Glaring Questions on Daytime TV

#1: Did I miss the invitation to that party where they hand out diplomatic immunity like it’s candy on Halloween?  For that matter, this whole immunity thing seems to pose a very serious security issue. After hours of reruns of NCIS, Castle, CSI, Law & Order and Criminal Minds, it is abundantly clear that too many crooksContinue reading “Glaring Questions on Daytime TV”

Belated Independence

Where did July go? I know, I know, it’s not over just yet, but I am shockingly behind myself on practically every front, which would be woefully embarrassing if I lacked a reason, but (thankfully?) my excuse is as timeless as a tacky 80s flick. Yessiree, I got mono. Before you ask, NO, I haveContinue reading “Belated Independence”

If “Ifs” and “Buts” Were Candy and Nuts . . .

. . . We’d All Have a Hell of a Christmas! Has anyone else hear that expression? My grandmother used to say this to me when I was a kid and I recently threw it out in a conversation only to find that not a soul knew what on EARTH I was talking about! Suffice itContinue reading “If “Ifs” and “Buts” Were Candy and Nuts . . .”

Ten Valuable Facts I’ve Learned From Old Movies

I realized today that, unlike most 24-year-olds, I spent most of my impressionable years glued to Cary Grant classics. Even though this left me a little out of the loop when everyone was talking about Corey and Topenga (?) and someone named Zack Morris during Freshman year college orientation, I think I’m thankful. In aContinue reading “Ten Valuable Facts I’ve Learned From Old Movies”

My Baby BUNDT-ing. . .

“Bye, baby Bunting, Father’s gone a-hunting, Mother’s gone a-milking, Sister’s gone a-silking, Brother’s gone to buy a skin To wrap the baby Bunting in!” A few weeks ago (already!?!) I co-hostessed a wonderful little baby shower for my wonderfully pregnant friend Natalie! I love food and fun presentation, but I also love Puns to anContinue reading “My Baby BUNDT-ing. . .”

Let Them Eat Cake! No. Seriously. Let Them.

I never anticipated coming to this point, but here I am, taking posthumous advice from a decapitated (not to mention notoriously frivolous and insensitive) French queen. Not only that, but I firmly believe you should sit up straight and pay attention, because this advice is to die for. (Pun intended.) Marie Antoinette’s extravagance may have been political (monarchical?) suicide, butContinue reading “Let Them Eat Cake! No. Seriously. Let Them.”

A Frenetic Whirling Dervish of Exhuberance…

Beginnings are daunting, so in my typical fashion, I almost wish I could jump right to the next phase, rather than hem and haw my way through an introduction. Assuming that someone will actually (maybe, perhaps, someday, once upon a dream, in a distant future) read this, however, propriety demands some social niceties. If my short spitfire Italian grandmotherContinue reading “A Frenetic Whirling Dervish of Exhuberance…”