My Imperfect Little Guest. World, Meet Parsnip.

Whoever doesn’t believe in Global Warming can come on over to the Philadelphia suburbs or any of the Mid-Atlantic States to see that Fall just isn’t happening.

Granted, we had two days of nice, crisp weather since the official start of Autumn. Two Days! It’s October, the leaves are barely displaying any of the autumnal coloring, and it remains hot, hazy and humid.

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The view outside our home office window. This is NOT what October should look like!

Though it poured rain two nights ago, the humid, sticky haze still surrounds us.  Even Bonaparte, who thrives on heat and humidity—he’s a living greenhouse, has had enough.

I want to get down and dirty in the kitchen.  No. Not like Jessica Lange in “The Postman Always Rings Twice”.

Jessica Lange in Postman

Ugh. I’m not talking THIS kind of dirty in the kitchen!

I’m talking about the act of cooking comfort foods, baking bread, making those nice hearty meals that are inviting upon the cooler fall and colder winter months.

Yeah, that’s right. I’m itching to get back and make my souffles, Brioche, biscotti and the Christmas dessert my family craves–my Buche de Noel!

There is nothing like the scent of vegetables roasting in the oven.  Turnips, squash, carrots, onions, beets—seasoned with a bit of salt and pepper and drizzled with olive oil, roasted till their natural sugars caramelize. It’s heavenly.

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Roasted veg with cornbread stuffing is just the comfort needed for the colder months–whenever they may arrive.  Thank you Bon Appetit!

But—the ONE vegetable that I love and look forward to cooking more than any other is the Parsnip!

The only vegetable that talks to me.

This unpopular, imperfect little vegetable talks to me. Actually, it whispers!  What did you say little parsnip?

Lots of people don’t even know this little not-so-cutie exists. I’m changing that!

Parsnips in bag. Got them at Walmart yesterday.

I couldn’t find Parsnip at my local greengrocer so I ended up with this bag from Walmart!

My love and admiration knows no bounds for this root vegetable.  Looking like an anemic carrot. Or rather looking like a pale version of a spray tanned carrot, the parsnip is one of my favorite vegetables.

It isn’t too particularly pretty; in fact, it’s kind of bland looking. But the taste is so incredibly aromatic and subtle. When roasted, her aromatic flavor just explodes but in the most gentle way. In addition, if you are looking for a healthy but filling replacement for starchy potatoes, my I tell you about the parsnips nutritional value?

Nutritional value

Parsnips are very body friendly! I should eat these for every meal!

As a child, we never ate parsnips.  I’m thinking it’s because they don’t come canned and Bird’s Eye never had frozen ones available.  Honest. Other than spuds and sweet potatoes, every single vegetable that was placed on the dinner table was prepared by either opening a can or ripping open a box of frozen veg and boiling them for an hour or three!

Aunt Bessies frozen parsnips

I think Aunt Bessie is the only company to sell frozen parsnips–but I would still rather use fresh!

Anyway, it wasn’t until later on in my adult years that I discovered parsnips.  A Barefoot Contessa recipe for “Roasted Parsnips and Carrots” that ended up changing my life!

Barefoot Contessa Roasted Parsnips and Carrots Recipe

Barefoot contessa parsnips and carrots

Parsnips and carrots. Yum! Thanks Ina!

Today is not the day for roasting parsnips or carrots or any vegetable.  It’s just too damn hot. Instead, I am going to cook the parsnips I purchased yesterday atop my stove.

I’m going to boil them until tender—and it won’t take an hour.   I’ll show you what I’m gonna do:

Parsnips, 1 garlic clove, ginger, a bit of broth, salt and pepper. That's just about it.

Got my ingredients together. Parsnips, ginger, one garlic clove, salt, pepper and a bit of chicken broth to add to the water…

I had some tarragon laying around so I crunched it up and added it.

I’ll also add a bit of dried tarragon–it’s nice and slightly minty!

I like to peel on paper towels. It makes for easy cleaning.

Because I like to keep things clean, I always peel vegetables on paper towels. This way I can gather the towel up and throw it in the trash with no mess….

That is until Chippy jumped up, grabbed the end of the paper towel in his mouth and everything dropped on the floor.

Oops! That is, until Chippy jumps up on the counter and grabs the paper towel. Welcome back to my clumsy!

Peeled and randomly cut. Yes. That is my lipstick. I took a little snack bite!

I’ll cut the peeled parsnip into chunks. And yes, that’s my lipstick on that little piece. I have no willpower at all!

Not gonna lie. This is NOT a pretty vegetable.

Parsnips, minced ginger, mashed garlic clove, water, broth, salt, pepper and tarragon all go into the pot and brought to a boil–then a slow simmer.  Honestly, it really isn’t much to look at!

My Cuisinart hand blender does a great job mashing

I’ll use my Cuisinart emersion blender to mash the vegetables.  I’ll also add a bit of the water I boiled them in.  No butter. No cream.  Just flavor!

And that is what I’ll have for dinner this evening. We’ll have leftover roast chicken (Which, BTW, Bonaparte picked up yesterday. You think I’m gonna roast a chicken in this heat?  Even with air conditioning, it’ll be stifling!) And mashed parsnips.  Bonaparte will also have spicy couscous that I make for him.  A nice, simple mid-week dinner.

This will be dinner tonight.

A simple and healthy dinner of mashed parsnips with a ton of pepper (I’m addicted), and left over, take-away chicken.  Easy peasy!

Oh.  In my attempt to keep cool yesterday, I spent time in a heavily air-conditioned Marshall’s.  I found this dress for a grand total of $7.00. The cashier was upset she didn’t find it first. Anyway, it’s a simple navy crepe dress. I am going to get so much use out of this.  I’m sure when Bonaparte sees this post, he won’t be upset with my spending seven bucks!

7.00 shift

My $7.00 dress–and this will get a ton of wear because of the simple cut. It’ll go with everything!

dress detail seams and darts.

I used a filter for this photo, but look at the detailing. The dress has darts! I love that!

It’s only appropriate that today I have you listen to Frank Zappa’s “Call Any Vegetable”. Parsnips made the video! XOXOXOXO!

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My French Map Will No Longer Show A Wonderful Place…

When Bonaparte and I visited the Cote d’Azur this summer, we had the greatest meal in the most adorable restaurant on the needle of L’Aiguille.  A thin, long but small beach in Theoule-sur-Mer.   It took a while for us to find the place, but when we did, it was nirvana.  All we did was talk about how great it’ll be to return next summer.L'Aiguille. A fine restaurant we will be returning to.

This was the menu from the restaurant.  We had plans to visit next summer. I’m glad I have my photos and memories!

Then, I found out the restaurant was in danger of being demolished due to some French politics that I’m not going to get into.  We signed petitions.  I, as well as many others I’m sure,  wrote to Nice-Matin, a local newspaper about the plight of this restaurant and the family who owns it.

FB Page for L Aiguille

The petition from Petitions.24 had so many signatures–internationally.

The newspaper published articles.  One of the TV stations showed up.  I even devoted a blog post about this.

Mais jai Une Cause. An Effort to Save a Little Gem of a Restaurant

Even with the support of so many people and the media, the demolition was carried forth.

Demolition of Restaurant L’Aiguille  Here’s a little clip for you to see. It’s really sad to watch.

L'Aiguille. Another beautiful evening view

How could the powers-that-be get rid of a restaurant with a view like this? 

Restaurant L’Aiguille, may not be on the map anymore. But, in my mental map of memories, I will never ever forget the most wonderful meal I’ve ever had in my life. I will never remember that little beachfront in France.  Bonaparte and I are happy that we were fortunate enough to have had that meal at this little restaurant.

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My map will be different these days. But I’ve got memories–and great ones!

I wish Cedric and his family the best of luck and many successes in all they do!

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It’s the end of a long run for the restaurant, but I wish every success to Cedric and his family. Every. Best. Success!

The only song I could think of right now is Charles Trenet’s “La Mer” Obviously.

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All I Ask Are For Simple Directions? Is That So Wrong?

You know that weird feeling you get of unfamiliarity?  It happens a lot when you are going somewhere that you haven’t been to before.  And it happens when you follow the directions you got online.

Road work ahead

I depend on directions so that I will not be faced with THIS!!

Well. Let. Me. Tell. YOU.  I had some morning!

I had to take a drive to LabCorp.

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I’m still trying to figure out why I had to drive so far away when there is a Lab Corp location up the road from me!

That’s right.  Next week I start a gig as a temp for a larger corporation.  I’m incredibly happy to be returning to a professional office environment. Even though the position runs through the beginning of November, it’s great because I’ll be utilizing my skills and I’ll be home for the holidays! I’m also quite excited because working as a temp, for some reason, is making me feel extremely relaxed. Bonaparte is thrilled because I’ll be earning a salary once again!

Anyway, as part of my onboarding, drug testing is required.  I’m completely fine with that because I’m a drug-free zone.  I received the necessary documentation and in that documentation was the location of the LabCorp office where I had to take the testing.

It was pretty far from my house. I kinda knew where the site was, but I wasn’t sure how to get there from where I live.

So I went on both MapQuest and Google Maps for directions.

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Oh–and a word to the wise. If you see “Mapsgalaxy” pop up on your computer. Do NOT click. It’s malware! You’ll thank me later!

 Both had me driving through downtown Phoenixville. This was not a good direction selection due to the ridiculous amount of roadwork going on in this area.

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Welcome to my world. This is what most of the roads look like where I live!

The main bridge is out. Roads are moving escargot slow.  Traffic is constantly backed up.

bridge closed

Five months now. Five. Long. Months.

I had to look up an alternate route and I got it.  Printed out the directions, got into the car and began to drive.

When I got to the “Turn right at Route 23” part of the directions, I couldn’t turn right.

23 detour

I was SUPPOSED to turn right. Who knew about the detour? Not I!

Route 23 was detoured. The road was closed.  I had no idea where I was and had no idea where I was going.

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My detour led me driving through Valley Forge National Park. At least I knew where the exit was–and it led to a familiar road!

Thank God I gave myself plenty of time. The only thing I could do was to make it to a familiar road pronto. Under normal circumstances, I would have been cursing up a storm so fierce that a boat full of sailors would begin to cry.   Instead, I remembered that I was going to channel my inner Pope Francis and be a nice girl. Besides, if the Pope got Boehner to step down, then surely I should be able to curb my gutter mouth!

The printed directions were of no use to me.   I ended up on a familiar road and pulled into a parking lot.   I decided to go to my iPhone for help.  THIS procedure took all of ten of the longest minutes to figure out.  I had to figure out how to connect my Bluetooth and then my phone to my car’s audio system.

Then, I had to enter in my ending location.  One thing about Google Maps on the iPhone—it’s not simple to enter this information.

After losing my inner Pope Francis, I went through a few naughty words. So then, I went to my prayer app on my phone  and said a prayer of forgiveness.

Prayer app

Hey. Don’t judge. I actually have this Catholic app on my phone..and in times of road rage and anger, I use it. It helps! I said don’t judge!

Then I went back to the Google Maps.  I couldn’t for the life of me figure out why my phone wasn’t talking to me.  I went back to the settings. Everything seemed as it should be. Still—no voice. And I had it set to “high” volume!

A sigh of relief because I realized that I had the volume on my phone shut off.  I turned it on and when my little phone spoke to me, I achieved a level of comfort.

The rest of the ride went smoothly.  I should have listened to my phone from the get-to.

Car pulled into the lot of the LabCorp destination; I kissed my phone and thanked it.

I’ll tell ya, I was so prepared to wait.  Even though I had an appointment, I figured since it was Monday, I would be in the waiting room for a while.  I had a book to read, the necessary documentation, my huge purse, and my phone.

My stuff

THIS  is how I prepare to wait. Plenty of stuff to keep me occupied!

 Thanks to La duchesse d’Erat, my fellow friend and blogger, I also had Polyvore to keep me busy creating all sorts of outfits and ensembles.

Yes. These are but two of my Polyvore outfit creations. Part of the fun is giving the outfits titles! Do you like the detail of my hangover outfit–the bucket?

Yes. Bonaparte will be thrilled to know that “Cookie Jam” is now a game of the past for me. It’s been replaced by Polyvore!

Cokie-Jam

Bye-bye Cookie Jam. I’ve got a new toy!

My wait wasn’t long and the people at LabCorp were just so nice and friendly! I think the Pope had a positive effect on everyone!   I would be having a blood test so I wore a loose fitting sweater with sleeves that rolled up easily.

After signing document after document, I had to go to the sink and wash and thoroughly dry my hands. The male technician handed me a plastic bag. In the plastic bag was another little plastic bag and a narrow plastic cup.   I was then instructed to leave my belongings with the technician and to go into the bathroom next door.

You’re not drawing blood?”  The look on his face was priceless after I asked this question.  (Maybe he thought I must’ve been on drugs to ask such a moronic question!)

He explained that blood isn’t needed to check for drug use.  All I had to do was to go into the bathroom and “make” into the plastic cup.

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NO WAY, was I going to snap a photo of the real thing. Besides, the technician had custody of my phone!

NOTE: Before I go any further, you need to know that I refer to going Number 1 as “Make”. It is either a Long Island term or it’s the term my mother made us say since we were kids.  Either way, mother hated the term “pee”. As such, I think it’s quite vulgar.  I use “make” instead!

I’m gonna tell you something.  A man definitely designed those plastic “make” cups.  Had they been designed by a woman, the cups would have had a wider mouth and would have been easier to aim the product into!

Have you any idea of how hard it is for a cross-eyed woman to “make” into an extremely narrow cup? My body was so contorted from getting my head low enough to see what I was doing that if I bent down any lower, I would have ruined the great blow-out that Adam gave me on Friday!  It was nearly impossible to get the aim correctly.  Instead, I came out with wet jeans.  I felt like Billy Madison.

Billy Madison

Take a look at Billy Madison’s jeans. Take a look at his schoolmate’s jeans.  Now you know why the technician asked me if  everything was OK!

Just how messed up were my jeans?   When the technician saw me exit the bathroom, he asked me if everything was OK.

Well, the good thing was that I drank quite a bit of coffee this morning. It’ll also be a ton of fun to be able to wear my office clothes again!

I’m going to play with Polyvore now. In the meantime, here’s a listen to one of my favorite Van Morrison songs. I have it on my phone. And I listened to it on the way back from LabCorp because I knew where I was going!

I also washed my jeans!

Clothes drying

What the heck, I washed my entire ensemble! Hmmm..maybe I should Polyvore it?

“Into The Mystic”.  Enjoy the day!

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I’m Just a Paupered Princess© in J. Crew Clothing

*Sigh*. It’s early on a Sunday morning. All is quiet. Chippy is curled up in a bundle just feet from where I sit.

Chippy

My little buddy is never far from me. Sometimes he’s so close that I trip over him. My clumsy!

The sky is sunny.  I’m a bit under the weather, though, due to a heavy sauce that I made last night. It was a cream-based anchovy sauce with a ton of shallot. Bonaparte wanted to have a French dinner. The sauce was generously poured over NY strip steaks.   We also had a beautiful bottle of Chateaux Margaux wine.  The wine was sublime–it tasted like dirt, my favorite kind of wine!  I chased my morning coffee down with a dose of Alka Seltzer.

Margaux 2005.

Honestly. THIS wine does not give a hangover. I’m Alka-Seltzering it from that heavy shallot-laden cream sauce!

  As I lay in bed and surfed the channels, my interest was piqued when I saw a beautiful pink dress on the screen.

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I can’t help it. I just adore this dress. I think it’s from the Spring line though. 

The dress was showcased in Paris Fashion Week and was designed by Ece Ege, the Creative Director at Dice Kayek.  This dress literally took my breath away.  It was a work of Haute Couture artistry.

Ece Ege

Ece Ege. She’s my new favorite designer. Which means I’ll be obsessed with her for the next million years!

 It looked very Courreges. Anyone who knows me is well-aware of my love for Andre Courreges.  In fact, whenever I’m in Paris, I make Bonaparte drive by the Courreges Boutique. Just so I can gape in the windows at the beautifully simplistic shifts.

Courreges shift

Ahh..Courreges. So simple and refined. The exact opposite of me–but then again, opposites attract!

However, on the social scale of fashion. I’m not high enough, nor will I ever be, to achieve Haute Couture purchasing power.  I’m not even high enough to reach the level below of true “designer” clothing.

What is prompting me to write about this subject is the book I started to read:  “I’ll Drink to That”. It’s a memoir by personal shopper extraordinaire, Betty Halbreich.   This woman is a pistol. Even though she grew up privileged and in the realms of the upper class, she comes across as a true broad. I wanna drink a Manhattan with her.  But—she has the coolest job in the world as a personal shopper for the elitist customers who enter through the doors of the infamous Bergdorf Goodman on Fifth Avenue.  Oh. And she’s 86 years young.

I'll drink to that.

I’m really enjoying this book. Who knew those wealthy “ladies who lunch” could be so insecure?????

Anyway, between reading ol’ Betty’s book, and delusionally imagining myself in that incredible pink frock from   Dice Kayek Couture, I started to think of my own wardrobe and just about where  this Paupered Princess© happens to fit in fashion’s social scale.

Probably at the lower-end of the middle classes.  Naturally, with a touch of the higher end of the lower classes thrown in.

Fact is, even though I cannot afford designer labels, I do love to dress nicely.  And yes, I have a penchant for those Old Navy fitted t-shirts, which I actually size down to a “S”, simply because the fit is so incredibly flattering and they can be worn dressed up as well as down.  Ever the bargain hunter, I’ve purchased many of them for under five bucks!

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Some of my Old Navy Fitted Tees. Best bargain to wear under a sweater or under a blazer or alone. Epic value for the price!

And, I’ve mentioned before, when I travel, I refuse to take my good jewelry along, so I’ll load up on hoop earrings from Walmart. Yes. Walmart! At less than five bucks for a card full of hoops, the value is incredible. Guess what?  Nobody is coming up to me to inspect my earrings and if I leave them behind, it isn’t an issue!

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Best jewelry deal under five bucks.  I have a card at the ready in my travel case. Hey. I”m not taking the good stuff with me and neither should you!

But—and a huge “but”  (almost as huge as my “butt”!),  95 percent of my clothing is from J. Crew. 98 of that 95 percent has been purchased at discount. I was one of the original customers back in 1983 and I’ve remained loyal to the brand since then.  When I worked downtown on Wall Street, many a lunch hour was spent in the J. Crew shop at the South Street Seaport.

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J. Crew is no longer at the Seaport but when it opened here in 1983, I was one of their best customers!

My kids and I have a family code name for the brand “Jacrew”. The clothing is multi-generational. My kids and Bonaparte all wear J. Crew.  It’s what we feel comfortable in.

Me and the kids.

Me with the kids. Every one of is is wearing at least one article of clothing from J. Crew!

I’ve gone through my ups and downs with J. Crew. Some years I vow never to set into the store again. Other years, it’s like returning to a relative that you’ve held a grudge with for a long time.

I also have a tendency to read one of my favorite blogs, J. Crew Aficionada Blog. before heading off to my local brick and mortar Crew. It’s crazy, but I love to read the reviews of the J. Crew clothing on this blog. It’s like the Crew Bible!

Presently, I am having a so-so Jacrew year. I’m loving the pants and some of the shirts, but I’m not loving the many of the color choices or dresses. But it doesn’t matter because I’m wearing Crew clothing from years back.

But, year after year, I know I can still rely on the clothes to make me pulled together. Come into my closet with me and I’ll put some outfits together for you.  OK?

J. Crew Blazers

The blazer mix.  The Schoolboys. The camel Regent. The two linen blazers from J. Crew Factory (which, at times has better quality and cut goods than the brick and mortar J. Crew). Yup. In the front are three navy Schoolboy blazers–and I’m glad I got ’em because they’ve been discontinued!

Some of the J. Crew and Factory skirts

The skirts. Not one of these was purchased at full price. In fact, the red flouncy skirt in front and the black checked skirt in the back were purchased at J. Crew.com for 29.99 each. The pencil skirts are from both Factory and the J. Crew brick and mortar store.  The yellow factory skirt is one of my favorites. The wool is such high quality.  The little pleated navy number was a recent purchase at J. Crew Factory. 50% off!

Inside detail on red flouncy skirt. The ribbon reinforces the waist. Note I still have the plastic tag 11 months later.

Here’s a great detail from the red flouncy skirt. The inside of the waistband is reinforced and heavily reinforced I might add. The skirt is a heavyweight wool. Perfect for winter. Oh–look! I forgot to take the plastic thingy out. I’ve had the skirt for almost a year!

Tippis and Charlie sweater.

Some of my Tippi Sweaters from J. Crew. The raspberry one is a “Charlie” sweater from J. Crew Factory and the fit is just as good as the Tippi sweater. I love these because they are lightweight and wear extremely well–especially over the years! And–I only buy them on sale!

Emerald Tippi. Lilly Pulitzer Murfee scarf. J. Crew Factory skirt. Halogen Shoes.

This makes a nice autumn ensemble. Emerald Green Tippi. Lilly Pulitzer Murfee scarf, J. Crew Factory skirt and Halogen heels.

Black Number 2 Pencil skirt. Yellow factory pencil skirt. blazer

I can wear this Black Schoolboy blazer with a red Tippi, a black Number 2 Pencil Skirt, my plaid Old Navy scarf and metallic Ivanka Trump pumps..or I can wear my yellow factory skirt for a change up!

I love the color combos

I’m normally not one to wear a lot of color at one time, but I do like the way the yellow, red, black and the colors from the plaid scarf  blend with each other.

J. Crew Black pants. J. Crew Black Schoolboy . J. Crew Red Tippi. Old Navy Scarf. Ivanka Trump shoes.

Or, if I don’t want to wear a skirt, I can slip on a pair of  J. Crew black Ryder pants…

Navy Ryder Pants. Navy Schoolboy. J. Crew Factory scarf. J. Crew Emerald Tippi Via Spiga Flats.

..or just wear the navy Ryder pants with a navy Schoolboy blazer, that same green Tippi sweater and a J. Crew scarf around my neck. The shoes are Via Spiga flats from a few years back.

Casual. Navy Factory Gigi Pants, J. Crew white shirt. Old J. Crew embellished shirt (Factory I think) Factory plaid popover shirt.  Patent Repettos

For a more casual look there’s the navy Gigi pants and the plaid popover shirt I purchased from J. Crew Factory (um…Bonaparte found out about THAT purchase from reading the blog!).  Or..I can wear a simple white tunic shirt from J. Crew or an embellished sleeveless shirt. My Repettos are perfect for casual but refined footwear!  I like to keep things simple and don’t wear a lot of jewelry. My go-to necklaces are usually faux pearls–either a statement or more demure one!

Did I mention that I need to be careful about some things I blog about?  Yeah. Sometimes I’ll go shopping and sneak my purchases into the house. I’m really brilliant because I’m delusionally thinking that Bonaparte won’t find out.  He’ll read my blog and ask me if I’ve gone shopping. Liar that I am, I’ll look him in the eye and say “No”.  Then he’ll point out what I’ve written.

Curses. Foiled again!

On a more productive note, I’ve hung the mirror that was sitting on the floor for over eight months. I didn’t even realize that it could be hung over the door.  I need to pay more attention to what’s going on!

Look. I hung the mirror

FINALLY! I hung the mirror! Who knew it would hang over the door? BTW, I’m wearing some Old Navy today.  Fitted Tee, Rockstar jeans and that plaid scarf. I’m also wearing my most comfy black Repettos. The humidity is making my hair big. Odd how I”m not wearing J. Crew today, isn’t it?

Off to take more Alka Seltzer for my heartburn. Enjoy the rest of the day! XOXOXOXO!

Since the subject is clothing, and since I’m thinking about The Kinks—here’s “Dedicated Follower of Fashion”!

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Welcome To My Clumsy

Yes. It is one of those days in which my clumsiness outshines every single wonderful quality that embodies the essence of who I am! A regular “Accident Prone Joan”!

scar mem by Bleukettu on Deviant Art

This meme by BleuKettu on Deviant Art basically describes my clumsy. I’ve got scars on my face from falls. I have unknown bruises from bumping into stuff and it just goes on and on…….

Where the past couple of days have been beautifully crisp and cool, today’s weather is humid, unseasonably sticky, hazy and partly cloudy.   It never ceases to amaze me.  Whenever I go to have my hair blown out, the weather is either like today or rainy.

I realize that I have “winter” hair. My hair looks far better in the winter than in the hazy, warm, and sticky of the summer and fall.   Today I went for my regular blow out.

Anyway, in keeping with the warmth of this late September (who says there is no such thing as global warming? Take a look at my hair and you will see just what the effects of global warming are!!), I wore my white jeans.

Upon arriving at the salon, I parked my car.  When I got out of my car, the door hit my leg. It didn’t feel like much, and when I looked down at my white jeans, I spotted a smudge.  This isn’t unusual for me because 99 percent of the time, I cannot make it through a day without messing some part of my wardrobe.

When I got back into my car after that stellar blow dry, I noticed the smudge on my leg grew. Upon closer inspection, I saw that my leg was bleeding.  The freakin’ white jeans were now splattered with blood and there was nothing I could do about it.

It bled more as the morning went on

It grew as the morning went on.  This would not have happened if I was wearing dark jeans!

So I took a little detour to Old Navy before heading home.

I picked up a few items to try on and found a dressing room.

Does it bother me that my Weejuns haven't been polished in ten years. But the blood stain is festering.

See how the bloody spot grew on my WHITE jeans?  It doesn’t matter that the Weejuns I wore haven’t been polished in over five years..but that spot was just festering!

My clumsiness followed me.    My bracelet got caught in a hanger. It took me about two minutes to get the bracelet undone.

bracelet in hangar

I could not even begin to explain how THIS happened. But I do know that it was not easy to undo my bracelets from this cheap plastic hanger.

I decided to change up my hoop earrings today and wear my favorite statement earrings from J. Crew.  I lost the back of one of the earrings on the floor.  The floor is so speckled that I couldn’t spot the earring back.  I even “swished” and glided my feet across the dressing room hoping I would be able to feel it. No such luck.

See these pretty earrings?  Well, I almost lost one of them in the dressing room. God forbid I actually find the back of the earring on this floor.  The back fell–then mysteriously disappeared. It must have rolled into the land of lost socks from the nearest laundry room!

My leg has a little gash. It is hard for me to come to terms that a little gash like this could ruin a pair of jeans.

This gash caused the ruin of my jeans

This little gash, bled THAT much through my jeans. Ouch. My legs need moisturizer–and lots of it!

I didn’t let my clumsiness stop me from trying on clothing.  I loved this plaid shirt. What’s with me and plaid anyway? It must be because the Pope is visiting and I’m channeling my Catholic school uniforms.  But yeah, I’m that girl with the tucked-in shirt that just happened to untuck itself. That’s why I’m big on the half-tuck look. It is befitting any clumsy woman.

Half tuck is my new fashion statement. Hey. I AM that girl. My hair looks just like Marlo Thomas.

Do we see a pattern here with the plaid and the half tuck? I feel like Marlo Thomas with my “That Girl” coif!  Well–I AM that girl, but I’m the clumsy version!

It didn’t stop there.  I ended up getting a plaid scarf for eight bucks. As I slid my debit card through that little swipe apparatus, I disconnected it from the stand it was sitting upon.

More plaid.

Cute. Right?  Although my madness for plaidness is getting a bit crazy!

As I made an attempt to set the swipe machine back, my purse got caught on it.  I will only say this.  When the sales assistant finished the transaction, she was incredibly sincere in telling me to have a great afternoon.  She felt my clumsy.

It should have dawned on my last night that today would be that kind of day.  As I fluffed my pillows, my finger hit the headboard and my nail broke.  Really??  Who the hell breaks a nail trying to fluff pillows?   I do.

Broken Nail

I think Bonaparte was more upset about my broken nail than I was. He LOVES when my hands are perfectly manicured.  I need to file this nail down before it breaks again!

Happy Friday and welcome to my clumsy!

I’m just gonna Wang Chung my clumsy away! I’m gonna Wang Chung Tonight. Are you?

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In Search of a Decent Baguette—Cherchez Le Pain!

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A Reblog for this Friday. The lack of a decent baguette at Wegmans has prompted me to revisit this blog post! Enjoy the rerun!

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My Wide Load Again…And Other Musings

I’m changing the words to Willie Nelson’s “On The Road Again” to “My Wide Load Again”

My wide loan again

Need to get rid of my wide load again

Need to work it till its lean

And thin again

I just need to get rid of this load again!

Anybody notice that I've had this mirror for a year and it STILL isn't hung on the wall

Literally stuffed into my white jeans. BTW, I should NOT be wearing these since it is after Labor Day.  Also–has anyone noticed that I’ve been taking photos of myself in this mirror since January and I’ve YET to take it out of the cardboard packaging and hang it?  How lazy can I possibly be?  Note to self–hang mirror sometime in the near future!

I worked out yesterday. NO…not at the gym sillies!  I took a little trip to the Outlet mall. Walking around the outlets is my exercise.  You know how exercise raises “happy” chemicals in your body? Well, I walk and then imagine the shit I can buy when I finally get a job—I’ll be so happy! Imagine me carrying around that Louis Vuitton Neverfull bag!

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Deeply shallow as  ever, THIS is what I achieve to earn when I become re-employed!

Exercise also relives stress and anxiety. My mall walk will be just the medication I need.  Besides, I am carrying a wide load in the seat of my pants! No. It isn’t an issue with a certain bodily function.  It’s the weight gained from the past ten months.  I need to be active in order to get rid of my fat ass. This ass isn’t going to disappear on its own you know.

So off I went to the Philadelphia Outlets in Limerick. Luckily, my old jeans still fit. Well, I’m stuffed into them like a Polish Kielbasa, but let’s not talk about food right now……

Out in the car

Air conditioning on high. Music at “eleven” and I’m ready to make my way to the outlets!

The air was crisp and clear and not sweltering. It’s actually quite nice to be able to go outside and walk at an outdoor mall when the weather permits.  Besides, parking at any shopping center mid-week, provided it isn’t Christmas time, guarantees the space of one’s choice!

OUtlets

Not a cloud in the sky and crisp, clear weather. Perfect for walking around the outlet mall. It was also great because mid-week doesn’t have the crowds that the weekend brings!

In and out of various clothing shops, I realized that there are an awful lot of crappy goods being manufactured.  Complete garbage—fabrics don’t drape correctly, seams are loosely sewn, inconstant sizing.  I decided to hit J. Crew Factory and then leave…..

Until I passed by the Lindt Chocolate store. I love Lindt chocolate. Bonaparte loves their chocolate too. The difference between Bonaparte’s love for it and mine is that he has willpower. I do not.  Hand me a bag of Lindt chocolate truffles and I’ll eat the entire bag. The. Entire. Bag.

Various bags colored Lindt Lindor Truffles

I could go through an entire bag in less than an hour–or until I get sick!  Bonaparte has incredible willpower. He can eat one.  One. And not go after the entire bag! (photo by Guava Rose)

So I passed. I didn’t even enter through the doors. I just kept walking over to J. Crew. But, as I continued to walk, I couldn’t get the thought of chocolate or sweets out of my mind. A craving was beginning to build.   On a good note, Factory had some decent stuff for 40% off.  I ended up with a navy pair of Gigi pants, and a plaid popover shirt.  Both would look cute in a casual work environment! (As if…..)!

J. Crew Factory. Plaid Shirt and Gigi Pants

I had to size up in the shirt, but I like the looseness of it and I love the half-tuck!

Ya know, that damn chocolate was still on my mind as I left the outlets.   It was as though the more I thought about eating healthier, the more I envisioned vegetables dripping with chocolate syrup.   All I could think about was a recipe I had seen recently for chocolate almond toffee!

I had to stop at Wegmans on the way home and grab the ingreeds to make that toffee. Then I got to Wegman’s and had a different epiphany.  Why not give in to a small indulgence instead?

Wegmans

Wegmans in Collegeville, PA. I have a love/hate relationship with this location. In the first place, there are more “handicapped” and “Parking reserved for parents with small children” signs in the lot than regular spaces. In the second place, this Wegmans never has anything I need…

Instead of going with the toffee, I picked up a jar of the Wegman’s Nutella dupe.  I also picked up a small bag of sliced almonds.  And rice cakes.

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Wegmans “Hazel ‘Nuttin” a perfect dupe for Nutella. It actually tastes really good!

My sweet craving was satisfied in the form of what I shall deem “Cathe’s Craving”.   A rice cake topped with the Wegman’s fake Nutella, a sprinkle of fleur de sel, and on top of that, sliced almonds.  Not as fatty. It’s gluten-free and healthier than wolfing down an entire pan of homemade chocolate almond toffee.

rice cake

This kept my cravings at bay. Rice cake = 45 calories. Fake Nutella = 80 calories for 1 tablespoon. Sprinkling of almonds = I don’t know, but it cannot be as bad as a pan of chocolate almond toffee.

I looked in the fridge and noticed that I was really low on my jar of peanut dressing.  That’s another craving. This dressing is so stinking great that I only use the basic recipe just to make sure I have the ingredients on hand.

Asian Kale Slaw with Ginger Peanut Dressing  I’ve posted this recipe before and will do it again. The dressing is the best of all time! ALL TIME!!!

Then I quadruple –or more—the recipe and go to town. This needs to be made in large quantities. It also gets thicker when left in the fridge for a while so you can use it as a dip or to spread on bread or whatever. It’s bangin’!

Peanut sauce makings

Ingredients at the ready–it’s time to make more spicy ginger peanut dressing–or sauce–or dip. Whatever you use it for, it is awesomeness!

Atypically me, I didn’t have any fresh ginger in the house but I ended up using powdered ginger and it did the job!

Peanut dressing

I always have a stash of this in the fridge. Make it. Please. You will thank me later. Oh yes. You WILL thank me!

I also received a card in the mail from Oona.  When I opened it, she wrote a note to me that made me cry and touched me. It’s now in my purse for inspiration.

Card from Oona

This was divine intervention for me. It came at a most-needed time! I love Oona!

Despite the emotional ups and downs I’ve been experiencing lately, the best up was receiving those words from my daughter.  I guess I’m not the loser I wrote about a few days ago. Huh?

My day was a good one, like a jar of mixed nuts—I had mixed emotions. From disappointment about my wide load, to being gloriously happy with some stellar weather.  From cravings for decadently luxurious sweets, to a solution in enjoying in moderation.  From feeling like a loser a few days back, to knowing that I  have a daughter who loves me and is rooting for me to succeed.

Yesterday was nice!

Well, speaking of wide loads, I HAVE to give you Willie Nelson! On the Road Again!

XOXOXOXO!!

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Hey Pope! Take Note!

Pope Francis will be visiting the Washington, DC, New York and Philadelphia areas in just a few days. Holy shit! He’s going to be here tomorrow!   It’s really exciting.  It’s also too bad that I didn’t get a special invitation to talk with him before his trip.  There are a few things I want to warn him about while he’s here.

Pope Francis

Francis, you are the cutest Pope ever! And you are just so adorably humble–but I need to clue you in on a few things….

I mean, really, the Pope still stands by Catholic Dogma, which is only fair because he is the leader of the Catholic Church.  But, Francis is the most socially progressive Catholic leader we’ve ever had.

For one thing, Francis isn’t a fan of American Capitalism. We know what that means. He’s not a Republican!

Senate Minority Leader Mitch McConnell, R-Ky., speaks at a news conference as House Speaker John Boehner of Ohio listens as the debt crisis goes unresolved on Capitol Hill in Washington, Saturday, July 30, 2011. (AP Photo/Harry Hamburg)

(AP Photo/Harry Hamburg)

Can you just imagine if Pope Francis was American? These two would be bitchin’ and whinin’ about having to pay his Social Security benefits and health care. I sure hope they aren’t planning to “take care” of Francis in any other way!!!

I wanna bake cookies for the Pope and tell him every stinking sin and naughty act I’ve ever committed in my 60 years on earth. Ain’t gonna happen because he would need an extra week just to hear about my “sinful” and “evil” doings! Actually, that’s probably one of the reasons I couldn’t get a ticket to attend a Pope Mass. *sigh* I guess I’ll just have to wait till Christ-Mass to get my Catholic on!

Confessional

This confessional would need plumbing and beds if I were to confess my naughty acts!

Seriously though, I love our Pope. He walks the walk of what a true “Christian” should be. I mean, he doesn’t even wear the red Papal shoes. He thinks they are too extravagant.

Pope Benedict XVI's red shoes are seen in 2010 as he arrives at Edinburgh Airport in Scotland. Pope Benedict will leave behind his emblematic red shoes after ending his papacy Feb. 28. A Vatican official said he will wear brown shoes, beginning with loafers he was given as a gift last March during a visit to Leon, Mexico. (CNS photo/Derek Blair, Reuters) (Feb. 26, 2013) See BENEDICT-AFTER Feb. 26, 2013.

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Pope Benedict was a true fashionista of the Vatican, but Francis wants nothing to do with this extravagant footwear.  

My friend Satan must be rolling in the hot coals over that one. Why I’ll bet he  is just itching to get his hot feet squeezed into those little boats of luxurious Italian leather!

I raise my cup, chalice, wine glass to you, Francis, and give you these tips and warnings so that you can better enjoy your trip to the North East of our  United States of America!

  • First, you need to apologize to the people in the cities that you are visiting who own cars. Oh. I know full-well that it isn’t your fault. But, in this instance, you need to be the whipping post of the local politicians who are using you as a scapegoat to make a ton of money off of ticketing and towing cars that are parked on the street.  The vicious politicians started this “no parking” procedure over a week ago and are raking in those capitalist bucks that you are so against. Honestly, Francis, if you apologize and take the blame, you will not only become a bigger hero, but there is a good chance that even the most anti-religious, anti-Catholic just could convert.

Pope+Parking+No+Parking+Sign Philly

Mayor Nutter USED you as an excuse to collect funds for Philly a week before your visit. That is such a sin!

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Look!  Discourse was running rampant over the anxiety caused!  

  • Watch out when you are in DC. Those republicans and conservatives are “fake” Christians. Actually, many of them don’t even like you because you have empathy for so many people—the homeless, the gay community,  transgenders, women who have had abortions, people who are divorced. It especially drives them nuts since you said that atheists can be good people! You, my dear Francis (can I call you that?), realize that we are all sinners and none of us is perfect.  These bozos think that they are perfect and they are trying to make Jesus work overtime by bringing Him into their mess! Please, I’m begging you, if any of those extreme Tea Party righties offer you a cup of tea, don’t drink it! They will try to poison you.

republicans

This bunch thinks they are closer to God than the Pope is . I think they smoke dope!

  • If you get hungry for a snack while on the road, go to a Dunkin’ Donuts rather than Krispy Kreme. Krispy Kreme is out of stock.  The company hosted “Pirate Day” recently. Anyone who dressed like a pirate received a dozen free Krispy Kreme donuts.  Well, Francis, let me tell you—The Duggar Family, who actually hate and despise Catholics, had 14 family members dress up in pirate costume so they could claim 14 dozen donuts.  From adults to infancy, they all dressed up.  These are people who refuse to dress up for Halloween because they feel it is paganistic, but yet, they will dress up as a band of raping and pillaging pirates to lay claim to 14 dozen free donuts.  Francis—aren’t they committing the deadly sins of gluttony and greed?

Duggar-Family-Criticized-For-Getting-Free-Donuts

I’m sorry but there is just something so wrong with adults dressing up as pirates to get free donuts.  Hey Duggars. If you want free food, why not become a Catholic? Then you can go to Communion and receive gluten-free hosts every Sunday!

  • Oh. And I think you need to know. This family also travels to El Salvador to convert Roman Catholics over to their funda-mental form of fake Christianity.  Trust me, I’m sure the Duggar family squeezed into their *cough* “used” RV and traveled to many more than one Krispy Kreme shop to pillage more donuts.  I’m sure there are no more Krispy Kreme’s to be found. Stick with Dunkin’ Donuts. Besides. You can get the little Munchkins and flatten them out to look like Communion Hosts—just in case you run out when you are saying Mass!

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If you get hungry on the road, just stop at a Dunkin’ Donuts and grab a box of Munchkins instead.  Thank God Dunkin’ didn’t have Pirate Day!

  • I think you are ok with non-Christians. They are more tolerant than you think. It’s the evangelicals that you need to watch out for. They believe that Catholics aren’t Christians. Can you process this at all? I mean, you, the Pope, according to the bible-bangin’ fundies, are not Christian! Do me a favor and watch your back!
  • Can I do you a kindness and offer you some instruction when driving on the Jersey Turnpike in transit to DC, New York, and Philly? Watch out for Virginia plates. Hands down. Virginia drivers are the worst.  They love to drive s-l-o-w while in the left-hand lane. They don’t care if you need to hurry to the stadium for Mass—they will just keep practically idling down the Turnpike.  Oh. And beware of Maryland plates too. Bonaparte and I were almost killed twice in one week by Maryland drivers who shot out of nowhere and cut us off.  As slow as the Virginia drivers are, the Maryland drivers are arrogant and aggressive. I will definitely be spending a few hours confessing the plethora of words that begin with the letter “f” and end with the letter “k” every time I pass a car with Maryland Plates.

va plates

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Please print these plates out and use as reference. You do NOT want to be anywhere NEAR cars that adorn either Virginia or Maryland Plates or you will be entering the Gates of Heaven rather than the City of Brotherly Love sooner than you want to.

  •  You really need to watch out for any car that is going incredibly slow in the center or right-hand lanes too.  Really slow with no Virginia plates means that some self-important nincompoop is yapping on the phone. Yeah. On the Turnpike.   Have you any idea what it is like to be motoring at 80 MPH when you approach a car that is going 40MPH on the pike?  Trust me, I know you are heavenly and are super-close with God, but I don’t think you want to hang with him any time soon.  Please take note of any car that is going slowly and drifting from lane to lane at the same time.  These road multi-taskers are texting.  They are putting everyone on the road at danger but they know they won’t get in trouble because the State Troopers only go after any driver who is speeding.  Don’t forget to hang the rosaries from your rear-view mirror. You’ll need them.

Texting While Driving 1

It’s gonna be tough–not only are the texters gonna text, but when they get a load of YOUR Pope Mobile, they’ll be taking pictures and selfies all along the Jersey Turnpike. Get your rosary beads out now!

Todd Kimmell and Norwegian Artist Fred Lammers Pope pic

Actually, I think you will be better off just letting Matt O’Donnell from ABC News just row you up (or is it down) the Schuylkill River.  Isn’t this picture cute? It’s the artwork of Todd Kimmell and Norwegian Artist Fred Lammers.  Tour de Francis. I love it! Don’t you??

  • Please put that pexi-glass covering on your Pope Mobile. I realize that you are the people’s Pope and you like to engage, but please. This is America.  And lots of white-trash, hillbilly inbred, red necks have guns.  Lots of people who are emotionally unstable (which is one reason that I will never, ever want to own a gun) and lots of people with criminal records also own guns.  It’s not only how they go shopping for their dinner, but it’s also how they take care of those who don’t agree with them.  Just sayin’.  This isn’t Europe where people don’t really care about guns. Put the damn top on the Pope Mobile!

Popemobile

Pope Francis.  You can get away with no pexi-glass in the Vatican and in Europe. But American is gun-country my man! I don’t want anything bad to happen to you. Put the top on!!! Wow! You ARE humble! You aren’t even driving a Mercedes!

  • Enjoy. In spite of the sicko fundamentalists, despite the Republicans and conservative righties, and disregarding those who love to bash Catholics, have a great time. A number of Atheists think you are a cool guy. I know Jews who adore you.  You are responsible for bringing a number of lapsed Catholics back to the flock.   You are a ray of light in our world filled with bigotry and hatred and for that, I love you and just want you to have a safe trip!

So wolf down a Philly cheese steak.

Cheese steak

Hint. Go to Geno’s. 

When in New York, stop at a cart and savor a Sabrett Hot Dog that has been floating in dirty water for a few hours—they are the best!

sabrett hot dog cart

And when you order one of these delightful dirty-water dogs, don’t forget to slather it in lots of mustard and sauerkraut.  Best. Dogs. Ever!!!! Get a pretzel for dessert!

 

And realize, that most of the people you will meet here are good and decent people. They work hard and have hope for a better world.  Most of us are on your side, buddyroo!

Francis. You will thank me later for this advice!

Today’s song is was written by a Philly boy. Eric Bazilian of The Hooters. Joan Osborne sings “One of Us’. Very appropriate for the visit of Pope Francis. XOXOXOXO!!!

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There Is Only One Thing That Holds Me Back…..

I’m taking a writing challenge. I am taking The Sandbox Writing Challange 6.

What’s Holding You Back?   This question IS quite the challenge, but in order for me to be an honest writer, I have to accept it. I need to question why I’m being held back and I need to find the reason for what is holding me back.

You want to really, truthfully, and honestly know what is holding me back?

I am holding myself back.

Yup! That’s right. I am my own worst enemy.  Oh…I’ll write my blog posts on a regular basis..and I love writing them.  I really do. It gives me a chance to write about what goes on in the gray matter between my ears and underneath my beautifully blown out waves.

I love engaging and having a good time with the friends to like to read my words.

Overall, I’m a happy little thing. I love to laugh. I love to make fun of myself. It’s what I do. But I suffer from anxiety and depression, and aside from those two very intense maladies, I’m happy.  Unfortunately the anxiety and depression take over my ability to do things and both these little critters add to the mix of me holding me back!

Oh.Physically, I’m more than capable of doing. That’s not even an issue.  It comes down to a matter of being able to bring my mind’s emotions and state to work together with that physical.  For example. Today is a lovely day.  In my mind, I know that I should be able to go outside and take my dog for a one to two-hour walk. But I can’t. I swear to you, I just cannot do it.

There is something inside me that won’t allow it.  That something sometimes won’t allow me to get dressed or even leave the house on any given day.

That something in me says “You have your lady parts exam next month” “What if there is something wrong with you?” “You can’t go out–there may be something wrong’  “You can’t visit your friends. There may be something wrong with you”.  “You cannot reorganize the garage because there may be something wrong with you”.

That something will also say to me ” Is that really a headache or a bloodclot or tumor?” “Is that really a stomach ache or do you have pancreatic cancer?” “Do I have a bad thyroid?”  “I think I have fibromyalgia.” “Hey, just what IS fibromyalgia anyway?”

If I see a medical commercial first thing in the morning. It affects me to the point I can’t do anything because that particular disease will float around my complete being and, like war, I’m good for absolutely nothing!

I literally had  to stop watching the republican debates last week because listening to those idiots got me into a mental frenzy of unreachable limits.  It upset me so much that these sick and controlling men and that one wack job of a woman, want to defund Planned Parenthood and  they speak of wanting more war and their hatred and bigotry is so evident that I could not sleep for two nights.

I allowed them to get to me. It’s my own doing.

I feel badly for my kids that they have to have a loser for a mother. A loser because I’ve not been a financial success.  I’ve not been a professional success. All three of my children have friends who’s mothers are so successful. They are attorneys. They own businesses. They are perfect. I ain’t.

And I have nobody to blame for that but me. I have allowed my laziness and lack of self-confidence to take over my efforts to try to be a professional writer.

Coming to the harsh realization that I have no income scares the shit outta me.  Then I fester upon that.  Before I know it, I’m worried that I will lose home number two.

I feel like a complete slacker because Bonaparte shouldn’t have the onus of supporting the both of us and it makes me feel like shit. Then I get angry. Angry at myself.  …and the cycle continues.

Seriously, if you read this, please don’t be mad at me because this post isn’t humorous. Just realize that sometimes, I’m lazy and I hold myself back. It hasn’t affected my ability to laugh!

I need a huge dose of happiness right now to help me from holding myself back. Oh well, the good thing is that I own what holds me back. I’m not blaming anyone else but me! I point the finger at myself!

In the meantime, here’s one of my favorite movie songs. Shirley Temple. Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm. “Come and Get Your Happiness”.  I think I will replay this a lot today. Then I’ll get my happiness back and I won’t hold myself back! XOXOXOXO!!!

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Wanna Share a Cuppa Cawfee And Tawk With Me?

coffee sign he brew

Such a true passage…….

Ya know, Bonaparte is so good to me. He always makes the best cuppa Joe every morning. He treats me like the pretend royalty that my delusions have me believe I am.

Bonaparte. Mr. Cawfee

I really am lucky!  Bonaparte makes sure I have my morning cawfee, princess style. In bed!

Come and sit with me while we share a cup!

The past few days were busy.  Bonaparte knows that I’ve been feeling ridiculously sorry for myself, wallowing in self-pity,  being quite a pain-in-the ass , a bit depressed lately.  I miss New York City something awful.  I just don’t have an emotional connection with the Philadelphia area nor do I have a connection with the people.  Each day becomes more and more crippling for me, but I do struggle to make the best of the situation! After all, I’ve got Bonaparte, my kids,Chippy, and a great home!

Me. Happy to be going to the city

Seriously, I may be office poison and can’t get a job due to my age, but I have a nice life. I’ll bitch and moan, but between my kids and Bonaparte, I’m only lucky lady! Oh..and Adam blew my hair out on Friday.  Lovin’ my waves!

Anyway, yesterday Bonaparte decided to take me into New York.  Jake and Roman met us for a nice brunch at Les Halles, Anthony Bourdain’s restaurant where  we had a most enjoyable time.

Les Halles

Hey, would I lie to you?  Trust me, if you are in Manhattan any time soon, have lunch or dinner at Les Halles.  It isn’t “haute cuisine”, but the food is consistent in being good. It’s easy simple and non-complicated French bistro stuff.  Nice ambiance too–and the wait staff is great! It is our “go-to” NYC place! Can’t go wrong here!

It’s just very comforting when I’m in New York and with the kids.  Its amazing how one afternoon spent back in New York City, for just a few hours, can bring my spirit back up to a good place.   It’s even better when the boys are able to meet us.  If only Oona were back in New York……….

We had good food, good conversation, and the weather was perfect for driving and walking around!

Down 42nd street

The skies were overcast as we entered the city. But….

Headed downtown

By the time we finished brunch and headed downtown the sun and blue skies took over!

Tri pic of NYC

We dropped Roman off at the new WTC site.  I think I’m almost ready to venture and explore the “new” downtown.

It’s always fun to go to the City because it’s also an excuse for me to get dressed a bit.

OOTD Going into NYC

Do you like my outfit?  I got to wear my new J. Crew Regency blazer and my new front-zipper Pixie Pants also from J. Crew.  The Repetto ballet flats I got for a steal of 93 euros this past summer were so comfortable. THE perfect shoes for walking in the City!

It was just one of those really great days. Traffic was on our side, no wait to get through the Holland Tunnel in both directions. It was a nice way to finish the summer!

Oh wait. I didn’t tell you? I had an interview with a staffing agency last week.  I just about had a full-blown anxiety/panic attack about it too.

They “tested”  me on my  Excel skills!   Excel—that unforgiving little program that Microsoft changes from year to year.  Microsofties think that they do us a favor by revamping and “improving” the program. They aren’t—they just make it easier for rocket scientists and MIT students. Your average administrative and executive assistants just become frustrated and stressed.

Anyway, I had to deal with Pivot tables, charts, formulas, page layouts, workbooks, sheets….question upon question upon question and I thought the small amount of gray matter in between my ears would burst! Then my anxiety peaked in anticipation of my “Word” skills test immediately following this Excel judgement.  So I finished the test, my confidence was in the sue-ah (that’s NY talk for sewer).  Then I heard an announcement.   I had a perfect score.  100% correct! Because of this perfect score the “Word” testing was waived!

That was pretty cool, I have to admit.  My confidence was rising…

Oh!  I almost forget. Saturday evening brought about a great dinner dish!  “Poulet a la Provencale”.

Best cookbook ever chicken with olives recipe picture

This recipe is amazing and so easy. I’ve altered it a bit though. 

I altered the recipe just a bit–mostly in the procedure of cooking it. Have a click and let me know if you try it!   Poulet a la Provencale

See this book?

Best Cookbook ever

Take it from me, if you EVER see this book in a store, grab it and take it home. It will be invaluable!

Hands down, it’s the best French home-style cookbook of all time.  My copy is so dog-eared and so filled with spills and crumbs.  I picked it up at the now-defunct “Borders” book store for about six dollars maybe eight years ago.  Bonaparte says it is the most realistic French cookbook ever!

Serve with a salad and a nice wine and you’ve got a nice light dinner! Perfect for the end of summer and into early fall!

It was a nice few days.  Not overly ambitious, and not boring.  Fun but just enough to fill those last lazy days of summer….

..which fits in well with today’s song? “Lazy Day”. Spanky and Our Gang. I loved Spanky!

Oops! Our cawfee is now iced because I tawked too long! XOXOXO!!!

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