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Fine Dining 100

Last night I had an incredible urge for chocolate, so I made some dark chocolate, chocolate and peanut butter chip cookies. They are fantastic, but they tear my tummy up a bit and I end up “remembering” the cookies for the rest of the day. That didn’t stop me from having a handful for breakfast…..and then a handful for lunch as well.

Hubby and I went to the airport with DaBoss to pick up our special guest conductor, Michael Kibblewhite. We had debated whether we should or not, but I’m glad that we did, because as it turns out, he was interested in getting a bit to eat before heading to his hotel for the night.

So where do you take your originally-from-England-and-transplanted-to-Italy special guest?

Why Denny’s of course! What says welcome to America better than Denny’s?!

Actually, it was just perfect. It was fairly calm there, the waitress was good and the food came out just perfectly. Michael was happy, DaBoss – who’d never been to Denny’s while she’s lived here, and Hubby and I were quite happy to discuss the differences in choirs and cultures.

I’ve had so many meals with so many different circumstances there that I’m thinking I should write a book called, “My Life at Denny’s”.

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Happy Spring! -101

Today was the first day of Spring. It was chilly, but my neighbors were out raking leaves and getting their yard ready for all the greenery that seems to be popping up everywhere.

Too bad they are calling for a slushy-wintery mix this week. Blech.

Tomorrow, we have a special guest coming in to work with our students for a week. Mr. Michael Kibblewhite is the founder of the acclaimed and multi-award winning UK youth choir Cantate.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We met Mr. Kibblewhite at the Sherborne International Youth Festival in England in 2009. It was one of his last performances with his choir, Cantate, before he moved to Italy. Our singers were so impressed with him, that we’ve been very fortunate to have a very generous sponsor bring him to spend a week here with us.

I’m sure I’ll have lots of sneak peeks and fun to share!

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Bingo rocks – 102

We went to play tipsy Bingo with R and N and Jenny. We had a blast!

I actually won a dish of rocks. No lie.

Jenny went as well. The woman who complains that she never wins anything won a purse and a gift card. Yay, Jenny!

 

After Bingo, we had pizza, played a rousing game of Bocce and enjoyed a fire and a cold drink! Fantastic day!

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A Frog, a Horse, His Wife and Kids 103

Today, I felt like this:

Yep! Looks just like me when I’m annoyed. Can’t you see the resemblance just there, around the eyes?

Nothing seemed to be going well and I was tense and frustrated and just plain grumpy.

So, I had Hubby take me down for Happy Hour.

Which turned out to be not so happy. 4 Huckleberry Cosmos and a dark black beer later I was *slightly* more relaxed. I’m not kidding… only slightly. Maybe I’d calmed down to this:

Just maybe.

I’d had enough of the Not-So-Happy-Hour and was ready to walk home. Recently, they’ve put in lights around an area in my community that is an open space. As I walked in the beautiful evening air, this sight did more to calm me than the adult beverages had:

And then, I found a friend who reminded me that you can stay calm, even in the face of imminent danger.

Mr. Frog was directly in the middle of a walkway that people were strolling around (us) and others were biking around (eek!). When I asked Hubby to pick him up for a close up shot, he never moved or squirmed or made any attempt to hop off Hubby’s hand, even though Hubby wasn’t the most stable platform and I was having troubles getting Mr. Frog’s good side. Once we were done  with his close up (Mr. DeMille) we put Mr. Frog into some hay so he wouldn’t wind up under a bicycle tire.

Ahhhh.. much better. That little frog did more for my mood than anything else had that entire day – including Bess.

While we were walking the two blocks back to our house, we passed the home of the little horse I go and visit  on my walks. We don’t live in the country – yet- but there is someone in my neighborhood who owns a small horse.  A few days ago I had walked by and noticed that he’d gotten some new company in his yard. Apparently his mail order bride had come with a ready-made family of two kids. Nanny goat and a little white kid and a little red kid had wandered around the yard, climbing up on a pile of sticks and getting used to their new home. The next day I walked by, the horse was lying by the pool with the kids tucked up next to him. Nanny was wandering the yard. He *almost* didn’t come to get his smuggled baby carrots, but he eventually did abandon his sitting duties to come say hello, get his goodies and trot up and down the fence line with me.

As I related how Horse had gotten a new wife and kids,  while walking in the moonlight with Hubby, I felt calm and at peace once again.

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Happy St. Pat’s – 104

It’s St. Pat’s today and I made sure I wore green so the little gremlins at work wouldn’t have the opportunity to give me a pinch.

Actually, I was quite impressed with the level of creativity the kids have for St. Pat’s now. Ribbons, bows, tiny hats, silly headbands, striped socks… you name it, I saw it tonight if it had green on it, including Hubby with a pair of shamrocks sprouting from his head and beads wound round his neck. I love that my 6 foot 5 fuzzy faced man will wear those silly things to get a laugh from the kids.

It’s late and I’m tired. Tomorrow I have much work to work on, and Saturday I’m looking forward to some basket bingo with friends. I thought it was going to be for Longaberger baskets, but found out it’s for Pampered Chef items instead. I’m sure I could use some of that.

I finally got #4 to go with me to the gym today. AND I got her to help me work on a strength training routine. Woot! (btw, I’m much stronger than I thought I was.. sheesh! Gotta love that hearty peasant stock!)

 

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New Things 105

Part of my world (uh oh, lyric bomb – I hear the Little Mermaid singing in her grotto) is the try new things. If you’ve ever read Jen Lancaster’s book My Fair Lazy or Such a Pretty Fat then you’ll know that in these two books she was working on making personal transformations and life style choices. In Such a Pretty Fat, she challenged herself to lose 50 lbs and in My Fair Lazy, she decided she needed better conversation topics at cocktail parties – and a little more culture – in her life. Jen’s writing is very honest, witty and a pleasure to read. I can’t say they were the sole impetus for some of  the changes I’ve been working on, but I will admit that I think back and reference them while I’m doing it. Today, I did a few new things to broaden (or decrease if you want to look at it that way) my horizons.

I was pretty tense today and frustrated with work and the sheer amount of paper piles I have on my desk and the floor surrounding my desk. I hadn’t taken my walk. I hadn’t gone to the gym. I was feeling antsy and Hubby could tell. Friends had invited us out for happy hour at a Japanese Steakhouse called , Sake.

When we got there, our friends hadn’t confirmed with us, so we had no idea if they were coming or not. We got the menu and started looking over the happy hour choices. I have to read each item to be sure there are no onions in the roll and that was taking some time. It was ok, though, because just as we had deciphered what kind of drink we might like to try, our friends walked in.

Practically before we sat down, T had ordered 3-5 dishes and drinks. I was still poring over the menu. When the server came back with the beverages, T ordered 3 or 4 more dishes. My head was spinning and I was getting cranky so I ordered a Sake-tini which was kind of sweet, but not in a syrupy way. More of a freshly pulverized fruit way. It was very good. Then T started pouring hot sake and that was amazing. I’m not sure I could do an entire carafe, or two, but the warmth was actually refreshing.

I finally handed the “approved” list to Hubby after the waitress had come to see if we were ready at least 4 times. It wasn’t her fault  we were sushi incompetent, but we did take a bit of time deciding. Hubby placed an order and I sat back to see what he’d chosen.

The dishes began to come out fast and furious, with my favorite thing being the wasabi paste and the ginger slices. The presentation was like art! They were simply gorgeous to look at.

Whitefish Tempura

This was the Whitefish Tempura

Seared Tuna

This was the seared tuna.

something fishy

This was our platter. I liked the ginger the best.

This was one of the many our friends had ordered

Most of it tasted pretty good and some of it I’d eat again. I can hold my own with the chopsticks, so that worked out well. Forgive the TV Batman Series camera angles. I feel like I should have put POW! BAM! and BOOM! in a starburst or something.

After our meal, we came home for a little couch and TV time, but my body has loved the movement it gets lately and kinda like my dog pesters me for her walk, it was nagging at me because I hadn’t exercised yet. I have a s-l-o-w digestive system (what can I say, I’m efficient!) and dinner was still sitting pretty heavy on my stomach, but what the hell…

It was dark, my daughter had run off with my gym card (shhhh, don’t tell) and Hubby was beginning to doze so I thought that since I’m in week three of Project 121, I’d better step it up a bit and I popped my Jillian Michaels  “Shred” dvd in. How hard could it be? I used to be able to whiz right through this awhile back.

O. M. G.

I’m sure the combination of sake, sushi and Jillian wasn’t the best, and I finished about 95% of the first level. I thought I was on Biggest Loser and I was going to toss my sushi all over the place, but I didn’t and I finished that nasty old meanie Jillian’s work out, and I got my blog in and I’m feeling much more relaxed. Now it’s time for bed.

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Giving – 107

Unless you are just waking up from a coma, or have been living under a rock, you are aware of the devastation that has befallen Japan after the earthquakes and tsunami.

I choose not to glue myself to any sort of news media when these things tend to occur. I want to get the pertinent information and then tune it all out. It’s not because I’m insensitive, in fact, it’s because of the opposite. I’d be drawn in, worried by all the media’s ‘possibility’ angles and the conjecture of what could happen elsewhere. I’m very concerned for the people and their plight, but *I* personally can’t stop the subject from bashing around inside my head like a moth to flame if I engage too much of it.

Instead, I like to be a part of the next step. I would rather focus my energy on what I can do to improve the situation that these people find themselves in. Usually, this means a donation of some kind. Money, goods, and if I can, time and labor are the responses I lean towards.

So today, I went in search of an organization that I felt comfortable donating to.

This might sound like a rather odd statement, but regrettably, some people see opportunity at every turn. Charities are always fertile feeding grounds for less than savory characters who like to prey on the kindness and willingness of man to help his neighbor.

Years ago, I donated often to just about anyone who called me. We were a family of 6 living on one salary and there was very little discretionary income. I’ve always wanted to help whenever I can. It goes along with being grateful for what I had and understanding that others have less.

I don’t recall what tipped me off, whether it was a letter or just a question asked of the telemarketer who was soliciting donations (I tend to believe it was the latter) but the information that came to me was fairly astonishing. This charity, that I had given so freely to in the past, only sent a fraction of my donation to the recipients and kept the rest as administrative costs and overhead. That meant that out of my dearly scraped and hoarded $10.00 that I donated to someone else, about 50 cents was going to the charity. It turned my stomach to find this out, and it was only available information if you asked. Now, you have to ask in writing to get a disclosure statement and many fundraisers will not reveal over the phone what percentage the charity will actually receive from your donation.

Enter the age of the internet. Donations are far more easy to collect now that we have the web, and sadly, just as many are waiting in the wings to bilk the concerned public from their funds. That’s why, when I decided I wanted to give to relief efforts for Japan, I was very careful to look up the organization I chose.

When disaster strikes, most people automatically think “Red Cross”. I am not belittling the Red Cross efforts in the slightest, but I did feel uncomfortable when I read,

Donations to the American Red Cross can be allocated for the International Disaster Relief Fund, which then deploys to the region to help.

What that says to me is that the Red Cross can decide how much they are willing to spend on that disaster, no matter how many donations come in for a specific event. You may have your own reason for wanting your money to go to just the Japanese, but the Red Cross may decide that another event may need those dollars more. I respect their model for trying to stay open to help no matter when  or how many events may occur, but that’s not the way *I* wanted to give.

I also looked into Salvation Army. Another highly reputable organization with a long history of helping. If it wasn’t tied directly to a single religion, I’d be more apt to donate there.

I looked at a few more options and finally stumbled on to www.charitynavigator.org

At Charity Navigator I was able to type in the name of the charity I was interested in and get a report of how much goes to the program, how much goes to the administrative costs, who the president was, what their compensation is, how much they’ve raised and how much they’ve paid out on their programs and just about any other thing to make me feel comfortable enough to give freely.

For Japan’s efforts, I chose Americares. It has a four-star rating based on its statistics (Red Cross only got 3) and I felt that this was the correct choice for me.

No matter what the event is that you wish to donate towards, I urge you to give wisely. Check out your charity with Charitynavigator.org and then give freely and with love and support for your fellow-man.

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In A Word – 108

This month’s theme for the Nablopomo challenge of blogging every day for the entire month of March is, “In a Word”.

Most of the time I ramble on about whatever strikes my fancy, but today I wanted to post a word that has become very important in my life.

I’ve always been thankful, albeit maybe not as consciously as I could have been. Maybe you just didn’t recognize the moment for what it was.  Sometimes it takes the loss of something to let you know how much you really appreciated what you had. Since my children are grown and following their own paths, I’ve taken much time to figure out, “What’s next?”

Looking back at all that’s gone before and realizing the awesome and incredible future I have, the better question at times is “What’s now?”

Now is what matters, and to be present in the now of things, you have to open your eyes wide, look around and appreciate it all.

That’s it. That’s my word,  and the best thing I’ve learned lately. Conscious gratitude.

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No Bones About It -109

I’m not sure how it happens, or why, but people get set in their ways about food choices. It’s almost as if it’s the only thing in life you really have control over as in how much you put in your mouth, what it looks like before you do, how it tastes and how you like it prepared.

I’m not immune to food quirks.

I’m not a big fan of bones in my meat. I don’t like the smell of turkey or chicken roasting and watching people eat wings, chicken legs or pulling meat from bones kinda turns my stomach. Hubby, LOVES fried chicken, so we will occasionally go pick him up some. I’ll sit in another room and he’ll enjoy and open a window to rid the house of what I call “the stink”. We even cook our holiday bird on the grill to avoid the aroma.

I usually don’t like to drink alcohol and eat food. Every once in a while a beer with something sounds good, but the reality of drinking a strong beverage while eating overcomes the thought.

I don’t really like pasta. It’s heavy and makes me sleepy as soon as I eat it. I prefer to eat Shiritaki Noodles.

I don’t like many sweet things. Chocolate should be cold and berries should be warm more often than not.

I truly enjoy the flavor of foods that have a flavor closer to nature than processed things. The closer it is to tasting like dirt or twigs, the happier I am.

Do you have any food quirks?