Monday Night Music Fix: American Doll Posse by Tori Amos

Check out three tracks from ADP...

Big Wheel

Bouncing Off Clouds

Secret Spell

Wow it has been awhile since I have gotten a chance to post. No Monday Music...no Thursday Thirteen...no Friday Film Fest!

We have had the sickness in our house. Actually not our house but at my in laws. You see, last Saturday night we drove back to Ohio to finalize some paperwork on the house and restaurant. Our plan was to stay until Wednesday morn.

Plans changed. Bigtime. Wednesday morning rolled around and the boy woke up with MASSIVE diarrhea and a case of the throw ups. Not awesome. We collectively decided NOT to drive 7-8 hours back to NYC until his sickness had cleared up. The Chef also came down with the sickness and they both spent the day in bed.

Thursday rolls around and the Chef decides to fly back to NYC and return to get us later on in the week so we could pack our apartment up and move back to Ohio. So confusing and ridiculous I know. But that is how we work. And we work well together.

Long story short, the boy ends up in the ER for dehydration Friday night. He spends all night hooked up to an IV (awful to watch by the way) and we wait for him to pee. Finally 3am we are discharged and my amazing in laws head up to the hospital so we don't have to drive by ourselves home. Wonderful...

Saturday morning. The sickness is back. This time it has struck the Chef's Widow. That's right I was on the toilet while puking in the bathtub from 7am-5pm. Honestly I have NEVER felt that bad. NEVER. When I was in college, I had a slight tendency to abuse alcohol, many times I would finish a fifth of Jack Daniels in one sitting. After those unbelievable nights that I barely remember I never felt as bad as I did on Saturday. Thank god again for my in laws. They took care of the boy, made me jello, bought me Gatorade, and even cleaned the room that I had polluted with my sickness after it was all over. I really married into the right family:)

That is all I have for now. Ciao Ciao.

Friday Film Feature

I am starting a new segment today on Chef's Widow called Friday Film Feature. The Chef & I watch so many films together so I thought I would do something with that.

When the chef & I started dating in high school, our love of films (and weed) is really what brought us together. I remember going to Blockbuster at 15 with him and picking out the craziest most avant garde film we could find. Back then we were way more adventurous in our taste, although some of the movies we professed our love for were really cheese.

Now we have become horror guru's. We have become obsessed with gore and campy violence. Although the film I am recommending today is definitely not in that genre.


Leonard Cohen: I'm Your Man
First of all, this documentary focuses on a concert that was a tribute to Leonard Cohen, an artist and a poet that has been influential to countless others. This Sidney concert gathered a lot of talent that came together to celebrate his music. Lian Lunson, an Australian director, has taken the best tracks of the historical presentation that mixes well with the man it's paying homage to. Let the viewer be clear that for a better picture of who this man is and what he has done in his life, it will not be found in this movie. For that, anyone interested in Cohen's life must go somewhere else because of the limitations this medium had.

The life of Leonard Cohen is examined briefly as an on camera interview with him at his Los Angeles home. Several biographical bits of information are revealed during that conversation, but of course, it only covers the highlights of his life in sketchy details. One gets to know, for instance, about his early life in Montreal. The death of the father when Cohen was nine. His New York stay, at the legendary Chelsea Hotel, home of the cool people that influenced a whole generation. Then one learns about Mr. Cohen's introduction to Zen Buddhism and his becoming a monk.

A curious note arises from the lips of Leonard Cohen's lips about being a notorious ladies' man, something he was always notorious for, and yet, how far from the truth it was. There is also a moment in which the poet reads for our benefit the introduction he prepared for one of his books being translated into Chinese, a culture that always fascinated him.

The concert itself is an excellent way to hear Leonard Cohen's songs as others interpret them. Rufus Wainwright sings three numbers to great effect. Antony makes a poignant appearance belting "If It Be Your Will", all tics and mannerisms, yet making the song seem new. Nick Cave has also two good moments interpreting "I'm Your Man", and "Suzanne", two of the songs closely associated with Mr. Cohen. Perla Batalla and Julie Christensen who back up most of the songs, are perfect in "Anthem". Martha Wainwright's take on "The Traitor" has a different edge when she sings it, yet it's one of the highlights of the evening.

The best is left for last. Bono, and Edge, who have been praising Mr. Cohen throughout the film come together to back him as he sings his "Tower of Song" in his own inimitable style. It shows a lot of generosity on his part leaving his own material to be reexamined by a younger generation that clearly loves him.

Lian Lunson shows she had the right idea in how to bring the concert into a movie that gives relevance to a man that had it all, Leonard Cohen.

Thirteen Names We are Considering for our new Baby
1. Cotton
2. Roark
3. Bowie
4. Cillian
5. Thoreau
6. Dorian
7. Ewan
8. Caine
9. Huxley
10. Conway
11. Chance
12. Corbett
13. Cavan


Obviously we think the baby is going to be a boy. If it's a girl we might be f'd.

Monday Night Music: All Girl Summer Fun Band

I remember when I was told that I didn't support our troops because I did not support the war. I was called unpatriotic.
It looks as though those 'patriots' haven't exactly supported the troops as well as they proclaim too. Just another notch.

Things have been leveling out and I am getting more and more used the idea of moving back to Ohiya. Although I definitely CANNOT imagine living there for the rest of my life. I am just not a Midwesterner, I may have grown up there but it is no longer my home. The only reason I am cool with going back is the idea of the restaurant we plan to open. Cleveland has seen nothing like it and I know that it will be a success. Anything the Chef puts his name on turns to gold. Just look at the boy.

We are going to head back this weekend to figure out some specifics regarding the house and the restaurant. It's all happening...


Sorry about my lameness. I am in a mood. Haven't seen the Chef in awhile and I am nauseous.

Sunday Sweetness

Thirteen Things You Need to Know About Potato & Vito


1. Vito licks feet at night right before we go to sleep. He worms his way under our comforter and takes turns licking the Chef & my feet.

2. Potato has a serious skin condition that cause him to eat his skin raw. It also causes us to spend thousands of dollars on treatment. Hi is the most expensive free dog ever.

3. Potato is faster than a cheetah if he spies a squirrel. I have never seen ANY dog run faster.

4. Vito hates everyone except me & the boy. On the street he will attack any dog he sees no matter how big or how scary. He just doesn't give a fuck.

5. Vito loves loves loves to bask in the sunlight. He gets all pig like and rolls over so the sun rays can hit his belly.

6. Vito has super STINK breath so he takes Burt's Bees Natural Dog Breath Freshener. Seriously he does.

7. Potato sleeps all day when he has no backyard to play in. He lays two inches from the heater and sleeps. He awakes when the Chef comes home.

8. Vito is in love with Potato but also hates him because he takes away my attention. One day I imagine Vito is going to figure out how to poison Potato so it can be all about him again.

9. Potato is the worst dog that I have ever walked on a leash. He is a puller and pretty much impossible to walk with Vito & the stroller.

10. Because of Potato's skin problem, he has to eat really expensive organic, holistic duck dog food. It costs $60/month.

11. Vito has never had one health problem.

12. Potato can carry three tennis balls in his mouth while swimming.

13. Vito & Catcher have an unspoken agreement. If the boy does not like the food he has received at mealtime, he drops it down to Vito. This is why Vito is a fat ass.

I am back. Well now pretty much everybody knows that I have a baby in my belly. It is so weird though, this pregnancy is turning out to be way way different than the first. My mood swings have been insane. One minute I am sobbing at an episode of Wonderpets and the next minute I am yelling at my husband about how email works. WTF? I am also constantly craving brie & cigarettes. Yep, you heard it right, good old fags. I have no idea why I am craving my old addiction especially since Chef & I have been cigarette free since our honeymoon (Sep 06).

The brie cheese craving cannot be ignored. Yesterday the chef, catch, & i went to Blue Apron Foods & spent $40 on three different kinds of brie. Yummers.

I know if my dad ever read this blog, an immediate lecture on how fat the brie cheese was going to make me would most def ensue.

In other news, I just made Amy's Organic Cream of Tomato soup and it is hella gross. Stay away.

Monday Night Music Fix: Pink 'Dear Mr. President'

I have been so crazy the last two weeks and have neglected my dear blog. I am a bad blogger. Good mommy. Baaaaad Blogger. So here's the dilly:

• I am with child.
• We are moving back to Cleveland.
• We are going to open a restaurant in Cleveland.
• We are, hopefully, going to buy this house.
• If we do buy this house, we are also going to buy some of these and a few of these.
• If we buy some of these & these, we are going to sell some of these & some of this to the restaurant.

So that's the story morning glory. Bye Bye NYC, Hello CLE.

I know I know I have been an awful blogger this week. But the wheels are in motion and I have to put my full energy elsewhere. I'll be back or I may go crazy just not tonight. The drive back from Cleveland was very very long and we got in at 4am. The boy woke up at 8 am so my eyes are barely open right now. This girl is tired.
I will leave with a pic of my new friend Rocky. He eats garbage for fun.