For those of us who didn't grow up with this stuff - this is simply awesome!
Ch..ch…changes, part deux March 30, 2009
I’ve recently gone through some major upheavals in my life. The last few years seem to have been leading me to this place where I now am…
A series of events has led to a drastic change of situation.
I’ve left the house. I’m in an apartment on my own.
Alone.
And not at all upset about it, either. In fact, I’m rather enjoying it.
In fact, it’s time to pursue those things that are meaningful to me.
And so, there it is, the brief version of what’s been going on in the life of Roxy.
Future installments will include charming and uplifting topics like, “Manipulative Men, Breaking the Cycle” and “I refuse to be a victim!”
Photo courtesy of mmagallan
5 million calories per slice… November 23, 2008
I’m talking pizza…
And I’m not talking the typical, mass-produced crap.
I’m talking real pizza. The kind that one slice basically equals your entire day’s worth of calories and fat.
oh, yeah!
Gee, care to guess what I had for lunch?
Where’s my other shoe? November 22, 2008
I’m the kind of person whose shoes live in the closet, sitting neatly in pairs, resting quietly on the shelves until Yours Truly is ready to wear them.
That habit comes from painful experiences – the “where the hell did I leave my…” search being one. The other being what a four-legged, furry critter can do to an innocent and unsuspecting shoe that distinctly feels like a chew toy.
Yeah, I admit I am often guilty of taking my shoes off in the car, and then leaving them there. But at least then I know where they are and they aren’t going to become unauthorized chew toys.
The exception to the shoes-in-the-closet rule is my flip flops. I wear them to kick around the yard. I throw them on to go to the mailbox. If I’m in a hurry, I might even wear them to the store to pick up that last minute item I need. They usually sit in the corner, under the bar area, on top of which you will find my keys and sunglasses.
But then there is that furry, four-legged critter.
Who usually doesn’t chew my shoes up anymore.
But she has been known to drag them around to strange places.
So, not finding my faithful, comfy (and ugly) flip flops in their usual spot, I began the rounds.
I found one:
So um... where is the other one?
The other, however, was no where to be found.
Knowing Meathead the way I do, I decided to go look outside, and was greeted by this:
Great... cotton carnage...
No it didn’t suddenly snow in The Valley. That’s stuffing and it was all over the yard.
It didn’t take long to figure out that between the sun and the dog, the cover of the chaise had given way and the dog had discovered that inside that cushy cover was all this white fluffy stuff.
And oh, that white fluffy stuff must have been fun to play with because bits and pieces of it were all over.
ummm... Meathead...?
Now, would someone kindly explain why my wrist brace is in the middle of all this?
A chocolate fix… October 20, 2008
As far as I’m concerned, life is simply not complete without chocolate.
Even though I am trying to watch what I eat, I refuse to live life without the wonderful indulgence that is chocolate.
I don’t mean a Hershey’s bar, or any other typical candy bar that has more corn syrup than cacao. I mean the real deal. I mean chocolate so intense, it makes you close your eyes and sigh in pleasure. I mean chocolate that is a sensual experience, worthy of the calories and fat.
A long time favorite is Valrhona - a genuine indulgence, both in taste, and expense. Sadly, Valrhona is rather difficult to find on the edge of nowhere. Though I have found one place, AJ’s, only 20 miles away, that carries the luscious stuff, it’s a truly dangerous place where the selection of cheeses alone is enough to make me almost forget about the chocolate.
Good ole Trader Joe’s has long been my salvation for affordable, quality chocolates. But the nearest Trader Joe’s is also 20 miles away.
What’s a girl to do? How am I to get my chocolate fix?
Salvation came from an odd source.
The Starbucks Coffee just a couple of miles away – and the fabulous little box of tasting squares.
Perfect little indulgences. A tiny, individually wrapped bite of chocolate heaven.
Life is good.
Mmmm.... dark chocolate and citrus: yum!
Le Sigh!
(now would someone kindly tell me why I’ve been having serious issues getting any picture to be nice and crisp? sheesh! it’s like I’ve gone backwards in photography skills!)
