New Years is nostalgic . And so I spent it going through my "hope chest" aka my Grandmothers chest to whom I never met but is close to my heart- but that is another story.
Through scrap books of past lovers and poetry of years gone past, wow did I used to write well, and some "not so much", photo's and cards and even a loved one no longer here. And yes, it was claimed I didn't shed a tear- and that is another blog or two regarding family dynamics yet somehow with a New year we have permission to forget, or forgive, or how we choose to live, I forget the rules, but they are as I make of them.
I do things in three's, candles I decorate with, wine glasses, pictures and now years I live it so seems. The past years were so turbulent, words cant express- oh, I am sure I will embark on soon but not now. Now it is over. Tis a New year ...New fourth year I do say and so we forgive or forget yesterday.
I can say more about Grammies chest yes....everyone should have. A glimpse into yester year , both good thoughts and times and bad. But mostly good .... For we have learned and grown and so much we are shown- through our hope chest. 2011 make it your Best!
The journals , the trickets, the photos, the thoughts that we had, the years gone past , concert tickets, baby books? So much more than 3 yrs past! Wow, there really is so much more I can see through the fog, I can write so much better too than I can blog.
There is so much more I wish to portray, Canada, childrens books, things you dont about me but "aye? Hey?
This laptop is not my friend you should know, my mind works much faster than these keys- my foe...
I want you to search through yours archives I say, I glimpse into the futre and yesterday.
With Love Always, Tracey xoxoxo
Monday, January 3, 2011
Thursday, November 4, 2010
You want a Restaurant Review?
Our date was planned weeks in advance albeit he is a friend that changes plans like an OCD person 800 times and thanks to modern technology he texts me as frequently as the weather changes; " does so and so Restaurant sound good, the other got bad reviews, does 6 pm work" and then it changes every time I agree. It is no wonder I am a quirky mood by the time the date ever takes place. I could go on forever yet will spare you the details and say he finally picked me up for our 6 : 30 dinner reservations.
Neither of us had been there before. I felt like a million bucks strolling out my apt door in a form fitting black cocktail dress. It would have aired on the side of slutty had it not been for the lace over the low dipping cleavage. Stiletto heals and clutch purse in leopard print tucked under arm ( one must carry next to zero contents for said purse....gum, receipts, lip gloss all adorned my normally perfectly made bed ) My new blond bob cut ;freshly washed and flat ironed -falling into my face .I had not seen him in a month as he lives 3.5 hrs away and we always seem to oddly begin our dates in such perfect etiquette. A mere 15 minutes after he retrieved me and my tiny black dress we were close to our desination and drove past a small club a recent 24 yr old new friend of mine owned- wow- that is where that is; I thought and then other recent memories crossed my mind as I could have fallen out the car door had it not been. well; a closed car door.
Around the bend and there we were, I had not even bent over a half an inch to retrieve my cluth purse off the car floor when Valet young hottie was opening my car door. (Note to self, bend even slightly in tight fitting dress before leaving house) I ever so daintily with legs pressed like vice grip swiveled out of now opened car telling Valet man/boy " I am trying not to Brittany Spears you" he- huge cute smirk. ME- oh my so goes for a women well dressed and behaved.
We were 30 min early for dinner reservation and chose to sit at bar for a glass of wine. I overheard the bartendress stating to someone she was a Gemini and controlled myself from saying " me too girlfriend!!!!!!!!!! ( only because she was at other end of bar)
I must say by the way that my friend was dressed to the hilt and looked amazing.
As a hefty Italian looking women and her mate dined on things I have never observed beside us, I finally brought her frothy looking creation in an ice cream sundae looking dish to my friends attention and he asked what it was . Well the reply was some sort of cream of crab something or another. we Both said ooooh or ewwwww. ( I hadn't eaten and this one glass of red wine had already gone to my head so excuse me)
We took to our table at 6:30 and seconds later my iced coffees and wine hit my bladder as I tried to daintilyy look around for a Restroom sign. We asked the waiter all dressed in white looking like some sort of butler and he said something about it being far far away or at least it sounded it to me.... we discussed how bad it would look to go together but I surely was not in the mood to get lost so off we soon went. and then well, we "went"
We ordered a cheese platter appetizer to which we relied on the waiter to choose which cheeses. I said I love cheese, then added just not fake!!!!!- said waiter walked away and friend yelled "just not Velveeta"....we were well on our way to our usual behavior.or unusual I shall say.
The Prime rib was amazing and I had asked for no carbs but have yet to recall even with my friends help what else was on my lovely square white plate.
The prime rib and bottle of wine was amazing and even the waiter who re assured us what happened at the "chop house stayed at the chop house" was our new found fav.
I don't know all of the details in between full mouths at the table but somehow it turned to "politics" ~ My lovely friend being from the Albany region uhhh hhhm. We were soon saying well "hellllooooooooooooooo mr governa" over and over again in tears of laughter before we departed from our ever so amazing dinner.
I could go on at the fact that I haven't clubbed in years and said friend of mine and I ended up at some local dive and I doing a poor karaoke ( and I do usually sing well but I heard we did shots..I don't do shots!!!!)
So here I am days later and receive an email message and restaurant email forward by the way requesting a restaurant review along with text from said friend saying " Helloooo Mister Governaaaaa" and now it all comes back to me. Well parts of it. Except for the part that I DO coincidentally write and do Restaurant reviews yet ...........I don't actually RECALL what I ate. Ahhhh Politics.....
Neither of us had been there before. I felt like a million bucks strolling out my apt door in a form fitting black cocktail dress. It would have aired on the side of slutty had it not been for the lace over the low dipping cleavage. Stiletto heals and clutch purse in leopard print tucked under arm ( one must carry next to zero contents for said purse....gum, receipts, lip gloss all adorned my normally perfectly made bed ) My new blond bob cut ;freshly washed and flat ironed -falling into my face .I had not seen him in a month as he lives 3.5 hrs away and we always seem to oddly begin our dates in such perfect etiquette. A mere 15 minutes after he retrieved me and my tiny black dress we were close to our desination and drove past a small club a recent 24 yr old new friend of mine owned- wow- that is where that is; I thought and then other recent memories crossed my mind as I could have fallen out the car door had it not been. well; a closed car door.
Around the bend and there we were, I had not even bent over a half an inch to retrieve my cluth purse off the car floor when Valet young hottie was opening my car door. (Note to self, bend even slightly in tight fitting dress before leaving house) I ever so daintily with legs pressed like vice grip swiveled out of now opened car telling Valet man/boy " I am trying not to Brittany Spears you" he- huge cute smirk. ME- oh my so goes for a women well dressed and behaved.
We were 30 min early for dinner reservation and chose to sit at bar for a glass of wine. I overheard the bartendress stating to someone she was a Gemini and controlled myself from saying " me too girlfriend!!!!!!!!!! ( only because she was at other end of bar)
I must say by the way that my friend was dressed to the hilt and looked amazing.
As a hefty Italian looking women and her mate dined on things I have never observed beside us, I finally brought her frothy looking creation in an ice cream sundae looking dish to my friends attention and he asked what it was . Well the reply was some sort of cream of crab something or another. we Both said ooooh or ewwwww. ( I hadn't eaten and this one glass of red wine had already gone to my head so excuse me)
We took to our table at 6:30 and seconds later my iced coffees and wine hit my bladder as I tried to daintilyy look around for a Restroom sign. We asked the waiter all dressed in white looking like some sort of butler and he said something about it being far far away or at least it sounded it to me.... we discussed how bad it would look to go together but I surely was not in the mood to get lost so off we soon went. and then well, we "went"
We ordered a cheese platter appetizer to which we relied on the waiter to choose which cheeses. I said I love cheese, then added just not fake!!!!!- said waiter walked away and friend yelled "just not Velveeta"....we were well on our way to our usual behavior.or unusual I shall say.
The Prime rib was amazing and I had asked for no carbs but have yet to recall even with my friends help what else was on my lovely square white plate.
The prime rib and bottle of wine was amazing and even the waiter who re assured us what happened at the "chop house stayed at the chop house" was our new found fav.
I don't know all of the details in between full mouths at the table but somehow it turned to "politics" ~ My lovely friend being from the Albany region uhhh hhhm. We were soon saying well "hellllooooooooooooooo mr governa" over and over again in tears of laughter before we departed from our ever so amazing dinner.
I could go on at the fact that I haven't clubbed in years and said friend of mine and I ended up at some local dive and I doing a poor karaoke ( and I do usually sing well but I heard we did shots..I don't do shots!!!!)
So here I am days later and receive an email message and restaurant email forward by the way requesting a restaurant review along with text from said friend saying " Helloooo Mister Governaaaaa" and now it all comes back to me. Well parts of it. Except for the part that I DO coincidentally write and do Restaurant reviews yet ...........I don't actually RECALL what I ate. Ahhhh Politics.....
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