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Coffee Blues

I’m a bit vexed. Most workdays I enjoy a cup of coffee at my desk first thing in the morning. I usually buy it at the café in my building or occasionally make it at home. Always use cream or milk and sometimes eat breakfast with it or before. None of that matters anymore ~ coffee in the morning is now always making me nauseated. I can haz tea with milk no problem, and maybe coffee later in the day (if I want to), but it’s annoying to have to change my habits because my tummy is getting fussy with age. Boo on aging!

Yes, I suppose it beats the alternative. 🙄

There was a time [cue mist machine and piano music] when I could drink multiple cups of black coffee on an empty stomach any time of the day or night. While smoking cigarettes. And wearing red lipstick, high heels, and a raincoat. And nothing else! Okay, I made some of that up.

But I could drink the coffee. That much is true. Oh well. I still have coffee ice cream. Sigh…

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Sharing Is Blaring [SYW]

Some thought provoking questions from Cee

1. A class you wish you would have taken?

Well, this is complicated. I don’t like to wish to change things in my past that might alter the outcome of ending up with my two fab daughters. Silly, since it’s hypothetical, but jinxes ya know oooOOOooo. Okay fine. I wish I had gone to Northwestern like I was meant to… got an acceptance, but had an argument with my mother, and ended up (dons shades a la Joel in Risky Business) at the University of Illinois! Later I finished up at CSUN. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, but… waaah. I want the journo or poetry or English lit degree from the great school I was entitled to. 😛

2. Are you scared of heights?

Hellz to the yeah! I’m so terrified of heights I can’t even look at pics from the Italian bridge collapse. It’s technically not the height, but the nothingness that scares me. I also didn’t see Gravity for the same reason. I can work/live way up in a high-rise tower, as long as I’m fully enclosed and feel safe. But I do not go out on a balcony. Just thinking about that makes me woozy. There’s just so much nothingness…

3. Are you a good cook? If so, do you consider yourself a chef?

Who’s judging me? I like what I make, and since I’m only cooking for myself almost exclusively these days, imma go out on a limb (not a high one) and say YES I’m good! I do not consider myself a chef however; that’s waaay too much bother. Would not have the patience for cheffing. It’s only food, for cryin’ out loud. In my mind, slicing up a tomato for grilled cheese is getting fancy. And no, I do not buy silly French cheese for snadwiches. 🙄

4. What did you appreciate or what made you smile this past week?  Feel free to use a quote, a photo, a story, or even a combination.

Well, I had the pleasure and honor to babysit my new little granddaughter alone for a couple hours so her parents could have a date on Sunday. I figured she’d nap and I could read. Lol. How we forget, eh? Now I remember why I didn’t write novels when my girls were little. Parenting is a full-time job!

Pinch Punch…

…First of the Month!

One of my OCD ideas is that the first day of a new month is the best time to reaffirm good intentions to do the right things. That lasts about an hour. J/k. But seriously, I generally think day one of a month is a time for introspection and the renewal of worthy goals, or the discard of unworthy ones.

Now, before y’all start to congratulate me on my awesomeness, I’m talking about goals like keeping my kitchen table free from clutter and trying to eat more fresh veggies. Nothing earth-shattering is gonna happen on my watch.

Happy August! 😎

No Coffee for You! [dating story]

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I had lunch with a good friend today. I chose the place this time ~ Greenleaf Chopshop in Costa Mesa SOCO. There are loads of delicious healthy offerings on the menu and we both ordered the same thing: 1/2 Greek salad with steak on top and iced tea. We sat outside and ate/chatted for two hours. It was wonderful! But that’s not what I came to tell you about tonight.

As I parked, I remembered I had a date here ~ not at Greenleaf, but at a coffee shop inside the mall. This was toward the end of my dating career when I had decided eff everything I’m just going to meet whoever sounds halfway reasonable. My “thinking” was that all my lists and requirements had gotten me nowhere, so maybe I’d abandon them and meet men who were attracted to my profile. That had to mean something, I figured. Of course I googled them first. I mean duh.

Anyway, this guy ~ let’s call him Soupy ~ had messaged me on whatever site. He wouldn’t have been someone I chose. First, he had a bunch of facial hair, which generally is not something I’m attracted to (some exceptions). Second, he was allegedly changing jobs, so his messages were sporadic, which can be a red flag indicating a man is attached. (They set up excuses in advance to give reasons why they’re unavailable.) Third, he wanted to meet for coffee (boring/cheap) but insisted we go to this particular coffee place because he was fussy about coffee (annoying).

However! He was smart and funny, so I decided… la la, who cares? Nothing is working out ~ why not have a cup of coffee with the dude? Don’t be so picky! What’s the worst that could happen? I have bad coffee?

Well, actually. I had no coffee.

I thought this was amusing. I found Soupy, who looked nothing like his pics (older), but since he was the only beardy guy sitting alone at a table I figured it must be him. I are a brainiac! He had already ordered his own coffee and almost finished it. Didn’t stand up or offer to get me any. I sat down. We chatted for an hour or so and it was a good convo, but not once did he ask me if I wanted coffee. I assumed I was supposed to get my own, and I didn’t really feel like it, so I didn’t.

We left, went to our cars, no hugs, no discussion of another meeting, etc. I didn’t hear from him, so I texted him a day or so later telling him I had enjoyed meeting him, since that was true and one of my male friends had told me that some men expect women to do this or else they think they shouldn’t follow up (not sure about this, but okay). Soupy said he felt the same and we’d have to get together again. Then… nothing. I didn’t follow up further because I’m not chasing anyone.

It’s been a while since I met Soupy, and since I didn’t care about him to begin with, I don’t remember many details ~ age, kids, doggie, etc. Dunno any of that. But I definitely remember we met for coffee one evening and I didn’t have any coffee. I did return to the little mall soon thereafter (gahd forbid there is an unexplored mall within my territory) to check out the otter stores… and I stopped for coffee at the coffee shop on my own.

It sucked.

MP3: Ocean’s 8

O8

 

Fantabulous! No, not the movie; we’ll get to that later. I’m talking about the voodle salad at Whole Foods.

Yesterday, Thursday, I arrived at Bella Terra in Huntington Beach early enough to grab a late lunch, meander around B&N, and see O8. My plan was to have a low-carb salad at Daphne’s Greek Café, but you know what they say about plans. BT was undergoing some remodeling, so I wandered around for a bit, trying to find Daphne’s. Finally, I spied a directory and OMG there was no Daphne’s! Yikes. Sadness. Now what? None of the other casual restaurants looked like they’d have something tasty and low-carb friendly (I don’t eat sushi anymore). So, I figured I’d walk over to Whole Foods, where there would have to be something acceptable among the trendy offerings. Right?

Usually at WF I get a slice of pizza or a dish of pasta or a cookie ~ you know the drill. Heavy on carbs, light on veggies/nutritional value. All that has now been nixed from my slate of choices. I poked around a bit. Not fond of salad bars where peeps are breathing and sneezing all day. The packaged stuffs were too carby ~ sandwiches, wraps, etc. I peeked at the deli counters. Lotta pasta and… ooh, what’s this? Mediterranean salad. I love! Why are they calling it Zucchini Voodles?

OIC. The curly things aren’t noodles ~ they’re zucchini curls. Cute! There must be some machine that voodlizes your foodles. And the rest of the ingredients were totally legit: tomatoes, artichokes, feta cheese, spinach, olives, dressing. I bought a cup of that and sparkling water and sat down. I assumed the salad would be good, but it was wonderful! I’d never have ordered this in my “past life.” I’d have passed it up for something yummy like pizza. But it was so delicious! The flavors worked so well together. I savored that for a while until realizing I hardly had any time left for B&N. Whoops.

Did a quick book browse, then checked into the movie. It was crowded for a weekday, but O8 has been pretty hyped up. There were some good previews I can’t remember and then the main feature began. First, let me say one thing. It’s really difficult to watch Sandra Bullock and Cate Blanchett now without remembering that article about their penis facials. I mean, obviously the facials work because their skin is super-glowing and beautiful. But still. This knowledge is distracting.

Second, the problem for a movie with 8 (or 11, etc.) main characters is that… it has 8 main characters. These Ocean movies are overcrowded with protagonists, or anti-heroes, to be precise, since we are (may I remind everyone) talking about criminals. I don’t know about you, but I can’t really root for characters committing crimes unless they’re setting to rights a miscarriage of justice, and I don’t think I’m spoiling anything by saying that’s not what these Ocean movies are about, mainly. They’re about very good-looking people committing crimes, is what.

Third, putting that aside for a moment, I can still have fun with a movie like this if I can let go and jump into it, but that’s difficult when the set-up drags on and on and on. For gawd’s sake ladies just steal something already! Since I’m not a scriptwriter, I don’t know how you make it super-fun for an audience to sit through the minute details of hacking into a computer system or copying a diamond necklace or whatever, but geez they need to spice that stuff up! So boring. Yeah, there were a few funnies, but not enough. And I had the same criticisms about the male Oceans ~ in fact, I dozed off during each one (bought the set at the beginning of the year to prep for O8). Yawners, even with Clooney. I know!

Finally, the action happens and it’s good. Nicely paced (finally). I enjoyed the last third of the movie. James Corden was hilarious as the insurance detective. The ending was fun as well. But overall Ocean’s 8 was a disappointment after all the hype. Certainly not as bad as Life of the Party, but nowhere as good as Book Club.

I’m going to give Hotel Artemis a swerve after the terrible review in the Observer, and while the stellar reviews of Hereditary tempt me, I’m afraid it’ll give me nightmares for the rest of my life, if not heart failure on the spot. Definitely The Year of Spectacular Men next week and then The King! Elvis, baby.

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Whoa. One thing before you go. While looking up the O8 cast to make sure I got Corden’s name right (I didn’t, lol, and fixed it), I noticed that there was a busboy named Michael Gandolfini. Yes, his son. BE STILL MY HEART.

 

It’s Migraine Awareness Month!

Good thing I opened this reminder email to be aware of migraines as I literally just took a sumatriptan. Hah.

I haven’t done much migraine bloggery lately because nothing much has changed. I’m still suffering constantly and the pain greatly impacts my life. As my fellow migraineurs know, it’s not only the actual days of pain that ruin events, but the fear of pain and the avoidance of triggers which make us just as anxious, not to mention the side effects of any meds. We don’t drink or smoke, and we avoid loud crowded places, travel, perfume, bright sun, cold wind, etc. We try to stick to routines as best we can. I don’t need a bunch of suggestions in comments ~ I’ve been on top of migraine news for decades, have read all the ideas of things to try and give up, have tried many, and if I haven’t tried something there’s a good reason for it.

Right now, I’m on a low-carb diet, just to see what happens with respect to migraines. I was optimistic at first, but now I’m back to “normal” with a 3-day horrible wave of pain. I like the diet though in general. It feels good to eat meat again (sorry cows) and I’ve been tired of my habits for a while. Obviously sugar is bad, and my lazy way of eating wasn’t healthy (cookies for dinner!), even if I didn’t gain weight. It’s great to have salad and avos daily, cheese, nuts (in moderation), lox, etc. I haven’t actually eaten much meat ~ one small steak so far and a small bowl of beef soup. Mostly I have salad with a little chicken on top, and I eat eggs frequently. I’ve been doing this for around two weeks, though more seriously for this last week.

The problem with the diet overall is nausea. Besides laziness, one of the reasons I ate so many carbiful meals was not only because they were yummy but also they were gentle on my tummy. My tummy does not want salad or meat in the morning (and sometimes not later in the day); it doesn’t always want the traditional egg breakfast either. There aren’t many breakfast choices that are appealing on the low-carb plan. Luckily, I’m not that hungry on it, but skipping meals is not good for the migraine sitch. In fact, it might be triggering some of this current wave of pain. This is a dilemma that could be easily solved with a bagel, lol.

Peeps do this diet to lose weight, but I don’t know what I weigh because my scale failed (I think I got water in the battery compartment when I washed the floor) and I threw it out. I’ve been too lazy to buy another one. This is a really bizarre turn of events! I’ve never been sans scale, and I’m curious to see how long I can last. I do have a doctor’s appointment coming up, so it’s not as though I’ll be completely in the dark.

I can always hope for a new miracle cure. The drug companies are always researching new migraine meds ~ our heads are big biz. I guess I should feel lucky that there are so many of us suffering together.

 

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Mushroom

Mushrooms

We’re told to eat boldly colored veggies, but the modest mushroom is packed with vitamins and low in calories. Well, until you do things with it, that is. My kids used to dunk fresh ones in vats of Ranch dressing. My mom sautéed several types together and served them over a salad of wilted greens. I have a fabulous recipe for mushrooms baked in a casserole with butter and breadcrumbs and Italian seasonings. One of my favorite sandwiches is the Portobello mushroom served like a burger with all the toppings. Mushrooms: clever little vehicles to take you to Butter Town.

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The Daily Prompt: Mushroom

Twelve Years Gone By

Please excuse my lack of bloggery… I was busy attending my daughter’s wedding. ❤

I seem to be out of writing mode, which will change shortly as I’ve rejoined a great prompt group that meets weekly, plus September always motivates me. I’m a student at heart. New school year, crisp notebook, let’s go!

But in the meantime, I wanted to say something, so I decided to turn to my trusty old Ultrablog archives. Apparently I said nothing 10 years ago (hard to believe), so I went back 12 (I don’t like elevens). Twelve years ago I was married, had two children living with me, and for some bizarre reason went to see the Dukes of Hazzard movie.

Now, if you had asked me point-blank an hour ago, Paula, did you ever see the Dukes of Hazzard movie? I would have said no and I would have probably even denied knowing there existed a Dukes of Hazzard movie. But archives do not lie! And if Google Drive says I saw a movie, then I saw it. I suppose in the scheme of things that forgetting the Dukes is no great loss. I hope I don’t forget anything important however, such as a subthread from Game of Thrones.

I said I liked the movie except for Burt Reynolds being miscast as Boss Hogg. I also said the TV Roscoe was funnier and I was disappointed that “Boots” played over the credits at the end and we didn’t get to see the sexy car wash scene. I have no idea what I meant by that. The Nancy Sinatra song? Wha? I suppose I could look all that up, but someone will know, so I’m not going to bother.

I really miss when my online writing friends blogged instead of blopped on Facebook. FB is junk food for writers ~ and not even the good junk food like tacos or Oreos, but the worst junk food like those skinny yucky pretzels. You can sit there for hours and eat a million of them and you’ll never be satisfied, only thirstier and thirstier.

Pretzels

BOGO, Baby

You know you’re old when…

You get excited about the drugstore’s BOGO sale on vitamins and supplements. Used to be that BOGO’s got my attention when they were about cute shooze or yummy cupcakes or lacy lingerie or sparkly doodads, but how far we’ve come from all that nonsense.

A friend recommended the lipo-flavonoid supplement for my inner ear issues, and I found the CVS equivalent on BOGO day. I also found zinc, which was recommended for the same issue, and turmeric pills, for achies. A while back, I bought a vat of turmeric spice, on the advice of other friends, with the intention of adding some to all my foods, but it made everything inedible. I like my food to be yummy ~ it’s one of the last few pleasures I have, besides reading. I sound just like my father! Hey, how about that New York Times, greatest paper on earth, eh? (Inside joke, that no one gets but me.)

I made a lovely omelet: eggs, perfectly beaten; shredded cheese; veggies, etc. Sprinkled in salt, pepper, a tsp. of turmeric. Cooked it all up perfectly. It looked beautiful… and it was totally awful, not edible. I tossed the entire thing in the trash. Anyone need a giant bottle of turmeric? Come ‘n’ get it! Anyway, now I have it in pill form, hurrah.

My kitchen counter definitely looks like grandma central, which doesn’t bother me at all. I find myself embracing my elderliness, rather than fighting it. Why fight? Stressful, not to mention expensive. Besides, being old is the perfect excuse for not doing anything. I’m old, I’m tired, I’m staying home. Who can argue with that?

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The Daily Prompt: Edible

A Whore’s Breakfast

My new band name.

The first time I remember reading the phrase “a whore’s breakfast” was in Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood. Are you old enough to remember when that book was a thing? Good. As I vaguely recall, some mean bastard husband (are there any other kind?) said that to his wife when she and the kids were having birthday cake for breakfast.

I loved the phrase, especially because I’ve been eating cake for breakfast ever since I learned to count calories. Instead of smashing all my calories into an enormous dinner, I often save the dessert for the next day. I don’t like feeling full at bedtime, and it’s fun to look forward to cake (or pie, if you’re one of the weirdos who prefer pie to cake) in the AM.

(Sometimes I have dessert instead of dinner just to mix it up. Yes, I am a wild and crazy chick.)

Urban Dico says that a whore’s breakfast is coffee and a cigarette though. Or possibly a Coke. Hmm. Those just sound like high school breakfasts to me. Not that being in HS and being a whore have to be mutually exclusive.

I prefer to think of cake, especially birthday cake, as the true whore’s breakfast. It’s just so decadent and anti-traditional. Goes against everything your mom told you was Right & Good.

My bosses bought a delicious red velvet cake for my birthday Wednesday and I had a leftover piece for breakfast. Soooo good!

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I hope my pairing of whore and cake in the same poast generates a whole bunch of new bloghits and readers!