Ahhhhhh, I love the beach

In which we discuss Logo and sharp implements

This week I have been reprimanded by two people regarding my use of sharp objects.
First, M. Logo chastened me for overpruning this rhody.
It will be FINE!! In a year or two :p
THEN, I went and bought scissors and Susie yelled at me for daring to think I could use Ginghers on paper, ooooh, the humanity, or something. In fact she was so adamant on the topic,

she actually went and BOUGHT me these scissors so I won't misuse the others.

Alright already. And here is a cute pic for you to enjoy over the weekend while I am partying with Mr. Logo at the beach.

Ciao!

Today's Mission...

which I have chosen and therefore accept, is to procure some decent left handed scissors.
Susie scored me a 40% off coupon and now I shall finally have my precious, precious lefty cutters again, no more paper folding over and kinking up between the blades, no more craning my head every which way to make sure I'm actually cutting where I want to be.
YAY!
Now my breath will be mintier, my lipstick won't smudge off on glasses and maybe my eyelashes will quit bumping into my sunglasses.
I am the eternal optimist.
Oh damn it, I'm running late, my life is ruined.
Bye!

In keeping with the tone of yesterday

I decided to share one of my favorite movies today.
It is somewhat of a rarity among my favorites because no one dies, although there is a brief shooting scene.
In 1991 Steve Martin made a romantic comedy that I loved then and I'm still pretty fond of it today.

There are some fabulous lines, at one point the female lead character, after dripping some water on her clothes (an act with which I readily identify) says,
"I keep thinking I'm a grown up, but I'm not."

Now who hasn't felt like that?
Anyway, here are a few moments from the film.
Enjoy!

In Which We Learn...

Logo and Mr. Logo were married really darn young.

In closing days of the decade of the 80s I met the man who would be my husband, although I didn't know it. I was home from college recovering from mono (NO! I hadn't been kissing anyone) and was marriage was anywhere near the top of my To Do list.

That February he told me that he loved me (I puked) and in March of 1990 he asked me to marry him (I made him wait a week for my answer).

We negotiated a bit over the wedding date and then decided to move it up anyway. Thus it was, while still a teenager (19), I became a married woman despite my previous resolutions not to marry until:

1. I was at least 24

2. I had gone back to college

3. I had traveled abroad

Turns out doing those things after you get married works out nicely too.

On September 15th, 1990 we were married in my hometown with about 300 people present. It's amazing to me that I've been married to my husband almost as long as I was alive before I knew him.

Just in case I hadn't previously mentioned this;
I think Mr. Logo is the best thing that has happened to me in any of the last 17 years.

Salmon season

Mr. Logo and Thing One went fishing in a local river and caught a 22 inch salmon. They were quite proud of themselves. Mr. Logo is headed back to try his luck again this evening with a friend. He is very happy about this opportunity since he was thinking of going fishing last night but disc three of the third season of House arrived from Netflix. We've decided this is the way to watch TV. You get several episodes at a time and there are no commercials. It's fabulous!
This is almost enough to make me want a Tivo.

A recipe and a book review

Yes, that's right, I've decided to share some of my not really cooking tips with you all.

Here is what I made for dinner last night, with a tossed green salad.

It Almost Tastes Like I Care Quick and Easy Chicken Salad


12-14 oz chicken breast, diced or shredded (or use canned, whatever)
2 tablespoons capers, roughly chopped
4 tablespoons mayo
2 teaspoons red wine vinegar
Kosher salt and pepper
1/2 medium fennel bulb, thinly sliced
1/4 cup finely chopped fresh parsley
4 oz Garganzola cheese, in small crumbles


Throw it all in a bowl and mix it together then slap onto some yummy rolls or something. I used croissants and put some lettuce and tomato on there too. It was lovely.
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Now the book review...

Antisocial Commentary:
from the secret files of the Mattress Police
So, there is this guy, Diesel who has a blog. I bumped into him almost a year ago and the bruises and swelling are almost completely gone. He is an interesting guy and occasionally I missend emails to him which he handles with bemused good humor. Well, anyway, he decided to turn some of his material into a book. I received a copy of this book in the mail and I was laughing heartily, not just giggles, actual chortles and gaffaws. It is a very funny book. I teased Diesel originally, saying I would wait till I could borrow a copy from the library but through a happy little coincidence I won a free copy AND its even an autographed one!! w00t!
Now, a while back, as part of Diesel's carefully orchestrated "Please love me and buy my book" movement I posted a tepid blurb about the book.
But NOW, having squealed like a hyena while while holding it in my hot little hands, and having forced Mr. Logo to listen to me attempt to read passages between giggles I have to tell you, really, you should considering buying this book. It's worth it, I promise. In fact, just to show you how convinced I am that you should buy this book...
I am not even going to take advantage of Diesel's offer to make money off all of you when you buy one of his books. So, here is where you can get your own copy. Don't wait too long, its very a very timely and topic book. After the year 2020 some of the humor is just NOT going to work.

** SEPTEMBER 6TH UPDATE**

We are going to the Burke today.

Please watch the internet for me while I'm gone and make sure you remember to use ointment on that rash every time you change it. Thanks!