I had a hard time watching this:
having seen this:
Though the potatoes I made were excellent.
grace in small things, the blog version
Go Fug Yourself
Could these women be more on the money?
They slay me.
Every day. All the time.
Adelaide from Adelaide
Spare. Witty. Bright. Brilliant.
The Magpie Files
From under my wing, Alice inspires me with her sincerity.
Milk Money Or Not, Here I Come
Where will we journey with Schmutzie? Time will tell. She's so endearing, we cannot help but walk with her.
The Sartorialist
He sees the way I do - we witness the beauty of people all around us. My heart skips when I see his pictures.
Apartment Therapy
I don't live in an apartment...I don't even (really) need decor tips...and yet, I'll never buy a home decor magazine again.
Could these women be more on the money?
They slay me.
Every day. All the time.
Adelaide from Adelaide
Spare. Witty. Bright. Brilliant.
The Magpie Files
From under my wing, Alice inspires me with her sincerity.
Milk Money Or Not, Here I Come
Where will we journey with Schmutzie? Time will tell. She's so endearing, we cannot help but walk with her.
The Sartorialist
He sees the way I do - we witness the beauty of people all around us. My heart skips when I see his pictures.
Apartment Therapy
I don't live in an apartment...I don't even (really) need decor tips...and yet, I'll never buy a home decor magazine again.
such stuff
Dream car:
The Mercedes four-door G Wagon. I'd happily accept an old Land Rover or vintage Land Cruiser but fear they would require more maintenance than I'd have patience for...so I'll take one of these.
Dream house:
Give me the sea, then leave me alone. I'm not sure where, and I like the winter very much. Sadly, I haven't had to figure it out.
Dream trip:
We have friends in Tokyo and I mean to bring Youngest there. K would like it too...oh, but the plane ride!
Dream meal:
I've been there before - now they've gotten four stars. I'd love to go back.
Dreamboat:
My K. In his long underwear and sweaters and mucking boots and wee hat. I glanced over at him last weekend and fell in love.
Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits, and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp'd tow'rs, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on; and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.
The Mercedes four-door G Wagon. I'd happily accept an old Land Rover or vintage Land Cruiser but fear they would require more maintenance than I'd have patience for...so I'll take one of these.
Dream house:
Give me the sea, then leave me alone. I'm not sure where, and I like the winter very much. Sadly, I haven't had to figure it out.
Dream trip:
We have friends in Tokyo and I mean to bring Youngest there. K would like it too...oh, but the plane ride!
Dream meal:
I've been there before - now they've gotten four stars. I'd love to go back.
Dreamboat:
My K. In his long underwear and sweaters and mucking boots and wee hat. I glanced over at him last weekend and fell in love.
Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits, and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp'd tow'rs, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on; and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.
as requested, the French woman downstairs
Down the stairs and over one from my office is a tiny coffee shop/bistro place.
There is a counter up against the window, running the length of the store with stools and four or five tables with wifi.
I get a small decaf cafe au lait there every day. Some days I spring for an almond croissant.
The women behind the counter have gotten to know me - and I them. One of them only moonlights at the cafe and is a financial consultant during normal working hours I've learned in my three months of employment.
The counter-girls are warm and chatty and two flat screen tv's show surfing and skateboarding videos as alternative rock music plays in the background.
It seems that the place is either managed or owned by a French couple. Actually, I'm not even positive they are a couple.
He is tall and thin and has very short salt-and-pepper hair. He doesn't often work behind the counter but is very gracious when he does. He has twinkly eyes.
His female counterpart is not always there when I pick up my coffee but she is usually working when I go for some soup at lunch-time and I've been enjoying seeing her.
She is not especially tall and is slim and has auburn hair that she wears tied back in a scarf.
She is very French - I cannot explain what that means but I think you can imagine.
She wears simple but flattering outfits and ties her pashmina at the back of her neck (I'm guessing to keep it out her way while she works). Her blouses are often slightly low-cut and she often wears a skirt or dress and has a sing-song kind of voice. I'd love to catch a glimpse of her shoes and tights but I've never seen her without the counter between us.
She bustles about in a busy but happy way and pours my soup gracefully.
It's wonderful to have a place like this cafe a short elevator ride away from my desk, especially when it is so cold out.
I told her so the other day having come in shivering after slipping away from my desk late in the day.
It's so good to have you downstairs here on a day like this, I shuddered.
Ah, no, she said, it is so good to have you just upstairs, she replied and so I became even more enamored of her.
I was further endeared of her last Friday when I made a bold move. I wanted oatmeal for my breakfast but worried that the oatmeal at the cafe would be made with water. I like my oatmeal made with milk. I thought about it as I walked from the train and decided to take a chance.
When it was my turn at the counter I ordered oatmeal with fresh fruit...she asked me if I wanted it made with milk or water!
Heaven.
Hot oatmeal with fresh blueberries - served up by a charming French hostess.
Another small thing that starts my day beautifully.
I craned my neck over the counter just before she handed me the bag - she wears clunky flat black boots.
There is a counter up against the window, running the length of the store with stools and four or five tables with wifi.
I get a small decaf cafe au lait there every day. Some days I spring for an almond croissant.
The women behind the counter have gotten to know me - and I them. One of them only moonlights at the cafe and is a financial consultant during normal working hours I've learned in my three months of employment.
The counter-girls are warm and chatty and two flat screen tv's show surfing and skateboarding videos as alternative rock music plays in the background.
It seems that the place is either managed or owned by a French couple. Actually, I'm not even positive they are a couple.
He is tall and thin and has very short salt-and-pepper hair. He doesn't often work behind the counter but is very gracious when he does. He has twinkly eyes.
His female counterpart is not always there when I pick up my coffee but she is usually working when I go for some soup at lunch-time and I've been enjoying seeing her.
She is not especially tall and is slim and has auburn hair that she wears tied back in a scarf.
She is very French - I cannot explain what that means but I think you can imagine.
She wears simple but flattering outfits and ties her pashmina at the back of her neck (I'm guessing to keep it out her way while she works). Her blouses are often slightly low-cut and she often wears a skirt or dress and has a sing-song kind of voice. I'd love to catch a glimpse of her shoes and tights but I've never seen her without the counter between us.
She bustles about in a busy but happy way and pours my soup gracefully.
It's wonderful to have a place like this cafe a short elevator ride away from my desk, especially when it is so cold out.
I told her so the other day having come in shivering after slipping away from my desk late in the day.
It's so good to have you downstairs here on a day like this, I shuddered.
Ah, no, she said, it is so good to have you just upstairs, she replied and so I became even more enamored of her.
I was further endeared of her last Friday when I made a bold move. I wanted oatmeal for my breakfast but worried that the oatmeal at the cafe would be made with water. I like my oatmeal made with milk. I thought about it as I walked from the train and decided to take a chance.
When it was my turn at the counter I ordered oatmeal with fresh fruit...she asked me if I wanted it made with milk or water!
Heaven.
Hot oatmeal with fresh blueberries - served up by a charming French hostess.
Another small thing that starts my day beautifully.
I craned my neck over the counter just before she handed me the bag - she wears clunky flat black boots.
Le Mépris
We had dinner with our friend W and his French sweetheart last month.
It was nice.
Of course, we made the mistake of serving her Posole, realizing, just seconds after her first spoonful of it that she has had the finest Posole on earth...that she is well versed in the Posole!
But what can one do?
Anyway.
We chatted about all kinds of things, when we were able to get Oldest to stop monopolizing her attention, and, at some point, discussed films - as one does. And B (the French sweetheart) highly recommended Le Mepris.
So, the other night, after B had returned to Paris and we were sitting and lamenting her departure with W, we sat down to watch it.
It's an interesting little film - with no real translation for the title. It is called Contempt in English but that doesn't seem to completely capture it.
It stars Brigitte Bardot and was made by Jean-Luc Goddard. Fritz Lang plays a director and Jack Palance does a fine job of being a sleazy American producer and the whole thing sort of looks better than it is.
(You know what I mean here, don't you?)
There's a lot of this kind of thing.
BB moving, purposefully.
Sometimes naked.
Don't get too excited - whenever she's naked she's lying on her stomach.
It's the story of a disintegrating marriage and a failed writer and a trip to Capri.
The trip to Capri features a remarkable house, and the shooting of a film -
I would just LOVE one of those Technicolor jumpsuits.
Mostly, there are a lot of pouty faces...(this one is certainly gorgeous)
and a fellow who is NOT Clive Owen, and some apartment therapy.
(See how I made a little internet joke there? Apartment Therapy?)
I won't tell you the end, but I will say I was a little surprised.
I think, now that I've thought about it, that I would recommend this film too.
B loves the music, and I do too - though it really only is a tiny bit of music and tends to be pervasive.
See it and spend an afternoon pretending you are a sullen French woman with a tiny waist and post coital hair.
It was nice.
Of course, we made the mistake of serving her Posole, realizing, just seconds after her first spoonful of it that she has had the finest Posole on earth...that she is well versed in the Posole!
But what can one do?
Anyway.
We chatted about all kinds of things, when we were able to get Oldest to stop monopolizing her attention, and, at some point, discussed films - as one does. And B (the French sweetheart) highly recommended Le Mepris.
So, the other night, after B had returned to Paris and we were sitting and lamenting her departure with W, we sat down to watch it.
It's an interesting little film - with no real translation for the title. It is called Contempt in English but that doesn't seem to completely capture it.
It stars Brigitte Bardot and was made by Jean-Luc Goddard. Fritz Lang plays a director and Jack Palance does a fine job of being a sleazy American producer and the whole thing sort of looks better than it is.
(You know what I mean here, don't you?)
There's a lot of this kind of thing.
BB moving, purposefully.
Sometimes naked.
Don't get too excited - whenever she's naked she's lying on her stomach.
It's the story of a disintegrating marriage and a failed writer and a trip to Capri.
The trip to Capri features a remarkable house, and the shooting of a film -
I would just LOVE one of those Technicolor jumpsuits.
Mostly, there are a lot of pouty faces...(this one is certainly gorgeous)
and a fellow who is NOT Clive Owen, and some apartment therapy.
(See how I made a little internet joke there? Apartment Therapy?)
I won't tell you the end, but I will say I was a little surprised.
I think, now that I've thought about it, that I would recommend this film too.
B loves the music, and I do too - though it really only is a tiny bit of music and tends to be pervasive.
See it and spend an afternoon pretending you are a sullen French woman with a tiny waist and post coital hair.
color me disappointed
I wasn't rushing out to see The Curious Case of Benjamin Button - and NOW?
Now that I've researched and learned that both movies were written by the same guy?
The Curious Case of Forrest Gump - watch more funny videos
Now that I've researched and learned that both movies were written by the same guy?
you all know Matt
- and if you didn't know Matt before yesterday, you probably know him now as Jen posted one of his dance videos yesterday.
I like Matt.
I always get a little misty watching Matt dancing with happy people....
AND, I like Matt's outtakes too.
I like Matt.
I always get a little misty watching Matt dancing with happy people....
AND, I like Matt's outtakes too.
posts I meant to write
Things I had in my head to do, but didn't.
A post of office artwork. There are some impressive things hanging in the office space where I work - and some terrible stuff too. I thought I'd take photos (I tend to arrive pretty early) and then do a post of what's what. I carried the camera in my work-bag for a week.
Past, Present, Future. I don't remember what this was going to be. Good title though.
A lengthy discussion regarding winter boots. Just thinking about it bores me to tears.
A video clip of Michelle Obama's fashion choices. It wasn't possible to embed it and I lost interest when I realized I could only link to it.
A medical post describing the condition I have wherein oral trauma (I burned the roof of my mouth on soup) leads to a shingles-like response in a nerve in my face causing me distracting pain for days on end. (I realized that I don't really do medical posts - about me anyway and backed away from this too.)
And so it goes.
I'd still like to write a spring wardrobe post, in which I may have to retract earlier statements concerning not wearing sandals to offices and explain my desire to stay away from J Crew next season.
I really want to write about the French woman who runs? owns? the cafe downstairs. She has a wonderful wardrobe and is charming...in that French way.
I must instruct you: go find a copy of Elephant Elephant. It is delightful - though I'm not sure it could be called a children's book.
What am I doing instead of writing these posts?
For starters: the kitchen floor is positively crusted with salt, sand and mud.
A post of office artwork. There are some impressive things hanging in the office space where I work - and some terrible stuff too. I thought I'd take photos (I tend to arrive pretty early) and then do a post of what's what. I carried the camera in my work-bag for a week.
Past, Present, Future. I don't remember what this was going to be. Good title though.
A lengthy discussion regarding winter boots. Just thinking about it bores me to tears.
A video clip of Michelle Obama's fashion choices. It wasn't possible to embed it and I lost interest when I realized I could only link to it.
A medical post describing the condition I have wherein oral trauma (I burned the roof of my mouth on soup) leads to a shingles-like response in a nerve in my face causing me distracting pain for days on end. (I realized that I don't really do medical posts - about me anyway and backed away from this too.)
And so it goes.
I'd still like to write a spring wardrobe post, in which I may have to retract earlier statements concerning not wearing sandals to offices and explain my desire to stay away from J Crew next season.
I really want to write about the French woman who runs? owns? the cafe downstairs. She has a wonderful wardrobe and is charming...in that French way.
I must instruct you: go find a copy of Elephant Elephant. It is delightful - though I'm not sure it could be called a children's book.
What am I doing instead of writing these posts?
For starters: the kitchen floor is positively crusted with salt, sand and mud.
here's one you won't read on BeautyHacks
When faced with a hole in your hosiery, what do you do?
If you travel in my circle, the answer is easy...
Picture this:
It is Saturday evening in Chicago.
You are expected at a cocktail party in half an hour.
There is, and has been for many hours, a snowstorm swirling outside.
You have a hole near the ankle area of your black tights (Angie).
What do you do?
You travel with Wendy, well-known around the internet as Martha MacGyver.
Wendy has a black Sharpie.
What, you don't travel with a black Sharpie? Meet Ms. MacGyver! (The last time we were together at Poppy's she tightened up a wobbly chair.)
The issue was presented.
Wendy went to work.
She colored Angie's leg where the hole was.
And VOILA! Problem solved.
Okay - that IS the other leg - TRUST me. It looked FINE.
If you travel in my circle, the answer is easy...
Picture this:
It is Saturday evening in Chicago.
You are expected at a cocktail party in half an hour.
There is, and has been for many hours, a snowstorm swirling outside.
You have a hole near the ankle area of your black tights (Angie).
What do you do?
You travel with Wendy, well-known around the internet as Martha MacGyver.
Wendy has a black Sharpie.
What, you don't travel with a black Sharpie? Meet Ms. MacGyver! (The last time we were together at Poppy's she tightened up a wobbly chair.)
The issue was presented.
Wendy went to work.
She colored Angie's leg where the hole was.
And VOILA! Problem solved.
Okay - that IS the other leg - TRUST me. It looked FINE.
red
We need something to be red, at my job.
A banner, a logo, an icon.
Each of us has a different red in his/her mind.
One of us saw this as the perfect red for the job...another saw this red and said: TARGET!
I went and got the Pantone books.
They're fun to play with.
Target red is Pantone 186.
Which is fine as we wanted something richer.
180 is too orange-y for my liking - but it's not my call.
And, though it is not my call, I knew the red people were describing.
A dark, clear red, with some blue in it.
Something classy but still very red - not burgundy or wine or maroon.
I took the book and went off for a little while with it.
I chose Pantone 200 while others were off looking up what had been used on other projects.
Then I sat back and waited.
Other reds were brought forth -
and someone else brought out #200 just after I expressed my regard for it.
It is being deliberated and I am anxious to know....
The next day, a production person said: I know the red you mean but I'd have to take you to a paint store to show it to you.
And I said: I chose MY red, I chose 200.
200? said she, That's a much stronger color than I thought you were all talking about.
I didn't answer her but I can tell you that I am just a little awed by people who can discuss the properties of Pantone hues without having the books in front of them.
Of course, I would go with Pantone 200 COATED - as I find the uncoated colors pretty muddy.
A banner, a logo, an icon.
Each of us has a different red in his/her mind.
One of us saw this as the perfect red for the job...another saw this red and said: TARGET!
I went and got the Pantone books.
They're fun to play with.
Target red is Pantone 186.
Which is fine as we wanted something richer.
180 is too orange-y for my liking - but it's not my call.
And, though it is not my call, I knew the red people were describing.
A dark, clear red, with some blue in it.
Something classy but still very red - not burgundy or wine or maroon.
I took the book and went off for a little while with it.
I chose Pantone 200 while others were off looking up what had been used on other projects.
Then I sat back and waited.
Other reds were brought forth -
and someone else brought out #200 just after I expressed my regard for it.
It is being deliberated and I am anxious to know....
The next day, a production person said: I know the red you mean but I'd have to take you to a paint store to show it to you.
And I said: I chose MY red, I chose 200.
200? said she, That's a much stronger color than I thought you were all talking about.
I didn't answer her but I can tell you that I am just a little awed by people who can discuss the properties of Pantone hues without having the books in front of them.
Of course, I would go with Pantone 200 COATED - as I find the uncoated colors pretty muddy.
February 12, my friends
The season premiere of Survior is just around the corner.
I went by the website to watch some of the videos and had to laugh...this season is "all about first impressions."
Could someone tell Jeff that, when it comes to Survivor, for me, EVERY season is about first impressions?
The videos look good and I'm looking forward to watching again soon (not to mention seeing my mom on Thursdays).
I'll be doing a cast round-up within the next couple of weeks.
I went by the website to watch some of the videos and had to laugh...this season is "all about first impressions."
Could someone tell Jeff that, when it comes to Survivor, for me, EVERY season is about first impressions?
The videos look good and I'm looking forward to watching again soon (not to mention seeing my mom on Thursdays).
I'll be doing a cast round-up within the next couple of weeks.
reader's choice part 2
Jen on the Edge said...
I love it when you write about your observations -- on the train, in the city, around your town.
Or, how about foods your family has been cooking?
I'd ask for updates on your guys, but I know you like to protect their privacy. Maybe just some snippets, things they've said?
bb:
This week I cooked a great big baked ziti for K's sister. Her son has been unwell (send prayers!) and I wanted to make them a meal...SO I made a second big giant baked ziti for us. K made an amazing lamb stew thing (Cuban!) and we are still relying on panninis one night a week.
I was complaining about the dog yesterday and Youngest said: I hear ya, Mom, just make sure you make it look like an accident.
Erin H. said:
I'd like to know what the best bang for your buck "mineral" makeup line is. Even drug store brands have them now, which one is best?
Do you have a favourite eye-liner pencil brand if you use that stuff?
What about those smoker's wrinkles around the lips? Do you have a magic solution to that, other than the obvious?
Have you tried that root touch-up hair dye? I've heard it's fab.
And finally, off topic, is there a such a thing as a good frozen lasagna to be purchased?
bb:
Well! Erin certainly has a lot to talk about!
Let's see...my Chicago girlfriends SWEAR by Physician's Formula mineral make-up - I bought some and liked it very much, but I must say that the brush is a bit POKEY...I don't think the real stuff is THAT expensive (and I did buy it) and it is very wonderful.
As for eye-liner pencil, I have always liked L'Oreal, from the drug-store. I think I've only had a Clinique eye pencil from the department stores and that was nice too.
I haven't a clue about smoker's wrinkles around the lips and will mention that while I probably smoked 10 cigarettes a day for much of 2008, I had dinner with a woman from Paris, the day after Christmas, smoked until I was green and have not had many since. (I had a pack that I shared with three people in Chicago). I think there must be some collagen cream for the upper lip area but I don't know for sure. Sadly, or not, I'm one of those people who is able to smoke when I want to and then stop doing it when I've had enough...I THINK I'M GOING ON A BIT NOW, DON'T YOU?
Stouffer's frozen lasagna is supposed to be pretty good, Erin, but don't you have a supermarket that has "prepared food" near you? Mine makes a nice lasagna.
I have not tried the root touch-up hair dye kit -though I've been tempted - I haven't found a color that matches mine (which would be: natural color - WHITE, dyed color - mousey brown).
Amy A. has left a new comment on your post "reader's choice":
I just started using Burt's Bee's Radiance Day/Night Creme and Aging Serum. You might like to try it. And maybe explain exactly what serum is supposed to do. Also, I would like to try Avalon Organics Orange Cleanser and facial care stuff.
bb:
Why do the Burt's Bees products smell pepperminty? I don't like it! Also? Night creme? I cannot imagine slathering something on my face before I fall into bed. I did a little research on it and was not terribly excited by what I read. As for the Avalon stuff, I'd be happy to try it - and might, as I like some of their other products. I think I've used their moisturizer and been happy with it, but I haven't been to Whole Foods in ages and that's where I'd get sucked in and buy it.
Also, I've heard that Oil of Olay regenerist is supposed to be as fabulous as La Mer. But way cheaper.
I've been look at the Oil of Olay Regenerist product line for years and find the labels and boxes INDECIPHERABLE. What do I need? Specific recommendations are most welcome.
I also love it when you take us shopping with you.
Stay tuned for more shopping posts - I own NOTHING in the way of spring/summer clothing that is suitable for the workplace.
Another idea.. (I didn't want to use 'also' again :P) maybe you could direct us to some of your favorites in your archives. I know I started reading you a year or two after you actually started and haven't really poked around much in the older posts. I remember reading something about a girl in the airport that had me gasping one time but I don't remember much about it and am too lazy to look for it. :)
That'll be enough from me.
Ah, well, my airport post is somewhat famous (I'm blushing). After that, I'm not sure where to point you. Here. I searched the word "storm" - these look okay.
Tuli has left a new comment on your post "reader's choice":
I'm with previous commenters: what happened with the moss?
bb:
Dismal failure!
And what is the best for really really dry legs? (I drink a TON of water every day and it doesn't help. Unless I'm eating too much salt. Which is probable.)
I am hopeless at drinking water - I'd try the exfoliating as recommended by another reader, and have recently fallen in like with Olay Beauty Ribbons body wash. I can't believe it, but it seems to actually be moisturizing my skin. I know!
And what product works best for fine lines but doesn't stink of citrus fruit?
Oh, no! Really? I haven't tried products for fine lines. My lines tend to be very heavy -though I only have two or three of them. (Lines, that is.) Citrus? I loathe food smells in beauty products. One can only assume that the products you have tried have citric acid in them. Personally, I can no longer read ingredients lists, even WITH my glasses...perhaps you could discuss this with someone at the beauty counter.
Oh. And more Observations From The Train, please.
Okay - I'll work on it!
Melene has left a new comment on your post "reader's choice":
Is it normal to own 12 pairs of black shoes? ( 3 of which are boots).
I also have red, tan and purple, but not 12 of each.
bb:
Black shoes? They are ALL I OWN. I have at least 12 pair. I also have two pair of brown boots.
Melene, YOU are completely NORMAL.
robiewankenobie has left a new comment on your post "reader's choice":
I would like to know more about the things that you did with your boys when they were younger that allows you to connect with them now.
bb:
I am interrupting rwk's questions to say: I have NO idea what I did with them when they were younger that allows me to connect with them now. There are two possible factors: I NEVER played with them (does that sound terrible?). I never sat on the floor and played trucks with them or spent hours pretending with them. I'm not sure if it was good or bad, but I was always and only a mom - not their playmate. It is an interesting thing. The second possible factor is that they are very far apart in age - we were alone with each of them for at least 4 years.
As for beauty gunk, I want to read about eyebrows. Mine are quite nefarious, and I never know quite what to do with them.
I'm in a quandary, myself, about my eyebrows. I changed the shape of them but could use a professional consult -and not with the Korean lady who waxes them and speaks no English.
I might look it up on the internet - but I'm thinking some eye make-up that matches your eyebrow color and one of those application brushes with the tight squared-off end would be helpful...if by nefarious you mean wiry and willful, I'd say you may need to get them trimmed and then buy some of that clear eyebrow taming stuff in a tube with the mascara brush thingy.
(I'm not sounding very authoritative here, am I?)
Also? There is a customer who used to get 19 splendas in her coffee. She never comes through the the coffee shop anymore. You draw your own conclusions.
I draw CRAZY. Although, there is a guy in my office who drinks WATER with three splendas in it because he grew up in a town that sulpherized the water to such an extent that it was the only way to make it palatable. Go figure.
That was fun.
Many thanks for being inquisitive, it allowed me to chat with many of you and I've been remiss in the replying-to-comments area...as well as the reading-your-blogs area.
BUSY!
I love it when you write about your observations -- on the train, in the city, around your town.
Or, how about foods your family has been cooking?
I'd ask for updates on your guys, but I know you like to protect their privacy. Maybe just some snippets, things they've said?
bb:
This week I cooked a great big baked ziti for K's sister. Her son has been unwell (send prayers!) and I wanted to make them a meal...SO I made a second big giant baked ziti for us. K made an amazing lamb stew thing (Cuban!) and we are still relying on panninis one night a week.
I was complaining about the dog yesterday and Youngest said: I hear ya, Mom, just make sure you make it look like an accident.
Erin H. said:
I'd like to know what the best bang for your buck "mineral" makeup line is. Even drug store brands have them now, which one is best?
Do you have a favourite eye-liner pencil brand if you use that stuff?
What about those smoker's wrinkles around the lips? Do you have a magic solution to that, other than the obvious?
Have you tried that root touch-up hair dye? I've heard it's fab.
And finally, off topic, is there a such a thing as a good frozen lasagna to be purchased?
bb:
Well! Erin certainly has a lot to talk about!
Let's see...my Chicago girlfriends SWEAR by Physician's Formula mineral make-up - I bought some and liked it very much, but I must say that the brush is a bit POKEY...I don't think the real stuff is THAT expensive (and I did buy it) and it is very wonderful.
As for eye-liner pencil, I have always liked L'Oreal, from the drug-store. I think I've only had a Clinique eye pencil from the department stores and that was nice too.
I haven't a clue about smoker's wrinkles around the lips and will mention that while I probably smoked 10 cigarettes a day for much of 2008, I had dinner with a woman from Paris, the day after Christmas, smoked until I was green and have not had many since. (I had a pack that I shared with three people in Chicago). I think there must be some collagen cream for the upper lip area but I don't know for sure. Sadly, or not, I'm one of those people who is able to smoke when I want to and then stop doing it when I've had enough...I THINK I'M GOING ON A BIT NOW, DON'T YOU?
Stouffer's frozen lasagna is supposed to be pretty good, Erin, but don't you have a supermarket that has "prepared food" near you? Mine makes a nice lasagna.
I have not tried the root touch-up hair dye kit -though I've been tempted - I haven't found a color that matches mine (which would be: natural color - WHITE, dyed color - mousey brown).
Amy A. has left a new comment on your post "reader's choice":
I just started using Burt's Bee's Radiance Day/Night Creme and Aging Serum. You might like to try it. And maybe explain exactly what serum is supposed to do. Also, I would like to try Avalon Organics Orange Cleanser and facial care stuff.
bb:
Why do the Burt's Bees products smell pepperminty? I don't like it! Also? Night creme? I cannot imagine slathering something on my face before I fall into bed. I did a little research on it and was not terribly excited by what I read. As for the Avalon stuff, I'd be happy to try it - and might, as I like some of their other products. I think I've used their moisturizer and been happy with it, but I haven't been to Whole Foods in ages and that's where I'd get sucked in and buy it.
Also, I've heard that Oil of Olay regenerist is supposed to be as fabulous as La Mer. But way cheaper.
I've been look at the Oil of Olay Regenerist product line for years and find the labels and boxes INDECIPHERABLE. What do I need? Specific recommendations are most welcome.
I also love it when you take us shopping with you.
Stay tuned for more shopping posts - I own NOTHING in the way of spring/summer clothing that is suitable for the workplace.
Another idea.. (I didn't want to use 'also' again :P) maybe you could direct us to some of your favorites in your archives. I know I started reading you a year or two after you actually started and haven't really poked around much in the older posts. I remember reading something about a girl in the airport that had me gasping one time but I don't remember much about it and am too lazy to look for it. :)
That'll be enough from me.
Ah, well, my airport post is somewhat famous (I'm blushing). After that, I'm not sure where to point you. Here. I searched the word "storm" - these look okay.
Tuli has left a new comment on your post "reader's choice":
I'm with previous commenters: what happened with the moss?
bb:
Dismal failure!
And what is the best for really really dry legs? (I drink a TON of water every day and it doesn't help. Unless I'm eating too much salt. Which is probable.)
I am hopeless at drinking water - I'd try the exfoliating as recommended by another reader, and have recently fallen in like with Olay Beauty Ribbons body wash. I can't believe it, but it seems to actually be moisturizing my skin. I know!
And what product works best for fine lines but doesn't stink of citrus fruit?
Oh, no! Really? I haven't tried products for fine lines. My lines tend to be very heavy -though I only have two or three of them. (Lines, that is.) Citrus? I loathe food smells in beauty products. One can only assume that the products you have tried have citric acid in them. Personally, I can no longer read ingredients lists, even WITH my glasses...perhaps you could discuss this with someone at the beauty counter.
Oh. And more Observations From The Train, please.
Okay - I'll work on it!
Melene has left a new comment on your post "reader's choice":
Is it normal to own 12 pairs of black shoes? ( 3 of which are boots).
I also have red, tan and purple, but not 12 of each.
bb:
Black shoes? They are ALL I OWN. I have at least 12 pair. I also have two pair of brown boots.
Melene, YOU are completely NORMAL.
robiewankenobie has left a new comment on your post "reader's choice":
I would like to know more about the things that you did with your boys when they were younger that allows you to connect with them now.
bb:
I am interrupting rwk's questions to say: I have NO idea what I did with them when they were younger that allows me to connect with them now. There are two possible factors: I NEVER played with them (does that sound terrible?). I never sat on the floor and played trucks with them or spent hours pretending with them. I'm not sure if it was good or bad, but I was always and only a mom - not their playmate. It is an interesting thing. The second possible factor is that they are very far apart in age - we were alone with each of them for at least 4 years.
As for beauty gunk, I want to read about eyebrows. Mine are quite nefarious, and I never know quite what to do with them.
I'm in a quandary, myself, about my eyebrows. I changed the shape of them but could use a professional consult -and not with the Korean lady who waxes them and speaks no English.
I might look it up on the internet - but I'm thinking some eye make-up that matches your eyebrow color and one of those application brushes with the tight squared-off end would be helpful...if by nefarious you mean wiry and willful, I'd say you may need to get them trimmed and then buy some of that clear eyebrow taming stuff in a tube with the mascara brush thingy.
(I'm not sounding very authoritative here, am I?)
Also? There is a customer who used to get 19 splendas in her coffee. She never comes through the the coffee shop anymore. You draw your own conclusions.
I draw CRAZY. Although, there is a guy in my office who drinks WATER with three splendas in it because he grew up in a town that sulpherized the water to such an extent that it was the only way to make it palatable. Go figure.
That was fun.
Many thanks for being inquisitive, it allowed me to chat with many of you and I've been remiss in the replying-to-comments area...as well as the reading-your-blogs area.
BUSY!
wing sauce: the report
Remember our buddy S?
Well, his wing sauce is one step closer to being commercially available and we were given one of the test market bottles to rate and discuss.
With guidelines for consumption.
Herewith: our notes.
Wings two ways:
Dredged in corn starch
Plain
Both cooked for 12 minutes in a deep fryer with recycled oil at 360 - held in a 200 degree oven while fries were made.
Served with blue cheese dressing (homemade) and the aforementioned fries.
Bottom line - a very enjoyable meal.
Wings without corn starch were preferred by 2 of 3.
Sauce was mixed and heated with butter for about 40 minutes in a non-reactive aluminum pan.
Initial reaction was that there was some greasiness - upon heating on the stove, some oil separation was noted but this was easily remedied by whisking.
The crowd favorite was definitely the non-cornstarch chicken - actually 2-1, contrary to the recommendation of Cook's Illustrated which is a household source.
When the sauce was first delivered to the table a strong vinegar note was mentioned - but as it cooled this diminished . All three testers agreed that the spiciness level was, in fact, SORTA HOT, as advertised, with a nice build of hotness.
Hotness does not seem to build in aftertaste, allowing the eater to stuff their face with wings to the point of uncomfortable fullness leading to coma.
Lips do continue to tingle long after the tongue area is affected.
Sauce does tend to separate when standing longer than 15 minutes - but this isn't always a problem. Tossing the wings with tongs remixes the oil nicely.
Oil in sauce was found to repel blue cheese - but only once.
Further investigation is deemed necessary.
WE REQUIRE ADDITIONAL SAUCE.
No stomach afterburn noted - but we await Oldest's testing as he tends to inhale his food.
LAST MINUTE REPORT FROM OLDEST:
IT'S GOOD CRISPY
IT'S GOOD WET
NOT TOO OILY, IF THAT'S A CONCERN.
CRISPY (IE. CORN STARCH) HOLDS UP WELL TO RE-HEAT.
"I WANT TO BE A SPOKESPERSON FOR THIS. I CAN REALLY GET BEHIND THIS PRODUCT.
EXCELLENT CONSISTENCY. I LIKE HOW IT'S NOT TOO HOT, BUT IT CREEPS UP ON YOU WITHOUT KICKING YOU IN THE FACE AND I'M NOT EVEN USING THE BLUE CHEESE CAUSE IT WILL RUIN THE FLAVOR. I'M DOING SOMETHING I DON'T NORMALLY DO: I'M EATING CARTILAGE CAUSE IT'S SO DAMN GOOD. IT'S FREAKIN AMAZING SAUCE. I HAVEN'T TASTED ANYTHING BETTER THAN THIS IN THE WING DEPARTMENT. YOU COULD EVEN CALL ME *THE WING MAN* . GOTTA GO I'M DRINKING THE SAUCE IN THE BOTTOM."
Belch.
"I'm just going to keep yelling how I feel cause I FEEL GOOD. HANDS DOWN, THE BEST WING SAUCE I'VE EVER HAD."
"WOW."
"I will be very upset if I am not put in a commercial for this. Get him on his cell phone!"
"Ya know how Dunkin Donuts are a guilty pleasure? OH MY GOD. CAN I BATHE IN THIS?"
How much do you love hearing about our pal and his sauce?
Icing on the cake? He's the nicest, funniest guy we know.
Life is a season of unending joy, a medley of extemporanea, love is a song that can never go wrong, and I am the queen of Romania*
Youngest worked for several weeks on an art project for a school-wide contest last month. He devoted hours on end to learning a program on the computer and polishing this work until he felt satisfied with it. For over a month I constructed stories in my head - lines I could feed him when he found out he lost. I was determined to explain that the contest was open to the entire school, that he is only a freshman, that sometimes things are not judged by talent, but because someone needs to be honored at that time (like the Oscars!).
Yesterday, after postponing the announcement twice, the Art Department at his school announced that he had won first place.
First place.
He was awarded a set of illustrating pens.
He was given a big dose of self esteem.
I was so shocked that I was worried he'd think I didn't believe in him.
Sometimes we are lucky enough to have things turn out the way we need them too.
Youngest needed this very badly, he's had a rough transition to high school.
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Middle has not heard from the College Of His Choice. I'm trying very hard to be optimistic and relaxed about this but I AM EATING MYSELF UP INSIDE.
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Oldest is doing very nicely, thank you.
I'd say more, but, it turns out, I'm superstitious and don't want to jinx it.
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K continues to work on "a very nice project."
I'd say more, but, it turns out, I'm superstitious and don't want to jinx it.
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This is not a novel to be tossed aside lightly. It should be thrown with great force.
Quoted in The Algonquin Wits (1968) edited by Robert E. Drennan regarding Atlas Shrugged.
I'm in the mood for some Dorothy Parker.
Yesterday, after postponing the announcement twice, the Art Department at his school announced that he had won first place.
First place.
He was awarded a set of illustrating pens.
He was given a big dose of self esteem.
I was so shocked that I was worried he'd think I didn't believe in him.
Sometimes we are lucky enough to have things turn out the way we need them too.
Youngest needed this very badly, he's had a rough transition to high school.
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Middle has not heard from the College Of His Choice. I'm trying very hard to be optimistic and relaxed about this but I AM EATING MYSELF UP INSIDE.
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Oldest is doing very nicely, thank you.
I'd say more, but, it turns out, I'm superstitious and don't want to jinx it.
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K continues to work on "a very nice project."
I'd say more, but, it turns out, I'm superstitious and don't want to jinx it.
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This is not a novel to be tossed aside lightly. It should be thrown with great force.
Quoted in The Algonquin Wits (1968) edited by Robert E. Drennan regarding Atlas Shrugged.
I'm in the mood for some Dorothy Parker.
notes from the trenches
It's been a difficult week at my office - and it's only Thursday.
Things are shifting and people have left and people have been promoted and emotions are running high.
ANYWAY.
The company I work for has also had a great success this week. A project we are involved with has done remarkably well....
Yesterday morning, I was doing my usual things with my boss: I had a sheet listing the day's appointments in my hand, I had some questions for him about his upcoming business trip and information for him regarding a meeting.
I looked down on his desk and noticed something different.
His pen.
He had a different pen.
The day before we had had a party to celebrate the project.
Amidst terrible news and change and uncertainty, we put aside our fear and we savored a victory.
And at that party, someone needed a pen - the person who had been most instrumental in the victory.
My boss offered his pen - and it was accepted and appreciated.
Where's your special pen? I asked, yesterday morning.
I gave it away, he said.
But that was your special pen, I said, amazed.
My lucky pen, he said.
Did you tell him? I asked.
No, I just gave it to him, he explained.
And I started to cry...
fortunately, things got busy and I didn't have time to think about it.
It was the smallest gesture, really, and so few people would understand the significance of it.
But I do.
Things are shifting and people have left and people have been promoted and emotions are running high.
ANYWAY.
The company I work for has also had a great success this week. A project we are involved with has done remarkably well....
Yesterday morning, I was doing my usual things with my boss: I had a sheet listing the day's appointments in my hand, I had some questions for him about his upcoming business trip and information for him regarding a meeting.
I looked down on his desk and noticed something different.
His pen.
He had a different pen.
The day before we had had a party to celebrate the project.
Amidst terrible news and change and uncertainty, we put aside our fear and we savored a victory.
And at that party, someone needed a pen - the person who had been most instrumental in the victory.
My boss offered his pen - and it was accepted and appreciated.
Where's your special pen? I asked, yesterday morning.
I gave it away, he said.
But that was your special pen, I said, amazed.
My lucky pen, he said.
Did you tell him? I asked.
No, I just gave it to him, he explained.
And I started to cry...
fortunately, things got busy and I didn't have time to think about it.
It was the smallest gesture, really, and so few people would understand the significance of it.
But I do.
hits from the 80's (party)
Oh, you lucky, lucky people.
Susie was good enough re-size and email me a slew of pictures. I'm going to have to send her a present.
Here - for your viewing pleasure, are some shots from a swell party...
On the left: an authentic Esprit dress
On the right: I don't even know - but it sure looked "authentic" and included some very high-waisted acid washed jeans.
Wendy's penny loafers. With...wait for it...pennies from THE 80'S IN THEM.
THE finest collection of 80's jacket pins EVAH. Brought to you by my new friend S.
I remember this little fad too. It wasn't a very flattering look, though this gal worked it well.
I'm sorry cute guy in the Member's Only jacket with the Sony Walkman and the digital watch and the terry headband, but I HAD to show ALL of you because you are A GOD OF THE 80'S.
Some ladies were rockin the high pony tail with the cut up sweatshirt. It was cool.
It's important for your earrings to be bigger than your bracelets IN THE 80'S.
Scrunchies anyone?
Look! It's the very preppy Bermuda Bag of our Poppy! IN 1980.
You know you did this. And you know who you are.
Have you seen Heathers? Believe it or not, this gal had not...so Jen gave her a copy to watch when she got home.
Some called them o-rings, some called them jelly bracelets - either way, there were plenty of them.
I was especially fond of MIAMI VICE guy, who trimmed his beard down for this look. (K points out that this guy has a pretty decent George Michael thing going on too.)
Just another fine example of flattering 80's fashion.
Brilliant work.
Our hostess. True to herself always...
And, finally, here you go -
Fletch and me.
He pegged his pants and spiked his hair.
I purchased a black pleather miniskirt from Hot Topic for $8.95 - and if the skirt wasn't funny enough (I HAD A BLACK PLEATHER MINISKIRT IN 1980)the tag that came with it was even funnier. It warned that the skirt contained lead and could harm my reproductive organs. I'm not kidding. I left it in place and it sparked more conversation than my incredibly heavy eyeliner - which took three days to remove completely.
You ought to be reading this with Don't You (Forget About Me) by Simple Minds playing in the background. It's been my earworm since I heard it on Friday night.
Thanks Jen,
I had a blast.
Susie was good enough re-size and email me a slew of pictures. I'm going to have to send her a present.
Here - for your viewing pleasure, are some shots from a swell party...
On the left: an authentic Esprit dress
On the right: I don't even know - but it sure looked "authentic" and included some very high-waisted acid washed jeans.
Wendy's penny loafers. With...wait for it...pennies from THE 80'S IN THEM.
THE finest collection of 80's jacket pins EVAH. Brought to you by my new friend S.
I remember this little fad too. It wasn't a very flattering look, though this gal worked it well.
I'm sorry cute guy in the Member's Only jacket with the Sony Walkman and the digital watch and the terry headband, but I HAD to show ALL of you because you are A GOD OF THE 80'S.
Some ladies were rockin the high pony tail with the cut up sweatshirt. It was cool.
It's important for your earrings to be bigger than your bracelets IN THE 80'S.
Scrunchies anyone?
Look! It's the very preppy Bermuda Bag of our Poppy! IN 1980.
You know you did this. And you know who you are.
Have you seen Heathers? Believe it or not, this gal had not...so Jen gave her a copy to watch when she got home.
Some called them o-rings, some called them jelly bracelets - either way, there were plenty of them.
I was especially fond of MIAMI VICE guy, who trimmed his beard down for this look. (K points out that this guy has a pretty decent George Michael thing going on too.)
Just another fine example of flattering 80's fashion.
Brilliant work.
Our hostess. True to herself always...
And, finally, here you go -
Fletch and me.
He pegged his pants and spiked his hair.
I purchased a black pleather miniskirt from Hot Topic for $8.95 - and if the skirt wasn't funny enough (I HAD A BLACK PLEATHER MINISKIRT IN 1980)the tag that came with it was even funnier. It warned that the skirt contained lead and could harm my reproductive organs. I'm not kidding. I left it in place and it sparked more conversation than my incredibly heavy eyeliner - which took three days to remove completely.
You ought to be reading this with Don't You (Forget About Me) by Simple Minds playing in the background. It's been my earworm since I heard it on Friday night.
Thanks Jen,
I had a blast.
full moon over Tuvalu
I'm home again - and, aside from the guy next to me who was eating A WHITEFISH SALAD SANDWICH ON THE PLANE, my trip home was pleasantly uneventful.
I went through Susie Sunshine's photos of the 80's party and chose 18 that I'd LOVE FOR HER TO EMAIL TO ME (DO YOU HEAR ME, SUSIE?) so I can post them for you all to see...but, in the meantime, I took some pictures too...
Doesn't Tuvalu have the kookiest looking air-traffic control tower? I like it but they're building a new one.
I like to take pictures out the plane window.
And I always notice tiny things, you know...
I call this one Hoist Point.
And I call this one: Canada Is A Big Flat White Place.
If I was a song writer, I'd write a ballad to Chicago.
And Poppy...Oh Chicago! City I love! Oh Poppy! Greatest hostess on Earth!
I think you can see why I'm not in the music world.
With two big parties to attend in the city within 24 hours, I was perfectly happy to lounge around and watch the storm on Saturday, because, if you are going to watch a blizzard, in Chicago, the 37th floor is a pretty sweet place to watch one.
Inside, we were pretty cozy with miso soup and champagne...
and Susie and Wendy eventually met up with us...and we all went to ANOTHER party where I didn't take pictures.
Chicago is even prettier in the snow, especially as there were still lots of holiday decorations to see.
So, a second party and loads of laughing and great conversation and Rosemary Pear Martinis, and interesting new people and then back through the snow to my bed in the sky.
Yesterday morning we went out to breakfast and dodged the ice falling from the skyscrapers and then started to make our ways home.
I flew into Tuvalu under a big full moon
and was happy to see my boys...AND experienced the excitement of looking forward to returning to work today.
Aren't I a lucky thing?
I went through Susie Sunshine's photos of the 80's party and chose 18 that I'd LOVE FOR HER TO EMAIL TO ME (DO YOU HEAR ME, SUSIE?) so I can post them for you all to see...but, in the meantime, I took some pictures too...
Doesn't Tuvalu have the kookiest looking air-traffic control tower? I like it but they're building a new one.
I like to take pictures out the plane window.
And I always notice tiny things, you know...
I call this one Hoist Point.
And I call this one: Canada Is A Big Flat White Place.
If I was a song writer, I'd write a ballad to Chicago.
And Poppy...Oh Chicago! City I love! Oh Poppy! Greatest hostess on Earth!
I think you can see why I'm not in the music world.
With two big parties to attend in the city within 24 hours, I was perfectly happy to lounge around and watch the storm on Saturday, because, if you are going to watch a blizzard, in Chicago, the 37th floor is a pretty sweet place to watch one.
Inside, we were pretty cozy with miso soup and champagne...
and Susie and Wendy eventually met up with us...and we all went to ANOTHER party where I didn't take pictures.
Chicago is even prettier in the snow, especially as there were still lots of holiday decorations to see.
So, a second party and loads of laughing and great conversation and Rosemary Pear Martinis, and interesting new people and then back through the snow to my bed in the sky.
Yesterday morning we went out to breakfast and dodged the ice falling from the skyscrapers and then started to make our ways home.
I flew into Tuvalu under a big full moon
and was happy to see my boys...AND experienced the excitement of looking forward to returning to work today.
Aren't I a lucky thing?
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