Monday, August 31, 2009
So a reader of this blog reminded me today that the Julie and Julia book that I threw out (per previous blog) was, uh, hers. HA! This has given me an hour of solid laughter. Apparantly, I let my cleaning kick get in the way of good sense. It honestly never crossed my mind that the book didn't belong to me. I guess since I didn't care for it and was in cleaning frenzy, I never stopped to think that it was on borrow. Don't suppose people will be lending me books anymore--look out!
Off to book store now to replace book.
Sunday, August 30, 2009
The movie makes up for the boring book. It's one of those rare occasions where the movie actually was better. Here's why: 50% of the story line was about Julia Child and her life (in the book she's about 20%) and of course Meryl Streep nails the character. And the love affair she had with her husband played by Stanley Tucci was so charming I sure hope that part was all true, the clothes are great and the shots of Paris--oui oui oui. Nice Sunday afternoon matinee.
Friday, August 28, 2009
Now the Memphis Mayoral race is movie material. Among the typical City Council people and lawyers running, we also have: professional wrestler Jerry Lawler (who speaks some sense actually) and Prince Mongo. Let me paint a picture for you. On last night's televised debate he wore: A long blonde wig, and on top of that a beaded Indian head-dress, and goggles over his eyes. At least he was clothed. My mom saw him at the grocery store once, naked except for a fur coat.
And if the attire seems strange, you should have heard his rants. It was one of those funny but uncomfortable funny times. Borat would be proud. The moderators had to literally compose themselves to try and take the event seriously. Please go see if he's on You Tube. Some of the better lines:
1) Q - what would you do if the big earthquake comes? A - What will I do? What can I do? The city is going to go down like a stack of matches. Go to church and pray, that's about all I can tell people to do.
2) Q - what would you do about crime in the city? A - Arm every citizen with a machine gun, oozy and hand grenade and let them all fight it out and defend their property.
3) Q - how would you handle the city budget? I wouldn't trust my money to these people. I'd rather give it to Saddam Hussein, even in the grave, than give it to these people.
And my favorite:
4) Q - what makes you qualified to be mayor? All these politicians are turds that need to be flushed down the toilet.
So talk about some straight talk. And guess what, me and some Mongo maybe have something in common in that clearly, he thinks about as highly of politicians as I do. Scary!
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Anyway, true story, one day the child was begging for pancakes one morning so I whipped in McD's on the way to the drop-off. At least I felt like "pancakes" was a semblance of a normal breakfast. I get there and he refuses to eat the pancakes. That's a two year old for you. Instead, he wants ice cream. I explain to him that we need to eat a normal breakfast. My mom attempts for a nano second to be on my side by saying, let's not have ice cream today...and then without missing a beat says "let's have chocolate cake instead!" Now, I know I'm making fun of this situation but in truth it doesn't bother me that much. He's a kid and part of the grandparent/grandchild scenario is a degree of reckless abandon with typical kid nutrition rules. So to that end, it's okay. Seeing them all ga-ga over each other is so worth it.
Sunday, August 23, 2009
2) Todd and I hired our first-ever paid baby-sitter and had a semblance of a date night last Friday. This is part of "try and have a date night" once a month plan. Worked great!
3) The "Throwin Out of Fifty Things" continues. This weekend, I tackled my dresser and bathroom and donated or threw out countless items. Observations include: a) stop buying hair care products that the hair stylist uses. I use them once and then they go in "that drawer" because I can't keep up with any hair regimen that requires the formality of the application of product. b) was glad to throw out 20+ pairs of hose. I'm so happy that panty hose are so OUT! Let's hope they forever stay that way (sorry Hanes workers) c) donated countless T-shirts from all those walk-a-thons, work events, etc. The reality, is I don't wear these shirts. I will start refusing to accept them and ask that they just give mine to the next person.
4) Project Runway was good the other night. My favorite line came from the gender ambiguous Asian who said: "There is no vocab to describe my work." To which I say, I have two words of vocab for you: ugly dress.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
My friend Sean and I got in a conversation one day that of all the reality shows, we felt like Project Runway was by far the hardest from a participant standpoint. A lot of people can sing, or learn to sing. Ditto with dance, but to whip out an entire runway ready outfit made with eggshells, rutabagas and safety pins in 10 hours has got to be really hard to do. My hat is off to each and every one of the contestants.
So don't disappoint me Lifetime channel. Make it work! (Thursday, 9C/10E)
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Saturday, August 8, 2009
Now by "things" each category counts as a "thing." So if you throw out say 16 books, it only counts as one. I decide to start with the public areas of my house first tackling my dining room closet which has become the catch all for way too many china pieces, serving platters I never use, two complete sets of china--one of which is service for 15! That will be the day when I have 15 people over and serve on china and not Chinette!
The following were donated to Goodwill:
* 2 crystal toasting stems as already have a set and we don't toast a whole lot around my house
* Dollar Tree stuffed animals someone gave me (why are these in my china closet?)
* a pasta serving bowl--my pasta is served out of a colander at my house so this item pointless
* random place mats for two, we're now three, so the twosies need to go.
* napkin rings. Long, long gone are the days where I use cloth napkins
* five tablecloths from a size table I don't even own any more
* an ugly ceramic cardinal on pine cones candle holder center piece. Not sure what I was possibly thinking when I bought that
* an old school standing mixer that hasn't been used in over 15 years and was probably purchased in 1985 when my family took the Wilton cake decorating class at JC Penney--ah memories.
* that china service for 15 and all the accoutrement was boxed up and put in the attic for a potential daughter in law someday.
Total: 9 "things"
And some happy reminiscing about an item I will never, ever toss. The bunny candy dish my mom made me in the 70's when she took ceramics. This comes out every Easter and I have always loved it my whole life. It will have a special place on the shelf.
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
So one day, I'm on the dicey part of Summer...you know that point at Summer and National where you decide locking doors is a good idea. Anyway, traveling west you pass a Church's Fried Chicken which is next to the "Paris Adult Theater." Not the best real estate for Church's (the juxtaposition of the two terms in and of itself is sort of funny actually). Anyway, there is a little patch of grass between the front of the Church's parking lot and Summer Avenue. And on that grass patch sit three male Hasidic Jews. This is odd to me because:
1) Hasidic Jews although present in Memphis, are not an every day sighting. And in this part of town, even the more strange.
2) Why are they on the grass lounging around? Are they waiting for a bus? It was not the Sabbath when I saw them. Are they homeless? Then why all this free time to lounge as if this were a park or something.
3) Do they own the Church's? Or the land? I would find this odd as well. Surely Church's is not kosher.
4) Why would a religious person want to be seen anywhere near the Paris? Lest someone get the wrong idea. That'd be my luck, lounging on the grass in front of the Church's next to the Paris and ten people drive by that know me.
See what I mean? Weird stuff. Not bad stuff, just weird. Oh and before you start jumping to conclusions, my destination was not the Church's Fried Chicken OR the Paris for heaven's sake. I was on my way to the zoo. I promise.
Monday, August 3, 2009
So we had the best play date last Friday. We went down to a friend’s house in Mississippi who has a working farm originally with the intent to see horses, because my child is a horse freak. But alas, we go there, and per usual, the impostor child didn’t care to see horses at all. And why would he want to pet boring old horses when there were water slides and go carts and big wheels, acres and acres of land, a fishing pond, two other little boys to hang with and chocolate cupcakes.
As a sidebar, one of the little boys declared “I HATE CUPCAKES” as apparently this child sustains only on chicken tenders. I burst out laughing as those are words that would never ever be uttered out of our household past or present. Oh to have a child that really didn’t like sweets. Apparently they do exist.