It’s over.  I vaguely recall high-heeled shoes, parties, Christmas balls and presents; but my memories are foggy, booze-tinged, cookie hazed.  More evident are the remnants of a red-sparkled pedicure on my toes, and my dog still walking around the house in a red and green argyle sweater.  For moi, the holiday season wrapped up with a two-day, “Downton Abbey” Marathon (thank…

When I was getting dressed this morning I noticed that there was some dried-up, previously-melted chocolate on the back of my belt. Most people probably wouldn’t be able to conceive of how that could happen. Most people probably live their whole lives and never find melted chocolate on the back of their belt. Those people…

I can’t believe I just said that, but it’s true, I’ve joined Twitter. Maybe I’m not supposed to say “joined,” but that’s how I say it. So far I have 10 followers, which is not so bad for an old broad like me. I’m pretty sure a few of them are not the kind of…

Was that Thanksgiving that just passed?? It’s been such a whirlwind I lost track of the days. It may have been the punch or maybe it was the intervention my family sprung on me after dessert in a lame attempt to get me back off gum. I’m sporting bags under my eyes, a food baby,…

Ahhh, Mother’s Day. Cue singing birds and sappy music, stupid commercials for cheap, ugly jewelry and overpriced flowers. I hope, if you are a mother, that you enjoyed a wonderful day being honored for all your wonderfulness by your families. But, if you are a mother, it is more likely that you spent the day…

Okay, so that’s it for 2010. Over! Truly it is in my best interest anyway, I needed to get back to some semblance of normal that doesn’t involve shopping for gifts, wearing sequins in the middle of the day, dancing with strangers, and staying up past my usual bedtime of 9pm. However, a weaning period…

I admit I got a bit selfish this Christmas, and after a decade of hosting the Feast on Christmas Day, I slipped my mother a twenty and passed the torch back to her. I haven’t, in all these years, made a Christmas breakfast for my family, and the food magazines always have such fabulous breakfast…

I’d like to apologize to my faithful readers, all two of you, for the late submission this week. It’s party season and I’m the type of girl who can’t say “no” to an invitation. Which means I end up attending some of them stag, because Maverick is not the type of girl who can’t say…

So it’s that crazy time of year when everyone is asking what’s on your Christmas list, and if you are a Christmas baby, like me, they’re also asking what you want for your birthday. If you’ve got kids they want to know what your kids want for Christmas and if you also have a Christmas…