A German sports car, the Porsche 911 Targa. Especially with the silver B-pillar, shown here on the 1973 model.
Being the science nerd that I am I really want to turn one of these
|Cool old glass desiccator
Into one of these
…and that is why they call me white and nerdy
If you’re anything like my husband and me you can’t ever decide where to eat or break away from routine places. We get stuck in a rut sometimes, all good food in the rut (see below), but a rut none the less. At one point we had a few of the favorite “ruts” listed on a cork board in his office. We would throw darts at it to choose where to go. So now I’m putting together my dinners bucket list, a few places I want to try. Who knows the rut list might even get a few new contenders.
I found a few resources helped with the task. Personally, I find the web to be the largest place for current information. There are lots of restaurant guides out there but for this post I’m narrowing it down to two. First , www.urbanspoon.com , the site is user friendly and has a quick catagory reference on the front page. Their mobile app makes it easy to find something new or read a review when you are on the go. Second, there is www.restaurantrow.com that is comprehensive and easy to use. It allows the hungry user to view the menu, read reviews and make reservations! If you consider yourself to be a worthy food critic you can even become one of the Row’s reviewers and make a little extra money. So using these resources I have my dinners bucket list.
The Harp – Irish pub
Grand Union Pup – okay so Ive been but I really want to go back
Someplace posh downtown
Zaaki Grill – felafel yumm
The Goody Goody Omelet House – That’s right, I’ve never been there!
Got any good suggestions out there?
Disclaimer: I will never claim to be a fashion blogger in any capacity, but I know what I like, and I like purses.
Purses, just the thought of finding a new funky one makes me giddy! I’m not prejudice either – big, little, leather, canvas, velour, beaded, appliquéd, designer, handmade, expensive, cheap, new, vintage, or even just plain used. They all have the potential of being thrilling. I am so tickled at my latest purse find, avocado green with cream trim. I have no idea how old it really is but it looks very 70s to me. The best part was the price, $3.21 at the Fairy Circle consignment shop in Monkey Junction. I tied it off with an old silk scarf of my grandmothers and poof, love! How about the brown embossed saddle leather, doctors bag style I found on eBay. The most information I could find about the purse was that the designer made purses in Argentina in the 80s. Neat huh? How about the recognized Ed Hardy designer. His bags can be simple or complicated, all with that vintage tattoo touch. I brought one back from Vegas that’s big enough to store an army in! Purses have even swept the home party scene with Miche and Thirty One. I could quite possibly fill my closet with the leathers of Lucky Brand and Fossil. Lets not forget the uniquely embellished style of Mary Francess. I have been known to squeal when spotting a vintage Louis Vuitton. *sigh*
I just think a purse is the best accessory. It serves an important purpose and no matter what your hair day, a little weight gain or dark circles it will still look great on your arm!
What about you? Have a favorite purse, handbag, clutch, satchel, wristlet? I would love to hear about it, or see a snap shot of it in action.
Disclaimer: I stopped at five to be polite, don’t want to bruise any male um….egos.
Summer is here, I live at the beach, and the possibility of a speedo sighting poses a real danger. We require a public service announcement. The sign telling beach goers that glass bottles and pets are prohibited needs updated. “Danger Speedo Infested Waters” If this were a movie it would be the RiffTax’s version of Jaws.
Which, somehow, brings me to my five reasons.
1. it looks stupid, gosh I could stop right here and have made my point
2. it leaves nothing to the imagination, it should be my choice to imagine you naked
3. hammocks are for taking naps, not cradling for your doodles
4. it could give some sweet little old lady a heart attack
5. and seriously – you will have tan lines like a girl…..You don’t shave your bikini area why should you have a tan line for one?
So men make the right choice, and stay safe out there!
One day I would very much like to write a cookbook. I have begun to collect my favorite recipes and compose a few of my own. I pulled this one out of my hat last weekend and I can’t wait to try it again.
Apricot Almond Pastry
Two tubes of Pillsbury seamless crescent rolls
1 brick of cream cheese (8 0z)
Scant ¼ cup of apricot preserves
1/3 cup of powdered confectioners’ sugar
1 tspn vanilla extract
½ tspn of almond extract
½ cup slivered almonds
2 Tbsp granulated sugar
1-2 Tbsp melted butter
Preheat oven to 350C.
To make the filling use an electric mixer to cream together the cream cheese, powdered sugar, apricot preserves, vanilla and almond extract. Set aside. Open and unroll one tube of crescent rolls placing them in the bottom of a 9×13” baking dish. Spread filling evenly over crescent roll. Top with the second container of dough, pressing down slightly.
Bake for 25min at 350C
Pour melted butter over the top, sprinkle with almonds and granulated sugar. Return to the oven for an additional five min or until the almonds have toasted slightly.
Serve warm or at room temperature.
|Warm and toasty out the oven.
I think next time I’m going to try it with the brandied cherries that a friend made for me!
Once upon a time I blogged elsewhere
Original air date: March 2008
What is a hua you might ask? That would be my nick name for Chihuahuas, or my own little snit named Strider. With that I give the dramatic interpretation of “scent of a hua”.
Disclaimer: don’t judge me by how nasty my dog is, he didn’t learn it from me.
Last Wednesday Tim left for practice, guitar in hand, smile on his face and no indication what awaited his wife. I (being his wife) was enjoying the quite house and decided I was going to pamper myself a little. I turned on the shower to hot. In addition, I turned on a small space heater. I closed the door and left long enough to put on my bathrobe and pour a glass of wine. Ah anticipation…….I opened the bath room door and received a full frontal assault of hot muggy burnt pee. Yes pee, in all its ammonia goodness. Earlier I had made the dogs go outside and use the potty while it was raining. Disgruntled Strider decided to communicate. He had left a little sprinkle of tinkle on the coils of the space heater. “Oh the humanity” I yelled as I spun around in time to see him do the fastest ever army man crawl to get under the bed !! “you do that again and I am going to turn your doodle sack into a coin purse” I swear I heard him laughing.
Insult to injury: I called my husband explained what had happened. He laughed and told everyone on his end of the phone, that my dog (not our dog) had peed on the space heater and I turned it on. He thought it was hysterical. Strider and I snuggled on the couch while Tim cleaned the space heater. Seemed fair to me.