Food. Rich, delicious food. Prepared with wild abondon without caring if it is “healthy”. Which isn’t to say that I don’t like healthy food. If it turns out to be healthy, all the better. But making something healthy has rarely been my starting point. Notice the past tense. I am trying to change the way I think about this subject.

I will say this, I really wanted to like Hot Italian. Really. It is a block from my house and I like supporting local businesses.

If I could give this restaurant zero stars I would. Is it because their food is bad? Well the pizza isn’t. The calzone I had was actually really good. The salad was incredibly lackluster for $8.00. But I have been to this restaurant 3 times and have only actually eaten there once. Why do you ask?

The first time I went (a Friday night), I called ahead and asked fora reservation for six people. They told me that it was open seating and that they didn’t take reservations. So we get there and there are no open tables with spots for six people. And we wait. And wait. And everytime two people left a table, two more people sat down at that table. It became apparent that there was never going to be a table with six open seats. That is when the staff suggested that we sit at different tables. Ummm… hello… going to dinner with friends because I want to talk with those friends! So we left.

The second time I went (a weeknight), I actually received service. I went by myself in order to get a seat. I sat at the bar. (Holy uncomfortable batman!) I had one glass of wine ($8.00), one calzone ($14.00) and one small, poorly-dressed mixed green salad ($8.00). As I said, the calzone was the only thing worth the money. I was shocked that the salad cost so much for what was on my plate. The service was okay, nothing spectacular.

The last time I went (a weeknight), I couldn’t believe my experience. I walked in and the place was practically empty. As in there were two tables of people and that was it. I went to sit at the bar and then remembered how uncomfortable the seats were. So I went to one of two unoccupied low-sitting tables. A waiter comes over and tells me that it is reserved. So I pick my stuff up and sit at the big round table where a family of 4 was sitting on one side. The waiter comes over after 5 minutes to tell me that this table is ALSO reserved. (FYI – remember my first experience, where they didn’t take reservations?!?!) He gave me the choice of sitting in the cafe area (no one else was in there) or outside (where there was one couple). I sat outside. And waited. For 15 minutes for any employee to even look outside. And no one ever came. I walked out. And I will never walk in again.

No pizza is good enough for that kind of service.

I am wondering if there are people out there who will create the optimum eating plan for you to lose weight. Then buy the groceries and cook your meals for the week so that you didn’t have to worry about it.

Because I am having a hard time figuring out a good plan. I have not found a good breakfast. And although I am trying to be better about lunch and dinner, sometimes the cravings and the hunger are too much to ignore.

Just a moment of your time to tell you: THANK GOD IT IS FRIDAY!!!

Pebbles is going to have her first overnight at Wag Hotel this weekend. Exciting!

Do any of you know how serious this is?!?

This syndrome takes over when you drink enough to say things you normally wouldn’t say out loud. For example: Let’s say you are at a friend’s birthday and your friend’s brother is there. Imagine that this brother is a rather nice guy with only one little problem. He has a girlfriend that you can’t stand. If you suffer from Foot in Mouth syndrome, you might be inclined to tell him that you don’t like his girlfriend, but he must see something her that no one else does.

This wouldn’t be soooo bad of an admission, if you weren’t also inflicted with the Inability to Remember Disorder. Because at this point you have forgotten that the brother can be mean to his girlfriend sometimes and might decide to tell her what you said.

This syndrome, paired with this disorder make it uncomfortable to be at the same function as the brother and his girlfriend.

But I refuse to apologize.

I don’t know what it is, but I have been hit by the bug of craft. Last night I spent three hours making this cute little buttercup bag.

The pattern was posted for free on Made by Rae. I have to say that the directions were very thorough and easy to follow. I used decorator weight fabric for the exterior and put two pockets on the inside, instead of one.

I wish could get a nicer picture of the purse, but then again, I think the second attempt is going to be nicer than the first. I can’t wait to make another one!