Potpourri
Fresh strawberry and peas. Yum. I went strawberry picking (again) yesterday, and picked up peas at the farmer’s market. My favorites. I love this time of year, just for strawberries and peas.
Here was an interesting message on my answering machine: ‘Hi. This is Bonnie Helman at the Carenet Pregnancy Center. My phone number is 484-5413.’ I’m not pregnant. I’m pretty sure Caroline isn’t, and I’m positive Rich isn’t. It’s either a fund-raising call or a wrong number. A really wrong number, since I did a search for 802-484-5413, and got a private residence, and a search for Pregnancy Carenet in Vermont shows different phone numbers.
Last night I saw "The Devil Wears Prada." It was a fun movie, but the situations were certainly frustrating. I don’t think anyone should put up with the kind of crap that the boss (played by a spellbinding and fabulous Meryl Streep) was dishing out and I didn’t like the way the main character (Andy, new college graduate and aspiring journalist) decided that she had to look like every other fashion-conscious person at the company (including going from a size 6 to a size 4 - since when is a size 6 considered fat?).
And I just don’t get the allure of high-heeled shoes. If I had to have a job that demanded I wear 6-inch spike heels - just forget it. Nothing is worth spike heels.
Here was an interesting message on my answering machine: ‘Hi. This is Bonnie Helman at the Carenet Pregnancy Center. My phone number is 484-5413.’ I’m not pregnant. I’m pretty sure Caroline isn’t, and I’m positive Rich isn’t. It’s either a fund-raising call or a wrong number. A really wrong number, since I did a search for 802-484-5413, and got a private residence, and a search for Pregnancy Carenet in Vermont shows different phone numbers.
Last night I saw "The Devil Wears Prada." It was a fun movie, but the situations were certainly frustrating. I don’t think anyone should put up with the kind of crap that the boss (played by a spellbinding and fabulous Meryl Streep) was dishing out and I didn’t like the way the main character (Andy, new college graduate and aspiring journalist) decided that she had to look like every other fashion-conscious person at the company (including going from a size 6 to a size 4 - since when is a size 6 considered fat?).
And I just don’t get the allure of high-heeled shoes. If I had to have a job that demanded I wear 6-inch spike heels - just forget it. Nothing is worth spike heels.