It’s the weekend! I am already late getting out of the house. I’m trying to get to our cute little Farmers’ Market. All the good stuff is already gone and the whole place will be folded up by noon. At this point I’m just going because I can’t ever seem to get there before noon and it’s a personal challenge.
Next on the list of stops is a nursery of some sort, even if it is Wal*Mart. I have GOT to have a tomato plant.
I chose Monaco not because I want to go there, I mean I would, but it’s totally not a place I would choose on my dime. Part of traveling the world on a budget is not going to places like Monaco. I chose it because it was the site of The Amazing Race this week and it airs on Friday nights and was fresh on my mind.
Anyway. This is the Weekend Edition of our new gabfest. Enjoy. I’ll be checking in soon.
I’ve been trying to go to the farmer’s market here on Saturdays as well. Such a scene! I treat it too much like a quest, instead of an outing. No patience for dwaddlers, strollers, or the curious type. Know your produce and buy dammit! Need to change my attitude again…if we get to Monaco, let’s go by yacht only (German engineered, Italian and Swiss crew) and be water taxied to shore to shop for the gowns we need at the casino. Otherwise, I’m not sure I would fit in! NOW, back to my grocery list.
Monaco is one of this places that looks so grand and amazing on TV. Definitely a place I want to go when I get ric . Doe now I guess I will enjoy my carribean cruise next weekend. I am celebrating my retirement from the military after 20 years of service with this trip.
âSounds like fun birdie. I’d love to know your favorite port when you get back. And thanks for your service in such volatile times!
On Sat, Apr 11, 2015 at 11:48 AM, Tamara Tattles wrote:
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I’m back from the market. I really was not in the mood. It felt like something I had to do. I parked in the church parking lot that I am actually a member of (but could not tell you the current pastor’s name.) and there were these new not very Christian signs threatening to tow. Which I am not sure count on Saturday when there is no church and no paid weekday parking. But it was enough to make me not want to dawdle.
Then I get there and the configuration is all wrong. There is an art exhibit on the main drag with nary a vegetable in site. I scurry through trying not to look because what I do not need is more folk artsy fartsy shit and what I do need is to keep my money in my pocket. Except I do need a pen. I mean everyone needs a pen. And There is not one goddamn pen in this house. Well I mean there are pens but none of the write and I keep them around to remind myself of this fact over and over when people are saying things like “Would you like the confirmation number of your payment?” or tell me to write down the number of the guy who can come shut off the water and stop your house from floodingâ or the number for half price male prostitutes that have been thoroughly vetted for disease and have not previous slept with Phaedra Parks. You know. Times when a pen would be handy.
And that I when I met Larry and his wife. Larry makes pens. Sort of. He had all these pens that ranged in price from $20-$80 and they were nice enough pens. I need a pen. So I looked at all of them and got Larry’s hopes up. I decided to keep my $20 in my pocket because I went to Whole Foods yesterday and shopped like a housewive with a husband with a fancy job. I need to be punished for that, and my punishment was no cool pen from Larry. But now I had shown interest in Larry and you could tell he really wanted to take our relationship to the next level and I was toying with the idea of just buying a damn pen because the alternative was crushing Larry’s soul. I waffled and complimented Larry on his pens and took a card and asked when he would be back the next time. I left Larry with hope. But I didn’t mean it. And I feel bad now. I worried on the drive home that Larry might not have sold any pens all morning and was losing money on his pen business. Like I need more things to worry about.
One of the streets was under construction and this was a more artsy fartsy weekend than anything else. But on a street that is normally open the had food and shockingly four or so booths with tomato plants. This was my main purpose in going but they usually don’t have plants this early. I bought a Rutgers, a Cherokee purple (which I don’t even like, but it seems to be a family thing with me and my sister) and an early girl. I also bought a small bunch of spring onion for my salad. I came home and prepped the salad stuff and the lack of tomato was glaring and I regretted not asking if I could buy one tomato from the big booth of veggie Nazis. Tomato is sort of the star of a salad.
So I am fixin’ to through a blog up and make a spinach salad with roasted Chicken. I don’t think I have a good salad dressing though. Only the good FOR you shit. And I’m sure I did a shitty job washing the spinach. But I deserve a shitty salad for what I did to Larry.
On Sat, Apr 11, 2015 at 11:53 AM, Tamara Tattles wrote:
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@Birdie Co-sign…thanks so much for serving this nation, I am sure with TRUE honor + distinction.
Thank you Tanya!!
@ Tanya, @Birdie Co-sign, “thumbs up” to you.- Please see my comments below about visiting the WW 2 museum in New Orleans. It was incredible, and I am so proud of the service of those before us, and those in the present (Birdie). I had no idea the museum was there. It is sobering, and beautiful. I guess I have to go and cook all those darn vegetables I purchases at The Farmer’s Market today. (With my new attitude!)
Bon voyage and thank you for your years of service!
Thank you all!!
I’ve been to Monaco, had some work to do in Nice and we went here for the night just to check it out. It’s surprisingly dull if you’re not a yacht girl (or otherwise not getting on a yacht). The castle was beautiful but definitely either make this a rest stop on to the way to something cooler.
@Tamara Really like how much you share your stumbles. Mine sound awfully similar, and I scold myself more often than not for it. Monaco sounds like a grand travel destination. Reminds me of those pics of Princess Grace in a convertible with her Hermes scarf and Ray Bans. I’m more of a caribbean beach gal, it’s Mo’ Bay for me in July.
Let’s just say, I live way down South in the land of cotton, and we say ‘fixin’ all the time. We are ‘fixin’ to go to the store, ‘fixin’ to go to the bathroom, ‘fixin’ to fix our hair. It’s one of those weird slang words I grew up on and realize it makes NO sense. I still say it though.
Poor Larry, the pen man…NOW I’m hoping that he sells at least one pen today..at least one $80.00 pen…which is a pretty fucking expensive, for a pen. I mean, 80 bucks will buy a lot of tomato plants. Now, Porsha has a purse that cost (allegedly) $80,000.00, and it’s probably lousy with cheap Bic pens. (I am assuming that Porsha knows how to use a pen, of course.) If I ever bought an expensive pen I would lose it before the day is up…same thing with sunglasses. Been there, done that. I just stick to the cheapies because when I lose them (or somebody lifts them) it doesn’t matter so much and I don’t have to go into mourning 🙂
I find that if I spend money on something I never loose it. I have the same pair of sunglasses that cost me $100 for twenty years. My $5 ones are gone in moments.
Same here. In 1999 my sister visited & talked me into buying a pair of $100+ sunglasses. I wore them all the time & took great care of them – then last year I stepped on the damn things, shattering them! 🙁
I’ve lost track of all the $5 pairs I’ve bought / lost since.
I agree with you Sweet T, I bought a pair of Laura Biagiotti sunglasses back in the 80s, paid $143.00 for them, they went out of style, now they’re back in style and I love them! (of course at the time I had no idea who this designer was, still don’t, I just liked the style of the glasses and how they look on me 🙂 ) Monaco sounds like a lovely place to visit or live, if one became suddenly wealthy and could choose to go anywhere they wanted.
Are these hand-carved Georgian hard-wood pens, with the gold fillings of Yankee soldiers embossed tips?
Your trip to the Sat. market sounds like my trips to the market and is why I keep at least 8 feet back when walking by a booth. Guilt = unnecessary purchases!
You know if Larry had told me that there was any part of the pen made with dead Yankee soldier parts, I would have bought them all. 🙂 Unless they were Yankees from Michigan. They have been given a pardon.
On Sat, Apr 11, 2015 at 1:27 PM, Tamara Tattles wrote:
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Thanks y’all..I sooo needed a good chuckle!
My tummy is grumbly and sicky. So your blog has helped me today, very entertaining. But now I realize the ads on the site are messing with my head; I want to make a big sandwich with Best Foods Mayo and buy a Husquvarna chainsaw and “fix” my landlords car with it. Not trying to be funny, it’s a very detailed fantasy going on here.
Favorite tomato varieties, Mortgage Lifter, Cherokee Purple, Black Krim.
Never heard of Mortgage lifter. I’ve done Cherokee purple for several summers. I went all “heirloom” crazy one year and did the black krim and prince this and that. I dunno what all I will end up with this season but my favorite is Early Girl. Which I am about to go plant now. There is a lot to be said for being the first plant to bear fruit. Then I’ll go over to the gardening page and record what I planted because otherwise I won’t be able to remember.
On Sat, Apr 11, 2015 at 2:57 PM, Tamara Tattles wrote:
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I didn’t even know there were so ma many varieties. Have to find them and try them
Here in No Cal, Mortgage Lifter is a good heirloom, but it goes by many other names in other areas .I do heirlooms and others, but I have to say that heirlooms do not produce as much fruit, and can be persnickety depending on the year. My Italian Nono planted Early Girl every year in multiples, along with others tomatoes- it was consistently the best tomato in the garden. Feed, feed, feed. And pray.
I’ve wanted to go to Monaco ever since the first time I saw To Catch A Thief. I envisioned myself driving a convertible with a lovely scarf blowing in the breeze, just like Grace Kelly. Sadly, I am now too heavy to pull off a Grace Kelly moment, and I definitely don’t have the money to travel to Monaco. Which is probably why I was so annoyed when my husband’s step-sister decided to have a destination wedding in Monaco. Yes, she really is that pretentious 🙂
Destination weddings are all well and good provided the folks having the wedding have no expectation that people will go! We just turned down one for a niece. Family is NOT happy with us. Worse, they’re highly irritated with my 84 year old mother-in-law because she told them she just couldn’t handle it. They yelled at her. It was…awful.
I think destination weddings are tacky. Yelling at an elderly woman is worse than tacky. I am now being tacky and showing off my upgraded engagement ring for 30 years. It was sure a nice suprise.
I wish I could grow tomatoes. I have bad plant karma. Luckily, a local nursery sells real tomatoes with dirt on them from June to October. Looking forward to those BLTs with extra mayo.
TT make your spinach salad with hot bacon dressing. Bacon fat, a little sugar, cider vinegar, salt and pepper. Hard boiled eggs and mushrooms.
I made a salad with shrimp, avocado, romaine, shallots, bacon, grape tomatoes,and green godess dressing. The dressing made with the tarragon and anchovies. If I could have afforded it, I would have used crab.
If I ever get married, It will be a destination wedding. I will let everyone who needs to know what the destination was when it’s all over.
On Sat, Apr 11, 2015 at 4:26 PM, Tamara Tattles wrote:
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If you decide to have a destination wedding, then you have to accept that there are people who won’t or can’t attend. Why would anyone expect an 84-yr-old woman to attend when it will already be an exhausting event, even without a flight? And yell at her? Some people really suck…
I got married in Punta Cana. It was great. 13 guests, I didn’t have to do a thing, inexpensive. I would do it again in a heartbeat. I certainly did not yell at people who couldn’t or wouldn’t attend though. *I* got bitched at quite a bit, but what can you do.
Dear God. If that don’t beat all. A destination wedding in Monaco? Does she not have any friends that are not 1%ers???
On Sat, Apr 11, 2015 at 3:02 PM, Tamara Tattles wrote:
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That is not a destination wedding. That is called eloping with style.
I don’t think she even speaks to people who aren’t 1%ers! She was friendly enough with us until she re-married. The second husband is the nephew of a now deceased county western legend. He owned several radio stations and a ton of property. The nephew inherited a bundle. They lease a plane, and now I get to hear my FIL complain if he has to fly commercial. They built a huge home 90 miles from us and we have never been invited. Nor have we been invited to their vacation home in N. California. I could care less, but I feel bad for my husband. He and his two brothers are doing just fine on their own. One is a successful insurance broker, one is a high school teacher and one an attorney. They’re pretty much ignored now for the step-sister, and have to hear constant comparisons. It drives me CRAZY. In case you couldn’t tell hah!
Maybe Versailles was booked?
Spent lots of time driving throughout France & visited Monaco. I recall how small it was but other than that, all I remember is driving around & around up higher & higher until we reached Monte Carlo (1 of the most opulent buildings I’d ever seen – gilded gold walls, ceilings, fixtures throughout). No cellphones or cameras allowed (& everyone that entered was patted down). We doubled our money, then left, off to our next destination.
That sounds fabulous addie2u. Were you on vacation?
Meredo – My mother was writing a history book re France & I got to tag along (& do all the driving). We started at the Belgium border, drove to the border of Spain (but never entered) & then back up to Paris. All the glitz & glam was spellbinding but to be honest I was fascinated by all the seedy places. Seaport of Marseilles / Pere La Chaise Cemetery / Saint Quen (biggest flea market in the world) / the medieval torture chambers in Carcassonne / the city of Rouen – nearly entirely covered in black soot (to name a few).
While in Paris I was able to talk her into going into the sewers (Catacombs) – where we were the only ones down there. It was very dimly lit with single light bulbs scattered throughout (they didn’t offer flashlights &/or helmets back then) & completely silent other than the drip-drip-drip of water from the streets above. After about 40 minutes she grabbed my hand & we ran towards a spiral staircase (to exit onto the streets). She was brave at the time but later on admitted she had nightmares for weeks & it freaked her out so much she demanded from that day forward she be cremated (if not she’d haunt us for eternity).
One place she refused to go was an obscure museum hidden from the public behind a storefront (that I had seen years earlier on some oddity show). A dr.’s experiments were placed on display – including his wife, horse, & other curiosities from his lab research – all stripped of skin & varnished / preserved, highlighting the beauty of the muscles. She drew the line with the sewers.☺
I was intent on going to Lourdes (I imagined it would be life-changing) but a tour bus had recently gone off the mountain (no survivors) & she wasn’t budging. Instead we spent time at Omaha Beach / Normandy (which I’m glad we did) but I always hoped one day to get to Lourdes. Now all these years later (being closer to my mother’s age when we took the trip) I would relish more in the beauty & not so much on the eccentricities / oddities.☺
@addie2u, Sounds even more amazing (the trip and that your mom wrote a history book!)What a wonderful and rich experience for you.
The thought of going into the Catacombs brings up feelings of claustrophobia for me, I would totally freak out after the first couple of minutes. I’m with your mom and would have passed on the museum as well. Hope you make it to Lourdes some day and glad you out grew your “seedy” phase, lol. Thanks for sharing.
I’m pretty sure I had a catacombs incident as a kid. I knew that word at a young age and remember some sort of difugalty (as my father would say). Either we did it and I freaked or I didn’t do it and I freaked or they would not let kids do it and I suffered subtle shade about it.
I did go through the depths of the Pyramids. Which is probably a catalyst for my late in life bizarre panic attacks. I can’t tell you how weird it is to go from NO FEAR! LET’S DO IT! To panic attacks in the grocery store. Life is weird. “The Change” changes everything.
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I would’ve freaked out going in either the Catacombs or the Pyramids as a kid. I did both but fortunately I was in my 30’s. And I’m with you re the panic attacks – it’s been years since I’ve gone grocery shopping (or any shopping for that matter) by myself. “The Change” SUCKS!
Thanks for inquiring / reading Meredo. It brought back some wonderful memories. ツ
Being married to a pen hoarder, please allow me to send you all my excess pens, which must number in the thousands. No guarantee that any of them work. Eventually I will have to devote a day to going thru them to get rid of the dead ones-on the sly of course. Hoarders do not like anything thrown away….
I do not understand why I don’t throw the ones with no ink away. Perhaps I think they will magically regenerate ink at some future date.
On Sat, Apr 11, 2015 at 3:43 PM, Tamara Tattles wrote:
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I keep those old pens, too. Not sure why. I ran out of working pens when I stopped working in a office and had to buy them for myself.
But there’s something about a really nice pen that makes you want to grab a notebook and have at it.
I hope you see Larry again when you aren’t punishing yourself.
I feel personally betrayed by pens that refuse to write for me. I throw them away immediately as punishment for their disloyalty.
Proud of my pen fetish. Love pens. Will steal without remorse. Found the best pens at Staples. Black, but the ink looks yellow inside the pen. Writes like those old fashion ink pens, not ball points. I am in love!
I went through my boyfriends stack of pens and markers and threw out a bunch. I am great at throwing shit out and all my friends and relatives recruit me. I don’t want to be one of those people who own only 100 items but I do enjoy get rid of stuff. I am amazed that I have anything left, but then I remember that I like to shop.
@Katherine and Sweet T,what is it about pens? When I was young I would love to steal my dads nice pens. Nothing like an attractive good writing pen. Then when I grew up and had kids, my son would steal mine (especially the good ones) Now that I am old(er) when I visit my son who I know still has a penchant for interesting attractive pens….I kind of borrow a few, lol. But like the sunglasses, if it’s a ‘good’ one or two, I will keep it for a very long time, or until someone steals them from me 🙂 TT go get your $80.00 pen!!
Most of the pens were too fat. I am very selective about my pens. A nice five dollar roller ball with a medium sized stroke is good for me.
On Sun, Apr 12, 2015 at 1:07 PM, Tamara Tattles wrote:
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My destination today was as far as the back porch to wash the dog so she could dry in the warm sun. I got a bigger bath than she did by the way. Then the wind blew over the dog shampoo and it went all over me so I have been properly flea dipped as well. But task completed.
If you could stay anywhere in New Orleans (without the need for a car the discoveryand within walking or cab distance to Bourbon Street), where would you stay? My hubby and I are thinking of going for a long weekend (or a Sunday to Thursday type jaunt) . Been there several times but it has been many years! Ideas??
I just did this over Easter! We stayed in the french quarter- (get an inside room) royal sonnesta, hotel montellone, ritz carlton, and a few other boutique hotels near Burbon,Royal or Canal. You can walk everywhere, and take a cab (cheap): Garden District, Sylvain and herbsaint restaurants, the St Charles car line for $1.25, CUSTOM bloody mary bar at Palace Café- (Easter Sunday was fab after mass, brunch and the parade!!) do oysters and traditional food anywhere…(I didn’t see much difference between high end and low end here) Music is in full form now, so you can’t go wrong. One last thing, which may seem strange to a lot-the WW 2 museum. A must see, put together by Tom Hanks and others. Moving. We are in our 50’s-spent over 4 hours there. So much better than the Churchill Museum in London. It gives us grace to see how the US participated. If you can’t tell-I’m going back!
Thank you kkbella! Of thoe hotels, which one would you recommend the most?
Yes yes New Orleans or NOLA was the best 10 day vacation of my life.
We also visited the WWII museum, rode the trolleys (the best) took a few walking tours, and ate. Try Mothers for at least one breakfast, fascinating, huge flea market, and ate. Low cost food/places just as good the higher end. We did the race track for a few hours, the best food truck meal of my life.
Yes I am returning.
Try to get reservations ahead of going for the “court of two sisters” breakfast buffet. OMG!!
The police station. What? You said anywhere. I was there for less than two hours before our car was broken into. IJS.
On Sat, Apr 11, 2015 at 5:23 PM, Tamara Tattles wrote:
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Puravida- any of those- friendly, clean, security, iconic, and depending, good rates on certain websites. All are perfect location wise-it’s all like 10 minutes walking, max. More like 5.
I heard from locals to be concerned about crime. I didn’t feel unsafe, but then, I was cocktailed, traveling with a seasoned group, and in general, I try to be positive about the intent of a culture when I’m out.
I stayed at Harrahs last December (27th, I think?). They gave me a jr suite and I only paid $71. Some of the smaller rooms on my floor were $250 plus. Check every website before booking! The parking in NOLA is an extra $35 at all hotels. If you gamble 30 min per day at Harrahs, parking is free 🙂 The location is perfect. I could walk to the river and all around Bourbon St. Check a map. I wouldn’t stay anywhere else.
We stayed at The W, near Harrahs casino, small rooms but the best beds and service.
Our rooms were comped by Harrahs.
Monteleone is amazing and as a bonus, they have AMAZING pens.
I went to Monaco from Nice for a day trip. Spent the day in Monaco-Ville and caught the changing of the guard, which was fun to watch. It was breathtakingly beautiful but not glitzy. The architecture was amazeballs and loads of side streets with little shops and fabulous food.
My visit was part of a 12 day tour of France. The group did Paris, took the bullet train to Avignon, and did Provence, then Nice.
The husband and I spent a lot of years saving so the kids could go to France with the high school French Club The next trip after our fourth and final kid went, the teacher called and said, “Hey! Want to go to France for free?” She told me I had been a great cheerleader for the trip over the years and thought it would be a fun time. Also, could I come on up to school next week for a parent meeting and cheerlead again. I said to her, “Honey, I’ll get some saddle shoes with those little pom-poms on them if that’s what it takes! I am in!” I swear, it’s the most amazing thing that has ever happened to me. It was three years ago and I’m still overwhelmed at the kindness shown me. I’ll never ever forget it.
Understand, this meant traveling with two dozen kids, 15-17. Since kids are completely disinterested in grown-ups, I figured they’d leave me the hell alone and i could have fun. Didn’t happen. By the time we got off the plane I had 24 new best friends. They were smart and funny and made the trip that much better! Best time of my life.
I did that, too. Was a travel writer for a while, and wound up on a charter with a bunch of high school kids. Took my mom, her first trip to Europe. She had a blast with them on the plane. I was too cool to be interested, but would likely have a better time with them now. That was 20 years ago.
Sur le Pont d’Avignon
L’on y danse, l’on y danse
Sur le Pont d’Avignon
L’on y danse tous en rond
Avignon brings back wonderful memories of my mémère who left France as a young teen during the war. She always sang that song (among a few others).
On the bridge of Avignon
We all dance there, we all dance there
On the bridge of Avignon
We all dance there in a ring
What a wonderful treat! I bet you had a blast!
Totally awesome!
TT- I LOVE Monaco!!!! In a former, fancier life I spent a few vacations in the Côte d’Azur, including time in Monaco. Beautiful part of the world. *sigh*
I’ve been stuck in the house all day. Rainy day. Nothing on TV and Lord knows I don’t want to do any house work! So I ended up watching a marathon of My Big Fat Gypsy Wedding. Anyone ever see it? Those people are crazy. One chick had a dress so big she had to put out on a flat bed truck and driven with a police escort to her wedding through the streets of St. Louis. It was pretty in a gaudy way though.
I’ve seen that show & seeing how they act I wouldn’t be surprised if some housewives (Brandi, Teresa, Tamra from OC, to name a few) are actually gypsies.☺
Haha true! It’s like they are some sort of weird cross of Amish and Jersey Shore Guido/Guidettes.
OMG! I don’t see pictures when I’m commenting from email. I just realized FiveCats posted her new ring as her avatar! It’s gorgeous! Is that an Emerald? I love it! I thought Five was talking about flashing it about town, I had no idea I could see it!
It’s gorgeous. Unless the color’s off, that’s certainly an emerald (& my birthstone)! No matter what it is, no wonder she doesn’t do any gardening. Hell, I’d tell my hubby “Sorry, can’t do any cooking or housework — it’s stuck (just fill my bubble bath please & don’t forget the vino this time).” ☺
Drooling over the ring temporarily overshadowed my jealousy of the whole THIRTY YEARS thing. That’s the important part.
But really, that ring…
On Sat, Apr 11, 2015 at 11:24 PM, Tamara Tattles wrote:
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Okay, so I need some advice. I realize that the most logical answer is right in front of my face, but I ignore it anyway. I have a business with my Mom, and in this business I met a guy who utilizes our services (we own a totally legit business and I’m trying not to be too specific so please don’t think I’m involved with any African princes.) Anyway he is only in my city for work a few times a month and all of his other coworkers also contract services through our business. Anyway I love him. I can’t help it and he’s such an asshole. He really chased the hell out of me at first and I tried not to get involved because of my business. Well we are always on and off because we are both dumb. But here comes the bad part, I became friends with his good friend. We all three hung out. And when asshole was being an asshole, me and the friend hung out alone. Well he ended up kissing me last year and it was bad. I was sad and confused and ended up sending him a kinda naughty picture while drinking, but have since tried to explain to him I’m not interested in the nicest way possible. Now they are back and both perusing me. I know what’s right, but my heart is stupid. I’m also trying not to mess things up work-wise. Sorry this is so long.
Is the obvious answer “Stop shitting where you eat?”
Because that is all I’ve got. Get on Match.
And how many times I have told you people to stop sending, posting texting pictures.
Okay, now that that is over. Which one is hotter?
On Sat, Apr 11, 2015 at 11:41 PM, Tamara Tattles wrote:
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The asshole is definitely hotter. It’s an undeniable attraction with him..which is part of the problem. At this point I’m trying to salvage things and move on, but it’s not happening
Suppose yer mama and errybody were to discover that you were involved with both of them. What is the worst thing that could happen. Would it effect the workplace or just screw up your sex life?
On Sat, Apr 11, 2015 at 11:59 PM, Tamara Tattles wrote:
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And wait, when one is in town, both are in town? Because that’s a problem.
On Sat, Apr 11, 2015 at 11:41 PM, Tamara Tattles wrote:
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They both are in town at the same time, so it’s going to be awkward when I see them again. I live in the Midwest and they have winters off so it’s been a few months. I know I should just move on, but when I see the one I just like him all over again. Grr. I was really hoping one of them would find a new job lol. I don’t think it will cause too much trouble with the business, but there’s going to be some unavoidable hurt feelings and I’d kind of like to move away right about now.
If guy #1 has a tendency to be an asshole he’s probably doing the same thing (actually odds are he is) — especially if he’s extremely accusatory. And if he’s still being an asshole after winning you in the chase – you’ve got your answer right there → it’s all about the chase & “your picker’s off”! I’d say have fun with both of them (separately or together, your choice☺) but personally I’d call it off w/both – work comes 1st. A great job/career is harder to come by than a decent man. Never mix the 2. EVER!
I second what addieu said. You don’t really want an asshole in your life, do you? And besides the work issue, which takes priority, if you haven’t seen guy number two since last year …..
I agree and he can do what he wants, it’s on and off, and I can be an asshole sometimes too. I’ve just made a big mess for myself 🙂
Not a good combination! The odds are high → Asshole + Asshole = Little Assholes (or kids that’ll have to listen to your constant bickering). If you don’t plan on having kids, everyone around you will have to deal with it. In all seriousness you need to find a guy who doesn’t bring out your “assholeyness”. (>‿◠)
Been there, done that, wore the t-shirt, then moved on (fortunately we never had kids together)!
FiveCats, beautiful ring Lady.
Congratulations in your 30 years together. Very nice to read after 30 years you two are still in love.
Amazing race went to Monaco this week. Very Cary Grant/Princess Grace. Anyone else watching Amazing Race? Been an addict to the show for years. I wish they would do a race for the over 60 crowd with bad knees. My boyfriend and I would win for sure! I miss going to the Farmer’s Market! Have to work this weekend :(, but will try to get to it next weekend.
*sorry, I’m a dingbat and posted this in the Paros column*
Hey Tamara – do you think it would be good, in the Daily Tea posts, for us to maybe put SPOILER before we comment on any plot-twists about a show that just aired? I was just wondering, what with how many people said they love GOT and how it might come up here.
Is that silly––what do you think?
I swear to God, my gaybor has lost his mind. First of all most of the shacks on this street are just like mine. He has the exact same house. But sometime after my parents moved out and this house became their first rental property, people began adding on to their shacks. Most people did this by adding on a great room to the back or adding extra bedrooms to the back and enlarging the kitchen so for the purposes of this story it is important to know that the gaybor’s house has a crawl space for the main house accessible on the end by my kitchen window. I can watch the rats going in and out while I do my dishes. #FreeShow It would seem that the doorlike area under the addition does not connect to the main part of the house.
Okay enough background, around 7 pm I kept on hearing loud banging. REALLY loud banging and I could not figure out where it was coming from. So Banjo got to go for a walk! It was then we say the gaybor banging like a mad man on the door area to the crawl space under the addition. WTF? Why does he need to get under there so bad? When we came back he was nowhere to be seen and there was a strip of the doorpart broken out and or propped up with the end of a shovel. Why? So whatever, I get ready to recap. So until about 15 minutes ago the fool has been out there banging away with various things on that spot. WHY? Did I mention it is pitch black?
As if that were not distracting enough, some dude was screaming some sort of rap song ( I think) about guns and shooting people. I have the curtains drawn but the light is on and I feel lit up like a target? Is he high and just singing very loudly? People do that as they walk by with headphones on frequently. But between the random loud banging and the scary song lyrics I’m starting to freak out.
So why on earth would someone need to get underneath the addition to their house in the middle of the damn night? I am sure the water cut off is under the main part of the house.
I really need an explanation so I can stop wondering about this.
Just another crazy night in the hood.
Crack is Whack.
my first thought as well – crack or method paranoia. You know the favorite game for coke/method users is the “Who’s that outside the door?” Game – take a hit, sit down, hear a noise, go check the peephole, lather, rinse, repeat until the drugs run out and they crash.
Oh I have that paranoia! The ONLY thing I miss about my ex is it got to the point where I didn’t even have to ask “what’s that noise?” anymore. I’d look at him and he’d say “car door” or “ceiling fan” or “air conditioner” or whatever.
I got up ten times tonight because during the rain some water was hitting metal somewhere. I never did find it but eventually determined it must be outside.
On Mon, Apr 13, 2015 at 10:42 PM, Tamara Tattles wrote:
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Visiting the kidnap victims he is holding hostage?
LOL NOT HELPING! I need an answer that makes sense. I know the guy is unhinged but there had to be something motivating him to hack at the side of his house right under his mother’s bedroom window where she is rehabbing from some sort of illness. He is attached to his mother like Norman Bates.
Sigh. I need more locks.
On Sun, Apr 12, 2015 at 11:10 PM, Tamara Tattles wrote:
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He is 100% taking care of the rodent issue for once and for all. He banged on the door to scare them out of his way, then looked around and put responsible (as in it won’t be a danger to Banjo) rat traps and poisons down. He did this at night because the rats are nocturnal; and he wanted to hit ’em hard, “shock and awe” style.
So obvious, there is no other plausible solution.
Better? To be honest, it was the first explanation that came to my mind.
Today there are lots of long hoses in the back yard. He as put bricks in a grated ventilation thingy to cover some but not all of the holes.
And the door he was trying to bust open… I can’t explain clearly what has done there but he has created a gap and then shove random pieces of wood and brick in the but still living wide open places.
Maybe her reads my twitter or here and only just realized that there were so many rats under there. The thing is my living space is sealed, so even when a rat or squirrel finds a way into the crawl space or attic they can’t get to me. He has mentioned in years gone by having a rat in his house that he decided to just ignore and let it get out on its own…
Wow. OTOH before my house was sealed, I jumped into my car. Left a key out. Called pest control from the beach, told them to do whatever they had too, money is no object, get it fixed and call me when there is an all clear.
Kidding not.
On Mon, Apr 13, 2015 at 3:46 AM, Tamara Tattles wrote:
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I’m thinking you need more like security bars on the doors and windows. A bullet could still get through, but you could duck it since they are still outside. BURGLAR BARS! (That was killing me).
He’s clearly as paranoid about something as you are of him, Don’t walk the dog again tonight, or maybe do it dawn before he wakes up.
LOL at the hilarious assumption I would walk the dog alone in the dark in this neighborhood. Once it gets dark I am in for the night with very rare exceptions.
And Getting up within 4 hours of dawn? It’s like you don’t even know me! 🙂
On Sun, Apr 12, 2015 at 11:31 PM, Tamara Tattles wrote:
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Some of us need to remember to temper wisdom with kindness. Let’s not attack anyone who asks for advice in here. I’m hoping this is a place where we can talk free of judgment. (this comment is in response to a post I deleted, not any post that is up now,)
On Sun, Apr 12, 2015 at 11:32 PM, Tamara Tattles wrote:
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Maybe his cat (a cat or raccoon) got stuck under there and was crying for help?
The only pet he has is a purse dog that is carried on “walks” put down to pee and picked back up.
In other news, for some reason #RHOA is trending on twitter. If you have a twitter account I’d really appreciate you retweeting my lastest tweets that have the #RHOA
On Sun, Apr 12, 2015 at 11:44 PM, Tamara Tattles wrote:
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Maybe he is trying to scare the rats out of there. From inside his house he must be hearing something.
Acting scary keeps the bad guys away too.
Maybe his mom locked her door and is non responsive. Or, perhaps she locked him out because he’s trying to kill her. OR, maybe there’s a crack in the floor in the addition and he dropped something valuable, like a pill, or dangerous like a lit cigarette. OR, he buried her under there and forgot to take the gold out of her teeth.
OR, he owes money to the singing guy and was trying to hide!
So many choices!
giggles.
The person who said something about trying to get his cat out… has me wondering maybe he could hear all the rats that live under the house and is trying to free them. But, um, they use the door that works.
On Mon, Apr 13, 2015 at 12:00 AM, Tamara Tattles wrote:
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I hope they never address the rat problem, this neighborhood (and much of Atlanta,even in the nice neighborhoods) has a huge rat situation, and squirrels. There could be a loud squirrel under there… But if they clean up their act then they will come to my house. 🙁
On Mon, Apr 13, 2015 at 12:31 AM, Tamara Tattles wrote:
> giggles. > > The person who said something about trying to get his cat out… has me > wondering maybe he could hear all the rats that live under the house and is > trying to free them. But, um, they use the door that works. > > On Mon, Apr 13, 2015 at 12:00 AM, Tamara Tattles [email protected]> wrote: > >>
TT, you say that in jest but that actually happened to us. We lived in the historic district of our town. Unfortunately though we lived right next door to a hoarder. The kind who wouldn’t let you in their house but you could see through the window in the door and see a path through all the stacks of stuff piled up along the walls. They also didn’t cut their grass and made piles of stuff in the yard as well. The city made them cut the grass and clean the yard. About 2 days later, we started seeing wharf rats running from their yard. One of our other neighbors shot at them with a BB gun. Then about a week later we hear this terrible racket in one of our bathrooms. Sounded like someone was being murdered in there. My husband goes in and one of our rottweilers has managed to fight and kill a wharf rat that when picked up was as long as the metal part of the shovel with his tail hanging off the end. So don’t be surprised if you start seeing creatures. We had a pest control guy come take care of it for us before I put the house up for sale or just left and moved out.
I wasn’t kidding at all, and I had that exact same neighbor on the other side. HUGE hoarder. He was actually friends with the gaybor until he killed himself (he was terminally ill) and no one found him for god knows how long. his maine coons died in the house eventually as well. If my neighbors cleaned up, I’d be the next best place for varmints to live!
On Mon, Apr 13, 2015 at 1:02 AM, Tamara Tattles wrote:
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After my true story, it does sound like something live under that part of the house that he is trying to get to leave or stop making whatever noise it is making. You did say he is a bit on the strange side so maybe he thinks it’s a ghost lol. With him, who knows.
So we had a hoarder experience that made it on to TV!!!
So, my parents live in a beautiful section of town and there was a very reclusive lady, who lived one block down the hill from them (so like one house and a quiet street in between). Property was still probably worth an easy 500-600k, even with small house in terrible condition, simply due to location, view, lot. It got worse and more extreme over the years. She didn’t do her lawn, my parents and the other neighbors would send their yard crews down to hit the very outside of the grass and weeds when it became impossible to use the sidewalk. Entrances to house blocked off, ivy covering all windows and doors, etc. Power and water were shut off for Lord knows how many years. Never saw her come or go, but in that neighborhood they mind their own business.g City put up those signs saying the house was a public health hazard (I forget the exact term), and I believe she was kicked out.
Lo and behold, the show Hoarders did an episode on her. Possibly one of the top two most horrifying/sad episodes I had ever seen (before I just couldn’t watch the show anymore). So yeah, she hoarded and all that, but used her house as a bathroom. Toilets filled up, so she’d urinate in bottles, human feces all over the house. I’ll stop there. (If you want the episode number, I can give it to you, but it’s nightmare-inducing.)
Just glad my folks lived uphill.
I may’ve seen that Hoarders episode. Was it the 1 where they had to remove the bathroom door in order to shovel out the 7′ wall of adult diapers? ⊙.☉
If anyone ever needs a jump start to clean / de-clutter, Hoarders is certainly the show to watch!
True story: I used to work with a lady who worked with me for 8 hours a day, went home for an hour, then worked a six hour shift somewhere else. She lived frugally. She did this for six months, then took a two weeks trip to Monaco or Paris and just splurged. Six months on, two weeks off. spring was Monaco, Fall was Paris. This went on for YEARS. She had her 50th Birthday party at some cafe in Paris, had the cake flown over from the hotel baker from her second job. Didn’t send out formal invitations, but just told the people that she saw once a year that she would be there on a certain date with her cake and if they were available to show up. People did.
I lost touch with her when she quit the job we worked at together – she went to Monaco, had a great time, but came back and found that while she was gone the boss rearranged a section of the building she had “claimed’ as her own. Last I heard she simply got another full time job and continued the cycle.
I admire that in a way, but in another I was sad for her – she literally had no life for six months – no relationships or family, just long work days and her god. For some that is a good life, but not for me – I value my partner and my family in a way that she didn’t.
That is sort of me. I was snubbed at my job for doing it. I’d go to Paris for spring break, and St Lucia, etc. Somewhere every year. While they lived in their McMansions I was living in my little shack socking money away. The shack is right next door to the school, and that pissed them off too. I got to walk to work every morning (unheard of in ATL) and would have a million reasons why I needed to run home for lunch. They were furious about that. Of course there are always houses for sale dirt cheap on this street, but they would never, ever live in this neighborhood. WHATEVER WOULD PEOPLE THINK? Yet I got the reputation for being “snobbish”! ROFLMAO. Don’t feel sad for her. Feel sad for yourself and your lack of vacation options. 🙂 I’m sure she does.
On Mon, Apr 13, 2015 at 12:41 AM, Tamara Tattles wrote:
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SAD is the wrong word, really, its more like a wistful kind of trying to understand a life that was just different from mine, you know? Really happy with how my life has turned out and if I’d have made different choices I wouldn’t be here where I AM happy. and, the partners part time post retirement job is worked pretty much for those week long cruises we’ve been taking for the last several years, while my job pays the bills.
I have an ex who literally just decided one day he wanted to move to London, so he got his passport, Visa, etc and did it. He knew several people living there, crashed on couches for about three weeks until he got a job and his own place. He stayed for a year before coming back to the states. I admire that, but I also never really had the want to do it enough to do it.
By the way, I’ve decided that participation in the gardening page (link up top next to commenting rules) is mandatory! 🙂 Not just that but everyone is REQUIRED to buy a tomato plant and take care of it all summer. YAY!
This is going to be so much fun!
Um, okay?
Yep, love the tomato plant idea. I am usually so good at it that I am still picking tomatoes in November, they’re small but still make a good sammich.
And, T, tomorrow is final judgment day for Jodi Ann Arias. Court is set to begin at 8:30; I know, we’re all laughing our asses off as if any part of this trial has been on time. I’m hoping you will give us a place to moan and bitch during the sentencing.
Oh fuck. Thanks. You know I am going to forget… tweet me tomorrow?
On Mon, Apr 13, 2015 at 1:22 AM, Tamara Tattles wrote:
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LOL, you know I don’t tweet, T. I feel proud that I have learned to go to the twitter page every day to read your tweets. It starts
TT – I live in NC, in between my high tech redneck cousins ( family property ) anyway — point being– Will pics be mandatory? For some reason my cousin planted a marijuana plant in the middle of my lil tomatoe garden, he thought this was a funny joke bc my bf / fwb who am I kidding my Atty fuck buddy would find it amazing.
lol you can’t post photos on the page, but I suppose I could ad some to the post…
We’re on the honor system here about the plants. I do think the more of us who do plant one, the more fun it will be to report on them. 🙂
On Mon, Apr 13, 2015 at 1:53 AM, Tamara Tattles wrote:
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I live in an apartment with no real garden, but my parents have a tomato plants in their back yard. Can I cheat and claim one of theirs?
Nope lisamia. Get one of those hanging basket thingys. They come preplanted and everything. I hear they actually produce really good tomatoes but I’ve never tried one. Maybe this year?
PS I’m thrilled that this bullying thing is actually working. I’m so excited to hear about your tomato experiences! 🙂
On Mon, Apr 13, 2015 at 3:18 AM, Tamara Tattles wrote:
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Botany Bully! Farming Fascist! Tomato Tyrant! Okay, the boyfriend and I are working on this. We are going to get a plant and put it on my teeny balcony. The pigeons will probably fertilize it. If we all die from some weird zombie bird plague, I know who to blame!
OMG too funny!
I except full responsibility. Conversely, you must worship me as a goddess if you enjoy yummy juicy tomatos all summer.
On Mon, Apr 13, 2015 at 8:06 PM, Tamara Tattles wrote:
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Deal.
Damn it tomato*
Ridiculous, but ok.
What happens if the gophers eat it?
I’m sending in a photo, is there a prize for this idea. I want to win!
I love the idea of the tomato plant, but I am allergic. I am inspired by the person whose cousin planted Pot in her patch. I think I’ll plant a Pot plant, it is legal here…
Where is “here”?
On Mon, Apr 13, 2015 at 5:32 PM, Tamara Tattles wrote:
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I HATE tomatoes except fried green. However, my family has found an online community that is one with nature, and they hunt mushrooms that are in reported hot spots. I found that it sounded exhausting, so I bought them kits to grow their own, complete with a Lowes gift card to get the soil correct with Elm and whatever else. I look forward to these harvests.
I think foragers forage because it is fun. I have dreamed of going foraging for ramps, which I think are in their very short season now. But I never actually do it.
On Mon, Apr 13, 2015 at 11:34 AM, Tamara Tattles wrote:
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They absolutely love foraging, from hiking in woods to recently finding a dead snake in her car…but every year we have to *order* Morels from up north for $50-$100 for her birthday party. These are Morels that will be planted and hopefully take. They can go find their elephant ears and whatever else in snake land.
I like tase of tomatoes in things like sauce, soup, salsa, or ketchup, but the actual TEXTURE of a tomato is just gross to me.
I get that. But the home grown kind have a totally different texture. Or just making your own sauce by throwing some in the blender and simmering on the stove with other fresh stuff is yummy.
On Mon, Apr 13, 2015 at 10:38 PM, Tamara Tattles wrote:
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