3 Things I’m loving this week

1. JR’s Last Laugh Comedy Club. We went to Jr’s to celebrate our anniversary on Saturday night and I was, once again, reminded how much I love that place. Not only are the comedians always hilarious, but at least one of the owners of the place are always there to greet you, sing to all the audience members celebrating special occasions, and introduce the guest MC. And, when you leave, one of the owners stands at the door, shakes your hand and asks you if everything was good and if you had fun. There’s not another business in town that even comes CLOSE to that kind of customer service.  Don’t forget to support them on your next date night.

Photo: Romulo Yanes & Randy Mayor Story by Ann Taylor Pittman and Tim Cebula

2. Cooking for idiots.  Finally some easy-to-understand explanations to the basic cooking mistakes I’ve been making. I do, or have done, almost every one of these, including the one illustrated above.

3. Buffalo ranch salad dressing. If you like it when your salad makes you sweat a little bit, this is the dressing for you. Delish!


3 Things I’m not loving this week

1. This Vogue article makes me sad/angry/irate/disgusted on about 15 levels. Jezebel calls it the worst Vogue article ever and, I couldn’t agree more.

To be honest, I’m not all that familiar with any articles Vogue writes because I could care less about fashion and anorexic models. But, when you start dragging SEVEN YEAR OLDS into it, well, then, I start to care. A lot. This is a mother projecting her deepest fears (getting fat) onto her daughter. And, in my opinion (and as a former little fat girl, I feel I’m qualified to say this), screwing her up for life.

As Charlotte points out over at The Great Fitness Experiment, it would seem there is a silver lining here: Bea won’t have to explain a lot of the background to her therapist in a few years, she can just hand over a copy of her mom’s article in Vogue…or the book…and say, SEE WHAT I’VE HAD TO DEAL WITH!?!

2. Shopping. Before I had kids, back when I was in my 20s and 30s, I had gobs of money and plenty of time to kill. I loved to shop and would spend entire weekends at the mall, wandering around and finding killer deals here & there. Now, I’m short on time, money and, apparently, patience.

I don’t have time to look for the perfect pants and I sure as heck don’t have time to look for the perfect pants at a bargain price. So I pay whatever price is on the item I need (yep, even FULL RETAIL), whether it’s precisely what I want or not because I don’t have time to mess around.

And, somewhere in the last 10 years, I’ve lost all tolerance for crowded stores, meandering window shoppers and people who stand too close to me in line.

3. Broccoli. I give up. I love it, but it hates me. Do me a favor…if you ever see me in any store and I have broccoli in my cart, just take it out and beat me over the head with it because it be less painful that what will happen to me if I actually eat the $#@#*($ stuff.