Unorthodox Viewing…
Salvation from crappy viewing. There are so many terrible movies and TV series on network and cable TV.
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Secret Leeked…
Preparing dinner serves so many purposes these days while living in Coronaville.
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Cooking In Coronaville…
Free time on your hands? Get into the kitchen and start cooking.
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Yankees, Wimbledon, Ivanka & Swordfish…
I’ve been holding off, but it is time. Time to praise my NY Yankees.
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Cookin’ With Gas…
I’m back in Los Angeles, willingly handcuffed to the stove. I don’t mind most days. The truth be told, I wouldn’t kick a sous chef or a clean up crew out of my kitchen, but I like to cook…it stirs up my creative juices. I rarely use a recipe as I like to invent and…
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Toasting Progress…
We celebrated last night in our new, renovated dining room. The table was set and our daughter joined us for a delicious meal.
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Yankees Cure A Bad Mood…
Yesterday started at 4am…couldn’t sleep so took Berkeley and Madison out early while looking over my shoulder as a deranged man is allegedly hanging around Santa Monica, attempting to kidnap women on the street, day and night.
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Have A Devilishly Great Holiday…
Happy Holidays and a very Merry Christmas…hope Santa is good to all my devilishly fabulous followers. I shall resume, If The Devil Had Menopause, January, 2014. Here’s my holiday gift to you…
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The Big Chill…
Back in Los Angeles and for southern California, it is a bit chilly. The temperature is in the 40’s and 50’s and people are freaking out. To a menopausal woman, the cool air is brilliant. It seems like fall, but walking the doggies I am overwhelmed by the locals reaction to the weather.
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Me and Food…
Sometimes I worry about my fascination with food. I love to cook and I experience great pleasure when people savor my meals. Trying new restaurants and being excited by delicious, innovative food, both straight forward and magical ambiance and expert, friendly service can be as rewarding as seeing marvelous theater, perusing a fascinating art exhibit…
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Hair I Am…
, The perspiration meter does not fluctuate as violently in Los Angeles as in NY…weather probably plays into it. I find that barometric pressure and humidity are the cause of more migraines in New York. I guess we all must compromise. If I am allergic to Manhattan, I will just have to eat my Zomig…
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Do I Look Fat…
Raise hands if you think about your weight or body image daily…I can see you and just about everyone has their hands up. What are the most repetitive declarations made to significant others, mothers or BFF’s? 1. Do I look fat in this outfit/pants… 2. Do I look like I have I gained weight? 3….
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No Guilt Zone…
Contemplating fasting on Yom Kippur…it is written in the good book and extolled by rabbis, Sunday school teachers and parents, and who am I to challenge those higher authorities (although I never liked one of my Sunday school teachers and Hebrew school teachers are all descendants of Satan), but fasting is hypocritical. Let me ‘splain…
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I’m Mad As Hell…
Life gets in the way of my blog. I was going to write about being waitlisted for a one-way trip to Mars and then the apartment debacle leveled me. After another sleepless night on the couch in the living room, I re-enacted the memorable moment from the 1976 classic movie, “Network”. I stood in our Manhattan…
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Interior Therapy…
I am spending more time indoors, writing my blog. Taking mental breaks to stimulate my mind, I wander around our apartments…no more houses. I had 2500 square feet in San Francisco. I know that because everyone in California asks what make car do you drive and what is the square footage of your home…I prefer diamond sizes…
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T3…Toby, Trader Joe’s and Target…
My name is Toby and I am a Trader Joe’s and Target addict. I enter these product laden stores and I start to sweat… no, it isn’t menopause, it is the physical reaction when I come face to face with my guilty pleasure… bargain opportunity shopping. Now, I love designer goods almost as much as…
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You Can Cure Stupid…
I am mad as hell and I am not going to take it anymore. Maybe it is because my patience has worn thin with bad manners and the reign of entitlement that is presently pervasive in America. Perhaps I am just a little cranky because I spent time and love making eggplant parmesan and homemade roasted…
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Cha, Cha, Cha Changin’…
I was tooling around LA during the holiday weekend with the top down and radio blasting (I have never grown tired of this) when Fleetwood Mac’s, “Landslide” came on the radio. The lyrics, written by the unparalleled Ms. Stevie Nicks, inspired today’s column: “Well, I’ve been afraid of changing ‘Cause I built my life around…
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Fun and Frivolity on the 4th…
As Huey Lewis and the News sang, “Picture This” scenario… I am up by 5:30am, dressed in my spinning finest and on my bike by 6:15am. I am feeling mighty fine about myself and then reality hits and definitely sucks. In walk a tall blonde and a lanky brunette in lululemon workout bikinis. Jesus, can’t…