Genre- Act II; Scene 12- The Law of Unintended Consequences

Genre- Act II; Scene 12- *Script notes read...

Tone- Epideictic, maybe deliberative

Cast of Seven Characters-

• praise
  
• blame
  
• value
• informative
• aiming
• current
• importance
  

Costumes-

Colorful; too dull?
Flamboyant as hell
Hats to the brim
Shoes as weapons,
but must fit well
*in-list true artists, who make to order, or all pay hell

surably...
possibly...

Act II, Prologue-

Unexplainable
Unbelievable
No chorus
No curtains
Boring as all get out...

Opening Night- *whispering audience

Who are the players
if the performance is dead
No audience remains to be seated
Critics work until late hours
filling pages with empty words
Writers pay no attention
to what has been heard
Rewrites, and fists
life on stage left to the imagination

-not epic
-not lyric
-not even dramatic

End Genre- Act II; Scene 12

Morning Editions Reviews-

Dead in the water, before lights came on, but the show must go on say investors...

'He cannot leave the table for which there were no more invitations, so he lurks in her shadowy stage. Notes scribbled, left about, are discovered, but there will never be room for either...'



I am playing with a poetry form...

Friday Shoot Out! Architecture

~ Princeton University ~
Princeton, New Jersey















This weeks theme for Friday Shoot Out was architecturally speaking to me, because it gave me a chance to take a cool walk, and for the most part, present a 'drive-by' photo opportunity of the town I call home. I am not expert in the field of structural design, but I love quaint little towns; whether I visit or decide to reside permanently...

As you take the drive down the center street leading into Princeton, you might feel as though you have become royalty as the trees stand at a welcoming attention...












Once you enter Nassau Street, the main road that ties Route 206 and Route 27, leading north and south, you begin to see busy streets; that remain busy, even after rush hour...

I love history, architecture, and walking along city streets that are full of both. What a better place to photograph. Princeton, New Jersey was the icing on the cake that brought me to this state. With its history dating back before the 1700's, the town has been integrated into Princeton University's being.

I could not take a picture of every building, every home, every interesting piece of work that is dotted all about this city (way to many, so come visit), but hopefully this will give you a feel for what you should experience yourself one day...















You can arrive from almost any destination by train; just get off at the Princeton Junction depot, and hop on the small two section commuter into the Princeton University depot.

Once off the train, walk up and down, in and out each charming street and become a peripatetic student...(pertaining to the philosophy taught by Aristotle; who gave his instructions while walking in the Lyceum at Athens, or to his followers)...

















I find aged patina trim on some of the oldest structures so fascinating. The green tinge up against the stone of beige, red and browns...














HISTORY: Princeton University is a private university located in Princeton, New Jersey, United States. The school is one of the eight universities of the Ivy League and is considered one of the Colonial Colleges. It is widely regarded as one of the world's leading universities.

Founded in 1746 at Elizabeth, New Jersey, as the College of New Jersey, it was moved to Princeton in 1756 and renamed "Princeton University" in 1896.The present-day The College of New Jersey in nearby Ewing, New Jersey, is an unrelated institution.)

With the influence of its involvement with The General Assembly of the Presbyterian Church from the beginning (was designed originally to be a seminary college, and seminary advancement), many of the buildings have a cathedral feel to them. The full seminary college now resides a few miles up north off of a side road that is off Forestall Village Road...













Buildings like the one above are used for student housing, and are located on the south east side, off Alexander Street (just south of Washington), and move upward to Route 206. A few blocks more and you might stumble upon 'The Princeton Garden Project'. A place started two years ago to provide food for the dining halls and has been growing by leaps and bounds...












This laboratory built and used on campus has a north European feel to its exterior...






















This actual yellow house remains one of the Presbyterian Church operated student homes...















Many campus buildings have Neo-gothic archways and lanterns, but you must enter through one of these archways to begin weaving inside more of the universities interior buildings...




















Much of the original cathedral stone theme was incorporated to the newer buildings over the years, but you can still see subtle difference in details in color and styles. As time marches on brick buildings, use of the surrounding homes, and even modernism has given its mixed match architecture charm to the city...















This is one of the most modern structures, with it's whimsical metal roof; it is located with in the campus grounds just off Washington Road(s)... (above/below)...


























Many of the wealthy that resided here in the early 18oo's either sold or donated their properties to the university over time. The homes north west of the town center remain privately owned...















German influences remain in much of the town center. The Hamilton Jewelers building (free publicity, and on right) is one of my favorites. At the corner of Witherspoon and Nassau Street its German Tudor style decor is what I feel makes it stand out.

Princeton town center is the hub of socializing for students and residents in the area. So many charming streets full of shops, Victorian style homes, churches, and even new resurrected businesses can captivate, or even distract you from its over crowded streets while driving...















The weather has a bit sketchy over the past few weeks, and today is no different. Warm morning, with hints of the sun, but by the afternoon the clouds roll in and temperatures drop bringing in some refreshing relief, but a poor condition for my photography (lol, maybe not a professional)...










The universities Dining Halls are well known on campus. My husbands oldest sister is part of the alumni and it has given me an opportunity to see what each building holds inside when she returns each year for a variety of gatherings.















The buildings fly the orange and black flag of the school, and is also the team color fly outside one of the dining hall/social centers.















Many homes like this line the town center, as well as out lining streets. They are for rent to students as well as any one who can appreciate, and prefers a quieter life outside of its bordering New York City and Philadelphia neighbors.




























Many of the homes are built in a modern brick to Victorian style wood frame structure...

















I will leave you with the thought of possible ghost sightings; stories from students and residents, possibly those who just would like to remain and enjoy what once was, as I...

Disclaimer: No one was hurt during the photo drive-by shotings...

Over at Midlife, Menopause, Mistakes and Random Stuff; she and others like Gordon @ Friday Shoot Out share in a Friday Shoot Out Challenge, as well as a few others...go check them out!

Next weeks theme- Gardens, and what a lovely one too!

Nature's Best & Joke

Do you go on vacation and use up so much memory from taking photos of everything you see passing you by?

Well I do. There are so many shots I took from our trip to the PNW. Alexis AKA Mom lives in a beautiful place. We took the ferries from one island to another in the Washington State region. On the last island we took a boat ride to see if we could see any whales. Now I saw them when my sister and I were in Cap Cod, but hubby had not gotten to see any yet. We had taken a trip up to Bar Harbor when we 'made it legal' after nine years, two years ago. Taking a journey sometimes we find we like it in the off 'tourist' season, but many whale watching boats off the north east coast do not go out when the weather begins to get cold in mid-October. Also, its a chance you take going out. You might or might not see any. Just things like these guys. Hanging out and earning a poor living being gawked at by random tourists. Photos being snapped right and left, and put up on sights like this.

Well we did see whales. A mother and baby playing very far out, and there were so many other boats circling; that we could not even get that close. Those photos look like small pieces of drift, and lots of boats around it. The sea loins just really do not care who we are. King of the Hill! There is always one out there.

Joke-Dad at the Mall

I took my dad to the mall the other day to buy some new shoes (he is 92). We decided to EAT at the food court. I noticed he was watching a teenager sitting next to him. The teenager had spiked hair in all different colors: green, red, orange, and blue. My dad kept staring at him. The teenager would look and find him staring every time. When the teenager had had enough, he sarcastically asked, 'What's the matter old man, never done anything wild in your life?' Knowing my Dad, I quickly swallowed my food so that I would not choke on his response, knowing he would have a good one, and in classic style he did not bat an eye in his response.

"Got drunk once and had sex with a peacock. I was just wondering if you were my son!"

Happy Birthday Anjali

A while back I talked about my relationship with my personal chef client, and how her daughter brought a lot of joy in my life. Healing was part of it. I did not think I could have one on one interaction with a child again, because it reminded me of my own pain. Laughter returned, with a few tears.

She had a sense of humor, and always wanted me to do things for her. Puneeta would tease Anju, and say who do you love, and her answer would flop back and forth each time; then she would laugh. She knew she had us all twisted around her little fingers.

Today is a hard day for anyone that was in Anjali's life. I am there for my friend as we visit the memories, and share hugs. Living with a sick child, and living through the grief, and having to try and move on is not easy. Nope, I will never pretend I still do not hurt. Her mother's culture and world are different in what we believe in the after life, so we can only speak of what might come. What we have now, and share memories.

Many people have passed my way through various roads, and I have learned lessons whether helpful or chose to do things my own way. I am productive, have a vision, and surrounded by people who believe in me. I am happy to be alive, and the people who made the greatest impact on my world, are in it for real. Some have moved on to a place were love and peace do exsist, and I hope I will be able to see them again one day.

Anjali, you are missed. You will always be my JuJu Be, and I still eat my dosai with a fork you silly girl!

Everywhere, Beauty Lives

'San Juan Island Trip, September, 08...'

Everywhere, Beauty Lives

We just have to be open up and see it, or it passes us by...

Under grey skies
up right
facing limited sun light
young seedlings will grow
great storms
circumstance damage what remains through all stages;
sometimes taking down.
Loving waters
soften falls
drifting
up and down murky silent waves.
Carried away
from familiarity;
until time
other objects
begin to weather.
Things unforeseen;
things unstoppable, but
manageable.
Ideas still remain,
no longer standing upright,
forgetting
shape has no end
to the naked eye
Eventually...
worth is recognized,
together brought
uniting
Forgotten forms
Strength in numbers;
it is said
Such is beauty, but
lost within a moment...

E. Stelling, 08

The photo I took above is a bit dark, but Hubby took laptop with photo shop, and my new laptop is coming in a week. I have decided to revisit some photos that inspired one of my short stories, and combine past photos, poetry, and funny stuff on here. I have six blogs, but really have neglected three much of the time. I am feeling that I need to concentrate on my art and writing for some inspiration, and meditation.

A blog will I suggest visiting is Chris @ An Instant Out Of Time. "I have started this blog to document my progress as a photographer as I take photography classes at the University of Tennessee", Chris shares on his site, and I love his photos and humor. He has this cool 'Green Egg' I am fascinated with!

I have been wanting to read some works by both authors below, and picked up a few books. Some new excitement around here is that I am going home to Texas in June for my birthday. Staying with two wonderful friends, and others that I miss dearly; I am sure there will be crazy fun stuff coming my way. My culinary teaching ends the second week of June, and it is summer break, and a long needed trip. I have not been anywhere since visiting my son in December. Road Trip!

The Future

Give me back my broken night
my mirrored room, my secret life
it's lonely here,
there's no one left to torture
Give me absolute control
over every living soul
And lie beside me, baby,
that's an order!

by Leonard Cohen

Phenomenal Woman by Maya Angelou

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman

Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Moving On or Living in the Past...

Delete, delete, delete, and deleted...

Amazing how many 'Anonymous' , or 'Anon' people come out of the woodwork when you say something about bullies. I must have pinned a few down with that last post. Someone even told me that if I had to look up the definition of putz then something was wrong...it is called a little creative research, and most of the people I run across in life are not assholes who would call someone that. I also know the trick of not using my own blog or website name when making a comment. I do kind of feel sorry for the person. You know how when someone was belittled as a child, and then it carries over into there own adult life...

hmmm... New Day, Thank Goodness...

Okay...my friend Steve in Dallas, "Hey Steve, I love and miss Ya"! He is so damn funny. Part of the reason I keep getting so many freaking funnies lately for this blog. He also works for Mary Kay off the North Dallas Toll Road. Have you seen that building? Pink cars are always parked in the lot around there!

Here is what he sent today...'Your childhood in one email'...and I cannot even begin to post all the darn pictures he past on to me, but I will try to get as many as I can!














My mom made pop corn in a pan with oil, so we only had this if we went to Cheryl and Carol's house for a sleep over...














The only one left in Dallas that I remember became a restaurant called, The Filling Station, and damn that big blue drink they had was a killer! Good fried mushrooms too!












I think these are still popular, if you chew gum?
















Good ole Sears and Roebuck in Downtown Dallas, south side. My mom saved, and saved these things just so she could order...uh...I do not remember what she got, but like it was yesterday I can remember going in that building. Now it is a high rise, and I helped open a restaurant on the bottom floor...







We hated these stupid things- always stuck, handle frozen, and you had to run warm water over it; which melted the ice...



















I was not much into magazines, but remember it...









The roller rink was just down the street from my house...











My brother had this he got to the 'Bee Bee' gun phase...















Now I know Girliechef reminisces about this place...we only had one of the border of Oklahoma on the way past my sister Donna's fathers gas station and snow cone stand, and only stopped once in a blue moon...















Chery, oh hello, Cheryl...remember the 'dirty' one that Giles and Danny took us to, because we were always curious about it. We giggled through the whole movie...














Robert and I went to an old historical village near Bar Harbor, and I saw one of these in the house I screamed, because my mom used this to do our laundry. We had to help hang up the clothes on the line out back and you could see clothes outside for blocks...no fences then...

















My mother let the 'real' fuller brush guy in our house...not today!













My grandfather had one of these, and I think my aunt still has it...he brought it over to record the grand kids, and our holiday gatherings...he was a gadget guy, just like my father...hey, all men are like that aren't they, lol












Yep, we all used to fight over who's turn it was to play with these...















I think my brother had one of these...










...and this one too!



















Nope, we did not know what this was...my dad was partial to a beer and BBQ sandwich, so we ate at Sonny Bryans if he had the money; then it was off to the gravel pit to fish...

















Oh Yeah...Hey Cheryl, we were just talking about Jan's Food store and how we think it was more like three cents for twice as much as you see here...



















Yep, daddy had the 'other' version, Hawkeye with this flash attachment on top...



















...and to think these made a come back when retro shops started popping up everywhere. I was/am allergic to ever greens. Yep, once hubby and I took a trip to west Texas where my father's family is from, and I rolled down the windows since it was a beautiful day. Stuck my head out the window, took a deep breath to take in the wonderful fresh day smell, clean air, and spent the rest of the day sneezing and wiping my watery eyes. We do not put a real tree up, and his family use a fake one each year. Same with cats, some dogs, most animals...freaking allergies!

Hey if anyone wants that long email with more photos from our childhood, I will be glad to forward it to ya!

I AM HERE TO SAVE THE DAY...

I publicly admit that I make mistakes, but I do not remember sending out the Bat signal, or calling for Mighty Mouse to come and save my career or my blog. I have to go back over my work all the time with a fine tooth comb, always have. I have been successful in my career as a mother, creative consultant, business owner, friend, partner, lover, poet, writer, volunteer, and cook (but I hate doing laundry). I earned the title of being called chef in my own right, and we are allowed to have bragging rights. How do I know this, because I continue to get called, and paid for jobs that I am asked to do on a regular basis. I have been reviewed in many of my ventures, and they were all good reviews and I appreciated every kind word. I once recently did not word a compliment on a good blog friends site, and looked like an ass, but I made my apologizes in all sincerity. Apology was accepted.

Cooking in a home kitchen/personal chef does not have to be perfect, nor do I feel I would get a good job offer from my blogs, well actually I did. Most just want their food to taste good. The blog sphere realm is composed of a play ground to relax. People who want to show off their talents are on Food Network, cooking challenge shows, and a few have blogs, but I do not claim to be that in any form. A person has the right to show their talents. I never cared about being popular, or about being a celebrity, and contests make me crazy. My daughters care and passing took a toll on me, so I just want to relax. Come if you want, if you do not like my work, move on.

My career experience started in this order- self taught artist, fast food, hospital/Dietitian Assistant, banquet cook/server, hairdresser/salon owner (oh yeah, but still creative), my own catering company, consulting, Culinary School kitchen coordinator assistant (lot of hats- teachers assistant, catering, procurement), B&B Chef, Manager at several restaurants, line cook, but my one desire was never to be a perfect in any field. Just do my best, and learn as much as I can. Why? Because in most careers where there is a lot of stress, standing on your feet ten hours a day for pennies, and most places have a revolving door policy that can cause a person to possibly desire checking out of one's life. My father always said that life is too short to worry about if you have your p's and q's in order, and just do your best, and most will appreciate that. I teach my new students that you will never find out what you do not like, or what you are really good at until you try, and a good cry now and then helps release. Some break plates, throw things, hit and belittle people. Before I die I never want to tell my grand kids I had any regrets, because I do not have many.

Like starting to blog. I am the type of person that could careless how food looks when it is set down in front of me, or your photos, they are our own works. Perfect to me. Friends, company, flavors, are more important that eye appeal to me. The restaurant is a different story. God for bide I ever hear Gordan Ramsey is coming over to my house for dinner after watching him saying the F word all over the place. I call that kind of perfectionist a 'Screamer' who scares people into being what he is, and yes only one will be left standing in most cases. I will shove a glass of scotch into his hands at the front door to get him to loosen up. Seems he also has a thing for cute petite women, so maybe I would let my neighbor answer my door to bring on that smile. He is not the most attractive man in my opinion, but when he smiles he is. Let him come, because I know I need a few reminders in plating, I admit that fault!

I believe that by trying many positions in your field you may eventually find the one that fits. Mine is teaching. I love it. Why do I feel I have to explain myself here? I was born with a blindness in one of my eyes, so I knew life was going to be a challenge, and I took it on. My eye sight is slowly getting worse. Hubby even has had a torn retina and surgery, so we know one day we will have to hire help, and definitely a driver. I tell you what I really miss- my needle work I use to be really good at, but trying to hold a magnifying glass, a hoop, and small needles do not work so good together. Sure, a lot of people have disabilities, and we deal with them the best way we can, right?

Definition of a PUTZ-

#1- Urban Dictionary: Literally, vulgar slang for penis, not to be used lightly. More offensive than schmuck, which can be used affectionately or teasingly.

#2- (n) a stupid, ignorant person; someone who doesn't pay attention to anything going on; one who makes stupid remarks
**bumps into a pole on the sidewalk, then a person, keeps going** J: what a putz! didn't he see me here??"

#3- Used also to describe someone who is taking their time in a lazy manner. This is akin to saying that someone was lazy for an undefined period of time (see putzing, putzes, or putzed).

Joe was a putz with his computer.
Chuck putzes in his office.
Matt putzed on the golf course all day.

Yes, I was called a putz the other day by someone who feels they have to point out others imperfections, or if they do not live up to what is believed to be perfection due to title; then they make it their job to field mistakes (only their definition). I let it get to me, but I will vent, and move on. I have chosen the option to delete any mean comments from now on. Many blogs tell me they do it, or add it to a post to give the 'opinion blog police' a message. Wait is anyone perfect? Is being perfect a life requirement? Do we have the right to police others actions? Did I miss something in the blogger.com section on being Blog Police?

According to the first definition for putz; I was basically called a dirty...

* blue-veined junket pumper
* boner
* cock
* dick
* ding dong
* dipstick
* dong
* dork
* doughnut holder
* firm worm
* free willy
* goober
* hairy bagpipes
* hang down
* hard on
* John Thomas
* joy stick
* knob
* love muscle
* love stick
* love truncheon
* male organ
* meat
* meat whistle
* member
* organic dildo
* ol' one-eye
* one-eyed trouser snake
* pecker
* pee-pee
* pee stick
* percy
* peter
* piece of pork
* pink oboe
* pole
* pork sword
* prick
* purple-headed trouser snake
* pussy plunger
* rod
* root
* salty dog
* schlong
* skin flute
* spunk stick
* stiffy
* tally wanker
* throbber
* throbbing python of love
* tool
* trouser trout
* wanker
* wee-wee
* wiener
* wienie
* wife's best friend
* willy
* woody

or what ever you might call a man's womanizer...because I am definitely not an idiot!

If they meant the third definition then I admit I have taken my councilors advise and have slowed down a bit. When I finish this I am kicking back on the sofa for the rest of the day with my hubby. I am just like all human beings stumbling through life, learning through my mistakes, correcting as I go, if it does not work; then I move on...how else do we learn? Pointing out someones mistakes to extend some tough love without the person asking for it, not right! Both my parents died six years ago. I do not want or need another parent. Hubby and son love me just the way I am, and that is enough parenting right there! Admitting when you make a mistake, if you feel you have made one... makes life healthier, and I apologize when I might point out someones mistake (my opinion), but rarely call anyone out in a Ramsey manner, or publicly call people names for that fact. Being picked on by bullies growing up taught me that gets you no where in life. I have however lately come to a few peoples defense when a bully was beating them up! *swosh* down the crapper with that long dirty slong poo, and open our positive valve!

Well, I will admit to something I did recently that was a doozy, but not 'putzy', more shmucky (hubby likes female anatomy)...

I was about to unload the dishwasher and had forgotten I unloaded most of it the night before. There were a few glasses left, along with some plates on the bottom rack. My whole week was stressing me out, so I was bound to snap. Hubby and I never fight, but I let something he did get to me; when I know he deserves what ever his little heart desires. What did I do? I look down and see the glasses and plates and say to him "Please, let me load the dishwasher, because I cannot stand the way you do it" in a sharp tone. He looks at me and says "I have worked late every night, and have not touched it" in an innocent tone.

Lord, then I remembered putting the glasses on the bottom on the last cleaning cycle. Hubby has been eating a lot of cereal lately with my busy schedule and his coming home late, and taking the food I do cook for lunches. The top rack had been overstuffed, and with only a few plates I put them on the bottom. I was the one who did what I was accusing him. I apologized and he agreed...we are only allowed to be 'schmucks' once in a long long long long long while *smooch*...

Here you will find someone who call themselves a 'Cranky Putz'...

I know I owe no one any sort of explanation for what I do in my personal life, but I felt I had to say what I have said to this blog many times through comments, emails, and phone calls...This is the last time. Have a nice day, and give someone a random act of kindness sometime!

Seriously Funny Email

A friend of mine in Texas sent this to me, so I thought you would get a kick out of it!

Nine words women use and their definition...

(1) Fine: This is the word women use to end an argument when they are right and you need to shut up.

(2) Five Minutes: If she is getting dressed, this means a half an hour. Five minutes is only five minutes if you have just been given five more minutes to watch the game before helping around the house.

(3) Nothing: This is the calm before the storm. This means something, and you should be on your toes. Arguments that begin with nothing usually end in fine.

(4) Go Ahead: This is a dare, not permission. Don't Do It!

(5) Loud Sigh: This is actually a word, but is a non-verbal statement often misunderstood by men. A loud sigh means she thinks you are an idiot and wonders why she is wasting her time standing here and arguing with you about nothing. (Refer ba ck to # 3 for the meaning of nothing.)

(6) That's Okay: This is one of the most dangerous statements a women can make to a man. That's okay means she wants to think long and hard before deciding how and when you will pay for your mistake.

(7) Thanks: A woman is thanking you, do not question, or faint. Just say you're welcome. (I want to add in a clause here - This is true, unless she says 'Thanks a lot' - that is PURE sarcasm and she is not thanking you at all. DO NOT say 'you' re welcome' . that will bring on a 'whatever').

(8) Whatever: Is a woman's way of saying screw YOU!

(9) Don't worry about it, I got it: Another dangerous statement, meaning this is something that a woman has told a man to do several times, but is now doing it herself. This will later result in a man asking 'What's wrong?' For the woman's response refer to #3.

Friday Shoot Out!

'Random Choices' was the theme for this weeks 'Shoot Out', so that is what you are getting here...















I was laying on the sofa reading when a light coming in the back door curtain was making funny shadows on the ceiling, and began to distract me...















Picking up the camera that just happen to be on the coffee table I began to shoot 'Random' photos of the light dancing...















I closed the curtains and tried to capture the alien on my ceiling...















I was also taking this opportunity to play with different 'Random' settings on my camera while listening to workers outside digging up 'Random' holes in the condo's back yard, as well as the front parking spots...




















'Random' food photo...My friend, Gen and I went to a diner (lots of them here in NJ) for breakfast recently, and they bring out this plate of cheese danish and cinnamon bread...OMG is all I have to say...You did not need to order food...Plus it come with a weapon to ward off other eaters who might take more than their share of the warm goodness...I highly recommend hot chocolate with a splash of coffee to go with this!



















Is this a glass of tea or a ' Random' aquarium my friend picked up, and began drinking out of at an open mic?

A flower you can order that comes all curled up. When you drop it in the hot water it opens up...Grover's Mill Coffee House in West Windsor, NJ has some unusual tea choices...















Hubby sporting his new 'fishing' vest...from his 'Random' shopping spree...















Tell me how does a person fill up all those 'Random' compartments, and while wading out in a river bed can one reach back and get what one needs?















Stumbling upon a photo like this of my 'Random' life partner choice reminds us of why we love them so damn much! He was trying to be sexy eating an oyster I had just shucked on vacation...gotta laugh it off...