Tonight I attempt the Chicken Pot Pie.
I'm skerrid.
Tune in Tomorrow to see how it turns out. Will it be a soggy mess? Will it be a masterful and delicate blend of flavors that melt in your mouth?
Whichever way it turns out, I'll let you know!
Monday, April 10, 2006
Friday, February 24, 2006
Mollification...
I have been shamed.
A friend pointed out that I, indeed, forgot the ultimate Sisters. The Grand Dames of Sisters, the Holy Grail of Sisters, the Sister Messiahs, The Sister Gold Medalists, The Sisterhood of the traveling peep show...
The Hiltons.
Nuf' said,
I hang my head in shame.
Tie me up and force me to watch "One Night in Paris." Again.
A friend pointed out that I, indeed, forgot the ultimate Sisters. The Grand Dames of Sisters, the Holy Grail of Sisters, the Sister Messiahs, The Sister Gold Medalists, The Sisterhood of the traveling peep show...
The Hiltons.
Nuf' said,
I hang my head in shame.
Tie me up and force me to watch "One Night in Paris." Again.
El-o, El-o, El-o
VE!
El-o, El-o, El-o!
Ok, sorry, I have that Ashley Simpson song stuck in my head.
I was debating (with myself), who the most talented pair of sisters in entertainment are.
I mean, the wealth of talent that is out there right now - it boggles the mind!
I immediately thought of The Simpsons, Ashley and Jessica. Jessica is Queen of blond hair extensions, and of strutting her stuff in TV ads. Ashley's singing voice is similar only to that of an angel. Right? And they were also tied for third on oft-quoted celebrity-fashion critic Mr. Blackwell's list of the worst-dressed celebrities of 2004. Blackwell wrote that "from gaudy to grim to downright frenetic these two prove that bad taste is positively genetic". How could he?
"No!" I told myself, "You're wrong!"
I had forgotten the mini moguls themselves, MK and Ashley Olsen. From their very first appearance, how can anyone have doubted that these two would grow up to be the pair of very finest actresses that they are? And they remain role models for our youth! How do they do it? Even Rapper Eminem can't deny their star appeal, they are mentioned, and insulted (Oh, the horror!), in his 2005 song, "Ass Like That".
Then myself got angry. "Oh hells no!" I sneered.
Britney and Jamie Lynn Spears - Hello? Ah, you didn't know Jamie Lynn acted? Well, duh! Jamie Lynn stars in Zoey 101, on Nickelodeon. Her big sis even wrote the theme song, and Jamie Lynn performs it. How's them apples? That's sisterly love. And Britney continues her career, becoming a role model to all working moms, by snorting down her trademark Cheetos, and doing cool stuff. Like protecting her baby by zooming around in the car with him on her lap. Bah! Who needs old fashioned stuff like car seats when some paprazzi asshat might *gasp* snap a picture of little Sean Preston.
Then I bitch-slapped myself. "Snap out of it!" "Don't you know anything? Stupid self."
"It's a tie."
El-o, El-o, El-o!
Ok, sorry, I have that Ashley Simpson song stuck in my head.
I was debating (with myself), who the most talented pair of sisters in entertainment are.
I mean, the wealth of talent that is out there right now - it boggles the mind!
I immediately thought of The Simpsons, Ashley and Jessica. Jessica is Queen of blond hair extensions, and of strutting her stuff in TV ads. Ashley's singing voice is similar only to that of an angel. Right? And they were also tied for third on oft-quoted celebrity-fashion critic Mr. Blackwell's list of the worst-dressed celebrities of 2004. Blackwell wrote that "from gaudy to grim to downright frenetic these two prove that bad taste is positively genetic". How could he?
"No!" I told myself, "You're wrong!"
I had forgotten the mini moguls themselves, MK and Ashley Olsen. From their very first appearance, how can anyone have doubted that these two would grow up to be the pair of very finest actresses that they are? And they remain role models for our youth! How do they do it? Even Rapper Eminem can't deny their star appeal, they are mentioned, and insulted (Oh, the horror!), in his 2005 song, "Ass Like That".
Then myself got angry. "Oh hells no!" I sneered.
Britney and Jamie Lynn Spears - Hello? Ah, you didn't know Jamie Lynn acted? Well, duh! Jamie Lynn stars in Zoey 101, on Nickelodeon. Her big sis even wrote the theme song, and Jamie Lynn performs it. How's them apples? That's sisterly love. And Britney continues her career, becoming a role model to all working moms, by snorting down her trademark Cheetos, and doing cool stuff. Like protecting her baby by zooming around in the car with him on her lap. Bah! Who needs old fashioned stuff like car seats when some paprazzi asshat might *gasp* snap a picture of little Sean Preston.
Then I bitch-slapped myself. "Snap out of it!" "Don't you know anything? Stupid self."
"It's a tie."
Wednesday, February 22, 2006
Holy Wow! An update!
I think I need to change the title of my blog. Because, from the frequency of my posts (read: 2), I obviously do NOT know how to use said blog. I promise to be better. I'm not good at promises, but still.
So, what's new with me? Not much. Gearing up for Spring Training. The Hubster and I leave in just 9 days for the presumably warmer Scottsdale, Arizona, where we will once again, fall under the spell America's favorite pastime. Ah, Baseball is back, folks. This year will be different, however.
Enter the first ever World Baseball Classic. We've scored tickets to a couple of games to the TRUE World Championship. As opposed to the World Series,where the only part of the "world" that competes is the US, but I digress. Unfortunately, two of the three teams I am most interested in aren't playing in Scottsdale. The US looks like they have a stellar line up, but at a glance, I'd put my money on the Dominicans. And of course, I'm just dying to check out the Cubans. Being Cuban myself, I want to know if we've got what it takes.
You see, baseball is life to most Cuban boys. There is a passion for the sport in Cuba, that goes beyond what we Americans feel for our National Pastime. In Cuba, the fans are honest. At SBC Park, were my beloved, if not so talented Giants play, the so-called fans are there to be seen. They wander the park, they talk on their cell phones. I see women at games, in heels and miniskirts. On Friday nights. In the cold. The conversations are more about whether to grab a Martini at Momo's or a glass of Cab in North Beach, than about our aging outfield. In Cuba, they come to watch a baseball game. The kids take a break from heckling players to smile and wave at a "cameraman" holding a cardboard TV camera, but then it's back to the game.
But, Aalas, only USA, Canada, and Mexico play in the First round in Scottsdale. With Gange not even on the mound for Canada, we're taking our chances with USA vs. Mexico. Rah! Rah!
Next Stop, Arizona!
So, what's new with me? Not much. Gearing up for Spring Training. The Hubster and I leave in just 9 days for the presumably warmer Scottsdale, Arizona, where we will once again, fall under the spell America's favorite pastime. Ah, Baseball is back, folks. This year will be different, however.
Enter the first ever World Baseball Classic. We've scored tickets to a couple of games to the TRUE World Championship. As opposed to the World Series,where the only part of the "world" that competes is the US, but I digress. Unfortunately, two of the three teams I am most interested in aren't playing in Scottsdale. The US looks like they have a stellar line up, but at a glance, I'd put my money on the Dominicans. And of course, I'm just dying to check out the Cubans. Being Cuban myself, I want to know if we've got what it takes.
You see, baseball is life to most Cuban boys. There is a passion for the sport in Cuba, that goes beyond what we Americans feel for our National Pastime. In Cuba, the fans are honest. At SBC Park, were my beloved, if not so talented Giants play, the so-called fans are there to be seen. They wander the park, they talk on their cell phones. I see women at games, in heels and miniskirts. On Friday nights. In the cold. The conversations are more about whether to grab a Martini at Momo's or a glass of Cab in North Beach, than about our aging outfield. In Cuba, they come to watch a baseball game. The kids take a break from heckling players to smile and wave at a "cameraman" holding a cardboard TV camera, but then it's back to the game.
But, Aalas, only USA, Canada, and Mexico play in the First round in Scottsdale. With Gange not even on the mound for Canada, we're taking our chances with USA vs. Mexico. Rah! Rah!
Next Stop, Arizona!
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