Monday, January 31, 2011

Let's Talk Dinner

Anyone will tell you that breakfast is the most important meal of the day. That may be so in terms of metabolism and brain function but dinner, oh thy lovely dinner is the most important to me.

Dinner is meant for sharing your day, relaxing, being intimate, in no hurry to finish and the fact that that candle light can be involved should seal the deal for most. Dressed nicely with even nicer manners and etiquette. Soft music hanging in the background with all the worries of the day soon to be consumed in every sip, every bite. You can either go out or stay in.

Dinner portions are usually larger, the lighting more dim, enjoyed with adult cocktails and the content of your plate can be so exquisite : Springer Mt. Chicken with orange confit, Spanish lentils, red wine-paprika jus, marinated mushrooms, mashed sweet & white potatoes with truffle oil, sea salt -- all meant to be savored right before chocolate custard with red wine caramel sauce.

How could one be so rushed through something as decadent as this?

Thursday, January 27, 2011

Sing Along Time

My, my, my these were the days.

Well the times are gettin' hard for you little girl
I'm a-hummin' and a-strummin' all over God's world
You can't remember when you got your last meal
And you don't know just how a woman feels

You didn't know what rock-n-roll was
Until you met my drummer on a grey tour bus
I got there in the nick of time
Before he got his hands across your state line

Now it's the middle of the night on the open road
And the heater don't work and it's oh so cold
You're lookin' tired you're lookin' kinda beat
The rhythm of the street sure knocks you off your feet

You didn't know how rock-n-roll looked
Until you caught your sister with the guys from the group
Halfway home in the parking lot
By the look in her eye she was giving what she got

My my my, once bitten, twice shy babe
My my my, once bitten, twice shy babe
My my my, once bitten, twice shy babe

Woman you're a mess gonna die in your sleep
There's blood on my amp and my Les Paul's beat
Can't keep you home from messin' around
My best friend told me you're the best lick in town

You didn't know that rock-n-roll burned
So you bought a candle and you lived and you learned
You got the rhythm, you got the speed
Mama's little baby likes it short and sweet

I didn't know you had a rock-n-roll record
Until I saw your picture on another guy's jacket
You told me I was the only one
But look at you now it's dark and you're gone

My my my, once bitten, twice shy

Once Bitten, Twice Shy ~~ Great White

Saturday, January 22, 2011

I Could Be Italian

No, really I could. I have dark hair, a smigi of a larger nose, have dreams of pasta and always liked the name Giana. I could be, really.

This topic came about because a friend and I were talking about his neighborhood/borough which is made of different ethnicity's - Italian, Irish, Colombian and so on. He lives in Brooklyn, Greenpoint to be more specific. I've never been there but I suppose one day I will. His landlady - Jackie is a much older, elderly if you will Polish lady. From what my friend says - has a very thick accent - "ohhhh Anthonee you such a nice boheee".

Jackie came here years and years, ok decades ago. Has a daughter who has 3 kids of her own. Her daughter was one of those kids who shunned their heritage which leaves a huge communication slash connection gap with her mother. Sad, I say, sad.

So I think of all those quaint and kept to their selves communities full of people who traveled here from other parts of the world to gain a better life in the Big Apple by way of the quiet lady waving her torch known to many as Ellis Island. While I can't connect with those people I worry that the traditions they traveled across oceans with will disappear - the dialect, family recipes, old world stories of a simpler time.

I am an Alabamian by birth. Born here, still live here. My parents, their parents and their grand parents all were implanted in the Yellowhammer State. I have ventured outside of my birth zone - to live, to visit but I always find my way back. My family stories are my own and my family is pretty small by most standards.

I guess I could be Italian if Italian's ate cornbread, fried chicken and grits and named their bambini's Kimberly.

Monday, January 17, 2011

Panic Set In

I was day dreaming in the office which turned into a "day"mare. I was thinking of my Arthur Court grape server ware collection. I've been collecting this pattern since my early 20's. I've acquired numerous pieces since then, each kept in it's orignal box and taken out any time there is an anniversary, wedding, bridal shower, baby shower or just because company is coming. Some pieces are out all the time because they are a "pretty" and fit the bill.

Now, the panic set in because who will these go to when I die? Who will want them? What will they do with them? I guess the panic is because there is no one to leave them too unless I out live my mother or if I have a husband by then and he turns gay. After panicking about Arthur I began to panic about Noritake Chandon Platinum place settings, all 14 of them. Same situation you see?

"You can take my silver server ware when you pry it from my cold, dead fingers".


Friday, January 14, 2011

Monday, January 10, 2011

Sing Along Time

It is colder weather down my way.

She'd Take Colorado if he'd take her with him

Closes the door before the winter lets the cold in

Wonders if her love is strong enough to make him stay

She's answered by the tail lights

Shining through the window pane

He said I want to see you again, but I'm stuck in Colder Weather

Maybe tomorrow will be better, can I call you then

She said you're a rambling man, you ain't ever gonna change

You got a gypsy soul to blame and you were born for leaving

At a truck stop diner just outside of Lincoln,

The night as black as the coffee he was drinking,

And in the waitress eyes he sees the same old light a shining,

And thinks of Colorado and the girl he left behind there

He said I want to see you again, but I'm stuck in Colder weather

Maybe tomorrow will be better, can I call you then

She said you're a rambling man, you ain't ever gonna change

You got a gypsy soul to blame and you were born for leaving, born for leaving

You're a lover and I'm a runner

We go round and round and round

And I love you but I leave you

I don't want you but I need you

You know it's you that calls me back in vain

Whoa, I want to see you again, but I'm stuck in Colder weather

Maybe tomorrow will be better, can I call you then

Cause I'm a rambling man, I ain't ever gonna change (I ain't ever gonna change)

You got a gypsy soul to blame and I was born for leaving, born for leaving

When I close my eyes I see you,

No matter where I am.

I can smell your perfume through these whispering pines.

I'm with your ghost again, it's a shame about the weather,

I know soon we'll be together, and I can't wait till then,

I can't wait till then.

Colder Weather ~~ Zac Brown Band

Friday, January 7, 2011


Just 3 days ago I posted this. Today, I found this news piece on Yahoo! news.

How can watches become obsolete? Watches can be status symbols and they are jewlery, an accessory.

Cursive writing? I had this conversation with someone not too long ago about how poor a child's penmanship was. And now, I know why. Pitiful.

Coincidence, I think not!

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

New year, new attitude, right? New year, new life, right? New year, new changes? Uh, huh.

Let us start with regrets. Never supposed to have them right? Who doesn't have regrets? Isn't wishing that you had done or not done something a regret? Worrying over something you did or did not do isn't that a regret as well? I have regrets and frankly, I regret often. Most days I want to run from and toward those regrets. "Now you wouldn't believe me if I told you, but I could run like the wind blows. From that day on if I was ever going somewhere I was RUNNING".

Why can't I have the luck of Forrest Gump? He got all he wanted - love and he was a gazillionaire.

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Sometimes I think of something weird & I think, wow I can just google for the answer. Nothing is a secret anymore, nothing sacred. I remember when I was a kid and I couldn't understand the words to songs - you had to buy the cassette or CD to get the "jacket" where usually the words to the songs were on the inside. Especially any type of hair band, heavy metal, even Michael Jackson songs or maybe I just had poor hearing.

My sweet and honoray grandmother consults her World Book Encyclopedia for bursts of knowledge if she runs across something she isn't quite sure of. Ex: My uncle was golfing in Veijo, CA when a MONGOOSE came from the brush and stole a banana from his golf cart. She wasn't sure about the critter so she surfed her vintage data base for the answer. Cute to say the least. She reads the newspaper daily and probably any other circulation that comes into her mailbox from cover to cover. She still goes to the library to check out books. I can't see much need for libraries in the future since all books are on line or any type of research is just beyond your finger tips on the World Wide Web.

Everything is so electronic and to me it seems so alien.

Monday, January 3, 2011


Do you live in the past? Live for the moment? Look toward the future? Daydream? Nightdream? No dream? Keep going? Give up often?

What do you do and how do you do it?

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