Wednesday's Fashion~~~Winter Hats and a Package from Becca

Hi everyone I am so sorry this post is late. Had  take my Mom to two appointments today and had no time to sit here and write.


First let me thank Becca from Everyday Life I was having a crappy day and then it was turned around when I got  a package from Becca. I received a $10.00 gift certificate a week ago and then yesterday I received An awesome book! She has cool give-a-ways and I won two! If you haven't checked her blog yet please do. She is so sweet and quite the poet. There is always something new going on there. Thanks again Becca!


And now onto Wednesday's Fashion

I love hats. In fact in my early 20's I lived in a black Fedora hat. Lately  however I have stopped wearing hats, but I think this is my year. I am off to find a cool hat to wear this winter.





In the 80's I lived in a hat like this

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1920's and 30's

Should I go totally 20's? Check out this velvet trimmed hat. too cool

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1940's

OOO LA LA  a knit Beret and I am kind of liking that handbag...very unique.

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I love the fact that everyone went out wearing a smart hat

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1950's

Lovely Grace in a lovely flower adorned hat

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1960's Catherine Deneuve

I remember my Mother always tying a pretty scarf around her hairdo.
            
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Now you know I had to include Audrey somewhere in this post. How chic is this scarf wrap!

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The 70's brought back the wide brimmed floppy hat

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Since my ears hurt terribly when the cold wind hits. This would be perfect for me

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The 90's brought us flowered embellished hats...We can thank the show Blossom for that.

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Currently anything goes. Designers are taking their inspiration from the past.


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And that's great; more choices, but I wonder if I can pull off wearing this?

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Not exactly high fashion, but oh so much fun!

Meatballs

 Food Food Food...maybe its because we just celebrated Thanksgiving, but I am suffering here from linear thinking and its all about food!


First let me let you know that regardless of evidence to the contrary I AM a good cook.
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In Fact on Thursday my Mother-in-law ( who is a great cook) told me the turkey was like Butter or "Butta" like we say here in New York.

My husband comes from a nice (though sometimes loud, and funny and kooky) Italian family. And His Mom cooks Sunday pasta like nobody's business!

In 2004 my husband was away with the military and I wanted to continue our tradition of cooking a special meal for Veteran's day.

I decided to cook an Italian meal.

I know what your thinking..."what's the big deal Joanne?"

I'm not Italian and I was going to make everything from scratch.


Soooooooooooooooooo fast forward to my bi-weekly phone call from hubby where I told him my plan. He calmly said


"DON"T DO IT!!!!!!"



"Wha?" I answered. "How hard could it be really? I am not exactly a novice cook. I think I can handle it." 

He added "Joanne, just please don't make the meatballs too small."

Those words stuck with me the whole week while I planned the meal.

Don't make the meat balls too small

Don't make the meat balls too small

Don't make the meat balls too small!

So I followed a recipe for home made sauce... and I made those meat balls. and No I did not make them too small...in fact they were big, gigantic, Godzilla-ish. And they were NOT good.

They were like huge meat covered rocks. I knew I was in trouble when I saw my brother-in-law's reaction when I heaved the enormous meat covered baseball onto his plate.

                  

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Everyone was polite, but eventually word got back to Hubby that I served sauce covered bowling balls.

after that disaster whenever I said to hubby that I was going to try to make meatballs again he would say..

Don't make the meatballs too big

Don't make the meatballs too big

Don't make the meatballs too big!!!

Sometimes there's just no pleasing people!


P.S. If you are wondering; after 16 years of marriage I finally got it right and I am now able to serve a good homemade meatball, pasta and sauce...without the rocks

Link to a post worth reading and passing around

 I Just came from reading a Blog post and would like to share it with you all. Claudia's Blog was one of the first I followed and I love it more and more each day. Today she wrote about mean Girls in the blogging world and I think it's worth passing the link around.Blogging Etiquette: Mean Girls

French Fries

Its 1:30 in the a.m. and I am craving french fries thanks to Robyn's post here

I am listening to my nano and I'm listening to John Travolta and Olivia Newton John singing Summer Nights.

                  oooo french fries

Now I am listening to the Pet Shop Boys singing West End Girls and wondering where has the time gone. I remember dancing to this song at Ohio University  while visiting friends


                 f-r-e-n-c-h-y  f-r-i-e-s


It was in Ohio that I met my first real serious boyfriend.
                  He turned out to be a big fat cheater and eventually we broke up  thank God, but I digress.

He invited me to meet his parents. I was very very nervous. I flew in from New York just for the occasion.  They took us out to dinner to a restaurant they owned in town.

Here's the variable in this story.

          I was dead tired. I hadn't eaten all day because I was so nervous.

The stage is set and off we go.


They decided to order drinks. Now if you know anything about me from reading this blog is that I DO NOT really drink alcohol. The waitress came over and asked what I wanted. I nearly blurted out "Just a coke please."

I looked to my then  boyfriend ( who turned out to be a big fat cheating rat) <--I never get tired of writing that.

He was no help.."Just order something other than a soda Jo." he was annoyed at my ignorance.

The waitress then said " Well since you are from New York then you should order a Long Island Ice tea"

I thought " ahhh perfect, an ice tea sounds tame enough " and I said "Yes" I'll have one of those.

Here is what is in one of those tame drinks. check out the first four ingredients.
                                                                        

1 part vodka
1 part tequila                       
1 part rum
1 part gin
1 part triple sec
1 1/2 parts sweet and sour mix
1 splash Coca-Cola®

She brought out a huge glass of my drink
              I sipped it through a straw. It didn't taste strong. In fact it tasted fruity. Before I knew it My then boyfriends Dad ordered another for me.  It was deceivingly strong; I realized it a bit too late..


empty stomach
        
strong drink

plastered Joanne




The waitress took her time and by the time she took our dinner order I was seeing
                                     
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and feeling a bit like

                              
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I don't know how exactly the next thing happened but I said YES to all of her dinner suggestions. In addition to the huge main course I had nodded yes to all the sides and then some. Maybe I thought it easier to nod yes rather than take a chance and slur my words.

 By the time the food came it looked like King Henry the 8th was expected.  My then boyfriend ( you know, the two timing cheating donkey butt) <---*nope, still not sick of it*  thought it was hilarious when my food came and it took up half the table. I felt so much better after I ate and everyone got a good laugh that night after I explained that I was not much of a drinker. They were lovely people (the parents, not the rat fink boyfriend) and we all wound up sharing all I had ordered including a giant order of
                          
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Pre-Thanksgiving Surprise

All I said was...


 "Hon, do you think you could finish the frame around the bathroom door before Thanksgiving?"

"Sure." He said

That was weeks ago.

Last night I went to bed as he tried to work on the bathroom frame.


This morning I woke up to find this.
                          

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He has decided that the bathroom needs a paint job

It's the day before Thanksgiving.

       And we are hosting it.


He was shocked when I reacted like this
                               
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Stay calm Joanne stay calm..... and for you all my Bloggy buddies I hope you have a Blessed Thanksgiving and remember to give thanks for all your blessings.

I will try to remember this as well. TRY TRY TRY!!!


Happy Thanksgiving!