Thursday, October 30, 2014

Harvest Juice Initiative: Three Delicious Fall Juicing Recipes

Several weeks ago, Williams-Sonoma approached me to collaborate on a post about juicing recipes.  I thought it sounded fun and decided to jump back on the juicing train.  (I'm hot and cold with juicing.  Mostly because my kitchen is tiny and I don't really have space to leave the juicer up on the counter at all times.  And as the saying goes, out of sight, out of mind.)  So I pulled my juicer back out of the closet and decided to get creative with tasty ingredients.

My first idea was to make a savory juice.  Something that could be enjoyed fresh from the juicer but could also be heated into a comforting soup on a cold fall day.  I also wanted this juice to be entirely homegrown from my very own garden.  I wanted to highlight that juicing can done for pennies (growing plants from seeds is incredibly inexpensive) and can be enjoyed outside of a sweet breakfast treat.  I grew and harvested all of the ingredients in the following recipe.

Savory Tomato Basil Juice / Soup

* Tomatoes (I used one small and one large)
* Basil (I used 10 leaves)
* Swiss Chard (I used 10 baby leaves or one large leaf.  Kale could be substituted here.)
* Celery (I used one small stalk)
* Sweet Pepper (I used one tiny pepper or 1/4 large pepper)

* When I juice leafy greens, I place them in the juicer under something heavier like the tomatoes to ensure they get juiced.
* Run all of your veggies through the juicer.  Stir with a spoon and enjoy.
* To turn it from juice to soup, heat in microwave.  Add salt and pepper if desired (I didn't think it needed it though).

The Results:
So delicious!  I will use this recipe over and over again- both chilled and heated as a soup.  It's a keeper for sure!

My second idea was to make a delightful sweet juice that tasted like fall.  I decided to use fresh cranberries and ginger to really bring out that special fall flavor.  Pineapple happened to be on sale.  It's certainly not seasonal or local, I fully admit.  But I decided that it might be a fun flavor combination to add to the mix.

Perfect Sweet Fall Juice

* 1 Pear
* 1/2 med. Apple
* Ginger (1 - 2 small chunks depending on taste)
* 1/4 cup Fresh Cranberries
* Fresh Pineapple (I used @ 1/5)

* Start with the smaller fruits (cranberries and ginger).  Juice all ingredients.  Stir with spoon to combine.
* Enjoy as is or combine with sparkling water for a fresh, fizzy treat.

The Results:
Yum!  This juice not only looked stunning, but also tasted incredible too!  If you are not a big ginger lover, add only a tiny amount.  I can't get enough ginger though so I added quite a bit.  As Sheldon Cooper would say, it's zingy!

Extra Sweet Juice

* 1 med Apple
* 1/4 Fresh Pineapple

* Juice fruit.  Add ice.  Call it desert!

The Results:
Do you even need a review?  Of course it's amazing!  This came about because I had extra ingredients sitting right there.  It's definitely a sweet treat though.  Mmmm good!

I had a lot of fun with this post.  I really wanted to make one recipe entirely from my garden, even though it's the tail end of the season (we're expecting snow flakes this coming I should probably come to terms with garden season actually being over).  And I really wanted a second recipe that tasted like a fall treat.  I feel like I accomplished both of my goals, as well as reminded myself how much I really do love juicing.  It's so amazing to get a huge quantity of fresh fruits and vegetables into your body with very little effort.  Williams-Sonoma has a huge selection of great juicers and juicing tools if you don't have one you're in love with already.  While I do like my juicer, WS has the best of the best to pick from (and many are currently on sale!).

And as an added bonus, I saved all of the pulp and waste to add to my garden compost.  Nothing goes to waste!

I know some of y'all juice regularly too.  Do you have any fall favorite recipes to share?  Have you ever made a savory juice and turned it into a soup?  

*I was not compensated in any way for this post.*

Thursday, August 7, 2014

Misty Water Colored Memories

I'm not sure why this popped into my head the other night but it hit me that July 03rd (as in a few weeks ago) marks 20 years since I last had an even remotely decent relationship with my mother.

I never had a great relationship with her- at least not beyond age five or six.  But it exploded and severed in the Miami airport on July 03.  I left her house on July 04 to go back to my dad's house (where I already lived 75% of the time) permanently.  My dad had forced me to keep my relationship with her until that point but things just broke down beyond repair and everything changed that night.

I do have a point here...I promise.

So as I was thinking about this, I paused to remember when I finally did see my mother again (because our relationship, like all bad relationships, would have a few, brief attempts to reconcile in the following years).  I can't for the life of me remember.  Was it around the holidays of that year?  I honest to goodness have no memory of when we would reconcile.  I seem to remember going six months without speaking to her and I would assume more months before seeing her.  But that's totally a guess.

So my point is this...

I can remember my house in DC when I was 2.5 years old.  I remember the day my dad drove up in the green Volvo station wagon with our beloved family dog to our new house in Florida from DC.  I remember more mundane things too from the same early ages.  Like the conversation I had, verbatim, at my fourth birthday party with my Aunt Susan.  Or what the neighbor gave me as a gift.  Or every silly detail about my bedroom that I had until age seven.  I can even tell you all about preschool and kindergarten.

But I cannot bring up a memory of seeing my mother between July of 1994 and April of 1996.  Not one.  I know I eventually saw her on occasion.  But I don't think I spent time at her house or with her husband.  Though that's more of a guess than anything because I have no memories at all!

And it's bugging the heck out of me.

Not because I need to know for any specific reason.  But my memories are so clear about so many things.  I don't like the idea of forgetting.  What if a miracle happens and I do eventually get to become a mother?  I want to be able to tell my kid my childhood stories, just as my parents and grandparents did for me.

I am not sure if this means I am old, that God only gives you the important memories (even if you don't yet know why it's important to remember a conversation at your fourth birthday party), or if it simply doesn't matter after two decades.  

Anyway, this is really just a long way for me to tell you that I'm suddenly nervous I'm losing my marbles.  Yet another thing for me to quietly obsess over.

Oh and the birthday party conversation.  Want to know what I discussed with Aunt Susan 32 years ago?  I told her that I was officially an adult that day (you know...on my fourth birthday).  I was super serious and absolutely meant it, too.  Looking back, I stand by that statement.  I think I was born an adult and have finally grown into my own personality.

Friday, June 27, 2014

Blogging, Instagram And Brandi Carlile

Well so far I am doing a crappy job of blogging again.  Give me the month of July to still be hit or miss and I should be back at it again in full force.  I've really missed keeping up with everyone.  Though I will say that my new lover, Instagram, is filling the void and likely a big reason I am blogging less.  (If you are waiting with baited breath- all three of you- for my gardening posts, I promise to get them blogged eventually as this is my journal to remember life over the years.  But you can also catch me on Instagram because I post about the garden almost daily.)

In the mean time, here's my new favorite tune that I just can't get out of my head.  The Eye by Brandi Carlile and The Twins.

I first heard Brandi Carlile play as the opening act at an Indigo Girls concert ages ago.  I remember so clearly because I didn't go in for most of the opening act.  Finally I wandered in for the last two songs, was blown away, and had the conversation in my head that I would never skip another opening act again.  I became a fan right then and there during the last two songs of her set.  Her voice never fails to amaze me.  Seriously...she could read me the ingredient list off the cereal box and I would be enthralled.

Brandi and the band are playing Red Rocks next year.  I might need to use that as my excuse to get out to see Katie and Riley!

Friday, June 20, 2014

I'm Expecting!

Friends. First I owe an explanation of why I abandoned le blog. And the answer is thrilling. 


Just Because.  That's my reason. Honestly. I've just been sidetracked. 

But I'm ready to jump back in. 

So here's my big exciting news...

I'm expecting. 

My first tomato of the season, that is. I about fell over when I found it yesterday. 

This is also serving as my test run at blogging from my iphone. So I'm keeping it brief. But I'm ready to read your blogs and chatter away on here again. I've missed everyone!  

Sunday, May 4, 2014

Results Of Lasagna Gardening Over Winter

In the fall, after I harvested just about everything, I spent a chunk of time prepping my garden allotment for the following year.  I decided to try out the lasagna gardening method to see if it would benefit my soil and also keep out weeds.

My garden plot when I first took over spring 2013.  FULL of weeds!

When I first took hold of my garden in the spring of 2013, it was a solid field of weeds.  It seems the previous owner abandoned ship and the space had been over-run in weeds for nearly two years.  It took endless hours in the hot sun with the help of my father {that's what dads are for!} to de-weed the place.  We nearly broke our backs in the process.  And I was determined to make that a one time deal!

After days of back-breaking weeding spring 2013.

So after reading, reading and more reading on various methods, here's what I came up with.

First I laid down a very thick layer of newspaper.  I'm talking cardboard thick.  In fact, cardboard would have been perfectly acceptable.  As I am an avid couponer though, I simply saved my newspapers {I usually buy four per week} out of the recycle bin for a few weeks.  Cover every square inch.  Then I added a layer of green compost.  For about two weeks I saved scraps in my fridge for this purpose.  I used some of the pulled out plants, banana peels, egg shells, etc.  I also dusted everything with a nice layer of Azomite/ Rock Dust.  Then I added a really thick layer of brown compost.  In this case it was tree leaves that were all over the outside of the garden fence.  {This year though I now have a source for organic grass fed cow manure from a family friend that will be mixed in, too.} And finally, I topped it all off with a thick layer of straw {not hay...I can't say that not use hay}.

Lasagna Gardening fall 2013

This left my space looking like a clean canvas.  But I wondered how it would hold up over the winter months.  I knew many things in the various compost layers wouldn't actually break down until this spring and summer when the heat got to work.

I am so pleased that I took the time {which was fairly minimal in the grand scheme of things} in the fall to prep my garden space.  Most gardeners simply pulled out their plants and left for six months.  But that means that they are now coming back to spaces that are once again solid weeds.  The only places I have to deal with weeds are along the edges that touch neighbors who have weeds overflowing in their allotments!  On top of that, as everything continues to break down, it will feed the worms {a gardener's best friend} and build up the soil.

This is how my garden looked before I set foot in it this spring.   Weed free!

I plan this year to either plant right over the mulch {for example my beans and lettuce} by simply adding a layer of good soil on top or dig right through it {for example tomato plants that need to be buried very deep}.  I will remove nothing and just let it do its thing this year.  The straw mulch will continue to keep the weeds away and as it heats up, it will help to keep the soil moist so I will need to water less often.

Tomato Man vs. Preppy Pink Crocodile

For comparison, here is my neighbor's spot {last year I called him Tomato Man and will again refer to him as that this year} vs. mine on May 01, 2014 just after I planted my beans.  His is weed-tastic and will require a ton of work before a single seed or plant can go into that soil.  Mine is ready for planting on day one without doing a single thing first.

Do you have a favorite mulching method?  Is it different than mine?  I'm still in the experimenting phase so I am very open to new suggestions.  Have you ever tried the lasagna gardening method?  What did you think of it?

Saturday, May 3, 2014

Ballet Flats: The Look For Less

I am a ballet flat hoarder.  I wear them almost daily and just feel most like myself in a cute flat.  I wish I could be a heel girl.  I dabbled in my 20's.  But that's just not my jam.  I am all flats all the time and I make no excuses for it.

As much as I love cute designer shoes though, a good deal is more my speed most days.  So when I was drooling over these cute Tory Burch flats, I decided to track down a more affordable twin.

Enter the tan with a black cap toe ballet flat spend and splurge episode...

Tory Burch Bridgette $225

Just as cute for a fraction of the price!

Vince Camuto Elisee $73.46

Friday, May 2, 2014

It's Officially Gardening Season Again

Garden Overview May 01

Well that was a long and painful winter.  I had a serious case of SAD this year which was compounded by a bunch of other yucky stuff going on.  I missed gardening.  I missed being outside and sweating out the crazies.  I missed eating home grown goodness.  I really, really missed my tiny plot of land in the middle of the city.

The good news is that gardening season is back!

This is how I found my plot after winter.  Almost no weeds!

After adding my squash house and stakes for my Florida Weave tomato method.

We still have a solid month up here before we can plant most things in the ground.  So my tomatoes and peppers and everything else under the sun will have to hang out under my super awesome grow light for 29 more days.  Because even if we have a hot week in May, we can easily have a snow storm two days later.  That's just how we roll here in the North Pole.

Loving my grow light!

But it doesn't mean there aren't a few things that can't be planted now.

Things like peas and beans and lettuce all love cooler weather.  So they get planted now and then again closer to fall, hopefully avoiding altogether the hottest months as they don't love heat.  This year I made seed tape for the first time, which is a super simple process.  Simply make a thick paste with flour and a bit of water.  Then glue down your seeds to strips of toilet paper or newspaper.  Roll up when dry and unroll to plant.  I was thrilled with how simple it made planting my beans and lettuce yesterday!

Unroll seed tape, cover with soil, water.  That's it!

I'm so excited to get growing this year!  Some things I will be repeating, like my Florida Weave tomato method and the Squash House.  I will again be planting ground cherries and artichokes and of course the old standards like peppers and herbs.  In the second and third photos at the top of the post, do you see the tall dead things?  Those are the brussels sprouts that I never got to enjoy because a hard frost came.  And that's OK and even makes them sweeter as long as a thaw follows.  Sadly the thaw didn't follow until April.  For the second year in a row I spent seven months growing something I never tasted.  So this year my goal is to actually eat my home grown brussels sprouts.  Third time's the charm...right?  I've planted significantly more in the way of peas and beans this year.  I just didn't realize last year that in order to make an actual meal size portion, you need to have more planted.  As peas and beans are a favorite, especially sugar snap peas, I am going heavy on planting those things.

I have a few other new-to-me things in the works.  I also have lots of lessons learned from last year, such as organic pest control methods and what to look for regarding my nemesis, the squash bug!

So if the weather can just please repeat itself from last summer, things will be greening up around here in no time!

What's growing in your neck of the woods this year?  Do you have any vegetable garden plans?  If so, what are you most looking forward to eating?  {for me it's a tie between tomatoes and ground cherries}

Tuesday, April 22, 2014

World News Makes Me Cry

Goodness, the world news lately is just one shocker after another!

* I don't even know what to think about this kid who supposedly stowed away in the airplane wheel well from CA to HI.  It seems highly impossible, to be honest.  How did he not die of hypothermia?  It's reported that the air can get down to -75 degrees at points during the flight.  There's a lot more there, that much I know.  Weird.  And scary!

* This might be controversial but I've thought for a while now that it's time they call off the search for flight #MH370.  The amount of time and money spent to yield not a single piece of evidence is heartbreaking.  And I so feel for those families.  I can't imagine that emptiness and pain and the endless questions that all deserve answers even when none are available.  However, how long do you search for the needle in the haystack?  I've never been convinced a lick that the plane even went down in that area.  I still believe it went down on land actually.

But what if that money was spent to clean up the oceans?  I mean, so far the only lesson we have solidly learned from the search is that our oceans are horribly polluted.  So what if that money was spent to clean them?  Don't you think that if the plane really did go down in the Ocean, regardless of where, pieces would turn up if the globe did a great ocean spring cleaning?

I really don't mean to sound heartless towards the families that will forever question there where and why and how of it all.  They so deserve peace and closure.  But what we are currently doing is simply not working.  And by prolonging it, I'd argue that things are only getting worse.

* And the final heavy topic is the South Korean ship that sank with the hundreds of kids on board.  Y'all...I have cried several times over this.  I am not entirely sure why it hit me so hard though.

Perhaps it's because when I was a high school senior, we took a school trip up to Disney {remember I'm from FL} for Grad Night {all the high schools in the state go after the park closes} and I can clearly remember those buses.'s really all the same.  Your whole class on one moving vehicle.  Perhaps it's because I grew up on boats and have been on several cruises {though after the last few years cannot imagine ever going on one again}.  The second cruise I went on, there were electrical problems for about 24 hours.  I was a 20-something baby and was too la-di-da to ever think it could be a real problem at the time though.  Perhaps, and most likely my biggest trigger is due to the man who was rescued after surviving in the air bubble for FOUR DAYS.  I have an enormous fear of suffocating/not being able to breathe {it's not exclusive to drowning}.  Every time that story plays again on the news I find myself sobbing and gasping.  Even typing this I am just horrified at the fear he must have endured.

Do you know that there were a few people never found from the Italian ship that sank a few years ago {where the captain also scurried himself to safety ASAP as people died on the sinking ship}?  I pray and hope that if nothing else, all of the victims will be accounted for at the end of this horrible nightmare.  Families most certainly deserve that tiny fragment of peace.

* Sorry to bring the mood down but there's nothing I watch on TV on Monday nights so it was all CNN, all the time.  It was that or the equally depressing hoarders show so...  I think I needed to vent a little.  The dog is sick of me sobbing over the South Korean boat and the Boston Marathon anniversary stories.  Frankly, I'm a little sick of me too.

* On a much lighter note, I have had the heat off for three days now!  {In Florida speak, that's the equivalent of being able to turn your AC off and be perfectly comfortable in your home.}  Now the last time I got big and braggy, it snowed 12 hours later.  It's only could totally happen.  But I am choosing to hold out hope that even if the 70 and sunny weather goes away, it won't snow again until December.  Crossing my fingers!!

* And ready or not...gardening posts are about to come back to the blog!  My happy season is upon us and I am nothing shy of giddy about the matter.  Thank goodness as I need something to counteract this funk I've been in for the last few months.  I seriously sit inches away from my tomato plants and just stare at them.  I say goodnight to them every night as I turn the light off.  It's so weird.  And wonderful!

Monday, April 21, 2014

Dear Lindsay Lohan: Final Episode. Hint: She Prays...But For What?

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Dear Lindsay Lohan,

There isn't much I can say that I've not said already in my past posts about your show.  So I will just comment on the part that upset me the most this week.

Let me get this straight, you are disgruntled because you have supposedly made changes to your life so you "hope and pray" for the judge to "say enough is enough" when it comes to your required community service?  That's such a burden to your self-absorbed, irresponsible life that you need to pray that you never have to do it again?

You seem vapid and ridiculous!

It might come as an absolute shock to you that some women {and men} chose to do lots of volunteer work in the community.  We don't expect or receive an ounce of credit.  We don't do it for the glamour.  We don't do it out of force or obligation.  We don't do it as a punishment.  We don't do it because it's always fun or comfortable.  We do it because it's good for the globe to be a contributing part of the community, giving back, and offering a helping hand up.  And we are always able to find the joy in our volunteer community work, regardless of the task.

You do however think "it's worth it" to spend over an hour and $1200 adding unflattering extension to your hair.

Get your priorities straight.  Grow up!

Praise the Good Lord {the one to whom you pray to not have to do more community service} that this was the very last show.  Momma Oprah, I trust you have learned your lesson on this one.  And no hard feelings, Momma O.  It's actually nice to know that you too make mistakes.

KK the Preppy Pink Crocodile

Sunday, April 20, 2014

Easter Kitchen Fails

For those who celebrate, Happy Easter!  I hope you are spending the day with your family or friends who feel like family!

Last night I made cookies that made their way to the trash.  And baked two crustless egg custard pies because despite TWO trips to the grocery store, I still failed to remember to buy Crisco.  And frankly there is no one I love enough to make a third trip on the Saturday before a major holiday.  So crustless pie for all on Easter!

Now that we have that confession out of the way, how about another giggle!  I laughed out loud watching this.  As someone who suffers with a name that is not only hard to pronounce but people refuse to pronounce or spell it correctly no matter how many times you politely ask them, I can totally relate.  Did I ever tell you that as a child I used to beg my parents to let me change my name to Ann?  True story.  And I know I've told you about my restaurant/Starbucks name (it's Kate).  Anyway, I imagine some of y'all will find this funny too...

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Fed Up

Have y'all seen this trailer for the upcoming movie about the food industry?  I'm guessing it won't make it to my corner of the North Pole as not much does.  But on the off chance I can track it down, I think it looks really interesting.  I love films like this.

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

The Entire Week Is A Palindrome

I've mentioned on here a few times over the years that I have a thing for palindromes.  It's weird, I know.  But I dig them.

I was in kindergarten or first grade when it all started.  I saw it on an episode of 3-2-1 Contact while waiting in my good therapist's office {shout out to everyone else in the I had a crappy childhood club} and it just stuck.  {You caught the part where I noted it was the good one, right?  Because I had a horrible one too.  Scarred for life!}  There was a song of course that went along with this numerical lesson that I bet the producers never imagined would stick in some kid's head for a solid 30 years...but at this point I really don't remember it.  It is however, still my favorite word in both sound and meaning.  {Oh dear Lord, please tell me someone else out there has an equally quirky favorite!}

So here I am, 30 years later, cruising Facebook last night, and one of my sorority sisters posted this...

This entire week is a palindrome!  Hot diggity dog...I love it!

For anyone who missed said episode of 3-2-1 Contact or that math lesson, a palindrome is the same forwards and backwards.  Hannah, dad, 56765....they are the same word or number if you read them from the right or left.  

What's your favorite word?  Is it less nerdy than mine?  Are you, too, a fan of palindromes and secretly excited that it's palindrome week?  

Monday, April 14, 2014

Dear Lindsay Lohan: Go Back To Rehab


Dear Lindsay Lohan,

I am honestly about out of things to say to you.  I mean, are you even remotely embarrassed by your behavior?  You are a bad excuse machine!  You have the worst attitude.  You're entitled and self-righteous and rude.  You have complete disregard for the time and finances of others.  And you just lie at every corner.

I have watched this show for over a month now thinking you would finally have a come to Jesus moment where you would see how insane you are and would shape up.  I really thought, albeit foolishly, that you would give the world insight into how motivated and talented and responsible you are after your latest rehab stint.  But you are honestly worse each week.  At this point the best thing I can say about the show is that it ends next week!  Can I get an Amen?!

What on earth did Momma #Oprah see in you?!

Here are my highlights...

* You had a two hour contract with the casino, for which you were to be paid $100.000.  The contract started at 10 PM and ended at 12 AM.  You didn't get to that red carpet, where your "work" started, until 11:30 PM.  But you think you fulfilled your contract and were on time?  Buy a damn watch!

* Your mother is writing a book.  And buy writing, I mean she has a ghost writer.  Who clearly is only doing this for the money because she is clearly annoyed with your family.  {Aren't we all?!}  Why does your mother need a ghost writer?  Does she not know how to type?

* The Elle Indonesia bit was priceless.  Do you have even an ounce of remorse for the money you cost the magazine because you were days late?  Does that weigh on you at all?  When I am 15 minutes late, I feel guilty.  You made this team, who flew two days across the globe to get to NYC, move the shoot back two days after sitting there waiting for you all day.  Then you were late on the re-shoot day, forcing non-daylight shots and adding a third day onto the agenda.  Then you refused to give the 20 minute interview.  Because YOU were so ill-behaved by being so stinkin' late over and over.

You were insanely disrespectful when you criticized the photographer at the end by saying he needed to learn not to rely on natural light.  If you had shown up on time, it never would have been an issue.  What he should learn is to never work with your unreliable fanny again!

But the most amazing scene came at the end when you made yourself the martyr for not getting credit as a co-stylist.  Your styling skillz were only needed because the clothes had to go back after you were days late to the gig.

{The second most amazing scene was when the director called you a bitch in Indonesian.  I laughed out loud on that one.  #highfive}

* So in the casino I Fulfilled My Contract bit you were all it's my first time around alcohol and I'm nervous.  But when it comes to hanging with friends, you're like it's totally fine to have friends drink in my house or at the clubs and it doesn't tempt me at all.  You claim that wanting NY nightlife leads you down a horrible path.  Then you say you can party and not drink.

You lie.  You make excuses.  You need rehab.  Like a real rehab.  Or boot camp.

* The scene where you filmed yourself crying...that was fake right?  It was weird and didn't make sense.  I bet the producers were like OMG fine whatever film yourself I hate this job and want to kill Momma Oprah for buying into your big bag of BS.

* If you love dancing, go to a dance class.  Put on music and dance around your giant apartment.  Dance down the street.  Go on Dancing with the Stars.  Don't go to an effing nightclub.  #dumb

* You were livid at Matt for not physically accosting that paparazzi guy.  And while that pap was certainly annoying, he wasn't doing anything wrong.  But it was Matt's job to steal his camera and tackle him?  And then you were livid at the driver for not running a red light.

So in review, you were yelling at people to break laws because you were having a hissy fit.  And said hissy fit could have been prevented if...say it with were on time for once!

Seriously...please tell me you are watching yourself and feel mortified by your behaviors!

The self-filmed, fake crying while gross smoking scene.

Lindsay, I do sincerely hope you get help.  Real, fluff-free help.  I hope you figure out who you are and realize the value in being responsible both for yourself and in the great big world.  Actual value comes into your life when you do things, even if very small, on your own, with integrity and without excuses.  Value that money can't buy and assistants can't source.  You don't seem dumb to me.  You just chose to act dumb and irresponsible.  You could just as easily chose to act smart and responsible.  And sugar, being smart is light years cooler than being an idiot!  #smartgirlsrule

One more week, y'all, and we can put this frustrating TV chapter to bed!

KK the Preppy Pink Crocodile

Sunday, April 13, 2014

Georgia Squirrels Have A New(er) Home

For my fellow Greeks {or old home geeks...I'm both by the way}, my chapter of Alpha Gamma Delta at UGA just underwent a huge construction project.  The old "new part" of the house was removed and a "new, new part" was added.  I'm dying to get back to see it- hopefully next year!  They've done an incredible job with the whole thing.  Not only does the house look amazing, but the House Association has done a fantastic job of keeping alum in the loop during every step of the multi-year process.

I'm so proud to be an Alpha Gam!  Way to go Georgia girls!!

Saturday, April 12, 2014

Super Simple Salad

Confession: I'm not a big salad eater.

As a kid I didn't like salad at all.  If forced to eat one, I would only eat it without dressing.  As an adult, I've discovered I disliked them for two reasons.

First was that I don't really understand Iceberg Lettuce.  What is the point?  Outside of a lettuce wrap, I don't understand why people eat it.  Total mystery to me.  Bleh.  Growing up though, salad was almost exclusively Iceberg.  I remember being in high school the first time I ate mesclun lettuce mix.  Second was that I did't really care for most salad dressings.  Or not the kinds that were popular when I was growing up.  The dressing aisle has certainly grown by leaps and bounds and I have two favorites.  But more often than not, I make my own at home.

So now that I know why I disliked salad so much as a kid, I eat more of them as an adult.  But I go through seasons.  Sometimes I eat 1-2 a day.  Then I can go a month without eating one.  I use a variety of mixed greens or spinach as I tend to much prefer the darker greens (in general I am a BIG fan of greens and have been since childhood...I was a weird kid), add "goodies" and make my own dressings.

Really this post is for exactly one reason though.  And it's not to explain the intricate details of how to make a bloody salad.  It's so that I can remember how to make the best dressing a month from now when I forget.

I threw this together the a few days ago and have made it every night since then.  OMG it's so light and refreshing.  Yum!

Creamy Orange Salad Dressing

* 2 tbls Sour Cream
* 1 tbls Orange Juice
* 1 tsp honey
* Salt and pepper to taste

* Put everything in a jar and shake to combine.

** I honestly don't ever measure this sort of thing so those measurements are a guess for folks who insist on measurements.  I'm more of an eyeball it sort of girl.  Add more of less to your own tastes.
** If you are dairy free, I think mayo would be a perfect substitute.

Friday, April 11, 2014

Prince George and His Momma Are Stealing The Show

The British Royal Family hit the jackpot when Prince William paired up with Kate Middleton.  Not only does the entire globe go gaga over her, but they seem to share a completely genuine love between them.  I seriously cannot get enough of them.

Notice Prince William's hand on Kate's back.  Sweet!

And how much fun is all the coverage of chubby, cutie Prince George?!  Adorable!  The future King is smiling and crawling and playing with toys.  He's delicious!!  

Thankfully, their royal tour of New Zealand and Australia is feeding my craving in spades.

A personal favorite so far happened yesterday when William and Kate raced boats.  And Kate won both races.

Afterwards when the Duchess looked rather pleased with herself, Wills was overheard joking, "I bet she is.  Selfless husband!  I wanted a quiet night."


I can't imagine going to college thinking you were going to study, meet friends, and go to frat parties (or whatever the British equivalent of that might be) and instead walk away the most beloved member of the royal family.  Duchess Catherine, you most certainly did college correctly!  Way to set the bar impossibly high for every other female that every lives, Kate!  Ha.

Thursday, April 10, 2014

Vermont Could Be The First!

Crossing my finger that Vermont becomes the first but not the last state to make this a reality!  We all deserve to know exactly what we are putting in our bodies!  #justsaynotogmo #tellmewhatsinmyfood #knowledgeispower

New Tunes And Old Favorites

On Saturday I was in a mood.  Not a bad one.  More exhausted and deflated.  I loafed about and did a whole lot of nothing other than binge listen to one of my favorite girls, Brandi Carlile, all day.  {Thankfully I made up for my do nothing Saturday with my Super Sunday!}

Do y'all do that too?  Sometimes I am suddenly in the mood for a specific artist and hit repeat for days on end.  It happens.  #thingsido

Via Twitter though, I discovered two up and coming groups to add to my tunege cycle.  {I seriously can't believe I waited so long to embrace all forms of social media given that it's my life these days.  I'd never find new clothes, music, recipes or friends if it wasn't for the various social media outlets.  Ha.}

Enter Janelle Loes.  Her voice is so lovely and honest.  I love acoustic performances but she also has a professional album available on her website.  I couldn't find a video from the album though...bummer.

And Cotton Wine.  A lot of the lyrics are dark.  But I definitely find their style interesting and their voices a good way.  In the unfortunate era of using sound machines to cover up mediocre at best voices, I crave musicians who avoid synthetic sounds.  Think of it as non-GMO music.

Oh and then I noticed that Ingrid Michaelson has a new album coming out next week.  Yay!  I'm digging this song from the new album a lot...

Give them a listen and let me know what you think.  I actually have one more band to report on tomorrow but it's a totally different genre so it get's a separate post.  Have you found any new groups lately?  Please share!  I'm forever in search of new music.

Wednesday, April 9, 2014

District's Not Dead But I've Lost My Marbles

Here's a little story about how I'm ridiculous.  You know, in the vein of keeping things real around here.

So District and I text chat daily.  Sometimes it's just a quick note and sometimes it's an off and on all day convo.  But it's rare that a 24 hour period goes by without a peep.

The last two weeks though we've been chat light.

Which is fine, we've both been busy.

But then we went the better part of a week without talking.  She didn't reply to my texts or email.  I convinced myself that I offended her somehow.

{Back story is that I am in a cruddy place in my head right now.  Every time I think the battle with the proverbial Mean Girls table is over, they start a new, ridiculous game to make my life hell.  And as a result of this insanity, I am not right in the noggin.  I am hyper-sensitive.  Like more than normal and my every day self is more sensitive than normal people.  I'm like off the charts these days.  I honest to goodness think I have JL PTSD....if such a thing exists.  My point is that I am a touch paranoid about everything I say and do right now.  It's not healthy but I'm working on it.}

So I sent a text asking if I upset her.  Nothing.  I called.  No reply.  Then last night while walking the dog, I suddenly had this feeling that I was being incredibly self-centered.  What if it had nothing to do with me and instead District was hurt or sick?  OMG...I've been misplacing my paranoia.  I still felt my worry was justified but now I should be worried that something is wrong.  Should I track her husband down?  How far should I go to do that?  By the last block, I was dragging the dog home because I was so convinced something was terribly wrong.

When I got home and got around to looking at my phone though, District sent a text saying she was out of town and was without a phone for a week because it died.

Oh.  So...she's not dead.  I mean, that's completely great!  I'd be lost without my preppy, DC connection here in the North Pole.  I'm thrilled she is alive and well and now has a working phone.  But I swear I thought I had cracked the case.  Because being without a phone for a few days is far less logical to me, it seems, than being in a hospital bed.

June first cannot get here fast enough.  Hurry up...hurry the eff up!  I have lost all my good sense and sanity this year.  I need to move on and see sunshine and get out of the house to be outside and touch dirt and wear flip flops.  Those are all actual, physical needs.  What I don't need is to work myself into a tizzy over problems that don't exist.

You know how Mermaid always says she puts her coo coo back in the clock?  Well my coo coo is loose and flying around town somewhere.  If you find her, please return promptly.

Tuesday, April 8, 2014

Dear Lindsay Lohan: Episode 5. You're Still Ridiculous!

Dear Lindsay Lohan,

So I reviewed episode 1, episode 2 and episode 3, but then when it came to episode 4, I only watched part of it.  PBS was starting the new season of both Mr. Selfridge and my very favorite, Call The Midwife.  And well...PBS is pretty much always going to trump your hot mess of a show.  So if there was an explanation of why Matt stayed on, I missed it.  I sort of don't care enough to go back and watch.

I want to like you.  I want to see that you are growing and learning and trying.  I love an underdog and a comeback story.  I'm just not sure I will see it during this show.

You both fascinate and bore me, Lindsay.  And depress me a little bit too.

You bore me because you remain unchanged.  Despite your expensive and expansive collection of helpers, you still can't get up before noon, brush your hair and wear a bra all on the same day.  And any time you get called out on your bullshit, you play the I'm focused on staying sober card.  But I don't think anyone could possibly believe you are at all focused on staying sober.

You fascinate me though because you never stop rambling.  It's as if you think that if you just keep saying crap, something will stick and will be believed by someone else in the room.  You claim want to show people you will show up to movie sets because being an actor is your passion in life.  You ramble on and on about understanding how its hard for people to hire you because they fear you won't show up or will cancel dates or will be three hours late to set.  And then you do that over and over with this no-brainer reality show.  We saw you do it several times during this episode alone.  So far we have seen you cancel four times as many things as you have followed through on.  If you can't take a reality show seriously, how can anyone believe you will take projects that actually require effort seriously?!

The consignment store scene was a little scary.  Compulsive shopping seems like a replacement high for alcohol.  I seriously question the integrity of this "rehab" place you just spent months in.  I don't understand how you can be allowed to shop and smoke, two highly addictive habits, when you are presumably fighting with all you have to break another addiction.

You also live this insane lifestyle, where I assume you are hemorrhaging money, but you are seriously talented at not paying for things.  You talked about free designer clothes, you managed to get some of the consignment pieces on trade, this was the second episode where you talk about someone else paying for flights, and on and on.  Add this to the list of reasons you fascinate me.  I mean, you're not even a big star.  You're a big story because of your train-wreck lifestyle, but I don't think you can ride the Parent Trap remake coattails at this point.

So your workout coach/life coach unpacks your boxes?  Was that a full time position for her?  Do you actually do anything yourself?  I just have an absolute disconnect with your lifestyle.  I don't get it.  I could never live like that.  I use self-check out at the grocery store because I don't even like someone else bagging up my items.  I like to do it myself.  If you can't even unpack your own boxes or hang up your own clothes, how in the world do you plan to function in life?  Do you ever feel a sense of personal satisfaction after completing a task?

Wait...your mom drank at dinner in front of you?  That's ridiculous.  I'm really sorry about that.  Truly.  I don't think that everyone should be obligated to abstain in front of you, but your mother...when you are barely holding it together?  Holy low!

So AJ the trainer/life coach/another personal assistant/box unpacker calls you on your shit in what can only be described as the most loving way possible.  And you then blackball her?  You were mad because she asked you on camera, you know because you are both on this thing called a reality show, about your drinking.  Then you got mad again after you blew her off for a full week when she was expecting you as a house guest and blew off a meeting she went out on a limb to set up for you because it was at 12:30 and you didn't get up until noon and she called you on that too.  But instead of having a grown-up conversation, you cut her out.  Though you don't actually do that yourself either.  You send Matt down to handle it.

The running theme again is that you are impossibly out of touch with reality.  Even when you admitted that you relapsed, you just blew it off with "but it's totally fine" and never mentioned it again.  You simultaneously bore me, fascinate me and depress me, Lindsay Lohan!  You could have a charmed life but you thoughtlessly waste it as you constantly avoid things like maturity, sincerity, personal responsibility, independence and honesty.

Sweetheart, if you can't even be honest with yourself, you have a loooong way to go yet in this recovery process.

KK the Preppy Pink Crocodile

Monday, April 7, 2014

My Best Sunday

Last week was just pure crap.  No way to sugar coat it.  More ridiculous games are being played and I have let it eat me up.  I'm frustrated in myself because I've let the stress just chomp away at my insides.  I wish so badly that I could take my own advice and step away.  I wish so badly that I could not let it destroy me and make me cry. 

But I’m me.  For better or worse, that’s just not how I roll.

However, Sunday was a different story.

For the most part.

When I went to my car to leave, it was broken into.  For the second time in a little over a year. 

But I have no idea, as was the case last time, how it happened.  Because nothing was broken.  My car has automatic locks.  So even if I forget to lock it, which I never do but let’s pretend, it locks by itself.  {So annoying when bringing in groceries.}  But I came out and stuff was everywhere inside.  As I keep about five random CD’s and a stack of McDonald’s napkins and not much else in my car, nothing was taken.  But it was still really strange.

Dealing with it made me late but it didn't dampen my day too much.  I was then off to celebrate Alpha Gamma Delta’s International Reunion Day with my local chapter.  It’s been 14 months since I was last there.  For seven years I barely went four days between visits.  I was a bit nervous to go back, but I have to say it was so amazing!  I loved seeing my advisor friends and catching up.  The time away from the mix has been so healthy for me.  {Though the irony is not lost on me that I stepped away from that to focus on JL only to realize I needed to get the heck out of shady dodge this year.  If I wasn't still crying I would be laughing.}  Tip to tail it was a lovely event. 

And then I was off.  The day was…wait for it…sunny and…warm.  Together.  Sunny AND warm.  Holy moly!  It seems that spring popped into town yesterday.  Is she here to stay?  Who knows.  But it made running errands so much fun!  I felt like I got five times as much accomplished simply because of the amazing weather.  Good music, cheerful sunshine and a Mickey D’s Diet Crack…and these are a few of my favorite things!

When I got home, I cleaned and organized.  I transplanted all of my tomatoes to pots!  {Will finish transplanting everything else this week.}  I took the longest and best walk with Sadie that we've had in six months.  Then I worked out.  And at the end of it all, I watched Call The Midwife.

Seriously…the best day! 

Nothing major happened.  But maybe that’s the point.  It was just simple and productive and light-hearted.

I needed that day so badly.  My cup feels …well maybe not full…but certainly less empty. 

I’m even blogging.  I mean…hello…long time no chat.

I need more weekends like this one.  More Super Sundays to soak up the sunshine and get boxes checked off my to-do list.

My Sunday was awesome.  How was yours?

Thursday, March 27, 2014

Lilly Pulitzer Sale, Blogging Status, And More

I love Lilly Pulitzer!

# First things first...Lilly Pulitzer treats will be on sale at 11 am EST today on Ruelala.  I usually find good deals during these sales so let's hope we all get something fun and pink!

# Now regarding my blog status.  Or lack thereof.  I'm not sure what my deal is but I'm in a big ole rut.  I'm working on it.  I finally got myself on Instagram so if you're on IG too, let's be friends (or whatever it's called).  I'm tweeting the way I used to blog.  So let's be friends there too.

I've not abandoned blogging though.  I still love this medium.  I just need to shake the cobwebs out of my head and re-group.  So please don't give up on me.  I just need a week or two more to get myself together.  Posts on spring fashions, gardening obsessions, dating disasters, and life in general are going to be back in short order.  I also have a lot of blog reading to do so expect comments from me coming your way shortly, too!

# It's officially gardening season!  Table gardening, that is.  My dad built me a fancy new grow light.  And the first night I used it, I realized that from outside it looks as if I'm using the other kind of grow light.  Hopefully no one calls the police on my tomatoes and broccoli.  #gardening  #growfoodnotlawns

So far, here's the list of what's germinated in the week and a half since planting the seeds:
* Pak Choi (first to sprout)
* Broccoli
* Swiss Chard
* Kale
* Artichokes
* All eight types of tomatoes...woot woot!
* Brussels Sprouts

# It's still cold here.  Spring got lost or something.  I had to wear my heaviest coat and boots and ear muffs to walk the dog on the shortest walk ever last night.  To say I am disgruntled is an understatement.  I have had a wicked case of SAD this year.

# And finally, I have a play date with my favorite 3.5 year old boyfriend this afternoon!  Nothing cheers me up like that sweet boy!

## So what have y'all been up to these days?  Is it still frigid in your part of the country?  Are you planning a garden this year?  Give me the skinny...

Monday, March 24, 2014

Dear Lindsay Lohan: Episode 3. Momma Oprah Gives You A Smackdown.

Dear Lindsay Lohan,

Why do you need two assistants?  It seems that you have one job, to film for six hours a day.  And not every day.  Like a few days a week.  At most.  But reality show film.  So you need to have zero preparation for this gig.  No memorization, no driving to a set, no hair and wardrobe.  But you need two assistants and a "sober coach" who seems to serve not at all as a sober life coach and entirely as a personal assistant...bringing the number up to three assistants.  If you ask me, you're just buying friends/yes people.  Yes people are matter who you are.

Do you have that much money or are you, as I suspect, hemorrhaging money to fund this insane lifestyle?  The expensive new apartment, two assistants, one sober life coach/really a third assistant, car and driver, constant eating out, etc...that shit adds up.  Fast.

You create your own chaos.  And you make an excuse for EVERYTHING.  Your "sober coach" rambles on and on about you needing a routine.  You ramble on and on about you needing a routine.  But you bail on every obligation.  If you just followed you know what that would be called...wait for it...a ROUTINE.

I think you lie.  A lot.  To everyone.  Including yourself.

This show is less about Lindsay and more about the people working for her.  Because she refuses to be on camera.  Which honestly, I find infinitely more interesting.  But I am sure those producers disagree with me as they likely paid Lindsay Lohan big buckaroos to do this show.

Unless there is some major break through at the end of this series, I suspect it will do you more harm than good.  And not because the show is sensationalizing your negatives.  But because it is showing the world that you really haven't changed.  I sort of feel guilty for watching after realizing this.  I mean, I'm not exactly a fan of yours.  At all.  But I don't have any desire to see you fail.  I'm not sure what I expected from this show but it's far more depressing than I could have ever imagined.  You have at your finger tips what millions of people want.  And you just seem to be be throwing it away.  It's both sad and frustrating to watch.

Instead of moving to NYC, you should have moved into Oprah's house.  Momma O would have you whipped into shape in no time.

I don't want this post to be about me, the Queen of Quite a Lot, telling you how terrible you are.  I do actually believe you want to be better and do better.  But from what I've seen so far, you do not at all seem ready to live this life you are living.  You don't seem to grasp personal responsibilities.  You can't even handle committing to a five minute conversation with Matt.

By the way...did Matt quit?  I hope not.  At this point, he's half the reason I am still watching.

Here's hoping the Oprah intervention changes the course of your life!  Momma O, while full of love and wisdom, does not mince words.  You need more of that and fewer yes people in your life!

KK the Preppy Pink Crocodile

Friday, March 21, 2014

You're Using The Term Expert Rather Loosely

Not to make light of the missing plane from Malaysia, but these news reports are getting wacky.

It's not their fault.  I mean, this is the biggest news story right now.  And yet there is next to nothing to really report.  So two weeks ago we had super big experts on at every corner doing all of these super big expert reports.

Then we went weeks without any hard evidence.

So as time ticks on, the quality of "experts" dwindles.

When the plane first went down, you had to have a PhD in aeronautics.  Then it lowered to have you ever been to flight school.  Lowered again to have you ever sat in a cockpit, even as a kid.  I mean, if the pilot gave you plastic wings, come on down and do a report.  And lately, if you have ever sat in an airplane, you are about as qualified as anyone to report on this missing plane.  First class, economy, one of those little toy airplanes...make no difference.  You're suddenly an expert.

My heart just breaks for those families.  I mean, as a citizen of the world, who does a fair share of flying, I'd like this mystery solved ASAP.  But I just can't imagine my loved one being on that flight and having no idea what happened.  Just thinking about it rips my heart out.  It seems the families just left their lives to sit in that hotel hoping and waiting for any bit of solid information.  They can't go anywhere without being swarmed by reporters.  So they are heartbroken and scared and not at home and staring at walls and going insane.  They must be so tortured.  

So please know I am not glossing over the tragedy of the event.

But when Courtney Love makes big news for her determination to solve the know the media is scraping the bottom of the barrel for report on.  Huge world news story without any real information, means lots of air quotes as reporters introduce so called experts.

Monday, March 17, 2014

73 Questions With Sarah Jessica Parker

Have y'all seen this interview with Sarah Jessica Parker?  It's amazing for several reasons.

First, it's so fast!  Second, the questions are diverse and interesting and give you fun insight into SJP.  And third, it's in her home.  You get to see much of the first floor of her townhouse!  I love love love a good peek inside homes and hers does not disappoint.

73 Questions with Sarah Jessica Parker....

Dear Lindsay Lohan...Episode 2

Dear Lindsay Lohan,

Oh child!  This show is such a train wreck but I can't stop looking.  Not, I'm sorry to say, in a good way, though.

So Lindsay, here are this week's notes...

One... You wore a few bras this week!  Woot woot for keeping the girls locked and loaded!

Two... You took a shot {of what I assume was ginger and carrot juice} and ate vodka pizza.  I'm no expert on learning to be sober but I am an expert on actually being sober.  And I can tell you that it makes no sense to dabble in those old ways, even if seemingly harmless.  Don't you think it sends the wrong message {mostly to yourself} to take shots of anything or to order anything with alcohol in it?  I'm not suggesting that those two food items were in any way alcoholic.  But they are part of the behavior system that sent you to rehab six times.

Three... Explain the sober coach to me.  Because last week he laughed it off when you skipped your AA meeting and this week he didn't point out that taking shots of anything is dumb and next week it looks like he tries to get you out of filming the show...again.  Is this a paid position for him?  Is is a volunteer?  Is he your sponsor?  From what I've seen so far, he's kind of a combo of an enabler and a lingering puppy dog.  I've yet to understand his purpose or see him benefit you in any way.

Four... Lose the extensions.  I know it's a Hollywood thing, so I'm not just getting on you for this.  But let me share with you a little secret.  Ready?  Rapunzel long hair like that ages women who are over the age of 22.  That combined with the smoking is doing you no favors.

Five... Congrats on the new apartment.  Your face looked so genuinely happy and it was quite sweet to see.  It's also an ah-maz-ing new pad!!  Two stories, enormous windows, big kitchen, lots of light, and be still my heart it also had a huge balcony!  Drooling!!  Now I see why so many big checks were involved in this process.  I can't wait to see how you furnish it.

Six... Where did all of those people come from in the new apartment?  So Cash and Matt were there and then poof, you have a friend, your new "celebrity trainer/life coach" and your driver all walk in.  Was that planned?  Is the trainer now going to be with you day in and day out, too?  Do celebs really get that attached to drivers?  I just don't understand having people at the ready.  Three weeks ago I tried to spontaneously, on a Thursday, schedule a one hour coffee date with District and Super Nice for Sunday.  We went back and forth for days and eventually had to cancel because we couldn't get our schedules to sync up. I'm sure if I was in the hospital or in a major crisis I could get a few friends to come to me with little notice.  But to see my new, furniture-less home?  Puh-lease!

Seven... The scene where you are mad and stomping your feet like a toddler because the production company is concerned that if they give you this huge advance for the fancy apartment that you'll bail on them...just beyond ridiculous.  You were so far in the wrong on that one that I am nearly at a loss for words.  It was money you hadn't earned yet.  Further, you were backing out of things right and left, including filming.  They had every reason to be concerned that you would flake and leave them in the lurch for the money.

Eight... Not to be rude but...I thought you were gay.  No?  Didn't you date a woman for several years?  Not that you owe me or anyone a definition of your sexuality.  I was just surprised when you discussed your new boyfriend with your dad.

Nine... When you went on and on about how your dad shouldn't judge your friends just because they still party, etc, because they are good people and don't do it around you.  I don't just seems so concerning.  I feel like you are so removed from reality.  Ah...this is all just so train wreck-y but I can't look away.  The sober coach and the life coach need to step up and impart some wisdom here.  You need friends who have fun without partying.  You need normal people in your life.  And yes, you absolutely should edit your life!  Edit out the parts that don't support the path you are on now.  That's how life works. We edit.  We grow and change and evolve and rearrange.  Edit your life, Lindsay!

Ten... Once again, your assistant Matt is a flippin' saint.  He's the real story of this show.  He needs his own show.  He's such a sharp dresser, too!  I hope he's well paid as he seems to be the only person on this show who has his shit together.

Next week it looks like Momma Oprah herself, along with my favorite, Sheri Salata, come to NYC to have a come to Jesus with you.  Smack down from Momma know I will be watching!  Oprah does not mince words!

I do wish you the best.  But as I said last week, this show and move to NYC seem like they are only serving to decrease the time it takes you to check in to rehab for a seventh time.  For all the people you have following you around and wiping your nose, you seem very ill-equip to live in the real world, and especially the fast lane of New York City.

Until next week,
KK the Preppy Pink Crocodile

Monday, March 10, 2014

Dear Lindsay Lohan...Episode 1

Dear Lindsay Lohan,

Oh honey!  I watched your new reality show on OWN last night.  After the first episode, here are my thoughts.  Feel free to mull them over.

First... Please wear a bra.  I don't understand why women don't wear bras.  I recently read a quote by Rhianna where she stated that she either wears a shirt OR a bra.  Not both.  Why??  At what point did the earth's axis shift and that became acceptable?  It's part of an underwear set.  Ladies wear underwear.  Little girls do not.  Grow up, become a lady and wear your under garments.

Second... Smoking is gross.  But I expect you already know that.  It's also an ugly habit that ages you.

Third... You seem very bratty and self-absorbed.  Is that how all of Hollywood acts?  I'm serious...someone who knows more than me...please answer.  Am I wrong to criticize this behavior?  You made your assistant run back to the hotel to move all of your crap to another room just because.  Not because the first room was bad.  Not because there were problems.  Just because you were having a bratty, melt down moment.  A healthy slice of humble pie would do you good!

Fourth... I get that you want a place to call home.  I'm a total homebody, so I feel you on that one.  And I get that it's unfair that prices are suddenly higher when they know you are a celeb.  But you are also a huge risk.  Your life resume is long and unsavory.  Real estate is expensive and the owners need to protect their investment.  Also, I'm quite positive that hotel you stayed in has a gym.  No one is stopping you from creating a regular workout routine.

Fifth... Why didn't you move in with your mother?  Or a stable family member?  Do you not have an old aunt in Ohio or cousin in Idaho that you can stay with for six months?  I really think a little bit of normal would do you a world of good.  From what I have seen of this show so far, you seem about one high heel break away from a melt down leading to bad decisions.  I say that out of sincere concern.  Moving to NYC seems like a dangerous decision.

Sixth... Someone explain to me why you needed a magazine to pay for your trip to promote a movie.  Does the movie not pay for that?  I always assumed when actors went to London or LA or wherever to promote the opening of movies and premieres, that it was all part of the PR expenses.  No?

Seventh... Your personal assistant seems like a saint!  I imagine I would say that about most assistants though.

Eighth... Wear a bra!!  It's worth noting twice.  Seriously...bra, bra, bra.  Wear a bra!!

Until next week,
KK the Preppy Pink Crocodile


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