyable to watch. I hope that she's on the air for a long time.


Wednesday, September 10, 2008


Wednesday, September 10, 2008.....

Several weeks ago, I was talking my friend who thought she wanted to do a detox. After we went through her lifestyle (healthy eating, yoga instructor, etc) it was determined that maybe she didn't really need to try a detox program. However, I couldn't say the same about me.

I'm the perfect candidate for a detox program, but at the time of our conversation, dismissed the idea. However, last night, I changed my mind. I'm at a point that I need to detox both the food I consume, but also my environment. So, starting this Saturday, I'm going to start a detox program.

For 10 days, I'm going to try the Lemon Cleanse program (my sister did it, so I know I'll survive), but also clean out closets and the attic to make room for my fiance moving in. When my ex moved out seven years ago, he never wanted to go through his stuff. I went through alot of his stuff, boxed it and offered it to him. He sifted through things, took what he wanted and left me with the remains. Not having the energy to deal with things, I repositioned things to the garage, basement and attic. Out of sight, out of mind.

I guess I could have taken care of these items over the years, but my life became complicated. I had some health issues which led to several surgeries and I have to admit it was the last surgery in the Fall of 2005 that led me to feeling sluggish...all....the...time since then.

Now I finally have the time to address my health concerns and notice the stuff I so properly stashed away, I think this is the perfect time before the wedding to detox my life.

I'm excited about getting rid of the excess, but think I probably should put a warning label on me for innocent bystanders (aka friends) that states "woman cranky for only food is cayenne pepper flavored water and only fun is hours of cleaning and reorganizing".

Seriously, I've timed this detox to end on my birthday and what an excellent way to start a marriage with a clean empty house (okay, as empty as small NE Cape Cod can be).


Tuesday, September 9, 2008

Education Through Movies

Tuesday, September 9, 2008......

With the wedding a little over a month away, I decided that Friday nights when my fiance comes to my place for the weekend (we have 2 separate houses in 2 separate states) we like to be low key. Sometimes, being low key means movie night.

I have this extensive collection of movies (thanks Columbia House) and decided for weeks preceding the wedding, all movies shown will be about weddings, marriage, etc...

Last Friday, marked the kickoff of my themed movie night with an educational one..."Fatal Attraction". It was perfect, I hadn't seen it in years and my fiance had never watched it.

At the end of the movie, I asked what did you learn from the movie (thinking his response would be NEVER CHEAT ON YOUR WIFE).....instead, I received the following response "If you going to sleep with someone, make sure she's not a crazy bitch".

Nice. I can tell he's not open to the wonderful education movies can provide. Just wait, I'll have him watch "Maid of Honor" with Patrick Dempsey.....he'll never get the message of that movie. Personally, the message I'd like him to get from that movie is "Sometimes, my wife is going to make me watch movies just because there is an eye-candy actor in it for her to stare at". The fact that it is a wedding movie, just let's me sneak it into the mix.


Tuesday, September 2, 2008

The Lost Weekend

Tuesday, September 2, 2008.....

I can't believe where the weekend, or the past week, went. Some of the nicest weather seen and I was cranky, sick and on the couch. Mind you, I could and should of done something last week when I first felt ill, but thought a little bite wasn't going to stop me. Well, it did.

After a swollen arm accompanied by stomach aches, fever and a lost lunch, I finally promised the fiance I would go to the doctor today. Although I was feeling better, I still felt blah....

Turns out the the doc diagnosed me in minutes (cellulitis from spider bite), he prescribed antibotics and then tortured me with political talk for the next 25 minutes. It is one thing to talk about the current candidates, but did I really need to hear about Mondale's VP choice or the senator from NC during the Watergate scandal? Not only did I not care, but I barely remember anything other than what I remember studying about them in college.

I wonder if the 25 minute torture session was to teach me to come in sooner when feeling ill, or was it because this doc was divorced (he informed me of this) and has no one to talk to when he goes home at night (oh yeah, he mentioned the name of the street he lives on). Maybe, he needs a dog. Maybe, someone should tell him it's okay to talk to one self so he doesn't torture patients that feel ill. Maybe, this is why I wait forever before going to the doctor for help.


Friday, August 29, 2008

Special Event.....

Friday, August 29, 2008.....

My sister is planning a surprise bridal day for me. It is not a shower and not a bachlorette type party, but she has given me no hints.

I should back up.... My sister loves surprises and I like to figure out what it is. As kids, I would always find the wrapped Christmas gifts, open them and re-wrap them. Not my sister. I swear she could be happy with a box of wrapped-up shit, as long as it was a surprise (I have yet to test this theory out on her and may one day do so).

Every time she goes away or around my birthday, she'll call me and say I got you a "surcee" (not a clue if a real word, but we define it as a surprise). I always ask "what, what"....on the flip, I'll call her up and say, I got you a surcee, want to know what it is? She will always say no, so I love to drop hints. Sometimes the hints are cryptic, but not really.

The only thing I know is that the event is Oct 4th, people are showing up at my house at 2:15 and she'll tell me later what the dress code is (suggested going naked, but I don't think my AAA bail card will cover that arrest). I figure a dress code, afternoon event it has to be Paint Ball. I've never done this. However, I have to ask myself, is pelting a bride-to-be with paint balls in the Martha Stewart Wedding Book? Would Emily Post approve? Hmmmmm......

Here's the rub, she leaves tomorrow for France (update on language skills, she's learned nothing else except "I see the large truck" the words for "grapefruit" and "condoms" because of some nightmare project at her job -- see, being unemployed and poor does have its benefits)and I'm not sure if she'll find her hotel, a restaurant or be able to get home. What I do know, is I can't play 10,000 questions with her (I know it's 20 questions, but I'm a youngest and take liberties). She has made my friends swear not to tell me. I think if I threatened my friend Sue to tell me or I'll steal all the moss in her yard for my walkway, she'll fold like a deck of cards. Not. Sue, is a kick ass athlete and she could just swat me like a fly.

So, for the moment, I believe that my sister is celebrating my upcoming nuptial with a PaintBall event....Hmmmm....

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Weekend with Friends.....

Tuesday, August 26, 2008.....

This past weekend was a definite blast. I don't think 8 people laughed as hard as we did for as long as we did. I'm proud of the moment on Saturday when my friend's neighbor came to tell her that she was going to being heading out for the evening to babysit her grandchild.

In addition to the non-stop laughter, here are the top 14 things I learned this weekend:

1) I learned a new language...okay, okay, some new words. Apparently, these words are real, but I have my doubts. One of my girlfriends used to add in some of HER words into the mix of Italian ones when we were kids. I hadn't a clue. I believed her until she fessed up one day. I'd share some of the words with you, but have forgotten them already.

2) Labelling is a bad thing. In high school, we had class groups divided out by "intelligence" (I use loosely because I was in one of those "0" level classes and somedays wonder if I have a clue). However, one of our friends wasn't in the "O" group and I don't know or care what group she was in. However, it seems as though this may have, and possibly still, bothers her. We never thought of her differently. My friend was a jock and HATED school. It wasn't her thing, but we never considered her dumb. I just knew that math wasn't her thing. Today as we look back, what the hell do you really use from high school? Seriously, useful classes could be, how to pick the right fund for your 401k or how to deal with obnoxious neighbors. Algebra, AP Chemistry have never helped me in life. However, once my friend mentioned that she hated labelling, we would call her out every time she labelled someone.

3) I learned that you don't tell your friends that you were upset when you asked your other friends to describe you in one word. Almost everyone used the word "fun" to describe her. She told us sent out an email to all her friends asking them to send back the one word that describes her. Her fatal mistake was sharing this story with us after several Hop, Skip and Go Naked drinks (yumbo drinks) and the fact that none of us received this email. We accused her of labelling us her B-List friends. We received her email Monday morning, we shared our one word with the entire group, not just her. Unlike her "A-List" friends, we didn't choose "fun", obviously can't follow rules as B-Listers, but the suggestions among the group made me laugh.

4) Skinny Cow is a yummy treat, but offensive name. My friend is going to take up a cause and convince the company to change the name. Not sure if she'll get results, but am looking forward to it.

5) Tiaras are really to only be worn for the following reasons - 1) if you're under the age of 10; 2) a queen; or 3) a drag queen. I know some women wear them when getting married, so I may include that, but not really. Don't know, never found out why, but one of our friends was carrying a tiara with her in her purse...and wore it....

6) There are over 547 reasons not to own a dog according to one of my friends (I should mention that she has 2 kids, a gecko that requires live crickets and a guinea pig). Personally, I think the only reason for her would be that it'd push her over the edge.

7) Saving $56/month for turning off central air turns out to be something like $1.15/day --- for a $1.15, it is worth it to be in comfort. I will never have to perform that crazy experiment thanks to my friend.

8) Reason some of my friends cut class for....OMG....square dancing....dorks. I did not know this fact and told them to keep it to themselves and NEVER share this fact with their kids. Parents have a hard enough time convincing their kids they are not the biggest dorks on the planet, however, armed with this fact, they'll make their case.

9) I finally learned why TMobile sucks on the car ride home. However, whenever their name was mentioned throughout the weekend, I just saw a lot of hand moments and unknown words were used.

10) Never violate some people's personal space. It could be dangerous.

11) I thought my quirk of feeling the need to fill ice cubes trays at any person's house I go to is odd, but changing toilet paper EVERYWHERE (includes rest stops and restaurants in additional to personal homes) trumps my quirk any day.

12) Homemade tiaras = corpse bride tiara which I proudly wore during dinner.

13) Field Show Performers is the code word for "band". I figured 25 years after high school I didn't have to be tortured with one more band story (wasn't in the band). I told them, shots were in order if it came up and one clever friend changed the word 'band' to 'field show performers'. Since this was a mouthful to say, the topic wasn't talked about as much.

All in all, I learned that even though we don't see each other as much as we'd like to, it is great when we do. Sure we talk about the past, but we do talk about the present and also talk alot about nothing.

I see future getaways in our future and look forward to them.

Monday, August 18, 2008

Counting Down Days Till Weekend.....

Monday, August 18, 2008....

I know it's only Monday, yet I can't wait for Friday. This weekend marks the 2nd get together of my high school friends for a weekend of drinking and catching up. We did this several years ago, when we were turning 40, now we are getting together to celebrate my upcoming wedding (that's what I've been told). Personally, I don't think a reason is needed, but if it takes a reason for us to get together, then I'd be happy to come up with them (except, when the time comes, I will leave out "Welcome to Menopause" as a reason to celebrate).

Last time we trekked to the Jersey shore, but this time one of my friends volunteered her home in RI. It is such a great home, with the back yard rolling down to a bay. It's also great that a friend that couldn't make it last time, can this time, but am saddened that another friend couldn't because she just moved to Egypt. Another is flying up....all in all, everyone is excited.

Our host has set up a really cool page with pics from our last event and listed events (which only include eating, drinking and vegging - perfect) and accommodations (colorful descriptions of the various rooms in her home)...

Eight friends, several blenders and a breeze off the bay...who could ask for more.


Saturday, August 16, 2008

Recap...My Week with Clyde

Saturday, August 16, 2008.....

The week of dogsitting is over. I'm a bit saddened by it. Clyde, although a prince, was an incredibly sweet dog. During his stint at doggie day camp, a.k.a my house, this is what I learned:

- Dogs can be high maintenance even when they look low maintenance (Clyde had a very sweet face) --- wet lawns = "you're crazy if you think I'm getting my delicate paws wet"

- I didn't know I was so fascinating. I have to let my fiance in on this secret...although, I don't want him to follow me from room to room. Even by week's end, Clyde still felt the need to try to follow me into my bathroom {note: this did not happen, privacy and the fact I have a 4x5 bathroom would be the reasons}

- Dog parks are great; small dogs have napolean complexes just like some little men do. I live near a great dog park and we met some great dogs (black lab, rotties, labadoodle), but it was the short little sausage dog that gave us attitude and snapped at Clyde's nose. They always say pets look like their owners, and, in this case, it was true.

- Clyde is smarter than I thought. When I went to pick up my wedding invites yesterday, I left him at home. I closed the bedroom, office and bathroom doors. When I got home, no Clyde to be found. My first thought, OMG, I lost this dog. I was dog sitting for a friend who was the main dog sitter (best example of outsourcing I've seen to date). However, she left Clyde alone for a couple of hours and Clyde voiced his discomfort at being alone. The neighbors left her a note and came over to talk to her about his barking. I really thought Clyde would be barking when I got home because of this story, but nothing. My thoughts began to trail did he get out and where did he go? Turns out that Clyde was in the bathroom. He remembered that I would close the door on him for privacy and probably figured I was behind the closed door. He headbutted his way in and because I have a very small bathroom (thank you 1949 CT Cape Cod houses) he probably closed the door by trying to move around in the room.

Clyde is very lovable and it reinforces how much I miss having a pet.


Friday, August 15, 2008

Can't Decide on Title of Entry....

Friday, August 15, 2008......

Last night, X38 and I (X38 is a friend) go to meet up with X34 (another friend) to celebrate X34's birthday. As X38 and I were returning to her car, we got on the subject of her dating life. Both of us had been married, both divorced and both tried online dating. Online dating can be annoying. It gives some people the right to create a false identity or feel entitled to throw all manners out the window. I should mention it can also work. I know many people who met online and married (I met my fiance online, so I know it can work).

While at the bar, one of X34's friends tried talking up his friend to X38. X38 and I met this friend last Christmas at a party and he was nondescript. In fact, I knew he was single and tried to include him in my conversation with X38 because they were both single. I didn't know him, but figured if he was a friend of X34's he's probably okay. All my attempts failed. I asked questions that only he could answer and nothing. His responses were pretty much one word answers. After several attempts he moved on. X38 and I looked at each other, figuring he had no interest in X38. Apparently, this was not the case.

We later learned that he really liked her, but the JERK told my friend X34, and others, that I was a "cock block" and he couldn't talk to her. What an ASS!

When his name was mentioned as a potential candidate for X38 last night,she said thanks, but no thanks. She explained that she had met him last Christmas and went into the whole story adding the fact she had heard he was always negative (seriously, who wants to date Eoyore?). Little did my friend X38 know that "Eoyore" was a good friend of his. However, I'm glad she told him what he did. Maybe, he'll now grow a set of balls and learn how to talk to women he is interested in. This, of course, led to the real discussion between X38 and me..."Where are the men with balls?"

My fiance has them. He's confident. I had no doubt that he was interested, however, many men are afraid to let women know their feelings.

X38 wanted to rewrite her profile to ask that only men with BALLS contact her. After a good laugh, we decided that may not be a good idea. It might just enlarge the pool of weirdos....


Tuesday, August 12, 2008


Tuesday, August 12, 2008.....

For people, such as my sister, who think that the Martha Stewart Gardening issue is a waste of an issue, read no further. However, if you like to garden, maybe you can help me.

I have a flagstone path. It's lovely. Actually, it could be if there was no crabgrass growing in the cracks. I have it in my head that moss should be in its place. I've read that you can create moss by spraying the area you want with a mixture of 1 qt of buttermilk with a gallon of water.

Has anyone ever heard of such a thing?


Prince Clyde

Tuesday, August 12, 2008.....

Clyde will be coming to my house for the rest of the week. He is truly a sweet dog, but man, is he high maintenance.

He can not be alone. He followed me where ever I went in my very small house. I now know how my friends with toddlers felt when trying to get a little privacy in the bathroom. Clyde would have come in the room with me, if I had let him.

He also doesn't like to get his paws wet. We went outside after the storm, he did his business and immediately turned around to come in. Earlier, when dry out, he was enjoying the outdoors.

At the end of the day, I forced him to come out with me again. The rain had stopped, it had been sunny for a spell and things were drying up. He decides that the middle of the street is the perfect place to stand for a bit and then plop himself down to rest. Never mind any passing cars. Luckily, my street is not very busy, but still a car did go around him. I think I was in shock at how bold this dog was. After the car, I promptly moved him. It was obvious that moving cars, things that could kill him were of no importance to him.

Clyde is a very sweet dog. I guess having had a cat for 18 years made me forget that animals really do love to be with humans. All.... The.... Time.

Monday, August 11, 2008


Monday, August 11, 2008.....

Today, I am expecting a visit from Clyde. I have never met him, but am looking forward to spending the day with him. Clyde is a cockapoo that I'll be dogsitting for a friend, who is dogsitting him for the next couple of days. I know it sounds a bit screwy, but she's in a jam.

When my friend lived at a previous address, she used to dog sit all the time. Now that she's moved, she's only agreed to sit for one dog. However, she didn't realize how much he hates to be alone until yesterday. She went out for the afternoon only to return to a letter and a knock on her door from a "concerned" neighbor because Clyde was barking. They thought the animal to be in distress.

Dogs bark. If they bark during the day, then fine. When my neighbor's dogs bark all at once, it actually makes me laugh. Some howl, others just bark, but it is really rather funny (they are all going off now as I post this blog).

She was in a panic and knowing I'm unemployed and love animals, she asked if I could dog sit. I said sure. If the weather holds up, I think we go to the dog friendly park down the street from my house. If not, we'll hold up in the house. Whatever we do, I don't see my neighbors complaining about the noise.