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Friday
a message for the neighbor
Disclaimer: Living in the sticks isn't the worst thing in the world. It's generally quiet and usually a short car ride from wherever we may need to go on a regular basis. This message is for all the "Beths" in the world who can't mind their own damn business and seem to thrive on the misfortune of others.
Dear Beth,
I now know where the "nosy neighbor" stereotype comes from, it comes from you. You know full freaking well that my husband and I aren't big into living in suburbia, that we're here as a result of a housing choice made long before I came to living here.
When I stopped at the neighbor's garage sale at the end of the summer and introduced myself to her I was a little put off that she knew which house I lived in, how many children I have and how old they are. Let's see, how would she know that? I never met her in my life.
You know we are "hi"/"bye" people in this neighborhood. Our philosophy is that we do not live in a townhouse so there's no reason to coexist to the point of downright friendliness and familiarity for the sake of an association. If your curiosity must be satisfied regarding our social lives...my husband loves his work and does most of his socializing there, we are getting involved in our church/school and I have a handful of friends I communicate with on a regular basis.
Now, to the point...this message is all about how you told my husband yesterday about the tragic loss of our yard-behind neighbor's infant. You actually approached my husband as soon as he came home from work and ambushed him with the horrible news as he was bringing the garbage cans up the driveway. WHAT??? We barely even knew she was pregnant! How is that our business?
I've asked you about your "mom's club", I've asked you about who you use as a babysitter and you don't share ANY information about such things, things that are positive and productive. You even snickered on my son's first day of school about how far we have to drive to bring him there.
To your (and your husbands) credit, we can trust each other to be normal enough to do small favors when you/we are out of town so thanks for that but please, keep the garish, gauche gossip to yourself. I would think that you have FOUR CHILDREN would keep you busy enough to mind your own business, two does it for me!
Sincerely,
Hotdish
Dear Beth,
I now know where the "nosy neighbor" stereotype comes from, it comes from you. You know full freaking well that my husband and I aren't big into living in suburbia, that we're here as a result of a housing choice made long before I came to living here.
When I stopped at the neighbor's garage sale at the end of the summer and introduced myself to her I was a little put off that she knew which house I lived in, how many children I have and how old they are. Let's see, how would she know that? I never met her in my life.
You know we are "hi"/"bye" people in this neighborhood. Our philosophy is that we do not live in a townhouse so there's no reason to coexist to the point of downright friendliness and familiarity for the sake of an association. If your curiosity must be satisfied regarding our social lives...my husband loves his work and does most of his socializing there, we are getting involved in our church/school and I have a handful of friends I communicate with on a regular basis.
Now, to the point...this message is all about how you told my husband yesterday about the tragic loss of our yard-behind neighbor's infant. You actually approached my husband as soon as he came home from work and ambushed him with the horrible news as he was bringing the garbage cans up the driveway. WHAT??? We barely even knew she was pregnant! How is that our business?
I've asked you about your "mom's club", I've asked you about who you use as a babysitter and you don't share ANY information about such things, things that are positive and productive. You even snickered on my son's first day of school about how far we have to drive to bring him there.
To your (and your husbands) credit, we can trust each other to be normal enough to do small favors when you/we are out of town so thanks for that but please, keep the garish, gauche gossip to yourself. I would think that you have FOUR CHILDREN would keep you busy enough to mind your own business, two does it for me!
Sincerely,
Hotdish
French Friday
Would someone kindly direct me to The Magic Pan?
Here's a map of Oak Brook Center in Oak Brook, IL. My mom would take me to The Magic Pan either there or at Woodfield after back to school clothes shopping (and two hours at Lane Bryant for her). I always had the chicken crepes and then hot fudge sundae crepes for dessert. What on earth happened to The Magic Pan? I mean the actual restaurant, not the two stands that have been revived by Let Us Entertain You (one right here at Mall of America and who wants to go there on purpose?). Click for info on the stands.
French Friday
pictured: Dawn French, comedy genius & the Ab Fab "Last Shout" special with an appearance by Christian Lacroix. Really, there's no better television or comedy than what these women give us.
Back when I first moved to Minnesota I was broke, broke, broke (this was about when I realized I should have gone to college as maybe I would've at least raked in the cost of living)...anyway, I used to go to the library to take out video tapes as part of my entertainment and that's when I discovered Absolutely Fabulous, pure genius from the UK.
French Friday
Okay, so, it will be a long time before I ever see the real Paris so here's the hotel is Las Vegas. I stayed there twice in 2005, once for a girls weekend (thanks again to Fifi for planning that, go figure) and then in August for my honeymoon. Photos are from the honeymoon. Viva Las Vegas!
My mother actually did make it to Paris. She had a great job for awhile and part of the gig was to travel the world with her boss (rough stuff,eh?). She gave me this frame with photographs she took of The Eiffel Tower, bless her soul.
French Friday
Thanks again to Fifi for bringing me to NYC all those times. I believe I've gone to Les Sans Culottes with her two or three times for the price fixed lunch.
French Friday/Things I Like X
Okay, I haven't found a website that pertains to this taste delight (yet) but believe me when I tell you it's delicious. I found it at Market Place. It's well worth the whopping $4.99 price tag.
Vive la France!
Fuggedaboutit Friday
I couldn't find a decent photo of pasta fagioli the way I like it (not zuppa), but I did find that I am quite hungry now that I've perused www.epicurious.com a bit.
Fuggedaboutit Friday
Fuggedabout sitting down to a hill of chocie sannie cookies, I like biscotti, aka doorstops. I specifically like Nonni's lemon (limone), therefore I do not keep them in the house.
first image from tastingmenu.com
Fuggedaboutit Friday
I believe it's been about 24 years since my uncle took us to this restaurant in NYC. The experience was that unforgettable.
It was then that I fell in love with the city that never sleeps. Thanks to Fifi for making certain I had a good time every time I went there following.
Fuggedaboutit Friday
I cooked polenta last night (I forgot to take a photo). It's worth trying if you never have before, heaven knows where I've been that I didn't do it sooner.
Fuggedaboutit Friday
Nobody understands why I didn't dine at any of these three places when I was in IL last week. Lou's-best pizza, Ricobene's-for very good sandwiches (an all time favorite of The Nutshell) & there's nothing wrong with Gino's East. As far as I can read, while they're growing at a steady pace, none of these places have branched out of the Chicago area...savvy indeed.
Fuggedaboutit Friday
I always wanted one of these and one of those satin jackets with the map of Italy on the back. I'm not Italian but I know people who are.
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