For Jen

I read this in the morning paper and thought immediately of Jen on the Edge.

Fess up - are the rest of you holding on to the good stuff?

Autumn

The calendar informs me that autumn begins today.







I could have told you that without help from the folks from "At-A-Glance".

• Mums have replaced begonias in the pots on the front porch.
• The crab apples are plentiful and a bright, bright crimson.
• The boat has been pulled, cleaned and stored for winter.
• The windows are open and the morning air is brisk.
• There is barely enough light after my early morning work-out to do any gardening.

What says "Fall" to you?

Quit your bitchin' you whining cow

After last week I gave myself a good talking to.

• Your kids are calling home from college with problems? This presumes you can afford to SEND them to college.
• Your poor feet hurt when you walk? This presumes you are ABLE to walk.
• Husband is traveling? Because he has a JOB? Get over yourself.
• Didn’t get jobs you interviewed for? Don’t you already HAVE a job you selfish brat?
• You need to go to the grocery store? At least you can afford groceries.
• Your dog is old, sick, possibly dying? Don’t you hate the stupid damn dog?

See? Sometimes a nice rant is all one needs to look at the sunny side of life!

Beefs, grievances, gripes, grumbles

I have a host of complaints. A litany, if you will, of things that are royally pissing me off and/or just plain bringing me down. If you fell like wallowing with me, read on.



If not then I advise you to turn back before it’s too late.

• Precious Oldest called to tell me she is SICK, SICK, SICK, but does not think it is swine flu even though swine flu is running rampant in her dorm.
• Precious Youngest called to tell me she thinks she flunked her first biology test. She hopes the professor grades on a curve.
• I rubbed a blister on my left foot tramping all over hell and back at Parents Weekend with Precious Youngest. Every single pair of shoes I own rubs it and it will not stop oozing.
• I hurt my right foot in a little water skiing incident over a month ago. The pain in the ball of that foot is giving me serious concern.
• Can one LIMP if one is mincing about on BOTH feet?
• The first job I interviewed for? Has re-posted the position as NONE of the candidates they called in were acceptable.
• The second job I interviewed for? Has not called me back for a second interview; this does not bode well.
• The Saint has been traveling and I’ve been eating like shit because I need to go to the grocery store. But who the hell wants to go to the grocery store IF THEY CAN’T WALK?
• My pants are tight.
• The Terrorist is not acting right. If that fucker dies when everyone else is away there is going to be a whole lot of blame headed my way.

OK. Someone show me the bright side of this shit before I lose my MIND!

Nine Eleven

My baby brother was there. Late to work because he stopped to vote. He saw people holding hands and jumping from fifty floors up. It took eight hours for him to get a phone call to us that he was alive.

Eighteen months later he went with me to ground zero. The first and last time he was there after 911. It haunts him still.

Let's Play a Game!

This is a combo Jeopardy slash $100,000 Pyramid type game.


Ready?


Clues slash Question:

Barnacles

Mushrooms

Moss

Answer:


Things that are growing on Fannie's ass because of the ceaseless MOTHER FUCKING RAIN.

What to wear for fall

The Hotfessional was doing some Skymall shopping and mentioned she thought I'd look good in this:



I had to laugh because I do wear aprons. What? I'm a very messy cook because I generally drink when I cook. Also, a good number of my aprons have some sort of "wine" theme. Can you imagine?

So when The Saint came home last night he snapped this photo with his phone:



The stains aren't even recent. They're permanent. Some thing don't come out in the wash!








So spill (see how I worked that pun in!), apron or no?

Would you?

The Saint texted me to say he would be home late and could I hold dinner. I said but of course:

1. I had a lunch meeting and ate too much.

2. I have veal chops laid in and have been noodling about with a sauce idea involving red wine and dark cherries.

3.The Saint has been travelling and I've been eating dinner by myself.

Here's the thing. Sunday I fixed crab and avocado with pasta. Last night I grilled some chicken and made a caprese salad. Both nights I ate at the table, no television. The way we've eaten family dinner for twenty years, just without the family.

So tell me, would you go to the trouble to cook and set the table for one?