Monday, November 23, 2009

We Pause for a Commercial

It's probably a little lame, jumping up during a commercial break to put something up on my blog just because I said I would try to blog every day in the month of November.

On the other hand, I don't care.

I love my little furry blog...the people I've met, the ideas that have been exchanged. And I don't want to stop doing it and writing every day this month, even if it's just "stuff" has been good for me.

So there.

Commercial over...gotta see how "Accidentally on Purpose" ends.

Sunday, November 22, 2009

A Food Note

The Dog is now 6-0 for rat slaying. His latest conquest came right after the Autumnal Feast ended last night.

Hit it out of the park, btw, on the feasting. Except I forgot to take pictures of almost everything. And the pictures I did take, Blogger apparently doesn't want you to see.

So I'm going to scrape more goose fat off the surfaces of my kitchen and try again tomorrow.

(Btw, The Spouse is making French onion soup for dinner. I am sooooooo excited for it's toasty cheesy goodness).

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Saturday, November 21, 2009

Feastin'

The Autumnal Feast is tonight. It usually takes place in October but with The Child's play and such we had to move it back.

One of the many areas of life that have been neglected since going to work is entertaining. We hardly ever do it anymore, and it used to be we'd have at least one dinner party a month, even if it was just pizza with another family. But it takes time to plan menus and issue invitations and iron napkins and hello?

But in my new found attempt to not suck at everything but work I spent some time thinking about this meal and planning. It might not be quite as elaborate as previous feasts but this is not about impressing the crap out of people. It's about gathering the usual suspects to celebrate the harvest and the change of seasons and 20 years of friendship. So the menu will be simple but it will be, I suspect, delicious.

The Boys always bring the first course, so that will be a surprise. For soup we're having pumpkin chili soup with pepitos and Parmesan crisps (nearly done). Salad will be butter lettuce, radicchio, bleu cheese and cranberries in a shallot vinaigrette (also nearly done). The entree is roast goose (The Spouse is in charge of that). Sides will be a fun little roasted potato thingy (Nigella), Brussels sprouts with bacon (the only recipe that lures me to actually eat Brussels sprouts) and a mixed grain pilaf (Trader Joe's - come on now, mama is not above letting someone else do the work if it's tasty). Dessert is, as always, apple Charlotte and The Child really wants to make it so I'll let her (with some supervision....caramel is involved).

Plus, I got my hair did today and it's awesome. I love my stylist. She's the best little hair cutter in all the land. Maybe there will be a nice picture tonight...I was thinking that my profile pic is getting pretty old.

Must toddle off to the co-op. Have a tasty day.

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Friday, November 20, 2009

Work Hard, Get Some Rest


We were settling ourselves in at The Neighbor's when lo and behold, her satellite connection barfed. In our mad dash back to my place we missed the first few minutes of the show. More importantly, we totally forgot to bring the beautiful brownies she'd made.

It's too bad. We should have stayed and eaten the brownies because the first part of the show was thoroughly unspectacular. Carol Hannah pulled her head out of the toilet and applied "mind over matter" to gut through the final day but it was just sew sew sew, package package package. Even The Gunn's final "Gather Round" was lack luster. There's the obligatory 3-designers-standing-in-the-empty-tent-saying-"Wow-we're-really-here" thing and mayhem backstage before the show. (The Gunn was freaking. "I'm about to lose it!" he exclaimed, adjusting his glasses and holding his hand to his head. Models weren't in their looks, Irina was still frantically sewing...whatever. You know the show will go on).

So let's get right to it. The judges were Nina, Kors and Suzy Menkes, who I guess is a big deal in fashion but you wouldn't know it to look at her.

Althea showed first. She came out wearing Uggs (ugh) and made a very unexciting little speech. Kinda matched her collection. We were astonished at how much we did not love it. Her lengths were very weird and we found all but the last look generally boring.

Carol Hannah showed next and was much more charming in her intro. Plus she didn't puke. We LOVED her collection. It was cohesive and fun. The grey tulle thing that I loved last week walked like a dream and nearly every look elicited an "oooh" from us.

Irina's introduction was inarticulate and her collection was, no other way to describe it, disturbing. The models were wearing ugly helmet-y hats (about which I may have been biased because only hours earlier I had just purchased the most gorgeous and superfantastic black felt cloche hat from my brilliant friend, Tanya). We loved 2 of the coats in her collection but otherwise we weren't feeling it at all. And all that black was simply oppressive.

"I swear," I told The Neighbor, "if she ends up winning for that stupid sh&^ it's going to be Jeffrey all over again".

Time for the final judging. OMG, WHAT is with Suzy's hair?

All the designers are praised for showing strong collections with variety and diversity and were told "It was a great show...we're very proud".

Irina explains that her collection was about "shielding women to go out in the world" but still "be a woman" while wearing her armor. Oh. Armor. That explains the hats. But as Kors pointed out, "The warrior woman thing is not new". However, Heidi found Irina's collection "very coherent", Nina liked the t-shirts and Kors found her work "commendable". Nina did fix her with a gimlet eye and ask, "Why so much black?", the subtext being "I told you not to go there".

Carol Hannah won praise for working well with so many different fabrics and Nina "loved the first look". Heidi was astonished that her favorite look (a beautiful teal gown) was Carol Hannah's 13th design and Suzy "noticed" my favorite thing, which she referred to as "the pyramid dress". Kors said he loved the collection. BUT, what the hey hey? The judges biggest criticism was that the collection wasn't "cohesive". WHAT???????

Kors raved that Althea's collection could be "disassembled", that each piece could be mixed with other pieces. Nina got a last dig in at Irina by praising all the color. Suzy said "you saw the future" in the collection and loved her knitwear. (Irina made a poo poo face; remember, she thinks she owns knits). Nina's main criticism is that Althea perhaps tried to put out too many looks. (Meanwhile, Irina is working up a good seething at all the praise Althea has garnered. That was worth the price of admission).

As the judges confab they rave that Carol Hannah played with color more than the other two and that her tailoring was impeccable. Althea was praised for her ability to "translate what is going on in the street" and Nina says "We could shoot that" for Marie Claire. The judges loved all the things we hated about Irina's collection: the hats, the "edge" of the collection and though they found all the black "ominous" they adored the t-shirts.

Now The Neighbor and I are really scared. We brighten just a bit when the designers come back out and the judges tell Irina that while they admire her attention to detail they are "disappointed" with all the black. Althea is esteemed for her street savvy and Carol Hannah is admired for playing best with color. "But," Heidi says, "your collection lacked a cohesive thread" and so, she was out. Just like that. I begin to weep softly. She at least deserved to be among the last 2 standing. And then, sadly, just as I predicted, Irina is declared the winner. The word "spectacular" is used repeatedly and I just want to bash my head against the wall. I ask you, in what universe was that collection "spectacular". Boo and hiss. And oh, looky! Now her daddy finally takes her seriously. Whoo hoo.

Sometimes I frakking hate this show. Oh, what's this? Season 7 premiers in January? Fantastic! Now, if you'll pardon me, I'm going to go eat some brownies and try to get my grubby hands on Carol Hannah's grey tulle dress.

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Thursday, November 19, 2009

4 Things

1) The Child is attending the midnight premiere of "New Moon". I am very thankful for adult friends who will do things like take my child to a midnight movie because I would soooooooooooooooooo not ever want to do that. As evidenced by the fact that I never have.

2) I bought a superfantastic hat tonight, from my neighbor Tanya who is very beautiful and makes fabulous hats. Photos forthcoming.

3) It appears that I will be spending very little time in Seattle in the month of May:

  • First week I'll be in DC with MAB at the annual Fisher House managers convention. (Plus time with Anne).
  • Second weekend I'll be in Omaha celebrating milestones with my Poodle.
  • Last weekend of the month MAB and I are going to be in Chicago for the opening of the Fisher House there. (Um, Buck...can MAB and I stay with you?)
(Also, I'm having linking issues so if you are wondering who the H I'm referring to in the above you'd want to click on my sidebar for "Anne's House", "JP is Still My Daddy" and/or "I Laugh Therefore I Am".)

4) My flu shot arm doesn't hurt anymore. Thanks be.


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Wednesday, November 18, 2009

I Need a Manicure

The beef stew pot pies are about to come out of the oven so I'll just say a few words.

Obfuscate.

Theorem.

Pandowdy.

Also, I would like to thank all of you for the delightful pies. They made me feel much better.

Except that at one point today I was over in the Director's office talking with someone and I mentioned that my arm hurt because I'd gotten my flu shot and one of the dudes from Public Affairs walked by and popped me right in my owie arm. And called me a "wimp". It's OK, though. When he wasn't looking I went into his office and licked all his office supplies.

I might need more pie. Or maybe some of the raspberry sorbet that's in the freezer.

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Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Owie

I got my flu shot today. I've never gotten one before but it's strongly encouraged at work, what with being in a hospital setting, and it's paid for so I did it.

Now, even though I've been moving it around like a crazy person, my arm really, really hurts.

Don't get me wrong. I'm glad for the protection and I now feel free to lick people who are coughing and hacking, but my arm really, really hurts.

Now that you feel sufficently sorry for me, please send pie.

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Monday, November 16, 2009

Ah Ha

I had a break down.

Saturday morning I was looking at the family calendar and noticed that The Child missed an orthodontist appointment last week. And I lost it. It was an internal "lost it". I didn't go all medieval on the family. But inside I was crying.

"You missed a damned ortho appointment," says you. "Come on now".

Sometimes in life, it's not the momentous things which teach us. That missed appointment clarified for me a simple fact: the only thing I'm doing well right now is work. At work I do not lose paperwork, miss deadlines or forget appointments. At work I get things done. That is much less true at home.

Aside from providing a necessary swift kick to the hind quarters, it also gave me a topic of conversation with The Child, who likewise did everything required of her for her participation in the play but who has slacked off on everything else.

At one point in our conversation she wailed about how hard it was to come home and not have me there. "I have to learn how to make myself do things without you to tell me". Well, yes. I pointed out that this was going to be more and more the case in her life and that she did have to learn to manage herself. "But more to the point," I told her, "I've been using that 'I'm learning how to have a job and manage the rest of my life' excuse, too. But the fact is, I've been back at work for over a year. It's really time for me to get it together".

Over the weekend I didn't entirely succeed in digging out from under the list of neglected tasks. But I did scrub the bathroom within an inch of its life. That's something.

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Sunday, November 15, 2009

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

That's the sigh of relief I just issued.

The Child is done with her first high school play. It was very well received (they had to turn people away on Friday night...a first in her High School's history). She made friends. (Including a young lass named Rachael who is a senior and who drove her to the cast party after the show so I didn't have to...huzzah, Rachael). She had a blast.

But now it is over and we can get back to "normal". No rehearsals, no late night runs to pick her up after the show.

"Normal" will last for 2 weeks. Auditions for the spring musical are the first week of December.

I swear to God, when she gets her first Tony she better frakking remember to thank me.

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Saturday, November 14, 2009

Act II

You've seen those flash mob things on YouTube where, for example, people in a train station will suddenly start doing precise choreography to "Do Re Mi"? Or the Black Eyed Peas thing for the opening of this season of Oprah? Or even the wedding party that dances down the aisle?

Those are all very random and nice but this crazy play that started last weekend seems to be trading on that phenomenon, only without the wit or charm. I'm all for avant garde theater but this is getting ridiculous.

Today, out of no where, I was suddenly in the middle of Act II, Scene 1 of "NO ONE UNDERSTANDS ME!" and it was all to do with the reasons why the main character is failing to meet her obligations, except all the reasons one way and another have to do with the mother in the piece. But the thing is that the mother basically can't win because if she takes an interest she's accused of smothering the child but if she leaves the child well alone she's accused of neglecting her. Once again the illogic of the piece left me completely baffled and wondering why they don't sell drinks in the lobby.

Oh. Wait. They do. Thank God.

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