Fill Me Up With PMA!

In an attempt to gain as much PMA (positive mental attitude) as possible, I have been making strategic moves:

1. Last night Matt and I had dinner at a favorite restaurant. The food is marginal and the bill is typically way hirer than I think it deserves to be. So why do we go there, you ask…. for Morris. Morris is an elderly bartender from Ireland. When you take a sit at this bar, it is like returning home. Kennedy’s is the place to go when you want to be taken care of and is certainly one of my favorite little things in life.

2. I have been reading old letters that I wrote to Matt. He is the cutest fiance ever and saved EVERY card, note and letter than I have given him. I love him for seeing that we had something special from day one.

3. While the return of many television shows used to bring me enjoyment, I am starting to realize that my brain is turning to mush from shows like: Jersey Shore, Kate Plus 8 and Say Yes to the Dress. I have decided to put down the remote and pick up a book  (or rather, my Kindle). I recently enjoyed the Book Thief and I am now reading a VERY interested book titled, “Room: A Novel.” I am about half way through and highly recommend this book for people who like book involving developmental psychology (like “A Child Called It by David Pelzer). No more mushy brain!

4. I have been trying to find a new blog every day. Today’s blog is The Neo-Traditionalist. I found her blog while taking my daily dose of Once Wed. They featured this bloggers SUPER cute wedding and of course provided a link to her blog.

Katie’s blog is filled with PMA, creativity and “little things.” I can’t wait to start reading through her posts and living according to her inspired manifesto!

Keep enjoying the little things in life!

Sister Suffragette

Below is the conversation that transpired during my daily phone call to my mother:

Me: What are you doing today
Mom: Cleaning the house because we are having people over for dinner tomorrow and going to a ladies luncheon.
Me: Ummm, what?
Mom: A lunch, for a group of ladies.
Me: Wow… you really have a rough life.

As my mom went off to her ladies luncheon, I was left imagining what life is like for my mother now that Abby and I are grown and out on our own. This is the image that I conjured up.

I can not wait until I have paid my dues as a working woman and can frolic around town having ladies luncheons and such!

Pizza Party

One of the great things about working at Cupcake Kids is learning fun new recipes. The most popular party that Jessi offers is the “Make Your Own Pizza Party.” I have to say that I became quite the expert in pizza making. Back in November/December of 2008, Jessi worked with a Charter School in Harlem to host field trips for their countless Kindergarten classes. So for 3-4 weeks straight, I would entertain groups of extremely well-dress eager chefs. We would talk about how yeast makes dough rise be releasing gas (like a burp), how honey makes the dough sweet, and how whole wheat flour is a little bit healthier than all-purpose. It was certainly a very tiring time, doing back-to-back classes for a few weeks straight, but I am now a proficient pizza maker. And last night, I put those skills to use.

I decided to make some pizza dough and use up some of the homemade marinara sauce I made Sunday for the baked ziti Matt and I enjoyed during Man Men.

Please enjoy the recipe, as written by Cupcake Kids! I highly recommend trying this at home!

Pizza Recipe-1

The pizza turned out alright, but I must admit, every time I have made it at home, it isn’t as good as the end product at Cupcake Kids. There must be a secret ingredient that the kids put in when I am not looking… oh wait, I think that is called slobber, boogies, and 5-year-old love!

Sterling, Cooper, Draper, Pryce

Last night was “Mad Men” night in our household. I love Sundays for 2 reasons: Mad Men and Brothers & Sisters. Last night Mad Men won out and I was not disappointed. There is never a dull moment and never an episode goes by without the creative genius of Don (really Peggy) on display.

This evening I received an email forward depicting actual advertisements that could have only come from the creative department of Sterling, Cooper, Draper, Pryce.














Generic

Generic is defined as something that is general, common, or inclusive rather than specific, unique, or selective. Many times this word is associated with generic brands; a product that mirrors a more well-known product, lacking one thing, the “band name.”  While it is often inaccurate to describe these products as “lacking a brand name”, as they usually are branded, albeit with either the brand of the store in which they are sold, they are generally identified by product characteristics.

They may be manufactured by less prominent companies, or manufactured on the same production line as a ‘named’ brand. Generic brands are usually priced below those products they imitate. Generic brand products are often of equal quality as a branded product… or so I thought.

Let’s be honest, we are experiencing an economic downfall. Although I have heard that the economy is getting better, I am still watching my spending. As a result, when I was at the grocery store tonight, picking up something delicious for dinner, of course I bought the generic mac and cheese; it was 55 cents less than the Kraft. The boxes were similar, the ingredients were exactly the same, and the cooking directions on the generic box were consistent with those that I followed so many times before while making a trusted box of Kraft. So I walked out of the store with a box of Krasdale Spirals and a smile on my face.

I cooked up my delicious dinner and sat down to enjoy a yummy bowl of mac and cheese. On a side note, I have been feeling a little under the weather the past few days and I was looking forward to my comfort food dinner. Well, as soon as I took one bite, I realized something was wrong. Something was missing from this bowl, but I couldn’t figure out what… I added the correct amount of milk and butter. I had added the magical powdered cheese packet and cooked the pasta thoroughly. What could I have done wrong? What was missing from my mac and cheese.

I will tell you what was missing… 85 cents of deliciousness. I promise, I will never sacrifice taste for price again. Kraft Macaroni and Cheese, you are my little thing for the day. I only wish I had realized this sooner…

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