Where have I been???

I didn't realize how long it has been since I have posted anything to my blog. Unfortunately, I have been under the weather and dealing with the frustration of navigating through the medical community.....my favorite past time! In addition, since I like to diagnose myself, I have had to avoid the Internet (basically, my computer) since, according to my Google searches, I have pancreatitis, endocrine crash syndrome AND cancer. Needless to say, I had to back away from the keyboard.

I am still feeling crappy, but less crappy than before.... So, that's pretty good. Here is my story. I have had tummy problems that have followed me for the better part of 4 years since I had my gallbladder removed. But this time, the tummy problems were paired with a laundry list of symptoms...fatigue, dizziness, heart palpitations, joint pain, etc. So, I headed to my primary care doctor and he ordered a few tests....yeah! After a humiliating session with the very young and very attractive x-ray technician (that included him moving my oh so attractive and open backed gown around, thus exposing my breasts) and a myriad of blood work, everything came back normal. Next stop was my Endocrinologist who told me that none of my symptoms could possibly be related to my thyroid then suggested that all of them could be contributed to stress. As long as I can remember, when this girl gets stressed....she eats, BIG TIME! So, my lack of appetite and indigestion did not seem to fit into this stress theory. Either way, she took me off my thyroid medication, gave me a prescription for acid relief, handed me lab slips for more blood work and scheduled my annual MRI (oh yeah, I have a benign nodule on my pituitary gland). This was going all wrong.

Fast forward to Friday of the same week and I started to get chest pains and shortness of breath. Again, the stress theory was thrown around, this time by my cousin. Kindly, Tanya comforted me and said I would probably feel better once I was home in bed with my dogs and a good TV show. By Saturday morning, I felt the same way. So, off to the doctor's I went. Second X-ray, same results. They handed me a slip recommending that I make an appointment with my doctor. Well, what the hell are you??? The name on your cute little tag has MD after it....doesn't that make you a doctor???? So, I went home and waited until Monday to make another appointment with my doctor. They were closed on Monday, so I went to see him first thing Tuesday morning. A week makes a big difference, I was down 9 pounds (normally I would be jumping for joy!). So, he performs an EKG and sees that my heart is beating 114 beats per minute and sets up an emergency CT scan at the hospital. The nurse hands me the paperwork and tells me to go directly to the main hospital.

As I am walking to my car, I start to read the paper work and notice that he has written "pulmonary embolism" on the order sheet. WHAT????? He never said anything about that. Am I having a heart attack? I am only 37? I know I am not the healthiest 37 year old woman, but I am not that bad. After parking, what seemed like a mile from the hospital, I find myself tangled in red tape as I register, answer questions, and wait for forever! The test was rather quick as the brand new CT Scanner (the technician was excited to tell me that they just got it last month) slid over my body.

I went home to wait for the results. I kept thinking....ignorance is bliss. Do I really want to know what is lurking in my body? Do I want them to find something? Do I want them to find nothing? No one called that night. So, I had to spend a very sleepless night wondering if my news was good or bad.

Finally, Tuesday morning my doctor calls and tells me that the CT scan came back clear except for a nodule on my adrenal gland. (Uhhhh, isn't nodule a benign way of saying TUMOR?) I started to interrogate him.... "So, you didn't see any masses, tumors, anything? They are looking for signs of cancer when you they read these scans, right?" He assures me that there was nothing and they are ALWAYS looking for cancer when they read the scans. But, isn't a nodule a bad thing??? He said he had called my Endocrinologist (Endo) and they could not relate the nodule to my current symptoms. I would need to see the Endo again. Oh yeah, they are referring me to a Gastroenterologist.

So, now I have several appointments lined up for next week. More poking, proding and questioning, but I am feeling better. Not top notch, but better. As we get older, we realize how precious life is and we are less cavalier about our health. Although, there is one good thing about getting older...our ability to be more honest about how we feel. So, when I went back to work last week, I told the 22 year old girl that I work with to please refrain from relating her mother's cancer to my symptoms. Youth truly is wasted on the young.

My Issue with Tyra Banks

So, I set my TiVo this morning to record the much hyped episode of the Tyra Bank's show where she addresses the recent string of tabloid attacks on her possible weight gain. At first I was impressed that she would address the issue as it relates to body image; then I started to really think about what Ms. Tyra was going to do.

Please correct me if I am wrong, but I do believe that this evil "media" that Tyra wishes to slay is the very media that has lined her burgeoning pocket book. I get that she doesn't want to contribute toward our nation's obsession with appearance, but she has to appreciate how her "principals" may be called into question.

I myself have looked at Tyra in the numerous Victoria's Secret catalogs (that seem to arrive on a daily basis) and longed to have her beautiful body if only to perhaps borrow it for the weekend. No where in the catalog is there a disclaimer telling us that the pictures have been Photoshopped to death and that "the models may be more unattractive than they actually appear". That would be unspeakable.

And, what about America's Next Top Model???? How does that make women feel? I have watched this show as the "judges" point out imperfections on these girls and constantly remind them to be "fierce". (What the hell does that mean anyway???) Tyra knows damn well that no modeling agency, client or photographer wants to see an overweight model (by overweight I mean the 105 pound 5'10 amazon). If she really cared about how those girls felt, she wouldn't have kept Janice Dickinson on the show for 3 seasons....

To drive her point home, Tyra had various models on the show including a delusional in denial Euro Trash model with a serious eating disorder who was more than happy to point out that the model sitting next to her was fat, insinuating that she gorges herself on Happy Meals every night. After a heated discussion over "body image" (that term was thrown around all over the place), Tyra removed the superficial models off the stage and brought on the "real person", a suburban mom who is all of 70 pounds and on the verge of death. Tyra did her typical "Oprah" moves and leaned in, resting her elbow on her knee for her in depth emotional interview.

Am I the only one seeing this??? Tyra is still making money off of other people's insecurities over body image. Just because you invite it on your show and provide treatment, doesn't mean that you aren't exploiting the issue for your own gain. While I agree that it's irrelevant that Tyra has gained 30 pounds since giving up modeling, I don't believe that Tyra still isn't making money off of image. It's the only thing she knows; she's been doing it almost half her life. All I can say is that the view must be great from that high horse she sits on.....

A Comfort Food Favorite

Many of you have inspired me to cook and share some of my favorite comfort food. When I was a child, my father made Menudo on a regular basis; a staple of the Mexican diet. Although I loved the Menudo, I was not a fan of the tripe. My mother would always remove the tripe from my serving so I could enjoy. As an adult, I discovered Pozole. It was an answer to my prayers; the best of Menudo without the tripe. Here is my favorite Pozole recipe.


Green Pozole with Chicken

9 cups water
1 Turkish or 1/2 California bay leaf
1 large white onion, halved lengthwise and thinly sliced
6 garlic cloves, chopped
2 1/2 teaspoons salt
3 lb skinless boneless chicken thighs
1/2 cup hulled (green) pumpkin seeds (not roasted; 2 1/4 oz)
1 lb tomatillos, husked
2 fresh jalapeño chiles, quartered (including seeds)
3/4 cup chopped fresh cilantro
1 teaspoon dried epazote or oregano (preferably Mexican), crumbled
2 tablespoons vegetable oil
2 (15-oz) cans white hominy, rinsed and drained (I usually double this)

Accompaniments: diced radish; cubed avocado tossed with lime juice; shredded white cabbage; chopped white onion with chopped cilantro and lime wedges.


Cook chicken:
Bring 8 cups water, bay leaf, half of onion, half of garlic, and 1 teaspoon salt to a boil, covered, in a 6-quart heavy pot, then reduce heat and simmer 10 minutes. Add chicken and poach at a bare simmer, uncovered, skimming off any foam, until just cooked through, about 20 minutes. Transfer chicken to a cutting board to cool. Pour broth through a fine-mesh sieve into a large bowl, discarding solids, and reserve. When chicken is cool enough to handle, coarsely shred with your fingers.


Make sauce while chicken cools:
Cook pumpkin seeds in a dry small skillet over low heat, stirring occasionally, until puffed but not browned (seeds will pop as they puff), 6 to 7 minutes. Transfer to a bowl to cool completely, then finely grind in coffee/spice grinder.



Simmer tomatillos and remaining onion in remaining cup water in a 3-quart saucepan, covered, until tender, about 10 minutes. Drain vegetables and purée in a blender with jalapeños, 1/4 cup cilantro, epazote, remaining garlic, and remaining 1 1/2 teaspoons salt.



Heat oil in a 4- to 5-quart heavy pot over moderately high heat until hot but not smoking, then add purée (use caution as it will splatter and steam). Cook, uncovered, stirring frequently, until thickened, about 10 minutes. Stir in pumpkin seeds and 1 cup reserved broth and simmer 5 minutes. Stir in shredded chicken, hominy, and 3 more cups (I sometimes will add 2-3 additional cups of the broth to account for the extra hominy) reserved broth and simmer, partially covered, 20 minutes.

Nadine waiting for the Pozole

Serve pozole in deep bowls with accompaniments and toasted corn tortillas.

My, How You've Grown!

a promotional picture from his West End play, Equus

First Dakota Fanning and now this.....is the world ready for a sexy Harry Potter??????

Are you getting fresh with me????

DUCK SURVIVES IN FRIDGE AND DEATH IN SURGERY

POSTED: 7:17 am PST January 29, 2007

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Call him Lazarus -- and then some.

Veterinarians in Florida say a plucky duck that survived two days in a refrigerator after being shot by a hunter has done it again -- this time after apparently dying on the operating table.Perky had been shot earlier this month and put into the hunter's refrigerator. Then the hunter's wife opened the door and the duck lifted its head, giving her a scare.Saturday, Perky was declared dead during surgery, but veterinarians said it perked up a few seconds later after some chest compressions and oxygen.Wildlife rehabilitator Noni Beck of Goose Creek Wildlife Sanctuary said the duck is sensitive to the anesthesia and won't be having surgery again anytime soon.

This post was especially for Tanya, my friend who believes in the beauty of all living things.

The Friday Night Tasting

I am sure that many of us have seen the movie Sideways. And, for any wine geeks like myself, it is akin to Citizen Kane. I was so obsessed with this movie, that I went out and purchased the novel. And, as with most movies, the book was infinitely better. That is not to say that the movie wasn't still great, but I longed to see the additional chapters and scenes in the book played out by the two characters in the movie.

The initial chapter of the book starts with a Friday night tasting at a local wine bar that the main character, Miles, routinely attends. The narrative of the cast of characters at the tasting was genius.... You had the wine snob that carried around his Riedel Sommlier Grand Cru Burgundy glasses in a velvet lined box; only to end up drinking $15.00 Pinot in his $90.00 glass. Then, the frightened wine rep huddled in the corner grasping the last bottle of the tasting as if she was guarding the lost arc. And lastly, the various drunken oenophiles causing general disruption while arguing the nuances of the wine. As I read the chapter, I found the exaggerated scene completely entertaining if not a bit over the top. That was until Craig started working at a new wine bar in town as a consultant.

Friday night tastings usually showcase one or two wineries with several varietals from each. If the bar is really lucky, a rep from the winery will be in attendance with wine in tow as they work the room. Generally, I stay away from the Friday night tasting. After a long week at work, I really don't want to fight for a spot at the bar to drink my $5.00 flight, when I could be relaxing at home with my very own bottle of wine and catching up with my TIVO . However, I had dropped a co-worker off near the wine bar and decided to bite the bullet. As luck would have it, there was an opening right in the middle of the bar next to one of the regulars, Tom, and right in Craig's line of pouring. Since I am an avid people watcher, I looked forward to checking out the scene. Tom and I had meet a couple of times before and he remembered that I had catered the Champagne tasting the previous month. We chatted back and forth about wine and local restaurants, the general foodie chatter.... During our conversation, a large group to my left waved to get my attention.



"Are you Michelle, Craig's girlfriend? We were starting to think that you didn't exist."

They were all staring at me with smiles. I felt obligated to do or say something brilliant.... But, all I could come up with was.... "Yes; did you think I was a figment of his imagination?" They sent over a pour from the bottle they were consuming. Now I had three glasses of wine in front of me. The evening was looking better and better. I raised my glass to them and thanked them for the gift. They went back to talking amongst themselves and I resumed my conversation with Tom. However, Tom and I were having a difficult time hearing one another over a pompous ass sitting on the far right of the bar.

I turned my attention to the ass... I noticed that he had two open bottles sitting in front of him that I did not recognize, two glasses that had writing on them that the bar did not carry, a stack of business cards, and a wine bag (usually a insulated backpack that most wine salesmen use). My mind immediately jumped to a conversation that I had with Craig a few weeks earlier about a local vintner that had shown up one Friday bringing in his own wine and pouring it into glasses of the bar's patrons while asking the bar owners if his winery can be showcased in an upcoming Friday tasting..... This was that guy!!! And, he was up to the same thing even though he was asked to not do so.... He was trying to make eye contact with me after he noticed that my wine glass was on the verge of being empty. Was I then next intended victim to have his swill poured into my glass???

Soon enough, the large party on my left was opening up their second bottle and the noise level was beginning to elevate. Eventually, the majority of patrons had abandoned the flight tasting and were now taking full bottles from the retail side to open and enjoy. Mr. Ass and Mrs. Ass were debating about what to do for dinner. They decided to order sushi from the restaurant a few doors down because, as Mr. Ass put it, "I still have three bottles of wine in my bag". This guy was unbelievable. He comes in, brings his own wine, starts pouring his swill into the glasses of others and he is going to hunker down with a plate of sashimi from the sushi restaurant. Doesn't he understand how this looks? If you're pouring free wine into people's glasses, they won't buy anything from the bar, let alone purchase anything from the retail side.

Eventually, the asses were ambushing patrons, criticizing the bar's pour and offering up their swill. When they had run out of wine glasses, they sent their ambush victims to request empty glasses from the staff. This became a bit of a production after the staff questioned why they needed an empty glass and what wine were they drinking. The gentleman explained that he was being offered wine from a patron and they had run out of glasses. The staff was fuming and the asses realized that they had been spotted.... The staff was now huddled together questioning the ambush victim and discussing the audacity of Mr. Ass amongst themselves. Around this time, one of the owners of the bar had just arrived and was informed of the disruption (more huddling). She went over and requested that they cease and desist, so to speak. Mr. and Mrs Ass get an earful as she explains that it's disrespectful to their business as well as the winery that they are showcasing during this evening's tasting. She coolly levels the final blow by asking them, "And how would you feel if we allowed someone to do this to you during your tasting or conducted ourselves this way in your place of business? Please do not pour anymore of your wine for our guests. Please just put it away." Dirty Harriet was in the house.

Following their tongue lashing, the asses finished their sushi in silence, settled up their bill and quietly limped out of the bar. At the other end of the bar, other forms of ambushing continued, at least for me. The rowdy party to my left had moved closer to my direction and started to engage me in a conversation about Wal Mart and Costco. One of the ladies slurred her hatred for the big W and informed me that she was from Marin....."iiss hard when you come fro where I come from. iiss not easssy to shop in those shhtores." I swear I felt a bit of her spit hit my face. No longer was this scene reminiscent of "Sideways"....I was getting a definite "Barfly" feel. Any moment Mickey Rourke was going to saddled down beside me.

It may have been my first and last Friday night tasting......

Stop the Insanity!!!

Will this trainwreck ever burn out??????

"And how would you like your anus prepared?"

Last night I watched one of my favorite shows, Anthony Bourdain: No Reservations. Let me start with a little background on Mr. Bourdain. Currently, he is the executive chef of Brasserie Les Halles and rose to fame after penning the tell all book, Kitchen Confidential. For those of us in the culinary world, it was a must read page turner. Anthony exposed all the dirty little secrets of kitchens from the most respected restaurants to the neighborhood dives. What I love most about Tony is his sarcastic wit and his love of all things culinary.

In addition to his chef duties, he hosts a show on the Travel Channel. We get to experience travel through Tony and his belief that one should be a traveler, not a tourist. This means that our man may find himself in some very odd places eating some very scary things.

This week he ventured to Namibia (yes, that Namibia where Brangelina took center stage awaiting the birth of their daughter, Shilo). The show started out simply enough with Anthony at a mussel farm and eating some street food, but soon enough, he had join the bushmen to experience the hunt and preparation of their dietary staples.

At first, the bushmen lead Tony to an ostrich egg find. Okay, that seems rather harmless.....that's until you find out how it is prepared. The bushmen then cracked the egg into the dirt and remnants of a previous fire. They then covered the egg in additional dirt and soot to allow the egg to cook in the heat of the bush. After what seemed like an eternity, they handed Tony a pile of the egg. Just imagine dropping your IHOP omelet in the dirt...

Considering that this is what the bushmen survive on, Tony had no choice but to be gracious as he quietly picked out dirt clods and ash from his "Ostrich Omelet". After "brunch" Tony was then led on a warthog hunting expedition...

For some reason, images of the meal to follow were not added to the show's website....I wonder why??? After slaughtering and cooking every conceivable part of the hog, they offered Tony the delicacy of the beast. You guessed it! Warthog Anus....YUM! If you have a squeamish stomach you may not want to read any further.....

Apparently, if the anus is full, it is more of a delicacy and this warthog was packing. I have to hand it to Tony, not only did he take a bite, he finished his portion and complimented the chef. WHOA! I remember when he was in Iceland and had deemed a dish of putrid aged cured fish as the worst thing that he has ever eaten. I suspect that this opinion has changed and rightfully so. Tony believes that in order to truly travel in a foreign country, you must be fearless in your willingness to experience all that is offered. Never more, has this belief been put to the test.

Now, I ask you....some of us are willing to kiss some ass, but how many of us are prepared to eat it?????

School Assembly or Dildo Party?

So, one of the ladies at work hosted a "Passion Party" at her home. Some of us were there to pick up a few things and some of us were there to get our drink on and giggle every time someone used the word "penis". I fell into the later category. It seems the older I get, the more invitations I receive to these events..... I consider it cheap entertainment...alcohol and sex talk.

For those who know me, it should not come as any shock that I was a bit disappointed when I found out that there would not be any alcoholic beverages provided. Let me get this straight....you actually expect us to pass around various creams, gels, lubricants, dildos and vibrators at 3:00 on a Saturday afternoon while sober.... WHAT???!!!!

Due to my alcohol deprived hostile attitude, I fell into the "misbehaving" group. We stood in the back of the room and every time we cracked a joke or laughed amongst ourselves, people would whip around and give us the evil eye. I was immediately transported back to high school. During school assemblies, I would sit at the top of the bleachers with my friends and crack jokes... We were always given "the eye" and a quick, "shh!!".

At some point during the dildo party, someone even told us to behave. Why do we have to behave at a dildo party??? I mean, isn't that the whole point...misbehaving? Exactly how is it that someone can be uptight while voluntarily holding a green vibrator in one hand and a jar of Nipple Nibblers in the other hand???? Eventually, the three of us gave up trying to behave and amused ourselves......

Tanya has found some goodies......

As did I and....

Dena....

Eventually, we headed out to dinner and some much needed "cocktails"... after sharing our cock tales. Destination....BJ's Brewhouse (I can't seem to get away from the double entendres... ). After dinner, it was off to the Limelight where things started to loosen up....

The infamous "White Russian"

Michelle and Dena are starting to feel NO pain

Did someone tell Tanya she's cut off???

...I've got nothing, I have no idea what is going on in this picture

Eventually, we all start to realize that some pictures may be incriminating.....

We have not include these lovely ladies names to protect their identities...

We are now doing our best to shield ourselves from the paparazzi for fear that we may be featured on TMZ.com....

Perhaps we should suggest throwing the next dildo party at the Limelight......

Lamb...the other cute meat

The other day I grilled a butterflied leg of lamb for dinner. I served it with sweet potato fries and buttered French green beans. I take my lamb very seriously and take great pleasure in its preparation. I usually make a paste of Kalamata olives, lemon zest, fruity olive oil, fresh garlic, rosemary, dried figs, cherry preserves and port. If time allows, I marinate the lamb for several hours and bring it to room temperature just before placing it on the grill. After it has been grilled to a perfect medium rare, we must exercise great restraint as we allow the meat to rest for a full 20 minutes to allow the juices to redistribute. It is so excruciating to wait as the smell travels throughout the house and we satisfy ourselves with wine until the 20 minutes are up. It is truly one of our favorite meals.

So, I ran into an acquaintance at the market and we got to talking about what the other had for dinner, what the other was making for dinner.... Since we had just enjoyed the lamb the previous night, I rattled off my menu but was stopped mid-dish.

"You eat lamb? But they're so cute." As I listen to her "cute" commentary, I was getting the sense that this conversation was not going well.

"Yes, we love lamb." In my head, I started to picture adorable lambs adorning baby blankets and nursery motifs. I almost felt like a monster.

"I just don't think that I can eat something knowing that at one time it was such an adorable animal."

I needed to defend my tastes.... "You eat chicken, right?"

" Yeah, chicken, fish, some pork and beef...but mostly chicken and fish."

"So, let me get this straight...you don't eat cute animals. Therefore, chicken and fish...not so cute?"

"Well....no, I wouldn't say that, but I feel more comfortable staying away from lamb, veal, suckling pig, baby quail....you know" (The Cute Pack of the meat world)

"Isn't that some sort of discrimination? Don't you feel weird knowing that you are eating something based on looks? Does your husband know that you think this way????" I added a little laugh at the end to lighten things up, but I was totally serious.

The shallow eater shrugged her shoulders, giggled, made some excuse about being late and took off. Then a thought popped in my head.... baby quail. I haven't had baby quail in FOREVER. I immediately headed over to the butcher.

HUH?

PANDA BEAR TOO OVERWEIGHT TO MATE

POSTED: 6:54 am PST January 17, 2007

BANGKOK, Thailand -- Sex and fat don't mix, at least not for Chuang Chuang the panda.Zoo keepers said he is too overweight to mate.Now, Chuang Chuang is on a strict bamboo leaf diet at the Chiang Mai Zoo in northern Thailand.Zoo officials hope the weight-loss regime will get Chuang Chuang in shape for making some panda whoopee. The zoo keepers said they also might try showing their animals some panda porn to get them in the mood.

Copyright 2007 by The Associated Press. All rights reserved. This material may not be published, broadcast, rewritten or redistributed.

After I read this I was completely depressed. As if we aren't obsessed enough about our appearance and our ability to seduce others, we now have to read that panda bears are suffering the same fate. If I start to see panda erectile disfunction medication commercials on TV...I am sooooo moving to a cave.

I just don't like....confrontation

Over the years, I have dealt with a family situation that is less than ideal. And, for a long time, I wasn't aware that my family was any different than any other family. Under the age of 5, my world was confined to my immediate family and my exposure to the outside world was very limited. It wasn't until I was placed in the social situation of school, that I started to see different families and recognized that my family was very different. Although I love my parents, they made it extremely difficult to like them. My father has struggled, battling the bottle for as long as I can remember and my mother had no coping skills often relying on medication to escape. Things were very volatile in my household and being an only child made an already awful situation, worse. As a child, I was very shy and introverted spending my days with my nose in a book. I never struggled to be heard, I never demanded their attention, I never felt that I was worthy, and I never thought it mattered. Through all of this, the one skill I did develop was the ability to avoid confrontation...no matter what. Even if something was important to me, I found it easier to give in and give up. When things became unpleasant, I would search for peace never considering that I could fight back. After years of therapy and life, I have learned to stand strong, speak up and demand nothing less than what is best for me. However, even with all this progress, I still have issues with confrontation.

Recently, a friend came to "confront" an issue. He is married to one of my best friends and has become a dear friend to me as well. His wife and I were friends for years and became very close following my separation and divorce from my husband. We were inseparable and took complete joy in each others company. I even introduced her to her husband. At the time, we had both met and fell in love with amazing men. As with any of us, when we fall in love and create a life with someone, our priorities shift and ultimately, things change. It would be impossible for us to retain the type of friendship we had before because we were both making room in our lives for others. I found myself continuing to call my friend but started to realize that I was calling more and she was calling less....based more on my perception and less on reality. To be honest, I came to the conclusion that she had less time and space for me in her life. I couldn't blame her, he made her so very happy and they wanted nothing less than to spend as much time with each other as possible. It was around this time that my mother's health took a turn for the worst and I found myself dealing with my father alcoholism as I tried to better the situation for my mother. Time started to pass and the communication between my friend and I became less and less frequent. I was slipping into old patterns and as more time passed, the more paralyzed I became to confront the situation between us. Eventually, I communicated mostly with her husband since he and I work together. I know someone was waiting to talk about the "pink elephant" in the room, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. I feared the possible rejection...I missed her terribly and at a time in my life where our friendship could mean the difference between a good day and a bad day, I felt as though the time to say something had gone by and I could only blame myself.

It has been 3 years since the gulf started to spread and I still find myself wanting to pick up the phone to share a tidbit of gossip, a story, a laugh or even a good cry. Things have started to settle down again. After a long illness, my mother passed away last year and I can now focus on the things that I have procrastinated about. I still don't like confrontation, but I know that if someone is important enough to you, sometimes you have to stare down the beast. I don't want another day to go by with the knowledge that things could be different and that I did nothing to affect change. Of course, my confrontation of choice will most likely be a letter. Is it still confrontation if it's not done in person? I never said that I wouldn't "tweak" the idea of confrontation, did I?

Top Chef....Did I hear that correctly???

Last night on Top Chef, the final 6 contestants broke up into two teams to create a restaurant concept in an unfinished space, as well as a four course meal for 24 patrons. One team comprised of Sam, my personal favorite, Mike, a local boy to us here in Sacramento and finally, the evil Ilan, a rather immature fellow, opted for a rustic Italian concept. I was actually looking forward to seeing their recipes since I was such a Sam fan... But, they dropped the bomb of all bombs. As they listed off their various menu items, I was grateful for my Tivo.

"...and for dessert, we are serving Watermelon "Gnocchi" with Cabrales Blue Cheese and Asiago Cream" (which they "bruleed" before serving).

What? Did I hear that correctly? I played it again. Yes, I did hear that.... I could actually feel my stomach curdle. But, I had such faith in Sam, that I believed that he could pull it off. Up to this point, everything that he has made, I have wanted to eat. Then, I got a look at the final product. If you are at all squeamish please avert your eyes...

Innovation and creativity are the cornerstones of any great chef... (Ferran Adria is one of my favorite chefs) Food is one thing that is experienced with all five of our senses. But, with great power comes great responsibility, any chef worth their weight cannot stray from the most basic of rules.....bottom line, it has to taste good. I loved every ingredient in this dish; watermelon, blue cheese, asiago cream....but together??? And, I was really having a hard time wrapping my head around the fact that they bruleed it at the end. Does this mean that the watermelon was now.....warmish???? Luke warm watermelon and blue cheese? And to top it all off, they didn't serve any alcohol whatsoever... Normally, when confronted with something that doesn't taste good, I can usually count on wine, or beer to mask the flavors on my tongue.

Thankfully, Sam was spared and our local boy, Michael was sent packing. My hope is that Sam took a lesson from the lashing he received from the judges table and we NEVER have to see a monstrosity like that dish ever again.....

One crab, two crab, three crab, four...

Last night I decided to answer my craving for crab. The local Nugget Market had whole dungeness crab on sale, so I headed over after work. I love this store.... I usually head immediately down the cheese aisle. You've got to love a store that has a full time cheese expert waiting to meet your every cheese need. I picked up some Argentine Parmesan and Manchego. Since I needed time to marinate my steak (Surf and Turf was the goal) I decided to get a move on and pick up my crab. As I approached the fish counter, I saw a group of women waiting to be served. All but one were patiently waiting their turn. We had a beast in the pack.... (anyone remember Ursula the Sea Witch from The Little Mermaid?)






In an over exaggerated manner, she shifted her rather substantial girth from one leg, then the other, rattled her keys quite loudly, tapped her perfectly manicured nail on the handle of her grocery cart and then sighed for the benefit of the gentleman behind the fish counter. Finally, she could no longer be satisfied with her passive aggressive body language and decided to verbalize her frustration. "Excuuuse me. Isn't there someone else that can help us? Or, do you mean to tell me that you are the only one working here?" I must give credit to our fish steward. He was apologetic and kindly explained that his co-worker was on a lunch break and he would help us all as quickly as possible. The beast would not be tamed... "What? Who the hell goes on a lunch break at 5:00 in the evening?" I wanted to answer her question...."Those not fortunate enough to have a 9-5 job", but I was afraid. She was double my size and in a piss-poor mood. It was the first time that I was gratefully for not being a size 2. Finally, the fish steward waited on the beast. She wanted four crab, oh yeah, "And I would like them cracked and cleaned" I could actually see his face grimace as he had to informed her that this would be an additional $2.00 a pound for the crack and clean. I swear I heard the beast snarl.... "The other man that works here did it for me and didn't charge me. Are you new or something?" (I have been going to this market for the better part of two years....this guy was definitely NOT new) Again, he apologized but explained that this is what they charged for the service. She looked to the rest of us for support.... We all became completely enthralled with the ground, the ceiling, the salami display. Don't make eye contact...you may turn to stone. Once she realized that her attack was not gaining her any allies, the switch flipped and she slapped the phoniest smile on her mug and graciously said, "Oh, no problem, I will crack and clean them at home". Telepathically I was sending a message to the fish steward...quick, wrap up the crab and send the beast on her way...don't even think of asking her if she would like anything else...please, I beg of you. After he handed her the crabs, her voice went through a metamorphosis. In a syrupy sweet beauty pageant voice she said, "Thank you so much and have a wonderful evening". However, she didn't quite pull it off...she ended her sentence with just the barest touch of sarcasm and then walked away. As I watched the distance between us and the beast became larger and larger, I started to sing a song in my head, "One crab, two crab, three crab, four, say a loving goodbye to the miserable whore"

Assume: Making an Ass out of just you....

Recently, I have come to suspect that I may be intolerant to gluten. So, I have had to make some major changes to my diet....no more of my favorite cereal in the morning, no quick muffin or scone or bagel... You get the picture. So, I headed down to the cafeteria for some breakfast. While they were cooking my order, I collected my condiments: ketchup, salt, and pepper. After I had dropped the salt packet into my bag, the operator of the cafeteria walked up to me and in a very loud voice so EVERYONE can hear said, "You know, those cost money." I was shocked. Did he assume and then accuse me of giving myself the five finger discount for a few packets of ketchup???? I whirled around and said, "No shit, that's why I am buying something!" I was pissed. And do you think that he apologized for labeling me a thief in front of eveyone? Hell no. He practically ran to the back of the kitchen. The cooks, my fellow co-workers, and anyone else in the vicinity looked in awe at what just happened. Now my eggs and hash browns were tainted with false accusations.... If I hadn't been starving I would have told him where to put my breakfast order. I love Mondays.....

Does she not own a mirror????

Things That Make You Go Hmmm......

Are my eyes deceiving me or is Jane Fonda copping a feel on La Lohan (aka Fire Crotch)???

Are you in line????

Exactly how clueless are people???? I decided to head downstairs to the cafeteria to get something to drink. After I made my selection, I stood in line with my chosen drink and money in hand. It was at this time that I felt a tap on my shoulder and a woman asked, "Are you in line?" I responded with a "Yep" and turned back around.

Are you kidding me? What was your first clue? A line of people? Me standing in the line of people with drink and money in hand? I should have looked at her as if she had offended me and said, "Uhm, no.... I usually come down here around lunchtime, carry around juice and cash and then get behind other people while enjoying the atmosphere of my lovely government office cafeteria."

In another classic moment....I was recently downtown and had just parked my car near the Starbucks. Lucky me, there were still 20 minutes left on my parking meter so I started to rush inside to get my coffee. In mid-stride, a woman stopped me and asked, "Are all the parking spots metered? I just needed to run in here for a moment". I wanted to laugh but realized that she was being quite sincere. In my head I was thinking, does she actually believe that the city has a few parking spots here and there that aren't metered just in case you have to run in somewhere just for a moment? I confirmed the bad news and left her to process the information as I headed in for my coffee. Priceless....

I just love people, they never cease to amaze me.

Feelin' the Love at the Trader Joe's

I must say that after years of working in the customer service industry, I give a lot of leeway to those in the "line of battle". I even pride myself on being one of those customers that goes out of my way to make things easier. So, when I run into someone that is so obvious in their contempt of my utter existence I find myself being rather unsympathetic.....

As is customary in our home, on the first of the month we make a b-line to Trader Joe's to stock up. I love Trader Joe's, but the place is always packed, so I have to plan my visit at just the right time. We headed over after 6:00 pm hoping it would be on the slow side.... Since we had depleted our house of all food, we had quite a full cart. The place was busy but not slammed. I wheeled my cart over to the checkout and Craig headed over to the GNC a few doors down. When I looked up at the checker, he seemed annoyed that I was in his line. Now, I know that I had alot of items in my cart, but what is the difference between ringing up my very large purchase and ringing up many small purchases? Each item still needs to be scanned, each item still needs to be bagged.

As if his apparent annoyance wasn't enough communication, he decided to verbalize his frustration to me as well. "Wow, I guess I won't have to ask you if you found everything that you needed...." I felt the other people in line stare at me and then watched them as they headed to other lines. Now it was just me and Mr. Sensitivity. Every time someone would enter the stand, he would say "You're better off going to another line, this could take a while." Now, I was getting embarrassed and mad. But somehow, I found myself apologizing for making my HUMONGOUS purchase. "Yeah, we haven't been to the store lately with all the holiday festivities...." He responded first with silence and then with a heavy sigh. I then tried the empathetic approach. " I bet you guys are glad that the holidays are over, it such a madhouse in here around Christmas and New Years." To which he responds, " I haven't really noticed the difference, it feels just as busy to me"(long stare in my direction). It was at this point that I decided to stand my ground. By way of his body language, he was hoping that I would take pity on him and start assisting with the bagging of my groceries. I just let the counter get deeper and deeper with all my purchases, rummaged in my purse for chapstick, picked lint off of my shirt and finally leaned my elbow on the check writing counter carefully cupping my chin in my hand as he very indelicately bagged my groceries. It was about this time that Craig had returned and remarked that he thought I would be done checking out. "Yeah, me too...." I replied and then shot a very large grin toward the direction of Mr. Sensitivity. Was my sarcasm lost on him? I guess I will never know...

After he was done bagging I handed him the cash, $121.06 which included a hundred dollar bill. Again, another sigh as he held up the bill to the light to check its authenticity. Finally, he handed me the receipt and we were on are way..... "Happy New Year" I cheerfully said as I headed toward the door. I think we were both happy to be done with each other. Just as we left the store, I heard the next customer in line respond to his hello with, "I hate that you guys always stop carrying the things that I buy. I have half a mind to stop shopping here....." I didn't get to hear the rest of her tirade, but I felt a little satisfaction in knowing that my BIG purchase was looking pretty good after all.....

I am so in love.....with my dogs

I generally get weird looks from people when I subject them to stories regarding my dogs.... I tell them what funny thing they did during dinner, how well they behaved on a long car ride or what sweet thing they did to get me out of bed to start the day. Normally I am met with questions like, "You took your dogs to the bike store and they let them in? Your dogs sleep on your bed?" Don't these people realized that I look at them the same way when I have to listen to their ridiculous stories about their children???????

Polly Perfect Parent says, "Skilor and Ohwen (notice the unique spelling...how are they ever going to find a keychain with their name on it at The Happiest Place on Earth?) are both taking Spanish classes from a tutor. They are doing so well that they are able to communicate with Consuela (the housekeeper) to prepare their afternoon snacks" I am sure that Consuela is just loving the fact that these six year old twins are giving her orders....

"Oh, and Kelan our 9 month old has just starting an infant self actualization class" Now, I was under the impression that little boys were quite capable of self actualization without the need to be taught. Has anyone ever given a bath to a little boy that has just discovered his own one-eyed snake???

So on and on these stories go. Society tells me that I should not be annoyed, that these are stories about the future leaders of our country, that it is against nature that as a woman, I am not the least bit interested in hearing about any of this. Although these stories are sweet, funny and at times, annoying....we are forgetting the next step in the evolutionary process....adolescence.

The other stories I hear about children are not told but rather overheard, no more boasting from Polly Perfect Parent anymore..... When I first started my office job, I would hear women all around me conducting small battles in their cubicles with their children over the phone. "No, you cannot go to the mall. Because I said so. I don't even know this Myles. Have I met his parents? We have had this discussion before and if I come home and your friends are hanging out and your homework isn't being done, you are grounded again. Well, you can hate me if you want, but when you live under my roof, you live by my rules. That's right, and when you're eighteen you can move out, support yourself and do whatever you want, but you have two more years to go and you can live them tough or you can live them right. It is totally up to you. I am not going to discuss this anymore. I am at work and I don't have time for this. "

Where were all those sweet stories? They were few and far between. Now I heard how many different counselors they had dragged their children to see. How they had to go to two parent/teacher conferences within the last month, etc etc. Again, I listen, but now I feel an internal smirk. You see, my children, my dogs, have never caused this kind of stress in my life. They love me no matter how I look, what I am wearing, how poor or rich I am, or how much or how little time I spend with them. They never hold it against me when I scold them. They never talk back, call me at inappropriate times or make me cry. Actually, I can cry buckets around them and they will just cuddle a little closer, a little tighter and lick my tears off of my face. I am completely in love with them because they give so much more than they take. Please don't think I am some kind of child hater. I am not. I am however, not buying into the fact that I have to love children and the idea of children just because society says that I should. So, in a world where I must tolerate people's choices to have children, I would really like the same in return. In this perfect, tolerant world, the next time I adopt a dog, I will have friends and family throw me a puppy shower. It seems perfectly fair to me.

Happy New Year

Well, we had a very low key New Year's. I have been feeling a bit under the weather and had just catered a champagne tasting the night before for 40+ people, so my energy was definitely running on empty. Craig was kind enough to pick up something for dinner to ring in the new year. We had buffalo tri tip and Caesar salad....yum! Of course, we had yummy bubbly and when adding bubbly to a holiday, it always brings on a dog humiliation photo session....ta da!

After dinner and humiliation, we had dessert, lemon curd mousse with fresh raspberries and toasted pistachios. Unfortunately, we were subjected to some questionable television New Year's Eve talent. I am still not sure who the "Jersey Boys" are....

We made it to just midnight and tucked ourselves into bed. I know, totally boring, but it was just what I needed.

Happy New Year to All!!

A Confession

I hate to say it….I have an addiction, Reality Television. I know, don’t even say it. It is the worst of the worst. However, since the very first episode of The Real World some 10+ years ago, I have been hooked. I know I have some major voyeur issues.

Many years ago, a gay couple that I am very good friends with had recently added to their family. He was a beautiful Dalmatian with blue eyes named Orbit. We would load Orbit into the car and drive down to the high rent district of midtown and walk the dog. Of course, we were exercising dear Orbit, but it was a great excuse to peer into the windows of those much more privileged than ourselves. Sometimes we would circle a block several times if a certain house and its inhabitants peaked our interest. I realize that this was my first foray into the “reality watching” world. I love watching people, we are a fascinating bunch.

Last night, I indulged in an episode of Bridezillas followed by Top Chef. I sat on the couch shocked at the behavior of the bride named Marsha. There aren’t words in the English language to accurately describe this woman. No one would stick around long enough to try. She was awful. I was hooked. At one point, she made the groom cry…cry on national television for everyone to see. And still, he was moving forward with the wedding plans. Apparently, I had caught the second in a three episode arch featuring this particular bride. I didn’t think I could stand a minute more of the tongue lashing that she was inflicting on dear Archie. So, I pressed the selection button on the remote to find upcoming episodes so I could Tivo the next installment. I couldn’t help myself. Needless to say, Top Chef couldn’t hold a candle to what I had just witnessed. So what if someone’s risotto was overcooked and under-seasoned or someone was a bit heavy handed with the balsamic. Poor Archie just had his pair ripped off by Marsha in the Tony Roma’s parking lot. Doesn’t anybody care????!!!!

You see, I had the family that other people watched from their front door. Let’s just put it this way, my mother and father were not very fond of one another and made no attempt to hide this information from me or anyone else. So, there is a reason that I am compelled to watch these meltdowns much in the same way that our neighbors watched ours as they said, “I would never do that, I would never say that, I am so much better than these people….I feel sorry for these people.” I clean my conscience with the knowledge that all of these reality TV participants are volunteering and compensated for their on air humiliation. So, I watch in shock, sometimes in disbelief knowing that basically I am a Peeping Tom on a global scale. Until I see a case of Reality TV addiction on the next episode of Intervention (by the way, a great reality show on A&E) I will manage my habit on my own….maybe in a healthier way….people watching outside the local Java City and reading other people’s blogs. This is my therapy for these economically challenged times.

Happy People Watching!

Christmas 2006

Well, it is officially over….Christmas that is. Once I pulled my car out of the garage headed in the direction of work, the holiday had officially ended. I have included some pictures of the festivities and the loot that I received.

As you can see, we did not get a tree this year. Our dog Jerry Lee was a new addition to the family this year and I let fear get the best of me. After he ate three TV remotes, a car sunshade, a pillowcase and his very own foot, I was rather concerned about his plans for the holiday decor. Why tempt fate after you have to purchase a replacement Tivo remote on ebay??? So, we loving placed our gifts under the "Christmas Ficus". Just as expected, on Christmas Eve, Craig asked if I had any gift bags, etc to "wrap" his gifts. After much wine was consumed, we headed right into our favorite holiday tradition of humiliating our dogs and preserving the moment....

If looks could kill......

This looks more like a lost Mardi Gras weekend than Christmas.....

Smiling through the pain......

Wrestling with the family pet to capture a moment of humiliation.....priceless.

After we completed our "photo session" it was off to bed. Christmas morning was on the horizon and I was dying to see what goodies I had waiting for me. Craig was the first out of bed in the morning after Jerry Lee made it a point to jump on the bed to lick, chew and scratch every available space on his body and my very "subtle nudges" with my foot were not making him stop. Soon I could hear the coffee grinder and that wonderful smell made its way down the hall. I drifted in and out of sleep until Jerry decided to perform an encore of his act.... Fine, I was getting up. However, once I was up with my coffee in hand, Craig went back to bed to catch up on ESPN. WHAT?????!!!!!!!! I bounded down the hall...."Aren't we opening presents?" He tells me he needs to wake up first, blah, blah blah..... Truly, the rest was lost on me. I wanted to open presents and unless he was telling me that, I heard nothing. Finally, after an hour, Craig finds his way back to the living room to open presents. Of course, the dogs opened some of their gifts first.....nice big squeaky noisy balls that they chased around. Yeah! At least that was one way to wake Craig up. We took turns opening our gifts and I can honestly say that both of us did very well for each other... I bought Craig an IPOD Shuffle, a subscription to Guitar Techniques Magazine, a watch, and cycling gear. My bounty is displayed below...

A Reserve bottle of Cab...paired with one of four Riedel Sommlier Grand Cru Burgundy glasses!!!!!

Beauty Goodies from Orgins....he knows me so well

and

A Columbia microfiber polar fleece....

Now, that the festivities are all over, I have a case of the blues. However, Valentine's Day is just around the corner.....I feel some hint dropping coming on.

Here's to a Happy New Year!

Update: Christmas Gift Standoff of 2006

Day 22 of the Christmas Gift Standoff and no relief or presents in sight. Surprise, surprise. It is hard for me to believe that we are 3 days away from the big event and I have yet to see one shred of Christmas wrap, one beautiful bow. I even brought home all the gifts I have been given by co-workers and placed them very carefully so he can see that other people in the world not only bought me gifts but wrapped them. I would hope that the shame that others had beaten him to the punch would sting so badly that he would have a pile of goodies waiting for me tonight...... My sick little obsession would not leave me alone and when I went to bed, a vision of presents popped into my head...

Okay, so maybe I am expecting too much... And maybe, just maybe, by putting Craig's gifts out so early for him to see, it caused gift anxiety and gift peer pressure. But, doesn't he realize how happy he will make me if I had my own gifts to treasure, touch, shake, hold up to the light, steam open the tape, use and re-wrap????

I wracked my brain trying to remember what hints I had given him over the last few months.... A new chef's knife? Gucci perfume? Wine glasses? The anticipation is killing me! However, my competitive nature has now kicked in and I want my presents to him to kick ass over his presents to me. Deep down I want to show that I know him better than he knows me. Is anybody following this??? Probably not.

I just spoke to him a few minutes ago and before I hung up the phone I wished him "happy gift wrapping" Too obvious??? He gave a nervous chuckle, mumbled something about the weather and ended the call. I don't think he took me seriously. There has apparently been a break down in communication or he has lost his copy of "The Perfect Man Manual". If another day passes without a present, he will need to fall back on the old stand by..."would you like some wine?"...usually said in a tone that one would use when trying to tame a rabid dog. At the rate this is going, I anticipate full inebriation for the next three days......

Top Story Today: The Resurrection of the Beauty Queen and the Downfall of a Media Whore

Actually, it was the story of the week....There has been a huge controversy over the alleged misconduct of the reigning Miss USA, Tara Conner. Apparently, the 20 year old Kentucky native has been spotted partying and drinking in nightclubs in New York, sharing lesbian kisses with Miss Teen USA and sneaking men into her Trump Tower apartment for late night liaisons. (Obligatory "Oh My!!" goes here) The scandal has divided the country and has been the number one topic of water cooler chatter. It has even ignited a war of the words between Donald Trump and the last person who should represent the voice of the American people: Rosie O'Donnell. It seems that all of Trump's marriage, divorce, and financial woes were open to the assault of Ragin' Rosie. It is unclear what correlation Rosie found between Trump's personal business and the ultimate fate of Miss USA 2006, but needless to say the freedom to express yourself and practice your lifestyle are only available if you are on board Rosie's platform.

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Anyway....back to the scandal. The Donald and the pageant committee had many closed door meetings to determine the fate of Ms. Conner's future. Would she be dethroned? Would she be stripped of her sash and crown? Would the reputation of the pageant ever be restored? Do we care???? Of course, there are things we should keep in mind.....Trump is a business man who has rarely used a moral compass to navigate his way through life and everyone loves a comeback story. So, The Donald calls a press conference to announce that he will be giving Ms. Conner another chance to redeem herself and to restore this antiquated contest to its original glory of objectifying women and coining the phrase, "I wish for world peace". Of course, when I heard the details of Tara's alleged misconducted, two things came to mind.

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1. This is the most accurate representation of the post adolescent American woman since 1984 when naughty nude pictures of Miss America, Vanessa Williams surfaced in Penthouse.

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2. This nationwide "scandal" is the very reason that terrorists continue to target our country.

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Mastering the skill to spray hairspray on your ass to keep your bathing suit from visiting the nether region and floating like a butterfly on stage while wearing 70 pounds of sequins does not qualify you to represent the American woman nor does it require you to set the moral standard in this country or in the world. The majority of 20 year old women in this country are not being followed by a swarm of paparazzi nor having their every move monitored by a pageant committee. (Thank god that this was not an issue I ever had to deal with....we would have had to call a press conference every week)

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So, we should thank Trump and Tara for reminding us that we spend way too much time obsessing on stories like theirs (including this post). Although our country has been divided by this tragedy, we are united in our ever growing disdain for the real villain in this story.....Rosie O'Donnell. In the last 7 weeks she has managed to set herself on Donald Trump's lawsuit radar, offend the Asian community by her utter lack of sensitivity in using the term "ching-chong" to mock the Chinese language, participated in an on-air battle with Kelly Ripa, kicked Clay Aiken out of the closet and insulted her very own boss, Barbara Walters by insinuating that Ms. Babs is not very down to earth.... The delicious ride of Rosie O'Donnell's downfall....now that is something that will unite America.

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Addition to today's post......
I struggle just like everyone trying to determine who and when one should throw out the social life vest when someone has so very gracefully inserted their foot into their mouth. Case in point.....(by the way, co-worker small talk is the most painful thing I have yet to experience) So, here we are...a gaggle of office workers waiting for our opportunity to pounce on the potluck goodies laid out in an effort to celebrate the holiday spirit, desperately making the most excruciating small talk in an attempt to shave some time off the clock. During the small talk, one office worker notices that another office worker has had a change in appearance and inquires if they have cut or colored their hair..."something looks different about you but I can't put my finger on it". The majority of the gaggle has stopped mid small talk to internally gasp as they look on at the impending car crash..... But, "oblivious office worker" continues to swallow said foot down said throat. Does this person not realize that the other has had a major health crisis and that the change in their appearance is a result of their medical treatment and not a day at the spa???? This brings me to my original question....who rescues the oblivious offender? Should I? Or must they serve some sort of social penance for their faux paux comparable to being placed in social purgatory where you are largely ignored and avoided for the remainder of the day??? I choose the later.... I admit it, I am a coward. Perhaps I was comforted in the knowledge that this person is known for their generally lack of tact and the offensive word vomit would largely be ignored and categorized as "consider the source". Either way you look at it, there is not one socially gracious way to remove anyone from such an uncomfortable situation. It's moments like these that make me an advocate for serving cocktails at work....

Where are my presents??????????

Okay, so I made a point to wrap and put my boyfriend's Christmas presents out for him to see....in addition, I also left out ALL of the wrap and accessories needed to wrap my presents. Thoughtful, huh? Well, today is December 20th and I still do not have a present of mine in sight. Although I am confident that he has purchased said gifts, he apparently has not wrapped them. If my memory serves, he rarely wraps my Christmas gifts; rather, he places them in the store bag and wraps the excess of the bag around the gift and hands them to me. I would really enjoy actually opening a wrapped gift. All of this wouldn't be so bad if it were not for the fact that he is home alone for large parts of the day giving him ample time and space to wrap my goodies.... Does one have to be deprived of the traditional gift shake??? He has made some grandiose comments about the perfection of one of my gifts. The Mac Daddy of all gifts...... Now, I don't even have anything to look at to try to help me guess what I may be getting on the 25th. How is this possible??? I am not that far removed from that little 8 year old girl I once was that loved to walk around the Christmas tree taking stock of my future loot. I even reminded him that I purchased EXTRA tape to aid in the wrapping of my presents..... As I see it now, he only has tomorrow and Friday to wrap without me being home. So, we will have to see how long the Christmas Gift Standoff of 2006 will last, how many people will be affected and whether or not conflict resolution is possible. Even the dogs have Christmas stockings full of goodies..... Once again, another tearjerker Christmas tale of lost hope and dreams crushed.