Saturday Indulgences…

Saturday Indulgences…

On any typical Saturday in my home, you will find a variety of activity going on from the mendacity of housework to the thrill of laundry.

As in all cases, being a Domestic Diva is a tough job…

However, occasionally some inspiration strikes and suddenly you find that your Saturday morning is not so typical.

This was one of those days.

Enter Ellie Krieger from Food Network and what follows is my utterly indulgent and highly caloric breakfast treat!

Here is my take on her “calorie conscious recipe,” however I improvised nicely with things I already had in the house.

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Didn't you get my memo?

Didn't you get my memo?

Or maybe I should say, didn’t you read my memo?

Communication is highly under-rated, until Miss Communication showed up unexpectedly.

Can someone please show her the door… I really need to get dressed.

Nothing artificial, with no added sweetener.

A friend from a multitude of social networks who also is a blogger has put a challenge to all her Gal Pal’s to take up her Bodacious Challenge and broadcast it to all of you, my Gentle Readers.

Therefore, with little encouragement needed, I am joining the cause and will join her in an occasional boldly bodacious post, of which today is the first installment.

Unlike CitizenJaney however, I am not a big fan of women. I think it is sad to see women spending an inordinate amount of time wishing to be someone they are not, hoping they look different than they do, and never being really happy with who they are.

I mean really, girls, it is not becoming behavior in the least.

But I digress, Janey asked us to talk about that body part I love the most and as you know, Gentle Reader, I am far from shy.

Shocking, I know… but there it is.

I have shamelessly posted my autographed décolletage for the entire internet to see, thanks to Abby Franquemont! I even participated in Boobie-Thon to raise both breast cancer awareness and a few dollars for the cause!

Obviously, I like my breasts. However, the truth is that I like my entire body very much, including all of its parts. From the stretch marks that I earned carrying my children to my curvy backside complete with some “junk in the trunk,” as my daughter would say, I really like me.

While it is not the airbrushed perfection that you would see gracing the pages of magazines, it is very real.

Just how I like it…and bodaciously so.

Eat Fresh?

In my ongoing attempt to provide you humor for your day I was helpless to share with you all my latest and greatest in the ever elusive search for gainful employment.

As you may, or may not, be aware I live in a state with an inordinate number of Fellow Gainfully Unemployed Souls. Yes, while unemployment nationwide checked in at 10% at year end, Michigan weighed in at a whopping14.6%.

So, with dozens, if not hundreds, of applicants for almost every job I have applied for it becomes a challenge to stand out in the Sea of Unemployed.

But, I try.

What follows is my latest foray, shared here for you all. Seriously, I can’t make this shit up people.

I had an interview with a local fast food chain yesterday for an entry level position.

Yes, you read that right; an entry level position.

So, I did what every good applicant does before an interview.

Or so I thought…

I cleaned myself up.

You know shower, shave, put on clean and pressed clothing, etc. All in an attempt to look “professional” rather than just another desperate hack trying to scramble to the top of the dung heap!

My endeavor was apparently not appreciated because my interviewer was less than impressed with me, and he was more than willing, if not eager, to share his thoughts on the matter, and I quote:

“You are grossly over-qualified….and it would be helpful if you looked like you could actually ‘do’ the work required. This is a job where you actually have to work hard and you have frankly wasted my time.”

It appears I have been banished by the SubNazi.

Evidently you need to be Dumber than a Box of Rocks, dress like Clem Kadiddlehopper, and possess the strength of Hercules to make subs.

Who knew.

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