Hello Fellow Travelers!
The other day I saw one of my favorite movies - "Mame" with Rosalind Russell. I had to watch for a few minutes it's that good, Complete costume and scenery changes and arguably the gayest person ever committed to film! Did I mention it was freakin' great? I should have because it is! There is no singing or dancing or killing. By that description alone I should hate it but it's amazing! If you see it advertised as coming up on TCM or Netflix or wherever, check it out.
Beginning October 2, and many subsequent Wednesdays at 10 PM on Bravo, the last season (for me anyway) of the last serious competition program for foodies (Top Chef) in one of the last bastions of exciting food - New Orleans will be on for a date night or at least appointment television(Patient Spouse and I, that is) we can agree on. Other programs have come and gone, and I don't think I'll ever work with food again. Being hungry 24/7 and not being able (or advised) to handle utensils I still like to live vicariously through others making fabulous food. They have the down and dirty Quickfire Challenge at the beginning of the show and finish with a very satisfactory elimination at the end. Regular judges from TC will be there and I'll be there too (in spirit) so if you like great food competition shows this one is as good as they get. And it's on in the middle of the week, late. So there's that.
People who celebrate their food don't ever constrain or concern themselves with calorie counts or nutritional stats. San Francisco is known for food, so is New Orleans. I, for one, can't wait to see what they come up with! When it comes to food they don't mess around in the Big Easy! They eat what tastes good followed by some really off the chart dessert! Then they drink and dance all night! And that's just a Wednesday!
I received a golden 8" Steiff Teddy from my mom and he came to me sporting a gold medal (2000) so I named him "Cancer Bear" He's made with mohair, he fights injustice everywhere... well you get the idea. Along the lines of "Superman". Only it's a little happy bear, with a gold medal and a cape flying behind him. Apart from the Steiff I keep with a snap of a baby Jan with that bear, CB, as I think of him, is highly inspirational. And believe me, I'll take inspiration wherever I can find it.
For instance, you may have noticed I replaced my usual photo with a picture of the perfect tea roses that one bro-in-law brought me in a lovely nouveau vase another bro-in-law gave me. I have stared at this plant for hours. And Patient Spouse knows how visually driven I am and cuts a tea rose to put in the blue/purple vase every week. I have identified my amazing physical response to brain cancer as being cockroach-like, hard-to-kill. Now I associate it with the wildly prolific tea rose. Also hard to kill, better smelling than the roach.
Every day I wake up and ask myself what I can do to make my spouse and son's life better? I didn't used to. I am happy every minute to be alive! I tease my mother not because she sent me cat fur (although for me that was something special) but because she equipped me with the twisted sense of humor and strength to thrive in this situation. Although I'm not there yet, I'm getting close. Who needs food? Those clowns on Top Chef are going to make something yummy at 10:00 on Wednesdays - I'll just watch that.
PS - More tangible evidence of fashion trends I am neither partaking in or missing out on: Knee length python boots with peep toe cutouts. Yes, ladies, you most certainly did read that right. I'll pause for a moment so you can read it again. You go to all the fake trouble of wearing a "boot" and you need a pedicure? Seriously? Is this a "stripper thing"? Because I've missed those before. So somebody give me a head's up if these boots are only useful on the stripper pole, thanks.
The other day I saw one of my favorite movies - "Mame" with Rosalind Russell. I had to watch for a few minutes it's that good, Complete costume and scenery changes and arguably the gayest person ever committed to film! Did I mention it was freakin' great? I should have because it is! There is no singing or dancing or killing. By that description alone I should hate it but it's amazing! If you see it advertised as coming up on TCM or Netflix or wherever, check it out.
Beginning October 2, and many subsequent Wednesdays at 10 PM on Bravo, the last season (for me anyway) of the last serious competition program for foodies (Top Chef) in one of the last bastions of exciting food - New Orleans will be on for a date night or at least appointment television(Patient Spouse and I, that is) we can agree on. Other programs have come and gone, and I don't think I'll ever work with food again. Being hungry 24/7 and not being able (or advised) to handle utensils I still like to live vicariously through others making fabulous food. They have the down and dirty Quickfire Challenge at the beginning of the show and finish with a very satisfactory elimination at the end. Regular judges from TC will be there and I'll be there too (in spirit) so if you like great food competition shows this one is as good as they get. And it's on in the middle of the week, late. So there's that.
People who celebrate their food don't ever constrain or concern themselves with calorie counts or nutritional stats. San Francisco is known for food, so is New Orleans. I, for one, can't wait to see what they come up with! When it comes to food they don't mess around in the Big Easy! They eat what tastes good followed by some really off the chart dessert! Then they drink and dance all night! And that's just a Wednesday!
I received a golden 8" Steiff Teddy from my mom and he came to me sporting a gold medal (2000) so I named him "Cancer Bear" He's made with mohair, he fights injustice everywhere... well you get the idea. Along the lines of "Superman". Only it's a little happy bear, with a gold medal and a cape flying behind him. Apart from the Steiff I keep with a snap of a baby Jan with that bear, CB, as I think of him, is highly inspirational. And believe me, I'll take inspiration wherever I can find it.
For instance, you may have noticed I replaced my usual photo with a picture of the perfect tea roses that one bro-in-law brought me in a lovely nouveau vase another bro-in-law gave me. I have stared at this plant for hours. And Patient Spouse knows how visually driven I am and cuts a tea rose to put in the blue/purple vase every week. I have identified my amazing physical response to brain cancer as being cockroach-like, hard-to-kill. Now I associate it with the wildly prolific tea rose. Also hard to kill, better smelling than the roach.
Every day I wake up and ask myself what I can do to make my spouse and son's life better? I didn't used to. I am happy every minute to be alive! I tease my mother not because she sent me cat fur (although for me that was something special) but because she equipped me with the twisted sense of humor and strength to thrive in this situation. Although I'm not there yet, I'm getting close. Who needs food? Those clowns on Top Chef are going to make something yummy at 10:00 on Wednesdays - I'll just watch that.
PS - More tangible evidence of fashion trends I am neither partaking in or missing out on: Knee length python boots with peep toe cutouts. Yes, ladies, you most certainly did read that right. I'll pause for a moment so you can read it again. You go to all the fake trouble of wearing a "boot" and you need a pedicure? Seriously? Is this a "stripper thing"? Because I've missed those before. So somebody give me a head's up if these boots are only useful on the stripper pole, thanks.
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