Raunt!

I hate toilet paper squares that tear off so easily it takes you 50,000 pats-o-da-roll to get a good size 'mitt'! Honestly. It seems to be a commercial toilet paper issue. You go into a stall where already, the tp is installed at the height for a leprechaun to reach it, and you give a little tug and one sheet pulls off. Then, you can't without "buns up," reach far enough to get more. You finally get a little corner of another sheet, and poof! off comes one more square. Ya'bun-up again, and meet with the same fate. By this time, you're basically air dry, so you say a 'whatever' and call it a day. But really, how crazy is all that. Time for the mass-toilet-paper-makers to stop being chintzy on the cheeks!

Review of "after the quake" ... a great play only open for one more weekend in Minneapolis!

Republic Restaurant

Guess I'm going to use this Blog for all things Betsy. Woot! And thanks to my aunt, Mitzi, who I know loves me so much that she will actually read everything I post.
Aunties rock, aunties rule,
aunties think that kids are cool!

1.30.11

Rave


I love coffee mugs with destinations illustrated on them. This morning, I went to Moose and Sadie's, one of my favorite coffee shops, without leaving home first, then I actually went TO Moose and Sadie's for more. It's a good morning. My aunt got me started on these little joys. Some mornings, I go to Florida, the Sunshine State, other days I take my coffee from Dean and Deluca in NYC, or Coffee Talk in Taylors Falls. These are really NICE mugs, porcelain with nice sippy edges. You have to draw the line somewhere! Some perhaps may be a little on the tacky side in terms of 'decor' but they all bring me to a place, at least in my mind and my mouth, that provides a great little respite to get the day started with. And for the evenings? Well, I take my chammomile tea with my "big sister who loves me," "the Buddah," or Van Gogh's Starry Night. It's not Paris, but it's not bad! Who needs a vacation or a staycation when you can have a caffination evey day?!

1.23.11

Rave and Raunt. A new idea for 2011.

I love people who put a lil'extra time in parking meters! It's like the ultimate urban pay-it-forward tactic. I think you'll all be in heaven sooner than I. I try to bring quarters, really I do. But I'm so sad that meters don't accept other coins anymore. It's really just like social classes, isn't it? The big and shiny take all. What's wrong with little faux copper pennies? NOTHING. What's wrong with slim, sleek dimes? NOTHING. What's wrong with chubby, tarnished nickels? NOTHING. But *sigh* ... only big, "designed" quarters rule on the streets. That's sad. I hate that only quarters rule on the streets. So, this is a raunt and a rave: I love people who are organized enough to have quarters with them at all times and are generous enough to "spare a quarter" for those of us who just might come up short in the change (or well, accepted change) department. And I hate that, even in the world of coin, there's an established hierarchy based on size. Harumph!