Tapas
A few bites of everything today:
When I returned home from my weekend away, my toddler burst into tears and wouldn't let go of my hand for 45 minutes, sobbing all the while. I wasn't sure whether to feel victorious or terrible.
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I'm mad at flight attendants for not adequately preparing us for a real emergency. Who cares about the air masks? I wanted to know how to best prepare man-a-la mode for when we'd be stuck on an island and have to eat each other. Other useful tips would have been how to tie your airplane blanket into a parachute or an overview on world religions so we'd be able to pick who to pray to as we plummeted to our death.
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I'm in search of an old high school friend, Raven Carmen McCullough. If anyone knows where she is, please let me know. She wasn't at the 10 year reunion and I spent most of the night wishing she was.
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While at dinner last week, my father mentioned to the waiter that I was an "L.A. Food Critic." Service was suddenly impeccable. The owner himself waited on us, I got a t-shirt from the restaurant, and my approval of each dish was requested. I tried to tell the owner that I hadn't even written any reviews yet but to no avail. A word to the wise, if anyone else is getting cruddy service at a restaurant, just pull out a little notepad and pencil and make meaningless notes during a meal. Your service will improve.
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I've discovered this new blog and am excited to follow what she writes in the future. She's got my kind of humor so I'm happy to have a reliable laughing place. Don't miss the "spa-ghetto."
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Almost six months since I took down my hummingbird feeders, the little beasts are still fluttering forlornly around my porch. I feel like some tough love is in order - attack them with hairspray? Throw a bucket of glue on them? I wish they'd stop coming and leave my guilt in peace. (I had to take down the feeders because my home got infested with bees who were coming for the sweet drink)
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My lunch today consisted of two heaping spoonfuls of Jiff Creamy Peanut Butter. I've tried the Skippy brand but find it too bitter for my sensitive palate.
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In pursuit of the perfect book to read on the airplane, I scoured the airport book shops, appalled at the the piles of trashy romance and mystery reads that covered the shelves. Finally I saw "Middlesex." It had Oprah's Book Club sticker on it and in my haste to catch my plane, I confused it for George Eliot's 1871 novel, Middlemarch which I've been meaning to reach for quite some time. I happily paid $16 for it. You can imagine my surprise when I opened it up on the plane and found it to be a novel about a cheerful hermaphrodite from Chicago named Cal rather than an idealistic young Victorian woman named Dorothea.
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I'm calling out a few of my lurkers: Sam M. from Maine, Darren L. inNorth South Carolina and Eva V. - you are hereby commanded to leave a comment to this post that incorporates the words "scrummage" and "harpsichord." Any other lurkers are welcome to take up this challenge, but these three readers in particular are due for a comment.
When I returned home from my weekend away, my toddler burst into tears and wouldn't let go of my hand for 45 minutes, sobbing all the while. I wasn't sure whether to feel victorious or terrible.
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I'm mad at flight attendants for not adequately preparing us for a real emergency. Who cares about the air masks? I wanted to know how to best prepare man-a-la mode for when we'd be stuck on an island and have to eat each other. Other useful tips would have been how to tie your airplane blanket into a parachute or an overview on world religions so we'd be able to pick who to pray to as we plummeted to our death.
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I'm in search of an old high school friend, Raven Carmen McCullough. If anyone knows where she is, please let me know. She wasn't at the 10 year reunion and I spent most of the night wishing she was.
____
While at dinner last week, my father mentioned to the waiter that I was an "L.A. Food Critic." Service was suddenly impeccable. The owner himself waited on us, I got a t-shirt from the restaurant, and my approval of each dish was requested. I tried to tell the owner that I hadn't even written any reviews yet but to no avail. A word to the wise, if anyone else is getting cruddy service at a restaurant, just pull out a little notepad and pencil and make meaningless notes during a meal. Your service will improve.
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I've discovered this new blog and am excited to follow what she writes in the future. She's got my kind of humor so I'm happy to have a reliable laughing place. Don't miss the "spa-ghetto."
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Almost six months since I took down my hummingbird feeders, the little beasts are still fluttering forlornly around my porch. I feel like some tough love is in order - attack them with hairspray? Throw a bucket of glue on them? I wish they'd stop coming and leave my guilt in peace. (I had to take down the feeders because my home got infested with bees who were coming for the sweet drink)
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My lunch today consisted of two heaping spoonfuls of Jiff Creamy Peanut Butter. I've tried the Skippy brand but find it too bitter for my sensitive palate.
____
In pursuit of the perfect book to read on the airplane, I scoured the airport book shops, appalled at the the piles of trashy romance and mystery reads that covered the shelves. Finally I saw "Middlesex." It had Oprah's Book Club sticker on it and in my haste to catch my plane, I confused it for George Eliot's 1871 novel, Middlemarch which I've been meaning to reach for quite some time. I happily paid $16 for it. You can imagine my surprise when I opened it up on the plane and found it to be a novel about a cheerful hermaphrodite from Chicago named Cal rather than an idealistic young Victorian woman named Dorothea.
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I'm calling out a few of my lurkers: Sam M. from Maine, Darren L. in
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maud muller, on a summers day
raked the meadow, sweet with hay
she scoured the pots and scrapped the pans
and cremated Sam McGhee.
But I would give all my treasures bright
To watch the woods fill up with snow.
One if by land and two if by sea
much like the old violin.
Funny, lady you are :))
Glad you are back in one piece, I'm with you about airline safety, so my seat cushion turns into a floatation device, how do I get to the water in one piece?!?!
Slainte~
Rachelle
(p.s. I'm with you on the reunion - Friday karaoke was way more fun than Saturday's forced conversations).
~ccl
I departed from Adam's brand PB a couple weeks ago as I was craving that really thick texture of the other brands. I got Skippy, and couldn't believe how bad it was. I guess it's true what they say -- choosy spinsters choose Jiff.
Is this your friend?
-J-Rod
Angela, I happen to hate the sound of a harpsichord above all other instruments so I'm not quite sure how to take you comment...
Good to have you back, J-Rod! Mittelschmerz indeed! You are a funny one.
I feel sorry for the hummingbirds though :@{ I think they're cute.
BTW, I love peanut butter too, but over here (UK) "Jif" is the name of a bathroom cleaner. Bleagh!
:@}
(the alpacas sent me)
that's extraordinary...
... and if you get a spare plate I'd like to taste man-a-la -mode...whithout peanut butter...thanks...
see you dear, hope i didn't make too many mistakes...i'll come back.
all the best from Mousie from France
a. Choosey mothers choose Jiff because it has more sugar to bring out all that peanutier taste!
b. yes. yes, in deed! It would be better with more cowbell!