Sunday, January 31, 2010
DAY 15
IT'S JANUARY IN JANUARY
No, we can't say it's June in January. We got about four inches of snow last night, about a foot in southern Maryland. Some days it feels like spring here, other days it feels like fall.
No, we can't say it's June in January. We got about four inches of snow last night, about a foot in southern Maryland. Some days it feels like spring here, other days it feels like fall.
Saturday, January 30, 2010
OLD VINES NEVER DIE
Yesterday I was at Best Cellars discussing the age of grape vines and speculating at my age if I were a vine I'd be dead. Then a wise older woman said no, I'd be sending out shoots. I like that.
Friday, January 29, 2010
WEEK FIVE
They say one day in January (some say the 19th, others say the 25th,) is the most depressing day of the year. Why? Weather, generic winter holiday bills, broken new year’s resolutions, no holidays coming up. Add the economy this year.
Things are going pretty well this week – downing huge amounts of beans, cooked cereal and orange juice to stave off a relapse and anæmia.
Hint: if you add hot water to instant oatmeal then microwave it as opposed to just adding water, it becomes nice and fluffy.
janedoe@seductive.com
Things are going pretty well this week – downing huge amounts of beans, cooked cereal and orange juice to stave off a relapse and anæmia.
Hint: if you add hot water to instant oatmeal then microwave it as opposed to just adding water, it becomes nice and fluffy.
janedoe@seductive.com
Thursday, January 28, 2010
DOCTOR, DOCTOR
Boss had a doctor guess who told him he needed to eat healthier. Bossman didn't let the doctor see what I was eating.
DAY 12 -- SALINGER DEAD
JD Salinger is dead. I thought he was already dead. Years ago the Deja Vu made a sandwich called "Holden Caulfield's Catcher in the Rye." It had corned beef on it. Yum.
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
MASSAGE MEETS FOOD
1) If you can’t afford transportation, parking, etc, you can’t afford a night out at a restaurant.
2) If you can’t afford to pay the babysitter, you can’t afford a night out in a restaurant.
3) If you can’t afford to tip the waitstaff, you can’t afford a night out in a restaurant.
Now, substitute the words “night out in a restaurant” with “massage” and “waitstaff” with “therapist.”
2) If you can’t afford to pay the babysitter, you can’t afford a night out in a restaurant.
3) If you can’t afford to tip the waitstaff, you can’t afford a night out in a restaurant.
Now, substitute the words “night out in a restaurant” with “massage” and “waitstaff” with “therapist.”
DAY ELEVEN -- MAC'S IN THE 'HOOD
You can now get WiFi at Mac's in Adams Morgan. The manager sez you can surf all you want. However, the Mac's in our 'hood is so nastay who would want to spend much time there?
janedoe@seductive.com
janedoe@seductive.com
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
MISS CONGENIALITY
Rented "Miss Congeniality" at Mom's suggestion -- Mom thought Sandra Bullock tucking into her steak lunch was all-too-familiar. I liked it a lot more than I thought I would -- for one thing, a woman in a man's world, and that being nice and sweet will get you something. Also, I want the person who did Sandra's hair and make up to do mine.
Monday, January 25, 2010
DAY NINE
BS
And with that I mean "broccoli soup." I had that at Potbelly's. Tried not to think of what colour it was, especially after I sneezed.
janedoe@seductive.com
And with that I mean "broccoli soup." I had that at Potbelly's. Tried not to think of what colour it was, especially after I sneezed.
janedoe@seductive.com
Sunday, January 24, 2010
ST. FRANCIS DE SALES
Today is the feast of St. Francis De Sales: http://catholicexchange.com/2010/01/24/96962/
DAY EIGHT
And on the eighth day...
By now some of you may be wondering "who is this woman?" Okay, maybe not. At any rate, I am white, female, middle-aged, overweight, Catholic, Master's degreed, a licensed massage therapist, owner of two beautiful guinea pigs (sows).
At this point, nothing is working out in my life -- not radio, not public relations, not massage, not teaching...And one of my high school friends noted that a lot of my Facebook posts are about food. So I am following the path of least resistance and posting about food, blogging about it, Twittering about it......
By now some of you may be wondering "who is this woman?" Okay, maybe not. At any rate, I am white, female, middle-aged, overweight, Catholic, Master's degreed, a licensed massage therapist, owner of two beautiful guinea pigs (sows).
At this point, nothing is working out in my life -- not radio, not public relations, not massage, not teaching...And one of my high school friends noted that a lot of my Facebook posts are about food. So I am following the path of least resistance and posting about food, blogging about it, Twittering about it......
Saturday, January 23, 2010
GOT MILK?
"You should do what you do well. Be a prick... but come with us and be a prick Fight city hall.”
Sean Penn
Not sure whether Harvey Milk ever said that, but Bossman sez I should run for office.
Sean Penn
Not sure whether Harvey Milk ever said that, but Bossman sez I should run for office.
Friday, January 22, 2010
WEEK FOUR
Three things of this week: the aftermath of the earthquake in Haiti, the senatorial election in Massachusetts, and this blog.
janedoe@seductive.com
janedoe@seductive.com
LOVELY JANEY, METER MAID?
Some kid at Mayflower Chinese restaurant asked if I were a meter maid. Is it even politically correct to say "meter maid?"
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
JULIE AND JULIA II
Maybe I should call this "Janey and Julie and Julia." As I wrote yesterday, this blog is a blatant rip-off of the movie. While I am not as cute as the Amy Adams character, I feel a real affinity to Julia Child. She was a woman, she was tall, she was American and she was about 50 years old when she got her first TV show.
And the book portrays her as such as a remarkably positive person, even towards peeps who were assholes to her.
And the book portrays her as such as a remarkably positive person, even towards peeps who were assholes to her.
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
JULIE AND JULIA
Ok, I admit this blog is a ripofff of "Julia and Julia." Except I am not as cute and perky as Amy Adams and not as talented as Meryl Streep. And I do NOT intend to cook every recipe in "Mastering the Art of French Cooking."
I will be lucky if I can master the art of Hope's chicken ball. Right now the extent of my cooking is microwaving a 7-11 Burrito and adding taco sauce and sour cream. Still, Susie refers to that as cooking and says she doesn't even cook that much.
I will be lucky if I can master the art of Hope's chicken ball. Right now the extent of my cooking is microwaving a 7-11 Burrito and adding taco sauce and sour cream. Still, Susie refers to that as cooking and says she doesn't even cook that much.
Monday, January 18, 2010
IT HAPPENED AT STARBUCKS
So I'm on my way to Starbucks in Adams Morgan and I see two emergency vehicles outside. Uh-oh. I go in and see a homeless-looking guy carted away by paramedics. I feel guilty about taking my favourite spot on the couch immediately after he was removed, so I move to one of the bigger tables.
Next to us at the smaller, wheelchair-accessible table are three handicapped-looking guys with a caretaker who appears to be my age. After a while I hear an incredible flatulent sound. All of us pretend not to hear it. It becomes progressively louder and more frequent as the afternoon wears on.
By the time I am ready to leave so are the four guys so I try to ask the caretaker as politely as I can what that sound is. The caretaker explains that it is something neurological and that the one guy does this when he is feeling happy. I told the caretaker I was glad his charge was happy and praised G-d that my job does not require me to chaperone flatulent-sounding guys at Starbucks.
janedoe@seductive.com
Next to us at the smaller, wheelchair-accessible table are three handicapped-looking guys with a caretaker who appears to be my age. After a while I hear an incredible flatulent sound. All of us pretend not to hear it. It becomes progressively louder and more frequent as the afternoon wears on.
By the time I am ready to leave so are the four guys so I try to ask the caretaker as politely as I can what that sound is. The caretaker explains that it is something neurological and that the one guy does this when he is feeling happy. I told the caretaker I was glad his charge was happy and praised G-d that my job does not require me to chaperone flatulent-sounding guys at Starbucks.
janedoe@seductive.com
WHAT THIS BLOG IS:
Food and my relationship to it, healthy or unhealthy.
What it is not:
1) A food diary (how boring!), although I may post things about the foods I eat/ate.
2) A recipe blog, although I may post any recipes I think readers might find appealing.
3) A book/restaurant review, although if I particularly like or dislike a book/restaurant/store/event I may post about it.
4) A diet blog, although if you or I lose or gain the weight we desire, Mazel Tov!
I look forward to sharing this journey with any and all of you -- let's make it a good year!
janedoe@seductive.com
What it is not:
1) A food diary (how boring!), although I may post things about the foods I eat/ate.
2) A recipe blog, although I may post any recipes I think readers might find appealing.
3) A book/restaurant review, although if I particularly like or dislike a book/restaurant/store/event I may post about it.
4) A diet blog, although if you or I lose or gain the weight we desire, Mazel Tov!
I look forward to sharing this journey with any and all of you -- let's make it a good year!
janedoe@seductive.com
Sunday, January 17, 2010
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)