tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42070732040782087712024-03-13T03:12:51.388-04:00Barbra PeapodLisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01444869088947314966noreply@blogger.comBlogger184125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4207073204078208771.post-16076918080780708862010-12-18T14:34:00.007-05:002010-12-18T15:26:07.670-05:00I'm dreaming of a new ......<div><div><div>Not that a career in health insurance isn't glamorous and wildly exciting, but here are my dream jobs (not necessarily in order):<br /></div><br /><div>1.) Doowop girl (think "Dreamgirls") -- this requires sequined costumes, big hair teased up with a can of aqua net, singing and dancing. It's always been at the top of my list. Must be located in Vegas to achieve full effect. </div><br /><div><br /><br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552116014064897682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdZNHTEtuQTFSPk5N6OqvG9G9gYucypDi8fFZmv8LR8c81VIQQgnKfxlrKax0TqW_RM5wNhn0uwpxVAYbk2hrlFpdaKySSRFjkQUyzxhVYcpMsk92jTLGI1FgnQ7bmfPn9MWYk6tNMBlbn/s400/dreamgirls.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552116014008475890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGst6rD3yt3Dx2JF7F_IoanSjaKUoOu_vEeXdZJlG4X_t0FyC8_lQUYMroF0x4BYq8MzclPCKbDzXhZdxNlzGrjoFtPi-I7t_YnPBDu1NCJ6mFvGoo3U1uiAg5ankxLh7dDy95k0K4tPn-/s400/pretty_girl_dorothy_kloss_294.jpg" border="0" /><br /></div><br /><div><br /><br /><div>2.) A hip hop dancer, like one of The Fly Girls from the old show "In Living Color." Since my "running man" looks more like a siezure (and I've been told: "Never do that again"), I think this career is highly unlikely. </div><br /><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552117902676055538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 399px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrUG6dtdlFnm5Bwu0BSp3eGyeIs5JTpqC0WQphq-Qc8ta8laz54frc4tnmVP1V_idKrE6R61uO5eq_BkW6wxXR6KKAJnfggbx21SCS7eRxShM0laJhkugxGz0jIITIhVZ0xKAHDjb3YZZm/s400/flygirlf.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><div>3.) Own a lunch truck -- I haven't tossed this one aside. Would have to keep it relatively simple, but gourmet and delicious. I'm quite confident this could be achieved. This would satisfy my strong desire to be a chef, yet I wouldn't have to work nights, weekends and holidays. I could also drive my truck anywhere and open up shop. Travelling, cooking, making money ... all rolled into one!!!</div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552116020554557106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 93px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU6FaMi9Rx_70AzzgQ-3c9-nU-qaXe0o8iaKXSkuW-v8FPAH_1Z0cwZiuKdBILOFQ-fHZi-PpOWGSV06Pf3CoaxVgobunO714yImHoH1uCYYk4xQ4qufoc5QxC2KDklSHPeWEm4GW1AUQc/s400/AB50J5ECAD2KU7KCALAAW6PCA5J8MT6CAFPF3JWCABCELGTCAPZ2YXFCAM08WAUCAD7DV60CAHYVFZ0CAMVXE51CALQSFQRCAGK63ODCAB154TRCATM0X8TCAXNQIIUCASP4BC9CAIFLJ0HCAW6ZYGVCAWHYMXA.jpg" border="0" />(From "The Great Food Truck Race" on The Food Network a few months ago)<br /><br /><div></div><br /><div>4.) Boyd Matson's job -- I want his job narrating all of the National Geographic specials all over the world. Can you imagine how awesome that would be?</div><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552116026641634674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 84px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_JIib6iU-_ExslLzBFB_iIC9pahgBnuHO-XTB5Vn8Wi8MHt4sGAVLWX4k27UM_pS6wCpqo5NGErKRe9GhjjabSlvvfK3-KN0ZgcIYnrlqvqYkyetdNtsxtNzlqxomHtOubT8aCMSkDFIY/s400/boyd+matson.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>5.) Have a TV show similar to the old one "On the Road with Charles Kuralt" -- Loved him and the idea of roaming the country in an RV meeting unsung heroes and spending time in towns that no one has heard of. I could finally see the world's largest ball of twine AND get to be on TV to talk about it ... ahhhhhh!!! Maybe I could combine this with #3? </div><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552116261673504722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 84px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie7caAMbmxg5a7HBG9vmtWaONMVH0olWp4EUSepcXZntPOn1lJlnY8PeEhn9JMFuhEGHFXOFMtsT8dYl9T60hfBIFDsJamsOhOtYMddRMi5JvAvL-vDH6i0CbzmQ-rgObEpHljVrtinkDv/s400/charles+kuralt.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>6.) Own a beach bar & grill ... the kind locals like to frequent. A simple lifestyle surrounded people who just want to relax and enjoy life. One of my favorites is "The Beach Road Bar and Grill" in the Outer Banks .... the sisters that own it are inspiring. </div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552116022845252018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXTAz3qHUEDDwLdAnY2Z3EO5SVGU4RsfyAsDgXNUASEUb_AvsnhN9j7qFkRKMo5KPVP5mNADtkPCj20myB6LozHr54I8OwtSzjcbWcrEwNkNJXbWcm-hX6n0E-x4tICWmdiNqnDwU4tSWu/s400/beach+road+grilll.gif" border="0" /><br /><br /><div>Ahhhhhhh ... </div></div></div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01444869088947314966noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4207073204078208771.post-27245712839789036342010-10-25T21:14:00.004-04:002010-10-25T21:57:36.304-04:00Things I Can't Get Into No Matter How Hard I Try1.) Films - I like movies, not films. Now I'm not saying I've never liked a foreign language film or something that won an Oscar, but for the most part you won't see me at the Ritz. Ritz Carlton maybe, but the Ritz 5 in Philly? No way! Stuff I thought sucked horribly: Michael Clayton, There Will be Blood (or should I say, Snoring?), The English Patient, Rachel Getting Married, Glengarry Glen Ross. Zzzzzzzzzzzz <br /><br />2.) Sneakers -- They're for exercising, and that's it. Why would anyone want to wear sneakers when there are so many better options available? Comfort doesn't count.<br /><br />3.) Carrots - Raw or cooked, yuk. They look so good and they're so good for you, but something about them just doesn't gel. I keep trying them in hopes this one will change, but so far no go.<br /><br />4.) NPR - Where is this on the dial? Is it a number that's below 88 or on AM? I don't know, but it's somewhere that my radio can't find. I have indeed listened to it before, but basically this one kinda falls into the same category as #1 (Films) for me. <br /><br />5.) Donating Blood -- I'm ashamed to admit to this one because it's such an important thing to do, but it's true. The needle makes me hyperventilate and want to throw up. Sorry, but it's just not happening. <br /><br />6.) Easter -- I just don't like it. I know it's the holiest of holy days and my parents would be so disappointed to know how much I loathe Easter, but I do. It's on a Sunday, the decorations and colors suck, it's not a work holiday and all of the rabbits, eggs and fake grass in baskets? Nope. Perhaps my love of Christmas will make up for this one.<br /><br />7.) Small hair -- True evidence that this girl is a child of the 80s. Stepping away from the can of Aqua Net seems to be working out nicely, but still ... I like it long and big. Nuff said.<br /><br />8.) Starbucks -- Their overpriced and bitter coffee sucks. Perhaps this shouldn't be on this list because I'm not trying very hard to get into it. At all.<br /><br />9.) Going barefoot -- Having anything touch the bottom of my foot other than my sock or shoe is just not appealing. I don't want to feel grass or sand between my toes, and I don't want tiny crumbs or pebbles sticking to the bottom of my feet. Barefoot on the beach is a little different only because wearing shoes is totally fruitless -- the sand gets in your shoe anyway, so you may as well take it off. Foot hangups, you think? This is just the tip of the iceberg. Don't even get me started on "mandals."<br /><br />10.) Reading the newspaper -- This is weird and maybe slightly OCDish, but I find the whole experience of reading a newspaper to be completely annoying. Here's why: the paper is dirty and gets all over your hands, it's too humongous (about 3 feet wide and 2 feet tall with the whole thing opened up), tiny print, um .... kinda boring (not too many pictures), and it makes a ton of dirty trash that I get fined for if I forget and throw in the wrong trash can. If someone points out an article, I'll clip and read, Other than that, I get the Sunday paper for Coupons and Travel section only.Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01444869088947314966noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4207073204078208771.post-75360215844983284722010-10-24T15:13:00.003-04:002010-10-24T15:25:20.159-04:00Puled Pork Recipe ... sort ofLora, you requested my pulled pork recipe, so here's the closest thing I can find to resemble what I do. The following recipe is from Good Housekeeping and my mother makes it all the time. As is, it's quite delicious. Unfortunately, I'm not a measurer or recipe follower -- I read a bunch of them, then kinda make up my own. Here are some of my notes and tweaks to the recipe ... followed by the recipe:<br /><ul><li>Esposito's has THE BEST pork loin anywhere. It's worth the trip.</li><li>Swap the sweet paprika for smoked</li><li>More onion ... cut small</li><li>Swap ketchup for a bottled BBQ sauce (I hate ketchup and think it should be outlawed!)</li><li>A few splashes of hot sauce</li><li>Put the onions on the bottom when you start cooking ... it helps to keep the meat from scorching and the sauce from sticking</li><li>At the end if the sauce isn't thick enough, I stir in a mixture of cornstarch and water to thicken it up .... maybe 1/3 of a cup-ish</li></ul><br /><br /><strong><u>Pulled Pork BBQ for the Slow Cooker</u></strong><br />1 medium onion, chopped<br />1/2 cup(s) ketchup<br />1/3 cup(s) cider <a class="cimotif" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; CURSOR: pointer; COLOR: green; BORDER-BOTTOM: green 2px dotted; TEXT-DECORATION: none">vinegar</a><br />1/4 cup(s) packed brown sugar<br />1/4 cup(s) <a class="cimotif" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; CURSOR: pointer; COLOR: green; BORDER-BOTTOM: green 2px dotted; TEXT-DECORATION: none">tomato</a> paste<br />2 tablespoon(s) <a class="cimotif" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; CURSOR: pointer; COLOR: green; BORDER-BOTTOM: green 2px dotted; TEXT-DECORATION: none">sweet</a> paprika<br />2 tablespoon(s) Worcestershire <a class="cimotif" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; CURSOR: pointer; COLOR: green; BORDER-BOTTOM: green 2px dotted; TEXT-DECORATION: none">sauce</a><br />2 tablespoon(s) yellow mustard<br />1 1/2 teaspoon(s) salt<br />1 1/4 teaspoon(s) ground black pepper<br />4 pound(s) boneless pork shoulder blade roast (<a class="cimotif" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; CURSOR: pointer; COLOR: green; BORDER-BOTTOM: green 2px dotted; TEXT-DECORATION: none">fresh</a> pork butt), cut into 4 pieces<br /><br />Directions<br />In 4 1/2- to 6-quart slow-cooker pot, stir onion, ketchup, vinegar, brown sugar, tomato paste, paprika, Worcestershire, mustard, salt, and pepper until combined. Add pork to sauce mixture and turn to coat well with sauce.<br />Cover slow cooker with lid and cook pork mixture on low setting as manufacturer directs, 8 to 10 hours or until pork is very tender.<br />With tongs, transfer pork to large bowl. Turn setting on slow cooker to high; cover and heat sauce to boiling to thicken and reduce slightly.<br />While sauce boils, with 2 forks, pull pork into shreds. Return shredded pork to slow cooker and toss with sauce to combine. Cover slow cooker and heat through on high setting if necessary.<br />Spoon pork mixture onto bottom of sandwich buns; replace tops of buns. Serve sandwiches with pickles, potato chips, and hot sauce if you like.Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01444869088947314966noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4207073204078208771.post-73949936932550296042010-10-17T09:29:00.008-04:002010-10-17T10:13:01.068-04:00Random thoughts from a random blogger<div align="left">Some random thoughts for my blogging re-debut:</div><br /><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">Despite having zero athletic ability, I am totally addicted to watching sports. This includes but is not limited to: football (pro and college), Phillies baseball, any Olympic competition, bull riding, those timber-cutting contests with big axe-weilding burly guys, NASCAR, winter sports (especially downhill and snowboarding), college basketball, the Tour de France, and one of the most notoriously boring sports of all .... golf. </div><div align="left"><br /><br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529015156229631586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 115px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSuxM-FOdRiu9pgwBIlHiy6ELcWjFaNnaxIk11qI52S6wlzl40AOFoFcxUECHiI87uN4UbvwaAMHMRharwp5tv0CREJe49Au_g4ynmML6DP7V9G-GML-q11z0ctZxbULIA31gJjOTTGW1F/s400/timber.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div>The best mascara ever invented is Loreal Beauty Tubes. This is why I no longer walk around looking like Alice Cooper, with big black smudges around my eyes.</div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529017294059924674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi4STz4JPAx8a_p6NR1NfPI53gzZBoY09AWCpE7xd0rZSZBnkElNHQUXlNGzYsX-2oaUNL4-W1wIRnBs4kiIxk5rcKG-__Bjit3jGAZmjVvrNRiCySZpTCBq8nb6uOdtNCjLyRJWFAkHyi/s400/beauty+tubes.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div></div><div>Nobody, no matter how perfect their body is, should wear bubble dresses. They are unflattering and ugly. Ever see a woman with her skirt inadvertently tucked up in her underwear? Yep, that's the look of a bubble dress.</div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529013327774604162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 98px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzmWy3f9ZFbPCI57kq3nYrhBl9Ms8FqxGQn8UD5sTm5v6H_18vVgkw4uMl9PqRdBd_2jiE-nWjOUMADRiWMerTSk0_RpNxnDT6A8UmcKLDZTtWyJ3ENHTTfkkg0p-oLQq87onlhmd6bnh0/s400/bubble+dress.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><div>And the kitchen MVP award goes to ...... the crock pot. Or should I say crock potS. Three of them, in fact. One round, one oval, and one small. Some people only haul them out in the fall and winter, but my crock pots get a year-round workout. (Below: Pulled pork ... a fave)</div><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529016727572231714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 110px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib_I2dLl7rZldV_liUdXVPcPVHl6W0CpLmGDA-crhWb8x7pRDlEug0SHp4RBu78cY3RjFSNk3WicevuFagsqbzzE8OmzfPZjGzGPqjiiuXD01R80QTswjby1leZGm76MAKCypbOP97zIO1/s400/pulled+pork.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div></div><div>My DVR is already set to record Oprah's show on October 29 which is a reunion of the original cast of The Sound of Music. Julie Andrews, Christopher Plummer, all 7 kids, other cast members and some members of the Von Trapp family are going to be on the show. AND .... they're going to sing. Too bad Oprah's gonna be on the show too.</div><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529015148732136482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 107px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja0W4N5mAeT3Nzj0MjFoh0MvMOM44xouLcyngmeO905UlkU1dkQutoSa0nDXT66zSDbQAn5B9HOGKrOSjsPUDyviFT5dgPoAD7P-2PjlcphiCoPVZ23oH1zLdX4jJUcDqWgjKqQ-jvgTup/s400/sound+of+music.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div>The Wii fit is worthless. It's a total pipe-dream to think you're going to get fit standing in front of your TV pretending to hula hoop. Sorry. I tried it and it doesn't work. Sure it's better than sitting on the couch watching people pretend to hula hoop, but it's not really exercise.</div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529015380100070226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 92px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi41EJvExnNDt4Idp2QzOiYE8tiLtWv0_4BUqmH8grGMb1ehMs22XSk0RGPmbjVumlsp7YRUIKAQ6danAyT6k6il45ExYA_jFRL_NfExh4nu3WFRt1oGM0aERE1DlJIQQkDdxXn6H4aAovw/s400/wii+fit.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div>And speaking of the couch ..... I am in a battle with the store that sold me my sofa. It has fitted slipcovers, and they shorted me one. The middle back cushion is missing a cover (note: in picture below blanket is not just there for decoration keeping feet warm). Damn it. And they don't want to send me the cover ..... they thing I should spend $300 for a brand new set. I have 2 words for that: Fuck you.</div><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529015148037473906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN1JYlD7ryAGeT3ZkyyZbnZWraMv5YrLeTUSdIUSBaVBRsuwacS4BLKmdYTGh60T__Xx6RXcywoDe7WE1MTOOdCaLkrR6MppB3rpue-l80G6ZN21acOXvAGS0-pPElQEUyqvVzKBPRlFup/s400/makeover2.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><div></div><div>Fantasy football rocks; however, my teams suck this year. My friend Schue and I own Team Caca, and every year we're in the playoffs but this year I think we're pretty firmly in last place in our division. And in the Pigskin Estrogen league that my friend Truff started, Team Disco Bubbles started out mahvelously, but is quickly sliding to the bottom of the heap. Oh well, it's still fun and I love plotting and strategizing. It also makes watching the games fun.</div><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529015150776437058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit3z68NGa13fQP_sSW6KvM3NwZCtdU6v6mRPlJA0znDK0poBMYWNR6vuz9obYUq7DgS-F_o9CzqKy0FV-uK2CJfQ60neRnB6JgBtqTETOka0yduyvh9zm0hSklO2Tw5TNbKeXEerY_iM0U/s400/team+caca.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><br /><div></div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01444869088947314966noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4207073204078208771.post-15630348340856996372010-03-30T23:35:00.004-04:002010-03-30T23:51:47.718-04:00No WiggleWhat is it that has brought me out of a 2-month blogging hiatus? Not insomnia and not a burst of creativity, but it was the purchase of a new toilet seat.<br /><br />So as I was cleaning the bathroom with that toilet duck stuff, I squirted it all over the place by accident and it ate the enamel off my toilet seat. It was left looking really weird and dirty, so of course, I headed to Lowe's for a replacement seat.<br /><br />Pondering the selection of toilet seats, I quickly ruled out the cushiony one and the clear blue one with an aquarium motif. Finally, I selected a standard seat with one feature that I'd never seen before: "no wiggle."<br /><br />Funny, huh? But it made sense to me. How gross is it to sit down on the seat and have it slide around, forcing your naked bum to touch some gross part of the bowl that should never be touched by bare skin? Seemed like a smart purchase, but come to find out it has a flaw. <br /><br />Not a flaw for us girls, but apparently the "no wiggles" toilet seat doesn't stay up when men try to put the seat up. Personally, I consider this a "feature" rather than a "bug", but I can understand why it may be shocking to be a man in midstream and experience a big toilet seat collapse.<br /><br />So Dave tells me that after 3 weeks, the toilet seat is still not staying up and he thinks it's defective. I shared that the only reason I could think to cause it would be this "no wiggle" thing.<br /><br />Now, he is convinced that "no wiggle" really means the toilet seat is made for women, not men. That the toilet seat manufacturer found a humorous way of saying "this toilet seat is meant to flop down, so keep your wiggle out of the way!" He REALLY believes this!!<br /><br />Seriously, I crack up every time I think of it.Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01444869088947314966noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4207073204078208771.post-87444686889320893862010-01-28T06:44:00.010-05:002010-01-30T09:15:03.185-05:00RandomnessTime to do some mattress shopping. I keep hearing good things about "memory foam", but just the name of it has me a little perplexed. What confuses me is the term "memory." If I leave a big ass dent in the bed, why would I want my mattress to remember that? Seems like "amnesia foam" would be better, so every time you get in bed it's just like new.<br /><br /><br /><br />"The Devil Went Down to Georgia" came on the radio one night this week during my drive home from work. I'm a rather scary person when that song is on. Why? I know all the words and even singalong to the fiddle competition parts? Weird.<br /><br /><br /><br />I really like Lady Gaga, but kinda think "she" might be a "he." Anybody else (aside from all the tabloids) with me on this one?<br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432519621269812578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 193px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQpCEQD2gDbAIMtFEHaBpXt5b_6YUvkZ0lRoLhyU5scaWjDEQ2_Ab-0K5l1V_tMnadi3r7o1wFAWLsDhEOFYZEkKn_eQgB53Qpa0c-WOt21wExVeCvxouqrKCS2es0COUVJLlE5QI9cs62/s400/gaga.png" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Sorry, but enough of Susan Boyle. So an aesthetically challenged woman can sing ... she may have a CD out, but I've only ever heard her sing the same song over and over again. And it's not even her song.<br /><br /><br /><br />For years of my life, I always wanted to wear glasses. Over the last month, I've come to the realization that the day when I'll actually need them is fast-approaching.<br /><br /><br /><br />At long last, I'm finally naming my official fake BFF. And the award goes to (drum roll please) ...... Chelsea Handler. I watch her show all the time and just love her down to earth, smart sense of humor. Yeah yeah, rumor has it she slept around and has/had a drinking problem. I don't care, I think she's funny. She's written a couple of books which I'm sure are hilarious. I'll be picking up this one to read on my trip to Kentucky this week.<br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432519618734948594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXmfTdZAIJHMFvYD7QU3P3bAoK6tnoIw1uwyvQn8KmYqG6YrkAS5YvzkoPLf8KUR6EwA3FlKnGmQn3NIlWC4ISGHuSDDCZFGD4ZmCAIqNwxmq82cCCSjTlcyiCgr2JsgXZiJgq09CrGkzg/s400/are-you-there.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />And speaking of books, sitting in the car dealership this week waiting for my car inspection to be done, David Sedaris had me cracking up. Better than cracking up -- big, uncontrollable belly laughs. If I'd judged this book by the cover, I would've totally missed out of this piece of hilariousness!!! I'm not an NPR kind of gal, so I never listened to him there, but I'll certainly be reading all the rest of his stuff. He's a good candidate for my club of fake BFFs.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432519628960874434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoag0xgKIPX7hfOqFiD_0265-3tkKM3XgYHFBBdtqme46Fql5fuW6i0kjn1E9IBjcP62dDlT7j9k7m4icjVmhlFWZz5PMG3ke1M-N30ABatLo8MZYY9-KI-9eFox65JhfSWQEXGBAqN3t1/s400/sedaris.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p>I've been watching "The United States of Tara" on Showtime OnDemand. Toni Collette is a very talented actress, and have thought so since I first saw her in "Muriel's Wedding" years ago. She's been good in everything I've seen her in, including this show. She plays a woman with multiple personalities, and John Corbett (Aidan from "Sex and the City") plays her husband. They've got 2 kooky kids, and the multiple personalities are just hilarious. Check it out if you haven't already.</p><br /><br /><br />My favorite car was a Toyota Tercel wagon that my parents gave me to drive in college -- aka "The Bus." I had 3 Toyotas after that and never had a day's worth of trouble with any of them. Am sorry that Toyota's having this gas pedal problem, but am confident they'll fix it and weather the storm. Anybody remember "The Bus?"<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432519630111276162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMNr-U68n5TTbcdQlyhDrwKTZdojI2_owNaAi2USvr6VOIq8-8kx1vk4pNBh4uCDvqIFhyphenhyphenfExw8CRJgs6vAZb5Kth6CmwyWfIw3r-qd5qcx1oSKdvtD66TsVD8ZBYx3YWW9Y8fnUHyYozD/s400/the+bus.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Two words I loathe: Democrats and Republicans. Where's the word for "think-for-yourself-ers?" I'll leave my soapbox in the corner, but it seems common sense and flexibility fly right out the window when a political label is too firmly affixed.Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01444869088947314966noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4207073204078208771.post-67824087843054634972010-01-24T12:59:00.003-05:002010-01-24T13:19:49.639-05:00In the Kitchen With MeRecently, I ran across a recipe in a magazine for "Buffalo Chicken Meatballs" which caught my eye. No messy fryers, skip the fattening skin, but yet you still get that delicious buffalo-y bleu cheese and celery taste. The name of the magazine and the recipe have eluded me, but it really didn't seem that diffcult to make something on my own, so this afternoon I gave it a whirl. These things turned out to be quite tasty, and will most certainly be added to my appetizer repertoire. <br /><br />Unfortunately, I never measure anything so these amounts are approximate -- proceed with caution if you're a measurement freak.<br /><br /><strong><u>Buffalo Chicken Meatballs</u></strong><br /><br />1 package (~1 lb) ground chicken<br />1 egg<br />1/4 c bleu cheese crumbles<br />1/4 small onion, finely minced<br />1/2 rib celery, minced (I made fine slices with the mandoline, then ran the knife through to make it even smaller ... looking for flavor without the texture)<br />pinch of kosher salt<br /><div>fresh cracker pepper, a generous dousing</div><br />2 heaping spoonfuls of Maries Bleu Cheese Dressing<br />2 heaping spoonfuls of sour cream<br />2 tbls butter<br />1/3 c Frank's Red Hot sauce<br /><br /><br />Preheat oven to 350. (I baked the meatballs to avoid the calories and mess of frying, but you could do it either way.) In a mixing bowl, combine the first 8 ingredients , but only a pinch of the celery. Reserve the rest for later to add to the dipping sauce. I also added a few splashes of hot sauce to the meatball mixture, but the 1/3 c is really for the sauce which comes later. Mush it all together, then form into appetizer sized meatballs.<br /><br />Bake for 30-40 minutes. <br /><br />While the meatballs are cooking, make the dipping sauce in a small bowl for dip (duh, what else would you put dip in?) Add: bleu cheese dressing, sour cream, the rest of the celery, and more fresh cracked pepper. Stir and refrigerate.<br /><br />When the meatballs are done, melt butter and hot sauce in a small saucepan. Pour sauce over meatballs, toss until well-coated, then serve with diping sauce.<br /><br />Makes 18 meatballs.Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01444869088947314966noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4207073204078208771.post-70852113737453225162010-01-19T06:26:00.007-05:002010-01-19T06:59:47.454-05:00Love It or Shove It - TV EditionLove it .... Tom Brokaw has a new show that's very reminiscent of "On the Road with Charles Kuralt" which was always a fave. I forget what it's called or what channel it came on, but he drove cross country in an RV, stopping at random places and telling random stories. <br /><br />Shove it .... Pop-up advertisements. It started as a small, subtle and sometimes translucent logo tucked in the corner of the screen. OK, not so bad. Now, in the middle of every show there are major advertisements popping up in the middle of the screen ... as if commercials aren't enough. TNT might be the worst, with Kyra Segwick climbing out of the corner of the screen with a flashlight once every couple of minutes. So annoying!<br /><br />Love it .... Funny lines from "Jersey Shore." Yes, I'm hooked on this hilariosity. "She's a 5 stage clinga" .... "Don't worry, I'm not clown her out" .... "Grenade" ... "She came chah-gin' at me like some kinda hippo" .... and the list goes on. <br /><br />Love it .... new cast of Project Runway. <br /><br />Shove it ... I've said it before and I'll say it again: Boo hiss to the creepy sunglass guy from CSI Miami. <br /><br />Shove it ... Conan AND Jay. Not that I'm awake late enough to watch either of you, but if I were I'd watch Letterman.<br /><br />and finally,<br /><br />Love it ... DVR. How do I love thee? Let me count the ways: no tape storage necessary ... can watch an hour show in 30 mins .... skip the commercials! .... when nothing's on you always have something for me to watch ... can record series so I don't have to remember to set you every week.Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01444869088947314966noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4207073204078208771.post-88947267879284185282010-01-17T15:19:00.007-05:002010-01-17T16:18:08.986-05:00In the Kitchen with MeOne of my favorite rooms in the house is my kitchen. In fact, I think I've come to realize that I love to cook more than I love to eat. All of the kitchen gadgets, different ingredients, recipes, serveware, stores ... I really do love everything about it. Admittedly, I'm a foodie through and through.<br /><br />So I think I'm going to start sharing some of my kitchen observations, tips and recipes on a regular basis. And since it's a rainy Sunday with football on the tube, it seems natural that I'd be piddling around the in the kitchen.<br /><br />Here are some of my random food thoughts and observations:<br /><br />Boneless skinless chicken breasts are perhaps the most boring and tasteless food in existence, even worse than iceberg lettuce. Doesn't matter what you do with them, they really are a waste of stomach space. I'm much more a fan of a boneless, skinless thigh if I have to eat chicken. There are so many interesting things you can do with them (will have to share in my next installment of "In the Kitchen with Me").<br /><br />And speaking of chicken, food on bones kinda turns me off. Doesn't mean I won't eat it, but cavemanning my food from a carcas isn't necessarily an enjoyable experience -- even if it tastes good.<br /><p></p><p>I'm on a truffle kick. Everywhere I turn in my kitchen there's something with a truffle in it. Truffle salt & pepper, black truffle oil, sottocenere (delicious truffle cheese from DiBruno's), and Cremere di Tartufo (a truffle-infused spread for bread).</p><br />A framed copy of this picture is hanging in my kitchen:<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427817336334011346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsffMZQbcxBkc7zLhba9nG54BdBH1KYh9MEALv4J1K87MSjIQMWaz1Iw4EWrxcvl4IbokllWhKo0_h6kGHzEwM2XMdHizDwmP1w3lEl2WPCfy5t9P4M1c4GpUzo4DspnXc2KtWsFc1uqd2/s400/Soup+Proof+1+(Large).jpg" border="0" /></p><br /><p><br /></p><br />My friend Kelly took this picture for the family cookbook I assembled last year. It's my Butternut Squash Soup. The spoon is from my grandmother's silverware set that she left to me. I really love this picture! Thanks Kelly!!!<br /><br /><br />So moving along ....<br /><br /><br />What's exciting about baking soda, baking powder, flour and sugar? Nothing. All baking recipes pretty much call for the same 6 ingredients added in different quantities or sequencing. Baking is too much like chemistry -- not for me.<br /><br />Rice cookers seem like a waste of money and space. Some magazine I was reading reported rice cookers to be the #1 rated favorite kitchen appliance, and I thought "Wow, really???" You can cook rice in a regular pan. Why get a space hog the size of a crock pot just to make rice? Maybe if I liked rice I'd feel differently.<br /><br />On the other hand, here are some items I cannot do without in the kitchen: crock pot, silicon spatula (which is used for everything), aluminum foil, salt & pepper mills, 1 hard anodized nonstick pan for cooking pretty much everything, the immersion blender, and last but not least ... my santoku knife.<br /><br />A confession: it all started with some innocent channel surfing, and before I knew it QVC had me on hold. Yes, I admit it -- I bought something from QVC. There's a show on Sundays called "In the Kitchen with ___ " (Dave or Bob or somebody), and it features all kinds of kitchen products. I like to flip past it to see what's new, but I never buy anything -- until I discovered this: a line of ovenware called "Temptations." I didn't have any nice casserole dishes, and the more I watched the more I got sucked in. The thing is, I love this stuff! I'm throwing away every glass baking dish I own. It's functional, pretty, easy to clean and comes with trivets, serving racks, covers and I even got a carrying case for my set. (Not to mention, it was very affordable.) I will stop short of calling the QVC testimonial line to sing the praises of my new ovenware, but really if you need anything like this -- it's awesome.<br /><br />For some reason, I've not been able to get and keep a can opener for more than about a month for the last 10 years -- not something you'd normally consider a high "wear and tear" item. It wasn't until I found "The Toucan" at Target, that my can opener curse ended.<br /><br /><br />When it comes to cooking, I'm a complete Type A, Control Freak, Virgo, Anal Retentive, whatever-you-wanna-call me. (Who me?? nahhhhhh!!) Anyway, I like to use good ingredients, make sure everything is properly chopped and cooked, it's gotta be appetizing to the eye, and of course ... delicious. I have no idea how my friend Schue cooks with me in the kitchen for my Christmas party, because I know I'm a huge pain in the ass. But she does, and I appreciate it.<br /><br /><br />Pork is, hands-down, my favorite protein.<br /><br /><br />Clean as you go ... a must. There is absolutely no need to soak dishes -- only on the rarest of rare occasions (like 3 times a year if you're wondering what I mean by "rare"). Finding soaking dishes in my sink actually makes me spin into a rage. I can't stand to see a dish filled with cold, greasy water and food particles floating around in it. YUCK!! I've been telling DD to stop soaking things, and he's refuses to listen. The next time he does it, I'm tempted to pour the "soak" into his bedroom slipper. "Soaking" is another way of saying "I'm too lazy to do the dishes." I don't care if you don't do the dishes (I actually like doing dishes), but DO NOT fill them up with water and leave them for me.<br /><br /><br />And to end with a positive thought ...<br /><br /><br />Coffee made with fresh ground beans is the only way to go. The smell and taste are the perfect way to start any day.Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01444869088947314966noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4207073204078208771.post-57570316549383144762010-01-14T07:43:00.004-05:002010-01-14T08:25:35.056-05:00Nightmares<div>"Criminal Minds" is one of my favorite shows on TV, but last night's episode left me with nightmares.</div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div>Instead of my dreams being filled with visions of sugarplums and Shemar .....</div><div> </div><div><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426585321035554594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXPFUDQT8UxeiJQaNiWOr22_O0QYH3tyrsMiAQ7VM9VZDomZ0DhjhjF3MGKRz4XravW954HkhRrRgN3BOJG0KhN8hTiU9lSg2SR6sjjxrjC082BiGkeqPqItvzCE0kaD6QdgWs4OsoSK3g/s400/shemar_moore_240.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div>I was haunted by images of the creepy corpse-like human "dolls." </div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426585328243675362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5LOMEm_suRfFafDBe7-hsD9kZzfL8ySG6n_xN_1yDGecFzVdxIMyLNCW9-i5YuLDXj40JNOySkxMwA_8abIt6YofvA_IdhH35NAm-WwVVqa_JuTa3BlU2KYV7G-VXWGMe5gdzaFZP0yd2/s400/Criminal-Minds-Episode-5-12-The-Uncanny-Valley-Promotional-Photos-criminal-minds-9444230-459-308.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><p> </p><p>Creepy creepy creepy!!!!</p><p> </p><p> </p>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01444869088947314966noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4207073204078208771.post-45450091061502370032010-01-10T12:28:00.007-05:002010-01-10T13:00:58.851-05:00The Woeful Shoe Shopper<div><div><div><div>Dear people who make women's shoes:</div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div>Not every woman buying shoes is a stripper. Some of us are clumsy and want our big Fred Flinstone toes to feel comfortable in our shoes. We also need to wear shoes that are appropriate for jobs that don't involve swinging on a pole. As much as we love sparkles, could you please give us options that don't have sequins ... </div><div> </div><div><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425170450346011426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 146px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGhmtCa1qF7eO3WzwUHozndf1YCftxNW4i6OcIMitLEhGqyNA3SU4UqMDtl1wYJe8DNSqAAzzwyZFa6Ldn0x-t0Q1dQPlfN7lTP70ge30NNwDyUG-cY9CIwIIXMiUtWpPY_o4xOtwiPqXj/s400/sequin.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><div></div><div align="center">ruffles ..... </div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425170438938479746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 85px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpXv-o3qQB8Pby3_VACbSL4A046obJKPjvSBOgHicODUZYGcAN7Yq6fPL_RFMY06g3uGRegCuL9-XI5SMhRKjY_oyMEVjRv9fJ6vpAG3KLNPB0vflig1feDThZ__Etc-jIhVBSahbEKhYP/s400/ruffle.jpg" border="0" /></div></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div align="center">lucite ..... </div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425170453093316674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 146px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPZHZOMq_mP8nVNdwSKt0J5FHo-_HRUz2viY69pTZCbBPtp8mn5mRyJJZjxJrcOXEtFb7tJqrSzi1KL1IYfYq4tg9syJkzqK4y37H_nAf08mw6zU249HW37z0aM1yy62O6YRLGVkhEcZVH/s400/shoe1.jpg" border="0" /></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div> </div><div><br /> </div><div align="center">gladiator straps .... (which are sometimes cute, but always synonmous with blisters)</div><div><br /> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425170435819379426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyUJeEMT1yZhWs91-o8rj7yp-P2KVpjGDR5GHBwKmTHOnQFVh3zZlkQmcoMbYszu1YmuzTko5_Ruz7jpJEevZx_Y9Aj1NpVhQSs1sC44a8uOiw3dkJVKUZnlX7bAEVafYL0Lv-onGeKT-X/s400/glad.jpg" border="0" /></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div> </div><div><br /> </div><div align="center">ties that go up to your knee .... </div><div><br /></div><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425171790243726754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcOMi4cgR7s3IhPFOEMOquNx5j4ETES1Qvq_TJEYseATeXgm279WVOAIQnIXoI0AwmHr8BBk51EMk7KcA0Zxpu95AO7waC9GL2QB0yuVZkAJkvcx7x2wS3su41ol2roP7Vq_8ko_LTMMSy/s400/wrap.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div></div><br /><div>or big metallic studs? (Please see "gladiator straps")</div><br /><div></div><div>I'd also like to mention that wearing ginormous heels makes me too tall. If I wanted to be that high up in the air, I'd get on a ladder ... not strap it to my foot.</div><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>Where are the shoes that have a modest heel, in normal colors, and are stylish but not over-the-top? Because I went shoe shopping yesterday and was actually quite sad to find that the choices are pretty much limited to stripper heels or ballerina flats. </div><br /><div></div><div>On a positive note, I'll say that you're making some nice boots. But please, get the shoe thing together. </div></div><div> </div><div><br /><div></div><div>Sincerely,</div><div>Desperately Seeking a Good Shoe</div></div></div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01444869088947314966noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4207073204078208771.post-24563781710269749152010-01-07T22:45:00.001-05:002010-01-07T22:45:00.456-05:00Cheers and JeersWhen I was growing up my parents had a subscription to TV Guide. This was long before the scrolling program guide or OnDemand. Obviously. Our TV was about the size of a smart car and got all 13 channels quite clearly, so it made sense to know what was going to be showing ... especially since those were the days where you had to get up to change the channel or adjust the volume. Nobody wanted to stand around turning the dial while a roomful of people yay'd or nay'd at the screen. In those days, a TV Guide was essential.<br /><br />So there'd be a big fight over the TV Guide as soon as it came in the mail. My mother would be after the crossword puzzle, I liked the celebrity stories and to find "Afterschool Specials", and my Dad needed to know when all of the sporting events would be on. Sorry Laura, I don't remember if you were part of the weekly race to steal the TV guide. If you were, one of us always beat you to it.<br /><br />Another feature of TV Guide that I always read was "Cheers and Jeers." What a great idea and a perfect way for me to be sure to know what was cool or not. TV Guide was there to help me! (By the way, all of this went out the window when "Tiger Beat" and "Dynamite" found their way to my Peapod!)<br /><br />So in the honor of my childhood memory of the "Cheers and Jeers" column in the now all-but-defunct paperbacked "TV Guide", I will continue in the footsteps of this beloved piece of groundbreaking journalism with my own version: "Love It or Shove It?" <br /><br />Here are my first couple of items:<br /><br />SHOVE IT ... soy nuts. I don't care how healthy you are or what kind of flavored powder you're rolled in. You taste terrible. <br /><br />LOVE IT ... the month of January. You know, January isn't such a bad month. Isn't it kind of nice to be able to relax inside and enjoy your home without feeling compelled to be out doing something? Personally, I enjoy a month of hibernation after the hectic pace of fall which avalanches into the holiday swirl. Plus, January has 2 vacation days -- always a good thing in my book.Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01444869088947314966noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4207073204078208771.post-40257291889838648472010-01-06T21:31:00.003-05:002010-01-06T22:08:31.585-05:00Queen for Another YearNo writings from the Peapod in ages, but I'm back in 2010! (Are those rounds of applause I hear??) Lots of things I've been wanting to write about, but time's been short and blah blah blah. So I start off my writings for the year, not with my usual snarkiness but with some positiveness. Let's get this year started off on the right foot before I drive us into a ditch!<br /><br /><br />Anyway .... so over the last 3 weeks I've been reminded that it actually pays to spend some time writing. I sent Christmas cards, which makes me feel better since I miss EVERYONE'S birthday.<br /><br /><br />Then came my outreach to Brabantia Customer Service. Who is Brabantia you ask? They are the people that suckered me into buying an overpriced, but very cool kitchen trash can 8 years ago right after I bought my house.<br /><br /><br />So the fancy lid broke, and I searched online for a replacement but had a difficult time finding one except for a site in the UK that would sell it and ship to me for $50. I almost ordered it just because it was easy, but instead I sent a letter to Brabantia customer service to find out if I could get it somewhere in the USA. Voila ... they're sending me one for free AND apologized that it broke. Um, I've had it 8 years!!! I have a finger that didn't even make it that long before it broke! Thank you Brabantia. Next time I need a cool trash can, I'll look you up!<br /><br /><br />As if that wasn't enough! Then .......<br /><br /><br />I was nosing around the USAir website -- as I often do -- looking for travel bargains, when I noticed that I didn't fly enough miles last year to keep my Queen of the Airways status. And, let me tell you, this status is important. It means: free upgrades to 1st class (where they have free drinks and snacks), free standby, free bags, et cetera Et Cetera Et Cet e Ra!!! Forget the fact that most of my trips are on a 32 seater where the only options are cattle car or cargo -- for my few flights a year that offer 1st class, I must say ... I like it. <br /><br /><br />So I considered purchasing additional miles to maintain this status -- $200 wouldn't be bad for a year's worth of freebies that would make hours of travel more pleasurable. But before I did it, I wrote to USAir to make sure those miles would count towards keeping my crown. I heard nothing for 2 weeks. Then, I got a phone call at work -- I'd been "selected by [their] Marketing Department" to have my little perks extended for another year. Yahooey.<br /><br /><br />The moral of the story is: it pays to write and ask questions before you buy.<br /><br /><br />I saved $250 by writing to these Customer Service departments. Look out email boxes everywhere ..... I'm coming to a Customer Service Department near you soon!!! But be not afraid, if you are good to me I will send you a thank you note and then write nice things about you on my blog.Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01444869088947314966noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4207073204078208771.post-31198559408849741112009-10-02T21:11:00.008-04:002009-10-02T22:10:16.904-04:00Cow Chip BingoOK, here's a new one.<br /><br />Was having a few happy hour cocktails with some friends this evening when I innocently asked "so what are you guys up to this weekend?"<br /><br />"Oh, tomorrow we're going to Cow Chip Bingo."<br /><br />I thought they said "Couch Bingo," ... so naturally I replied "now that's my kind of sport!"<br /><br />As the conversation unfolded, I learned it is indeed -- neither a couch nor a traditional bingo. Discuss!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388179413877974642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLxSJ-MeInxgzr7fh0vMf2lDxtohEv65OYTeP5ZmSur2Zq8SZN7_AymXavLN6v9XcZ7FsF9Phb77ddZj5zFV151h9Wi4j15G5cGkycJVZIAW-a5KriYtGsfNUy7CGAXQsjkaWdvbc3bSLb/s400/cow+chip.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br />The way it goes is this: </p><ul><li>there are some blocks in a rather sketchy neighborhood in southwest Philly roped off for a street festival</li><br /><li>a playground in the midst of it all is also blocked off</li><br /><li>the playground is turned into a "bingo board"</li><br /><li>~4,000 blocks are sold for $20 each .... all for charity, but the winner gets $20,000</li><br /><li>the faux bingo board slash playground is roped off, and a cow is let loose within the perimeter to walk around on top of the bingo blocks</li><br /><li>the cow is given 2 hours to poop on a bingo block</li><br /><li>wherever he/she poops --- first poop -- winner gets $20,000</li><br /><li>pee doesn't count</li><br /><li>if the poop straddles a block (not landing within a single block), then lots of rules apply. It all depends on which block has more poop (and there are rules about how many centimeters of poop have to be on each block) -- the prize may be split depending on how/where it lands.</li><br /><li>if the cow doesn't poop on a bingo block after 2 hours, 4 numbers are drawn and each ticket holder wins $5,000</li></ul><p>Is this crazy or is it just me? We're not talking cattle-breeding Texas-longhorn country -- this is Southwest Philly!!!<br /><br />If I weren't going to Maryland tomorrow, I'd be there with my camera!</p><p></p><p></p>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01444869088947314966noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4207073204078208771.post-44676773486327256062009-09-28T07:37:00.004-04:002009-09-28T07:53:19.147-04:00Good Lisa vs. Bad LisaOn May 6, I started on a big exercise kick. Joined the gym, went every day, got a trainer, watched diet -- the whole nine yards. I was very diligent until about mid-summer when I took a trip to Vegas. After that, I went away for business, then pleasure, then more pleasure, then a birthday, a holiday and so on. Self control? Not my strong suit. All of this amounted to about a 3 week hiatus from my regimen.<br /><br />I've been trying to get back into it for the last few weeks, but am really having motivational problems. My goal is to run in a 5K on October 10, which is now less than 2 weeks away.<br /><br />Seriously, I don't want to be one of those "hey, I hit the gym" kind of people, but the truth is this: if I don't tell everybody I know that I'm doing this, I could easily backslide from all my hard work and settle for a leisurely stroll 2 weeks from now. Nobody would know any different, except for me. That should be enough to motivate me, but apparently it isn't. Is it bad I have to threaten myself with shame and embarrassment? Probably, but hey ... whatever works.<br /><br />So Facebook people who don't want to hear about my exercise -- block me. I need to be held accountable to do what I set out to do. I'm not an athlete, I hate exercise, and I loathe sweating. BUT .... I also hate gaining weight, feeling bad about myself, and having a huge rear end.<br /><br />This time, Good Lisa is gonna win out.Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01444869088947314966noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4207073204078208771.post-2517750671000168402009-09-27T05:13:00.000-04:002009-09-27T05:13:00.617-04:00Goodbye FunkalumpagusA Funkalumpagus. That's what I've been for the last week. <br /><br />Here's what I'm gonna to launch "Operation: Snap Out of It":<br /><ul><li>Have my house to myself</li><li>Watch girl TV = no sports</li><li>Run further today than I did yesterday (goal is 2.5 miles)</li><li>Cook ... it relaxes me (stuffed shells for Sunday dinner, mini quiches to take to work for breakfast, meatballs to freeze, crabcakes for tonight)</li><li>Take pictures of what I cook for my cookbook</li><li>Read some of my magazines that are piling up, then throw them away</li><li>Make reservations for Sunday brunch -- this time it'll be dim sum in Chinatown</li><li>Throw away at least 2 bags of junk </li><li>Put new music on my iPod</li></ul>I think that's a pretty good start.Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01444869088947314966noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4207073204078208771.post-64963101558529891042009-09-25T07:34:00.005-04:002009-09-26T13:04:48.091-04:00MeddlersI was watching one of the morning news shows while getting ready for work this morning, and of course they were talking about the latest buzz on Mackenzie Phillips. She's apparently triggered a big family feud with her public announcement -- and you can't get much more public than talking to Oprah -- that she and her father had a sexual relationship.<br /><br />Honestly, I need to wash my hands after merely typing those words.<br /><br />Anyway, so now there's a family feud over this. The media start naming the pro-Mackenzie and anti-Mackenzie teams. Among her supporters are her sister China (or is it Chyna?), some other people, and then .... Dr. Drew.<br /><br /><br />Dr. Drew? He's not a relative. Why is he on a team?<br /><br /><br />I'll tell you why: because he's one of those people who loves to come out of the woodwork to offer "help" or an opinion during any kind of public controversy, event or crisis. Some folks always seem to be right in the middle -- others maybe just starred in one big outburst.<br /><br />Some of the media whore-ific meddlers that come to mind (both past and present meddlers):<br /><br /><br /><br /><ul><li>Dr. Drew</li><li>Rush Limbaugh</li><li>The Dynamic Duo of Jesse Jackson & Al Sharpton</li><li>Jane "tank girl" Fonda</li><li>Oprah (I kinda like her, but let's face it .... she's always right in the middle of everything)</li><li>Dr. Suzanne Somers (ie: her idiotic, unsolicited medical opinion on Swayze's chemo treament)</li><li>Michael Moore (in my top 10 list of aholes ... maybe even top 3) - he's a passive aggressive meddler; he'll wait and make his statement in the form of some one-sided, distorted piece of shit "documentary"</li><li>Tom Cruise - because he's so enlightened</li></ul><p>OK, who am I missing? </p><p></p><p></p>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01444869088947314966noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4207073204078208771.post-11057116682017217032009-09-24T06:47:00.003-04:002009-09-24T06:53:36.685-04:00Stop Grossing Me OutWhile I'm on the topic of "seasons", I've got another seasonal issue which I'm curious to find out if anyone else shares:<br /><br />Why is it that when flu season rolls around, the media becomes obsessed with airing pictures and footage of people getting needles? Not just sitting in the doctor's office looking miserable, but close-up shots of needles penetrating the skin. <br /><br />I HATE NEEDLES AND DO NOT WANT TO SEE THIS. Please stop assaulting my eyeballs with these disturbing, nightmare-inducing images!!!<br /><br />Nurses and doctors see this all the time, so it's probably no big deal to them. Well, I'm not a nurse or doctor, so spare me. I have a weak stomach and an irrational fear of needles and medical procedures, and don't need to see these things when I'm trying to relax.<br /><br />I don't need to be coddled with images of cherry blossoms and 1-year old birthday parties, but seriously ....... please stop showing people getting needles in their arms!!!! Now!!!! It doesn't inspire me to call the doctor, it inspires me to throw up and change the channel. <br /><br />This is not just annoying, it's vile.<br /><br />It's great that flu shots are available, but we don't need to see the process in action.Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01444869088947314966noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4207073204078208771.post-49268179511902346312009-09-23T06:28:00.003-04:002009-09-23T06:51:59.106-04:00Tis Not the SeasonSummer is over and a new season is here. Fall is a season for:<br /><br />football<br />apples<br />boots<br />back to school<br />Oktoberfest<br />crockpots<br />hay rides<br /><br />Notice some items not in that list? Like ..... Santa Claus, Jingle Bells?<br /><br />Well, apparently 2 days ago on the first official day of Fall, the unofficial Christmas season also began. I was innocently watching some mindless TV when during a commercial break my ears were assaulted by the premature sound of jingle bells. The very next commercial featured a vaugely familiar "ho ho ho."<br /><br />Apparently Disney and Royal Carribean don't understand the concept of fall. They want us to cancel fall this year and move right into Christmas. I'm okay with Christmas being the 5th season ... separate from the rest of winter ... but dammit, I want to enjoy fall for a few days before these clowns ruin it by ramming their Christmas sales down my throat and threatening to put coal in my stocking if I don't buy somebody a cruise package for Christmas.<br /><br />In protest of their greediness and rushing the season, Disney and Royal Carribean will not be getting any business from me this year. Not that they would anyway, but this time it's an official boycott.Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01444869088947314966noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4207073204078208771.post-73658530911593393032009-08-06T06:15:00.003-04:002009-08-06T06:18:39.900-04:00Summer HiatusWhile I'm on my unplanned summer blogging hiatus, thought I'd share this gem with you from over at <a href="http://www.awkwardfamilyphotos.com/">http://www.awkwardfamilyphotos.com/</a>. This could easily be a picture of my family ....<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366792806185367890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 308px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7B0brjVRWzV6BA8hbIZ801Au9hhK-PihUIY1abJz1obQovgz6lIIeaMHVUaSi1iV5s38UVbQHrwRZHFN3FWlXQD4gMeJvbv5qkuT6ReP12AN4B-uWUr2ScWzrciZhb5qN_hh_APjLKDPP/s400/christmas+family.jpg" border="0" />Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01444869088947314966noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4207073204078208771.post-43850169631951048762009-05-07T07:27:00.004-04:002009-05-07T07:46:23.279-04:00Rock On ... Rock OutMuch to my dismay, Creed has reunited to release a new album (do they still call them albums?) and go on tour this summer.<br /><br />I don't care about the touring part, but I do care that my ears will be assaulted if I listen to the radio -- just as they were with <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1HdGUNm6-qI">this</a> and <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ea_iZ3NfwSU">this</a>.<br /><br />And what's with the Grateful Dead touring? How are they even still a band without Jerry Garcia? And who goes to those shows? I really don't get it.<br /><br />There are, however, some tours that would interest me. Some are rumored, some are confirmed:<br /><ul><li>No Doubt - Go Gwen!!</li><li>Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers (Yeah!!!!! One of my favorite bands of all time)</li><li>U2 - never saw them, so they're on my list</li><li>The Stones -- Saw them, would definitely go again. I know at least one person who probably would too. (Ahem ... <a href="http://losrulz-plethora.blogspot.com/">Los</a>?)</li></ul>I would also like to see Il Divo perform, but they seem more appropos for Christmas-time, for some reason.Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01444869088947314966noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4207073204078208771.post-52473625559896759702009-05-05T07:01:00.003-04:002009-05-05T07:01:00.430-04:00StinkerA funny thing happened yesterday in the hallways of my office ....<br /><br />As usual, I took my daily post-lunch excursion to our little gift shop for a bottle of water and a tootsie pop. The return route from the gift shop takes me down a long, dark hallway where the restrooms are located. Yesterday was no exception. (I wonder why our building maintenance people think we don't need lighting in a bathroom hallway? Every other spot in the building is bathed in blinding fluorescence. Hmm.)<br /><br />Anyway, the cleaning lady walked down the hall in front of me, then stopped and parked her cart in front of the men's room. Everybody out, time for the afternoon scrub-down. She knocked on the door, and then I heard her say:<br /><br />"Hi Stinker!"<br /><br /><br />Whoa horsey!! Back that one up. Hi Stinker? Stinker!?!?!?!<br /><br />That one stopped me dead in my tracks. I was far enough past the scene to know she wasn't talking to me, but I turned around to look nonetheless. There was, in fact, a man coming out of the bathroom. He looked at her, then looked at me.<br /><br />Dude, I did NOT call you "Stinker." Can you see she has a cell phone up to her ear? I hope so. I like to think "Stinker" is the nickname for whomever was on the other end of that phone call, but am guessing Bathroom Man may have a been a bit taken aback by the putrid greeting, and was probably a bit embarrassed. I would've been.<br /><br />In fact, MORTIFIED probably would've been my reaction to the perfect storm of name-calling: 1) at work, 2) loud and in public, 3) upon emerging from some of the nastiest bathrooms in the tri-state area. (Note: Being called 'stinker' at home or amongst friends would be fine ... I've been called worse.)<br /><br />But at work I'd be pretty embarrassed. Would someone hear her and incorrectly deduce that I am the one with a mid-afternoon ritual that thoroughly pollutes the restrooms rendering them unusable without gas masks and full-on riot gear? God forbid!<br /><br />Is that what he thought? Did it even phase him? When he sees me in the hallway will he think "there's the girl that probably thinks I stunk up the men's room and got busted by the cleaning lady?"Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01444869088947314966noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4207073204078208771.post-75146820224572663712009-05-04T07:02:00.003-04:002009-05-04T07:52:19.549-04:00Calling All Dream AnalystsThe dream I had this morning is just too funny not to share. I know I won't do it justice because you really had to be in my head to see the visuals for the full effect, but here's a quickie recap:<br /><br />So I was working in a gigantic high rise in Center City that looked like none that I've ever visited. Mirrored walls, funky music in the elevators .... much more Austin Powers than Liberty Place. It was fairly late at night, and for some reason everybody had to leave the building and go home at the same time.<br /><br />I was pissed because Farrah Franklin (formerly of Destiny's Child) was holding up the line at the coat check while she and her entourage put on gigantic furry coats. Remember the big coats worn in "Coming to America" by the King of Zamunda and his family? Yeah, that's it. (She was probably in my dream because I watched an episode of "The Millionaire Matchmaker" yesterday afternoon where she was the featured millionairess looking for love.)<br /><br />I patiently waited in the coat-check line with my "co-worker" Herbie. In non-dream life, Herbie a close friend from college whom I rarely get to see. I have no idea why he was in my dream ... go figure.<br /><br />The coat check girl? One of my Facebook friends, Allison, who I have not seen since 7th grade. (Probably in my dream because I've spent too much time on Facebook lately.)<br /><br />And to top of all off, Margaret Thatcher also made a cameo appearance in my dream. I was particularly annoyed with her because her coat had to be stored in a place where they needed one of those library ladders to get it. Then she moved v e r y v e r y s l o w l y, as she inspected her coat for any problems it may have incurred during it's stay in the plebe closet. The funniest thing about her was her hair was done up and molded into the shape of a crown and spray-painted silver. (Your guess is as good as mine on this one!)<br /><br />Then my alarm clock went off and the crazy dream was over. Damn. I was actually enjoying that one.<br /><br />Any dream analysts out there who wanna take a crack at that one?Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01444869088947314966noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4207073204078208771.post-31804810671152547272009-05-03T10:32:00.004-04:002009-05-03T10:53:13.891-04:00I'm Doing an Indian Rain DanceWell, my Derby bets didn't pan out, but that's okay. I got to wear my fancy hat and it was an exciting race, nonetheless. <br /><br />Moving on to today's plans ...... I have tickets to see the Phillies play the Mets this afternoon. Sounds great, eh? It would be, and I'd already be decked out in my Phillies gear walking down to the stadium to wander around for a few hours before the game, BUT ...<br /><br />... it's 56degrees and rainy outside. <br /><br />Boo hiss. What is it with me this weekend? I can't catch a break.<br /><br />At this point, I'm crossing my fingers for an all out downpour so they cancel the game before I even think about whether I should bother going to the ballpark. Even if it doesn't downpour, it's going to be rainy and cold all day. <br /><br />The big question is: Will it rain hard enough for them to cancel the game? <br /><br />The forecast says increasing rain throughout the afternoon, but I really need for it to begin by noon and be really heavy. With thunder, lightning, and hail. Worst case scenario is that it continues to drizzle, just enough to play the required innings and torture any fans devout enough to brave the weather. I don't think I'm that brave. I don't like sitting in cold rain.<br /><br />If my luck over the past few days is any indication of what will happen, it'll keep drizzling on and off and the game will go on, as scheduled. There'll be no replacement ticket, and my choice will be: a) suck it up and watch the game in the rain; or b) stay home and forget about the tickets.<br /><br />Here is my game plan:<br /><ul><li>I am now going outside to my backyard to do my best version of an Indian Rain Dance. </li><li>Next, I'll sit down at my piano and sing a round of "I hope raindrops don't start falling on my head."</li><li>And if all else fails, I'll opt for Plan B.</li></ul>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01444869088947314966noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4207073204078208771.post-23662776496621934772009-05-02T11:55:00.002-04:002009-05-02T12:10:25.913-04:00Betting on the DerbyToday I'm going to be watching the Derby and betting on some horses. It's a little tough because there's no clear favorite, but that makes it quite interesting. For a better, it means better odds. I'm not trying to make a living from this, but it's fun to put a few dollars on the race. <br /><br />Here are my Derby bets:<br /><br /><u><strong>$1 Exacta Box (a $20 bet that 2 of these horses will finished 1st and 2nd)</strong></u><br />6 - Friesan Fire<br />7 - Papa Clem<br />11 - Chocolate Candy<br />12 - General Quarters<br />15 - Dunkirk<br /><br /><strong><u>$2 to Win, Place, Show (a $6 bet) on #11, Chocolate Candy. </u></strong><br /><br /><strong><u>10cent Superfecta Box (a $2.40 bet that these 4 horses will finish in the top 4 positions, in any order)</u></strong><br />6 - Friesan Fire<br />11 - Chocolate Candy<br />15 - Dunkirk<br />19 - Desert Party<br /><br />I'm not betting on Pioneer of the Nile (one of the top 2 contenders) because he's never raced on a dirt track and his times are compartively slow. Who knows, he could blow everybody away, but these reasons are good enough for me to rule him out.<br /><br />By the way, I'm no handicapper and I don't have ESP (just ESPN). If you choose to make these bets along with me, don't complain to me if you lose your $28.40. But if you win ... well that's another story.Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01444869088947314966noreply@blogger.com2