Book Review...

So I have just finished reading Oprah's latest book club selection, A Million Little Pieces. I was not, as many of Oprah's minions were, blown away. This book seems to be nothing more than a 430-page collection of oddly strung together curse words with the occasional descprition of the authors stomach contents. I admit that I had read it almost straight through without any breaks; it was difficult to put down at times, but only because I kept waiting for something to happen. It didnt. I kept waiting for this little pompass prick to get his ass kicked (which he seriously deserved), but instead I am expected to believe that he kicks the ass of several infamous mobsters and beats this overwhelming twleve year addiction to the worlds most additive drugs by simply reading the Tao of Somethingorother... I didn't and don't buy it. I am happy to report that I now know the difference between crack and heroin. Maybe that will come in handy. Most of the curse words I was already familiar with...

Whats for supper?

Elizabeth's culinary experience.... 

Where's the Beef Store Muma?

CAUTION! This entry may be offensive to some readers (wussy veggies and vegans mostly...) A friend of a friend of a friend sold us a 1/4 side of beef this week. We all piled into the van to go get it at around suppertime to drive to the end of the earth (also known as Bell's Corners) to pick it up. Zip is seriously looking forward to a winter of steaks, roasts and burgers. Aorta, brace thyself.

Simple Beginnings

So I have started a BLOG. (does Blog stand for something?). When I first heard of Blogs (God I even hate saying Blog in my head; it sounds like something you're trying to expell), I wondered who would think so highly of themselves that they would publish an entire website to thier lives? I will save you the suspense; I am not that interesting. I am winding down what has been a fantastic maternity leave, so I have some extra time. What do I do with this extra time you might ask? Well, I cook and bake (quite well I might add). I run and swim (painfully slow, but six times/week) and I have started a neighborhood watch as well as a bookclub. I guess you could say I am that red-head from desperate housewives. (only fatter and with no immediate plans to kill my husband and sleep with the local pharmacist). Where was I going with this?.... Oh yes; So I was thinking to myself that my sister has a blog, my friend Latz has a blog, and numerous other "bloggers" that I dont care to mention have created these egotistical odes to themselves so I figured, why not me? Maybe I could put this on my resume? Anything to fatten that pamphlet... Happy Blogging!