I Find It Nothing Short Of Incredible…
…that in an age where governments can keep track of every single email and phone call on the planet…
…that two men could board a Malaysian jet using passports listed as stolen in Interpol’s database, for the past 7 months,…
…and that that same jet could disappear off the radar and no one even knows where to START looking for it.
They have no idea if it disintegrated in mid-air between Kuala Lumpur and Beijing or if it’s holed up in New Jersey, somewhere.
Sometimes I’m amazed at the things that government DOESN’T know.
My Little Brother Turned 50, Today
How the heck did that happen?
Homemade Ethiopian Dinner Last Night
It tasted fantastic and everyone ate until they couldn’t move.
I didn’t have injira (flat bread) available so we ate it with roti, instead.
I Could Be THIS Kind Of Vegetarian
The American vegetarians I know eat the most painfully boring food I’ve ever seen.
I don’t think they actually live longer— their lives just seem excruciatingly long to them.
Indian vegetarians eat a fabulous and varied diet, however, that could make giving up meat a lot easier.
And everything is so inexpensive.
I just left the Indian market with 20 pounds of basmati rice; several packages each of roti and chapati (flat breads); various dried beans, peas and lentils; fresh ginger, red onions, tomatoes and green chiles; ghee (clarified butter); and lots of yummy whole spices to add all the magical flavors that will transform them.
We could, literally, eat for more than a month with nothing more than what I bought there.
Everything is so much cheaper at the ethnic markets than they are at big supermarkets.
If you’re having trouble making ends meet you might want to expand your culinary horizons. It’ll save you money and wake up your taste buds.
Wow, I Struck A Nerve With THAT One!
I’ll agree that dancing in your car while it’s stopped is perfectly okay…
…but fuddy-duddy old fart Chelle still thinks that it shouldn’t be done while one’s vehicle is in motion!
More Driving Tips From Chelle
Driving and dancing are two important and useful activities— but they should never be performed simultaneously.
A Weird End To A Weird Day
This has been such a bizarre day for countless reasons that I won’t bore you with.
I’ve felt almost every emotion you could think of— frustration, weepiness, happiness, anger, incredulousness— you name it.
I feel like my hormones are doing the chicken dance or something.
The highlight of my day was celebrating my “other daughter’s” 18th birthday at a Japanese restaurant.
The chef, named Diego, put on a really good show but it still seemed kinda weird to have a Latino chef flipping stuff into his hat at a Japanese restaurant.
The weirdest part of my day happened shortly thereafter when the guy who rang me up at the Asian market said, “Wait just one moment…” and ran to get me a CD with his personal favorite mix.
"I love these songs. Maybe you love too."
I expected an Asian mix but was surprised, instead, with songs by the Carpenters, John Denver, Simon & Garfunkel, Abba, Olivia Newton-John, and some I’d never heard before that could only be described as “country with a K and a backwards N.”
Annie loves the CD— every song— so I told her that I could probably set her up with sappy-Asian-dude.
I think she’s thinking about it.
I just want to get home, put on my jammies, lay on the couch with my favorite blanket and wait for the day to end.
More Driving Tips From Chelle
If you’re in the left lane and everyone is cutting you off and flipping you the bird, please move your vehicle into the right-most lane.
Preferably when it becomes an “exit only” lane.
Driving Tips From Chelle
If you’ve shrunk so much that all that’s visible to the other drivers is a puff of blue hair and your white-knuckle death grip on the steering wheel, then it’s time to turn in your license and let your great-grandkids drive you around.
You’re officially too short to drive.
Don’t Get Me Wrong— I Love Being A Woman…
…but sometimes I get very frustrated by the physical limitations that come with an estrogen life.
Today I wanted a pallet of potting soil brought from the back room out onto the sales floor and got impatient because my employee was busy doing other (also important) things.
When the store got slow I went to the back, wheeled the pallet jack into place, and tried to move the pallet myself.
It didn’t even budge.
I said to myself, “I am NOT going to ask for help.”
But I couldn’t even get it to START moving.
I could have handled it being DIFFICULT to move, but impossible to move is a whole ‘nother story.
Back in the testosterone days I used to be STRONG. There was no such thing as an immovable pallet. I could use brute force to move anything.
I’m still fit— I’ve got good physical endurance and muscle tone, even if I do have too much blubber— but I’m not NEARLY as strong as I used to be.
And that can sometimes be frustrating.
I use leverage instead of power, much more than I once did.
And I have to ask for help the rest of the time.
It’s a small price to pay for living a sane and whole life, but sometimes I miss the self-sufficiency I once enjoyed.
And today I’m feeling REALLY frustrated.
An old friend of mine— who I haven’t seen in 20 years— dropped by the store today before I arrived.
He was looking for the old me.
He spoke with one of my employees who discretely referred him over to Annie.
Annie confirmed that I still owned the store and Jeffrey subsequently left his card.
Tonight I sent him a brief email and directed him, here, to my blog.
I’m hoping that he wasn’t too freaked out and came here to learn more.
If any of you want to say something to Jeffrey please feel free to do so in the comments!
He’s a nice guy, so go easy on him.
Oh— and Annie said that he’s very nice looking so he’s apparently aged well.
If you see this please touch base with me, Jeffrey!
Germaine Richier Exhibit
909 Madison Avenue at East 73rd Street, New York City
Tuesday - Saturday, 10am - 6 PM, through April 12, 2014
Germaine Richier (1902 – 1958) was a famous French sculptor who, like her contemporary, Henri Matisse, studied under Antoine Bourdelle.
Her most controversial work, pictured above, is not part of the exhibit because it was commissioned by and continues to reside at the church of Notre-Dame de Toute Grâce du Plateau d’Assy (Our Lady Full of Grace of the Plateau d’Assy) where numerous contributions of stained glass, sculptures, paintings, tapestries, ceramics, and mosaics were provided to the church by top artists of the early twentieth century.
Ms. Richier was commissioned to create the above crucifix and drew her inspiration from Isaiah 53 which says, in part:
"For he shall grow up … as a root out of dry ground, he hath no form nor comeliness … He is despised and rejected of men … a man of sorrows."
While the Catholic church was initially aghast and called her sculpture “liturgically insufficient”— going so far as to remove it from public view for more than a decade— I find it to be a powerful and interesting take on this most important symbol of the Christian faith.
If you’re in New York and are looking for something to do you might consider making your way over to the first Germaine Richier exhibit in the United States in over 50 years.
For Reasons I Don’t Understand Bentley Prefers To Lay On The Couch Like A Human
He sits in chairs like a person, too.
Annie thinks he needs to start wearing underwear.
The Baggage Of My Life
I’ve been using this piece of Samsonite luggage for, literally, 30 years and I think that it’s the most cleverly designed bag, ever.
Not only can I hang all of my clothes in it— and hang the entire bag on a door— but it includes the bag seen at the bottom that acts like a dresser drawer and either folds up into the garment section for travel or detaches as a separate bag.
It uses standard clothes hangars and even includes a hangable wet bag.
How often have you visited friends or family and had no closet space available to you?
This bag is a completely functional closet and dresser that hangs on a door.
After three decades of constant use it still looks almost brand new.
If you’re young and just getting started in life why not invest in a piece of luggage that will last forever, travels well, keeps your clothes nice, and doesn’t look like a $15 Walmart bag?
Bags like these sell for less than $200— and it’ll be the last piece of luggage you’ll ever buy.
That’s my advise for the day.