14 Apr 2013
by wifemothereventplanner
in Brave New World
Tags: Art, Books, cooking, food, humor, people, Photography, Selby
I like pretty pictures.
If the pictures happen to be about food or home decor – all the better.
This past Christmas a new pal gave me a really great book called Edible Selby. Although I didn’t know it was great until now. I don’t deserve new friends. Don’t tell my old friends.
This past weekend I was reading the New York Times and found an article by the same author about a taco stand in California. This is why I love the Times. You may read it for the late breaking political and social news. I read it for its taco coverage.
Todd Selby is an artist, an author, a humorist and more. I have been reading his book all weekend.
It’s not a cookbook. It’s a book about cooks and cooking and food.
It’s full of fun and whimsy.
This is the page when I decided this book is for me.
How can you not love an instructional book that starts with…plant the cocoa trees and harvest the pods. Ha! Double ha!
I also love the completely honest disclosure in the end.
Tacos always lead to genius.
25 Feb 2013
by wifemothereventplanner
in I need to tell you about this right now
Tags: Anne Frank, Career, current-events, Daily Life, humor, Life, people, Photography, stress, Therapy, work
My day. In a nutshell. Actually in a picture.
This isn’t directed at everyone. Just 80% – 90% of the bastards I talked to today.
Sorry. Tomorrow will be better.
Like Anne Frank, I believe that in spite of everything – people are really good.
Am I comparing my sad little issues to one of the most horrific stains on human history?
Maybe.
So what.
14 Nov 2012
by wifemothereventplanner
in Brave New World
Tags: Asia, Christmas, community, Diwali, Family, Festival, food, Friends, Holiday, humor, India, Lights, New Year, people, Religion, thanksgiving christmas, transportation
Not really. But my girl and her friends call everything their jam so I thought I’d get in on the action. Even though every time I try to use the word I think of actual jam. Raspberry to be specific.
Anyway – it’s Diwali. The Indian “festival of lights”. A cross between Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Year’s – without the turkey, booze or guy in the red suit. It’s the most important holiday for Indians. It involves (you guessed it) lights, lots of food, getting together with family and friends and being thankful for the good things in life. Sound familiar?
This ends my knowledge of Diwali. I think I did pretty good. Please refer to the internet or a good Indian for actual information.
Happy Merry Mazel Diwali!!
12 Oct 2012
by wifemothereventplanner
in Brave New World
Tags: Family, Growing up, High School, humor, Letters, Life, Literature, maroon velvet, melinda gates, people, Photography, style, transportation
Yesterday was “International Day of the Girl”. Did you know that? I didn’t. I thought it was “International Day of the Conference Call”.
CNN.com asked some of the most impressive women in the world what they’d tell their 15-year-old self. I won’t tell you how many times I tried to link that article to this post and failed. Just know that I tried. WordPress is getting under my nerves. I digress.
Here’s what I would tell my 15-year-old self if I could:
- Even though they are driving you crazy right now – your family will be the most important thing in your life.
- Although you’ve been plotting to get the hell out of Pennsylvania – in about 20 years you’ll be back – and love it.
- Be kind to everyone. You have no idea what they are going through.
- In 4 years you’ll meet the man you’ll spend the rest of your life with. Sorry. It won’t be David Canfield. You’ll do much better.
- Go get your eyebrows waxed. Today. Now.
- All the reasons you think you’re goofy, dorky and weird will be all the reasons why people love you. Lighten up.
Not as eloquent as Melinda Gates or Oprah – but there you have it.
I couldn’t find a picture of myself at 15 – but here’s one that’s close enough. Yes, that’s a maroon velvet vest I’m wearing. There may or may not have been a matching skort on the bottom.
