With rumors of a new, big box food store coming to town (please, don't let it be Sam's) and news of a "farmer's market-type" grocery store planned for the west side, I continue to commute to Kansas City to visit my two favorite food markets - Costco and Trader Joe's. Both seem like good places to work as evidenced by their happy employees, and they always seem to have new products that justify the extra gas mileage. Last week, I scored a handy dandy infusion pitcher set and the BEST DAMN GLUTEN FREE BREAD I'VE EVER TASTED!!
Saturday, February 22, 2014
I spent the morning Facebook'ing the CVB's in Arizona, telling them they can kiss my tourism dollars goodbye if their governor signs the appalling SB 1062, aka the "Religious Freedom Act." It's not exactly a march on Washington with picket signs, but it sure is comfy sitting here in my robe....
Tuesday, February 18, 2014
For today's post, I'm going to direct you off of my site and over to my dear friend's blog. As some of you know, the Short Jewish Gal and I go way back. All the way to 1997, but I'm not certain. Long story. Anyway, the SJG recently suffered the loss of her father, a successful Hollywood screenwriter, and is now busy cleaning out his condo. What she found - and posted on her blog - is probably one of the best letters I've ever read and it totally made my day. Here it is right here.
Saturday, February 15, 2014
To celebrate the hubs' 6-week post-surgical follow-up, which resulted in a clean bill of heath (yay!), we headed to Omaha for the weekend. (Because isn't that where everyone goes to celebrate a new hip?) But seriously, folks, our out-of-pocket expenses for the surgery were about what it would cost to go to Mexico for a week as previously planned, so compromise was required. Our goals were to get out of town in a short drive, experience the grand Magnolia Hotel, and devour a delicious Nebraska steak. What we didn't expect was to bump into the Cupid's Undie Run after lunch.....
|Running a mile in their skivvies for charity.|
or John Wayne in the coolest/weirdest Old Market antique mall/candy store we've ever seen. Candy from my youth, still being made apparently, made me nostalgic and happy I swore off sugar (for the most part) when I did. A girl with a sweet tooth could go crazy in that place....
|Candy cigarettes.,... my old favorites!|
|FIZZIES!! Be still my heart!|
|Me and Duke|
|A kid in a candy store|
Wednesday, February 12, 2014
Tuesday, February 11, 2014
The Good Ship Lollipop has sailed for the last time with Shirley Temple Black aboard. She was 85. Suddenly, I'm transported back to lazy Saturday afternoons as a kid, watching Shirley's movies on TV. This was one of my favorites, especially this dance number in which the little curly top never stole focus from her graceful co-star.
I never wanted to be Shirley Temple. That kind of celebrity worship I reserved for the likes of Hayley Mills and Annette Funicello. Still, I remember admiring her talent and presence, that ubiquitous little pout notwithstanding, even as she matured to an accomplished post-Hollywood woman. Life well lived, Ms. Black!
|Shirley and Mr. Bill "Bojangles" Robinson in "The Little Colonel"|
Sunday, February 9, 2014
I joined my first gym in 1972. I was 16. It wasn't really a gym, by today's standards. It was called Elaine Powers' Figure Salon in Prairie Village, Kansas. But, I went there - almost daily that summer - to "exercise" on equipment like this...
Back then, it was unattractive to be caught sweating even in an, er, exercise salon. (My mother adamantly preached the 'horses sweat, humans perspire' mantra. I wasn't even allowed to use the word 'sweat' in front of her.) Of course, with hand weights no heavier than 5 pounds and machines offering little to no resistance, no one ever got drenched at Elaine Powers'. Although, given our 100% nylon outfits, that's quite surprising....
I thought about all of this while working out at my new ladies-only gym yesterday, a far cry from Elaine's...
And, I thought about how much I really love to sweat. In fact, the deeper the sweat line on my t-shirt, the better I feel...
I'm just thankful Mom doesn't read my blog.
|There were about six positions for the vibrating belt, as I recall. You just stood there, jiggling.|
|I can't believe I'm old enough to have sat on one of these...a not altogether unpleasant experience, if you catch my drift.|
|I wore leotards and tights. Some of the older ladies wore panty hose. Ugh.|
|Don't bother trying to find me in this photo. I'm up on the balcony.|
|That's 60 minutes of cardio right there!|
Wednesday, February 5, 2014
|My inner cave woman's finest hour.|
|Believe or not, that walkway to the front porch has been shoveled once.|
|Of course, that penguin duck tape serves a purpose.|
|"You want me to go where?!?"|
Saturday, February 1, 2014
I decided to take January off to concentrate on nursing my spouse back to health after his
aforementioned too many times hip surgery. Now that it's finally February, I'm ready to tackle the first of many household projects, namely, renovating the powder room. We converted the closet under the stairs to a half bath shortly after moving into this house in 1988. The room had all kinds of weird angles, so I decided to paper the walls with my collection of old sheet music. It was labor intensive, let me tell you.
Our guests have loved our little powder room, mainly because it was unexpected and gave them a lot to look at as they, well, sat around.
Now, it needs to change. I'm tired of looking at it and want a look less busy while still visually entertaining for our guests.
We have a hammered copper bar sink left over from the kitchen remodel, so I'm going to ask the hubby to build a small vanity for it. Then, I'll strip the sheet music (God help me) and paint the walls a nice, flattering color. For visual interest, some strategically-placed pieces of humorous art, like the one I saw on the internet, which I plan on printing and framing. As a female living in Kansas, I've been called Dorothy by countless out-of-staters, but that's only one reason I find this hilarious...
|You can see how the edges of the sheets are starting to peel up|
|I even found some music in a frame at a garage sale once. More is more.|
|This was the spot of a small fire during a New Year's Eve party. I used to burn candles on that little shelf. No more.|