The answer should have been: It says society still isn't fair to women. But, maybe that's what she was trying to say, poor thing.
Sunday, June 16, 2013
My dad had a signature move. That's it in the picture. It's subtle, but a move nonetheless. It started as the frug in the late 60s, but morphed into his own, unique thing. He was a hit at father-daughter banquets. My friends would stand in line to dance with him, but I always had first dibs. I miss him today, and every day.
I offered to make the old man breakfast for Father's Day, but he insisted on making smoothies for the two of us. At my urging, he's been on a health kick since New Year's - personal trainer, the whole bit - and has finally jumped on my low-carb, no wheat bandwagon. What irks me is: He's been more successful at it than I have, mainly because he works out three times as hard. Plus, he's a guy, and it's easier for them. It just is, dammit. (And, no, he hasn't given up beer - the only wheat he consumes.)
I'm happy about his progress, but he's become somewhat fanatical. His current project: To reduce the carb count of the daily smoothie by half. This is the smoothie nutritional information he posted to the inside of the cabinet:
|Lean, mean smoothie maker (who still insists on wearing his old, bigger clothes.)|
Friday, June 14, 2013
Tuesday, June 11, 2013
Sunday, June 9, 2013
Saturday, June 8, 2013
Today, I did something I haven't done in years: I baked cookies. They were for the opening of the new community theatre; a promise I made months ago in a late night haze when called in bed by a theatre volunteer. Four dozen cookies. How hard could it be? Except that I haven't had any flour or sugar in the house for several months and I wasn't keen on reintroducing those ingredients non grata to my pantry. So, I bought a high dollar gluten- and wheat-free mix from the health food store. Two of them, no less.
Tuesday, June 4, 2013
The arrival of these Fiafini review products couldn't have been more timely. My daughter graduated last week from esthetics school, ending my access to cheap facials and microdermabrasion treatments. Until she secures employment, I am left to my own skincare devices. Enter Fiafina, a new all-vegan line containing the latest miracle ingredient: Marula oil from the South African fruit of the same name.
I have three requests from skin care products: 1) A serum that doesn't leave sticky residue on my face; 2) A rich and creamy moisturizer that glides on smoothly then magically absorbs one minute later; and 3) That the whole regimen doesn't cost an arm, a leg and a forehead. Fiafini scores on all three counts, although I realize #3 is relative. Even with a "family and friends" discount on my daughter's professional line, I was still paying more than I would for Fiafini. Yet, Neutrogena - my next favorite brand - is considerably less expensive. What impressed me most about Fiafini was the Divine Hydration Moisturizer that made my skin feel supple and moist, even after a night's sleep under the fan. Must be that miraculous marula oil. My only complaint is that it does not contain sunscreen, requiring me to add yet another layer to my face every day. Still recommended.
Sunday, June 2, 2013
An afternoon wedding and evening social event took us to KC yesterday so we did another Priceline blind bid and scored this super spacious suite at the Hyatt Place. $61 (normally $99 on weekends; $140 weekdays) bought us a blemish-free room (note enormous TV that swivels between sleeping and living areas) with complimentary wifi and a full hot breakfast. It was a little too cold to go swimming this morning so we hung out on the comfy bed and read the Sunday paper/iPad, in no hurry to check out.
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Thursday, May 30, 2013
I don't know why this didn't catch on in '89 (well, yes I do), but it is remarkably close to what I do in my fitness routine, albeit on the treadmill in the privacy of my own home without the galloping or cheesy music (see Rolling Stones playlist post below). Shoulder pads notwithstanding, this Jane Fonda wannabe has a smokin' body. Don't knock it 'till you've tried it, I guess.