At LaGuardia Airport ready to head home from my 8 days in NYC. I’ll be posting reviews of the 2 shows I saw soon but here is a picture to tide you over til then.
This was my main mode of transportation for the last week. I miss my Volvo.
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The spouse and two kids are all long legged, tall people. I am not. I am short with stubby legs. When they all walk down the street, I’m practically running to keep up- at the least, I’m race-walking. They stop at the corner to wait for me. I catch up, panting for breath and before I can rest a second, off they go again. I am constantly playing catch up. I know they are annoyed but so am I.
Join me this Sunday here as my alter ego blogs about Pensacola: http://petitfoursandhottamales.com/ This is a great blog to follow. Lots of cool info. They have a Sunday travel feature that’s awesome. Check out the archives section.
In Medieval times, a red door on a church signified sanctuary- a place where an accused criminal could be safe from arrest. The accused could ask for protection while in the church. If I remember right, the protection was for up to 14 days. Don’t quote me because I’m reaching way back to dig this info from the old memory bank (and it could be 40). The right to sanctuary was abolished by James I in the early 1620s. There is still a tradition of red doors on many churches.
Red doors have always fascinated me. I find them very appealing. I have quite a collection of pictures of red doors. Seems like I collect them. This one is in the Chelsea area of NYC. I love the detail at the top.
Favorite place to eat in NYC. Great Chicken scallopini and cannolis to die for. Can you tell I’m gearing up for a trip to NYC? Can’t say when I’m going, but I’m going. And I’m gonna eat here. FER SURE! It is in Little Italy. Highly recommended.
I even used it in one of my books.
I have front row center tickets to see this:
On Broadway. Won’t tell when since I don’t want to divulge that secret info- just know I am excited and can’t wait. Can’t believe my luck and I’m praying neither will get sick and need an understudy!
We have a large Keurig at the office and I have a smaller one at home. This thing is the best invention ever! 
I love, love, love how I can brew what I like and then the person behind me can brew what they like and it only takes a minute to have the perfect drink. We have one guy that likes his coffee so strong that it could lift his car. I like mine so weak it doesn’t even look brown. And we can both be happy in the space of three minutes.
I adore the teas, hot as well as iced. I have run the same K-cup through the mahine 5 times to get a partial pitcher of iced tea. Fill the rest of the pitcher with cold water and you’re set. I like the raspberry. The best hot drink I’ve found is the Chai tea. I am not a fan of sweet drinks and both the raspberry and the chai are not too sweet. They need no additives. Of course, you sugar junkies can add all you want. I’ll pass.
One of the other women at the office brought in iced coffee K-cups last week, I haven’t tried one yet but everyone is raving about how wonderful it is. Memo to self: drink some before it goes the way of the dodo bird. Like tomorrow.
Anyway, I recommend this baby for anyone who likes liquid. Two thumbs way up!
The Five Sisters Blues Cafe is a new restaurant in Pensacola located at Belmont and Devilliers. It is a cute place reminiscent of New Orleans restaurants. It has brick walls and columns and echoes like crazy in there. They also have an outdoor dining area with ceiling fans. I went today with my friend, John, and the place was hopping. Saw loads of other people I know.
Good country food- excellent fried chicken. Had to pass on the banana pudding as I had no room but I bet it was awesome.
They have po boys made with Gambinos bread as well as the good old fashioned country cooking. The name is a tribute from the owner to his mother and her four sisters. I highly recommend the place. I know I’ll be back; over and over since it is a short walk from my office. Go early as the parking is limited. By the way, you can also enjoy a cocktail while you are there, if you are so inclined.
Check out the menu: http://fivesistersbluescafe.com/menu/
When I got to court today, the marshal service was excited to report that the new security system had been installed and that I now had more protection with a camera right beside me focused on me and my table where I conduct proceedings. That was nice to know. There has always been security at the main entrance and there was only one monitor for the whole courtroom in the old bldg.
We have moved to a new bldg and now there is a full control room. Imagine my delight when I came back from my lunch break and was invited by the senior marshal on duty for a private tour of the control room. It is amazing. There are TONS of cameras all over the bldg and parking areas. They have about 25 monitors- AND they are COLOR! I’ve never seen a color one. We are moving up town.
I told the guys that I didn’t ever want to be in the holding cell and be on that particular monitor. LOL! Jail cells are not somewhere I’d ever want to be.
The US Marshals assigned to that bldg are all truly remarkable and love their jobs. They are so good to me and I am happy that I got a tour. I would’ve never asked for such but I loved it. Made me feel special on a blah day.
I had a case of the blahs this past weekend. I just couldn’t get motivated to do anything much. I actually read 2 books which is rare for me anymore. I did spend Saturday with my friends, Marie, Victoria and Maureen and we had a blast. Came home to the blahs on Sunday and Monday though. Perhaps I was just tired from the writing of 15,000 words the weekend and Mon and Tues of last week. Maybe I needed to recharge my batteries.
Where the heck is that bunny when you need it?
And- where does it get that all that energy? Speed?
I had depositions this afternoon that canceled at the last minute and was able to join some friends for painting, wine and shop talk. I never do this. I stay at the office and plug away. I was encouraged by my staff to run away and play (think they were trying to get rid of me so they could party, too?) Anyway, I had a ball and check out my painting:
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