Bonaparte and I headed into Astoria this past weekend.
This view of the Brooklyn/Queens Expressway from the passenger side is looking mighty familiar these days!
We went to visit Roman at his apartment.
Lazy Mom was so excited to see her sons that she could not focus the smart phone camera too well. That wasn’t smart!
Jake came in from Brooklyn and all four of us headed out to a great brunch at “Sugar Freak” restaurant. I’ll get to that later.
What a forced smile! He’s basically saying”ANNOYING mom–get that camera away from me”!
Anyway, it dawned on me that I hadn’t made any baked goodies in a while. It’s summer. I hate—and I mean HATE to use the oven during the months of July and August. September also falls into the category of no oven as well because the September heat and humidity can be just as bad, if not worse than August. Believe me, I will use the oven during those months, but I scale down on—especially with my baking! Things start cooling down by September’s end. Gradually, I get back into baking with happiness and a passion with Christmas being my absolute pinnacle!
When the kids were young, I would bake during summer vacation and send all sorts of baked goods into their classrooms at the beginning of the school year. I’ve become extremely lazy and slothful during these empty-nest years!
Yeah–I’m pretty much slothful lazy mom–except unlike THIS sloth, I’m better dressed!
Late Friday afternoon I was stuck on the Schuylkill parkway. I was driving back from Philly and had a baking epiphany! And so I decided to make a pit stop at Wegman’s to get some ingredients to bake a nice big batch of cookies to bring to Roman.
I picked up some eggs, butter, chocolate chunks, pecans, and pretzels. I would compromise a basic chocolate chip cookie recipe and use my own add-ins.
Then something happened as I approached the line to pay. My slothful laziness hit me in the form of another one of my bright ideas!
I didn’t have to “BAKE” at all!
No siree!
I went back to the aisles until I found an insulated cookie sheet!
I purchased this GREAT cookie sheet. ALWAYS use the insulated ones–they make for more even baking and the cookie bottoms don’t get burnt!
Next, I went over to the paper goods aisle and purchased a roll of parchment paper!
Besides baked goods, parchment is GREAT for cooking fish and has tons of other uses. I’m never without.
I went home and proceeded to make cookie batter.
After breaking the pretzels in little pieces, and mixing in the chocolate chunks and pecans, I went into the pantry and took out white chocolate morsels to add to the mix.
The pretzels add that to-die-for saltiness to the sweetness of the chocolate chunks and white chocolate morsels. The pecans–they just add more texture and flavor!
I lovingly mixed sugar and eggs together. Added the vanilla. Added the mix of chocolates, pecans and pretzels.
Adding the eggs ……
…and the batter is complete. My willpower is always gone when a batter is completed. I cannot help serving myself a taste–or eleven!
Then, I scooped individual mounds of cookie onto my own Silpated cookie sheets. I popped the sheets into the fridge to harden the dough overnight.
Forgive me–this is corn cookie dough ready for the fridge. I forgot to take a pic of the chocolate chunk ones–but you get the idea!
Next morning I placed the mounds of dough into plastic zippy bags.
The dough hardens so that you can place the individual scoops in a plastic bag and freeze. No need to defrost before baking!
Cookie sheet, parchment paper, cookie dough in bags, and well-thought instructions that I wrote onto a sheet of paper made a great little gift!
I placed the cookie sheet, the parchment paper, the cookie dough and the instructions in a cute bag. Made a nice gift!
The more I thought about my creative thinking—the more I was giving her royal laziness a pat on my back!
Really—think about it. Had I baked 36 very large cookies, chances are half of them would have gone uneaten. THIS lazy way, allows my son to bake small amounts at random!
Bad a Boom!!! Or should I say Bad “Mom” A Boom!
Laziness aside, my point is that I could have just opted to “fuhggetaboudit” altogether and just wait till the cool weather returns. THEN I could complete the task and deliver the goods. But—there is always a solution and that solution can be turned into a positive thing—right?
Besides. Mothers are the busiest women on the face of the earth!
Back to brunch!
Astoria, Queens used to be known for its many Greek restaurants. Then something happened. Astoria evolved into a foodie haven—or heaven! There are great little restaurants on every street! It’s a great place—and since rents are so astronomically high in Manhattan, along with Brooklyn now becoming hip, chic, and the place to be, Astoria, as well as other communities in Queens are coming into their own.
Anyway, we are huge fans of Louisiana cuisine—especially Cajun!
My stellar photography skills–you CAN see the Sugar Freak sign under the awning–I just didn’t want to disturb the outdoor diners!
Sugar Freak is a very popular restaurant. I hadn’t waited on a line in ages. But the twenty minute wait ended in a great, GREAT brunch! Here are some photos of our meal for you to drool over!
We started out with Kir Royales (which were a great bargain at Six bucks.) AND we ordered Brunch Oysters. Oysters slathered in a delicious Hollandaise sauce with bacon. Again, I’m sorry that the oysters are missing from this pic, but I wolfed them down so fast! They were so delicious–I even slurped the sauce. Besides being a sloth, I’m also a pig!
I had the three poached eggs with Jambalaya. I’ve been to New Orleans many times and THIS Jambalaya was the best I’ve ever had!
Jake had the same as me, but with scrambled rather than poached eggs.
Roman had the Sugar Freak breakfast. Eggs. Grits. Boudin. Gravy and a biscuit! I tasted the grits and they were out of this world great!
Bonaparte went with the Eggs in Purgatory–poached eggs in a spicy tomato sauce with sliced baguette. Hey. He’s French–baguettes follow him around. The Eggs in Purgatory was “Heavenly”!
The service was the only area where I’ll add my constructive criticism. Our server was really wonderful. She took our orders, checked on us a couple of times, and thankfully, left us alone. My critique lies within the bussing staff—and I blame management for this. Please—and I beg you; do NOT clear the dishes off the table until EVERYONE is finished with their meals. Aarrrgghhh! That drives me batty. Nobody wants to be rushed. We are not staying in the restaurant all day. I realize management’s goal is to turn a profit, but diners do NOT want to feel pushed out. Tweak this little issue and you have one fantastic restaurant!
Even so, if you get the chance and are out and about in Queens try to make it to Sugar Freak—you’ll have a great time!
Take it from Lazy Mom–unbaked cookie dough and a trip to NYC’s Astoria make for a fun day!
XOXOXOXO!!! For some reason going to brunch brought back memories of years ago–when my friends and I would spend hours at brunch in NYC–and I was reminded of this great Michael Franks song “Eggplant”–it’s an oldie but Greatie!!!
Oh boy. I just cannot begin to tell you just how busy the past few days have been for me.
I have been to HELL and back. I’m not talking about being stuck on the Belt Parkway either!
Believe me–stuck in traffic on the Belt Parkway is ONE version of hell on earth!
I interviewed Satan. Oh yes I did!
Anne Rice may have interviewed the vampire, but I got to interview THIS guy!
OK. You know how my bestie Hipster Jesus judged Josh Duggar for sexual molestation.
Josh did the dirty with his SISTERS and a family friend!!! Remember how Joshie falsely and arrogantly begged for my Hipster Jesus’ forgiveness. Remember how all those Duggar Humpers prayed too? You think my Jesus is a freakin’ moron?
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: Nobody puts MY Hipster Jesus in a corner!
All that praying to be forgiven made things worse. Joshie—our little real life Weepy the WeeWee, is at it again!!!
Actually, for some reason, I doubt Josh Duggar’s wee wee is weeping! But then again, if he caught some sort of disease……….
He’s a member of “Ashley Madison”!!! Ashley Madison is a site where married men to go cheat on their wives!!!! Can you believe this?
Mr. “Family Values” doughboy is at it again. This time he’s a cheat!!! What a great example of hypocrisy!
Josh Duggar, who, along with his Duggar litter, family, freak fest, cult pontificates about “family values” and who blames GAY people for destroying the sanctity of marriage, CHEATS ON HIS WIFE!!
He also loves Porn!!! Oh. I’m not talking food porn either, I’m talking naughty schoolgirl porn!!
Look at those DuggarMale faces! Joshie must be showing them naughty porn pics! Ewwww. John David, to the far left, has the creepiest expression on his face! The others just look stunned, scared, and some appear to be quite happy!
There is just so much to soak in here. The Duggar Family who *cough* all live “Godly” lives and quote the Bible (which, by the way is a man-made story book), and Psalms—you know, those writings with numbers like “Paul 13.1”, all judge others’ behaviors and condemn anyone who doesn’t live by their ideology. (Maybe mommy Michelle teaches her homeschooled pack of wild animals, pod, litter, brood math with those Psalm equations!)
Michelle and the younger Duggars make signs.
Making signs. Boy, Michelle Duggar must be teaching her advanced displacement class!
But getting back to Joshie. His family released a statement last week—but then edited it.
Anyway, in the first statement, Josh blamed Satan for his naughty actions!
At least Flip Wilson joked about blaming the Devil! Joshie was serious!
Imagine that! Josh didn’t even own up to going on line and registering for Ashley Madison and he didn’t own up to looking at naked ladies doing very weird stuff on the net. In fact, Josh also has a fake Facebook page and is friends with girls who look like jailbait.
So anyway, back to Satan.
This was too enticing for me. I mean, I’m pretty much an equal opportunist!
I feel bad that the Duggar and their fake Christian fund-a-mental-ist ilk actually have the nerve to use my Hipster Jesus as an excuse to hide behind whilst spewing hatred and bigotry.
Boy–this family really loves to blame everyone else but themselves. How true these words are!
I also felt so bad for Satan because Josh actually pointed the finger at him and blamed that little devil for the dirty filthy deviant sicko actions he carried out! I HAD to find out for myself just what Satan thought of this little pudgy sex machine!
It was a tough task to undertake, but I did it! First off, I had to call Hipster Jesus to get his permission to make the trip to Hades.
You really didn’t think I would go to Hell on my own–did you? I wanted permission first!
Hipster Jesus told me it was ok to do so. First of all, Jesus is very busy figuring out how he’s going to try to get those dirty politicians to just leave him alone. Jesus also explained to me that he’s got so much weeding out to do with the spirits. He further explained that sometimes it really is difficult to distinguish between the really good souls and those who are just so phoney!
Hipster Jesus sometimes has a hard time weeding out the good from the evil! Case in point! Josh is evil–Jeb is….well, he’s just plain ol’ dumb but the jury is still out!
He also told me to suggest to Satan that he start digging a bit deeper as he’ll be sending tons of spirits down for a meet and greet!
I felt really bad for my Hipster Jesus. He’s working overtime to handle prayer requests. He’s upset because he hardly receives any prayers of thanks!
Guilty as charged! Oh..I’m no angel, but I will thank my hipster Jesus for all that I have!
His instructions to me were to wear red so I would “blend”. He also said that Michael the Archangel would be accompanying me because he didn’t want any funny business thrown my way by Satan. I was further instructed to walk down to the sewer at the end of my street at midnight. Michael would be waiting for me and would bring me to the underworld.
Michael the Archangel would be accompanying me. Apparently he’s one of the few who actually intimidates Satan so he would be my protector!
I dressed appropriately. My red J. Crew Tippi sweater, my red J. Crew Flouncy skirt and my red slut heels were the perfect ensemble. The only issue was that I may have been really hot and sweaty since this outfit was more of a winter one. But—a serious journalist must do her job!
I dressed in red but was concerned about the heaviness of the fabric! Oh well, I’m a dedicated journalist and I suffer for my craft!
Michael looked great! He’s such a character! He miraculously changed up his look so that he resembled John Travolta’s role of him in the film “Michael”. He said it was to appear more human!
Seeing Michael the Archangel like this, I just wanted to start dancing with him to “Chain of Fools”–just like in the movie–but I had serious work to do!
After meeting at the sewer, off we went. In a flash, I was at the entrance to Hell!
Boy, was it hot! Now why I know why they call it an inferno! When the door opened, there stood Satan, flames at his feet.
It made me wonder if Michael Flatley had been visiting—after all, one of his shows was named “Lord of the Dance—Feet of Flames”!
I dunno–I’m seriously wondering just WHERE Michael Flatley got the “Feet of Flames” idea? Has he been visiting someone????????
I was somewhat shocked when Satan and Michael exchanged pleasant greetings. But as Satan made a motion for me follow him, he explained that even though they may not agree on everything, he and Michael and Hipster Jesus do have a mutual respect for each other. I thought that was nice.
It’s true. They don’t agree on anything. But they need to work together to weed out and separate the good from the evil!
It was also quite shocking for me to be led into Satan’s air-conditioned office! Again, he explained that I was not the first human to visit and interview him and visitors just need a more comfortable place to speak with him. Then he laughed and told me that even he sometimes needs some cooling off time!
Satan’s office! Who knew? Thankfully for my sake it was cold as a fridge!
What follows is the transcript of my interview. I have made this exclusively available to my friends because it is really important for me to see that people really understand the mind of truly evil people like Josh Duggar and his family and their fake Christian peers.
ME: “First of all, I would like to thank you for allowing me to interview you”. “Would you like me to call you Mr. Satan, or is it permissible for me to refer to you as “Sate”?
SATAN: “Cathe.” “This is Hell.” “You don’t have to be so formal; Sate is fine”
ME: “Ok. Let’s Begin”. “I’m sure you are fully aware of Josh Duggar’s recent actions—what, with his membership to Ashley Madison and his obsession with porn and other dirty delights…” “But, what bothers me is that his family made a statement in which Josh blamed YOU, Satan, for his sins of the flesh.” “A short time later the statement was edited”. “How do you feel about being blamed—are you annoyed”?
SATAN: “That’s a good question”. “It bothered me a lot that Josh placed the blame on me!” “He’s an adult and he needs to own and take responsibility for his actions.” “Listen—I don’t tempt anyone!” “People know the difference between right and wrong—it’s called a conscience” “All too often people make decisions that are both wrong and downright evil and the weakest links blame me because they are too cowardly to own up to their actions”. “The only time I truly tempted anyone was when Jesus was in the desert for those forty days–and I wasn’t really TEMPTING him–I was just messing with him” “Jesus is a strong dude–he paid no attention to me”
ME: “Ok. I get what you are saying”. “However, many people are saying that had Josh Duggar had been raised outside of the Quiverfull or whatever cult Jim Bob and Michelle belong to, Josh wouldn’t have been so suppressed and he would have also been taught that certain actions are wrong…….”
SATAN: (interrupting)”…Hold on Cathe—let me say something” “EVERYONE has an innate sense of what is right and wrong—no matter how they are raised.” “Let me give you an example: Remember when you were 13 years old? You shoplifted a lipstick from a five-and-dime store. When you got home, you were behaving rather quietly and your mom asked you if you were ok. You told her you were. Then you went upstairs to your bedroom and started crying because you felt bad that you not only stole the lipstick, but you lied to your mother” “Do you remember what you did next?”
ME: “Oh my God!” “Yes! I remember!!” “I went into my top drawer, took out a dollar because the lipstick was only eighty-nine cents!” “I got on my bike and rode back to the store and placed the dollar by the cash register!” “I made sure that nobody was near the register” “Then—the next Saturday I went to Confession. I was soooo upset that I did something just so bad!”
SATAN: “My point exactly!” “You had an INNATE sense that what you did was wrong” “You didn’t blame me and you didn’t sit in your room trying to justify your actions by pointing the finger at me either” “You didn’t kneel by your bed to ask God’s forgiveness while admiring that frosty pink lippie” “Instead, you rode your bike back to the store and more or less paid for the lipstick. You handled the situation by owning up to it in confession” “And I have to say, it almost hurt me that you were so upset about your actions but it proves that you realized you did wrong and you made right”. “I was defeated, but my point is that you KNEW the difference between wrong and right”
ME: (Eye rolling) “Yeah. Thanks for bringing THAT up”. “But I have to admit, I LOVED that lipstick. I’m glad I went back to pay for it—*sigh* the things kids do!!!”
SATAN: “The Duggar parents teach their kids wrong from right in a different way” “They confuse their children by raising them to think that dressing in a certain way is “sinful”.”They control their children by making them believe that kissing or holding hands or exploring a young person’s feelings—whether sexual or any other way is BAD.” “They have this odd belief that women should be subservient to man—what a crock of shit!” “They marry their kids off to other weak links within their community and you have an entire group of people who spread this ideology and it grows and grows and before you know it, they are spreading their beliefs like a malignancy”. “Look what happened to politics!” “Years ago religion wasn’t even MENTIONED in politics!” “There was a separation of God and State—and even I was separated from politics. People are bringing me into this and I don’t like it either—but I’m going off topic here. Back to Josh and his family….”
Hey Josh–you better watch your hands–that’s your daughter!
ME: “So, basically, Sate, let me get this straight—you’re blaming Josh’s money hungry parents for his actions?”
SATAN: “No” “I’m simply saying that despite the way Josh was raised, he definitely knows the difference between right and wrong”. ‘He admitted he did wrong” “He owned up to the cheating”. “He owned up to the porn thing and he owned up to that despicable and incestuous molestation” “What pisses ME off is that he blamed me for those actions” “It also pisses me off that he uses praying for forgiveness as another excuse.” “Pray. Forgive. Repeat the crime”. “He’ll have to answer to a higher–and lower power”!
SATAN: “I also want to go on record to say that the real “sin” that these people commit is the sin of vanity and greed” “This family (and all of those who believe their ideology) is so incredibly greedy”. “They have used Jesus as a platform to spew their hatred of gays, Catholics, and anyone who doesn’t share their beliefs.” “Listen—I’m not saying that there aren’t bad people within the gay community or there aren’t any evil Catholics—I’ve got a ton of pedophile priests down here.” “But these people pontificate about good, solid family values—and then Josh goes out and cheats on his wife that he knocks up every one or two years and has the arrogance to say that the gay community has ruined the sanctity of marriage?” “This guy is a dick and he will absolutely have a place at the very bottom of my club” “In fact, I’ve already got a deeper level dug—or should I say “duggared” for when he joins me!”
This is the picture of a joke of a marriage. There ARE no family values here–it’s all a lie!
ME: “Oh you funny devil. That “duggared” remark was pretty funny” “Nice to see you have a sense of humor. OHHH. I almost forgot—Jesus told me that he was going to have many more spirits to send to you so you really need to start digging more.” “He’ll be glad to find out you are one step ahead on that”!
SATAN: “Thanks. I appreciate that” “But it’s true—the more in the public eye this family became, the more arrogant they grew”. “Take that idiot , Ben, that Jessa married” “He truly believes he is some sort of biblical savior” “I know you are very upset with his Catholic bashing—and rightly so-but I love it. His arrogance and lack of humility guarantees him a spot here!” “The only reason he wanted to hook up with Jessa is that he wanted fame and he was manipulative enough to get through to that greaseball Jim Bob” “And let me tell you something else—Jessa is no angel” “She is as vain and arrogant as many souls that I hold in custody” “She’s more upset about losing money by not having the birth of their baby televised than she is about actually loving her child—you know I am not a fan of love per se” “She’s another one who will be welcomed here”
He thinks he’s a savior. She’s angry that the birth of their child won’t be televised. See those passports? TLC paid for their honeymoon. Cash cow is over–yet they still hate. Yup–a spot is opened for them..and not in Heaven!
ME: “So you don’t think the Duggar girls, or the family friend or Anna Duggar are victims of Josh’s crimes?”
His sisters never spoke out against him. All for fame and money. Their husbands are even more vile for not coming to the defense of these women!
SATAN: “Cathe. Are you related to Walter Cronkite or something?”
ME: “Nope—and I take that as a compliment”
SATAN: “You’re cute.” “As far as these women/girls being victims-yes. They were and are victims of heinous crimes, and I feel for the younger siblings of the families, and I ESPECIALLY feel horrible for the friend of the family who was molested– but—and here’s a big “but”. “These women could have spoken against Josh’s actions.” “Instead, they chose to allow their reality show celebrity and their lust of money and fame stop them from coming clean and admitting they were victims AND admitting their brother committed a crime.” “They chose to tell people that they were praying for Josh’s forgiveness and kept playing the religious and Jesus card” “It’s sad because there are a lot of uneducated people out there who truly believe that the Duggars and those false Christians just like them are true Christians.” “They aren’t true Christians at all–in fact, they are a hellofa lot like me” “By the way, I am keeping the friend of the family out of this–she needs her privacy.”
SATAN: “You know who the truest Christian on earth is?” “Francis—your new Pope” “I’ll tell you that man not only talks the talk but he walks the walk-the guy doesn’t have one evil bone in his body” “He’s a breath of fresh air—even for ME—and that says a lot!”
Pope Francis is THE leading example of a true Christian–possibly the ONLY example!
ME: “Oh. I don’t want to take up too much more of your time—besides, it’s almost morning and I need to get back home” “One last thing—lots of folks are talking about how sorry they feel for Anna Duggar—personally, I’m not feeling the empathy” “What’s you take, Sate?”
This once clinging-vine looks sweet, but she is as sour and nasty as that ham sandwich that was left in a locker for an entire school year!
SATAN: “I”ve read your opinion on this and I agree with you” “At first, she DID appear to be that needy, clinging vine of a young woman—almost like a hemorrhoid” “But, as she became more empowered through the fame and recognition of being a Duggar, she became rather full of herself and went on all sorts of social media to publicize her hatred of the LGBT community, Democrats and others who didn’t share her beliefs as well” “She’s just as guilty to stay married and raise her children in an emotionally and possibly physically abusive environment.”
SATAN: “Cathe, I just want to add one more thing, if I may.” “You mortals can be so hypocritical at times—and what I’m going to say goes beyond the fake Christian thing” “You are in a society that supposedly cares about children-you don’t want them abused in any way but yet, the authorities do NOTHING to protect kids from cults like Gothard or Scientology or Quiverfull for example” “Mortals will allow Josh and Anna Duggar’s children to live with a parent who has molested, yet those children will NOT be taken away from them” “There are so many people who are unable to have children and there are so many same-sex couples who would be great parents to those children and yet they are ostracized and stigmatized—it’s almost….well, EVIL” “I have nothing more to say except to keep diggin’!”
ME: “Thanks Satan. Hopefully this is the only time that I’ll be seeing you!”
SATAN: “Watch your road rage honey, and it WILL be the last time you see me!” “Now get outta here you little devil you!” “Tell Michael to give my thanks to Hipster Jesus for sending me so many souls—it warms my heartless!” “I gotta go. Beetlejuice and I are meeting for drinks!”
I was so excited to hear that Satan was going to hang with Beetlejuice. But I didn’t want to say anything for fear of repeating his name three times–you know where THAT leads donja???
Seriously! This was one heated interview! I hope everyone gets a better understanding of just how weak Josh Duggar is to put the blame on Satan rather than to own up to his own crimes, misdemeanors and misgivings! But—the entire Duggar cult is just as guilty—and the saddest thing is that there are people out there who think these vile people are “godly”. They aren’t—and there is a special place “duggared” for them!
I’m soooooooo jealz that Sate got to hang with my fave bad boy, Beetlejuice! So how’s a bout a little fun with that crazy guy? “Dayo” from Beetlejuice! XOXOXOXOXOXOOO!
I’m so happy that I was “red” illy available for this interview–and I’m glad to be back on earth!
I also hope you had a hot weekend–but not as hot as mine!!!
Two days ago I drove out to Long Island. The reason was to attend a funeral for my Aunt Catherine, who passed away just shy of her 100th birthday.
These words pretty much sums it all up!
I, being the deeply shallow opportunist that I am, had visions of writing about the town I grew up in. I thought I would take photos of the beautiful lakes, drive over to the beach, snap more pics and just write about the memories of going back home. After all, I love Long Island and I love my hometown. The memories are beyond great!
But I changed up my mind.
Instead, I want to talk about family.
Not immediate family—but the aunts, uncles, and cousins that build the structure of family.
I’m afraid and ashamed that I haven’t been a great “relative” for many years. My own center of the earth was revolving around me. So many excuses: My divorce. My move from New York City to New Jersey. My move from New Jersey to Pennsylvania. My anxiety (Yes—I’m actually guilty of using anxiety as an excuse. THIS time it’s ok to judge me!).
All this kept me from making even the feeblest attempt to connect with my aunts, uncles and cousins. My selfishness got the best or..should I say worst of me!
Even in death. Over the years I’ve lost many relatives. The older we age, the more we need to be faced that our loved ones will leave us. It’s a difficult realization, but it’s a fact.
Out of respect—I should have been more visible for many others. But I wasn’t.
We were planning to have a big party this coming December to celebrate my aunt’s 100th birthday. This was one event I could not wait to attend. It would give me the chance to see cousins I haven’t seen in years. It would give my now grown children the opportunity to meet cousins they never knew they had (A bit of background—my mother came from a family of 11 kids. I believe 2 died as children so it was basically 9 aunts and uncles. Two aunts joined the convent. All others married and had multiple children. That’s a lot of cousins. My cousins all have kids. That’s even more cousins.)
My mother and her siblings grew up in Howard Beach, NY. It was a small community within the confines of the New York City limits in Queens, NY.
All but one sibling moved out to Long Island in the early 1960’s. My Uncle Tommy and Aunt Millie stayed in Queens, on Centerville Street. It was a great house. Across from a city playground where, surprisingly, I have great memories of playing—even though I fell off the top of a sliding pond onto my skull. Thankfully, I am extremely thick-headed. However, I think I may have rearranged a few brain cells that day!
Anyway, my Uncle Tommy and Aunt Millie had the BEST finished basement of all time. Bar. Wood paneled walls. Their dog Checkers hanging out so chill. There were a lot of Gorman family parties in that house…
Aunt Millie and Uncle Tommy–these two kids had the best party house of all time!!!
Since all the other sibs in my mom’s family lived on the Island (for those of you who aren’t aware—Long Island is referred to as “the Island” for those of us who lived there. We also say “ON’ Long Island rather than “IN” Long Island”), and everyone was within close proximity, it wasn’t unusual to take a Sunday drive to visit relatives or have relatives visit our home.
Cousins would have sleepovers.
We hung out. Family was close. Family was friends.
This picture brings back fun memories but also touching ones–some of these great cousins are no longer with us! But we all enjoyed each other!
The family grew to be so large that instead of having parties at homes, we would have our family parties at the convent. Yes! Luckily, my aunts, Sister Thomas and Sister Josephine, ended up living at convents on the Island! (Which by the way, their given names were Eleanor and Catherine. We grew up strict Catholics—therefore we called them by their nun names!)
Uncle Tommy (another Tommy), Aunt Margie, Sr. Thomas and Sr. Josephine enjoying a quiet(?) moment–probably before Uncle Tommy started yodeling!
Those parties at the convent were wild! We drank. We danced. We laughed at and with each other. We poked fun at each other! It was all good great!!!
Then things changed. As our world became more transient, cousins moved away. Many moving away as far as California and others to Idaho and Illinois. Our children moved away. (yup–even to Arkansas!) Slowly, the family dynamics changed.
Some of the family continued to remain close—but many of us drifted off……….
Aunt Catherine’s husband, Francis, was my favorite uncle. He was so sweet and kind. My fondest memories of him were his being so touched at every family gathering that he would get teary-eyed. I also remember his hip replacement operation at NY’s Hospital for Special Surgery.
Uncle Francis and Aunt Catherine. I’m sure they are dancing up a storm as I write this! And they are happily reunited!
When I went to visit him, the first thing he did was lift his hospital gown up to show me the surgical scars—in all their glory! He was great. In fact, my son Roman’s middle name is Francis—named after my uncle!!
Catherine, his wife, was one of those women we all aspire to be. Not only did she live a long life, but she was one of those women whose demeanor was just so calm and nurturing. Every time I saw her, she always had a smile. ALWAYS! I honestly don’t think she was ever in a nasty mood!
The wake wasn’t one of those morose and maudlin events. It was more of a celebration of her life. So many old family photographs that I never saw before made me realize just how close and just how genetically gifted my aunts and uncles were. They were all so young and beautiful and handsome! Their faces were those of people who were happy and loved and cherished family. We stood around playing guessing games of “who is that”? We made bets—which is common in the family—on who was who.
We laughed and caught up with each other!
One of my cousins and I discovered we were total reality fans. I wish we lived near each other so we could watch together!
Yesterday, my sister and I attended the funeral Mass. It was beautiful because the priest gave the greatest homily in homage to Catherine. He was upbeat and celebratory. No fire and brimstone!
I wished for a fleeting moment that we had not been in a church for a funeral mass. Instead, I wished that it was one of the Masses we held before those parties at the convent.
The Masses where all my aunts and uncles were present. The Masses where all the cousins were younger and silently made faces at each other to see who could get who to laugh! The Masses where the men dressed and all the women and girls had to wear a lace mantilla on our head.
I was brought back to reality by the scent of incense as the priest shook the Thurible to bless my aunt’s spirit.
The spreading of incense brought me back to reality.
Before heading our separate ways, my sister, my cousin Danny, my cousin Jen and I discussed the possibility of holding a party.
I hope it happens—I mean the party. I want my family back. I want us to all be friends again. I want us to bring back close family dynamics.
One of the few family parties not held at the convent. This was taken over 13 years ago and we still talk about the great time we had!
We can make it happen. We have to make an effort to connect. I know I will try my best!
R.I.P. Aunt Catherine! You are now with Uncle Francis. And Aunt Margie, Uncle Tommy Lynch, Uncle Tommy Gorman, Aunt Millie, Uncle Genie, Aunt Eileen, Uncle Joey, Aunt Gloria, Sister Josephine, Sister Thomas, and my mom and dad, Germaine and Tommy ( Thomas is a very popular male name in our family. Just as Catherine is a popular girl name!!!).
I can tell you that my family is definitely giving Mary a good laugh! Hipster Jesus is whipping up a TON of wine too!
I have a strong premonition you are all making bets to see if we will have that party. I’m gonna bet we WILL have that party! Maybe later than sooner, but it will be an event!
Here’s to all our families! We only have each other for a short time–let’s all try to reconnect!
Here’s a song that should also have the lyrics “I have my cousins and aunts and uncles with me”. Sister Sledge! We are Fam-a-lee!!!
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Creepy.”
Sometimes, a photo or two or even three will speak a thousand words. This week’s Daily Post Challenge is the word “Creepy”!
Look what I found to describe that word!
Well, my little buddyroos! This is the creepiest man I’ve ever seen and read about. He condons child molesting. He thinks it ok that his own son molested his sisters and a family friend. What could be more Creepy?
What could POSSIBLY be more creepy than THIS mug?
THIS mug is more creepy–Actually, it’s kind of a creepy tie! This is the face of a Jesus-lovin’ incestuous sexual molester…
OK…So there’s MORE Creepy here! Yes. The Mother of the girls who were molested didn’t even try to help her own daughters. She actually made excuses for her creepy son!
IS THERE ANY THING MORE CREEPY THAN THESE IMAGES OF JIM BOB, JOSHIE AND MICHELLE DUGGAR?
Monday rolls around again—and I hope everyone has enjoyed their weekend!
Come closer. I have something to tell you. Lately, my anxiety has been getting the best of me. Oh…it doesn’t stop me from writing or cleaning the house or taking Chippy out or doing what I have to do. But my anxiety stifles me from doing things I want to do.
Yes. That would be me. It is still very possible to be a positive person, and be pretty laid back, but still suffer from anxiety!
Anxiety makes me not want to leave my comfort zone.
Anxiety leads me to overreact to the simplest little mishaps—like when a hard-boiled egg won’t peel properly and I become ridiculously upset!
If that darn hard-boiled egg doesn’t peel smoothly, my anxiety level rises to the heavens!
It’s just hard for me right now to chillax!
Bonaparte is more than well-aware of this and so, he decided, suggested, insisted that we take a day trip to the Shore on Saturday.
He packed the car the night before. We dropped Chippy off at Doggie Day Camp. I made sure my legs were shaved and we were off to Stone Harbor!
The closer we get, the calmer I become!
I grew up always close to the beach. Before moving to Long Island, we lived in Queens, NY—and were just minutes away from Rockaway Beach. My childhood memories both with my family and my Aunt Terry of the times spent at Rockaway are nothing short of wonderful!
Rockaway Beach, NY., remains one of my favorite beaches of all time!
After the move to Long Island, summers spent at Fire Island, Robert Moses and Jones Beach were nothing short of spectacular. Days spent body surfing and sun tanning and evening concerts at Jones Beach were the makings of summer magic. I would not trade those summers for anything in the world!
Whether by ferry, or by bumming a ride across the bay on a friend’s clam boat, Fire Island was a great place to spend summer days!
I spent many evenings as a teen here. I really miss those summer outdoor concerts at the beach!
Even during my years of life in Manhattan, summer weekends were spent enjoying the sun in Long Beach!
Even as a Manhattanite, the beach–was always within reach! (I’m waxing poetic!)
And as much as I love the beaches on the Cote d’ Azur, the East Coast beaches, with their wide expanse of soft sand and scent of salty sea breeze will always bring me to a state of total relaxation and calm.
The wide soft sandy beaches of the East Coast are the best!
Our “Jersey Shore” beach of choice is and has always been Stone Harbor. Stone Harbor is a cute and quiet little community.
You can’t get lost here–this water tower is a great landmark–and most likely comes in handy for all the single young people who have been spending time at the bars! Even after a night of drinking–you just cannot lose your way home! You will always know where you are!
Check out the ad on the left. The sidewalk sale. It’s epic–prices are slashed to nothing. Except it always seems to rain on the weekend of the sale!
The drive there takes about an hour and a half, but we’ve got our routine down pat. Hit the road by 7:30 AM and were beach side by 9 AM!
Isn’t this great? The road leading into Stone Harbor is empty! That’s my kinda traffic pattern!
Its nice because we get to see the undisturbed wetlands!
Houses across the bay as we drive over the little bridge…
A couple of shops on the downtown strip…
…and we’re parked in our favorite quiet spot!
I love the calm of the beach early in the morning before the crowds arrive.
We’re here!
The narrow path leads to the beach. That’s Bonaparte ahead, carrying our equipment!
The occasional runner will pass by. You can catch a glimpse of the few people who come down where the water meets sand—making the sand sturdier so that those who chose to can exercise at the ocean’s feet.
I love the view of an almost empty beach!
I love standing where the ocean breaks. Especially when the murkiness dissipates and for a few moments the shallow water is clear.
I could spend hours like this–trying to spot the faster-than-light speed of the little guppies…
You become aware of the schools of guppies swimming speedily past your feet only by their needle-thin shadows cast by the sun and the tiny bubbles following them as they disappear into the Atlantic. When we were kids, we would get our sand pails and catch the guppies as they swam into the pails–and YES, we did empty the guppies back into the ocean!
I just could NOT resist! My love for guppies may not have created Bubble Guppies, a children’s cartoon show–but look! This Bubble Guppie’s name is Oona!! I had the name first–OK????
The sound and the visions of the ocean breaking into different directions is hypnotizing and mesmerizing. I could, if I didn’t get burnt, stand there for hours just listening to the crashing of the waves and watching the water’s rhythmic movements —as if in a trance!
I love the different patterns the water makes as it breaks into the wet sand!
My feet are so happy–so’s the rest of me!
These days I have to spend more time under the umbrella to protect my skin. (I don’t want any more skin cancer!) But it’s all cool. The umbrella offers me respite in the intense heat. It’s also easier to read under the umbrella.
I will allow myself those few minutes, covered in sunscreen, to lay out in the sun. It just feels so good! And BTW, I don’t care HOW old I am, I’m STILL wearing a bikini..it’s more comfortable!
Bonaparte’s favorite position at the beach. It’s his nap time. Actually, I think he just pretends to be napping so he doesn’t have to listen to my constant ramblings!!!
You just KNOW I can’t go ANYWHERE with out SOMETHING by J. Crew! We’ve had this beach towel for years–but check out the cushion under the towel. Bonaparte carries this cushion to every beach and every pool. Seriously. He can’t just throw a towel down on the sand–and he doesn’t like a chaise either. He needs his cushion!
See this madras tote? J. Crew! I ordered it about 8 years ago. They had me at “madras”! It’s the best beach bag of all time. Holds a ton of stuff! I got the chair on a “end-of-summer clearance at Target. I think it was around ten bucks!” Remember–ALWAYS buy beach essentials at the end of the summer–you will save a fortune!
Beach passes!
Speaking of reading….the beach is the one place where I completely enjoy escaping to and getting lost in the pages of a great book. As I sat under my umbrella, I finished “Me Before You”, a tearjerker supreme—of love, devotion and heart-breaking devastation. JoJo Moyes really knows how to tell a story!
Jojo Moyes is quickly becoming one of my favorite authors! She tells a story in it’s simplest form–not being overly descriptive. I love that!!! No BS–she gets to the point. Lancaster’s a great writer–but so much better when she writes about herself. Her novel was just not interesting. Sorry!
I also brought another book with me to read. Jen Lancaster’s “Here I Go Again”. I’m a huge Jen Lancaster fan. And I love the books she writes about herself. The books about her are laugh out loud funny and something we can all relate to. However, this novel of hers was just so …. chock full of cliché’s, predictable—even from the first few pages, and downright boring. I could not get past the first two chapters.
No big deal.
Instead, I sprayed an entire can of sunscreen on my body, took my chair and headed down to the Ocean’s edge, joining Bonaparte watching the activity in this small section of the vast Atlantic.
Bonaparte–just like Napoleon, he stands as regal as an emperor! Is he waiting for his ship to come in? No. He’s looking for dolphins. Hey–he is? OK? He doesn’t have to look at women in bikinis when he has ME! Right?? Hahahahahaha! Soon he will sit at water’s edge to get a closer look at the dolphins he so adores!
We dragged these chairs down to the Ocean’s edge.
We spotted Dolphins playing around. Small boats daring to come as close to the swimmers as possible as though to tease! Jet skiers were showing off their water sport savoir faire! Sea planes flying low enough to allow us to squint an eye and cover our forehead with hand-as-visor in order to read the advertisements for restaurants, bars, and automobile insurance floating in the air!
Bringing the chairs down to the water is also quite refreshing on a hot day!
Observing families with young children brought back memories of Jake, Roman and Oona at Long Beach—and those first summers of learning to love the sand and sea!
The simple act of sitting down on a chair, feet inching their way into the coolness of the wet sand, catching a breeze and enjoying the fresh ocean air had an incredibly calming effect on me. I could feel the anxiety lifting and in its place I had a feeling of contentment and happiness!
My umbrella says it all!
I was as happy as a little clam! The beach is a great cure-all when you are feeling down or anxious or stressed!
I was so relaxed, calm and content that the traffic on the way home didn’t bother me.
We stopped at a produce stand on the way home and picked up some Jersey tomatoes to enjoy with dinner.
Nothin’ like a Jersey tomato cut up, heavily salted and dipped in Mayo!
This is total produce porn! Look at those eggplants!
I may be anxious—but I’m one lucky woman—thanks Bonaparte for a most enjoyable day!
From the top of my empty head to the tip of my pedicured toes–I had a great day!
XOXOXOXO-One of my favorite summer AND Beach Boy Songs.” All Summer Long!!!” So beachy!
I’ve been faced with a challenging question. Am I “Patriotic” to my country?
I like to think of myself as a modern “Lady Liberty”!
I’m an American. Yes. I AM patriotic—but in my own way.
Many folks I know—especially those of the “conservative” and “republican” ilk seem to think I’m a liberal person who absolutely hates these United States of America due to my social views.
That’s me! Many of my political remarks may sting others like a bee–and I have a lot of “uh-oh” moments–but it doesn’t mean I’m NOT patriotic!
I am a proponent of
Marriage Equality for all! Oh yes I am. WHO has the right to judge who people can love? WHO has the right to judge who people can marry and (hopefully) spend the rest of their lives together with? Note to those who oppose. Mind your own stinking business. If you are not a proponent of this equality, go about your own daily lives and accept others the way you were taught to. Be kind.
You love who you love–you marry who you want to marry. What happened to our melting pot of a country? The melting pot means everyone!
Equal Pay for Women: Women work just as hard, if not harder than men. There is no reason a woman should not be paid on the same scale as her male counterparts. Listen—how many men these days are the actual “bread winners” (a medieval term, if I must say so myself) of their families? Due to the rising costs of medical insurance, higher education and housing, more and more women are out in the work field—AND these same women go home to manage their households AND are responsible for most of the childrearing, which, BTW, is a non-salaried job! Don’t even get me started on this.
Women work just as hard if not harder! We deserve equal pay–if not more!
Raising the Minimum Wage: Not everyone in our great country has had the opportunity to receive a college education. In addition, many grown adults who have lost jobs and cannot find reemployment–especially due to age, bigotry and lack of education, end up with jobs that pay minimum wages. How can these hard workers support a family let alone themselves? The cost of housing has skyrocketed over the years. The cost of groceries has skyrocketed. In fact, the friggin’ cost of living itself has risen dramatically. Everyone deserves to re-enter through the door of the endangered species of the middle classes. Don’t look down at those who have minimum-wage jobs—instead raise their pay rate and raise their self-esteem! This is America-dammit! Everyone should be treated with respect and paid at a better rate!
Is THIS the new look of housing because people can’t afford anything better due to low minimum wages? It’s a sad state when a home is something only the wealthy can afford.
Lower Military Spending: This one really gets some people going. Why—I’m glad nobody I know who disagrees with this has never had stones in their hands or my fish-belly white, freckled skin would be black and blue! My J. Crew schoolboy blazer would be a filthy mess! Oh—and please let’s not even go into how messed up my hair would be.
You see, I don’t think our troops need to be stationed throughout Europe. WWII ended years ago. OK? There is wasted money in this!
Instead, lets’ use that war-monger money to help the troops who have come home instead of spending it on future military use. There are thousands upon thousands of soldiers who have come home to these United States that they DEFENDED and are treated worse than animals. These men and women—especially the wounded ones need to be taken care of—and should be by the government instead of donations from private tax-payers. If the military is going to spend—spend it on those who came home.
How about lowering military spending for the future and concentrating on distributing the funds to wounded warriors like this brave soldier? Our wounded troops deserve better when they come home!
Because of these views—I have been told I am NOT patriotic. Isn’t that funny? I want the best for my fellow Americans—but I’m unpatriotic!
Trust me—I’ve actually had a relative tell me I am so unpatriotic that I should move out of America. To that I asked “Have you ever been to Normandy, France to pay homage to our fallen American soldiers?”
Yes—that’s right “Unpatriotic” little me has been to Normandy—and it was the most moving visit I’ve ever made. It was overwhelming to go to the cemeteries and see the incredible amount of headstones of those who died for our freedom and the freedom of others.
I would say that a trip like this to Normandy is just a tad more patriotic than a trip to Disneyworld–and trust me, it isn’t more expensive!
Free Medical for Every American: Another sticky subject. I’m not talking Obamacare either. As an unemployed American, I was forced into “Obamacare”—and if I didn’t go that route, I would be fined. Nice thing to do to an American! That being said, I now have a healthcare program which I pay into, but I still have to pay out-of-pocket expenses because my annual skin-cancer check is not covered as the health insurance I have will not pay my dermatologist. The only winners in this Healthcare situation are the INSURANCE COMPANIES. When will people wake up? If our taxes were raised MINIMALLY, then everyone would have affordable healthcare!
These words are so correct!
I’m called a “pinko commie” for this. Dare I use the “s” word either? I mean REALLY, do people not realize that our public school system is a socialist program? Also, pink is NOT my favorite color—and I am certainly NOT a “commie”! Can I be referred to as a “navy blue with contrasting lime green humanist” instead? Those colors are far more flattering on me!
Honestly, these colors are SO much better on me than “pinko”!!
The Right to Higher Education Without Going Into Debt: Why is a college education turning into an elitist movement? I have a daughter who literally owes the equivalent to a mortgage in student loans! Wanna know why? Because the banks are allowed to be legal loan sharks! The amount of interest paid to the banks on student loans is a disgrace!! Politicians are so afraid to spank the hands of the banker—I guess it’s because the politicians are sleeping in a cash-strewn bed with them!
And I get a chuckle from the one-percenters who feel that if someone cannot afford the price of a respected university then community college is the way to go. Yes. For the first two years a community college can be a help—but continuing on, a university diploma is needed. Get off your high horses. Every child deserves the right to a college education. Regardless of their financial situation. Perhaps administrators’ salaries should be lowered. Or the banks can hand out interest-free loans to students.
My daughter, Oona, at U of MD graduation. The amount of interest she has to pay to the loan-shark bankers is disgusting. If she didn’t have the high interest rate, her loan payments would be much more affordable! She wasn’t smiling this brightly after sending off her first student loan payment!
Separation of Church and State: Since when did our America become a religion? Really, this confuses me to no end. There was actually a time when religion and state were completely separate! Can you believe it? Jesus did his job—and politicians did their jobs. And never the two shall meet. Until the religious righties sidled their way into politics! Guess what? I’m Catholic. That is my religion. I don’t care what your religion is. Just keep ALL man-made religions out of politics. The two don’t mix.
My BFF, Hipster Jesus came to me again. I had nothing to offer him to drink, so he whipped up some wine out of nowhere! Anyway, he was venting to me. “Why can’t these people leave me out of politics?” “Don’t they realize I have other issues to take care of–like getting others to be kind and respectful?” Poor guy–we need politicians to just be politicians!
OK–maybe a bit NICER than him–but wait! House of Cards IS based on today’s politicians who all have personal agendas and don’t really care about “We The People!”
Regardless of my different views, I AM patriotic.
When I stand at attention to pledge to our flag, I pledge to my country instead. My heart warms. My eyes sometimes become misty. I am proud!
I don’t wear my patriotism on my sleeve. Instead I try to be patriotic in my actions.
I don’t need to display something like this on my person. It looks vulgar!
I try to treat others with respect and kindness and equality.
I try to be a diplomat of sorts when I travel internationally. I am polite and respectful and strive to make a good impression not just for my country but for my country’s people.
I attempt to make a good impression on my visits abroad! I’m a nice broad abroad!
I don’t take my freedom for granted—I realize that I am lucky to have it…
And…I vote! Yes. I vote. To me, voting is the most patriotic action that I can make. You see, many fellow Americans don’t vote. They have excuses like…
Yes, lazy person with excuses! Your vote DOES count!
“Why should I bother? ” The jerks are just gonna win anyway” Really? Only a true jerk would think that way! Yeah, a jerk MAY win–either way, the person you vote for may or may not win the election. You will be able to complain with glee because you will be validated because you voted!
“I don’t have time to vote” Oh. I see. And HOW many reality TV shows did you have the time to watch this week?”
“My vote won’t count”. This is the most lame-brained excuse. Yes. Your vote WILL count—and will add up with the many other votes of people who use that same excuse!!!
And the most amazing thing is, these people who are too lazy to go out and vote are the ones who complain the most!
Hey. Guess what?? I LOVE and LIVE to complain (and it isn’t because I’ve become French by osmosis). Therefore I am validated in any complaint I can make about the government because I did my patriotic duty to vote!
So yeah—my patriotism may not be the norm—but I’m still patriotic.
Hmmmm..My red slut shoes, with navy skinny jeans, a white T-shirt and a Navy Schoolboy blazer are MY red, white and blue of choice!
Red “Walk of Shameless Patriotism” Shoes
Blue Skinny Jeans….
A Navy J. Crew Schoolboy blazer and a white tee shirt make for an every day patriot ensemble! So subtle and refined–yet so….American Beauty!
I’m one bangin’ hotly dressed Patriot!
XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO!! Remember–we all may not agree with each other politically or anyway else–but the fact we can express ourselves freely–well, we are a lucky bunch of people! Be kind and respectful..and humorous even when disagreeing! It’s all good!
Say what you want about dog being man’s best friend. Much to Bonaparte’s chagrin, our little rescue rascal, Chippy is my best friend too!
Isn’t he just too cute???
And anyone who enters through our hallowed threshold will be well-aware of that within moments of meeting him!
We adopted this little mass of wavy hair two years ago. You just know that I am going to tell you this story so you just may as well grab a fresh cup pot of cawfee, or a kettle of tea—or a bottle of wine.
We are STILL trying to figure out how he ended up at a rescue because he’s just a great little pal!
When Bonaparte and I became a union, he had a Corgi. Bugsy (Bugsy and I did not get along but there was a mutual respect between us)
Bonaparte’s Bugsy. It bothered me to no end that this Corgi was not properly trained. I couldn’t even give him a treat without his trying to bite me. Instead, we just had a mutual respect.
I had a Basset Hound, Dorothy. Dorothy had been adopted from the Tri-State Basset Rescue. She was found, tied and bound to a tree in a park in Jersey City. They did not know how long she had been there but she was a mess when I adopted her. It took—and I’m not kidding—a good year to re-condition her.
Dorothy was one of the most pathetically funny sad sacks on earth. We would howl together and her favorite pastime was taking pillows from the sofa and humping them!
Check out the love between these two sisters! It was hard to believe that Dorothy was close to death when we adopted her. They loved running around at Rosedale Park in Pennington, NJ when we lived there! I miss you girls!
Ruby—she was our baby. We got her when she was 8 weeks old and became a large part of the family…you can click on the link below—it was one of the first posts I wrote. I get sad when I think of her.
After Ruby passed away, Bonaparte’s Corgi, Bugsy, passed on less than a year later. We truly were empty nesters.
A couple of months after Bugsy’s passing we went on our yearly visit to France.
When we returned, I approached Bonaparte about the possibility of adopting another dog. He wasn’t ready, but he thought it may be a good idea to start visiting the SPCA’s in the surrounding area.
It was painful to see so many dogs in those cages—I wanted to take them all home, but we just weren’t ready.
A few weeks later, Oona called. She instructed me to go to the site of “Main Line Animal Rescue”.
She instructed me to go to the “Adopt” page. She directed me to the cutest and scruffiest little dog. My eyes grew larger. OMG. He was adorable!!! His name was “Chippy”!
I needed to meet him. But the challenge was trying to convince Bonaparte to just “meet” this adorable little rascal!
I begged and pleaded. FINALLY, and I swear it was just to shut me up, Bonaparte agreed to “look” at Chippy!
I called MLAR and left a message to see if we could stop by and “meet” Chippy. I also mentioned this news to a neighbor who was extremely active within MLAR.
We got the call to go to MLAR and meet “Chippy”.
As we were driving to meet him, Bonaparte firmly stated to me about sixteen times:
Bonaparte: “Cassee. Get ziz srew ou ‘ed. We ahr NIT coming home wiz zis deg. Do ou unnersan”?
(Translation: “Cathe, Get this through your head. We are NOT coming home with this dog. Do you understand?”)
Me: “Yeah.” (eyeroll) “I unnersan”
Upon arriving at Main Line Animal Rescue we were bewitched and mesmerized by the sight. MLAR is the country club—the absolute retreat for animals. And boy, do these rescues deserve to live in a sprawling magnificent field of greenery. It’s beautiful. All I could think of was what animal would want to leave???
Main Line Animal’s Entrance. Isn’t this AMAZING?????
We drove along a little winding road to the “office”.
Another one of MLAR’s buildings. I’ll tell you these animals DESERVE to live here!
When we opened the door and entered, we were greeted by dogs. Large. Medium. And Small. I spotted a lab that reminded me of Ruby and almost started crying! The dogs were just so happy! They all greeted us as though we were old friends!
Bonaparte was standing guard at the door—seemingly ready to make a quick getaway at any time.
Then Chippy came out!
He came up to me and started to jump around while I just laughed at him.
Then—as if he had a sixth sense, he marched over to Bonaparte who was still standing guard at the door. Chippy looked up at Bonaparte.
Bonaparte looked over at the volunteers at the desk and asked:
“An whut eez zuh pwosideure to tek ‘im ‘om?”
(Translation: “And what is the procedure to take him home?”)
At that moment, my neighbor, Nathan, walked through the door—he had a very strong suspicion that we would be taking little Chippy home with us!
We were gifted with a crate and a group of young, female volunteers surrounded Chippy with lots of goodbye and good luck wishes and kisses!
It took a few days for Chippy to settle down. Just as it took a few weeks for all three of us to learn to live together.
No being too keen on the name “Chippy”, I suggested to Bonaparte that we change his name to “Rugby”. It was a kind-of hybrid name between “Ruby” and “Bugsy”. Plus—it was a cute name.
After two days his name went back to “Chippy”. Bonaparte couldn’t pronounce “Rugby”.
He would call out to either “Rugsy”, “Rubsy”..or “‘Bouggee”. “Chippy” was easier!
He is now the King of the Castle.
The royal rascal “King Chippy” on one of his many thrones!
Bonaparte gets upset because he does most of the “work”, like take Chippy out to poop. (Chippy refuses to do that for me). He also takes Chippy to the vet and takes him out late at night. Bonaparte has a hard time understanding why Chippy comes to me first.
Chippy especially loves when the kids come home to visit because he becomes even MORE spoiled than he is now. Oona refers to Chippy as “The Favorite Child”!
I give Chippy treats. Lots of treats.
He loves his Peanut Butter Milk Bone Sandwiches! I fill a Kong with his treats too! Oh shit! He just threw up a bit. I may have given him TOO many treats today! Oops!
In addition, I take him with me in the car and I turn the music up to “11”. And we both sing along!
We sing “Who Let The Dogs Out” really loud in the car!
He makes me feel good when I’m feeling worthless.
Chippy will let me know everything’s gonna be alright just by the way he looks at me–even on my worst days!
Chippy lets me know when he’s hungry.
I know I look appetizing to you, but I’ll get your food now! No need to lick your chops!
He takes my sports socks when I’m trying to get dressed. Then we laugh about it!
“Chippy. I’m wearing my Tory Burch boots today. Did you see my sock?” “Oh you little rascal!” “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!”
He waits patiently for me while I’m getting ready!
“OK Chippy. I’ll just be a minute–I have to put mascara on!”
He lets me to silly things to him without getting pissed at me.
“That’s it Chippy! You look so cute in that Babushka” “It’s by Coach!”
He defys me—but in such a subtle way!
I tried to explain to Chippy that he isn’t allowed on the living room sofas. I wouldn’t have white sofas in the house when the kids were younger–and I don’t want YOU getting your doggie hair all over the place. It’s bad enough I have MY hair shedding! See! He doesn’t listen. Another one of His Highness’s thrones!
He loves me unconditionally.
I love you too, you little rescue rascal, you!
He is a reason for my smile!
One of my favorite pics of all time. Chippy photobombed me! This was taken in January–just before I started my blog! He does make me smile!
Oh..sometimes Chippy can be a real pain-in-the-ass. Especially when he barks at people—but he’s just being my protector. I may give him a couple of eyerolls and tongue clicks when he jumps on me at 6AM to wake me up, but then he cuddles with me so I’m happy! Bonaparte is extra happy when Chippy climbs in between the two of us!
First he’ll jump on me early in the morning–then he’ll give me a look like this. Who can resist??
Bonaparte loves when Chippy cuddles like this in between us!
You got a dog? Go give her or him a big hug. Just because!
Oh..and there are times when I just KNOW Chippy is more of a deep thinker than I am!
They are NOT just man’s best friend! Dogs are EVERYONE’s Best Friend!!!!!!!!
Hug that doggie of yours today!
Today! ATOMIC DOG!! By George Clinton! Our Dogs Be Bangin’!!!!! ALL Dogs are Atomic! XOXOXOXOXO!
There are times when we can read words and let our imagination run wild.
Reading surely lets your imagination run wild! To date, this is one of my favorite books from my childhood! I love Beverly Cleary!
We can read a novel and have a running film in our mind of how every nuance of the book should look. We imagine the characters in our minds. Sometimes those characters can be in the form of someone we already know or have met.
Oh yes! My visual of Bernadette was ME!…and Oona was my visual of her daughter! I will be mighty pissed when the movie comes out and the characters look nothing like us!!!
Sometimes not—our imagination will step into high gear and begin to create a character we’ve never visualized!
Either way, we’ve created the visuals.
It’s a bit different when looking at a photo.
A photo can bring recreate the visuals.
Such are the visuals when I see the photos of Southern France in the blog:
Not only do the photos bring me back to a place that I love and am familiar with. But—the blog’s author, Petru, sees the South of France in a different light than I do.
My deeply shallow photographic memories of the South of France include THIS image at Nice airport. Need I explain?
Here’s another materialistic photo taken in Cannes. My Rondini sandals. I’m so ashamed. Nah–SOMEONE around here has to be shallow!
And his visuals are stunning. You HAVE to click on the above link to his blog!!!!
What’s more, as I discovered his blog, I began to learn more about him—through words and pictures!
I found out he’s Romanian. (Trust me. I am NOT a stalker. I’m just naturally nosey curious)
I wonder—has his family seen” Korkoro”– the great movie about one family during the Roma Holocaust during WWII? (Which, BTW, I highly recommend! I was crying at the end! AND..the hair on the Roma ladies in envious!!!! Oh—and the music is incredible!)
I highly recommend this film. Don’t let the subtitles daunt you! It’s a great story!
Do he and his family like Romanian music the way Bonaparte and I do?
What other photos and essays of travel await as I delve more into reading?
How come I, who am quite possibly the most deeply shallow woman on the face of the earth, am drawn to this blog? I mean, the words are definitely more sophisticated than the words that I use! The photos are tons better too! Something tells me he is NOT taking photos with a smart phone!
The only camera I can use without fail–OK..so I do fail at focus every now and then! Oops!
This intriguing blog will answer my questions. I will share the photos and thoughts with Bonaparte.
I will learn. Hey! Have a look—you’ll learn too! It’s wonderful to see the world through the eyes of someone other than yourself!!!
We can learn together—right???
It’s all good!!!! XOXOXOXOXO!
Enjoy this beauty-full Thursday!!
Today’s tune is a homage to the wonderful classical piece “Gypsy Airs” (the real title, I couldn’t pronounce even after drinking three Long Island Iced Teas! “Zigeunerweisen”.) by Sarasate. Itzhak Perlman plays a mean fiddle!!! See–I’m trying to improve upon my musical tastes!
This is my second nomination and it is just as thrilling as the first time!!!
You know, it’s always such a great feeling to be recognized by fellow bloggers and I’m feeling very good right now! It’s encouraging and I thank and am grateful to Francesca for this nomination!
There are a few questions I’ve been asked to answer—and I gladly will. And then I shall nominate fellow bloggers with a new batch of questions!!
Here we go!
What was the most inspiring book you read?
This was kind of difficult when I first thought about it. There are so many books I’ve read that truly inspire me—but the one that has inspired me the most has got to be “Joy of Cooking”. It was the first cookbook that I’ve ever owned and educated me on cooking in the simplest form. “Joy” (as I’ve referred to her) has also talked and walked me through a great many recipes. She inspired me to challenge myself in everything I do besides cooking!
My most inspirational book!
What song gets you “pumped”?
“Bubble Star” by Laurent Voulzy. Every time I listen to it, I’m automatically placed into a happy mood and the song just pumps me up for whatever adventures that may come my way on any given day!
How have you created meaning in your life?
By giving birth to my three now grown children. Jake, Roman and Oona. Honestly, without them I don’t think I would be capable of a purpose in my life. Being a parent isn’t the easiest task you will ever be handed. But through trial and error and lots and lots and lots of love and understanding—you realize over time that your life DOES have a meaning.
My meaning!
What are you working on at the moment?
I’m working on improving my skills as a writer and blogger. I’m also working on tweaking my resume! AND working on keeping my one and only Bonaparte happy!
Any other interests besides writing/blogging?
Yup! I love to travel! Travelling lends itself so well to discover how others live and to see how beautiful our world is!
Burgundy France. I took this pic a few years back!
I also love cooking and baking—SERIOUS baking!
I don’t need Lauderee. I make my own macaron!
I love to decorate. Oh. And I LOVE to dictate to those I know on how they can dress well on a budget!
What is your favorite time of the year?
Christmas! Hands down. Christmas! I love the decorating and making our home so warm and festive! Christmas is also a time to enjoy family. It’s great to have the kids at home—sometimes they’ll bring a friend or two who can’t make it home or who don’t celebrate because of religious beliefs. I love the planning and prep work for the meal. I love wrapping the gifts and I love shopping to make sure everyone receives a well-thought out gift. When the kids were young I even made a birthday cake for baby Jesus! That cake became a tradition with my siblings when their kids were younger too!
No room is left untouched at Christmas time. Not even the sunroom!
What do you enjoy most about blogging?
I enjoy the fact that there are others who can relate to my written thoughts and musings. It’s nice to know that others share my sense of humor and my views. It makes me EXTREMELY happy that I’m able to give others a laugh for the day too! We all need a laugh each day to brighten those “meh” moments!
Do you believe in love at first sight?
I don’t know if it’s love at first sight that I believe in, but I believe in a very strong chemistry and attraction at first sight!
When I first saw Bonaparte, I knew I would be spending a lot of time with him!
Are you multi-lingual or know parts of a few others?
Yes. I am fluent in the English language and fluent in “Brooklynese” as my dad was a Brooklyn boy. YaknowuddImean? Like “fugheddaboudit”! I’m also knowledgeable enough in the French language to understand quite a bit of it and I can speak enough to get me what I need and to keep me out of trouble!
Brooklynese and…
French–my two favorite languages!
10. If you had to live this life again on repeat, would you?
Yes. By all means I would. Despite major mistakes and dumb decisions, I would not change anything. If I changed anything, I may have never had my kids! Besides—mistakes and dumb decisions build character!
11. Who was your first follower on WordPress?
Hipchick. I’m not gonna give her email address out but that’s who it was!!! Back in January!
You are having a dinner party. But at this dinner party, you, as the host will be able to invite five guests who have departed this life as we know it. Who would the five be? Why?
What is your description of happiness?
Do you believe that most people are judgmental?
You have just received an all-expenses paid trip to go anywhere in the world. Where would you go? Why?
Do you believe that musical is essential in our lives?
What is your favorite quality about yourself?
What is your LEAST favorite quality about yourself?
What would your last meal be?
What is your favorite movie?
What makes a friend?
What is your favorite dessert of all time?
I hope the nominees enjoy these questions and have as much fun participating as I’ve had in reading their blogs! XOXOXOXOXO!
The mail came yesterday. Nestled in between junk mail and bills was the September Issue of “In Style” magazine.
It’s a good thing I was too weak from my cold to lift this heavy September issue and throw it in the trash. I CANNOT stand Anne Hathaway! She “Hathaway” of getting under my skin. An Oscar for cutting her hair and singing a song for two minutes? I guess that’ll get you on the cover of a magazine these days! And I LIKE this magazine!
“In Style” is the only “fashion” magazine I read on a regular basis.
You have to understand something. I’m not into “fashion” magazines. I stopped reading “Vogue” after it became what I deem a “Fashion Tabloid”—due to Wintour’s fascination with celebrity and placing Kardashian and West on the cover. I’m tired of “celebrities-as-models”. (Even “Z” list celebrities like Kardashian and West)
I USED to be a subscriber. I haven’t opened up an issue since the month before these *cough* “celebrities” (and I use that term loosely) graced the cover.
In addition, other than the wonderfully ethereal photo editorials that the great Grace Coddington creates, Vogue holds no interest for me.
This book was GREAT!!! Grace Coddington is THE classiest woman on earth! She never dug “dirt” on anyone in her book. It was an interesting read about the life of a talented woman. I love her!
Steven Meisel photographed this–but the creator was Grace Coddington. I actually wrote to her telling her that her photography editorials reminded me of Bonaparte’s grandfather’s photography, J. H. Lartigue. Bonaparte almost DIED when she wrote back that Lartigue is an inspiration of hers–AND she collects his photographs!! Amazing!
“Marie Claire” used to be pretty decent until a couple of years ago when the magazine changed direction to a more youthful vibe…
Marie Claire went too youthful. I am NOT “High School Momsicle” Check out how your Zip Code affects your weight?? WTF??
And “More” magazine is geared to women 40 plus. But I cannot stand that magazine. It reads like a cross between disease of the month and women-are-only-successful-if-they-have-a-six-figure-career. In short—”More” takes itself too seriously!
What–after 50 we no longer wear clothing???? Where’s 60, 70, 80????
Like those in search of the perfect cup of coffee—or those in search of the light at the end of the spiritual pilgrimage, I am in search of the perfect fashion magazine.
Visiting the Abbaye Le Thoronet in the South of France during the intense heat was a true spiritual pilgrimage for me. I was praying to the spirits for a breeze!
Yes. I’m deep. Deeply Shallow, but I’m honest about it. I want a fashion magazine loaded with affordable clothing rather than items so expensive I would need to take out a mortgage loan to afford them! I want to look at clothing that is classic and cut with simple lines. Oh. And I want age-appropriate models.
Is that too much to ask for? Apparently it is!
OK—let’s get back to “In Style” magazine. This magazine isn’t without fault. Again—every month I am forced to look at yet, another celebrity on the cover. For crissakes—no wonder models are so thin—the celebrities are forcing them out of a job! Bring back the waif-like models. Give them the chance to buy a steak at least once a year! Allow them to gain a pound or two.
Look at these poor girls! If the magazines would hire them as cover models then perhaps they would be able to afford to eat a meal once in a while!
Celebrities make enough money (and they aren’t worth it either) by acting in movies.
Put me on the cover!
That’s right. Put ME on the cover. I’ll work for food–you won’t even have to pay me!
Anyway, what I do like is that “In Style” magazine will mix affordable pieces into the clothing editorials. Granted, most of the clothing is still really expensive, but it’s easy to get decent ideas about how to plan an outfit.
It’s really hard for me to justify spending a ton of money on a skirt or a dress that you aren’t going to get many wears out of. For me, I try to figure out cost per wear when I invest in a decent article of clothing.
You know what? Let’s just look at some of the pics from the “In Style” September issue and I’ll give you my unwanted opinion! I’m also going to do some comparisons! Sit back and look with me….
Here’s an ad for Jordache Jeans. Sara Jessica Parker is the new spokesperson. These are $15.00. Walmart! I’m going to check this out for myself! Skinnies are my favorites and go well with everything. At fifteen bucks–these would be a great buy! Does SJP really wear these jeans???
If she does, she most likely pairs them with her SJP shoe brand Fawn shoes. I would never spend that kind of money for a celebrity brand shoe. Actually, I just would not spend that on any pair of heels!
Here we have Christian Louboutin Lipstick! The cost? $90.00!
Didn’t believe me? Read the print above. Ninety bucks for a lipstick that’ll be wiped off your mouth after that first cup of coffee in the morning! That is insane!
I have to say, I’m not a fan of the longline blazer. These look too boxy. I wouldn’t say the “longline” blazer is a key piece–it won’t work for everyone. You have to be tall and lean to carry this off…..
..I prefer the J. Crew schoolboy blazer. Which, BTW, I do believe is being discontinued. I just purchased my THIRD Navy Schoolboy blazer yesterday for $99.00 on the J. Crew website! Remember I wrote about the navy backup blazer–now I’ll have a backup to the backup! I DID order a size up so I can layer. The fitted cut and slight stretch works on my body much better than a long blazer!
One of the things I DO like–and like a lot–is that the magazine mixes in very affordable pieces like this skirt–but……
…this skirt I purchased on final sale at Old Navy about five years ago cost me $5.00. FIVE BUCKS! I wear it all the time. The fit is amazing and I’ve washed it a million times and it still hasn’t faded or lost shape!
This skirt is ridiculous. A shredded hem, Merino wool by Rhie. It costs $425.00. How many wears will you get with it?
This embroidered POLYESTER clutch is $1,230. It would be easy to create a DIY knockoff with a remnant of upholstery fabric, heavy thread, and some embellishments.
A page filled with ideas for basic black. Most of the items are overpriced for we average women..but……
This dress from Loft is just as stylish and tasteful. I paid around forty bucks or even less. Sale!
I like what is said about the biker jacket and slim pants–bit check out the boots. Suede is sooooo delicate in the winter. One bad snow and the suede is ruined. At $440.00 that is a lot of money….
They aren’t suede, but these boots (well, I only took a pic of one boot) cost me $39.99 at DSW last year. A knock-off of the 50/50 boot, they look great and are comfortable!
Those shoes. They are adorable–but for the amount of wear time for a pair of flats, $278.00 isn’t justifiable….
I can shop in my closet for a similar shoe. I LOVE these blue suede shoes from Via Spiga. I think they cost me maybe $35.00 at Nordstrom Rack a couple of years back.
“In Style” magazine loves shoes! These are $625.00 by Chelsea Paris. They are a rather sensual number–aren’t they?
My $39.99 Nine West little hotties! I purchased these three years ago for a wedding. I wore them three times! ( I really need to go somewhere and wear these more!!!) I love black strappy shoes with a red pedi!
Honestly. This runway look is just not attractive. I don’t understand why models cannot be made to look pleasant..and I don’t understand why the editors of magazines don’t give their HONEST opinions of looks like this!
I KNOW, It’s Dolce & Gabbana. This skirt is actually bringing me nice memories of some of the skirts my mother wore when I was very young..that late ’50’s early ’60’s vibe! On a police officer’s salary, my father definitely could not afford to pay for a skirt like this. But I wonder WHO wears this? And when they do HOW many times do they wear it??? I’m too fat to wear a skirt like this, but for those who would look great–check out vintage shops. A skirt like this would be so affordable at a vintage shop or flea market!!
Wherever you get your fashionable ideas from–the internet, a close relative, magazines—or even celebrities as icons. Be sure to include YOUR personality in whatever you wear. Wear it well, wear it happy and remember….
Isn’t this adorable? It was printed on an overpriced T-shirt in Nordstrom!!! I HAD to take a pic for you! XOXOXOXO!!!
Oh..and I couldn’t resist. You know that pic of my blue suede shoes? Well…..
