Dear old love

Yet another reason why I should be giving all my money NPR. My new favorite podcast, Pop Culture Happy Hour hits all the spots on my comedy must haves. It's a little snarky, giddy funny, with enough cultural references thrown in, known and unknown alike, to keep me curious and get my brain working.

You know I like something when I keep a notebook by headphones to jot down all the new things I want to listen to, see and read.

And I love this one.

http://dearoldlove.tumblr.com/

Readers write in with snippets of memories and thoughts about their dear old loves. Some are hilarious and some are heart breaking.
Nostalgia is a very dangerous thing and a wonderful source of inspiration. I walked away from the sentences I wrote of with a smile of my face, albeit a slightly melancholy one.

Here they are-

"I'm really annoyed that you made my great "what might have been story", into a "Well, everybody was right. He was a weird jerk" story."

"I was smitten with you. Almost as smitten as I was with your house that I was mentally redecorating . You would've loved the new carpets."

"I miss the guy I imagined you were."

"After all these years, you made me laugh more then anyone. I'm ready for someone else to do that please."

underwear

I miss underwear that comes in packs. I miss the times where your largest choices consisted of black, white, or the never skin tone appropriate for me, nude. Instead I spent 1 hour in American Eagle picking out 7 pairs for 25. Because let's face it, the days where I thought pack underwear were ok have long gone never to come back ( thank god for my dating life's sake). But lobster underroos? Who could say no?

Around My French Table

When the whole Julia Child craze started a few year ago ( "Oh, my God! Meryl Streep is playing her!!!") I made a point of reading The Art of French Cooking, volumes 1 AND 2. I found it fascinating, impressive in detail and ...completely devoid of appeal to to my everyday life. Cream sauces galore, offal crazy, and really, who makes their own puff pastry?
My refrigerator has maybe one stick of butter in it and a shocking lack of cream, very Julia unfriendly. But I knew there was something about french cuisine that was for me.
Dorie Greenspan's "Around My French Table" is that slice of french cooking I can dig into. More french country, less pressed duck with cream sauce. It sat on my coffee table for weeks, racking up library fines, while I was unable to give it up. One 40% borders coupon later ( bankruptcy has it's upside) and it's mine! What shall I make first?

more wild horses

and wild horses

Creating to create

Disturbing

Why flavored? And what is making that flavor? Is it like an extract? Like Vanilla except... meat? I am this much closer to vegetarianism.... Ok, I'm not....but I want to believe that I could be.

Fat Cats Revenge

This is Luna.

I didn't take out the red eyes because it seems more in tune with her personality. Firstly, I am not a cat person. They make me sneeze, and thus I don't like them. But through the years I've developed a soft spot for this cat. Mostly because of Luna's slow fall from grace.

In the beginning there was Luna and Brian. Brian found Luna behind a dumpster at Cornell. A teeny tiny kitten that through Brian's love and complete lack of knowledge of feline nutrition, became the behemoth you see above. And then Brian met my sister, Marissa, who nixed the Friskies, or as the vet put it "kitty potato chips", and promptly put Luna on a diet. Luna's health may have improved but not her place in Brian's heart. 2 years later came The Rabbit, which is actually a mediumish puppy named Hailey. She hops like a rabbits, eats Luna's rationed food, and knocked her down one more notch in the family hierarchy.

And then the lowest blow of all... this past November my niece Lily was born. And with that Luna is officially the lowest man on the totem pole. I've always had a place in my heart for the underdog/cat. And so I decided to commemorate Luna's crabbiness, skulking, and all around large self in my brother-in-laws Christmas gift this year.

It's a little Mucha, it's a little Shepard Fairey, and it's a whole lot of Luna. Cafe Press! Who knew? Mounted canvas and some pretty spot on color production. Plus thanks to Groupon, a good deal! 100 dollars for a 16x20 canvas seems a little steep to me.

My brother in law with his first baby. Long may Fat Cat rule.