The rarest of breeds

A cross contamination experiment

Unplugged 31/05/2010

Filed under: Uncategorized — koshershiksa @ 22:59

I deleted my twitter account. I know it seems like not that bigga deal. But really, it kinda is. I’ve been thinking for a little while that we are simply too “plugged in”. Hubs and I spend a lot of time on our phones looking at twitter, looking at facebook, reading about what’s going on with other people and not really thinking about whats in front of us.

I’ve tried to institute nights where we don’t have our phones out, and no computers, but it usually goes over like a lead balloon. made of speaker wire.  tied in knots. that hubs needs to take apart..NOW.  I know that I can’t change him. But it really is important to have nights off from technology and all that.  So we generally have dinner with no phones. It usually works, and I’m okay with small steps.

But I can change me. I can change the way I relate to the world. I’ve already made my vehicle a no text/internet zone, and I try pretty hard to not talk on the phone. But it’s hard. Since I’ve had my driver’s license I’ve had a cell phone, so that’ll be a hard habit to kick, but I’m working on it.

I’m also trying to cut back on stupid blogs I read that aren’t really about anything besides shopping. I know that there is a direct correlation between reading these blogs and wanting what I can’t/shouldn’t have. I mean, I’m a student, I don’t need a fancy Chanel purse. Also, reading about all the clothing lines that don’t carry my size? Not super good for me, since I tend to get really discouraged and fall apart after reading about Lilly Pulitzer’s new line that only goes to size ten. bitch.

So, I guess this post is about mid year “Hopes”. It’s time for the Shiksa family to unplug and unwind. I mean, people use to have something to talk about that they didn’t read on facebook or twitter. We use to not be so all into each others lives, minds and closets.

Which means.. this is goodbye. I’m deleting this blog. It was fun. But I think I was letting too much go on here. I’ve gotten into a little trouble by airing some dirty laundry, and it doesn’t feel good. It may all be in my head, but even if it is, it’s gotta stop.

I’m still gonna read y’alls blogs and comment, but for me? This is over, and I need to get back into my own life and start living my life off the internet.And please understand that I’m not judging anyone. This is about me and my limitations.

Red Beans and Ricely Yours.


Lazy blogger alert… 27/05/2010

Filed under: Uncategorized — koshershiksa @ 23:00

an exchange, scene: Cracker Barrel, 9:30, after all day crawfish boil, where we have about 30 beers between three people (4 for me, 2 for HB, the rest for Bob) not to mention 10 jello shots, and about three crawfish.

Bob: I hate hunting, you have to get up early, and you can’t drink.. it just sucks. Everyone at my college did it, and I did it once and decided I’d rather sleep when I’m on vacation. But fishing is fun. You go out any time of day, and you drink and you can piss off the boat..

HB: But I thought boats were so even-tempered…

Bob: NO! I mean you can, like..piss…off..a..boat…Like pee?

HB: uh huh..

<five minutes of inane chatter later>

Bob: ….I’M SO SLOW!!! OH MY GOD!

HB: Well, what I SHOULD’VE said was “but boats are so even-keeled”, get it?!

Me:< ……crickets……….>


Reading list… 18/05/2010

Filed under: Uncategorized — koshershiksa @ 00:51

I am generally reading two or three (or four) books at the same time, generally all wildly different.  While I normally favor terribly deep and mentally stimulating fare like Kafka, and Kierkegard (hahahaha), I totally understand that no one wants to read a review of those. So here’s what on my summer list, and what I’ve been getting through lately.

Dead End Gene Pool by Wendy Burden

( I post a link but I still haven’t figured that one out, and I can’t get a picture to turn out right…meh)

This is a fantastic memoir by a great(to the fifth power) granddaughter of Cornelius Vanderbilt. While the book is very technically about that lineage, the humor is in the escapades and adventures of Wendy and her immediate family. She discusses her mother, who is constantly in search of a newer, better tan, man, and drink, her brothers, who probably qualify as frequent flyers at any Betty Ford clinic, and her grandparents (on her father’s side, as she says herself, you only want to hear about the rich behaving badly, the average behaving badly just isn’t that interesting), who are blissfully drinking themselves into a Blue-Blood Stupor.

Wendy Burden is my kind of girl, as a child she became truly fascinated with the macabre and morbid, and proceeds to describe a dinner in which she horrified her grandparents and their guests by revealing that she was going to be a mortician when she grows up.  Truly, one of the funnier scenes in the book. The only part of the book that was disappointing is that it’s too short.

I also just finished

Future Homemakers of America by Laurie Graham

This is a fantastic novel about a group of women who are friends in the fifties, through their husbands who are Airmen for the US in England. Graham herself is English, but has such a way with the mid-century, Texan, idiom that you wouldn’t know it. The main character in the book is Peggy Dewey, married to Vern, and is honestly, a very long way from home (Converse, Texas). Graham crafts a story about five women told through one woman’s eyes, and it follows them all the way through the mid nineties. This book never felt tedious, and was never boring, although, as with any book in this style, it took me a few chapters to keep everything straight.

The part of this book that I loved the most was the recipes from each housewife sprinkled throughout. They all seem like things you would find in a Good Housekeeping in 1954, and I love it. A three color refrigerator cake, made with all jello???? You better believe I’m trying it. I’m not going to make you try it, in fact, I may be so embarrassed by the effort that I will never mention it again. Swear.

An author that I am generally reading at any point,

Lincoln by Gore Vidal

This is a little historical fiction by my favorite author of all time.  I’m honestly getting through this one rather slowly, but I know why, this one IS a little tedious. I’m enjoying the story, but I’m getting a little tired by the details. Vidal is NOTHING if not well researched.

If I was to recommend anything by Gore Vidal, it would be his original fiction. Duluth, The City and the Pillar (homophobes need not apply), and Julian are three of my favorites. I also enjoy his essays, but they can get a little heavy if you aren’t much into politics. And his politics can get very, very heavy.

The Making of a Chef by Michael Ruhlman

Don’t even. Stupid tedious. I mean, unless you are researching the Culinary Institute of America as a potential student. Then by all means, don’t take my word for it. Also, no recipes. BOO!

I’m about to start Mrs. Astor Regrets by Meryl Gordon

I LOVE reading about old WASPy culture, and that bygone era. I think I was born in the wrong time. Cocktail hour? Handwritten correspondence? Tea Service? Finger Bowls???? I just get to read about it.

I’m also excited about My Fair Lazy by Jen Lancaster

I’ve been reading her blog for years (, since before the first book came out,  Bitter is the new Black in 2005. She’s terribly funny, and can be a bit “brusque”, but as long as you’re the one laughing WITH her? It’s all fun and games.

So that’s my list. I don’t usually do “summer beach reads”, I’ve never been totally sure what that means, as you can usually find me blowing off responsibilities to finish up a book (HB knows I’m kidding….right?).  There’s also the new Charlaine Harris, that I would tell you all about, but I think I’m a little embarrassed by the fact that I’ve had the release on my iPhone calendar, and the fact that I’ve re-read the whole Sookie Stackhouse series in anticipation. Cat’s outta the bag. At least I’m not  Twi-Hard. Real vampires don’t sparkle, and they also don’t bite their lips and sigh, and real vampires don’t go back to high school. And honestly, what sort of vampire would actually wait for Kristin Stewart? I probably shouldn’t offend one of my most loyal readers, though, so I take it all back. Let me get started on the backspace key, Tear-uh.

(semi-private note to Tear-uh, you know that’s how the Right Reverend wrote your name in his index cards for your wedding, right?, still cracks me UP!)


Blogosaurus. 17/05/2010

Filed under: Uncategorized — koshershiksa @ 00:14

Like the title? It has no relation to what you are about to read. Mostly cause I can never think of a title for these things, even when I have something semi-interesting to write about.

Well, we had the surprise party for Huggy, and it went really, really, surprisingly well. I didn’t get completely trashed and yell, and I also didn’t flip out. Except when HB was asking me to multi task and come up with a bar to go to, and I yelled” They’re YOUR friends, it’s YOUR party, YOU figure it out.” Did I mention that I did have just enough to drink to not want to multi task, not to mention the fact that I’d been planning for three weeks, and DIDN’T WANT TO PLAN ANYMORE?! Oh, right, that. But I apologized almost immediately after, so I don’t think there was any damage done.

This was after HB and I had a pretty intense argument a few days before, and while I’m not going to describe the “discussion” here, as it is non of your beeswax, I will suggest that I was “invited” to “sleep on the couch” and “find a new husband/(figurative)punchingbag”.  I hadn’t slept in several days, and the dog had just peed on the bed. After the party, HB saw why I was so incredibly stressed, and I think we agreed no more surprise parties, as I CANNOT keep a secret and be calm about it. Enough.

It was a fantastic party, and if you are looking for  Houston-area restaurant to host a party, I strongly recommend Stella Sola, .

Here’s my turn signal before I take a SHARP left turn.

I collect china and serveware. It’s a completely silly thing to collect in a one bedroom apartment with 4 (!) animals, but, I love china, and teapots, and egg dishes, and things like that. In fact I spend a LOT of time in thrift stores scanning aisles just looking for some sweet teacups, and the like. I am not sure I’ve mentioned this before, but I use to live like a gypsy in the night. I could pack my whole life into my car and be gone in a few hours. and I loved it. Notsomuch anymore. I have two sets of china, my own and my grandmothers, several mismatched place settings that I’ve found through the years, many, many plates and cups and things like that from our wedding (not as gifts, but as decor, we purchased plates and used them rather than renting). Teapots and service, too.

This is a genetic condition, as my father instilled this love for breakable things in me, after his own mother instilled it in him. (lets also examine the clutziness gene that comes from that side of the family) So, sometimes Daddy will give me something unique, and lovely, and fantastic, and today was a special day in collecting for me.

Another TEAPOT!

It actually comes with two cups and saucers, and blah blah blah. I know this isn’t some fancypants uber-expensive piece. But, what I love about the things that I collect is that I will USE them, and I can have pretty things to look at AND use! This is the Ava teapot from Marquis by Waterford. I love it.

Also, later this week, you will find me, once again, rearranging all of my china in my breakfront to accommodate my new baby.

Now I need to find some blooming tea.

Tomorrow night I’m going to try a recipe for a chicken breast marinade and the main ingredient is ROOT BEER! I’m excited. I’ll let you know how it turns out.



Clowns to the left of me, Jokers to the right… 09/05/2010

Filed under: Uncategorized — koshershiksa @ 22:17

Here I am,

Stuck in the middle with you.

Happy Birthday, Huggy Bear.


Answers? NO. Ideas? YES! 06/05/2010

Filed under: Uncategorized — koshershiksa @ 23:16

Thank you “all” so much for letting me get all that outta my system. I’ve had a couple of breaks in the last few days that are helping me clean out the cobwebs, and get back to myself. At least, start THAT whole process.

First off, I’m going to take a break from Quick Weight Loss Centers. I wasn’t doing very well at it, and frankly, going in there three times a week and listening to them tell me that being social is “so easy” on the plan, I just need to stick to it, and that “one glass of wine will stuck to your hips for weeks”, really made me feel guilty about the whole thing. SCREW A WHOLE BUNCH OF THAT. You know? I’ve lost about 17 pounds, and not all of it has been because I denied myself the pleasure of food and drink. A whole lot of it was because I am learning that sometimes just a taste is enough, and two bites of something totally sinful really will satisfy me, but I am also learning that when my body/brain needs chocolate? Baby, do NOT get in my way, and I’m NOT going to be made to feel guilty about it.

I’m re-reading Naturally Thin by Bethenny Frankel, and frankly, she lays it all out so well, and she’s just right.  She talks a lot about “banking foods” which is the best idea I’ve heard in a LONG time. It means that if you eat, for example, a piece of chocolate cake? Then for the next few meals, you don’t have dessert, or carbs, or the other way around, if you eat salad and raw veggies for a few days, then when you go out on the weekend, that piece of dessert won’t kill you. I LOVE IT! It’s the most sane dieting advice I’ve heard, ever. (I’m not receiving any sort of compensation for this, but I do love Bethenny, and if she wants to send me a SkinnyGirl Margarita? I’m down).

So, I’m not giving up on dieting, and I’m not going to stop watching what I eat, and I’m SURE AS SHIT not going to gain any of that weight back. In fact, I still plan on losing about 60 more pounds, but I’m going to do it slowly, and sensibly, and if that means I’m not in a swimsuit this summer? I’ll do it by next summer. I’m only 25, I have many more summers to go, and I need to do this to change the way I feel about food. period.

Also, I got some supperhappyfunland news from my endocrinologist. My thyroid meds are WORKING, like really well, and I’m on the right dosage, and if I play my cards right, and lose the weight, I might be able to go off of them! YAY! I mean, if I have to stay on them forever that’s totally cool, but I just really want my thyroid to work. See, my aunt had to have her thyroid removed, and it was probably due to cancer, so, if I’m well enough to go off the meds, that mean I wouldn’t have cancer, right? Well, whatever, it makes sense in my head.

Then, I went and took the census takers test, and I kicked it’s ASS. The guy giving me the test said I did great, and they should call me soon. Which would be great, cause it’s really hard to look for a job when you are sharing a car with your husband. He either has the car, or needs to be picked up, and I don’t see how one car (permanently) families do it. In Houston. In the dead of summer when no one in their right mind would wait on a bus if they didn’t have to.

I guess what I mean to say is, I put all my needs and wants out into the universe, and along with a serious perspective change (thank you Tara, no sarcasm, you always say what I need to hear), and things are starting to look better.

Besides, it could be worse, I could be friends with Jill Zarin, right?!



Everybody wants the same thing. 03/05/2010

Filed under: Uncategorized — koshershiksa @ 22:45

If you’re waiting for your wings but you just got legs
And you’re feeding all your chickens but they won’t lay eggs
When you open up your drawers and see your janky clothes
Just remember life’s in love with you but let’s suppose
That God ain’t gonna drop you no hundred dollar bill
You’re got to question your intentions
‘Cause the bad ones kill

Everybody wants the same thing
Everybody wants the same thing
No trading places on the chain gang
It doesn’t matter how you swing it
Everybody wants the same thing

When your exit sign is coming could be ’round any bend
Now did you live your life proper did you just pretend
That you knew what you were talking about
Which side was your fence
When the hammer comes down it never makes no sense
Chaos is not a virtue, paranoia loads the bases
Just imagine giant rivers overflowing with their faces

Everybody wants the same thing
Everybody wants the same thing
No trading places on the chain gang
It doesn’t matter how you swing it
Everybody wants the same thing

What is it that you want?
What is it that you give?
Where do you plan on finding it?
How do you want to live?

What is it that you want?
What is it that you give?
Where do you plan on finding it?
How do you want to live?

What is it that you want?
What is it that you give?
Where do you plan on finding it?
How do you want to live?

Love is what I want
Love is what I give
Right here’s where I’m finding it
That’s how I’m gonna live

Love is what I want
Love is what I give
Right here’s where I’m finding it
That’s how I’m gonna live

Love is what I want
Love is what I give
Right here’s where I’m finding it
That’s how I’m gonna live

Everybody wants the same thing
Everybody wants the same thing
No trading places on the chain gang
It doesn’t matter how you swing it
Everybody wants the same thing

Scissor Sisters.