Yes, I do have a doctors note for the absence of piggy posts this week. My poor hubby had to have emergency surgery and I have been calling the hospital home for a week.
As far as the hospital fashion front, nothing to exciting to report. Just a bunch of dazed and confused zombie looking family members with tousled hair and days old disheveled clothing, which I call, “hospital sheik”. Most importantly though, it would not be a hospital without the hideous sacks that adorn every patients body. I like to refer to this unflattering look as,” mental sheik”, because It reminds me of what patients in the insane asylum are sporting. I see a biz op here.
On the food front, I would have to say that my husband was lucky, as he was not allowed much of it. I can report though that the smell of other folks non-tasty hospital vittles was enough to set off the ‘ole gag reflex a time or two.
This whole ordeal has really been one big bad dream. From our semi-private room with a Schizophrenic neighbor, super meanie charge nurses and incompetent doctors with attitudes, we have experienced just about every unpleasant thing that happens in these places. I felt as if I was Alice, on a journey to wonderland, meeting strange and unpleasant creatures.
The great thing about this bad dream is that it has a very happy ending. My hubby is on the road to recovery, and we are going home soon. In homage to hospitals and this incredibly painful experience, I have come up with a new slogan that just about sums it up.
Hospitals, we save but…we suck!!!
(watch us like a hawk or we will try and kill you)
Check out these trendy little black knit shorts I spotted today on the blog, fashiontoast.com. I love, love these things! On my mission to buy a pair of them, I quickly learned that if your not a Do It Yourself knitting expert or fashion model in another country, that these are expensive and darn hard to come by.
Well, I can’t let those silly details get in the way of my need for this cute little heiney sweater. First I headed over to Etsy, where you can find the craftiest people on the planet, no dice. Then I surf on over to my other goto shopping spot for hard to find items, ebay.
Lookie there, the perfect substitute for our hard to find $100-$200 designer knit shorts. These $14.99 black knit shorts are made by Harmonie, and are normally used by ballet dancers. All you need now is some thigh high socks and a fabulous belt and shirt!!! I love it when a fashion plan comes together!
“Reality is merely an illusion, although a very persistent one”
– ALBERT EINSTEIN
What in the world is going on with my skin lately? I am usually the first one to jump in front of a camera to have my picture taken, but lately upon reviewing these unattractive photos, it seems that reality has slapped me right in the face, Ouch!
Who is that woman in those dreadful photos? That’s not me! That’s a puffy eyed middle-aged chick with baby crow’s feet.
It’s these recent photos that have sent me sprinting to the nearest drugstore for a miracle cure.
Well, I can confirm that there isn’t any shortage of serums, eye creams and wrinkle reducers to choose from, so apparently I’m not the only vain person on the planet… that’s good. I don’t feel so terribly shallow now.
So here’s what ended up in my cart:
L’oreal Revitalift Complete Anti Wrinkle and Firming Moisturizer
Olay Regenerist Advanced Anti-aging Serum
ROC Complete Lift Night cream
Will it work, will I be lifted or firmed, or will I continue on my journey to becoming the crypt keeper? I will let you know.
Do you have a miracle cure? If so, I would love to know about it!
Just imagine, your dream sandwich has made its way to your table. It looks deliciously perfect in every way. You raise it to your lips and take a big ‘ole honkin’ bite and.. Womp, Womp, Waaaaaaa… oh, no they didn’t! The dreaded secret ingredient not listed on the menu, your nemesis, is smeared or smothered all over that bad boy.
Just such a thing happened to me recently at one of my favorite restaurants at the Biltmore Estate in NC. I ordered a griddled ham sandwich with gruyère cheese, apple and arugula with honey maple mayo. What the menu failed to mention was that honey maple mayo= horseradish polooza. HORSERADISH, a nasty little root that cannot be ignored, and my nemesis!
Some people love this unattractive little root, but I personally think there should be a proper warning when this stuff has been secretly placed in the food of unsuspecting patrons. They should make glue out of this horsey, not food!
What’s your food nemesis, cilantro, hidden pickles, secret sauces??
Shout it out brothers and sisters!
Let me introduce you to my new friend, Carmelita.
I was introduced to Carmelita at this year’s; bring your neighbor some sinful Christmas treats swap. Let me tell you, Carmelita is a thing of beauty with her oatmeal, chocolate chips, caramel, pecans and gooey consistency.
One bite of these will make you will slap yo mama!
In case your mama needs a good slap or you feel like adopting a new addiction today, here’s the recipe.
1 c. flour
1 c. quick oats
3/4 c. brown sugar
3/4 c. butter, softened
1/2 tsp. baking soda
1/2 tsp. salt
1 c. semi-sweet chocolate chips
1/2 c. nuts (opt.)
3/4 c. caramel ice cream topping & 3 tbsp. flour (mix)
Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Bake in approximately 8″x8″ pan. Combine first 6 ingredients to form crumb mixture. Press half mixture in the bottom of the pan. Reserve other half of mixture for top. Bake at 350 degrees for 10 minutes.
After the mixture has baked 10 minutes, layer the chocolate chips, nuts and caramel with flour poured on top, in this order. Then crumble remaining flour mixture on top and bake 20 to 25 minutes at 350 degrees. Place in refrigerator to completely cool, before cutting. Store in air tight container in refrigerator for best results.
Mmm…dog food and fries. Actually, it’s the haggis that my husband was dying to try, it’s also the haggis that almost made us barf from the smell alone.
I did it!!! After many years of family and friends trying to coax me into loving the malty, hoppy, nasty excuse for a beverage called Beer. I am proud to say that I am now part of this exclusive club. Apricot Beer, who knew it was delicious!
High Five 🙂
Friday night wino and dino at Yellow Dog Eats. This is an eclectic little pad, known for its BBQ. The owner and chef’s name is simply “Fish”. You get the picture.
Check out this Wine Glass…Love it!
Beer Cheese Soup topped with popcorn, Neato!
This was carved in our table, maybe they knew I was coming.
Road trippin’ with my favorite allies, fully loaded we got snacks and supplies.
-Red Hot Chili Peppers
Well, as you can see this little piggy went to the market and got our road snacks. Feast your eyes on this delicious junk food that we will be horking down on this 10 hour journey.
The piggy is out of the barn and ready to eat…
No, I don’t have a speech impediment, I really meant, the Piggy is packing. We are making our yearly trek North for a family ski adventure.
Which brings me to the packing part of this post. Let me just start out by saying, I’m a packing nerd. I’m a planner, I like to be prepared and I don’t like to wear things twice. Packing for a trip is like a tactical operation.
I need a spreadsheet to plan out what I will wear each step of the journey. I use a mathematical equation to find out how much I can squeeze in the car this time. One week at two outfit’s a day not including PJ’S underwear, socks and bulky ski stuff and that is just for me. I also pack the same amount of things for my daughter and fortunately a little less for my hubby. Men can wear the same outfit all week with a smile, Gross! Oh well, that means more room in the car for my stuff.
Did I also mention, a ski sled, snack bag, DVD player, movies, toys, games, pillows, computers and reading materials and whatever else I decide that I can’t live without.
This will surely put a smile on my hubby’s face the morning we leave.
I will absolutely try to leave the kitchen sink behind this time.
Okay, so what is my fashion philosophy?
For me, if I like it, I wear it! I don’t care where it comes from, second- hand store, the mall, my husband, or my dear ole’ granny. If I like it and I think it’s interesting, I’m wearing it. I try not to keep my idea of what looks good, in a box. Meaning that even though I like to keep up with the latest trends, I’m not gonna be constrained by it. If you wanna stand out, which I do, try using FLAIR. Flair can be virtually anything you wear, big or small, that let’s the world get a little taste of who you are. Hence my flair of the day, a Smurfy, furry, diva half coat, that I got from Plato’s Closet.
Don’t be scared of the flair, it’s fun!