Lime Tortilla chips, rediscovered

Our friend Janet helped us with yesterday's folk fest by turning her porch into a hospitality lounge for our artists, complete with beer and snacks (she did the shopping). . . .

Since making an honest attempt at improving my diet, I no longer walk down the chip and soda aisles at the market . . . with this I had thankfully forgotten all about the lime tortilla chips, until last night. Somebody, anybody, take these things away from me! I have a chip addiction to begin with, but these are like heroin. It wasn't until I found a beetle in the bottom of the bowl that I switched over to the beautiful bowl of fruit right next to the chip bowl. It's almost 24 hours later, and I'm still thinking about those damn chips . . . god help me!

Herb, the culinary, olfactory, and visual everything

One of my coworkers is getting married a couple of weeks before me and I stole her idea for centerpieces/gifts. I mentioned herbs and gardening a couple of posts ago, and this is why. What better thing to sit in the middle of a table is a living breathing potted aromatic collection of herbs?? I can't think of anything either. So each table will be getting an assortment of potted herbs wrapped in rafia or velvet ribbon . . . a very elegant card attached to each pot, etc. Billy, I'm hoping, will score me some fresh cut roses from work to add some color to these already lovely arrangements. The herbs I picked up at the farmer's market on Saturday from an organic grower and they are beautiful. I got them repotted into red clay pots on Sunday, and I just can't stop looking at them. I have lavender, oregano, marjoram, creeping thyme, and rosemary and before I got them outside into the new pots, my kitchen/pantry smelled divine. Anyway, that's all I have to say about herb.

Better than What Color is My Parachute

When another column gets the flush; what's a good, conservative, christian, harpy to do? Why, write the greatest new job search guide, that's what! www.monster.cunt: The Job Market for the Socially Impaired Woman, is Anne Coulter's guide on getting what you want with "tact". Congratulations, Anne, on another job well done. Best wishes from all your fans at F.U. Central, we "love" you.

Too much birthday cheer and a BIG head

Amy said it best yesterday as I was well on my way to nursing a 30 hour hangover . . . drinking on your birthday only reminds you that you are too old to do that shit the morning after. I have no excuse other than the Phil and Friends show started at 5 PM and we were prisoners of the beer garden. It takes a bit of frisking to get in, you can't hear the band, they won't let you out of the beer garden with a beer in your hand and you are of course, subjected to more frisking . . . so it was a continuous round of frisking and beer gulping to hear/see the band play. This of course encouraged us to stay in the garden longer, drink more, and drink fast. You want to know why we didn't switch to water??? A beer was only $3 more for a premium than the water, and only a $1 more than a soda!! Oh, and people were buying my drinks for me, 'cause it was my birthday!!! Gonna see Phil again this coming Sunday . . . gotta work the day after, think I'll play this one sober, oh-yeah. BTW if you are wondering, the bunny on the right was me yesterday.