Sunday, February 18, 2007

Empty Bowls

I first experienced this in Santa fe. The bowls were spectacular and there were a few good soups. I think they originated the idea.

Dallas has made it bigger, but I am not sure it is better. There were about 20 different soups (plastic bowls supplied so you did not have to use the one you chose as part of the $25 admission fee)

Great desserts in Dallas. But Dallas knows how to add sparkle. I am not sure I liked the substance (the bowls) as well. But I had a great time and enjoyed the wonderful chocolate truffles. Next time I will just fill my bowl with truffles instead of soup. But then I am a chocolate girl.

No wonder Adam could only wear a FIG leaf

FIG SALE. Fashion Institute Group. It costs $12 to get in. When the guard told me that, thought he was kidding. I waited outside and asked a few people as they were leaving what they thought and what they bought. They all seemed to think it was worth it because things were 75% off. But I wonder if they shop at the $6 dollar store like I do.

Friday, February 16, 2007

If this is my Valentine, I am afraid to meet the Easter Bunny

Happy Valentines Day!!!!!!

Collards is green
my dog's name is Blue
and I'm so lucky to have
a sweet thang like you.

Yore hair is like cornsilk
a-flapping in the breeze
Softer than Blue's
and without all them fleas.

You move like the bass,
which excite me in May.
You ain't got no scales
but I luv you anyway.

Yo're as satisfy'n as okry
jist a-fry'n in the pan.
Yo're as fragrant as "snuff"
right out of the can.

You have som'a yore teeth,
for which I am proud;
I hold my head high
when we're in a crowd.

On special occasions,
when you shave under yore arms,
well, I'm in hawg heaven,
and awed by yore charms.

Still them fellers at work,
they all want to know,
what I did to deserve
such a purdy, young doe.

Like a good roll of duct tape
yo're there fer yore man,
to patch up life's troubles
and fix what you can.

Yo're as cute as a junebug
a-buzzin' overhead.
You ain't mean like those far ants
I found in my bed.

Cut from the best cloth
like a plaid flannel shirt,
you spark up my life
more than a fresh load of dirt.

When you hold me real tight
like a padded gunrack,
my life is complete;
Ain't nuttin' I lack.

Yore complexion, it's perfection,
like the best vinyl sidin'.
despite all the years,
yore age, it keeps hidin'.

Me 'n' you's like a Moon Pie
with a RC cold drank,
we go together
like a skunk goes with stank.

Some men, they buy chocolate
for Valentine's Day;
They git it at Wal-Mart,
it's romantic that way.

Some men git roses
on that special day
from the cooler at Kroger.
"That's impressive," I say.

Some men buy fine diamonds
from a flea market booth.
"Diamonds are forever,"
they explain, suave and couth.

But for this man, honey, these won't do.
Cause yo're too special, you sweet thang you.
I got you a gift, without taste nor odor,
more useful than diamonds...

Sunday, February 11, 2007

Falling on his head with style and grace

I went to the night of Cortero, the Cirque de Soleil show in Dallas. It was wonderful. But near the end of the final act, one of the acrobats, seemed to suddenly slip and fall on his head. I saw the back of this head near his neck actually hit the floor. My friend Laurance saw his ankle slip over the bar.

The show stopped. It was very dramatic. They came out with a crew of paramedics and rushed him off in a stretcher. There was nothing about it on the news--which is strange because if someone has a car accident--it is on the nighttime news.

Laurance said, "This is part of the risks and it makes you appreciate even more all the work that is accomplished, night after night in an always present danger to make it look easy when in actuality, it takes a lot of efforts and discipline."

Happy Birthday, Ms. USA

A friend invited me to a birthday party for Ms USA.
Not the currently famous one, Tara.
It was Ms USA 1992--Shannon.

A man who I met five years ago and had not seen since knew Shannon and invited me to meet him there. I arrived at nine. He arrived at 11. (that is even later than my ex-husband's average)

So I arrive at Cretia's, looking for Ms USA. It is very odd to go to a birthday party where you do not know anyone. And can't even recognize the birthday girl.

My mother brought me up right. I did bring a gift-wrapped present. A bottle of bubble bath Champagne.

I actually had a great time. I must be on the birthday circuit