Friday, April 29, 2011
Stunning, elegant and regal were the words that came to mind as I turned my TV on at 6:15 EST to catch the precise moment the couple exchanged vows. Kudos to me for impeccable timing.
Happiest are the days of a wedding and I wish them much love, patience and happiness as they enter into this blessed union. I pray the press of the world have learned their lesson from Prince William's mum, Diana, and please respect the dignity and the need for privacy of another human being's life. But I fear they won't and Kate hunt is just beginning. The paparazzi have their new sacred cow.
I wondered what Diana might look like in the pews of the Abbey and how vibrant her smile might have been as her boy became a married man. The bit of mischief in her younger son Harry's eyes gave way to the warmth of his mother and her several breaks. with protocol. Indeed, she was there. I couldn't help but sense the "commoner" in Wills bride, and I hope she never looses that quality as she ascends into her inevitable position of the most photographed woman in the world.
Let the celebrations begin, and hoist a cold one to the Royal Couple today.
Thursday, April 28, 2011
It wasn't that long ago, 50 or 60 years, that hats were a staple of American fashion. Both men and women wore hats when they went out. Everywhere. Today, these same hats are considered a fashion risk or more of a "look at me" call for attention that possibly only Hollywood hipsters and stylists could pull off. Not so much for your average Joe.
The fedora is a new trend that seems to be putting hats back on the fashion map. I bought a fedora for myself last October, but never wore it. Or should I say I never had the fashion nads to wear it, until yesterday when I instituted a Fedora Fashion Experiment. (and trust me when I tell you, I have a lot of fashion nads)
I work in a fashion environment, perfect for my initial entry into a fashion realm of the unknown. The question? Could I pull it off for an entire day? One thing I knew for sure was if I wore it I would have to be committed and wear it for the entire day. No exceptions.
So this is me in The Candy Bar in the morning, hopeful and ready to conquer the day. Walking into the boutique my co-workers immediately greeted me with a "oh wow, don't you look cute?". I can report that at his point I felt a little silly and a bit out of my comfort zone, but I trudged on. With the weather a bit muggy and the temp inside the boutique at a balmy 80 degrees, my head began to sweat a bit and the nagging feeling of hat removal nipped at my psyche.
I was not to be deterred.
As the day progressed, I began to get my hat mojo on and I was feeling pretty good. Customers had only positive comments like:
"You look great in hats"
"I love this look" and
"Only you could pull that off."
By two pm I began to get a slight headache and I wondered if it was from wearing a foreign object on my head for so long or the fact that I had yet to eat my lunch, (which very well could have been) but after lunch I still had my groove. And it reflected in my enthusiasm.
Bottom line: The Fedora Fashion Experiment was a success! So much so, that I've decided to add the Fedora to my fashion repitoire regularly. I high recommend it to you and to all us Average Joe's who are afraid to let their Fashion Freak Flag fly.
Sometimes a little "look at me" is just that, in the most positive way possible.
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
You know I love me some Glee.
But last night was not the best episode I've ever seen. What's going on here with what used to be the best show on TV?
Rachel needs a nose job when Finn dorkily punches her in the face during dance rehearsal? Coulda saw that one coming. Poor suffering Rachel does not like what she sees when she looks in the looking glass. Which, of course, turns into this week's lesson. Embrace your least likable qualities because they make you unique. And evidently annoying too. WHO gets the consent of their Glee club before deciding to get a nose job?
Queen Quinn decides that Prom Queen is the only way she and Finn will reach the top of the social hierarchy, so she begins a full out campaign and will take down anyone who tries to stop her. Finn and Quinn are so sickeningly annoying in the choir room, that I want to scream and Santana is at her evil best as she hatches a plan to get Kurt back to McKinnley to win the votes of everyone for Prom Queen. A closet lesbian/Lebanese, she figures out that Karofsky is gay and threatens to out him or be her "beard" so that they can both hide the fact that they are gay behind their relationship.
Is everybody on Glee gay? It certainly seems that way.
Lauren and Puck decide that they too are throwing their hats into the Prom King and Queen contest and Lauren digs up the dirt on Quinn. Seems she was a fat, awkward kid named Lucy who got teased at her old school. Story is that she lost weight, got a nose job and bleached her hair and "Lucy Caboosey" is a thing of the past. Until Lauren pastes her Lucy image all over the school. And this is endearing? More like ridiculous.
McKinnley and the Glee club get Kurt back, but not before a serenade at McKinnley High from Blaine and The Warblers. The way I see it right now, The Warblers are the only redeeming thing about last night's episode and the prospect of no Darren Chriss/Blaine Warbler music is depressing at best.
Last night's message, while well intended, got lost in a sea of sub par music (save for "Somewhere Only We Know"/Warblers and "I Feel Pretty/Unpretty"/Quinn and Rachel ) and mixed messages. Even Gaga anthem, Born This Way, was un-extraordinary, at best.
When did my favorite show jump shark?
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
From the ba doom boom files:
- Marriage is the chief cause of divorce.
- My Wife Says I Never Listen, Or Something Like That...
- Eighty percent of married men cheat in America.
- The rest cheat in Europe.
- A man said his credit card was stolen but he decided not to report it because the thief was spending less than his wife did.
- If you want a committed man look in a mental hospital.
- When I married MR. RIGHT, I didn't know his first name was ALWAYS!
Here's wishing the Royal couple the very best of luck!
Monday, April 25, 2011
It's always difficult getting back into the groove, and since I hosted my family yesterday, I'm exhausted!!
So here's a few tidbits I threw together for Monday:
- Finally, some Red Sox wins!! Yay! It's about time fellas, let's keep it going. And a Celtics sweep. So what if it's the lowly Knicks, we beat Carmelo and I say bring it to the boys of Miami! And what about those Bruins? Instead of being on the brink of elimination, they are one game away from winning the series.
- The weather is slowly getting good. I think we might have reached in the high 70's yesterday. Rejoice!
- After a stellar week of sun, fun and some R&R, I rewarded myself with a feast of bounty yesterday. It was sooo good.
- I'm all caught up on my Nurse Jackie episodes and all set to watch tonite! That bitch is crazee!
- Gotta do inventory this week., UGH.
- Frack gave up soda for lent and I swear he practically took a bath in it yesterday.
- Been using a great product to extend my Florida tan a bit. Model Co. Tan Extender. It's a fabulous, gradual self tan product that actually gives your already sun tanned skin a glow and nourishes and tones the skin. I recommend you use it alone or when you are already tan. It works gradually and will not streak. Good stuff, and yes, it is available at The Candy Bar.
- I reconnected with that Blogger/Twitter extraordinaire, Dr. Zibbs, over the week. Seems he's a Twittering big shot now. So great to talk to him, that Zibsy sure is crazee and it's nice to know he's still at the top of his game.
So that's it for now bloggers. I hope you are all having a good Monday.
Monday, April 18, 2011
Thursday, April 14, 2011
I'm a big fan of the TV show House. I watch it almost every Monday night and if I miss it, I record it so it's ready for me when I can watch it. Monday night was a typical crazy night, so I missed the episode and caught it last night.
Did anyone see Monday's episode? About the Blogger???
It was freakin ridiculous.
Seems Dr. House and his team's new patient was a "blogger". The show starts off with the woman on her computer typing on some pseudo-blogspot web site, a blog journal. The camera scrolls down as she is typing things like,"Ryan and I just had a fight. He's gone to bed and I am here typing."
Ryan (or whatever his name was) comes out and says to her, "Are you coming to bed or what?"
To which she replies some garbage about how 8 out of 10 commenter's on her blog think he is wrong. They then have a mini argument over how she wrote about the fight on her blog and what about their privacy and yada, yada, yada. She says, "I write about my life and my readers want the truth." Then she starts bleeding profusely from her mouth and her medical drama ensues.
If you don't watch the show, it usually takes place in the hospital and it usually takes House and his team the entire hour to figure out what's wrong with the patient. This story, "the blogger" hit way too close to home, so I was riveted. And I was embarrassed. For Hollywood. Cuz they so got this one all wrong. The first scene in the hospital is of the woman in her hospital bed with her laptop in her lap and a visitor with a laptop in her lap. She is writing her blog and the visitor is reading it. And we know this because they have just told the doctors as much.
Yeah right, like all bloggers live blog from the hospital...(so what if I did here, and here, that's not the point) Then the docs gave her some serious news and she has to make a choice on which course her medical treatment will take. So what does she do? Yup, you guessed it! She asks the bloggersphere what to do, and her boyfriend has a fit. Now I ask you-do any of you have a "problem" with obsessive blogging?? Have your loved ones told you you have changed since you started blogging? Do you consider your blog an integral part of your life, like you couldn't make a serious decision without checking in with the sphere? Do you over share the intimate details of your life with the world?
The story then takes this dramatic turn about how no one values privacy in our society anymore because we are sharing everything on the Internet. The boyfriend even goes as far as to tell the blogger that their lives have been turned into a performance, a show, because she shares everything. Really? Are we that stereotypical? Just because some enjoy the creative process of writing something, anything, everyday to share with whomever decides to read it does that make them "blog-a-holics"? Are we obsessed with sharing every intimate detail for the purpose of validation from a bunch of "strangers"? Cuz that's what the show was aiming for.
Hey Hollywood, save the drama for your dramas! And that's just what this was, a drama. Not real life and not true. I have been on both sides of the blogger dilemma, too much time/not enough time, and I can tell you that most bloggers blog for the love of the written word and sharing it with a few who love it just as much as they do. It's great when you connect with some great people and yes, when you ask for their advice and they give it to you. It's nice to know you've got a blogger friend and even a small blogger family, but most of us are not addicted to posting. And most of us are scrambling to fit blogging into our lives. Get real Hollywood. Unless a blogger is making some serious bank blogging daily, you can bet that it's just a fun pastime for most and a body of work they can be proud of. Do you agree?
Now if Showtime would just come and option my blog for a mini-series, I'll get as intimate as they want. For the benefit of the art, of course.
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Crazy as it sounds, police are reporting that a gang attack occurred on the 39 year old driver of the MBTA bus after he asked them to stop smoking on the bus. Just before the pummelling of the driver occurred, he called for help from the police stating, "I got a situation I need to deal with right away...I got a couple of unruly passengers." The assault apparently caused the driver to loose control of his bus, jumping the street curb, ramming nearby crosswalk pole and stopping in the front of a vacant store front, pinning the foot of a man who may or may not be associated with the assailants.
Today police are analyzing a YouTube video of this incident.
NSFW Alert* (I'm not sure if this is the actual video that police are studying, but this is a video of that scene after the bus came to a stop and had pinned the man) This video contains screaming and loud profanity, be advised.
While there are two sides to every story, yesterday our local news media was reporting this story which was described by the man whose foot was pinned under the bus for more than an hour. His story is far different than the story in the local papers. Hmmm.
My point is this, my friend The Walking Man lives in Detroit, where stuff like this happens every 15 minutes. I live in a much smaller city where brazen crime is not as commonplace and nonetheless shocking when it occurs. When brazen crime becomes commonplace, we become desensitized to it as a way of survival and our instinct to help our fellow man gets overridden by the will to live.
And that right there is some crazee sh*t. You know what I'm sayin'?
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
As much as I hate to admit this, after a fabulous, fun filled day of touring the big city of New York, shopping in Soho and then driving back home to Boston, all in the same day, Little Miss Fabulous isn't feeling so fab after all.
I felt like a Mack truck hit me this morning.
The only consolation is that Frick reported to being entirely exhausted today, so maybe that means I'm only as half as old as I feel. The good news is that New York was a rejuvenating experience. The dirt and grime of the smelly taxi's was like an elixir for the soul no matter how tired that soul is. Frick has declared that she felt like "she was home" at NYU and could "totally see herself here". Oh boy, and I can only watch as this tiny transformation takes place before my eyes. She's shaping her life, and making grown up decisions about the planning of the next four years. Exciting stuff really, but I'm getting the feeling that Frick is not going to meet a college campus that she didn't like. She likes the prospect of becoming an adult.
Which makes me feel old.
And the wedge heels I traipsed around the streets of New York in yesterday are today making me feel ancient. Please don't tell me Easy Spirts are the way to go because I'd rather die a noble death in my heels than give in to bad fashion. But don't stick a fork in me just yet. Old can be sexy and if I'm gonna be old, than I'll have to be the best old lady that I know how to be. Old ladies are biker chic, riight??
Ok, I'm beginning to like this new outlook on old. Leather studs, grommets and my favorite things in the world, skulls! Thigh high boots and Harley's? Hell yeah! Maybe it's not over for me just yet.
Yup, I'm re-thinking this whole Old Lady thing.
Monday, April 11, 2011
We are in fabulous New York City visiting NYU. Frick and my nephew Wack and I are trolling the streets of New York city looking at the campus of NYU. Last night we ate Thai food and had Pinkberry and life couldn't have got much better. Today we will visit NYU'S Tisch School for the Arts and it's one of the top programs in the country for theatre and SUPREMELY selective and hard to get into.
Of course, it's Frick's first choice.
While I have always told her that she can accomplish anything that she puts her mind to, we have to be careful to manage expectations when looking at these programs. But hey, why shouldn't she shoot for the stars???
And so it begins...
Friday, April 8, 2011
Evidently, thepeopleofwalmart.com have been having some contest comparing one freak to another with the winner moving on in a bizarre, freak show popularity contest. Let's choose our faves, shall we?
All I can say is WOW. You got the eye sanitizer handy? I guarantee You're gonna need it. Just taking Timmy out for a drag seems minor in comparison with Cookie here. Fashion violation aside, isn't she a little old to be wearing the Sesame Street collection?
I don't know what the hell that is hanging from the front of Number 1's blue shirt, but if it isn't a buckskin colored fanny pack then I don't wanna know. As for her counter part here, it certainly ain't easy, being that cheezey.
What the hell is THAT? A Big Foot Sighting??? Who knew that Sasquatch was a fricken slob too and the smart money is on that he smells like a prince. As for number 14, they say that side boob is sexy, but I think they lied.
And speaking of boobs, what the?? I've got nothing on this one except, really? As for Ms. Number 7 here, again, I don't want to know what that is. Make it go away.....
Oh Lordy! What would I do without those Walmart Crazees to amuse me on a lovely Friday morning? Makes me think that things can't be that bad now, can they?
Make sure you choose your favorite bloggers, and remember, freaks are people too.
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Monday, April 4, 2011
And before I start, I would like to explain that I don't want this post to sound like it's all about me, me, me, because this post is certainly not about me. It's about someone and something else, but it really is about me because of it's effect on me.
So let's talk about me for a second. Saturday afternoon, just after a long morning and right in between that morning and a long evening, I found myself with an hour to put my feet up on the sofa. The TV was already on and as I sat to rest for a quiet moment, my attention was captured by the sound of a British accent. I am nothing if not a sucker for a cute British accent so I began watching this show about a British chef named Jamie Oliver who has come to Huntington, Virginia to start a Food Revolution. What? Is? This? I am intrigued. Seems this charming and cheeky chef, Jamie Oliver has come to the USA to help Americans eat healthier and this is his story.
Now I'm hooked. I'm hooked because his story is about two things that really matter to me; food and kids. Jamie, who has been credited with changing the school lunch system for the better in his native Great Brittan, was sent to the fattest community in America to try and make revolutionary change. His whole grass roots movement; one person, family at a time is about changing things in a community and starting a revolution about something essential: food.
And they don't like him. Nobody likes him. But I love him and Jamie is undeterred.
Armed with his ABC show and budget, adorable, charming, passionate and smart is how Jamie navigates through all the negativity, because he knows he's right, and the people know he's right, but no one really wants to make change because they believe that once Mr. Oliver leaves Huntington, things will just go back to the way they were. But what they soon find out is that Mr. Oliver isn't going any where for a while and that he really does care. He's here to educate and advocate and legislate and fund raise and work in the schools and work in the community and make change a reality.And not just in Huntington, but all across America. A huge undertaking.
God bless him, this guy finds opposition at every turn yet he forges on. He starts out with our youth, and really talks to the kids about the foods that they eat. He visits with a local family to find out what they are eating on weekly basis and the results were disturbing. The food in the schools aren't any better. These poeple are dying young deaths and the obesity rate is at a critical point. Change has got to happen.
The most powerful moment for me was when Jamie took a handful of elementary school kids, aged 8-10, to his kitchen and he intended to show them, really show them what they were eating. He had a raw chicken and a knife. He carved the chicken in front of the children and showed them the prime cuts of meat; the breast, wings, etc. When he was done, he had only the carcass remaining. He then cut the carcass in half along with the rib cage and all remaining bone fragments. He used the pieces to scare the children, to which they "eww"-ed an squealed in all the right places. When he asked if they would ever eat "that" a unanimous "no" was the response.
Then he put those pieces in a food processer and ground them up into little pieces to which he added flour and seasonings. A disgusting paste was the result and Jamie then asked the kids which they would prefer. Again, a unanimous decision to eat the better cuts of chicken, the breast, the wings etc.
Then he did something amazing. He formed the disgusting paste into a ball and rolled it in flour and cornmeal and made it look exactly like a chicken nugget. He then asked the kids how many of them would, "eat this now?" and like Pavlov's dogs, the salivating kids all raised their hands, yes. Why? After they saw exactly what it was made of? Some said, "Cuz they were hungry." It was clear Mr. Oliver had his work cut out for him.
I will continue to watch the rest of his Food Revolution which aired last year, and you can bet I will be front and center on April 12 When Jamie Oliver's Food Revolution will begin a new season in Los Angeles. I am only 4 episodes deep into last season, but the seeds of change are already starting to sprout and I'm looking forward to finishing Huntington's story and transformation.
And of course you know that his story had to come back to me as I am the Jamie Oliver of my own house hold where we have begun our own Food Revolution. Wholesome, healthy foods with basic ingredients is where it's at for my family. Gone are Bagel Bites of yesterday and here to stay are the carrots and Ranch dressing of today. I'll start grassroots at home too, as last night we had steamed green beans with dinner. Frick, who was coming down with a cold was encouraged to eat more of them because they contain a whole serving of vitamin C. And she did! So we take baby steps as we start a slow, revolutionary change.
I just think that alone is bloody brilliant.