Category Archives: Friends

{My Holiday weekend in food…}

Al fresco dining…nothing puts me in a better mood than great friends, good food, and people watching.

Baked Brie cheese and fig sauce…yummilicious!!!

Nothing says “I love you” like a friend baking you a deep dish cookie … LOVE YOU IRMA!!!

{Magnificent Monday…}

Happy Monday sweet peas!  Hope your day is going deliciously well.  I, for one, am having an unbelievable day for a Monday. Who would have thought that this day would come baring gifts and goodies? Definitely not I darling.  I’m rarely surprised but when one of my besties sent me a few presents to the office today, just because, well…let’s just say I’m out of Kleenex tissues. What a blessing!

But as if that weren’t amazing enough, the pièce de résistance, my iPad FINALLY arrived today (after waiting a month and change for it). Yaaay! Let the iPad insanity begin.  LOL 

How about you love? Did you cave, as I did, and drink the iPad Kool-Aid?  Well, technically Mr. Husband purchased my new pretty, but that was AFTER I talked his ears off about how organized my life would be if I just had this new toy.  Heh!  I guess my method of persuasion really works.

 Enjoy your day beloved! I know I surely will.  xoxo

{Happiness is in the little things…}

Happy Tuesday my darlings! I hope you had a FANTASTIC day.  Forgive me for being completely lax in my blogging responsibilities. I need to find a good balance between my work and my passions. Getting to that point has been quite the challenge of late.  I need to keep reminding myself that all work and no play makes for a dull existence. Who wants that, right?  Thankfully I have wonderful friends who pull me from beneath the mound of paperwork on my desk and get me to smell the flowers…literally.  Ahhh! Happiness is in the little things in life.

These beautiful flowers were sent to me by one of my dearest friends today just because she wanted to bring a bit of joy into my stressful day.  Seeing these flowers on my desk brought an instant smile to my face. I’m truly blessed to be surrounded by such amazing people.

May you, dear readers, be blessed with friends as equally as wonderful.

{Oh Joy! The Weekend is here}

Happy Friday, my darlings!  Sorry for the late post.  My schedule this week has been extremely hectic. Between work, projects and family commitments, it’s a wonder that I’ve been able to share with you this week.  But thankfully, here we are at yet another glorious weekend and I am truly looking forward to it.  I’m planning on dedicating much time to a few pleasurable and mindless activities.  What are your plans for this weekend?  Whatever you do, make it a great one!  Smooches!

Image sources:  Ordinary Recipes Made Gourmet ; FotobankTaste of Park CityScheys Bouquets;   Tinned Tomatoes

The Ugly Side of Facebook

You hosted an amazing cocktail party.  Your guest list was thoughtfully and deliberately well planned out. The right mix of people – a small group of 20.  This was not the kind of party where you needed or wanted to invite every friend in your address book. It was a special fundraiser and the event was a complete success.  It was ‘Page Six’ worthy.

Then, you woke up the next morning, got out of bed, and left a few of your brain cells on the pillow.  You chirped to your husband how much you were looking forward to uploading your pictures from last night’s soiree, to Facebook. Yes, you were delusional enough to think that this was an absolutely fabulous idea.  You can’t wait to share it with your fellow FBers. 

You pour yourself a cup of that black sludge you call coffee (not even your Husband will drink that vile mixture) and you happily plop yourself down in front of your ‘puter.  You take a sip, put down the mug, and get to work on sorting through some of the best images from the party. You start humming your favorite song.  Your spirits are flying high.  As soon as you upload all of the images, you get the bright idea of adding fun commentary to each pic.  Once done, you get up, take a shower and get on with the business of starting your day.  Before you leave the house though, you go back on Facebook to see if anyone has left a comment yet.

To your surprise, there were 10. As you start to read them, the smile slides off your face.  You slowly sit down. You can’t believe it. The claws had come out from some of your so called “friends”.  They were indignant that they hadn’t been invited. Some even wrote some pretty nasty stuff on your wall.  You’re mind is racing.  How dare they? It wasn’t that kind of party where you needed to invite everyone.  And how many parties had they hosted, that you hadn’t been invited to? Did you get upset? No.  You put your big girl knickers on and realized that friends can hang out with other friends without your participation.  But after reading some of the VERY nasty and unkind public comments, you realize that there is definitely a double standard. You wonder out loud, “Are we still in grade school? How old are we? Grow up people.”  The cattiness is just unbelievable. 

Facebook can bring out the worst in people.  The ugly.  And when it gets ugly, Facebook loses some of its charm and appeal.  And now, you either have to start blocking people or hiding your wall.  What a drag!  Well, so much for sharing!

Lounge Lizard


Of late, staying home after a long week of intense meetings and extended projects is absolutely wonderful. It’s not that I don’t want to spend time with my girlfriend’s, because I absolutely do but at times, when we go out to a nice lounge, I don’t want to watch any of my girlfriend’s lose her sense of self when an “Alpha male” walks through the door. My mood takes a turn for the uncomfortable if there is any outlandish behavior being exhibited by one of the ladies. There is nothing that puts me off quicker than seeing one of the chica’s trolling for men. If you’re going man fishing, warn me so I can gracefully opt-out and stay home. I’m well aware that for some women it is less stressful to get your game on when your friends are around but to be honest, I feel that meeting someone should be more organic such as at a dinner or cocktail party or perhaps some sort of event where you’ve been invited. Call me crazy but peddling your goodies and hoo haws for the lounge lizards to assess is demoralizing. Women are powerful and exquisite creatures who have no need to be on display. Yet we forget our heads when a happy meal crosses our line of vision and all we can think about is if that tall drink of water has any refills. *Sigh*

Now, when I was single, I wasn’t opposed to the innocuous small talk from “Joe Smoothie“, while cruising the single circuit but I always felt a certain unease when I was being sized up by the opposite species as though they were the butcher and I were the lamb going up for slaughter. Ick! New York City is known for being an open buffet for the single set with an all you can eat menu (as far as dating goes and the plethora of choices) but what I’ve tried to impress upon a few of my gal pals is that if a man from the city has options, why would he settle for just one woman? City living can be a bit taxing if you are trying to rope a husband. I don’t want to generalize, and this is only MY opinion, but most men in the city want to play and be available for open call night. I know that there is a primal dance we must do when we first meet someone but of late, it just all seems too contrived and the joy of the unexpected is taken out of the equation.

All I am saying is that I would love to have some girlfriend time without some lounge lizard thinking he is going to get lucky that night with some hoo hoo action. Not with these ladies you’re not. So beat it. Scram. Move along lounge lizard. These seats are taken and no, we don’t care if you think you “know us from somewhere.” Puleeease.

Girl’s Night Out


Fabulous Friday’s always start with a bang when the clock strikes five, especially when it’s girl’s night out. I make a mad dash for my car and leave the doldrums of my office life behind, in a swirl of white dust. Plans have been set with the elegant eight and my car is put into high gear so that I can get home in time to refresh and de-ugly. Pity though that I waste half of my life pining away for the weekend’s but the truth of the matter is that I have yet to reach that special sweet spot where my work is pure pleasure and so….. until then, bring on the delightful bubbly and let’s shake that job right out of my hair (well, at least for the weekend anyway).

What to wear? What to wear? This is my dilemma EVERY Friday night. Hmm. Are we going for chic and elegant or cool and hip? Nothing in my closet screams “wear me” so on occasion I must place a quick call to one of the chica’s for their fashionista input. And to that end, I call Becca. Becca is a picture of pure fabulousness and her motto is “Why age gracefully when there is Botox?” She makes no bones about telling us what’s in or what’s definitely out and for the evening’s festivities, who better to call? I dial her number and she answers the phone as though she has just run a marathon or heaven knows what else she has been up to and to boot I can distinctly hear Disco music pounding in the background. “Becca‘s house of pleasure”, she answered. “Becca, you crazy woman, what are you doing and what is with the 70s tunes?”, I asked. She laughs that Betty Rubble laugh of hers and proceeds to tell me that she is feeling a little retro tonight and has decided to mark the occasion with some Disco classics and some Boogie Oogie Oogie. Now Becca is the kind of girlfriend that any woman would want as a friend. Not only is she a total renaissance woman but she is loyal to a fault and always sees her glass half full. With Becca, it’s hard to have a bad day.

I told her to get her quirky back side to my house pronto, that I was having a fashion crisis. She sighed dramatically and said she would be over as soon as she waxed, plucked, dyed and scrubbed. “But you just dyed your hair last week”, I groaned. And without missing a beat she matter-of-factly stated that it was not the hair on her head that she was dying and that she was going to dye it with a product called Betty something or other. I stared at my cell phone in disbelief. I brought the phone back to my ear and asked her if she had lost her mind? She laughed and hung up. A million things raced through my mind. How would her ‘hub’ react to this new – ahem – neon pink enhancement? Would he laugh as soon as Becca sashayed into the bedroom in her birthday suit or would he hit the MP3 for a little love groove? Now, I thought my ‘going out’ rituals were insane but Becca took it to a totally new level. Her antics never cease to amaze me.

Finally, Becca felt she would grace the public with her presence and showed up at my house as though the paparazzi were waiting for her arrival. When I opened the door, I shook my head in amusement, as she breezed by me in an aromatic haze of Chanel. “Chica, did you bathe in that perfume?” I asked. “Nonsense”, she said. “Don’t be silly. I just did a light spritz.” I looked at her, amazed that she is so blissfully unaware of how over the top she really is but perhaps that is one of the things I love so much about her; her carefree attitude, her joie de vivre, her fearlessness, and of course her fantastic ability to accessorize. I always know that she has the gift of throwing together the right outfits so I just humor her Royal Highness. Heh!

By 8:00 p.m., the eight of us meet at some new swanky lounge and restaurant. We decide to share a few apps and have lovely cocktails while we enjoy the sounds of a smooth jazz group. We talk, we share, and we complete each other’s sentences. We dissect every issue and celebrate every victory. As I look around our table, at each and every woman, I give thanks for the beauty that each one brings into my life. Girlfriend’s can enrich your life and every woman deserves a BFF. Friday night’s are great for dates with your significant other but when you need to decompress and exhale, pick up the hot line, send out the distress call because it’s time for a girl’s night out.

House Guest from Hell

Ten Ways to Drive Your Friend Out of Her Mind and Never Get Invited Back


  1. Disrupt the daily routine that your friend has with her house pets to such an extent that when your friend gets home from work, the furniture has been torn apart and the pets have managed to seize the kitchen counter and hold the family’s dinner hostage. 
  2. Invite your own guests to the home without asking, have a ghetto cookout with food you didn’t purchase but your friend did, and have your guests stay until an ungodly hour, although your friend has gone to bed hours earlier.
  3. Visit with your friend when you know that you have an infectious disease, don’t tell her about the disease until you’ve shared the same glass of wine and then proceed to tell her about the nasty cooties you have.
  4. Ignore your friend’s request to take off your shoes when you come into the house and look shocked and dismayed when there is evidence of your muddy shoes all over the Persian rug.
  5. Eat your dinner in the guest bedroom and leave evidence of your dinner all over the luxurious Pratesi bedcovers.
  6. Ask to use your friend’s Jacuzzi and never turn off the jets until your friend finds that the jets have been on for several days and the motor has burned.
  7. Leave lights on around the house as though your friend has shares in the electric company.
  8. Leave an obscene amount of clumped, greasy hair on the guest bathroom floor and just before you head out to the airport tell your friend that you tried to find the dust buster but you had more important things to attend to.
  9. As a going away present, leave all of your garbage behind in your room so that your friend has to clean it up.
  10. Break all house guest protocol by going through your friend’s personal belongings and advise your friend that you’ve noticed that she has a few of the same products and that you’ve taken the liberty of relieving her of some of those products by putting them in your suitcase and taking them off her hands.

Note to house guest:  Love to see you again.  Next time stay at a hotel (in another state)!!!!

Skinny Friends – Fat Self

Trying to stay confident all the time is exhausting business.  Although I would say I could afford to lose a couple of pounds (ok, maybe just a tad bit more than a few – whatever), I sure came away feeling like Miss Piggy Snorty Snort recently when I went out for Girl’s Night with three fabulously gorgeous friends.  Ordinarily, I wouldn’t have given my weight a second thought but on this particular evening, all I kept thinking about was on how my thighs rubbed uncomfortably together whenever I would cross and uncross them, how some particular body parts felt like they were shooting the knees, or how having a pooch is no longer endearing, no matter what the husbster says.  Needless to say, the appetizers we decided to partake in barely got a second glance from me except for a taste here and there.  And trust me, I was EXTREMELY hungry.  Extremely hungry = unhappy Josie!  And worse, they all stated that they were stuffed from these small, measly little plates of nothing.  Seriously??  You’re stuffed??  No freakin way! 


That’s it. Momma’s hitting the gym PRONTO!!!  Hmph!