I Pledge Allegiance…But Not On My Shirtsleeves!

I’ve been faced with a challenging question. Am I “Patriotic” to my country?

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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!

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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.

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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.

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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!

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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!

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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.

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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.

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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!

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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.

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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.

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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…

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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!

Slightly slutty shoes are great for dressing up a bit.

Red “Walk of Shameless Patriotism” Shoes

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Blue Skinny Jeans….

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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!

Naturally, how can I not share Neil’s “America”!!

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Man’s Best Friend? Oh Honey, I Don’t Think So.

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!

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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.

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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)

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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.

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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!

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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.

Homage to My Lab Ruby!

OK..So back to the present—sort of!

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”.

Main Line Animal Rescue Site

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???

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Main Line Animal’s Entrance. Isn’t this AMAZING?????

We drove along a little winding road to the “office”.

One of the MLAR Builldings

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.

Chippy defying me and not getting off the sofa in the sunroom

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.

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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!

Chippy singing along with me in the car

We sing “Who Let The Dogs Out” really loud in the car!

He makes me feel good when I’m feeling worthless.

The look of love..or maybe hunger

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.

Chippy licking his chops on the sofa

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 eating my sport sock

“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!

Chippy waiting to go out with me

“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.

Chippy in Babushka

“That’s it Chippy!  You look so cute in that Babushka” “It’s by Coach!”

He defys me—but in such a subtle way!

Chippy on White Sofa

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.

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I love you too, you little rescue rascal, you!

He is a reason for my smile!

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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!

Chippy looking bewildered on the red white blue pillow on my bed

First he’ll jump on me early in the morning–then he’ll give me a look like this. Who can resist??

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Bonaparte loves when Chippy cuddles like this in between us!

You got a dog? Go give her or him a big hug. Just because!

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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!!!!!!!!

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Hug that doggie of yours today! 

Today!  ATOMIC DOG!! By George Clinton! Our Dogs Be Bangin’!!!!!  ALL Dogs are Atomic! XOXOXOXOXO!

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Bringing Me To That “Nice” Place

There are times when we can read words and let our imagination run wild.

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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.

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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:

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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.

Nice Airport. Lonchamp shop.

My deeply shallow photographic memories of the South of France include THIS image at Nice airport. Need I explain?

Cannes. My Rondinis on the beach.

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!)

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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!

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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!

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A Liebster Award Nomination! I’m Honored and Incredibly Happy!

It’s always nice to be recognized!

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I proudly display this badge!

Francesca Smith of the blog “A Smith’s World” has nominated me for a Liebster Award.

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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!

  1. 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!

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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.

Then and now. They grew up to be wonderful adults!

My meaning!

  1. 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!

  1. 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!

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Burgundy France. I took this pic a few years back!

I also love cooking and baking—SERIOUS baking!

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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!

  1. 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!

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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!

  1. 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!

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When I first saw Bonaparte, I knew I would be spending a lot of time with him!

  1. 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!

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Brooklynese and…

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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!

Now for MY nominations:

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Anand                    “blabberwockying”

Cathy                             “Not My Story to Tell”

Debbie Sue              “Sarah’s Attic of Treasures”

Ria                                      “Koko boocro”

Petru                          “In Search of Right Words”.

Here’s my questions to the nominees:

  1. 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?
  2. What is your description of happiness?
  3. Do you believe that most people are judgmental?
  4. You have just received an all-expenses paid trip to go anywhere in the world. Where would you go? Why?
  5. Do you believe that musical is essential in our lives?
  6. What is your favorite quality about yourself?
  7. What is your LEAST favorite quality about yourself?
  8. What would your last meal be?
  9. What is your favorite movie?
  10. What makes a friend?
  11. 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!

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Wow Many Fashion Magazines Do You Read? I Just Got a September Issue……

“Wow” is right!

The mail came yesterday. Nestled in between junk mail and bills was the September Issue of “In Style” magazine.

The September issue of Instyle cover

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)

Kim and Kanye

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.

book cover

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!

vogue-september-issue-2007-steven-meisel

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…

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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!

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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.

Abbaye de Thoronet

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.

thin

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!

Kardashian selfie time!

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….

SJP Jordache for Walmart.

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???

SJP Wears Walmart Jeans. InStyle.com

SJP 365.00 shoes at Neiman Marcus

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!

Louboutin lipstick

Here we have Christian Louboutin Lipstick!  The cost? $90.00! 

Louboutin lip color at 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!

This IS a Fall essential. Not crazy about it. Ill stick to my schoolboy

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…..

J. Crew schoolboy blazer

..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!

Striped skirt 69.00 Dillards

One of the things I DO like–and like a lot–is that the magazine mixes in very affordable pieces like this skirt–but……

Striped Skirt 5.00 Old Navy

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!

Skirt with shredded hem. Merino Wool by Rhei 425.00

This skirt is ridiculous. A shredded hem, Merino wool by Rhie. It costs $425.00. How many wears will you get with it?

Dries Van Noten clutch

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. 

Lots of simple lines on this page with black dresses etc.

A page filled with ideas for basic black. Most of the items are overpriced for we average women..but……

Loft dress I got on sale for less than 50 bucks

This dress from Loft is just as stylish and tasteful. I paid around forty bucks or even less. Sale!

Boots 440.00

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….

boots 40.00 on sale at DSW last year Unisa

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!

Marc Jacobs 278.00 flats like my via spigas

Those shoes. They are adorable–but for the amount of wear time for a pair of flats, $278.00 isn’t justifiable….

Via Spiga leather suede and patent flats about 49.00 on sale

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. 

Black strappy heels  by Chelsea Paris 625.00

“In Style” magazine loves shoes!  These are $625.00 by Chelsea Paris. They are a rather sensual number–aren’t they?

Black Strappy heels by Nine West Under 50.00 Mine.

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!

I cannot imagine leaving the house with eye makeup like that.

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!

Cute skirt but not worth 1695.

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….

Cute t shirt at Nordstrom

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…..

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The Dreaded Summer Cold–I Ain’t Feelin’ So Hot!

I know. I know.  On this Monday, I really AM a hot mess!

I have the dreaded “Summer Cold”! A fever came to visit as well.

Tylenol.

tylenol

Doctor Bonaparte woke me up with Tylenol this morning. He said I was burning up–and not in the GOOD way!

Water.

water

To tell you the truth, I’m not even thirsty enough to drink a lot of this. Thank goodness I have the smaller bottles!

Fluffy pillows. A comfortable bed.

fluffy pillows. my hair needs the satin

Yes. Fluffy pillows are a must. But THE most important pillow is the one covered with satin! The hair still needs to look good! The satin pillow keeps my do looking good!

The remote control to the TV are my much-needed supplies today.

remote

The remote is essential–even though I’ll probably hit the wrong buttons and starting cursing at the TV.  Even through a miserable cold, I can still curse with the best of ’em!

Actually. My eyes are so watery and closed so tightly that I don’t think I’ll be using the remote. I think after I write this, I’ll be entering into an on-again, off-again daytime slumber.

i can barely open my eyes

I cannot even THINK of putting even the most minimal of eye makeup on today!

One side of my nose feels as though I have a bag of cotton stuffed to high into my nostril that I can feel it in my brain. The other side of my nose is running like a tap.

my nose

Ugh. Don’t you HATE having that half-stuffed, half-runny nose? It’s so annoying!!!!

The tissue supply is going quickly.

One of the many tissues Bonaparte will find strewn about the bed

Don’t be disgusted. This is just a clean tissue all crumbled up.  Poor Bonaparte will be picking up my trail of used tissues the rest of the day–and he will be saying words in French that I will not understand. I know they will not be words of love!

It sucks because the Summer cold is just so much worse than the Winter Cold.

The Winter Cold seems to welcome the many comfy blankets and soft-as-a-cloud comforter. You know that no matter how low the outside temperature drops you will still be snuggled and toasty in your womb of a bed.

The Summer Cold knows no comfort. You are warm. The outside temperature is warmer.

You fight the blankets and sheets because your body is indecisive in the quest for a comfortable body temperature.

There is no biting cold to slaughter those germs. Um. Yes. I am one of those people who grew up with her mother saying that the cold kills any germs. To this day I believe that.

cold weather kills germs

I am a firm believer that the cold kills germs!!!

The heat just festers those little germs and gives them nowhere to go. Those little pesky germies are in a stage of suspended animation.

It pisses me off, too, because I had a long posting going on in my head.

Unfortunately (or—actually maybe fortunately because nobody will have to deal with my ramblings), today, I’ll be condensing my weekend report!

Friday  I was feeling great! So much of the meal for Saturday evening had been prepared so I started the day off with coffee and a movie.

I watched “Marriage Italian Style”—the early 1960’s film starring Sophia Loren and Marcello Mastroianni. Subtitles don’t bother me so this Italian language comedy by Carlo Ponti was fun to watch. It was hard to get past Loren’s beautiful eye makeup. OMG—she’s so pretty AND Mastroianni is just so handsome.

Perfect

Look at her makeup!  It’s sooooo perfect and timeless!

Handsome

….and that Marcello. Catherine Deneuve was one lucky woman. She had him OFF set!

Loren plays a young prostitute who becomes the mistress of the wealthy bakery owner Mastroianni. He turns her legit by having her work for him.

Yes. Hes a mommas boy

Mastroianni, ever the momma’s boy, brings Loren home–under false “employment” pretenses. Sort of!

She “tricks” him into marriage. I won’t give anything else away because I do NOT believe in spoilers. But the movie is incredibly funny and kept up well over the ages.

Last rites or matrominy.

Last Rites–or Matrimony?  SOME may argue they are one and the same!

Dominico soriano

It isn’t an Italian film without a priest!!

thats all your getting!

That’s all you’re getting out of me. No spoilers. But–this is one funny and touching film! If you get the chance–give it a look-see!

Roman arrived Friday afternoon and it was great to have him over. The kids like spending suburban weekends with us because it really is their chance to just relax and get away from the hyperactivity of the City.

Saturday was when I started to feel a bit—well, “funny”. We were at the pool and my throat started to feel “scratchy”.

You know that feeling, back where your nasal passages meet your throat and it feels a bit like you swallowed sandpaper? Then you get this funny taste in the back of your mouth?

Then right under your lower lip, it feels sweaty?

sandpaper and sweaty lower lip

I always know I’m about to come down “with something” when I start to feel like this!

Yeah. I felt like that.

Still, dinner was fun and went off with no glitches. Bonaparte’s daughter and her family enjoyed the evening. I had a blast with Bonaparte’s granddaughter and after everyone left, Roman and I started a binge of the Netflix show “Wet Hot American Summer”.   The binge ended as I started to fall asleep.

Kale salad

Peanut dressing

The kale salad with the peanut dressing was a tremendous success for a summer evening!

Sunday arrived and I felt like garbage. But luckily Roman came here to relax. We continued our binge.

Wet Hot American Summer

Does anyone look familiar to you?  If you have Netflix–this show, based on the movie will have you in stitches. Better empty your bladder before viewing!

Bonaparte, Roman and I enjoyed a lovely dinner at a local restaurant before dropping him off at the train station for his return back to New York.

charcuterie

We started off with a beautiful Charcuterie platter–in all honesty, I could barely taste this!

Bonaparte had strong suspicions that I wasn’t feeling well when he suggested a nightcap and I refused. Ten minutes later I was sound asleep clutching a supply of tissues for my running nose and didn’t wake up till earlier this morning.

I’m going back to bed now. I feel like hell.

Enjoy the Monday! I’m sooooo sorry that I’m not myself—but it’s that “Blah”. “Meh”. “Ugh” feeling of the dreaded Summer Cold!

XOXOXOXOXOXO–with tissues!

Enjoy today’s song. “Hot Blooded” by Foreigner. I DO have a fever of ..”a hundred and three”!!

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Josh Duggar’s Final Judgement From Atypical60’s Point of View!

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I feel it is high time to revisit the Duggars. Just a reminder why it’s so great that TLC cancelled their show. A family with “fake” Christian values!

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Feelings! Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. Feelings!

Ugh. I don’t know about you but this morning I woke up just feeling so “blah” and had my lazy on that I rolled over and tried to go back to sleep.

Feeling tired let me sleep

Leave me ALONE! I just feel like going back to sleep!

Bonaparte wouldn’t have it. He insisted I get out of bed and take Chippy off the bed too. He further instructed me to take a bath and make the bed!

I woke up with what I call “That Sunday Kinda Feeling”. YOU KNOW THE FEELING! It’s that queasy feeling you get in the pit of your stomach. The feeling spreads throughout your arms and legs making them feel squishy. You become anxious at the mere thought of the beginning of a new school or work week. Happens every Sunday night!  A sad end to the weekend!

Anyway—that feeling gave me an idea!

My bright idea

Like Hayley Mills in “The Parent Trap” I had a scathingly brilliant idea! OK–so it was just a bright idea!!

Being the scientifically minded, incredibly curious, absolutely inquisitive, simple-minded experimenter that I am, I decided to see how many “feelings” I could experience on this humid and hot Thursday.

Come along and spend the morning with me and you can get to experience my fun and exciting range of emotions!

Feeling “Tired”: Yeah. That’s right. I don’t feel like getting up today. I just want to stay in bed! Chippy feels the same way. The two of us can hang out and…..

Chippy is tired too

 Chippy and I are just so much alike. If we were any closer, I would be carrying a litter of puppies!

I don't even want to make the bed

I just wanted to spend a lazy day doing nothing but watching Netflix and wallowing in self-pity! But I just have too much to do!

Feeling “Intelligent”: During my slothful laziness, I discovered a rather intellectual TV show on the BBC. “Show Me The Monet”. Amateur artists vie for the opportunity to have their works accepted to be displayed in London venues. The fates hang on the decisions of three “critics”. Art is so subjective and these critics were rather condescending—oh wait! They’re British! I was feeling so intelligent watching this because I realized the judges were full of shit!

 Is it art or is it not I think it s a commercial

Is it art?  Oh wait. I think it’s a commercial. I’ll shut the TV off!

Feeling “Like a Stinky Hog”: Yeah. I didn’t bathe yesterday. Need I say more?

stinky hog

Yeah. The one on the right would be me!

Feeling “Human”: I took a bath. Now my skin is soft. I smell like flowers. AND, I shaved my entire legs so the sideburns won’t peek out from my upper thighs when I wear the bottom of my bikini!

feeling human after a bath

It felt so good to take a bath. The flies actually flew out of the house!

Flowers feeling happy

Forget daisies. I felt fresh as a bouquet of fresh flowers!

Shave those sideburns ladies!

We may be going to the Shore on Saturday. I shaved. Need I elaborate?

Feeling “Excited” and  “Guilty:  Roman is coming tomorrow to spend the weekend!!!

Roman

No filming at Fallon tomorrow  and SNL is on a break so Roman gets to come to see us a day earlier!  I’m so excited! I love hanging with my son!

I’m excited but guilty!  Saturday evening Bonaparte’s daughter, her husband and their daughter will be joining us for dinner. I’m feeling guilty because it’s just too freaking hot to bake. I should be preparing brioche dough, and perhaps getting puff pastry sheets together to prep for some nice toasty appetizer. Oh. And I should be thinking about baking a nice tarte for dessert.

Instead, I’m going to make Vietnamese Lemongrass Chicken.  I’m “encoring” the link to the recipe. It’s such a standout! I double the sauce and jar it. It’s THAT good!

Vietnamese lemongrass chicken recipe

All I need to do is marinate chicken then cook everything on top of the stove. Serve it with rice. I’ll do a Kale salad with peanut dressing too.  Here’s the link for this greatest salad recipe of all time.  I hope I don’t get sued for posting this, but the Peanut dressing is to die for. I literally quadrupled it and canned it. Between this Peanut dressing and the Lemongrass sauce. I’m in heaven. Oh..I’m feeling “hungry”!!!

Once Upon A Chef Asian Kale Salad and Ginger Peanut Dressing

(NOTE: If this meal seems familiar, it is the same meal I made a few weekends ago when Jake and the girl came to visit). I’ll do the frozen Nougatine for dessert.  The recipe says to roast the pistachios in the oven for 10 minutes. It’s too hot to turn the oven on. This can be done on the stove top!  I’m making two of these!

Barefoot Contessa French Nougatine Recipe

All dishes can be done on the stovetop and the oven doesn’t need to be turned on.

I’ll figure the appetizers out later one. My brain is full right now—I don’t want to overfeed it!

Feeling “Flattered”! Yes. Thanks to the really nice comments I received for yesterday’s posting about my “uniform”, I’m feeling very pleasantly flattered today. Ouch—I can now feel my head becoming bigger. It’s blowing up like a balloon! Don’t burst little head of mine-that huge brain will splatter all over the place and will make a mess that Bonaparte will not appreciate!

Ima balloonhead

Flattery will get you everywhere. But I need to not get big headed. My ass and thighs are big enough–I don’t need a head to match it!  I’ll burst!!!!!

Feeling “OCD”: OK. While applying my makeup, I spotted a hair that was sticking out of my head. It took about three minutes to “grab” it. I needed to get my hands on that stray hair because it had split ends all..the…way…up…the..hair..shaft. I needed to get rid of the splits! Come on ladies—don’t tell me you’ve never done that before. I can practically see you checking your hair after you read this!

Who doesnt love a great series of split ends on a single strand of hair!

Ladies, do NOT tell me you have NEVER done this! There is nothing like sating the OCD appetite like finding that one strand of hair with a million splits on it! PLEASE tell me I’m not the only one….

Feeling “Ambitious”: I’m getting ready to make my grocery list. I’ll get dressed and go to Wegman’s then come back and start my prep work. I’m so ambitious!

Feeling “Reflective”: I’m thinking about what to write on my blog!

feeling reflective. I also have the feeling I need to clean my mirror.

In a reflective mood. I’m actually reflecting on the fact I really REALLY need to clean this mirror. It’s a mess!

Feeling “Hypocritical”: I forgot to mention in yesterday’s “Uniform” post about my summer dress uniform of maxi dresses and skirts. I only wear them in the summer. For some reason, they are quite comfy. I really am not a hypocrite! I just forgot!

Dressed to the maxi.

I forgot to add my summer maxi uniform to yesterday’s post. I feel almost as hypocritical as the Duggar family!  Dressed to the maxi to go food shopping!

Feeling “Like-I-Better-Get-Off-My-Fat-Ass-And-Get-A-Move-On! I need to get back to ambitious and get outta here to run errands!

I made the bed

Yeah. I’m bustin’ a move. I made the bed. Now onto the supermarket!

Feeling ” Temptation”: At Wegman’s. In the snack aisle. I’m tempted by the goodies but I just looked down at my ass. Je passé!

I'm feeling mighty tempted

Ahhh. Pretzels and Corn Chips. Washed down with chocolate milk. What more could an emotional eater ask for?

Feeling “MORE Temptation:. Damn. I’m in the cookie aisle. I want to motorboat the Milano’s!

I want to motorboat these twins.  Salted Pretzel. Toffee. Oh god. Now I know how Jesus felt in the desert!

Sweet Toffee and Salted Pretzel Milano Slices! This is just too much for me. Now I know how Jesus felt during Lent!!!  Milano = The Devil. I must walk away from temptation!

Feeling ” Are You KIDDING Me?”and disgusted: It’s freakin’ August. AUGUST!! Halloween candy? Already? I hope parents realize the garbagy candy their kids will be eating just shy of three months will be stale and covered in bloom!

This is disturbing

I’m also feeling slightly scared! Will the Christmas decorations and candy be displayed next week?

Feeling “Uncomfortable and Awkward”: At the check out to pay for groceries. The cashier detected my New Yawk accent and asked me if I was, in fact, a New Yorker. I told her I was born there and lived in NY for many years. She then told me she went to the 9/11 memorial and asked me if I was there yet?

Awkward silence after I told her I worked in the Twin Towers a long time ago and wasn’t quite ready to go back to that sight.

Awkward silence broken after I told her it was important, though, that people never forget and should go to visit the site.

Ya just don’t know what the day will bring!

Feeling “Happy”: Yay!!! I turned “Nostalgie” radio on as soon as I got into my car. My favorite Laurent Voulzy song “Bubble Star” was playing. It put me in a bubbly and extremely happy mood to listen to it!

Voulzy Bell Ile en Mer

I love Laurent Voulzy. His OTHER happy song is Rockollection. I’m telling you. This Frenchman rocks–as only a Frenchie can rock!

Feeling proud. My car is still clean

I’m also feeling happy because my car is STILL clean–it’s been three weeks. Look how organized my groceries are!

Feeling “Clumsy”: While putting the groceries away, I stubbed my toe, dropped tomatoes all over the floor and knocked an opened bag of pistachios all over the counter.

Am I bad for getting Mac and Cheese pre packaged

I also had to fight Chippy over the stuff that fell on the floor. Don’t judge me by that boxed Mac & Cheese. It’s for Bonaparte’s granddaughter. I don’t know if a five-year old can handle that spicy Vietnamese Lemongrass Chicken!

Feeling “A Sense of Accomplishment”: I put the groceries away.

Feeling “Incredibly Comfortable”: I took off my maxi dress and stripped off my underwear and put on my truly disgusting ratty booty shorts and baggy t-shirt. Now I can go downstairs to the kitchen and start doing prep work for the weekend meals!

Always happy to get back into slob mode!

Ohhh. It is just so comfortable when I change into ratty clothing! At least my makeup and hair will look nice when Bonaparte comes home from work!

I don’t know what kinds of feelings I’ll continue to have during the remainder of the day, but I can tell you that I will be feeling like a complete slob when I do the prep work.

Then, when I’m done, I’ll feel determined because I’ll be cleaning and scrubbing that kitchen till you can eat off the floors!

I certainly hope that in spite of any feelings we all may have during the day, the positive and happy feelings combat any bad feelings we may experience!!!

XOXOXOXO! You KNOW I just cannot resist posting this song!! “Feelings”. But I’m posting the piano version by the original Loulou Gaste..and you won’t have to listen to the gooey, syrupy words!

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It’s A “Uniform” Thing!

I’m pretty much a natural slob. By that, I mean I’ll spill stuff on myself. I’ll forget to close drawers completely. I’ll leave closet doors opened. I’ll be the one with that tuft of hair sticking out like Alfalfa. I’ll be the one who is all dressed up and the bra strap just insists on sticking out. I’ll get a heel stuck in my hem, ripping it and having to tape the falling hem until I can get to a tailor. I’ll have that random piece of spinach from the salad that I just ate sticking in between my two front teeth.

But—in spite of it all, I like things to be uniform and organized in my home.

For what it’s also worth, I like my wardrobe to be uniform—in more ways than one.

Come on in—I’ll explain:

I suppose I could blame my parents for this. Or I could actually blame the nuns who adhered to our strict dress code while in school. But I won’t. I’m an adult with choices. I chose to stick to what I grew up wearing—UNIFORMS!

A blazer. A bright, crisply ironed, white shirt. A skirt. Shoes—either loafers or oxfords.

School uniform 1

St. Patrick School. Long Island. We wore dark green blazers with an “SPS” emblem. (I didn’t have a dark green marker. Sorry!). We wore the standard white blouse with a Peter Pan collar. We girls also had a plaid beret that was absolutely adorable–but sometimes it was hard to keep on your head–depending how big your hair would get!

School uniform 2

Our skirt was pleated. It was deep green and deep red–actually more of a burgundy with yellow threading making the plaid actually pretty nice!  Yes. it WAS burgundy. Red is the color of the devil! The nuns did not allow us to wear red!

Accessories? No pierced earrings. Actually NO earrings. The only jewelry permissible was a thin gold chain with a crucifix or a Miraculous Medal of Mary.

Necklaces-MiraculousMedal-Small-Silver-1Fx750_8

THIS was fine jewelry!

No polished nails. No makeup. Hair ribbons but only to tie our hair back with.

Only white or green sock or tights were compliant with the dress code. One day a classmate showed up wearing red tights. RED, Satan’s, and my favorite color! The principal, Sr. Mary Isabel showed up, and booted her ass home to change into more appropriate tights or socks. From that day, I was petrified of going to the beach during the warmer weather. What if I got sunburned legs? Those red legs would set Sister Mary Isabel on a tangent that I wanted no part of!

sunburn legs

“No sister, it isn’t the devil’s work. It’s the sun’s work. I’m burnt!”  “But you’ll be thrilled to know that I am suffering for my vanity!”

My office attire was always a take on the uniformed look worn in school.

A blazer.

Study in blazers and two denim jackets

Behind my two fitted denim jackets hangs a collection of J. Crew Schoolboy blazers. And YES. I even have red!

A bright white shirt—could be a blouse or a white t-shirt. And naturally, a collection of J. Crew Tippi Sweaters!

White shirts. Enough

Ya think I have enough white shirts?  I also have about 15 white fitted tees!

My wild side. Bright Tippis

My wild side shows up in the form of bright J. Crew Tippi Sweaters….

My wild side 2

..and some that have yet to be worn!

A skirt—usually solid to match the blazer, or still—plaid. Pants—skinny, usually ankle length.

Shoes. As I’ve gotten older, I like my dress shoes slightly slutty. Pointy toed, a low vamp allowing for toe cleavage. I’m too prudish for boob-cleavage. I am also quite fond of a thin high heel.

Slightly slutty shoes are great for dressing up a bit.

My kinda dress and work shoes. Check out the toe cleavage…

I still love and have my Bass Weejuns. In addition, my love for the Repetto ballet flats knows no boundaries!

Loafers ballet flats or I'll wear boots

For the seasons in which I cannot frolic about barefoot, my casual shoe preferences are Weejuns and Repetto Ballet flats. When it gets REALLY cold–knee high boots!

While I’ve strayed from this zone of comfort, I still manage to return to “The Uniform Basics”

Bblack plaid J. Crew skirt Red Tippi number 2 photo

One of my favorite skirts.  I got it from J. Crew on sale. I can pair it with a red Tippi Sweater and my red slutty shoes!  Notice the faux pearls! It’s a nice simple look. Or..

Black plaid J. Crew Skirt. Black Tippi Different pearls and black shoes

I can take that same skirt and this time pair it with a black Tippi sweater and J. Crew black Dulci kitten heels for a more demure look. Notice the different faux pearls…or…

Black plaid J. Crew skirt. This time wiwth a white t and black schoolboy blazer.

Yup! Same skirt and shoes. This time with a J. Crew Schoolboy blazer in black, a white fitted T from Old Navy AND a strand of tiny faux pearls. Notice a habit here with the various pearls. I like everything uniform!

Same blazer, black pencil skirt white t. Kind of serious business look

Same black blazer, same shoes, same T shirt and same faux pearls. This time with a black pencil skirt. It looks kind of severe but the skirt is shorter. The shorter length actually looks a bit better than a longer skirt. Sometimes longer skirts can look a bit frumpy!

Navy J. Crew School Boy Blazer. never worn. It's my backup for when my other one is in the dry cleaners.

My “backup” navy J. Crew Schoolboy blazer. I haven’t even taken the paper off the buttons yet.  I love my navy blazer so much that I ordered a backup when I saw it for fifty percent off!…I wear it all the time..

Black watch plaid ankle pants

The navy blazer looks great with these black watch plaid ankle pants from J. Crew. The navy lacey shoes are Ivanka Trump…

Black watch plaid pencil skirt

I also have the same plaid in a pencil skirt–again, J. Crew. 

Navy pencil skirt. Ivanka Trump navy pumps bright green tippi. pearls. again

Navy pencil skirt with a bright green Tippi sweater and yet, another different pair of faux pearls can also be worn as a make shift suit with the navy blazer..

Yellow j. crew pencil skirt. navy tippi navy pumps

I love navy and bright yellow!  J. Crew Factory pencil skirt, the navy shoes and a navy Tippi sweater with faux pearl are another part of my uniform look!

The Christmas uniform

This is my “Holiday/Christmas” uniform!  A red (Santa red, not Satan red) flouncy skirt (Yeah–J. Crew. I got it for 29.00 on sale, beautifully heavy wool!), black Tippi Sweater and the black heels.  I cannot believe I can still fit my fat gut into this. I must be dropping a bit of weight!!

Obligatory cute blogger photo. Actually desparate blogger photo

LOL! Obligatory “fashion blogger” cute pose!  I HAD to do that! Sorry!

I’ve got a ton of clothing hanging in my closet and folded neatly into drawers and shelves; I thought I would wear these items but I don’t. Alright– I’ve worn a few— maybe once or twice but never felt fully comfortable in them. Yet, I have this strange need to hold onto them!

A few years back I was on a Lilly Pulitzer tunic kick. I think I may have worn these tunics a total of twice each. I’m not kidding! They make me look pregnant! Why on earth would I continue to wear these tunics? WTF would I even think of holding on to them?

Is it because I grew up wearing Lilly? Is it because I think of my life in Lilly as one big pink and lime green cocktail party? I’m going to purge the tunics.

Lilly tunics ready for that bag 'o trash

Those brightly colored tunics are now purged and thrown into a bag to be on the way to Goodwill!

I have a few sweaters that are somewhat short. They “cut” my body in half, making me look a bit stocky. I like my sweaters longer—especially since I have a pretty long torso. Time to purge the cropped and shorter length sweaters.

Listen. I may be “older” and a “woman of a certain age”, but truth be told. I like my skirts and dresses more toward the shorter side than the longer side. If the dress or skirt rides up too much when I sit down (Ladies, you know what I’m talking about) and my origin of the world is on display, then it’s time to purge!

Add thos Milly for Banana Republic to the trash too

Too-short sweaters, Lilly Pulitzer tunics AND dresses, and shorts like the Milly for Banana Republic. Nice stuff but I don’t wear it regularly.  The dresses are just too short when I sit down–they ride all the way up my thighs. It’s not a pretty sight! Someone else can purchase it at the Goodwill.  I feel so much better now that I did a purge!

I don’t want to be “On Trend”.

I don’t want anything I wear to “Pop”! God knows I’ve had buttons and snaps popping against my will for years.

sparkling-champagne-popping-cork

I simply want to blend. I want to be comfortable. I just want to be in my uniform.

My uniform can be changed up with different scarfs, jewelry, shoes, boots and bags.

Scarfs 1

Scarfs 2

I can change up my uniform look with a scarf–I’ve got a shitload of ’em!

I’m set. It’s all good.

Go. Go get your uniforms ready people. Whether your uniform is similar to mine—or whether it isn’t! Wear your uniform and wear it well and with confidence.

You’re gaw-juhs!!! Keep being that way and don’t let anyone dictate to you what you should wear!

Well, since I rambled a bit about clothes–here’s David Bowie!  “Fashion” Enjoy! XOXOXOXO!

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Mais j’ai une cause! An Effort to Save a Little Gem of a Restaurant!

On this bright Tuesday, I have to tell you this story. It’s about this incredible little hidden gem of a restaurant on the beach l’Aiguille in Theoule-Sur-Mer on the Cote d’Azur…

L'Aiguille. A fine restaurant we will be returning to.

Take a good look at the beach. To the right is the little restaurant L Aiguille in all it’s rustic charm. Read on for the story…

So—as Atypical60 friends know, Bonaparte (I promised him I would not use his given name of Lartigue. Oops!) grew up in Paris and spent his summers in St. Tropez. While spending his summers in St. Trop, he was extremely familiar with the surrounding areas.

Since 2011, we’ve been renting an apartment in Theoule-sur-Mer. Theoule is a great coastal town on the outskirts of Cannes, and about twenty minutes away from Nice airport.

I never ever, ever take my visits to Theoule for granted. The visits are magical for me.

Theoule. La Galiere. Living Room looking out at the terrace.

From the time we arrive to the time we return to Paris, the doors to the terrace are always opened…..

From the second I step onto our terrace overlooking the Mediterranean Sea, to the time we lock the front door and start the countdown to the next year, I am in a totally blissful frame of mind.

Theoule. Familiar 2015 View from the Terrace of the Sea!

The view that we wake up to and enjoy many dinners!

I am also in Paradise. My arms usually have welts from all the pinching I do to myself—and not in a destructive way either. OK?

Theoule. Me on the terrace ready for dinner. Diggin. the side braid.

Honestly, I DO have to pinch myself because every day here is a great hair day! Hardly any humidity!  THE perfect place to vacation!

Every summer brings a new adventure or a new discovery. This past June was no exception.

Through researching local places that we hadn’t yet been to, I came across a little beach and the little but hugely recommended restaurant. Both named “L’Aiguille.

During our daily travels and errand runs, we passed the busy part of town that houses the parking for the beach at L’Aiguille but never gave it much thought. Our routine is simply to drive to our favorite beachy “spot” in Cannes—we’ve been going to the same beach for years, spend time there then head back to the car and do our sightseeing.

When I discovered L’Aiguille and the restaurant, I mentioned it to Bonaparte. The conversation went something like this…

Me: “Hey, lookit this restaurant! It’s at the very tip of plages L’Aiguille. “Isn’t this that beach that’s near the bottom of the hill?” “The one by that stop light as we go into Cannes?”

Bonaparte: “Casseee. Whaaa ahr ou tikking abou? Zhat bitch eezz too crouw-eed” “Ou see zuh pip-oul togezzzehr crouw-eed lik leeuhl sardeenz ull zuh teem!”

(Translation: “Cathe. What are you talking about?” That beach is too crowded.” “You see the people together crowded like little sardines all the time!”

Me:   (bringing him over to the computer screen). “No. Look! This beach is to the RIGHT of the crowded beach. “”It’s beyond that little parking lot”.”We REALLY need to go there”. “Let’s look for it”. “OK”?

Bonaparte: “Wee see”. “Wee see”…

Basically, “We see” means that I get my way.

What we didn’t realize was that the restaurant is way, way, way, at the far end of the beach.

It actually took two attempts to find it.

The first attempt was Bonaparte stopping at a large villa that he thought was the restaurant. He told me everything was boarded up and closed.

I didn’t believe him and made the second attempt.

L'Aiguille. View of Mandelieu

What a way to start a search!  The walk along the beach was so relaxing!

I walked along the beach—and immediately fell in love with the charm of the thin-as-a-needle beach itself. I passed by a snack bar. I passed by boats anchored in the bay.

L'Aiguille. Calm of the boats in the AM

With a vista like this, I almost didn’t want my search to end!

I passed by the crisp and clear view of the snow-capped Alps in the background.

I walked some more!

L'Aiguille. Little fountain

I passed this on the way! Could it have been a “lavoir” from days gone by?

I spotted an incredibly rustic little building. Not a shack. But not a fancy restaurant either. My interest and curiosity was now highly piqued!

I walked in. This, was, in fact the elusive Restaurant L’Aiguille! I found the buried treasure!

The interior was simple and no-nonsense. Tables were being set up outside the far end of the outside of the building on the beach! The tables inside the building were covered in lovely floral tablecloths. It was almost as though I was walking into the back porch of a summer home! It was inviting and warm!

A woman was inside setting up the tables. The greeting I received was friendly. I made an attempt at speaking my less-than-stellar French

Me: (In the best French accent I speak)”Bonjour Madame”. Je voudrais une réservation pour le dîner. Pour deux personnes s’il vous plait”

Madame: “Quel jour”? “Quelle heure?”

Me: (smiling in my “special” way while pausing to think. Bonaparte and I had decided earlier on that Thursday would be a good day for dinner. I got my days mixed up….). “Um…Samedi”. “Um..(Figuring out that goddam military time…thinking—what’s 7:30 PM?) “Dix-neuf heures trente. S’il vous plait!!!!!”

This woman must’ve thought I was nuts because I was so excited that after about a pause of five-minutes I was able to figure out the time! I gave her Bonaparte’s last name. She pointed to “Table Cinq” (Table 5), which was next to an open air window that had a spectacular view of the beach, Cannes across the bay, and the Alps in the background. I “Merci’ed” profusely and, happy as a child, made my exit.

As soon as I stepped out of the restaurant, I spotted Bonaparte. He must have thought I got lost. I proudly told him I made the reservation for Samedi at dix-neuf heures trente. He calmly told me I made the reservation for Saturday instead of Thursday.

Back to the restaurant. This time with Bonaparte in tow to correct my error—and all was fine and dandy!

We ended up hanging at the beach at L’Aigulle the next day…

L'Aiguille. Morning at the beach.

Early in the morning.  The only noises were the sounds of water hitting the boats and the rocking of the boats on the water!

L'Aiguille. Vincent enjoying the beach scene

Bonaparte concentrating on the view. This is a rare photo. He’s usually laying on the towel sleeping while sunbathing!

L'Aiguille. My feets at the beach.

My pedicured feet–moments before running into the water!

Thursday came and all I could think about was dinner. I could not wait to sit my big fat American ass and my big fat American appetite at that table by the beach!

Who knew that the best meal I would have in my life would have been in a rustic, non-assuming, non-pretentious, little family-owned gem of a restaurant on a little beach that was just down the road from the apartment we’ve been renting for five years???

L'Aiguille. Our great great server!

Herve, one of the friendly and efficient wait staff of the best little restaurant on the Cote d’Azur!

L'Aiguille. Sun setting at the resto

The “roof” was the sky…and later on the stars shone down on us!

L'Aiguille. People still on the beach as we enjoy our meal

View from our table at the restaurant.  It was so relaxing and calming!

L'Aiguille. Another view from our restaurant table

Another wonderful view!

L'Aiguille. View of the beach from the table.

Isn’t this the perfect setting for a meal?

We were both blown away. I’m telling you—we both spent the remainder of our time in France talking about how great our dinner at Restaurant L’Aiguille was.

L'Aiguille. Vincents entree of the greatest mix ever

Bonaparte started off with the Rosquetta a la Valancienne. A tartine of sorts with a tomato confit, jambon, and a side salad of mesclun. This was incredible…

L'Aiguille. My Entree. Saumon Tartare! Heavenly!

I started off with a salmon tartare and a mesclun salad.  WOW! Nothing was left. Not one crumb!

L'Aiguille. Vincents Steak Frites. Loved them!

Bonaparte ordered his favored “Entrecote and frites”, which by the way he raved about. He said the frites were the best he’s had! Trust me–he’s had a lot in his lifetime!

L'Aiguille Seiche. Cuttlefish. My main plat at L'Aiguille. Best. Seafood Meal I've EVER had!

THE. BEST. DISH. I’VE. EVER. HAD. IN. MY. LIFE!!!  Grilled Seiche a la plancha! This grilled Cuddlefish came with an aioli so freakin’ great that I could have frosted a cake with it!  The parslied sauce was just as great!  Honestly, looking at this brings tears to my eyes. I love this meal so much I want to send it a Valentine’s Day Card!

L'Aiguille. Strawberry Tart. Vincent was in love!

Oh–and we made room for dessert too! Bonaparte had this beautiful strawberry tarte!

L'Aiguille. Panna Cotta. I'm in love!

I had an amazing vanilla panna cotta topped with a raspberry confiture and almonds.  It just does not get better than this!

L'Aiguille. Sky view from the resto. About 10 PM

The evening sky through the sky roof!

L'Aiguille. Sunsetting over the bay.

View from the table as the sun was setting!

L'Aiguille. Evening. Boat in the bai.

Where else can you enjoy a great dinner with this kind of view? An end to a great evening!

We also both decided that we would be back next summer—for repeat dinners. Yeah. DINNERS and lunches!

A couple of weeks later, back home and still dreaming of the return to the restaurant, I received a message on Facebook.  Cedric, the proprietor was reaching out to patrons to sign a petition. The petition is to stop the restaurant from being demolished.

Apparently the restaurant is set to close due to the erosion of the beach and to protect the environment. But yet, an actual “snack” bar will be replacing the restaurant.

Aiguille has been in the same spot for 25 years. 14 people are employed there.

The news of the closing just struck a chord with me. Not wanting to bring this back to me..but…

I know what it is like to lose something that you work so hard at.  Due to a divorce, I lost the house that I turned into a much-loved home. It is gut-wrenching to lose a home. It affects everyone in your family. (I’m lucky that I met Bonaparte just after this happened!)

I know fully-well, what it is like to lose a job. It sucks. The only difference is that the French government takes much better care of their unemployed than the American government takes care of our unemployed.   I know this. I’m unemployed.

Anyway, it really made me sad and I signed the petition. Being very emotional about this news, I also wrote to “Nice-Matin”, a local newspaper covering the news and goings on throughout the Cote d’ Azur. I wrote about what was happening to the restaurant and very politely asked them if they could perhaps write a story.

Last night I received word that Nice-Matin was going to visit  the restaurant.

cropped fb page for laguille

I was so touched by this that it made me a bit misty-eyed. Bonaparte was incredibly touched as well, but also proud of my small effort to help!

It made me happy to know that I was able, in just a small way, to contribute to the plight of this lovely and wonderful restaurant.

What will the fate of Restaurant L’Aiguille be?   I certainly hope a solution can be made to keep the restaurant in business—there are always ways to work out issues and it would be wonderful to once again, sit by the sea and repeat that best meal of my life! It will be even more wonderful to allow a family to save a livelihood that has given pleasure to so many people over the years. It will keep the staff employed.

Sometimes we need to try to help others. It doesn’t have to be a grand effort. We don’t need to send monetary donations. Sometimes it’s a gesture. Sometimes it’s just emotional support.

Let’s find some way to help others. Even if it is just in the smallest way. OK?

Adam did my hair

Adam, hair colorist and stylist extraordinaire, helped to make me look human today by doing my roots and giving my a great blow out. Thank you, Adam, for helping this old lady look a bit less old!

Here’s a song to “Help” put you in the mood! “Help”!!!! XOXOXOXOXO

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