Once again, I'm a guest of the state of NJ. Filed for unemployment yesterday. This time, though...it's for all good reasons. Hopefully, won't have to suckle on the tit of the state for all that long, though. Plan is to find gainful employment in New Orleans, close enough to not have to drive the car!
Things are getting out of control here at the house in NJ. Boxes everywhere, dust and Max hair abounds. This is the last weekend my bedroom will remain unscathed. Tuesday it comes down. All the doodads hanging from the ceiling, all the glow in the dark stars, all the purple cloths from over the bed, and the ornament tree...all coming down and shoved into boxes. It's a beautiful weekend here, but sad as well.
Had buttered crumb buns from B&W bakery in bed this morning. That's the last time I get to do that. I believe the next time I have pastries in bed it will be in a bed situated in New Orleans and the pastry will be from that french pastisserie around the corner from the house. Not that I need pastry in bed, mind you..but what better way to start a weekend morning that coffee and pastry in bed???
Going down to Belmar tomorrow. It may be the last time for that, too....and yes officer, I always drink cranberry juice on the beach. No, you cannot have a sip, else you'll discover it's really wine.
Somehow, I'm planning to make soft shell crabs tonight....I have one pot and one saute pan. This oughta be interesting, especially since all I have is paper plates. Oh, how degrading for the soft shell crab is that..to be unceremoniously plopped onto Dixie???
Saturday, May 29, 2010
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
It really is too hot in the kitchen!!
I've got one full day of work left here in NJ and a few hours on Friday just to help my replacement close the books. 12 catered events planned for tomorrow so the day is going to be busy enough without adding the fact that my head is spinning reminiscent of Linda Blair.
3 huge wardrobe boxes were just dropped off today. I'm going to need a bigger boat.
It's 92 degrees here today. May as well get used to this now, eh?? Changed the address with the mailman. Nothing left hanging on any walls except in my bedroom. I'm rather loathe to destroy my bedroom until the last minute. The rest of the house looks like Ringling Bros. came for a short visit, but the bedroom is still a sanctuary. I'd like to keep it that way a few more days.
I made a mango mascarpone profiterole today for the graduation VIP dinner tomorrow. Cooked the mango with a bit of coconut milk and basil. Blended it with mascarpone, then folded in whipped cream. It tasted like summer....all it was missing was an icy proseco.
Can't even begin to tell you how much I wish it was June 30 already. Oh yeah...Max and I are flying First Class to New Orleans. First time for me, pretty sure it's the first time for Max, too..hahaha
3 huge wardrobe boxes were just dropped off today. I'm going to need a bigger boat.
It's 92 degrees here today. May as well get used to this now, eh?? Changed the address with the mailman. Nothing left hanging on any walls except in my bedroom. I'm rather loathe to destroy my bedroom until the last minute. The rest of the house looks like Ringling Bros. came for a short visit, but the bedroom is still a sanctuary. I'd like to keep it that way a few more days.
I made a mango mascarpone profiterole today for the graduation VIP dinner tomorrow. Cooked the mango with a bit of coconut milk and basil. Blended it with mascarpone, then folded in whipped cream. It tasted like summer....all it was missing was an icy proseco.
Can't even begin to tell you how much I wish it was June 30 already. Oh yeah...Max and I are flying First Class to New Orleans. First time for me, pretty sure it's the first time for Max, too..hahaha
Sunday, May 23, 2010
Laissez le bon temps roulle!!!!
This is home n three weeks!!!! Outside is being painted this week. Inside has a beautiful sunroom/foyer, perfect for my coffin! Living room and dining room have lovely ornamental fireplaces, 12ft. ceilings. Two huge bedrooms, two full bathrooms and the biggest kitchen I've ever had...large enough for a table and 4 chairs. Yard, covered patio, covered car port, washer and dryer in a utility room.
In my best Rosemary's Baby voice I say ''....this is no dream, this is really happening...."
Now, to get to work on getting settled in. Once that is done, I'll look for work and look harder for a place to put my shoppe!!
Saturday, May 15, 2010
Eh Le Bah!
Sure, it's been about a hundred years since I posted here. Give a girl a break and I'll fill you in to the happenings and shakings at 1313 Mockingbird Lane.
February, Mardi Gras.....and another year stuck in New Jersey. Knew it was time to sell the house. Knew it was one of the 'now or never' moments staring me in the face. All I really wanted to do was hide under the covers and wait for the moment to pass me by. I'm not really like that, ya know?? Pow wowed with Ivan and put the place on the market. 4 offers within 4 weeks!! Don't know if I can really count the offer made by the lady who then suffered a debilitating allergy to Max-i, though. It's not like she comes with the house, or anything like that..but, she took her almost offer and hit the CVS for an antidote.
Which brings me to the business of actually letting strangers enter your home and poke about your shit. I'm not the world's best housekeeper and it was painfully evident when you daily are 'on the market'. Don't leave a fork in the sink. Don't leave the toilet lid up. Don't leave your panties on the top of the laundry pile. Hope to god that Max doesn't yak up a hair ball in the middle of the living room carpet half an hour before the realtor comes. It was downright exhausting. You get to a point where you have to wonder if the house really won't sell because you neglected to empty the dishwasher, or if a potential buyer sees my toothbrush.
So, we accepted an offer from a nice young couple with a 4 year old son. I believe they'll be happy here. This house has wonderful karma from 18 years of good living. I have magnificent memories of life in this house. I did a lifetime of getting to know myself here. It's hard to walk away from that.
But, I've always dreamed to having a business of my own. I hate working for other people. I don't care to have people who can tell you how to get from point A to point B without really getting what is happening around you at the moment. All I ever wanted to do was feed people, and make them happy. I'm a pisces. It's what we do.
And so, this Thursday, Lou and I are flying down to New Orleans to find a place to live. We've been there every year in the past 8 years. We both believe we've lived there before. Even if that's nothing but a bunch of hooey, we do feel the ghosts of that city in our lives. It's uncanny, actually....you have to feel it, smell it, hear it, to know what I mean. We love it there.
The moving van is coming June 8th or 9th. My life will be deposited somewhere in New Orleans on June 14th. Eh Le Bah means 'hey, over there!". It's a cajun greeting. Laissez le bon temps roulle means 'let the good times roll'. How can I possibly do anything else??? This is me we're talking about, after all.
I'll land on my feet, I always do.
February, Mardi Gras.....and another year stuck in New Jersey. Knew it was time to sell the house. Knew it was one of the 'now or never' moments staring me in the face. All I really wanted to do was hide under the covers and wait for the moment to pass me by. I'm not really like that, ya know?? Pow wowed with Ivan and put the place on the market. 4 offers within 4 weeks!! Don't know if I can really count the offer made by the lady who then suffered a debilitating allergy to Max-i, though. It's not like she comes with the house, or anything like that..but, she took her almost offer and hit the CVS for an antidote.
Which brings me to the business of actually letting strangers enter your home and poke about your shit. I'm not the world's best housekeeper and it was painfully evident when you daily are 'on the market'. Don't leave a fork in the sink. Don't leave the toilet lid up. Don't leave your panties on the top of the laundry pile. Hope to god that Max doesn't yak up a hair ball in the middle of the living room carpet half an hour before the realtor comes. It was downright exhausting. You get to a point where you have to wonder if the house really won't sell because you neglected to empty the dishwasher, or if a potential buyer sees my toothbrush.
So, we accepted an offer from a nice young couple with a 4 year old son. I believe they'll be happy here. This house has wonderful karma from 18 years of good living. I have magnificent memories of life in this house. I did a lifetime of getting to know myself here. It's hard to walk away from that.
But, I've always dreamed to having a business of my own. I hate working for other people. I don't care to have people who can tell you how to get from point A to point B without really getting what is happening around you at the moment. All I ever wanted to do was feed people, and make them happy. I'm a pisces. It's what we do.
And so, this Thursday, Lou and I are flying down to New Orleans to find a place to live. We've been there every year in the past 8 years. We both believe we've lived there before. Even if that's nothing but a bunch of hooey, we do feel the ghosts of that city in our lives. It's uncanny, actually....you have to feel it, smell it, hear it, to know what I mean. We love it there.
The moving van is coming June 8th or 9th. My life will be deposited somewhere in New Orleans on June 14th. Eh Le Bah means 'hey, over there!". It's a cajun greeting. Laissez le bon temps roulle means 'let the good times roll'. How can I possibly do anything else??? This is me we're talking about, after all.
I'll land on my feet, I always do.
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