This is news to me. I thought everything that was in the back of the fridge is suppose to freeze – – cheese, veggies, lettuce, everything and anything. I was reading The Haggler, the New York Times column written by David Segal, and I came across a Whirlpool update: ” I wanted to let you know that the new refrigerator was delivered on Tuesday. And it sounds like a normal fridge! Also, I put a bag of lettuce toward the back of the fridge and it didn’t freeze.”
WHAT?!? Is this is a joke? I had my own nightmare of a fridge and after a year of constant repairs (the water dispenser kept freezing) I finally connected with a wonderful helpful rep on the phone and she actually had it replaced. I wanted to write a nice letter to her supervisor but I was afraid they would fire her for replacing the fridge . . . since absolutely no one else I spoke with would do anything except send a repair person over with lots of sticky tape! Read my February 23, 2011 post for details: https://thesommertimes.wordpress.com/tag/kitchenaid-nightmare/
I can’t even begin to tell you how many veggies, cheeses, and just about anything in the back of my fridge has to be thrown out because it all freezes if I leave it in the fridge for more than a day. So I read the column last week, went shopping, bought some chicken cutlets to stir fry, put the package in the bottom drawer and by the next day it was frozen. And when I say bottom drawer I don’t mean the freezer! I still dream of trashing my Kitchenaid fridge and I’ve talked several of my friends out of buying one . . . but, probably, not enough to make a difference.
Spread the word — And the word is NOT Kitchenaid.
Read the above quote this morning in the New York Times Sunday Styles section while sipping on my banana, peanut butter, and almond milk shake. Apparently it is Kate Moss’s infamous quote. I’ve never heard it before but I’m finding it very inspiring . . . yes, inspiring me to get skinny . . . because I do agree — skinny feels good (to me.)
I’m not sure Drew agrees so much with my version of skinny (I know I won’t reach that level of skinniness but I’m shooting for age appropriate skinny.) He always thought I needed more meat on my bones (and chest) when I was real skinny. I’ve been wearing a bra now for 10 years . . . well, 50% of the time — every part is just too saggy with all this weight. I think if I had been skinny all these years I wouldn’t have so much sag. I’m sure I would have some — it does come with age and probably the only way to avoid the sag is surgery which is not on my bucket list.
Anyway, I was reading the Sunday paper and jotted down the quote. Maybe I should post it in my car so when I go to Trader Joe’s and I pass the bon bons I keep walking. I could save all my bon bon money and buy the pillow from Kirna Zabete — It’s a Jonathan Adler needlepoint pillow. (Which is why it was in the Styles section.) Pricey but cute. After all, needlepoint is a lot of work. I’m always looking at crafty things in stores thinking, “That’s expensive. I could do that myself.” But I don’t . . . so much work. The store is located in Soho — from the looks of the website it seems like an upscale store for skinny people.
Now “Stupid is as stupid does,” keeps popping in my head. Why is that?
Another memoir . . . why do I bother? It’s been about 2 weeks since I mentioned my obsession with trying to read memoirs. Well, to update you on my reading — I haven’t picked up Foreskin’s Lament since my train ride two weeks ago. I know it’s been two weeks because days after I started reading it I stopped in the library and took out Art and Madness: A Memoir of Lust Without Reason. It was a 2 week book. I read 24 pages in 2 sittings. Not much, but I did like the book, I think. As I read it I kept repeating to myself, “I like this book. Finally a book I can get lost in.” Nope, apparently the book got lost on my dining room table (not a hard thing to do) and then I received an email reminder saying the book is due. So that was it. I somehow don’t feel like I need to read it. I might change my mind. But I don’t hear it calling me right now.
Foreskins Lament, however, I’m pretty sure I will finish. Maybe it’s because it’s a paperback and it doesn’t have to be returned to the library and I can throw it in my purse.
New York Times Book Review (5/22/2011) article, Body of Work by Frank Bruni caught my eye. He reviews The Man in the Gray Flannel Skirt by Jon-Jon Goulian. Says Bruni, ” . . . he writes in a rhythmic, proudly florid manner. Frock or no frock, the man knows how to shape a sentence and a paragraph. . . . and he peppers his narrative with engaging chararcters . . .” Maybe have to add it to my memoir list. Wait did he say ‘proudly florid’? Maybe not add it to my list.
Beautiful day, took my 50% off Borders coupon and bought a book, The Psychopath Test: A Journey Through the Madness Industry by Jon Ronson — not a memoir and one that Rachel texted me and said she wanted to read. Me from NPR, her from the Daily Show.
We aRe family!