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Gosh it's been far too long since I posted about a new restaurant.
I do have an excuse though...honest.
First of all I was on a pretty strict elimination diet to figure out the root of all my tummy troubles.
Which completely sucks when you are as into eating out as I am.
Restaurants can be tricky when you have no control of what goes into your food.
Thankfully I feel %1000 better and am enjoying life once again and am not freaked out when dining out.
I just tend to do it less than before.
Now, before you get all up in my Showbiz, let me just say right off the bat that Mama Drama is well aware how to spell the word "hottie". In fact, Mama Drama lurves the hotties, much to the dismay of her Husband (Hi Honey! You're smokin' hot!). But this week, Mama Drama has denied herself a free pass to salivate over young Hollywood beefcakes, in favour of sharing with you her idea of the Men to Watch in Hollywood.
Well, for months now, I’ve been going on bullying you sharing my thoughts on the importance of maintaining high nutritional standards for you and your family. I’ve been writing about family dinners, organic fare, eating your greens and how to pack a healthy punch into the all of the things you eat.
Which was all fine and good while I was a keener stay-at-home mom, flush with protect-my-brood, post-natal hormones, a save-the-world idealism that summer so easily encourages, plus the added bonus of a husband working mainly from home for months at a time.
Let's just get it out, shall we? In the wine....
Okay. All better?
One of my family's traditions at Christmas is that small Christmas trees appear in the kids bedrooms late at night while they sleep,magically decorated and all lit up. It's the work of the Christmas elves! (The real version, of course, is that B drags them down from the attic and he and I have furious fights in whispers over who left the strings of lights so horribly tangled and where in hell are the little ornaments meant for these trees, and then we (I) commando crawl into the bedrooms where my cherubic children sleep with their heads full of sugarplums and hunt for the plug and back out again, swearing that next year I'll remember the flashlight.
As much as I might proclaim myself a diva, I've never actually been the kinda girl to spend a lot of money on the accoutrements of beauty.
If something doesn't make a statement, it just seems pointless and by that logic, fancy and expensive makeup, creams and lotions have always struck me as the ultimate waste of money - especially since I can buy the cheap stuff at the drugstore and splurge on something like this.
Anyhoo, with the markets headed south and the chill of recession upon us it seems like my cheap frugal way of thinking is actually in style. Lucky for you, when it comes to advice I've always been the pushy generous type.
When it comes to teenagers, learning about money is like learning about sex – you really hope that parents are having the “talk”. In reality, parents are talking to their teens about money just about as often as they are talking to them about sex – not that much.
Continue reading "are your teens practicing safe finance?" »
I must confess that for all my high-falutin' taste in television (and it is high!...and falutin'!), one of my all-time favourite TV shows is a TLC "reality" show: What Not to Wear. The Husband thinks that it is akin to watching paint dry, but I can't get enough of it. I record it weekly and watch it, secretly laughing at all the terrible fashion mistakes people make. That's what reality tv is best at, no? Making its audience feel better by allowing them the opportunity to say "Well, I may be bad, but I'm not as bad as that."
Then the Husband came home the other week saying that he had a presentation to do which included a section on 'what not to wear to client meetings', and could he photograph me in some before and after shots wearing appropriate and inappropriate work wear?
Ok, two themes this week:
And that leads me to today’s column:
How to Stay Warm, Cozy and Nutritionally Sound While Working Outside of the Home
I wasn't going to do a Pumpkinpie's Picks post for a while - I had posts ready! With themes and stuff! But I am about to overstep my parenting ethics, and I bet I'm not alone, so I'm here to share my pain, people.
You remember how in the comic strip Calvin & Hobbes, Calvin always wanted to read Hamster Huey and the Gooey Kablooey, every. single. night? Much to his parents teeeth-gnashing horror? Yeah. Pumpkinpie has a Huey, and my head is about to explode in a gooey kablooey.
If you're anything like me (and for your sake, I hope you're not), you're starting to get just a liitle bit freaked out that the holidays are just around the corner and you have no idea what to get anyone. Christmas is a big deal to me, and now that I have kids, it's even bigger. I don't want to just get any old present, I want to get THE present. The elusive present that makes their eyes light up like...well, like Christmas morning. (There's a reason for that saying.) And once I find that special something for my kids, I have to duplicate this magical feat for my nieces, my mom's group Christmas exchange and about a gazillion other events that keep cropping up everytime I think I've got it all under control. So this year, I had a thought - why not look to Christmasses past?
