Archive for March, 2010

Playing With Dough

Monday, March 29th, 2010

My friend Joel and I recently had lunch in New York’s Chinatown. We dined at a Malaysian restaurant on Grand Street called Nyonya. I should say that this location may actually be considered Little Italy. But only because I love the clumsy way the words ‘Little Italy’ roll off the tongue. Attempt to say them quickly, three times, and you’ve got me laughing — littleittle-eee-littleittle-eee-littleittle-eee. Okay, so, I’m often amused by the simplest of thoughts. I’m not sure if it’s a good or bad trait, but I’m almost always playing some little mental game, if just to make the ordinary, mundane aspects of life just a tad bit more interesting for myself.

Joel had been wanting to try this particular place, but the restaurant is usually so crowded, it’s practically impossible to get seated without actually skipping a meal. This time, we had good luck, and scored a table directly in front of the main window. Joel ordered the fish head soup (dining on odd animal appendages represents just a smidgeon of Joel’s overall charm), while I ordered some spicy noodles with chicken. Joel raved about his floating fish heads, and I was quite content with my chicken, especially thankful when it arrived without eyeballs.


OMG!!! Why does this stuff always happen to me?

Friday, March 19th, 2010

I must attract it. On some higher conscious, spiritual, karmic, whatever level, I must manifest these little dilemmas, like wardrobe malfunctions, because, well, I guess life just isn’t friggin’ interesting or challenging enough!!!

Here I am, at the library, and I just got up to go to the ladies room. ‘My, I look thin in this skirt,’ I thought, as I looked in the mirror, turning to check if my butt looks fat.

Ack!!! The back zipper is completely broken, and my black panties are showing!!! And I can’t leave yet because I need to drive my 84 year old uncle home, who is at the adjoining senior center for lunch —

OMG— I’m going to be giving the seniors a free panty peek today. There’s no avoiding it!!! How embarrassing!!!

Damn Goodwill clothes. I guess I should of been suspicious of a $3 Ann Taylor skirt.


Bye-bye boots,

Friday, March 19th, 2010

hello sandals … Yay! I LOVE spring (almost as much as I love autumn). At last, no more bratty kids hogging all the tables at the library in the afternoons. The library I use is right next to an elementary and a high school, and basically, when it’s cold or rainy, the library is an after-school day care center.

Last week, I couldn’t help but overhear a young girl announce to her friends (and pretty much everyone else in the library),

“(Sigh)… I REALLY need a new digital communication device.”

I looked at her and decided she couldn’t have been more than 6 years old. Digital communication device?

‘No, you need a barbie doll, and a bowl of spagetti-o’s,’ I thought.