Yesterday I cried. I will always love JoePa no matter what.

You know, if Giuliana Rancic would put on a few pounds, she probably wouldn't need fertility treatments. Just saying.

Holy shit- March is the last time I was on here???? How time flies. So much has happened that there's no way I can catch up in one blog, so I won't do it at all. Just know that good things have happened and bad things, and neutral things, you know, probably much like your life too! I cancelled my internet @ home since I live out in the boonies where there's no such thing as high speed internet (dial up only, thank you very much!!!!) but I am looking into a wireless card. That will happen after I get a new computer. That will happen when.....when I feel like it. Can you sense the ennui?

Favorite mascara right now-Maybelline Falsies in black. Tried it on a whim and absolutely love it!!! Even better at lengthening than the Stiletto. I'm too cheap to by Lancome!!!

ME SO HUNGRY!!!!

If there's one thing my family does well, it's eat. And eat. And eat. Mind you, not that healthy shit like boneless chicken breasts and steamed spinach, but chicken legs grilled and then smothered in a creamy cheesey sauce, and spinach fried in bacon fat, with a side of buttery pasta. Oh, my sister and her husband are vegetarians, so they probably have the healthiest diet of the 13 of us, but the rest? Let's just say my patriarchal grandmother was straight outta Czechoslovakia and made the absolute BEST homemade pierogies. The best. Plump mounds of perfect pasta pockets stuffed with mashed potatoes and shredded american cheese, boiled to perfection and smothered with thick cheese sauce and buttery fried onions. My father had her recipe tucked away, so a couple of years ago, my sister Donna (she of the veggie, not vegan, diet) and I started a "pierogie weekend". It was always scheduled when my husband would take a weekend to see the NHRA Drags at Maple Grov, which was usually September. It always follows a certain tradition-I arrive Friday night around 5, we eat our hoagies from Sunbury Sub Shop, then proceed to drink ourselves stupid and listen to LOUD ROCK MUSIC (usually AIC or Pearl Jam but this year I guarantee it will be KOL as we are both obsessed), fall asleep, get up Saturday, peel and boil potatoes, shred cheese, cut onions and start making the dough. It takes us about 4 hours to mix, knead, cut, stuff, and fold around 300 of those tasty things. Less if we have help. But the results, oh the results! Mrs. T's would only hope to be 1/10th the heaven of our pasta pillows. After we are done producing, we clean up the kitchen, grab our showers and relax with a bit of wine (I recommend Nissley's Naughty Marietta and so what if it's a red and we're eating pasta, worry about something else, OK? OK!) before the rest of our family settle in like locusts, to devour that goodness. I so look forward to it every year, and every year that weekend grows wings and flies away fast. It's nice to have a tradition that is yours, that you've invented (with help, of course) and that hopefully is enjoyed and remembered fondly by all.



Oh, and I'm really craving a Monte Cristo sandwich, and a Reuben, and hand cut french fries from the El Rancho. Looks like I'll bypass the Lean Cuisine for lunch and head out.

Of supposed good and bad

Would you steal $5 from your workplace? How about $10? How about $300,000? That's what my husband's secretary did, got away with it for years by forgery and false audits. Well, karma is a bitch (she didn't believe in that, she was a "good christian") and it caught up to her by giving her 2 aneurisms-like a twofer! Once she was in the hospital, a fellow employee went into her computer to do payroll, and discovered the theft. It's the same old story, over and over-people steal and think they can get away with it, they constantly try to rationalize it in their own mind. After a while, the stress builds, they make mistakes, and get taken out by some small, seemingly insignificant entity. It's the fates way of saying "gotcha!".
www.wnep.com/wnep-numb-former-sewer-clerk-stole-thousands,0,2580598.story

PS Beware the Ides of March, but only if your name is Julius.

TPBs Best Show You've Probably Never Heard Of.

I'm lucky enough to pay out the nose to DirecTV for crappy television and a signal I don't get when it rains. Ever see their commercial where the dude is extolling their virtues while in the midst of a hurricane? Look, it's blowing and dumping outside, but he STILL GETS DIRECTV!!! AMAZING!!!! Liars, they're all liars. We get fog and blip-there goes the Weather Channel. Well, if there is one thing about DirecTV that I absolute luuuvvvv, it's the "Trailer Park Boys" series. Whoever said Canada is boring and has no sense of humor obviously never saw this train wreck. The stories center around -from left-Ricky (should win awards for the most inventive profanity I've ever heard) Julian (sexy, with peircing blue eyes), and their moral compass Bubbles (Coke bottle glasses wearing kitty lover). Basically they're just a bunch of ex cons trying to make a living any way they can. And that usually involves questionable and illegal things. And they usually mess up. And Jim Lahey is usually drunk. And Ricky has got to stop his daughter Trinity from stealing grills and reselling them at the flea market. And does Julian ever put that drink down? And what exactly does a shitstorm look like anyway?

If you have DirecTV, check out channel 101 on Thursdays at 10 PM EST. Do not watch this in front of impressionable young children. Or future inlaws. Or your local religious leader.

new vs. nostalgia

I'm sorry, I know I should be running out to the local big box to buy new LED lights for my Christmas decorating, but somehow I can't bring myself to be bullied into going green. I LIKE the glow of the old fashioned, energy sucking bulbs. These newfangled things just have such a cold light to them. Now, before you chastise me for not doing my part for the planet, let me remind you that I recycle, consolidate all my shopping trips into one, turn off lights and the tv when I leave the room, don't let water run unnecessarily, use green bags at the grocery store, keep the thermostat at 67 in the winter and use fans instead of air conditioning in the summer. There's more, but you get the idea. What do I drive? I have no guilty feelings about driving a Jeep. I need 4 wheel drive, love Chrystler products, and maintain it so fuel is not wasted (e.g. proper tire inflation, tune-ups, I don't speed).
Back to the Christmas Lights- so until LEDs have that warm, cheery glow, I'll stick with my multi-colored C7's for my tree and twinkling mini-bulbs on my porch. It's only for a month anyway.
Happy Chanukah!!!!