Swinging with Trader Joe's Popped Potato Chips

These are my new favorite salty snack. They taste a bit like Munchos (love the processed potato flavor!) but are definitely better for you--120 calories and 4 grams of fat per 22 chip-serving. The only downside is that they're so addictive, I could easily polish off the entire bag (3 servings) if I wasn't careful.

Summer TV is really slow (thank goodness for that, as I was running out of hours in the week to watch TV!), so the only regular show on my watch list is Swingtown. I started watching out of curiosity because it takes place in my town and was written by someone who grew up here, but the show has really grown on me. It's not only entertaining and funny in a cheesy way, but is actually somewhat meaningful, exploring the relationships of people my age and socio-economic status, which is maybe why I like it--not that I can relate to the swinging aspects. Nosiree, not me.

Hershey's Orange Creme Kisses

I just had these for the first time and despite my trepidation, found them delicious. I think I was nervous because I was envisioning something akin to a chocolate-covered orange slice. Don't expect chocolate--the white chocolate makes it more like a Creamsicle, but smoother and more intense. I think they're only around for a limited time, though, so time to stock up.

Man Cold

Wowza--it's been a while since my last post. A finally had shoulder surgery for his ski injury from March (or should I say, he finally bothered to get it looked at, and scheduled the surgery pretty quickly after he discovered that he broke the shoulder socket and tore his labrum), and it has been a tortuous week. Sure, I feel bad for him, but I feel even worse for me. It's funny, because all women who know about the surgery have the same reaction: men are lousy patients. One friend even directed me to this hilarious Man Cold video, and it's spot on. A is not a demanding patient, but he basically lies around, looking and acting miserable. I wish he'd at least articulate something I could do for him, because I don't have much patience or pity for his general state of unhappiness. This past week has got me thinking that there must be some correlation between the origins of the word patient (as in my miserable post-surgery patient) and patient (as in my general lack thereof).

T has been in desperate need of a haircut and we finally got it done yesterday: a faux-hawk. He initially wanted a buzz cut, then settled on a mohawk, and I compromised with a faux-hawk. I even took him downtown to my salon, because I'm not going to let just anyone touch his hair for something this dramatic! It actually looks really good on him--the boy could make almost any hairdo look awesome. As much as I liked his floppy surfer do, I like being able to see his eyes! His soccer nickname was the shaggy dog, and he said now Coach needs to give him a new nickname!

Yes! Stephanie won Top Chef! All is right in the world, though for a moment, the show gave me a scare with all the Lisa praise. I actually met Stephanie in person and she's just as low-key and down-to-earth as she appears on the show. The kids got a kick out of meeting her, and we can't wait until her new restaurant opens.

Work woes

For once, I'd like to be the client. I guess I am sometimes the client when I use outside counsel, but I am a nice client with realistic expectations (or so I like to think). No really, I do think I'm a good client.

Signed,

Frustrated and working on a contract late at night