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Dring...dring...

Paul it's for you...

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Awesome baby...

The Real Chow Baby is opening a second location in Early 2008 at the Cobb Galleria Mall! Very near where I work.

The new location will be an 8,000 square foot space with two Stir-Fry lines, two bars, a larger grill, a private dining space, a gorgeous patio and as always-complimentary valet parking. Construction begins soon.

"We're Stuffed with Fun!"

This weekend if you just happen to be in Whiting, Indiana don't forget to stop by historic downtown Whiting for the 13th Annual Pierogi Festival.

The Polka Parade is tonight and is a highlight of the festival. Mr. Pierogi and his Pieroguettes (Miss Potato, Miss Cheese, Miss Mushroom, Miss Berry, Miss Beef, Miss Apricot, and Miss Sauerkraut) will lead the parade.

And you won't want to miss seeing the Pierogi Queen and her court.

A weekend filled with fun...if you ask me.

I didn't know...

Bugs Bunny was designed to be the epitome of cool and modeled after Groucho Marx with a carrot rather than a cigar.

Fortunate accidental discoveries...

I want more of them...lots more!

I like this...it's nice...

Starfish

by Eleanor Lerman

This is what life does. It lets you walk up to
the store to buy breakfast and the paper, on a
stiff knee. It lets you choose the way you have
your eggs, your coffee. Then it sits a fisherman
down beside you at the counter who says, Last night,
the channel was full of starfish. And you wonder,
is this a message, finally, or just another day?

Life lets you take the dog for a walk down to the
pond, where whole generations of biological
processes are boiling beneath the mud. Reeds
speak to you of the natural world: they whisper,
they sing. And herons pass by. Are you old
enough to appreciate the moment? Too old?
There is movement beneath the water, but it
may be nothing. There may be nothing going on.

And then life suggests that you remember the
years you ran around, the years you developed
a shocking lifestyle, advocated careless abandon,
owned a chilly heart. Upon reflection, you are
genuinely surprised to find how quiet you have
become. And then life lets you go home to think
about all this. Which you do, for quite a long time.
Later, you wake up beside your old love, the one
who never had any conditions, the one who waited
you out. This is life's way of letting you know that
you are lucky. (It won't give you smart or brave,
so you'll have to settle for lucky.) Because you
were born at a good time. Because you were able
to listen when people spoke to you. Because you
stopped when you should have and started again.
So life lets you have a sandwich, and pie for your
late night dessert. (Pie for the dog, as well.) And
then life sends you back to bed, to dreamland,
while outside, the starfish drift through the channel,
with smiles on their starry faces as they head
out to deep water, to the far and boundless sea.

I should learn this word...

Word of the Day for Wednesday, July 25, 2007

riposte \rih-POST\, noun:

1. A quick thrust given after parrying an opponent's lunge in fencing.
2. A quick and effective reply by word or act.
3. To make a riposte.

My honey honey wants to learn to fence.

Second Honeymoon...

I had my toes painted during lunch and they are now the most delightful shade of pale pink polish called Second Honeymoon.

Think fast, ride safe, feast hard, AB

Feasting on Asphalt 2 airs Saturday, August 4 at 9 p.m.

Guess you know where I'll be every Saturday night until September 8! Get the scoop here.

Speaking in staccato sentences...

De de...de de...de de de de

The office is reeeeallllly cold today.

I'm an old cowhand...

from the Rio Grande.

It's official...I took the test...

I'm a strong type B.

These are people who prize the domestic world over the work world, and the private over the public. B types want their leisure, their hobbies and their family to take a primary part in their life. They may be hard workers, but work is not their only priority, nor will they sacrifice family and personal time to it happily.

Someone has to be a "b".

Harvest...

I'm growing cherry tomatoes, peppers, squash and some herbs on my porch this summer. Here is a picture I took of some of the peppers that I harvested.

I took the picture and turned it into a watercolor. I can't decide if I like it or not...it's different.

My honey honey...

has a photo blog. I've mentioned it before...The Paul Clark Photography Project.

He incorporates music to each slide show of photos that he creates. Right now...I'm listening to the sound of the ocean...as scenes from Pensacola Beach flash in the background.

It's quite relaxing...you really should try it.

Comfort Haven...

I've been going through old papers and throwing things away and found a little scrap of paper that read...

The Road to Comfort Haven:

1) Armoire

2) Mirror

3) Bar bistro and chairs

4) Bathroom thing

I don't really remember what the bathroom thing was supposed to be but...you know...I don't think I actually ended up buying any of those things...and still I think my apartment...is well...in my eyes...my own little Comfort Haven!

Tres Yum!

Why is it that everything that is so good...is not so good for you.

It's been a good week for word of the day...

Word of the Day for Wednesday, July 18, 2007

bibelot \BEE-buh-loh\, noun:

A small decorative object without practical utility; a trinket.

Just something else that needs dusting.

Nero did care...

And today, the 18th of July, is believed to be the anniversary of the fire that burned Rome in 64 AD, while the emperor Nero supposedly played his fiddle. In fact, he wasn't in Rome. He was away at his holiday villa on the coast, and when he heard about the fire, he rushed back to the capital and took charge of the operations.

The rumors about his playing his fiddle probably came from people in the Roman military who did not approve of Nero's artistic leanings.