Aside: I’m wondering about the placement of the apostrophe in “Joe’s”. It doesn’t really make sense. Trader Joe’s WHAT?
I’m feeling all ranty and everything.
Trader Joe’s has been my main food shopping store for as long as I can remember — way before it was the cool place.
Back in the seventies, there weren’t a whole lotta grocery stores that catered to vegetarians. Not every corner boasted a Whole Foods or a Sprouts.
You guys have had a lot of my money over the years.
But I’m really ticked off at you guys right now — and not just for the questionable punctuation.
I’m troubled by the way your “Corn-Rye Bread” is defined on receipts.
That you choose to describe an item by its perceived cultural reference is offensive to me, and quite possibly indirect, oblique subliminal anti-Semitism.
Singling out shoppers who buy this bread as “Jewish” is subtle, insidious, disingenuous, sneakily surreptitious, and as conspicuous as a yellow star.
Where’s the Christian bread or the Buddhist bread or Muslim bread?
It’s not appropriate to characterize a bread as “Jewish” or “Jewish-style”.
I wrote to you last week about my concerns, and have yet to receive a response.
I am again requesting that you (company-wide) immediately delete and discontinue the use of the term “Jewish” from your stock description of this Corn-Rye Bread.
A more accurate description would be “Kosher” and/or “Pareve”.
But not Jewish.
Being Jewish means that you are part of the Jewish people, whether because you were born into a Jewish home and culturally identify as Jewish or because you practice the Jewish religion (or both).
Bread cannot be Jewish-style unless you also describe other products as Hindu-style or Christian-style or Mexican-style or Asian-style.
I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt — maybe you operated until the umbrella-ella-ella of ignorance — but now that you know, in good faith, I expect this to be acted upon immediately.
Again, remove “Jewish-style” from your description of Corn-Rye Bread.
or should I say, Jewish-style Princess Rosebud
From TJ website: Trader Joe’s is an American privately held chain of specialty grocery stores headquartered in Monrovia, California, in Greater Los Angeles. As of 16 May 2014, Trader Joe’s had a total of 418 stores.
From Fortune: the chain is owned by Germany’s ultra-private Albrecht family, the people behind the Aldi Nord supermarket empire. A different branch of the family controls Aldi Süd, parent of the U.S. Aldi grocery chain.
For sure I’m the same girl who loves her Chanel and those sexy sexy toe cleavage Louboutins.
But I’m also all about a bargain – a good deal – a TREASURE.
When tugboat man proposed and we set a date, (yes, Dr. Laura, I had a ring and a date) — it was time to commence the checklist and countdown to becoming Mrs. Tugboat Captain.
I didn’t expect to find the perfect wedding gown at the DAV (that’s short for Disabled American Veterans) but I was getting desperate.
I had visited all of the local wedding shops, tried on a lot of gowns that didn’t feel right for me – not for a second marriage — and they didn’t speak to me design-wise.
Remember, it was 1994. Not as bad as the eighties, but still…light years before “Say Yes To The Dress”.
It was January; the wedding was the following month and I didn’t have anything to wear.
Not quite time to panic, well, yes, time to panic.
I would have been a Bridezilla if I wasn’t the one who was doing all the planning.
As a last resort, I was going to sew my own dress – but there wasn’t a whole lotta time.
One day I was aimlessly driving around and thought what the heck, I’ll try the thrift stores, whaddid I have to lose?
I stopped at the DAV on Coast Highway in Oceanside. It never smelled fresh, and that was a turnoff for sure, but I’d had luck there previously when I was looking for a vintage Hawaiian shirt.
Dejectedly, I dragged my feet over to the “fancy” dress aisle. It was an exercise in futility, but I wanted to be thorough.
I certainly didn’t expect to find the perfect wedding gown here — although there were lots of graduation-type dresses that looked like they had seen their one and done status and that’s how they ended up in the rack of last resorts.
And there it was.
Smashed and smooshed between two hideous body-deforming shiny blue taffeta trashed bridesmaids gowns or quinceanera dresses…
…my little jewel of a a wedding dress sang her sweet song of lace and froth.
Not too much; just right. Oh so right.
Lace tiers and sheer long sleeves and a nipped-in waist. SO ME.
A slightly Victorian feel or something that wouldn’t be out of place at Highcleer Castle. (Downton Abbey reference)
I didn’t even bother to try it on in the (ick) sketchy“dressing room” — really just three dirty blankets hung from a partition.
Cost? It was $10. TEN DOLLARS. I’m not sure of the designer’s name — whatever label had been attached was removed, but someone cared. There was LOVE in the stitches.
One thousand pennies.
What if it didn’t fit?
As soon as I got home, I tried it on and it was a perfect fit. Perfect. Like bespoke. Like so perfect I got teary.
SO meant to be, just like my tugboat man.
Although it was as immaculate as if it had never been worn, I always feel the need to add some embellishment. I went to the fabric store and bought twenty yards of chiffon for a belt/sash and then I decided I wanted to give the gown a slight vintage feel. I filled my tub with ten bags of Earl Grey tea; dipped and soaked the gown just until it was tinted a faintly champagne-ish color.
May I present Mrs. Tugboat Captain in these old and scanned pics.
Not because of any religious reasons or anything remotely like that or even the overabundance of sugar.
I think I first became disenchanted with Halloween when adults sucked the magic away from kids and it became way too commercial.
When I was growing up, it was so much fun to dress up as a princess (duh) or fairy or ballet dancer and walk around the ‘hood with my mom to fill my little plastic pumpkin with a few pounds of chocolate.
Years later, I birthed the only child in the world who hated dressing up.
He even cried about it one year because his entire class was to be in costume and he really didn’t want to, but he wanted to participate in the party and school carnival.
I had a talk with his teacher: “Angel Boy is special and you and I both know that, and you will honor his choice and not say one negative word to him about it or allow the kids to tease him OR you will hear from me and I dress up as Monster Mommy every single day of the week when it concerns my child. Do I make myself particularly clear?”
Needless to say, he was treated extremely well, cos that’s the kind of mom I am.
I’m kinda bummed that adults helped to turn it into their “thang” but that’s just me.
When I was in SF visiting Angel Boy and DIL, apparently my child (now a man), now DOES dress up for Halloween.
In fact, he’s participating in a critical mass bike ride and requested my assistance to make his costume!
Keeping in mind his status as an erudite and brilliant professor, he chose to emulate a character from a film by Salavador Dali and Luis Buñuel: Un Chien Andalou (An Andalusian Dog) (1929). It’s a significant and monumental art film.
We recreated this character: “A slim young man bicycles down a calm urban street wearing what appears to be a nun’s habit and a striped box with a strap around his neck..” (Wiki)
He even had fake ants delivered to glue to his hands. (If you ever saw the film, you’d understand.)
Tonight, I’ll be passing out Skittles and other stuff I don’t like (so I wont be tempted to eat it) to trick or treaters, but I won’t be enjoying myself.
Happy Halloween, I guess, to those of you that do!
“But having haters in real life means people hate you.”
How could I NOT be intrigued?
I’m not a professional reviewer. I’m not on staff of a newspaper (do they even exist anymore?) — I don’t write for a trade publication like Variety, I don’t have a horse in the race, so to speak.
Simply put, I watch a little television from time to time.
I’m a VIEWER, not a REviewer.
Some of my all time favorite shows are outside my demographics; for instance, I LOVE LOVE LOVED Gossip Girl and mourned the day the series ended.
Oh Blair! Oh, Chuck! Oh, Serena! Oh, Dan!
And I like(d) New Girl, but now I’m almost — but not quite– over it. Except for Schmidt. LOVE him!!
Love Sherlock; watch Downton Abbey but sometimes it’s a snoozefest.
I’m not enamored of the “vampire” genre, nor do I enjoy crime or hospital dramaz. Too much blood and guts, not enough sex and snark.
The only reason my opinions are made public is that I’m a BLOGGER.
Bloggers are inherently self-absorbed and narcissistic, don’t you agree?
Here we are, as a whole, writing down our thoughts and observations and sharing various parts of our lives and putting it all OUT THERE for the world to see and appreciate — IF we’re doing it right.
See how it always circles back to being about me? See what I’m saying?
I’ve strayed a bit off-topic…
The teasers for Selfie were so adorable, I hoped the show would live up to the preview, and for me, it has.
Created and executive produced by Emily Kapnek for Warner Bros. Television stars Karen Gillan as Eliza Dooley and John Cho as Henry Higgs. P.S. Karen Gillan is AMAZING.
“Social Media superstar Eliza Dooley (Karen Gillan) has 263,000 followers who hang on to her every post, tweet and selfie. But after a workplace mishap goes viral, she quickly realizes that being “instafamous” isn’t all it’s cracked up to be and being friended is not the same as having actual friends.
She enlists co-worker and marketing guru, Henry (John Cho), to ‘rebrand’ her self-obsessed reputation and teach her how to connect with people in the real world.
At first, Henry wants nothing to do with Eliza, who is the epitome of all he deems wrong with the app-addicted world.
But soon, Henry takes pity on her.
What Henry doesn’t anticipate, however, is how much he’ll learn. As a workaholic who rarely makes time for socializing, Henry eventually begins to realize that his little “project” just might have something to teach him. After all, keeping life at arm’s length is great for taking a selfie, but not so much if you want someone in the picture next to you.”
I’m hooked on the snappy wit and often seriously funny dialogue.
It’s so refreshing to discover a TV show that is NOT a retread of an old idea — CSI ad nauseum. Not a fan, soz.
The situational humor is for the most part believable, not clichéd nor contrived nor forced.
Might Selfie be ahead of its time?
It’s possible that some of us aren’t quite ready to hold that mirror up to ourselves and examine certain behaviors, but I’m a fan.
Selfie: As a society, we have become so connected to our technological devices that we’ve become DISconnected to human interaction and communication.
This is true.
Hey here’s me — a blogger — using several social media platforms to share my opinion about a TV show that conveys an important message in a gently mocking way.
DO YOU GET IT?
Yeah, it’s a fairly overt reference to Pygmalion and My Fair Lady — with the proper guidance, anyone can be a lady, only in this case, Henry is determined to teach Eliza how to interact as a human, not as a hashtag.
It’s truly a twist with a modern POV.
In fact, it happens to me IRL (in real life) on a daily basis.
- In the line at the gym waiting for the next class to start, whether it’s Yoga, Pilates, PiYo, Boot Camp, or Shadowboxing – no one TALKS any more. NO ONE. Everyone stands there, cocooned in their own little world, and doing what? Scrolling through FB push notifications? Texting whom? About what?
- And here on my flight to SF, sitting next to me is a woman about my age, (with a really superb specimen of a large carryon Louis Vuitton travel bag btw) head down, no eye contact, scrolling away on her smart phone
- Across from me is another woman playing Solitaire on her phone, and next to her is a guy watching a movie.
All around me is dead silence except for the tap-tap-tap of the keyboard.
Wait, that’s me, haha. I’m isolated too, observing and writing it all down.
It’s eerily quiet. No chit chat, no verbal communication but for an occasional “excuse me” to go to the bathroom.
Selfie is a cautionary tale told with humor and insight.
“Shut up, shut up, shut UP!”
This is directed to the ultra-loud professional in the euro-style suit leaning on his rolling suitcase about six inches from my seat.
“Guess what, MISTER METRO, I don’t need to know the details of your previous important meeting and how that will impact your next even more important meeting.”
NO, I DO NOT.
I am NOT impressed.
THE WORLD DOES NOT REVOLVE AROUND YOU.
(It revolves around ME.)
I’m at the airport.
I’ve been here for hours, waiting for a 5:15 p.m. flight.
For me, travelling alone is SO stressful, even though I’m anally organized, that it’s really no fun at all.
I’ve called my tugboat man several times already.
“What time should I leave for the airport?”
“How much cash should I bring?”
“Should I leave a light on inside the house?”
“How much should I tip the guy who drives the shuttle?”
In answer to his question about how I’m getting from the airport to my son’s home…
“Yes, he’s picking me up, and we’re taking BART and then walking.”
Look at all my
crap stuff for two days. HAHAHAHAHA
Quinoa-Protein Bars, Brownies, Oatmeal Raisin Cookies — as well as assorted food items like lentils ( I know, I know, they most likely stock lentils in San Francisco), a variety of teas, my own French Roast coffee, and wasabi seaweed snacks.
Like ten pounds of food.
I am aware that I packed WAY TOO MANY outfits, and I know there are clothing stores in walking distance, but I have an irrational fear of not having the RIGHT OUTFIT for any proposed activity.
Even though we’re probably just going hiking in a local canyon so I can look for coyotes, and I’ll be spending a certain amount of time cleaning their house (like I always do), I like to be prepared. That’s why I brought my own yellow rubber gloves. For reals.
Security was HELL. I got “randomly” selected to go to secondary. They were concerned about my cell phone or something. Like have they never seen a phone that is NOT a smart phone? Geez. So they tested it a few more times and finally released me.
Good to know I’m not a threat.
Two more hours…
A lady sat down next to me eating something that smells so GROSS.
I need a drink.
Yup, another smoothie recipe.
Don’t say YUCK.
Don’t roll your eyes at me.
I’ve been torturing my family for years, forcing them to drink the
sometimes often dreadful concoctions that I formulate from a deranged aggregate of ingredients — adding a little of this and a little of that — sometimes palatable, sometimes not.
While the raw Cauliflower-Brussel Sprouts Smoothie was NOT a winner, I think I’ve finally developed the perfectly Ultimate Smoothie.
- Tastes delicious
- Helps with digestive/gall bladder issues (me)
- Provides lots of energy
- Garden of Life Raw Protein Powder in Vanilla, Vanilla Chai, Chocolate, or Marley Coffee
- Slippery Elm powder, great for digestion
- Flaxseed Meal, full of healthy fiber
- Chia seeds
- EmergenC, one or two packets
- Beets, canned/unsalted or from my garden (good for gall bladder)
- Garden of Life Perfect Food Raw Organic Wheat Grass Juice Powder
- Garden of Life Perfect Food Raw Organic Powder
- Juices: A combo of Rio Red Grapefruit, Apple, Mango, Cranberry
- Banana (one or two)
- Any other fresh fruit, this time I used blueberries and pears, but anything you have is yummy — from peaches to watermelon
- Nonfat yogurt, regular or Greek for more protein or soy/hemp/almond milk for vegan.
- Ginger (to taste, I use about an inch-peeled)
- Turmeric powder…great anti-inflammatory (1 teaspoon)
- Cinnamon (1 teaspoon)
- Ginseng (I use Korean Ginseng tea granules)
Additions: I usually add a handful of kale, chard, spinach, parsley, mint…just about any greens, even dark leafy lettuce
I throw it all in the blender and process until very smooth. You’ll never taste the greens or the beets, but they add a bright undertone to the fruit.
If you have a lime or a lemon, add a squeeze or two. I have a friend who tosses in a whole orange, peel and all, from her own organically grown tree. I’ve never done that, but it’s certainly an option.
Whether you try my smoothie as a meal replacement (like I do) or as a healthy between-meal snack, my Ultimate Smoothie will provide added energy and lots of nutrition for your busy day.
P.S. Yes, I use a lot of ingredients, but it’s still easy to do and can be made anywhere if you have a blender or even an immersion blender.
I hate swallowing vitamins and supplements but the smooth and creamy texture of my ultimate smoothie helps them go down without gagging.
Since I’ve been taking Garden of Life Kind Organics supplements, I feel so good and it’s really helped with my digestive issues (and my son is a fan, too!) I’m a big believer in pre and pro-biotics, balancing intestinal flora and fauna, and you remember I’m a junkie for wheat grass!
My tugboat man and son have the same routine, but theirs is especially formulated for men.
Enloy and be HEALTHY!
We had one last detour before our final destination of the magnificent Zion National Park.
Our goal was to pack in as many sights as we could on our ten-day trip.
We were up early for a short hike to a lookout at Lake Powell.
Back on the road, we turned off the main highway and set out on a dusty, bumpy, red-dirt path barely wide enough for one vehicle — more like a wagon train trail — several miles off the main road to a trailhead that would lead to an amazing slot canyon hike.
The Grand Staircase-Escalante National Monument, at 1.7 million acres, dominates southern Utah.
It’s unique in that it is the first monument to be administered by the Bureau of Land Management, rather than the National Park Service.
The Grand Staircase is a geological formation spanning eons of time and is a territory of multicolored cliffs, plateaus, mesas, buttes, pinnacles, slot canyons, and world-class paleontological sites..
After hiking for about and hour or so, clambering up and out of narrow and shady slot canyons that seemed to go on forever, passing a random cow or two, the “cathedral” emerged in a open space bathed in sunlight.
I don’t know why it’s “secret” except that a couple of experienced hikers we chatted with at the trailhead shared a few of the highlights of the area and cautioned us not to be TOO specific when we talked about where we were to avoid it becoming overcrowded. Spectacular. WOW. This is supposed to be one of the longest slot canyon hikes in the country, if not THE longest. We hiked for about three hours in, a six-mile round trip. ME!
Next stop, ZION!
P.S. And don’t ask, there’s no way I’m telling the exact coordinates. Only tugboat man knows exactly where we were :)
I still have a few samples to review, and this is one I’m really excited to share with you. (As always, I received product, but no other compensation.)
Rich, creamy chocolate. Need I say more? Vanilla is yummy too, don’t get me wrong, but the first sip of the chocolate Muscle Milk Organic made my mouth do a happy dance.
Once again, I sent a sampling to my son to offer his opinion.
He’s goes from zero to sixty from the moment he wakes up: teaching at university, then running, hiking, surfing, biking until dark — he gave me an honest critique by email:
“Mom, it’s DELICIOUS. Send more!” Just like a kid, right?
On the go, as a snack, or for post workout recovery, toss a couple of boxes in your gym bag or backpack. It’s completely ready-to-drink:
- 15 GRAMS OF PROTEIN
- 120 CALORIES
- GLUTEN FREE
- CERTIFIED ORGANIC
From the website: “Protein is nature’s building block. After a workout your body demands it to recover and grow stronger. We’ve developed Muscle Milk® Organic with 15 grams of organic protein to help you recover after your workout. We sweetened it with organic cane sugar and organic stevia for a light, delicious taste. It’s low in saturated fat and cholesterol and is gluten free, making it a healthy and guilt-free source of protein whenever your body needs it.”
Hey, it’s made in the USA — we need to support our home grown companies!
NEWS: TMZ reports that TLC has cancelled “Here Comes Honey Boo Boo” in the wake of allegations that June Shannon, aka Mama June, is dating convicted child molester Mark McDaniel.
According to the TMZ, the network has already shot an entire season of new episodes, but will not air them due to the allegations, as they believe that Shannon is putting her children at risk.
In a world that ignores and covers up domestic violence and child abuse in professional sports, where whole networks are dedicated to hunting and killing animals, I am skeptical of TLC’s swift action to cancel “Here Comes Honey Boo Boo”.
Is it a ploy to placate those of us who are outraged?
Is it just another spin — will HCHBB be reinstated after a short period of time, like that other stupid show, “Duck Dynasty”?
Or is this another kind of spin to garner more publicity and gauge the pulse of the public with regard to just exactly how much we’ll tolerate?
Were the advertisers outraged?
This is all speculation on my part because I don’t watch the show.
And why not, you might ask?
Yes, it’s offensive on a myriad of levels, but the major reason is that it pains me to my core to watch so many horrible fashion choices.
Happy Friday, y’all!