Goodbye, Old Friend

12 08 2009


Just yesterday, I finally got around to posting my TasteCasting review of Morton’s bar bites. That will teach me to be a lazy-ass. 614 Magazine broke the news today on twitter that Morton’s has shuttered their downtown Columbus location, which strikes me as odd – I was just there and business seemed to be thriving. I don’t think the employees had much notice, either – our host for the evening mentioned that they were about to open a patio, she also mentioned a scotch tasting they were holding next month, plus they had just debuted bar bites. I have fond memories of the place and spent many happy hours in their dining room with former colleagues and clients, so it makes me sad to see Morton’s close, despite the fact that I couldn’t have ever afforded to dine there as a paying customer. Le sigh!

Meanwhile, bunnies have ravaged my beloved garden and turned it into their personal salad bar. Needless to say, I can’t pass by the Big Kid’s room without flipping off her rabbits. Childish, I know!

On the career front, things are looking up. I have a new client, as well as a meeting (purpose TBD) Monday, so I’m hoping that a job will be forthcoming. Unemployment is such a buzzkill.


Riddle Me This

13 01 2009


For those of you who don’t follow me on Facebook or LinkedIn (shame on you!), I am now an official source of knowledge. I received a call yesterday from a reporter at (thanks to my pal Kelby at Type-A Mom) for a story she was writing on the dangers of using Vicks Vapo Rub on little kids. For the record, I am pro-Vicks, when used correctly. Read all about it here. While I’m thrilled to have been asked, I’m a bit disturbed and perplexed. Apparently, the national media now considers me a credible source because I have a child and a blog, never mind that I could, in theory, be some random crackpot. Ah, the power I wield just by having a vagina! Now, if only I could solve that whole women-making-78-cents-to-every-dollar-a-man-makes-for-the-same-job thing!

Since I have been out of work a whopping two weeks now, I have finally had the time to think about who I want to be and the image I want to project as a professional, which, of course, screams makeover. As a marketing maven, I prefer to refer to this as “personal branding.” However, it has finally dawned on me that as a woman, I am constantly in a state of reinvention – for a new job, new man, etc. – and, perhaps I don’t know the authentic me as well as I should. Is it possible that we all renovate ourselves on such a regular basis that we lose touch with our true selves? Did I mention that I have way too much time on my hands?

Since I have all of this free time, I have been putting it to good use – and Hubs’s waistline is reaping the benefits! I’ve been cooking quite a bit and am in the midst of deciding what I want to make tomorrow for dinner. I could go relatively healthy with a white bean-chicken chili concoction or go in a more interesting direction with mini burgers. Mind you, I’d have to bake the buns myself since I have a specific bread type in mind, plus I have limited fixins, so this could be a bit of a challenge. Any thoughts?

Finally, I’m still having trouble adding pictures to my post now that WordPress has updated their interface. Maybe it’s just my craptastic computer? What I need for this blog is a sponsor – someone who will litter my beautiful little blog with their garish
logos, but give me a really sweet new laptop in exchange for the free advertising. Any takers?

Mark Your Calendar

2 11 2008

For those of you who love giveaways, and who doesn’t, mark your calendar for November 11th as my friends at Type-A Mom embark on the 12 days of giveaways. Details to come on the site, as well as on twitter. Without giving away too many details (not in the holiday spirit, you know!), I will say that the prizes are FABULOUS and you really should check them out!

Meanwhile, if you have not already voted, do I really have to remind you to do so? Join in the festivities!

If only the election could be solved with a “simple” dance competition! I have a feeling that it will be an ugly fight to the end, but I will be interested to watch it unravel. Besides, if the swing states need any extra persuasion, might I suggest the Paso Doble as a tie-breaker? I can just see McCain and Obama suiting up in their matador costumes. I think you can guess who’s got my vote in that competition.

Whatever your convictions, check out Vote Smart before you head to the polls, so you, too, can be an informed voter. Just vote, mmmmmkay?


11 09 2008

It’s been an interesting last couple of days. Where do I start?

Let’s see, work has been really good lately. The week started slowly and, with that, my sense of paranoia was in overdrive, but all is well now. Also, a couple of bursts of intuition where new business is concerned look like they may be paying off, so I’ve been mentally doing a happy dance for the past few hours.

Meanwhile, after trying to discuss a work-related idea with Hubs and being repeatedly shut down, I sadly came to the realization that Hubs will never really respect what I do for a living and I have to learn to live with that. He thinks that aspects of what my company does are evil, but he’s learning to keep his mouth shut, especially since it’s keeping a roof over our heads. Really, all I wanted, after having been starved for interaction with live humans today (my boss and my buddy were both busy with other things, so I was completely alone for hours) and then dealing with the Baby, who was quite manic (more on that in a sec), I desperately wanted to have an actual conversation with my husband that didn’t revolve around kids, politics, what’s wrong with the world today, or TV. More than anything, my feelings were hurt that he didn’t want to hear about something that’s important to me and that I find exciting.

The Baby has been a handful lately. Yes, I know she’s 3, but I’ve had a hard time with her. She’s been getting really snarky, especially toward me, and I’m not sure how to deal with it. I ask her to do something and she tells me no. I give her dinner and she throws it. Anyone have any parenting advice? I’m not a spanker and time-out’s aren’t working. What do I do now? I’m seriously getting tired of peeling spaghetti off the dining room wall!

The Big Kid’s birthday party is Saturday, so we’re frantically trying to clean the house before the in-law’s arrive. What I wouldn’t do to have a maid for the next couple of days! Looks like the menu will consist of make-your-own pizzas, snacks, crudites (veggies and dip, for those not in the loop), and cake. Very simple menu, but the kids will love it. Now, if only I can figure out what to get her as a present! She’s going to be 10, which is a strange age, as far as gift-giving is concerned. She’s too old for a lot of the toys that are out there, but not quite old enough for the electronics she wants.

Meanwhile, the diet is coming along swimmingly. I have lost 8 pounds (yay, me!) by pretty much going against all of the advice the diet gurus publish – I skip meals, I don’t work out, and I probably drink too much water. While I may have a headache occasionally from missing a meal or two, I’m starting to fit into the pants I was about to toss into the box to take to Goodwill. Again, yay me! I was bulimic at one point, so I seriously have no idea how to lose weight without involving disordered eating of some sort, so bear with me and my funky eating habits! Seriously, for the most part, I am doing pretty well – I am eating a lot more fruits and veggies than I usually do and I’m getting pretty good about eyeballing what a portion size is supposed to look like (1 ounce of cheese is about the size of a domino, a serving of meat is equal to the size of a deck of cards, use a salad plate instead of a dinner plate, and fill your plate 1/2 full of veggies and then divide the remaining half between protein and carbs), so don’t fear. I AM eating and I’ve come to the realization that I will never be a size 2 supermodel and I’m okay with it. I do want to be healthy and energetic. Basically, the goal is to be smarter, daintier, with a better wardrobe, and just plain fabulous by the time I’m 40. Dang it, I wanna be a MILF!

The garden is doing great! My herbs are flourishing, so I may have some to harvest soon. The tomatoes are going crazy, so I will soon be making roasted tomato bisque. The zucchini, broccoli, snap beans, and lettuce are growing quite nicely and are loving the cooler temperatures and rain we’ve been having, so it could be a great harvest this fall!

Finally, I have to give props to the crew at ALDI. I zoomed in there 5 minutes before closing time and did a commando-like sweep of the store in my 15 minute shopping trip. While I’m sure the crew wasn’t too thrilled to have me there right at closing time, they were still kind and gracious. So if they were thinking, “Gawd, lady! Would you leave already,” you’d never know it and I appreciate it.

Comin’ To Getcha!

5 09 2008

While I know that I’m no trendsetter when it comes to fashion, I can’t help but notice certain looks that are just plain wrong. And, of course, I am very free with the snark, much to the chagrin of Hubs. As a public service, I feel that I must bring certain offenses to the collective conscience before issuing citations, so let the bashing begin!

  • When you work in a law firm, no matter how hot your dinner date later that evening is, it is never appropriate to wear a cocktail dress to work. For example, there is a law firm in my building that employs a rather voluptuous woman. Tuesday, she came to work in a black cocktail dress, complete with a flared skirt, plunging neckline, and low back. It does not matter how hot it is during the day, or how hot your companion at night is. These are a few things that should never be seen in the office. EVER!
  • That same woman came to work in a fitted football jersey a few days later. Mind you that she has generous proportions, as many women do, which is why she would have been much better served with a jersey that skimmed her curves, rather than clinging to every lump, bulge, and ripple.
  • Finally, I saw something yesterday that nearly caused me to wreck the car. Let me preface this by saying that I work with women in a very artistic environment who wear what I call tube dresses over a wife-beater shirt. What I mean by this is that the dress is shaped like a tube top with an empire waist and flared skirt, paired with a simple white tank top. I have seen a few variations on the women I work with and they rock the look, which I could never pull off. Meanwhile, the woman I saw yesterday wore this style of dress over an long-sleeved oxford shirt with black hose and shiny bronze flats. HUH??? The proportions were completely off and the total effect was just plain wrong. Seriously, did she not look in a mirror before she left the house?

Ahhh…got that bit of snark of out my system and am feeling much better!

Meanwhile, the Big Kid turns 10 next week and we’re having a small get-together for a few friends, the GP’s, and my brother. We were planning to order some pizzas, but she doesn’t care to much for the pizza we had planned to order. She asked if Hubs would make the Chef Boy R Dee pizza kit instead, which I immediately vetoed (call me a snob, but I just can’t serve that to company!). Instead, I believe we’re letting the girls make their own pizzas. Cross your fingers! I’ll let you know how it turns out! In the meantime, any thoughts on toppings?

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