Queen Mediocretia of Suburbia

Putting the TMI in absentminded

Month: November 2009

  • Leonard Cohen Concert: Both Sublime and Ridiculous

    First, loose ends: Gary never actually told anyone in his family he thought we were well enough to celebrate sister-in-law’s birthday, so the event was in actuality much less “planned” than we thought. We are going today, Sunday, instead. So, all of Saturday was spent planning for and resting up for and preparing for the…

  • Saturday: from the Ridiculous to the Sublime

    Saturday there will be fodder for this fodder-starved blog. I go to the in-laws in the afternoon, then in the evening I go see Leonard COHEN IN CONCERT. Leonard just has to make it to Saturday, people. I know he collapsed in Europe: as long as Nashville doesn’t do him in then I’ll see him.…

  • Smiles

    A designated hitter (read: abomination to baseball, also, cheating) won Most Valuable Player for the 2009 World Series. Allow me to spit here right on the floor. Designated hitters are the whores of baseball. I apologize to any designated hitters reading this. But you are whores. Therefore the best thing about the Series this year…

  • Cookies, Scandal, and White Powder

    Gary called to ask the name of the Archway Christmas cookies he likes*. How would I know? “Blah Blah blah!” he cried. “Blah! Powdered sugar! Blah blah!” “Wedding cookies,” I answered authoritatively. “I’m not sure! There are three kinds here and they all have powdered sugar!” “Wedding. Cookies.” “Are you sure? They all look alike.”…

  • Question for today: What is the Ultimate Casserole?

    I ask, because my nominee is in the oven right now. In our house it was called “Chicken with Crumbs.” Mom’s peers called it “Londoff Chicken,” which could be an homage to Johnny Londoff’s Saint Louis car dealerships. I know it wasn’t local; it must have been printed on Pepperidge Farm stuffing bags. Layer chicken…

  • I Am So Glamorous

    How glamorous? SO glamorous that we missed the first scene of Desperate Housewives because I was screaming “I HAVE THAT SWEATER! THAT’S MY SWEATER!” Granted, the character wearing my red ribbed sweater was the stocky principal. But still! Oh, and here is Rosie O’Donnell wearing the same sweater in black. I may be fat, but…