Saturday, November 1, 2008

Winner, Winner...Chicken Dinner!

One of my most unexpected joys is the suburban-dream-life we've happened upon. Before living on the cul-de-sac that we now call heaven, we were decidedly hip, urban DINKs (especially in our minds.)

Now, all that has changed.

We've become one of those predictable, conservative families that you'd expect to find living in a safe neighborhood with well-manicured lawns. You probably know someone just like us who vacations in Florida and goes to church 3 out of 4 weekends.

Me-ten-years-ago would have been rolling my eyes at me-now for being so...provincial. And for being one of those families on a street brimming with over-indulged kids who get sent to time-out instead of getting old school beat when they act up.

Can you picture our little street? Its a place where people demonstrate courtesy and keep and eye on each other. Neighbors come outside every afternoon to watch the kids play and discuss our comings and goings. We know each other by name and have old fashion block parties in the street. I couldn't have hand-picked nicer people to share a place in the world with.

Our Halloween festivities included trick-or-treating for the kids and a chili cook-off for the bigger kids. 18 pots were entered in this, our first annual street cook-off organized by our mayor and social chairman who lives next door.

The husbands on the street really embraced the game, but who says a good pot of chili is man's domain? I was almost giddy when I learned there was a trophy involved. A trophy...a forever, tangible reminder of victory.

I brought my A-game and a simple strategy: make a chicken chili that would stand out amongst all the beef and would appeal to the women. Well, it worked. I took the first place trophy and a little bit of ribbing by the men. A few congratulated me on winning the "chicken soup" contest. I'm not the only one who wanted that trophy, it seems.

The trophy will occupy a place of honor in my house. And it will be visible when said, lovely neighbors come over so we can rejoice in the memory of my big moment. I'm already working out some ideas for next year's contest. I have to defend my title and step it up now that they know Superstar don't play.

What a decadent week its been for me!

The idyllic life on this cul-de-sac, quiet and boring though it may seem to the outside world, is not without opportunities to shine.

And shine where I must.

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Let's not forget the Pretty Boys...

Tit for tat. Since talking about beautiful people seems to be such a popular subject of blog got a quick shout out on 1560 The Game yesterday, (Thanks Ken and David) I thought it would be fun to talk about some pretty men.

There are no salacious men in the local media. It seems being "good" is enough to get you a chair and keep-it-for-like-50-years, Dave Ward. Does anyone else change the channel before Before We Go?

Not to worry. In addition to my fetish for keeping up with the local media, I also have a thing for HGTV. Yes, and a soft spot for beautiful men who can do shock and awe on your window treatments and are dressed to kill, besides.

My top three picks for pretty boy Design Darlings are the epitome of beauty, talent and panache. Is there a girl out there who wouldn't love to share a chai tea and pour over House Beautiful with any one of these sweeties? Doubt they'll be talkin' about me on the radio tomorrow...

David Bromstad

He's the guy that won the first Design Star. Now he hosts Color Splash where he always leaves the lucky client with an original piece of signed artwork. He manages about three outfit changes per 30 minute episode while his side kick Danielle does all the dirty work.
Anyone catch his "Make life thizzle" commercial? Lisp and all, we love him 'cause he's darling and no one can argue with his flamboyant design skills. (Did you know that "flamboyant" comes from the french word flamboyer meaning "to flame"?) I wish he'd flambe' my dining room.

Nate Berkus

Nate is to design what Rachael Ray is to food. There's his pretty face on the cover of Out magazine (...collective sigh.) He's got at least one book out, a line of lovlies at Linens N Things and list list of celebrity clients.

Nate, Precious Nate, please come have your way with my kitchen, please.

Marc Bartolomeo

This Romeo is the electrician/carpenter from Save My Bath and In a Fix. Cute, huh?

Marc is the only potential metro of the bunch; although he does call himself "Sparky." And he is a part-time DJ and underwear model. Hmmmm. Either way, he's a cutie and a live wire and I have three bathrooms in my house with Marc's name on them.

Advance props to MMA who is hearing about all my designer boyfriends for the first time. He'll be the first to tell you that real men don't watch HGTV. But he is nothing if not a good sport and Superstar's biggest fan.

Which TV designer would you pick to do your home?