If you could bottle it…you would make millions
Happy Father’s Day
Happy Father’s Day
A colorful fruit plate is our traditional weekday breakfast. Never the same -each day is a mealnge of seasonal sweet fruits. We toss in a few mini-berry muffins or hardboiled eggs. Voila!
Our stove top has special copper pot where each day we brew an addictive, floral concoction my granddad, Con, named Con Fefe – a name our family and friends have all used for decades.
The pretty pink drink with the sophisticated name was a Best-seller for a decade. Snooty bartenders loathed the concoction. And yet, scores of ladies kept asking for “The Cosmo.”
Sydney bragged that she “didn’t feel a thing” after quaffing three of the pretty cocktails. Buzzed and blurry she slurred the sentence – causing gales of laughter from the other tipplers at the table.
Flash forward, and the ladies who laugh had updated their Drink du jour to the ginger-laced Moscow Mule served in the pretty, shiny, copper mug. The takeaway with the Mule was the it really had “a kick” and a girl would be “rendered bi-lingual” after two of the potent drinks. Whoa!
Senior year, a bunch of us signed up for Ms Ng’s Writing Class.
Everyone said she was an “Easy A” and keeping a journal and a creating a blog were all we had to do. I could do that in my sleep.
Little did we know, she was a graduate of the Stephen King Writing School of hard knocks and homework.
We all had to buy a copy of On Writing – the Memoir of the Craft. And, we had to read it.
There was no blog, no stinkin’ journal. We worked under the strict and strident Ms Ng. Well, that was the rumor our class disseminated. If the class prior was going to ‘fake us out’ with rumors of blogs and journals- we would return serve.
King’s bestseller, pre-imminent book on writing was, as advertised, “…clear, so useful and so revealing…” We inhaled it. King’s life was raucous and riveting.
Turns out, Ng’s class was our favorite class. As tough as she was dialog and vocab- she was a rockstar! We read and wrote the entire two hours. We were “empowered and entertained” and darn it, educated.
King has stated that he donates approximately $4 million per year “to libraries, local fire departments that need updated lifesaving equipment (Jaws of Life tools are always a popular request), schools, and a scattering of organisations that underwrite the arts.
Solution: Shop your closet or take quick trip to the Gap for a pair of flattering new slacks and a filmy peasant blouse. Pick up a chunky necklace at H&M or Charming Charlie’s. Slip on a pair of neutral flats.
#1. Always say ‘Thank you.’
#2 First Date: Offer to pay your half. At a meal – offer to pay for the drinks or the dessert- don’t assume the man is going to pick up the tab.
#3. Respond sil vous plait…RSVP – If an individual has gone to the trouble of sending you an email, the courteous thing to do (even if the person is not your liking) is to respond. Thank the person for the correspondence and either go forward or say, “Thanks, we are not a match – good luck.”
Remember the Golden Rule
Marnie dreamed of marrying a tall, dark and handsome man. She made a Vision Board and collected dozens of magazine pictures of George Clooney types. She bought books about romance, dating, and the Law of Attraction. Her best friend gave her a copy of Dear Saint Anne, Send me a Man. She read it cover to cover and wrote magical quotes on post-it notes. Her mirrors were slathered in post-it notes. She lit a candle every night.
Coming Up Empty
Despite her avid attempts to meet Mr Right, Marnie complained that she rarely met any “TDH” men. Her dream guy simply had to be 6’2. She is 5’7 – in heels.
We met for coffee at Hannah’s Coffee Shop on the Alameda and chatted for two hours. Easily, a half dozen guys smiled our way, nodded, or said “hi.” Blind Marnie didn’t see a thing. She is so fixated on a George Clooney Clone- she does give guy 5’7 a second glance.
We walked across the street to the Whole Foods and went upstairs to the Beer Garden.
She finally agreed to – for two weeks only- look at and smile at men her height. We enjoyed a few of the 16 beers offered…and chatted with some really cool guys – of every shape and size. Marnie slowly got off her high horse and unleashed some flirting mojo.
In the time we were there, I was delighted to seek her give her card to two cute guys.She told them it would be fun to have coffee – and to call her. Bingo!
What are you wasting your time on?
I moved from San Francisco – and my old dull and dreary Market Street job. My beau of four months bliss promised to follow me to The Valley – the land of milk and honey and apple-bumble-cisco-tinder…
While my new job is getting better and better every day – my commute is a breeze. And I have a handful of cool new friends who want to explore Aptos, Pescadero, and make a quick run to Gilroy – not for garlic- the Outlets!
My friend, X and My Beau took the train to visit me last month. I was thrilled. In no time, I noticed the chemistry the two of them had developed in my short absence. A certain patois. Shared jokes. She touched him way too many times and I felt like pushing her away and saying, “He’s mine!”
What do you do when your soon to be best lover starts seeing your soon to be ex best buddy?