bookmark_borderThere is a lesson here…

Just got back from a baby shower where there was a lot of food…like a lot.

I ate (and I am ashamed to say so):

  • Two pieces of bread
  • Assorted dips: Skordalia (Potato and Garlic Dip), Tzatziki, Taramosalata (Caviar dip), Humus
  • Greek Salad
  • Pork Souvlaki, Rice, Broccoli, Cauliflower, Carrots
  • Glass of wine
  • Glass of Ginger Ale
  • Cup of coffee
  • Some fruit
  • A custard tart
  • A piece of cake
  • Home now. Feeling slightly unwell.
    Plant to go for a walk soon. Don’t imagine it will help me.

    bookmark_borderWhat does it all mean?

    I’ve had this blog since 2005 and this website — which was bloggy before blogs were ubiquitous — since 1997 or 1998 — I forget.

    My first blog post was about vo-dee-oh-do-doh

    Remember when Laverne De Fazio implied her roommate Shirley Feeney vo-dee-oh-do-dohed?
    And then Shirley insisted she most certainly did not vo-dee-oh-do-doh.
    Finally Laverne conceded and said “Yeah, but you vo-de-ohed.”

    Eight-year-old-me had no idea…
    That Carmine, the big Ragoo.

    An interesting start. One that might lead one to conclude my blog contain thinly veiled references to you-know-what.

    Nope. Okay, maybe sometimes, but so veiled I bet most readers missed them.

    So almost 2000 posts later — what do I write about?

    1. Shoes, boots, shoes, clogs….
    2. Vacations — mostly New York and other fun destinations but sometimes other (not) interesting places like Providence, RI.
    3. Nostalgia — Grade 9…was I cute or what?
    4. Aging. A recurring theme. Rest assured, I am getting used to the idea, but I don’t imagine that I will stop mentioning it. What with all the material middle-age will continue to bring!
    5. Home decor — bad flooring, worse flooring, strange walls, not one but two chairs of happiness and delight!

    What I don’t write about:

    1. Vo-dee-oh-do-doh…
    2. My (very exciting) personal life. Dear Diary this is not.
    3. My (great) job — except for pleasant anecdotes.
    4. My (big European) family — well, unless it’s one of the people who are no longer with us. They have not complained. Others might.
    5. Politics. I have views. They are neither shocking nor especially interesting.