22 NovA few of my favorite things…

No, this isn’t a Christmas wish list. Just a little post to mention the things I am totally digging right now…

Cardona’s Market. It’s a green olive heaven. We stopped in tonight for meatballs and I walked out with a variety of deliciously stuffed green olives. They totally kicked the supermarkets green olive’s asses!

Coccadott’s Cake Shop. Seriously I have to stop driving down Central Ave. My car automatically swoops into their parking lot. I now bring a cake with me everywhere. Cocktails at 5:00, no problem I’ll bring the cake. Dinner party at 7? Count me and a cake in. Saturday night with nothing to do? How about a cake with that post? A guy friend of mine called today for directions to Coccadott’s. “Two doors down from the strip club” I said. He found it, no problem. I’ll be having some of the cake he ordered on Tuesday. Counting down the minutes.

And speaking of giving directions for cake. Liz Lemon’s rambling on where to find cupcake’s in New York City this week on 30 Rock was the funniest think ever! “McEnroe, give me a break, I’m on it.” and “Also, don’t over think it, Sara Lee frozen, unbelievable.” How did I miss the first two season of that show?

Another one of my favorite things is our warm house. Nothing a little insulation and new furnace couldn’t fix. We also threw in an on-demand tankless hot water heater. I used to get out of the shower when the hot water ran out, now I am tempted to stay in there for days! The best part about it, between the National Grid and NYSERDA rebates the hot water heater paid for itself instantly! It’s good to be green.

I’ve also been enjoying Tuesday night PiYo and pancakes. Not at the same time, though I may be on to something here.

30 OctHappy Halloween!

I wouldn’t typically make a big deal out of Halloween. But with a picture this cute I couldn’t resist.

07 OctCaller Three

Our local radio station is running a contest to win Madonna tickets. I have officially become that guy in the movie One Crazy Summer who sits by the phone all summer long waiting for the damn jingle. I’ve heard the jingle, I’ve called the radio station, and I’ve been caller three – twice. All the other attempts have been greeted with a busy signal or infinite ringing. Yesterday I could sense the jingle was coming so I had my cell phone ready to go, number programmed, keypad unlocked, thumb on the talk button and then I dropped my phone. The battery popped out and as I was searching for it on the floor of my car there was the jingle.

Funny thing is, I didn’t even want to go to the concert this year. I really don’t need another half hour of Madonna playing classical guitar during La Isla Bonita. No offense Madge. But ever since the contest started all I want is to be caller ten…not caller three.

04 OctJump…Jump…

Tom bought a jump rope today. It’s one of the secret weapons he has in his arsenal to win his office fitness challenge. We went to the backyard and he gave it a couple of twirls, even threw in a little fancy footwork. I rolled my eyes and said give me that thing. Well that was embarrassing. My complete inability to jump rope. What? Was I never 10 before? Tom took the rope back, gave me a couple of pointers, and continued his jumping and his feet shuffling and his showing off. Err.

Anyway, good luck during the challenge. You’re off to a good start…you rope jumper you.

13 SepOoh la la!

Montreal in September is magnifique. And so are Tom’s language skills. I took four years of french in high school, minored in spanish in college, went to a language school in Mexico and took conversational italian. Can’t speak a lick. Tom on the other hand can practically hold conversations in all of these and never studied a single one. First five minutes in Montreal and he is translating traffic signs. “Babe, only taxis are allowed down that street so turn here.” Not fair.

Just a couple hours in the car, et voila, everyone speaks french. I was totally nervous that I would get a good dose of attitude by the locals because I don’t speak french. But that totally never happened. They have a little language switch in their head that goes from Bonjour to Hello quite kindly. I want that switch.

Our trip was fabulous in the site seeing, map holding, touristy kind of way (as opposed to the whoo hoo we can drink at 18 kind of way). And, oh the places we walked…Old Montreal, Chinatown, Parc Jean Drapeau, Biodome, Olympic Stadium, Little Italy, The Village, Latin Quarter, Underground Pedestrian Network, Downtown (Rue St. Catherine, Rue Crescent, Rue Sherbrooke), Museum of Fine Arts for the Yves St. Laurent Exhibit (A-MA-ZING) & Greene Street. Of course we hopped on the Metro here and there. At one stop I lost our remaining tickets and Tom, with his multi-language skills, simply said, “c’est la vie.”

Montreal, mon ami, we will see you again.





02 SepAnd I thought 30 miles was tough…

See that MS link over to the right? Click on it. Admire how beautiful my brother’s family is, then give a buck or two. K?

On September 13th and 14th my brother, Ski, will be riding in the MS 150 to raise money to fight MS. It’s 60 miles per day for both days. September 13th is also his and his wife’s 11th wedding anniversary and their four year old’s first soccer game. Kinda puts my weekend of catching up on Chelsea Lately episodes to shame.

Ski is almost at his goal of raising $2,000 so please visit his website to make a donation – go ahead, he asked nicely.

21 AugIs that you harvest moon?

Um, no. OK, so that big orange moon that I saw tonight was not the harvest moon. The harvest moon is the first full moon after the first frost. Oops. I guess I will save my harvest moon story for another day. So in the meantime here is a random sampling of never before seen photos from my memory card. Enjoy:

06 AugIn lieu of flowers

One of my work girlfriend’s father passed away yesterday. He had been sick for awhile and the family knows that he is resting in peace now. His obituary told me a lot about a man I’ve never met before, it stated: In lieu of flowers or donations, Jerry’s family would like everyone to spend special time with their families.

Tom and I are headed over to my in-laws house with the dogs to say hi and have a run in the yard. But I want everyone that I love to know that if I could walk over to your house right now and give you a big hug I would.