Wednesday, June 26, 2013

A POKE IN THE EYE

http://xfinity.comcast.net/blogs/tv/2013/06/25/what-gave-jimmy-kimmel-a-black-eye-and-11-stitches/

Don't we love it when "famous" people do something so incredibly dumb and human?  We love it when they look fallible and not immune to the embarrassing and ridiculous folly that we all occasionally experience.

I laughed so hard when I saw this on Jimmy Kimmel (see link).  First of all I laughed because of the whole "hunky guy" thing, but mostly because I could so relate to the incident.  I DID THE EXACT SAME THING ABOUT TWO WEEKS AGO!

I was running around like a crazy woman on some sort of "gotta be there on time" schedule with too much to do in too short a time.  I had to drop something off for Hub at his office and had a terrible time finding parking.  I was watching the clock, seeing that I was running later and later.  A huge garbage truck was blocking the entrance to the one parking lot that had an empty space in it, so I was annoyed after having circled the block 3 times.  Finally, I saw a car pull out of a spot on the street.  I quickly did my usual expert job of parallel parking, got out and ran to the office, ran back, and with great urgency opened the car door with extra "oomph" -- right into my face.  Just like Jimmy.  Except my door hit me in the eye.

Fortunately, I was wearing my glasses, so the door hit the lens and jammed it against my eye, hard.  I stood there, startled.  Embarrassed.  Concerned.  My eye really, really hurt!  But the lens did not break and my eye was not damaged.  So off I went, still a bit disbelieving that I'd actually been silly enough to open the car door into my own face!  Duh!

Fortunately, the worst that happened was the lens on my glasses was scratched and I may need to have it replaced if they can't buff it out.  No blood and stitches, like Jimmy.

I just wish I had a TV show where I could reenact the scene.  I'd pick Sofia Vergara to play me.

At least, that's the view from here....©


Friday, June 21, 2013

REAL MEN EAT RED MEAT

Father's Day has come and gone.   The family gathered.  The sun shone.  Angel played in the sprinklers.  Future DIL and I talked about wedding plans.  Hub and the boys drank a variety pack of craft beers, comparing hops or whatever.  The boys did not compare gift-giving plans and each gave Hub a new golf cap.  Then we grilled and sat down to dinner.  Pretty traditional Dad's Day.

But wait...I may have made a terrible, unforgivable mistake with the menu!  Here's what we had:


Cilantro-Lime Marinated Chicken Breast, on skewers, with mango and red pepper chunks
Sprouted Rice and Quinoa Blend side
Creamy Lime Cole Slaw with Napa and Red Cabbages
Parmesan Roasted Cauliflower
Dairy Queen Ice Cream "cake" for future DIL's upcoming birthday

Looking at a pre-Father's Day newspaper, still sitting on the coffee table, here's the suggested menu to honor dear old Dad:

Grilled Steak (his choice of cut)
Creamed Cheese Mashed Potatoes
Grilled Romaine with Blue Cheese Dressing
Sausage-Jalapeno Stuffed Peppers
Milk-Chocolate Maple Bacon Cookies

So, I guess I prepared a "girly" meal for Hub.  He seemed to like it though.  Or maybe he liked that I actually cooked an entire meal and only asked his help on a couple of things, and he only had to calm my cooking anxiety once or twice.  He's the regular cook in our household; I assist.  So I'm sure he found the whole enterprise rather amusing.

But back to the man menu....ever heard the term "killing him with kindness"?   Isn't it time we moved on from "traditional guy food" being the kind that contributes to "traditional guy heart attacks"?  I mean, really!

Nutrition Action Health Letter (Subscribe!  Support Center for Science in the Public Interest!) has a June cover story linking consumption of red meat to heart disease, cancer, and diabetes.  And yet, we persist in thinking Dad would like a red meat/high fat meal to honor him.  I don't get it, unless Dad is some sort of world class jerk, in which case next June might be a happier month without him.  In that case, "Sure!  How about seconds?  And a cigar!!!"

As for Hub, I trust he'll be around next year when I will step into the kitchen again for his amusement.

At least, that's the view from here....©