Just Say No

Of course say no to crack-cocaine, I mean we all know that our brains look like eggs and when on drugs resemble fried eggs.  I am here to encourage you to avoid this a new fashion, yech, that is not the right word...a more appropriate word is...actually nothing comes to mind except a few choice adjectives--disgusting, obnoxious, foul, atrocious.... anyway, avoid this garment with the same ten foot pole.

Pajama jeans. Yes, you heard correctly, pajama jeans. PAJAMA JEANS?! The voices in my head are freaking out right now.

Really? I mean REALLY?! If you get to a point in your life when you are accepting of such stupid ideas, perhaps crack-cocaine is the route to take. Clearly you have lost all sense of judgement at this point anyway. (Side note: Don't think I'm condoning drug use in anyway, shape or form, this is 100% satire.)

Snuggies I can deal with. Actually Snuggies I like--what is not to like about a blanket with sleeves? But this mess, this "hot tranny mess," if you will -- thank you, God, for giving us Christian Siriano -- is completely unacceptable.

Pajama jeans are a "made for TV" innovation, endorsed by Rachel Ray (but, what doesn't she endorse?) and it is just wrong. Need more reasons you should blackball them from your closet? Here is the description on their "official" website:

"Finally, comfort and style in a great looking pair of jeans. Find out why everyone loves Pajama Jeans® that look like real denim with the comfortable feel of pajamas. After work slip into a pair that has all the features of real jeans including a boot cut style, real brass rivets, European styling and realistic high contrast stitching. Forget zippers or button, just jump right in. The ultra comfortable DormiSoft™ fabric perfectly shapes to your contours for that expertly tailored look. Cotton and spandex."

DormiSoft. Enough said.

Hop Stop

Thanks to Miss Darcy Trapp, soon to bee Mrs. Silver (!) for sharing a fantastic website for city dwellers nationwide, who unlike me (no comments), need a little extra assistance with public transportation. Specifically the bus system.

Drumroll please...I give you... Hop Stop.

All you have to do is type in your originating address, a.k.a. where you will be leaving, and your destination, or where you want to go. This fabulous site spits back very detailed directions with maps including places you will pass, when to turn and the option to change the route.

So if I weren't a master at public transportation and was confused about things like, the side of the street the bus stop is on, I would just visit Hop Stop and not miss the bus three times in a row. Check it out!

Easily Entertained by Easy Entertaining

I love to have friends and family over to our condo to hang out, play games, drink cocktails, laugh and of course...eat. And in my mind and with every intention, I always plan ornate hor'devours arranged cleverly on our many pieces of entertainingware. (Is that what you call it?!) However, that plan actually sees reality about 15 percent of the time. The other 90 percent of the time, I'm too busy, too late, too tired, too lazy, too worried about my outfit for the party instead. You name it I'm too it.

But I feel the same way about events, small or large, as I do most things in life--half assed just won't suffice. So even if it's thrown together at the last minute, you better believe it will, well, pretty much rock. I don't see any reason to host a shabby gathering. It's sort of like that old saying, "if you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all," but "if you can't host a decent event, just don't then." Well, I guess it's not exactly the same, but you get the picture

So for time strapped, but detail oriented gals like me, easy appetizers that look as delicious as they taste are key. It has to be the complete package--do you dress up and not do your hair? No. And if you do, you shouldn't.

Here is a great and terribly easy recipe for baked brie. I have served this before and get rave reviews--I mean who doesn't like cheese and pastry?! And Pillsbury has a website full of more easy-to-do party recipes like this one. Click here for Ten Easy Wows. Love it!

can (8 oz) Pillsbury® refrigerated crescent dinner rolls or 1 can (8 oz) Pillsbury® Crescent Recipe Creations® refrigerated seamless dough sheet
round (8 oz) Brie cheese
egg, beaten

  • 1. Heat oven to 350°F.
  • 2. If using crescent rolls: Unroll dough; separate crosswise into 2 sections. Pat dough and firmly press perforations to seal, forming 2 squares. If using dough sheet: Unroll dough; cut crosswise into 2 rectangles. Pat dough to form 2 squares.
  • 3. Place 1 square on ungreased cookie sheet. Place cheese on center of dough. With small cookie or canapĂ© cutter, cut 1 shape from each corner of remaining square; set cutouts aside.
  • 4. Place remaining square on top of cheese round. Press dough evenly around cheese; fold bottom edges over top edges. Gently stretch dough evenly around cheese; press to seal completely. Brush with beaten egg. Top with cutouts; brush with additional beaten egg.
  • 5. Bake 20 to 24 minutes or until golden brown. Cool 15 minutes. Serve warm.


Let me tell you, this week has the makings to be glorious. And, on several different levels. Here's why:

1. Both of my bosses are not only out of town, but one is out of the country and the other is on the opposite coast. Now while I really do think the world of them, having a week to myself is nothing short of bliss.

2. It's Restaurant Week! This means awesome dinners at an even awesomer price. And since dining out is my second love, dining at establishments usually out of my price range is like finding a Burberry scarf at TJ Maxx.

3. I broke down and added a North Face parka to my winter wardrobe. This goes against a lot of my style code of ethic, but my walking commute really forced me to weigh the importance of fashion v. warmth and meeting somewhere in the middle. It arrived over the weekend and to much to my pleasant surprise, the it is actually, dare I say cute, and is absolutely the warmest coat I have ever owned. I might as well have been walking on a sidewalk in the Caribbean this morning.

It's cute, right?
4. I got "A's" on both of my assignments last, so I am coming into this week with an A in my course. Yes, it is only the first week, so what? For this week, at least, I'm getting straight A's.

5. Again, both of my bosses are gone, which means I'm wearing jeans to work on Friday! And we know how happy denim in the office makes me...

So let's sum this all up. A warm commute in jeans to relax in my cubical all day and eat like a queen in the evening, all the while feeling super smart...it is just like a vacation. A staycation, if you will.

"And the AAA Tow Truck Locked his Keys in the Truck"

That headline pretty much sums up our night on December 18, when we had a 6 a.m. flight the next day for a 12 day trip, leaving our pets with a sitter and trying to arrange and rearrange Christmas celebrations. We were actually ahead of schedule for the most part (and by our standards), finishing our packing before 10 p.m. You would think that since we needed to be at the airport by five then next morning, at the latest, we would have called it a night.

Oh no, of course not. While our packing was complete, there were mere scraps of food in our kitchen and we couldn't let our pet sitter starve. Plus we couldn't let down our tradition of wishing happy holidays to our old neighbors the night before we leave. So, we headed through the tunnel and across the bridge to the grocery store and then to Lofts 590. A couple of hours later we were returning home to actually get an hour or two of sleep before boarding our flight, when my hubby had to show me a new "short cut" he had discovered. It involved the 14th Street Bridge, a right onto a side street and a left onto 12th Street, that subsequently leads into 12th Street tunnel (which is the usual tunnel we use, so the actual time savings calculated is somewhere in the none category).

So there we were making our happy little way home, crossing Independence and the next thing I knew our car was up on the side walk facing east and I had an airbag in my ear. Awesome. In five hours we needed to be at the airport and were just in an accident. A police officer arrived shortly after the woman who hit us screamed that we ran a red light, to which the person the car, driving through the same light countered, Facebook on the screen of his laptop, followed by another that gave me faith that equal opportunity hiring does exist and then the AAA tow truck shows up, only to lock the keys in his truck.

Mind you, much of the time Blair -- who graciously came to stay with me while Dusty cabbed home to get our insurance card -- and I were sitting on the plastic back seat of the police car for warmth and snapping photos of ourselves. (Too bad he lost his iPhone...those were going to be legendary.) We finally arrived home about 2:30 a.m. and needed to leave at 4:30 a.m., so sleep wasn't even an option.

So the poor Saab has been totaled and sent to the junk yard, we have rented our parking space, and with that money combined with what we  usually spend on a car payment and insurance, we are saving over $600 a month. Saving money and forced into city dwelling against our own will. My new year's resolution is to drive less and save money this year...DONE! Well, and to convince Dusty that a Range Rover is the right route to take with our next vehicle.

Starting the New Year Off With Victory

Feel free to call me Flash Gordon. I will respond to Flash, Ms. Gordon or even F.G.

Why, you ask? Well, I don't like to boast, but in this case, it is necessary.

I just beat the bus to work on foot. Yes, you heard me right. My legs carried me like a cloud and by the time I was making my way across K Street, the ol' D3 was just chugging around the turn from 13th Street. Bam!

And to think this morning when a slow walker entered the elevator in our condo building from the fourth floor only to take up the whole hallway of the lobby sauntering from one side to the other like nobody may be in a rush at 8:30 a.m. She was one of those whose path was not straight, but every time I would try to go around her, she had somehow wandered directly in front of me. It really just doesn't even make logical sense, because she was moving so slowly, that it seems to defeat all scientific laws for her to be able to cut me off. Especially since we now know my speed capabilities.

It was this human sized snail that consequently caused my swearing outburst when I walked outside to the see bus rolling on by. Not a good way to start the day. But as with most things in life I quickly turned my frustration into competition -- that bus had the nerve to pass me by, well then I will show him (or her?). Which clearly I did, but not without the slow walker turning the side walk into a moving obstacle course. I may have shoved her out of my way, my mind had already gone into auto-pilot blocking out all surroundings.

The downside of run/walking to work in 20 degree temperatures? I'm certain I looked ridiculous. When I arrived at my office, I was freezing and sweating all in the same instance. My ears were ringing and I felt a bit faint. And, my face was so flushed, it looked like I was running to clown school.

However, all of those things pale in the shadow of shadow of pride.