Jack’s Been Christened!

No, no, we haven’t gone crazy and baptized our dog! I’m certain he already knows what Gods and Goddesses to please.

Jack had his very first dip in the Atlantic ocean!

After September 15th, most beaches in the area are open to dogs frolicking in the waves. So we brought Jack to a gentle beach with a large sandbar so he wouldn’t get overwhelmed by waves or break out his surfboard and hang 10:

Somehow he manages not to get his fluffy tail wet. He’s kinda girly like that. Maybe he’s a metrosexual dog, who knows?

After a dip he started to dance around on the sand. And pretty soon he was off to the races:

He played nice with all the other dogs on the beach:

And he’s always trying to hunt and track no matter where he is:

He looks rather stately against the backdrop of a lighthouse:

Here he is heading back up the boardwalk, wondering why he has to leave?

All in all Jack and his family had a delightful day, except the part where he ingested too much salt water and had a bad doggy hangover the next day.

Next time his master’s will be sure he doesn’t ingest salt water like he’s taking a shot of tequila and make his next trip completely perfect.


Willpower. Do You Have It?

Meg was listening to a recent broadcast of On Point, where they discussed the topic of willpower.

“Ever since Adam and Eve ate the apple, Ulysses had himself tied to the mast, the grasshopper sang while the ant stored food and St. Augustine prayed “Lord make me chaste — but not yet,” individuals have struggled with self-control. In today’s world this virtue is all the more vital, because now that we have largely tamed the scourges of nature, most of our troubles are self-inflicted. We eat, drink, smoke and gamble too much, max out our credit cards, fall into dangerous liaisons and become addicted to heroin, cocaine and e-mail…”

And addicted to blogging?

Meg is no Eve in the Garden of Eden (let’s face it, the fig leaves would never cover enough to make her feel REMOTELY comfortable in that au naturel scenario), but she does possess a modicum of willpower which she was more than willing to let go of the last month of summer. This little graphic sums it up best:

This could apply to just about anything. When Meg was supposed to be drinking water with lemon, she just thought “why not add some vodka to this“?

And when she should have been having an apple, she turned to this:

Meg has successfully cut back on all of these things in an effort to ensure she can resume eating all of these things again
between the dates of November 25th and December 25th, because she has no desire to eat carrot sticks and celery at a Christmas party. None. You may as well put coal in her stocking if that what she has to eat.

Now she channeling her efforts into gearing up for fall and winter which means outerwear and boots. Meg loves herself a good coat; she has a long black cashmere one (on sale of course), an anorak for snowy weather, a brown suede for cool fall days, a black leather for biting wind, a hand woven white jacket from Ireland, a cute fuschia wool for festive evenings, a wide array of raincoats, and now she is coveting the Zadge’s new cape.

Think she should get a grip?

Meg thinks the Stones sum it up best. She also thinks the Stones still have it; she always loved the bad boys of rock better than the Beatles. It’s just how she rolls.

In the meantime, she is going to ponder a new cape, and try not to take a page out of Oscar Wilde’s book:

“I can resist everything except temptation”.


I Can’t Help Myself Friday. Dinner with A’mare.

Who’s A’mare you ask? That would be A’mare Stoudemire, 28 year old basketball phenom for the New York Knicks.

This week, Meg busted her Bon Appetit out of it’s plastic wrapper and dug into the October edition, which featured a lovely stuffed pork loin on the cover. Almost every month Bon Appetit features a VIP or celebrity and we get to see how the other side cooks on their outdoor pizza ovens and restaurant grade kitchens. She kind of ignores those stories because them seem so staged and phony with all the guests in designer clothing and lit by candlelight.

But she couldn’t take her eyes off of A’mare’s party. A’mare Stoudemire has his own private chef!

And look, they are dressed like twins!

Off-court, he pals around with Vogue editor in chief Anna Wintour at fashion shows, and he launched a line of athletic-inspired women’s wear with designer Rachel Roy earlier this fall. And then there’s his West Village penthouse, which has a river-view wraparound terrace, a barber’s chair for at-home haircuts, and even a recording studio.

And A’mare has his own stylist!

As the guests arrive, the apartment is flooded with sun from all angles. Stoudemire’s friends are as varied a lot as his off-court interests. “We met through private jets,” says one of the guests, Jesse Itzler, an entrepreneur who is involved with Stoudemire in a line of edible energy strips called Sheets.

I know I’ve met a lot of people through private jets. Oh wait, that was TSA doing a body screen on me last month.

The theme of A’mare’s party was a Soul Food Brunch that featured:

Corn Fritters with Spicy Remoulade
Fish Fingers (aren’t these Fishsticks?) with Creamy Polenta
Buttermilk Fried Chicken and Sweet Potato Waffles
Braised Kale and Turnips with Smoked Turkey
Ambrosia Salad with Toasted Coconut
Pound Cake with Fig Chutney

Luckily for all the guests involved A’mare invited this lady to the party:

Sara Blakley, the inventor of Spanx.

Meg is 100% sure she would need a set of extra strength Spanx after ingesting this meal.

Meg sort of wishes Bon Appetit would use real families for these dinners instead of all these outre people like NBA stars and the dreaded Gwyneth Paltrow. It would make a meal seem so much more real, and couldn’t we use a little reality these days, instead of fishsticks masquerading as gourmet food?

Meg’s going to leave you with a cute Shel Silverstien poem. She is sure you will love all the ingredients here!

Italian Food

Oh, how I love Italian food.
I eat it all the time,
Not just ’cause how good it tastes
But ’cause how good it rhymes.
Minestrone, cannelloni,
Macaroni, rigatoni,
Spaghettini, scallopini,
Escarole, braciole,
Insalata, cremolata, manicotti,
Marinara, carbonara,
Shrimp francese, Bolognese,
Ravioli, mostaccioli,
Mozzarella, tagliatelle,
Fried zucchini, rollatini,
Fettuccine, green linguine,
Tortellini, Tetrazzini,
Oops—I think I split my jeani.

Feel a pasta fest coming on?


The Shakespearian Gift

Over at Mama Kat’s this week, she had a great list of topics to write about. Check it out and guess which one Meg decided to write about?

So, in the last century, the family headed to the North Country (please see any John Irving novel for a character list of crazy people) for Thanksgiving. Except Thanksgiving was not going to be Thanksgiving that year; it was being co-opted for Christmas. Certain people were going to Florida and decided they wanted to celebrate the Birth of Christ exchange of swag so they could see grandchildren open gifts in person.

This necessitated Meg to having to run around to purchase and wrap items for nieces and nephews and then hightail her butt 4 hours north on Thanksgiving morn; dinner was supposed to be at high noon. (Which Meg has issues with, because she likes an extended cocktail hour with appetizers and clinky drinks). When the family arrived they were told don’t expect a turkey or trimmings; that was too hard for the couple going to Florida and they decided on a underdone rump roast with a starter of raw carrots and ranch dressing. Luckily she had a flask in her bag and made herself a nice big drink.

Meg was a little on edge with the whole thing. Meg LOVES Thanksgiving dinner and a crisp fall day with a leisurely afternoon of football on TV. Let me repeat that. SHE LOVES TURKEY DAY. So right, more big drinks. From her stash because the couple going to Florida had no booze.

Anyway, after the disappointing fare, the family settled in for “gifts”. Meg hardly remembers gifts unless it’s a Nikon D90 camera that she coveted for years and was recently gifted. But on this occasion, she sure remembered this one particular item. The couple gave Meg and her husband one of those goofy do it yourself calendars. You know, the kind you scrapbook and put everyone’s photo in because you are so anal you have to have a photo of everything anyone ever attended.

So Meg flipped through the calendar and saw everyone’s photo was attached to their birthday. How delightful! As she flipped toward autumn, she landed on her birth month. On that month, she was treated to wedding photos, but not of herself. Oh no, they were all of the couple. Or half the couple. Meg couldn’t stop staring at the collage, the person had affixed an array of wedding photos of herself, resplendent in lace.

Meg took the calendar and placed it in the floor, she didn’t say a word, but she sat in stony silence. She heard one half of the couple say “well, I couldn’t find pictures of everyone”.

That incident provided Meg with all imagery she needed to know about the relationship, and in fact, the symbolism and allegory continues to remind her of William Shakespeare’s Macbeth. Since then, every time Meg has played host to the couple, she always remembers the play opens with evil witches.

Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.

That image has continued to serve her well over the years, she can assure you.



I Can’t Help Myself Friday. For Your Reading Pleasure.

Meg always has an interesting book on her nightstand; albeit it may be on her Kindle. She pores over the book reviews in the paper looking for new and interesting authors and trying like crazy to avoid drivel.

Sometimes it’s hard not to be lured into reading a pack of lies and a good gossipy smackdown, though:

Seriously, every week I think “God, she’s jumped the shark and shot herself in the foot!” From thinking hurricane Irene is God’s will, to declaring the HPV vaccine causes mental retardation, she has proven to be a complete loon.

Cartoonist Garry Trudeau has been riffing on Joe McGinniss’ new book about Sarah Palin. This strip seems rather harmless, but the Chicago Tribune wouldn’t run it because they couldn’t “fact check” it. And that wouldn’t be fair, would it? I guess all those birther articles and bullshit that was flying around for months was fair game, though.

Trudeau did state he wished she’d disappear from the political scene, but she does provide great fodder for Doonesbury! “She’s up there with go-to’s Quayle, Dubya and Trump.”

I may have to sneak this on my Kindle for some laughs.

Here is something you’ll never catch me reading:

Vice President Aaron Burr committed treason and killed Alexander Hamilton. But for Burr, Cheney would be the worst vice president in history.” Thank you, Paul Begala for reading my mind!

For a preview, of the best books this fall, check the reviews at the Daily Beast!

Jon Stewart isn’t writing or selling a book, but does reference a rather funny one here:

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The Dong Goodbye
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Well kids, fall here is here. I know you all have good literary taste, so cuddle up with a glass of wine and a good book. And don’t let me catch you reading People magazine!