Let’s try something new…

So, haven’t posted lately because Mark and I are consumed with opening a NEW eatery.  It’s the first time he has done a fast casual concept.  I give you a news links HERE  Please like it on FB or instagram.

He has been working VERY hard.  Excited for it, but already wondering how this will impact our lives!  I’m very proud of my sweetie.  I helped get things in line the last year and half, but now it’s all him and he takes it very seriously.

If you are in LA, check it out!

trying out the fried chicken.  They like it

trying out the fried chicken. They like it

Basement Vacation

Ah, the joys of home ownership.  Just when we felt like we were getting ahead. Paying the bills and I was starting to fantastize about a trip this summer our water heaters were about to burst.  Along with some other ancillary issues that wiped out that nest egg!

Maybe renting and sticking some landlord with these upkeep bills is worth the industrial carpet and lack of freedom to paint a wall.

Mark and I could lament this money pit called home ownership, or we could adjust our thinking…  If my friends could see me now!!!

white flour fantasy

So, I’m trying to lose my grief weight and it’s not easy when the deeper I get into my 40’s my metabolism seems to slow at a logarithmic rate.   Give up wine.. no.  Give up white sugar, mostly I can do that, fine. Exercise, fine, helps stop the voices in my head.  So, I needed another restriction.  I chose no white flour.  No pasta, pizza, that’s tough.  But, I’m really missing it in the morning.  Bread products are the only things that settle my tummy in the morning and they are quick.

I can have very vivid romantic dreams.  It’s the safe way to cheat when you are married.  Well, two night ago I had a very explicit dream…about a buttered bagel.   It was warm, shiny, I couldn’t wait to eat it. I woke up and it was like I had been with Idris Elba or Scott Foley.  Oh, I just want to get thin enough to eat it for real!

Hotties...

Hotties…

Hot and Brit

Hot and Brit

way hotter than that dopey president

way hotter than that dopey president

My body might be getting adjusted to it’s new simple carb deprived body.  I had a fantastic dream with George Clooney.  We were in that new dating, flirting mode that I can distantly recall.  I ran my hand up under his shirt.  He was smiling.  It was on.  Next thing I knew I was trying hang gliding and Mark was telling me to get up.  “it’s 7:30!”  My alarm went off at 6:50.

“Leave me alone”  I wanted to savior the last few minutes I squeeze out of my dream brain.

In the kitchen I sleepily made some unsweetened oatmeal.  Thinking of the man of my dreams and the bread product of my dreams.

 

 

he was dressed more casually for me last night

he was dressed more casually for me last night..but he didn’t have a bagel

On my way to school…

On my way to school I tell my kids tomorrow we have to get in the car earlier.

On my way to school I tell my kids tomorrow not TV or ipad when they wake up because it slows us down in the morning.  For one minute I believe I will enforce this. mom in car

On my way to school the kids ask to listen to “Hard knock life” from the “Annie” Soundtrack ( New Annie).

One my way to school I roll my eyes when Rex says, Hard Knock Life describes his life at school.  I tell him he is not an unwanted orphan made to clean Cameron Diaz’s shabby apartment.  That he plays … But, by then he has stopped listening to me.

On my way to school I silently curse the car in front of me who hasn’t moved into the intersection further thereby making it Impossible for me get through on a yellow.

On my way to school I snort at the big school busses of the super pricey girls high school that is blocking part of the road.

On my way to school I drink coffee from my mug sloshing around in my dirty cup caddy.

On my way to school I wish I had gone to the bathroom before I left my own toilet.

On my way to school I look at the clock.  If I can get through the next two lights in 5 minutes we won’t get a tardy. Wait, why do I feel it’s MY tardy?  I just do.

On my way to school Vivien asks if I will get her a Subway sandwich today for lunch because today the school lunch is bean burrito.  She hates beans.

On my way to school I lament that in the last two weeks traffic on city streets has gotten worse.  I blame Wayz.

One my way to school I’m so glad that now that Rex is in school I don’t have to look for parking and am now allowed to go through the carpool lane as I have the required number of humans in my car. I’m also glad I only have one drop off this year.  How long can I keep Vivien in elementary school?

One my way to school I vow to go exercise RIGHT after I drop them off.

They get to school.

Tonight at bedtime I’ll read Rex my friend Sarah Maizes new book ( her third)  “On my way to school.” He loves all of her books. Compared to the girl in the book my adventures in the book are far more prosaic and not as colorful. great books for kids

I suggest you order a couple as it’s a great gift to have on have for the kiddie parties you have forgotten about that.  Oh, 4th book?  “On my way to the birthday party”?

 

 

wanting to watch My shows

I’m about to hit the road for a few days, so let me give you this vintage nugget.  It’s only a couple years old, but with netlfix, ipads, it seems quite retro.   When Rex was smaller he made it so I couldn’t watch the shows I want to watch when my kids go to sleep.

He is so cute here, yet so diabolical!  Happy long weekend

My Dream Diagnosis

You ever go into a drawer, a box, your sister’s closet and find an article of clothing you forgot you had?  Well, sometimes I forget about videos I’ve made.  I’ve done over 500.  Here is one I tripped over and it was never tagged, promoted, etc so it only has 56 views.  That’s probably just from my mom.

In it I do part of bit I did when I was doing stand up when I was pregnant with Vivien.  A big belly is a great sight gag.  Here I’m pregnant with Rex.  You can hear that baby pressing on my lungs.  I’m gasping like Dom Deluise.  What I can’t figure out is why me and my camera man lined up the shot the way we did..right next to the pile of junk on my desk.  Oh, now I remember I knew I was going to be out of commission soon with Rex coming and we shot 20 videos in one day!

Anyway… here is one of the best things a doctor could tell a woman:

 

Vaccinations.. invented for a reason

I’ve been seeing a lot of people sticking their neck out on social media to say, “enough Anti Vaccinaters” in light of the recent measle outbreaks.  I hadn’t rushed to the barricades for this round of the vaccination controversy, however we do have a story to tell.  Most of it is in this video I did when I was pregnant with Rex.

Years later a producer for a PSA to raise awareness about the rise of whooping cough contacted me.  She had heard my story and wondered if we would share it in the PSA.  I said, yes, however they didn’t pick us. What chilled me was she said of all the families she had spoken to we were the ONLY ones who had had a newborn in a house with Whooping Cough where the baby did NOT die.

I’m a very lucky/blessed/happy person that this wonderful little girl is still with me.

Remember 12 year olds need a booster shot for whooping cough.  I do not think parents should get an exemption for vaccination and imperil the rest of us.  I never believe in hiding behind religion for bad decisions that run counter to the prevailing norms of the day.  It’s no excuse to shroud woman and make then second class citizens.  It’s no excuse to mutilate a newborn boys’s penis.  It’s no excuse not to use modern medicine to protect us.  As my friend and mentor Dr. Dean Edell once said to me when I was in a pique of hippy talk, “Mother nature doesn’t care if you live, mother nature wants us to die.”.   We need to trip up her plans if possible.

 

 

Stealing Ingredients

Here is Daphne Dishes, without the production value. No lighting, no make up and clothes.. I have a cold.   I did this a while ago, but thought it would really fit with my Food Network show running.

One of the yards I take from belongs to the best couple of people you could ever hope to live next door too.  They were at Mark’s pop up last night.  They leave the side gate open so the kids can play in their yard if they like.  They are the borrow sugar kind of folk.  Although, I think it’s usually been olive oil.  Plus, they let me raid their citrus tree. I think the hip name is “forage”.

Who can you steal from?