You know that feeling when you want Sangria, but you didn't make it the night before? Yea, it's like that.
When you get home from the store put some fruit in the freezer so you always have some on hand. I started easy by freezing grapes. Now I am a junkie. I'm freezing blackberries, sliced strawberries, watermelon, peaches. You name it.
So next time you're "thirsty" or want to impress your dinner guests; drop some frozen fruit in a glass of wine. The fruit chills the wine while it soaks up the yummy wine flavors. win win is what I call that.

Here in D.C. things are a buzz. A big BUZZ!! Tomorrow Obama will be sworn in again as POTUS and with the excitement of that brings scads of people from around the country and dignitaries from around the world to our city. Pretty exciting, right?

Which means for us Washtonians (so cool that I can call myself that now) is that everything is in disarray! Our city is turned upside down worse than summer tourist season and no local person dares to go into the city. I was close yesterday in Old Town Alexandria and it was a Fluster Cuck! 

One cool thing? Nordstrom at the nice mall (who am I kidding, they all are nice malls) is offering curbside service for individuals going to an Inauguration Ball. Pull up and they will tie your bow-tie, touch up your make-up. Have scarves, hankies and other urgent accessories available for you to shop for from your car!! I told my friend about that, her eyes lit up and she said "oh! I want to go and get my make-up touched up! Then I will just go home and clean toilets... But I will be smoking hot doing it!"

So tomorrow, when you watch the Inauguration, think about us locals who are stuck in our apartments. Not brave enough to battle the wind and the crowds and all of those tourists out on Our Lawn and clogging up our museums on a rare day when both Hubs and Gweny have the day off work and school.

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As much as I love to travel. And I love to travel. I do love to come home. But what happens when what was home is now the away and where you never thought would be home has become That?

All I know is that after a blizzard and a snow storm - I will always have a place in my heart for Cleveland - but… there ain’t no way in hell I want to ever move back. Yes, it was terrific seeing everyone. And we all loved staying at my parents home. They were the best hosts ever (and extremely patient with 2 year old Rocky). D.C., which just four months ago so overwhelming by its size, the number of people and The Traffic, has now become what I yearned to get back to. Apparently home is where all your shit is. 

Gwen did learn how to walk across black ice while getting donuts with My Dad one morning. I asked her how do you do that. “Very carefully.” was her response. Ah, yes. She in turn taught my Mom what happens when your lava lamp breaks, “You throw it away.” 

Two snow storms, Two white elephant exchanges, Rocky’s Two spills down stairs, Two sides of the family with Two small kids and their Two parents, Two trips across the Pennsylvania turn-pike. 


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The Math Teacher convinced me to do the 3 Day Military Diet where you can loose up to 10 pounds in 3 days. Most reading I did on-line was from people who reported to have lost 5-8 pounds. I lost 5 ½ pounds the first two days. This is my final day and I just want to break down and eat Taco Bell! (Gross!!) The only thing stopping me is my stubbornness. This is the END of my third day. I just have to make it 8 hours, and weigh myself in the morning. 

I asked my Little Brother if he has ever heard of this (6 years in the military and now works for them as a civilian). He asked 
“Is the food offered is so gross that you settle on salad with tuna?” 
“No, but there is a lot of tuna and hard boiled eggs.” 
“Are you allowed to talk while you eat and have more than 15 minutes to finish a meal?”
“Of course I’m not in prison!”
“Then it is not authentic.”

Authentic or not - it is manageable, however, there are low times in the late afternoon when I could gnaw my arm off. Its only three days and a great kick off to getting myself back on track and appreciating my fruits and veggies again. Dinner on day 3 is barf. Plain tuna. No crackers, no mayo, nothing. Dinner on day 2 was sucky as well; 2 hot dogs. After a recent bought of hot dog food poisoning that caused me to shit myself every time I threw-up; I passed on the hot dogs and had some edamame instead.

Here is the diet plan if you are interested. If you want to do it repetitively, take 4 days off in between. Three days on, four days off. 

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DAY 1:
Breakfast--1/2 Grapefruit, 1 Slice of Toast, 2 Tablespoons of Peanut Butter, and Coffee or Tea
Lunch--1/2 Cup of Tuna, 1 Slice of Toast, and Coffee or Tea (any brew, as long as it's caffeinated)
Dinner--3 ounces of any type of meat, 1 Cup of Green Beans, 1/2 Banana, 1 Small Apple, and 1 Cup of Vanilla Ice Cream (YUM)!!!

DAY 2:
Breakfast--1 egg, 1 Slice of Toast, and 1/2 Banana
Lunch--1 Cup of Cottage Cheese (Or 1 Slice of Cheddar Cheese), 1 Hard Boiled Egg, and 5 Saltine Crackers
Dinner--2 Hot Dogs, (no buns), 1 Cup of Broccoli, 1/2 Cup of Carrots, 1/2 Banana, and 1/2 Cup of Vanilla Ice Cream

DAY 3:
Breakfast--5 Saltine Crackers, 1 Slice of Cheddar Cheese, and 1 Small Apple
Lunch-1 Hard-Boiled Egg, and 1 Slice of Toast
Dinner--1 Cup of Tuna, 1/2 of a Banana, and 1 Cup of Vanilla Ice Cream 

I love - very much LOVE living in the South. It is mid-December and I have yet to break out my winter coat. I do not even think it would be functional here. You see, my winter coat in Cleveland was a Navy issue wool pea coat. It is heavy as a mo‘-fo’ and the arms are starched so stiff. I love it endearingly as it was a gift from my brother. It is prefect for a Northern winter, blocks every shred of wind that dares to threaten my skin underneath. And when I say it is heavy, it is a 40 pound coat! It weighs as much as a 4 year old!!

As a result I am on the hunt for a new “winter” coat. Yes, I did air quotes around winter because what passes as a winter coat here, would be an autumn coat in Cleveland. It is nice to have so many new options available! I love toggles, they are so in right now! I love a beautiful waist coat and need one in Emerald. Or maybe I will stick with my classic black or grey and accessorize with Emerald…

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When bundling up underneath a winter coat, accessorize well with pops of color. Take the doldrums of winter! When you have only a few body parts showing, show them off.

I know. Just what you have been waiting on pins and needles to hear. The color of 2013 will be…. Emerald Green! Well, isn't that just the Luck o’ the Irish? Paint me green and call me… a leprechaun…? 

Close your eyes and think of the first thing that comes to mind when you picture Emerald. If you said ‘green beer’ - that’s disgusting; you are going to give yourself diarrhea. No one who is Irish drinks green beer. Did you picture Ireland? The Emerald Isle - with her breathtaking rolling green hills, where Guinness and Jameson flow like milk and honey. If you said ‘money’ - I like where you are going with this. I am taking this as a shred of hope (because I am optimistic to a fault) that 2013 will be the year when not only America’s economy but the world economy shakes the dust of this global recession off her suede boots (with a satin bow embellishment) and has a re-birth. A Spring-time of re-growth, and renewal.

O.K. enough of that. I want a satin Emerald dress, I have some Emerald jewelry so that is lucky. I am going to need an Emerald scarf. Oh!! And I NEED some Emerald booties. Keep in mind, do NOT I repeat, DO NOT wear all these items together. Never over accessorize. Confucius says “woman who over accessorizes looks like gypsy.”

I am confident you are asking yourself, “self, what was the color of 2012?” It was Tangerine. Yuck. Thank God '12 is a couple weeks from being over.

I love Emerald with silver or gold, even brown or black. The more I write about Emerald the more I am falling in love with her all over again. I was at Charming Charlie today and found a great bowling bag in Emerald with brown piping. 

2013 will be a good year. I know it will be.

Slainte!

I spoke with my sweet friend Sharon this week, I have known Sharon since we were 8 years old. We are Sisters from a different mister… and mother… and share no DNA or family tree to make us sisters. Sharon had a special request for me to do a focus on jeans, she advised me that she feels like she is wearing the equivalent to acid wash jeans. However, she has had three babies in the past 3 ½ years and does not feel comfortable wearing skinny’s. She has always gravitated to styles that are classics. But, what do you do when your trusty classics are not stylish? Remember how we used to look at 30-somethings wearing jeans they wore in high school or college? Remember how we looked at a 30-something who wore their daughter’s clothes? Now, remember how we looked at a 30-something who dressed current, but not like a teenager? That’s more like it. That is where we want to be. But what is that now?

Boyfriend jeans - they are the exact opposite of skinny jeans. If skinny’s had an arch nemesis, it would be the boyfriend jean. As common sense leads you to believe, boyfriend jeans are made to look like you borrowed your boyfriend’s jeans. They are relaxed and look like they are one size too big. To avoid looking homeless, do not wear these jeans with an old, loose t-shirt (however, wear it with a Momfia Tees shirt, then you will always look fabulous!) Do wear these cuffed a bit with either heels or ballet flats. Add a thick woven scarf and you are ready to go shopping in trendy Georgetown, D.C.!

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Here is the short hand low down:
Straight leg - good
boot cut - good
Flare - bad
Darker finish is better
Holes & worn marks are not something to consider if you want something to last a couple of years.

Remember when I used that machine at the mall that sized me up and spit out a print-out of styles that my body shape and size would look good in? You can find locations on their website. It gives you more options than just jeans, you can request skirts, dresses, shorts, work clothes, etc. And they accommodate Men as well. So, Men, don't feel left out!!

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This was just too good to not share. My Dad is the bee’s knees and this is another reason why… this is the sixth year that my Dad’s name in my phone is changed from ’DAD’ to ’SANTA CLAUSE’.  It is reserved for those special nights when the Elf looses her impact and you have to move beyond reminding the children that Santa is Watching and bring out the big guns. Just a handful of times over the years I have called Santa and he talks to the kids using his Santa voice. Luckily Gwen has not caught on, yet. 

Today I heard why She has not caught on by hearing a snippet of The Voice. It is like a mixture of mall Santa with the exaggerated HO-HO-HO and a 500 pound black man who used to work construction with my Gramma. I heard it while he was recapping Santa’s conversation with Rocky who had spent the previous four hours being naughty and three minutes on the phone with Santa lying through his teeth and being as charming as Cary Grant. Gwen came up and whispered, “ask Santa if he will bring us an early present!” To which my Dad… er I mean Santa replied, “HO-HO-HO! This isn’t Hanukkah! This is Christmas! There’s no three days, eight days, whatever days. There is just one day of Baby Jesus Birth!” 

Thanks for playing along, Daddy! You’re the best!

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You have got to be kidding me. How is this a game? You put play-doh in the dogs mouth, then squeeze the hand pump until it is pooped out. 

Puh-lease. You can do this with out buy an official game. It is called, "I have a two year old who eats play-doh."  And who is the Mom in this commercial? The village idiot? Did you see that expression on her face like it is so miraculous that the play-doh came out the other side.