tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68050300705082285492024-02-20T03:44:58.427-05:00Breaking NewsObservations of a 32-year-old,
Northern grown,
Southern living,
wife of an anchorman.News Readin' Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11080988445276119272noreply@blogger.comBlogger179125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805030070508228549.post-51070845828709373242010-02-07T10:30:00.001-05:002010-02-08T14:00:03.793-05:00This Week's "Awww...." MomentThis Week's "Awww..." Moment is brought to us by the Breaking Newsroom's resident dynamic puppy and kitty duo - Putter & Simon.<br /><br /><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435528738615960018" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBvN2XLLu8V0zLqHzFXrw7h3WFR5LS3lxkIrJal-_2XauHZdy-xVAPyMZb2L9tAd7YfhM0YSzLdOtdmidmR_Cj4Z9Z4XZOR0zDLPI3lbJAtZoGbzq-ySv0r30_s04FS61cDp0axOq_gc8/s320/PC300156.JPG" border="0" /><br />Yes, I am that kooky about my four-legged babies. And yes, that Lab looks really big. It's also an extremely unflattering angle. <br /><p>What can I say? She ate her way through the holidays. </p><p>Come on. It's not like you passed on the bacon-wrapped scallops, either.</p><p>Stay tuned.</p><p>More at 11.</p><p>xoxo,</p><p>Mrs. News Readin'</p>News Readin' Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11080988445276119272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805030070508228549.post-49164086972904618062010-02-02T09:05:00.001-05:002010-02-02T09:43:12.880-05:00A Gift for Every Girl on the GoAren't we always looking for that sweet little something for a friend's birthday, token of appreciation for an act of selfless friendship or just because...she's a gal who can't be without her vodka fairy for very long. (<span style="font-size:85%;">Isn't that why you're friends in the first place?)</span><br /><br /><p><span style="font-size:85%;"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 249px; display: block; height: 242px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433454513468328498" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8l1NvEyH_lYH6JdNe4wp4VceNMrbUzC__ieeT1C_tycBCR4mTfcKyhlRNIam2VCTC4GqfV4XwI3c5mXaSLrfudcYkrnoB682Y2ZXr_kwKlOQboZOBNUreOW3yu5cNy-_pzdpWvTDaRbo/s320/CrocfLASK.jpg" border="0" /></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="http://www.zgallerie.com/p-6968-mini-keychain-flask.aspx">Faux Croc Mini Keychain Flask from Z Gallerie</a></span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;"></span> </p><p><span style="font-size:85%;"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 247px; display: block; height: 228px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433450323409932226" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9xH_cq9WHOSqTyl_8fjro9pr4sFtfAOSOtSWXxm9CuENLDbouIwIct1q78gd1lnhXGj6GKzkM7V8nFsNfhS5EqFMKoMnGFEKD3oECB2piZ_6IxZKeHbtt9LE9efuwE8AP6ZJCWSOR4hw/s320/FancyFlask.jpg" border="0" /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"><a href="http://www.zgallerie.com/p-8579-pave-mini-keychain-flask.aspx">Pave Mini Keychain Flask from Z Gallerie</a><br /></p><p>Not sure what I find more disturbing - the fact that your options are faux croc or blinged-out or Z Gallerie's description that includes the phrase "...one ounce of freedom."</p><p>OR because it's a flask. On a KEYCHAIN.<br /></p><p>J. Crew did the same thing two holiday seasons ago and all pieces were promptly removed from retail locations after the company was battered with complaints. (Don't worry I scored two on the interwebs...thinking it would be a collector's item <span style="font-size:85%;">or an excellent way to sneak booze into football games.</span>) </p><p>Oh, please. Like you weren't thinking the same thing!</p><p>For $6.99 and $9.99 respectively - you can buy one for the spare set too...</p><p>Stay tuned. More at 11.</p><p>xoxo,</p><p>Mrs. News Readin'<br /></p><p></p>News Readin' Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11080988445276119272noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805030070508228549.post-62093676478516116452010-02-01T09:05:00.001-05:002010-02-01T09:05:00.514-05:00Passie(ing) Judgement<span style="font-size:85%;"><em><strong>Disclaimer:</strong> I am not a parent to anything with two legs. All statements written here are those of someone who is smart enough to know she is ill-equipped for the challenges of parenting another human being. BUT, is absolutely armed with the knowledge to judge the skill set of others. </em></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>Sense of humor and grain of salt required for reading the following post.</em></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><div>There I was in Fresh Market (Year 2010: Week 4: Visit 2) cruising around throwing overpriced pita chips, chicken salad and chutney in my basket - all while shooting their complimentary hazelnut coffee with Hood creamer. Hell, yes. It was a good day...</div><br /><div>After I hit the final frontier (the dairy aisle) and loaded up on my $2.00 Greek yogurt, I spotted an older woman making THE most hideous face of disgust. What could it be?<br /><br />Was her bourbon salmon looking suspect? Out of organic eggs? Did she realize her raspberry pillow cookies were going to be near impossible to peal apart- which will undoubtedly force her to eat two cookies every time? <span style="font-size:85%;">(No, I do not know that from experience. I've just heard that's what happens...) </span></div><br /><div>And then I spotted her - the cause of such a look.</div><br /><div>Approximately 3 1/2 feet tall, fleece lined crocks bedecked and bedazzled with those giblets - or whatever they are, butterflies embroidered on her blue jeans with a sparkly matching tee...she looked like a lot of other four or five year old little girls. Painted nails, ring, bracelet and pierced ears - did give her an air of sophistication (or a whiff of tartlet in the making - depending on where you fall down on these things...)</div><div> </div><div>Then I gazed upon the bright blue passie in her mouth. And I was riveted. </div><br /><div>My eyes immediately went to her mother, who I was prepared to look like a disaster. Obviously, someone who had stopped fighting the good fight and was just worn out by her minis.</div><br /><div>Nope. She was as fresh as the morning dew. With a killer Marc Jacobs bag, might I add. </div><br /><div>I was thoroughly perplexed. And extremely curious (read: obsessed) so I just happened to find myself in the same checkout lane. Fancy that!</div><br /><div>FYI...Children either love me or want nothing to do with me. I mean I'm not Mrs. Oleson,but I ain't Miss Beadle either. </div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 206px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 232px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433024374560848594" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_dGyOOZ4C16SreFObhq9lig-hfG_1siZeKm9mMxyyNyYCv4GOQg_PVg-Peau9Oir3hJHpG6B_xqK_BJP_kedX3MD5QQv_K6lV4a8qLOgr-EgeAkES6y7-aEcFSqC044uGTHeb67GmW2Y/s320/MrsOlsen.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 207px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433024452243463746" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIT2xFz2Cav_fi5r3ocNiFWsNC9t2Q1aMRnh0lBSz815M2IJpk1ci8Bmrlig0J3eTMDW2YubRFwC1UTVno1v361Bpy9tYpU2Dj0-fGAPw54vbqLL7JfZyF5H-sicKXza74f2yzP1AfKXU/s320/Miss+Beadle.jpg" /><br /><div></div><div>I'm <em>so</em> glad I wore my big girl Chanel sunnies to the store and <a href="http://www.sanitystyle.com/servlet/the-868/Kenneth-Jay-Lane-Zebra/Detail">KJL enamel bangles</a>, because this little girl recognized a kindred gypsy spirit and immediately removed her passie to chat me up. </div><br /><div>Excellent. </div><br /><div><strong>Little girl:</strong> "I have mani-coor."</div><div><strong>Me:</strong> "Ohhh! I love your sparkly pink nails. So fun!"</div><div><strong>LG:</strong> "Look at my ring. It's pink too."</div><div><strong>Me:</strong> "So fabulous!"</div><div><strong>LG:</strong> "It's like your ring..."</div><br /><div>Before I burst her little bubble with, "No, honey - I had to dig through ten trays of crappy jewelry from an estate to find this bad boy. And had to spoon feed it to my then boyfriend, who proceeded to tell me he wasn't ready to buy a ring - even if it was the perfect ring, a great deal and only in his best interest - AND even if it meant he could sit on it for a few months, maybe a year." </div><br /><div>No, baby girl - I had to work<em> hard</em> for this bauble.</div><br /><div><strong>LG:</strong> "I have a passie."</div><div><strong>Me:</strong> "Indeed."</div><br /><div>Out of the corner of my eye I watched to see if mum flinched. Or got flustered. Nope. </div><div></div><div>So let me get this straight - you let your little girl have her nails painted, wear jewelry, have pierced ears AND let her rock the passie in public. Just seemed ridiculous.</div><br /><div>Let me reiterate, I have ZERO parenting experience but, I can assure you if my mini Mrs. News Readin' understands what a manicure is and acutually has one - her passie is a very distant memory. </div><br /><div>It took EVERYTHING in my being to not throw out my dollar's worth of two cents. Something along the lines of, "Big girls have manicures, but usually not passies." </div><div></div><div>Succint, yet powerful.</div><br /><div><strong>LG:</strong> "You're pretty."</div><br /><div>And with that - I realized that this child was wise beyond her years. Brilliant, even. </div><div>Who cares if she takes that passie to college? I took my prom picture. My roommate brought coke. It's all about feeling "at home..." Right?</div><br /><div></div><div>Yet another shining example of why I am ill-equipped to manage a mini. Sigh.</div><br /><div>Stay tuned. More at 11.</div><br />xoxo,<br /><div>Mrs. News Readin'</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div>News Readin' Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11080988445276119272noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805030070508228549.post-37550304543548180222009-12-03T09:35:00.001-05:002009-12-03T09:37:47.058-05:00Dear Audrina : Really Feeling All That Global WarmingSoooo....I'm not dead. Just in hibernation. And might I add - for good reason.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >No, I am not with child. I'm awaiting the arrival of the genetic mast</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >erpiece that is Gisele and Tom Brady's baby to arrive. That way - I can see if the old adage of two good looking people always have an unattractive child holds water. If they can't make it happen, then the News Readin' Husband and I have got ZERO shot. But, I digress...</span><br /><br />***<br /><br />In my usual morning cruise around the interwebs, I stumbled upon this image of Audrina Partridge of the Hills (and sundry naughty photo fame.) Oh, and she used to not have an upper lip.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd7agewVAHc6W-kT-iNsqy6_3AS7-L1ghWCr-ZZDO6DoENsN7E6ht_3haV1YVXEQLf3RK4ETC1UdCS0zJZJtVNZuqDcIiX5RpewYLXidb_ZEmI3kR0iDUHSbMuCJdkv81CxjLtRD-YX00/s1600-h/audrina-patridge-2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 340px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd7agewVAHc6W-kT-iNsqy6_3AS7-L1ghWCr-ZZDO6DoENsN7E6ht_3haV1YVXEQLf3RK4ETC1UdCS0zJZJtVNZuqDcIiX5RpewYLXidb_ZEmI3kR0iDUHSbMuCJdkv81CxjLtRD-YX00/s320/audrina-patridge-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411015528241652914" border="0" /></a><br />Look at you, muffin! LA girl just doin' a little shopping in NYC. West Coast style in full effect...Fun knit cap and...bare arms?! Really?<br /><br />Yes, it was mild. 57 degrees. But, 57 degrees in Manhattan is slightly different feeling than 57 degrees in LA. Look around sweetie. Everyone else on the street is hunkered down in some sort of clothing that covers the arms. After all, it is December.<br /><br />Maybe I'm not giving enough credence to your furry vest.<br />(BTW - Is that Chewbacca or Scottish Highland Cattle?)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqTYd9lUyoN3gzVfi8bJ7MDUadIdmzr9Df3PgkfJqQkgQcN6eo5praDDFA5sCSOxeZPZrdJTQ-Old7S2UiUWBe0QvCR-e2as2FcDmEIsYd74kGV32GVvyF9QXVo3WwJdu9aqT50yW2-Gc/s1600-h/chewbacca.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 228px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqTYd9lUyoN3gzVfi8bJ7MDUadIdmzr9Df3PgkfJqQkgQcN6eo5praDDFA5sCSOxeZPZrdJTQ-Old7S2UiUWBe0QvCR-e2as2FcDmEIsYd74kGV32GVvyF9QXVo3WwJdu9aqT50yW2-Gc/s320/chewbacca.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411015534649484898" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLA4nUivDFhWs57Tl9yCbkYlsr6pKSFxxylF9byCOrRmRboW1_gh2Kh_SwunJ9E7DMFwiC-0SZfNzqPetAUPkk8QATt825BTlN5UM9GxRNWvHYKhGFMIokXENiMMIhAQLjeZvtRY4U740/s1600-h/scottish-cattle.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 226px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLA4nUivDFhWs57Tl9yCbkYlsr6pKSFxxylF9byCOrRmRboW1_gh2Kh_SwunJ9E7DMFwiC-0SZfNzqPetAUPkk8QATt825BTlN5UM9GxRNWvHYKhGFMIokXENiMMIhAQLjeZvtRY4U740/s320/scottish-cattle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411015524884958050" border="0" /></a><br />Either way - exotic!<br /><br />As my mother would say, are you trying to catch your death walking around like the Breath of Spring? Like you, I would fiercely deny any chill. <span style="font-style: italic;">And</span> you are wearing a hat.<br /><br />Enough silliness. Those sticks for arms could use a <span style="font-style: italic;">leetle</span> insulation. Now run along, and go grab a mini leather jacket somewhere.<br /><br />You didn't go through all that trouble of inflating that upper lip just to cover chattering teeth!<br />Give my best to Justin Bobby and co.<br /><br />Air kisses,<br /><br />Mrs. NR<br /><br /><br />We now return to your regularly scheduled program.News Readin' Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11080988445276119272noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805030070508228549.post-65450176585346675752009-09-17T14:15:00.004-04:002009-09-17T14:17:54.898-04:00Bon VoyageWe're off for a whirlwind trip to Spain for my childhood <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">bestie's</span> wedding. <br /><br />Four days.<br />Seven pairs of shoes.<br />Six dresses.<br />A pound of jewelry.<br />A husband who knows ZERO <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Spanish</span>.<br /><br />And a new camera.<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Oy</span>.<br /><br />Be back on Monday with a full report.<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">xoxo</span>,<br />Mrs. News <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Readin</span>'News Readin' Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11080988445276119272noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805030070508228549.post-939491083392559572009-09-16T07:30:00.002-04:002009-09-16T07:30:00.907-04:00Our New AdditionCalm down. The Mommy Mafia has not claimed me...yet.<br /><br />We would like to take this opportunity to introduce you to the newest member of the News <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Readin</span>' household - Simon.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZjGb26HWwH_DYpue8P9qodwa27ocazcVxkeDHxvfAiBfQMMUYpLhk1lV4oHYjt85euPO4QJ-pvwOaZRVSYIGPeRM4OMzn7JdVJyQ_xQETs8oiHlupt57MiBIA4xF8LwjDP5TPd8vOFIA/s1600-h/-1.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZjGb26HWwH_DYpue8P9qodwa27ocazcVxkeDHxvfAiBfQMMUYpLhk1lV4oHYjt85euPO4QJ-pvwOaZRVSYIGPeRM4OMzn7JdVJyQ_xQETs8oiHlupt57MiBIA4xF8LwjDP5TPd8vOFIA/s320/-1.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381105223406748914" border="0" /></a><br />Big Sister, Putter is still trying to figure out why we had to get another kitty.<br /><br />I told her that instead of costing us money like her (open heart surgery, visits with a canine cardiologist, physical therapy for ligament damage, etc.) - he is earning his keep.<br /><br />He's already killed two mice. Oh, and he's only four months old.<br /><br />We are so proud!<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">xoxo</span>,<br />Mrs. NRNews Readin' Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11080988445276119272noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805030070508228549.post-4946357491214911672009-09-15T07:30:00.003-04:002009-09-15T08:59:05.433-04:00"I carried a watermelon..."If you are unfamiliar with this movie quote, then I recommend you scoot right along to the next post in your google reader queue.<br /><br />For those reading this who are not communists and recognize the line that <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B0sBN28vdxM">Baby utters to Johnny Castle at the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">after party</span> in <span style="font-style: italic;">Dirty Dancing</span> </a>- we are meant to be friends. (Stick around. I give pretty good birthday gifts.)<br /><br />"I carried a watermelon..." is exactly what I say when I find myself embarrassed by an item I may have blurted out for usually one of two reasons:<br /><br />1) I've been over-served by a bartender or myself (more often than not it is by my own hand)<br />2) My Sweet & Thoughtful pills ran out and the real me shows up...<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">gah</span>. Hate those days.<br /><br />We recently attended a very lovely 30<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">th</span> birthday party for a dear friend and member of our game night group. The sweet tea vodka flowed and I became a casualty of my own seemingly bottomless highball glass. The good news - I was sweet...not so much thoughtful.<br /><br />There are five couples in our game night group. It's a well-balanced bunch. We've got a good thing going. No need to fiddle with the recipe. Right? Well, after four drinks this cook headed to the kitchen.<br /><br />A very cute couple mentioned how they wanted to start their own game night group. I responded quickly - "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Pish</span>. We've done all the leg work...just to come to ours next month."<br /><br />Fast forward an hour later- chatting with another couple, the Williams*, game night was again mentioned. And, I offered up an invitation to next month's gathering.<br /><span style="font-size:78%;">*Names have been changed to protect the boring and dis-invited.</span><br /><br />Later on the nicest woman in our group (Daisy Troop leader, teaches Boot Camp every morning at 5 am, coaches her church's youth basketball league...you get it) asked, "Did I hear you invite the Williams to game night? They are terrible."<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Ruh</span>-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">roh</span>.<br /><br />So, I can only hope that they indulged in equal parts sweet tea vodka resulting in general alcohol induced memory fuzziness and will not be ringing the doorbell in a few weeks for our Connect Four Tournament.<br /><br />Yet again - "I carried a watermelon..."<br /><br />Mr. News <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Readin</span>' let me know that if we are asked to leave the game night group he will formally protest and petition to retain his membership, but will accept my dismissal based on inappropriate conduct.<br /><br />Thanks, dear. The support is overwhelming.<br /><br />Stay tuned. More at 11.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">**Edited to add: When I penned this - I had no idea it would coincide with the passing of Patrick Swayze. No one made dancing or the Catskills sexier and inspired millions to "try the lift." </span></span>News Readin' Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11080988445276119272noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805030070508228549.post-75039188636320407002009-09-14T07:30:00.000-04:002009-09-14T07:30:01.316-04:00Special Report: Size DenialOn a recent outing of the Breaking News Team to a local festival - I nearly went blind. After surveying the crowd, I decided we must live in a locale that is experiencing a severe shortage of mirrors. Although, not as life-as-we-know-it threatening as the dwindling water supply of metro-Atlanta, alarming nonetheless. <br /><br />How could we have let this happen?!<br /><br />Thank heavens I was wearing the biggest, darkest sunglasses my nose will support - otherwise I'm sure I would be writing this from the comforts of a hospital room with two black eyes and bruised ribs. What can I say? If ogling poor fashion choices were a sport, I would be Olympic. <br /><br />Back to our special report...size denial is reaching epidemic proportions. <br /><br />Main offenders:<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Little Bags for Big Girls<br /><br /></span>In college, hippie girls wore them across their person to carry their well, <span style="font-style: italic;">patchouli oil</span> and other sundry hippie girl supplies. You're an adult now and your little, itty, bitty handmade bag from Ecuador ain't cutting it. Additionally, the tiny shoulder bag stuffed to the gills with everything from an arsenal of lady products and your school coupon book needs to be retired. I know, I know..."But, everything fits in there..." <br /><br />The bigger the bag, the smaller you look. So, size up.*<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">*Note: This of course does not apply to small, sleek and chic evening and envelope bags. So don't go sending any crazy comments about how you can't always carry a bag the size of a toddler. I know this - I just practice it in moderation.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The Seduction of the Smaller Size</span><br /><br />My friend Catherine has fallen prey to this throughout her adult life. Regardless of how the garment fits - she will buy a size 4 because she cannot bear the idea of sizing up. Sadly, I have seen her split two pairs of pants and had the great misfortune of literally cutting her out of a Lilly skort. According to her it had a faulty zipper. Ummm...yeah.<br /><br />Even though the smaller size fits, it doesn't mean its the right size. At the end of the day it is just a number. Jackie O wore everything one size bigger. For good reason. <br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Denim Gives</span><br /><br />Good gracious is the greatest of myths! It seems that the 20 and under crowd are especially susceptible to the dread <span style="font-style: italic;">muffin top. </span>Sure, those low slung jeans elongate your torso - but their restrictive sizing are also causing your flesh to spill over the belt loops. <br /><br />For one- you cannot be comfortable! I want to unbutton my pants just looking at you. And sadly, you've paired your mis-sized denim with a form fitting t-shirt. Sweet. Baby. Jesus. What did we ever do to you?? Have you never heard of a babydoll top? Find one. Stat. At the very least...<br /><br />One last thought on denim -if you think your bottom looks smaller without pockets - you are KIDDING yourself. Step away from pocket-less pants. PUH-lease.<br /><br /><br />This has been a special report - LIVE from my Perch of Perfection in the Breaking Newsroom.<br /><br />We now return to your regularly scheduled program.<br /><br />xoxo,<br /><br />Mrs. News Readin'News Readin' Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11080988445276119272noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805030070508228549.post-44301055229894324652009-09-13T20:00:00.001-04:002009-09-13T20:00:03.257-04:00And, we're back.We experienced significant technical difficulties this past month in the Breaking Newsroom.<br /><br />Frankly, I felt that rather than put out half-hearted content it would be best to take a breather, a moment to get my act together and regroup.<br /><br />Oh, and I was busy organizing my dream closet.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOQA4N-dcZreKWpcrPKhN5OjyDc9tI8awfE4ea4EfI_bajMLIgDPXgKscPv-PjW2HbQyKwAaGiCI3kF_YuU22xBfjFbjgaQNOxa_1_pxq5LcRdk_9m15v5B_nElN_FVdFL0CI67dYqs5M/s1600-h/closet5_super.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOQA4N-dcZreKWpcrPKhN5OjyDc9tI8awfE4ea4EfI_bajMLIgDPXgKscPv-PjW2HbQyKwAaGiCI3kF_YuU22xBfjFbjgaQNOxa_1_pxq5LcRdk_9m15v5B_nElN_FVdFL0CI67dYqs5M/s320/closet5_super.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381101716955028594" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicki_KQJ0tsKnPY9gxPHt1CAJn7ThvPeSmtvtvW3AGs1wvNad6Pu6maHM5AOrbVyJv3l8WCAOzBuhdEbGO57YveuXW1e4ea8CHwBs4SnUbk4NQPqMlW0SyeHe01xZ2dg8X_R60ZSuxLmQ/s1600-h/closet4_super.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicki_KQJ0tsKnPY9gxPHt1CAJn7ThvPeSmtvtvW3AGs1wvNad6Pu6maHM5AOrbVyJv3l8WCAOzBuhdEbGO57YveuXW1e4ea8CHwBs4SnUbk4NQPqMlW0SyeHe01xZ2dg8X_R60ZSuxLmQ/s320/closet4_super.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381101713978521282" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSXYr6sp8wGF5A7QUmtlfEYXlcalAWgtRJzYBN0-xisxF9sloaWkhnnUzD-8zwpEeg9n4jIUfBqXKqr58roFSNV0c3SAozThRhTf3gnAK248oMZqLVvFotKaKqCT63kLNqtr802Y3f9Dc/s1600-h/closet3_super.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSXYr6sp8wGF5A7QUmtlfEYXlcalAWgtRJzYBN0-xisxF9sloaWkhnnUzD-8zwpEeg9n4jIUfBqXKqr58roFSNV0c3SAozThRhTf3gnAK248oMZqLVvFotKaKqCT63kLNqtr802Y3f9Dc/s320/closet3_super.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381101710409142258" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJHCQeA8Ql72RwI6SEkVYrhwdofktSmQPprD2jjINaaNaefyPzwjWhTzBWKnNf38CpdkPKjL8gSTkzuvswhXqlXfHvpp_TXeeKV1JAvmFrLad1EDA_bDJQQm4wie1G2ftEp6TnC4rGG7I/s1600-h/closet2_super.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJHCQeA8Ql72RwI6SEkVYrhwdofktSmQPprD2jjINaaNaefyPzwjWhTzBWKnNf38CpdkPKjL8gSTkzuvswhXqlXfHvpp_TXeeKV1JAvmFrLad1EDA_bDJQQm4wie1G2ftEp6TnC4rGG7I/s320/closet2_super.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381101700411018162" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq2uJFxoEPCM2Koxxy_eDURtPosAAeWBfUWtNDiKAzbNwld8c1mzV7yzcEiijiHob7pfVRxG3A0wsr9n4DLKVKnzUeALHf2G-jCNYX_rLUgX7rjdHKPCUS43pVbO9hybzZXBLtvN7bUU0/s1600-h/closet1_super.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq2uJFxoEPCM2Koxxy_eDURtPosAAeWBfUWtNDiKAzbNwld8c1mzV7yzcEiijiHob7pfVRxG3A0wsr9n4DLKVKnzUeALHf2G-jCNYX_rLUgX7rjdHKPCUS43pVbO9hybzZXBLtvN7bUU0/s320/closet1_super.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381101694330711090" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">*All images courtesy of <span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">HalogenLife</span></span>.<br /></span></div><br /><br />*Sigh* I wish...<br /><br />Love the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Hermès</span> boxes across the top shelves and the steamer trunk dresser. <br /><br />If I had a Mr. Big - this is the closet he would build me. <br /><br />Stay tuned. More at 11. (I promise...)<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">xoxo</span>,<br />Mrs. News <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Readin</span>'News Readin' Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11080988445276119272noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805030070508228549.post-16489033722828223662009-09-11T09:30:00.000-04:002009-09-11T09:28:14.927-04:00TodayMy thoughts about today remain the same today as they were one year ago and sadly - eight years ago. So, I am re-posting what I wrote one year ago today. <br /><br />My heart still breaks when I think about the families that face marking another year without their loved ones. My heart breaks for this country that will never enjoy the same bliss of security. However, the strength of spirit and commitment to this country were never stronger then in the days immediately following September 11, 2001. <br /><br />We should never let that wane - no matter how many years pass.<br /><br />******<br />September 11, 2008<br /><br />I wish today were just another day. I wish I didn't remember what I was doing seven years ago today. I wish I didn't know anyone who marks this day by going to a memorial service or visiting a place of final rest.<br /><br />As an American and moreover a New Yorker - my heart breaks and tears well in my eyes when I think of the events of seven years ago and the services I attended following September 11, 2001. Listening to eulogies about amazing fathers, sons and friends who went to work like it was any other day.<br /><br />For months afterwards, I would walk to work past St. Patrick's Cathedral and hear bagpipes and see firefighters or police officers lined up to pay honor to a fallen brother or sister in service. Groups of strangers would stand together in silence on nearby corners fighting back tears.<br /><br />One of my dear friends lost her brother-in-law. Another friend lost his father and another - his brother. A girl I knew in high school lost her fiancé on one of the planes that hit the towers. A friend from college lost her dear friend, a flight attendant who picked up an extra flight when someone called in sick. My mother had a little boy in her <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">pre</span>school class whose father, a firefighter, stayed on after his shift finished - to go to the Towers.<br /><br />It's not just another day. I do remember where I was and exactly what I was doing. And unfortunately, there are too many people attending memorial services and visiting places of final rest today.<br /><br />Let us not forget this was not an accident or tragic natural disaster that robbed so many families and friends of just one more phone call, birthday party, Christmas morning, Thanksgiving dinner, goodnight kiss, births of children of grandchildren, weddings or just a funny email.<br /><br />This was a deliberate, calculated and well orchestrated mass murder. We owe it to the families who lost so much seven years ago today, to <span style="font-weight: bold;">never - never - never </span>forget and seek justice against every last person involved, responsible or supportive of these acts.<br /><br />But for today, here is a prayer that we can say for those who had so much taken from them on September 11, 2001:<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">An Irish Prayer in times of Sorrow</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" >May you see God's light on the path ahead<br /> When the road you walk is dark.<br /> May you always hear,<br /> Even in your hour of sorrow,<br /> The gentle singing of the lark.<br /> When times are hard may hardness<br /> Never turn your heart to stone,<br /> May you always remember<br /> when the shadows fall—<br /> You do not walk alone.</span><br /><br /></div>News Readin' Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11080988445276119272noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805030070508228549.post-29999405712936038462009-08-12T07:30:00.001-04:002009-08-12T07:30:01.407-04:00Crescent City Recap: Part IOne weekend in June, I headed to New Orleans for a bit of work, some play, retail therapy and plenty of epicurean indulgence. It was gorgeous.<br /><br />The beauty of a city like New Orleans is that everyone is sweating - even the locals that are fully acclimated to 102 degrees with 87% humidity. Lightly patting your glistening brow takes on an air of sultry - even sexy. At least that what I kept telling myself...<br /><br />My Friday was chocked-full of work, but upon cocktail hour - everyone remembered we were in New Orleans. We headed to <a href="http://www.bourbonhouse.com/about-bourbon-house.html">Dickie Brennan's Bourbon House</a>. The bartender convinced me as a Bourbon House virgin (go ahead - get your sixth-grade giggling out of the way) that I must have their famous Frozen Bourbon Milk Punch. Not my first draft pick for cocktail hour - but I enjoyed it very much. Think egg <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">nog's</span> lighter, yummier cousin.<br /><br />If you are wondering what the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">N'awlins</span> connection is to the distinctly Kentucky spirit, it's an interesting one.<span style="text-decoration: underline;"> </span><a href="http://www.bourbonhouse.com/bourbon.html">Read about it here.</a><br /><br />We enjoyed an authentic Cajun dinner at <a href="http://www.cochonrestaurant.com/"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Cochon</span>.</a> Usually I think of alligator in terms of accessories. But as they say - when in the bayou...devoured delicious fried alligator tenders. The pineapple upside down cake dessert may have been laced with crack cocaine. I almost ordered a second. Good <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">lawd</span>!<br /><br />On Saturday afternoon I hopped on a street car to take in the Garden District and visit my only two retail destinations: <a href="http://www.leontinelinens.com/">Leontine Linens' </a>flagship store and <a href="http://www.hazelnutneworleans.com/">Hazelnut New Orleans</a>.<br /><br />With our Wedding Belle's upcoming nuptials, what better excuse to pay a visit to Leontine in search of the perfect wedding gift. Mission accomplished!<br /><br />Thanks to the sweet Brooke at Leontine, who narrowed my focus and provided a much needed glass of water and a lunch spot recommendation.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiVng3emszDDQSAbn8OGvssS9ZmBRmZtecz8pV-IbOVvBTe56I_m_cJXEDFTu56PpsJUGRrPymLHkscewMJqQCdLtOCyz_uH32eB5Zg6yBf5zPtQwU2MZFU-l9rkouk0pzbKzH6IA3Ym8/s1600-h/IMG00004.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiVng3emszDDQSAbn8OGvssS9ZmBRmZtecz8pV-IbOVvBTe56I_m_cJXEDFTu56PpsJUGRrPymLHkscewMJqQCdLtOCyz_uH32eB5Zg6yBf5zPtQwU2MZFU-l9rkouk0pzbKzH6IA3Ym8/s320/IMG00004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368904485151588066" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCGnp5EuSYDJLRdX6emds-wp4XUB3F7lni6FvclM6Vs0Y8Xuhbgs5k9l4kmU__7z0pU0kdNOXCJCgDpe1rehWNWAuzK1UnL6A-YNEhW65A2cJdq2l0kWJIapwv4wrcgTdb_XdqU-ycz28/s1600-h/IMG00005(2).jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCGnp5EuSYDJLRdX6emds-wp4XUB3F7lni6FvclM6Vs0Y8Xuhbgs5k9l4kmU__7z0pU0kdNOXCJCgDpe1rehWNWAuzK1UnL6A-YNEhW65A2cJdq2l0kWJIapwv4wrcgTdb_XdqU-ycz28/s320/IMG00005(2).jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368904487423816082" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeQm89W2yF9306_3JtP-D3znjh2RpYFWYIYDgE_XqzM1sTJoKO1np0KHXCY0FFvjRg4hlgVqHmPXqCffN00hZNuGRPIlWQ5_T2DXRWWmucmC06MFK2dTglxhLqEH09Or6WPdBxro0OGkc/s1600-h/IMG00007.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeQm89W2yF9306_3JtP-D3znjh2RpYFWYIYDgE_XqzM1sTJoKO1np0KHXCY0FFvjRg4hlgVqHmPXqCffN00hZNuGRPIlWQ5_T2DXRWWmucmC06MFK2dTglxhLqEH09Or6WPdBxro0OGkc/s320/IMG00007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368904496291558546" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjS86WNfJzazvuqZyMuLq6akt3Mr9vRLXuT61hrfyHfASrO2ePxrC_FmkJPtlB-cmXG4znoZC5K-xW7ADbnueXrifWCFixIIlM066WGyJlX1Q0NtHFh5mLJ8NYHYI7r9OKRyw2fpuSfPU/s1600-h/IMG00003.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjS86WNfJzazvuqZyMuLq6akt3Mr9vRLXuT61hrfyHfASrO2ePxrC_FmkJPtlB-cmXG4znoZC5K-xW7ADbnueXrifWCFixIIlM066WGyJlX1Q0NtHFh5mLJ8NYHYI7r9OKRyw2fpuSfPU/s320/IMG00003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368904469639053762" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBzTtc_hUpJVIWbwPm4Xf6iCjMoXq3RVRwqNyOQiGdKw8W_bzenOpdHBr7ZsnXw_rx-B0jGZsrGI38g8ftWxlGyJApF8QhMOtHRJ5EiYfpaTXKfmh77_2A-aJtHUKLl_R8Lk2MH0njn0o/s1600-h/IMG00002.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBzTtc_hUpJVIWbwPm4Xf6iCjMoXq3RVRwqNyOQiGdKw8W_bzenOpdHBr7ZsnXw_rx-B0jGZsrGI38g8ftWxlGyJApF8QhMOtHRJ5EiYfpaTXKfmh77_2A-aJtHUKLl_R8Lk2MH0njn0o/s320/IMG00002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368904462462640098" border="0" /></a><br />My apologies for the poor photography - but I don't have the same photographic flair as <a href="http://sippycupsareforchardonnay.blogspot.com/"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Sippycups</span>. </a><br /><br />If you think I strolled back to my hotel without picking up a little something for moi - well, you know better.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN3i2S3eae4lS2oF4wHHa2Tc-hjdKe4v3eueAVo-qj0AXz_ykOwzrD9Xv6X8i2AlAQKODCHBqUZ5FsmBFz1lyaWeXmVD9dTstwq_Srvmg8ABR7Upt7Ehj6L1kkbTq-bkwAvfSwwRaBN_U/s1600-h/ToileBlack-Full.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN3i2S3eae4lS2oF4wHHa2Tc-hjdKe4v3eueAVo-qj0AXz_ykOwzrD9Xv6X8i2AlAQKODCHBqUZ5FsmBFz1lyaWeXmVD9dTstwq_Srvmg8ABR7Upt7Ehj6L1kkbTq-bkwAvfSwwRaBN_U/s320/ToileBlack-Full.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368908243928520354" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.hazelnutneworleans.com/toile.shtml">Hazelnut New Orleans <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Toile</span> coasters</a> (fabric pictured above)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Love having the reminder of the Crescent City during cocktail hour in City K!<br /><br /><br /><br />Stay tuned. More at 11.<br /></div></div>News Readin' Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11080988445276119272noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805030070508228549.post-87058823455816574092009-07-29T10:30:00.001-04:002009-07-29T10:30:56.301-04:00Well played, Tory.I am about to go where very few have gone before...Tory Burch just doesn't do it for me.<br /><br />Let's review all the reasons why I should be brandishing just about everything from TB.<br /><br />Cute prints: check.<br />Flattering cuts: check<br />Darling accessories: check<br />Generally overpriced unless scored on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Outnet</span>, Gilt or the like: check<br /><br />So - why don't I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">lurrrv</span> her like (seemingly) everyone else?<br /><br />Maybe it's because I feel like she raided my grandmother's closet, took copious notes breezing through cocktail party photos from the early '70's, stuck a gold insignia on it and then convinced Oprah she was better than <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Spanx</span>. <br /><br />And I'm envious that I didn't beat her to it.<br /><br />Then I spied these:<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuB53O3Dr3UUHZChWlOOjuMFgc_XBuKcIhsa3dpcvLeWA-WXHxU4x8paPydDtE4qX9pP99tKH7wiBW86quwYE21jcj2BZmQBCycvkT9Cgu-Nvg6FqfYMuNQ2z0QMicnCj1wQ5L2Vd6v-A/s1600-h/995267_fpx.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 264px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuB53O3Dr3UUHZChWlOOjuMFgc_XBuKcIhsa3dpcvLeWA-WXHxU4x8paPydDtE4qX9pP99tKH7wiBW86quwYE21jcj2BZmQBCycvkT9Cgu-Nvg6FqfYMuNQ2z0QMicnCj1wQ5L2Vd6v-A/s320/995267_fpx.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363886220197943858" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www1.bloomingdales.com/catalog/product/index.ognc?ID=437386&CategoryID=9917&PageID=9916*1*24*-1*-1*-1*4"><span style="font-size:85%;">Tory Burch "Reva" Suede Python Print Ballet Flat</span></a><br /></div><br />A sucker for the color, the python print leather/suede combined with the comfort of a flat - I'm considering being<span style="font-style: italic;"> that </span>girl and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">pre</span>-ordering for fear come Fall they will be a retail memory.<br /><br />Well played, TB. But, consider this a "wanna grab a drink" text from a potential suitor - definitely not a weekend escape to the Seychelles with your sugar daddy. I mean...we just met and hardly know each other.<br /><br />I'm not that kind of consumer.<br /><br />Stay tuned. More at 11.News Readin' Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11080988445276119272noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805030070508228549.post-25352771713334822862009-07-28T09:15:00.003-04:002009-07-28T10:47:29.910-04:00Paging Joy: Your Party Waits in ArrivalsLately I've had the pleasure (or displeasure) of spending time in airports. Fun destinations aside - airports are usually miserable places.<br /><br />From the "easy" kiosk check-in which seems to take more time than the good old-fashioned human check-in process to the endless security lines, where measures that have been in place for eight years still take people by surprise - it all is just exasperating.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Note to the lady in Chicago that balked at having her massive aerosol can of hairspray and industrial size bottle of <a href="http://www.revlon.com/ProductCatalog/ProductLine.aspx?CollectionID=15">Jean Nat</a></span><a href="http://www.revlon.com/ProductCatalog/ProductLine.aspx?CollectionID=15">é</a><span style="font-style: italic;"><a href="http://www.revlon.com/ProductCatalog/ProductLine.aspx?CollectionID=15"> bath splash</a> taken away...they did you a favor. Say thank you and head to the nearest <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Sephora</span></span> to regroup.</span><br /><br />And let me not fail to mention the oversold, delayed flight scenario that is more the standard than the exception. All in all - flying commercial couldn't be any less pleasant.<br /><br />Which is probably why most travelers are, generally speaking, grumpy. <span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Reeaaallyyy</span></span></span> grumpy. I counted myself as one of those grumpy travelers until I read <a href="http://www.esquire.com/features/flight-arrivals-0709?kw=ist">this piece from Chris Jones for Esquire. </a><br /><br />Shared with me by a dear friend, who is a veteran traveler of the skies, it brought tears to my eyes and reminded me that happiness exists just beyond the confines of baggage claim.<br /><br />I thought it was very share worthy...<br /><br /><br />Stay tuned. More at 11.News Readin' Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11080988445276119272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805030070508228549.post-43275681375886452482009-07-21T09:30:00.001-04:002009-07-21T09:39:45.134-04:00It's not an Emmy. But, we'll take it.Acknowledgement for a job well done in Mr. News <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Readin's</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">real </span>newsroom is tough to come by.<br /><br />Yes - we joke that he merely touches up the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">bronzer</span>, straightens the tie, clears his throat a few times and reads the teleprompter to the masses. In actuality, he does quite a bit of work and a whole lot of schlepping around to gain interviews and sound bites for our viewing pleasure.<br /><br />July is sweeps. This means all of a sudden you are watching in-depth reports on bus driver drug use and the dangers of pools in the backyards of foreclosed homes. The good stuff...<br /><br />The <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">NRH</span> sweeps story covered the transport of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kingston_Fossil_Plant_coal_fly_ash_slurry_spill">coal fly ash from a spill area</a> not far from here to a very poor county in Alabama. And we're not talking about one train car of this stuff. More like 1.1 billion gallons that will take an entire year to remove.<br /><br />For this fine moment of reporting he was awarded - <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">drum roll</span>, please...<br />the Reporter of the Week!<br /><br />Here is a snippet from his News Director's email, which he forwarded me (big mistake):<br /> <p><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">For the first time in a while I can officially call the Reporter of the Week a “landslide winner. “<br />Mr. News <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Readin</span> is this week’s winner for his “Ash to Alabama” stories.<br /><br />First I’d like to give Mr. NR credit for coming up with this idea as his one sweeps suggestion for July. <br /><span style="font-style: italic;">(Our guy thought it was that solid he only submitted one! My! The confidence...)</span><br /><br />His co-workers wrote: </span><br /></span></span></p> <p><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">“Anyone who watched it won’t forget the line “smells like money.”<br />“Any journalist who can get a politician to sniff fly-ash on tape is pretty good.”<br />“He asked the right questions, made excellent points in his stand-ups."<br /><br />Others receiving votes this week:<br />Jill for her second massage parlor bust story and her substitute teacher lawsuit story.<br />Whitney -- for her follow-up on the local church that burned down.</span> </span></span></p>(I left that last part in because for some reason it made me laugh...)<br /><br />We are so proud...Of course there was a celebratory dinner last night - consisting of beer and cheeseburgers by special request of the honoree.<br /><br />If they made bumper stickers that said, "I'm the proud wife of a Reporter of the Week" - it would already be on the back of the Tahoe.<br /><br />Stay tuned. More at 11.News Readin' Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11080988445276119272noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805030070508228549.post-69030406948352213372009-07-20T16:30:00.001-04:002009-07-20T16:30:01.081-04:00A Tisket, A TasketWho doesn't love a picnic? Well, me.<br /><br />Love the <span style="font-style: italic;">idea</span> of a picnic. Everything perfectly fits in adorable containers and off you go for a meal in the grass. It's the aftermath that makes picnicking - <span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">notsomuch</span></span>.<br /><br />If it weren't so irresponsible - I probably would prescribe to the Betty Draper guide to picnicking and leave everything behind. (<a href="http://www.amctv.com//originals/madmen/episode207">Reference Mad Men Season 2 Episode 7 - brilliant.</a>)<br /><br />If you have hung out around here long enough, you already know the Breaking News Team is more about the gear than the actual activity. <br /><br />To picnic - I probably just need the perfect basket. Right?<span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOPun7C-X52ZScqtg3St_u-wzq3oRt4Eym4LxJobHHYq5UgEfLfJz3xJeMdPXo7RbRfHUuDurIkwSzoj-_DzMzbHlE_h3ZHYtJ-vE1QFjPEukYnAEgg2qdcA983cjE5W4LU4IJUPA178E/s1600-h/101312.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 293px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOPun7C-X52ZScqtg3St_u-wzq3oRt4Eym4LxJobHHYq5UgEfLfJz3xJeMdPXo7RbRfHUuDurIkwSzoj-_DzMzbHlE_h3ZHYtJ-vE1QFjPEukYnAEgg2qdcA983cjE5W4LU4IJUPA178E/s320/101312.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360555327640129682" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Voilà</span>! How about a little <span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;">red</span> basket? <a href="http://www.deandeluca.com/gifts/blyton-picnic-basket.aspx"> Courtesy of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Blyton</span> and available at Dean & <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">DeLuca</span>.*</a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">*Barefoot <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Contessa</span> not included for preparations of </span><a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/barefoot-contessa/beach-volleyball-picnic/index.html">perfect picnic fare.</a> Damn.<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">Stay tuned. More at 11.</span><br /></span><a href="http://www.deandeluca.com/gifts/blyton-picnic-basket.aspx"> </a></span>News Readin' Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11080988445276119272noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805030070508228549.post-61794502898589829402009-07-20T06:30:00.001-04:002009-07-20T08:18:47.096-04:00Being awkward has its rewards.In the deep recesses of the attic, in a box of old family pictures - it lays there waiting for its moment to shine.<br /><br />Maybe you were wearing your red Snoopy glasses and had just gotten your braces tightened...wait that was me.<br /><br />Maybe your creepy Uncle Ned was lurking in the background...no, wait - that's my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">bestie</span> Hilary.<br /><br />Regardless, we all have these photos tucked away hoping that they never see the light of day or make their way into the wrong hands for a rehearsal dinner photo montage.<br /><br />Now you have bigger things to worry about. Those embarrassing "Why the hell was I wearing a selection from Bill Cosby's sweater collection with stirrup pants and hi-top <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Reeboks</span>?!" pictures have a purpose. <br /><br />A website devoted to others laughing at your awkward moments: <a href="http://awkwardfamilyphotos.com/"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">AwkwardFamilyPhotos</span>.com</a>.<br /><br />Be prepared to spend about 20-30 minutes cruising through other's photographic misfortune - and secretly hoping you don't stumble upon your own.<br /><br /><br />We now return to your regularly scheduled program.News Readin' Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11080988445276119272noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805030070508228549.post-65837918500488629982009-07-04T09:00:00.001-04:002009-07-04T19:04:06.026-04:00Let Freedom Ring...or Liberty...or Independence<div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;"> Happy</span> <span style="color:#cc0000;">Fourth</span> <span style="color:#000099;">of </span><span style="color:#cc0000;">July</span><span style="color:#000099;">! </span><br /><br /></div><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354743220603088002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 162px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0ahtlHsf0W7I_ScCF8RTnfepqEI7Qba1jocwPmbFHCTq79KM7NGpS1c8iKw-uHMMimjQ5em0FpljT2paJNtamQMpzgyDmlZT0YTEHl1CtNS-eD5FVO8uGWpEUBB_dt6XaTVGm8BQb4q8/s200/fireworks3.jpg" border="0" /><br />The Breaking News Team is basking in the warm glow of the sunny, south Georgia coast.<br />Life can be so tough sometimes.<br /><br />We are working on this story for you: Fourth of July served up <a href="http://www.seaisland.com/16/Home.htm"><span style="color:#006600;"><strong>Sea Island</strong></span> </a>style. (Think starred and spangled to the hilt...) Stay tuned for a full report.<br /><br />In the meantime...stumbled across these fun facts that you may or may may not find interesting.<br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">Fourth</span> <span style="color:#cc0000;">of</span> <span style="color:#000099;">July</span> <span style="color:#000099;">(</span><span style="color:#cc0000;">Inspired</span><span style="color:#000099;">)</span> <span style="color:#cc0000;">Fun </span><span style="color:#000099;">Facts</span></strong><br /><br /><br />* Thirty places nationwide have "liberty" in their name.<br />* The most populous one is Liberty, Missouri (26,232).<br />* Iowa has more of these places than any other state:<br /> four (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Libertyville</span>, New Liberty, North Liberty and West Liberty).<br />* Eleven places have "<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">independence</span>" in their name.<br />* The most populous of these is <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Independence</span>, Missouri, with 113,288 residents.<br />* Five places adopted the name "freedom."<br />* Freedom, California, with 6,000 residents, has the largest population among these.<br />* There is one place named "patriot" — Patriot, Indiana, with a population of 202. </p><br /><br /><p>And as we celebrate of our nation's <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">independence</span> with friends and family, let us remember all those who have served and are serving to protect our freedom, our rights and safeguard this great country. A BIG thank you to those men and women!<br /></p><p>Enjoy a safe holiday and we'll be back with a full report!<br /></p><p>Mrs. News <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Readin</span>'</p>News Readin' Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11080988445276119272noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805030070508228549.post-29612755668857305772009-06-29T14:14:00.002-04:002009-06-29T19:57:06.892-04:00Sound bite of the WeekWhen covering local news, especially a story that involves a crime, natural disaster or "The Man" sticking it to the little guy - a news reader always looks for the person who is jockeying to provide commentary or an eyewitness account.<br /><br />More often than not, these folks are dying to be on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">TEEvee</span>, no matter what the scenario and believe they were born ready for their close-up.<br /><br />They usually resemble a "before" in a "before and after" montage for a cosmetic dentistry practice or is the type of person that gets ambushed for a makeover show at an amusement park, while eating a deep-fried turkey leg.<br /><br />Many times they are without a shirt or the proper underpinnings to support their bosom. Often accompanied by a family member or members, that stand behind them during the interview making faces or shouting, "Hey Granny!"<br /><br />If you have no idea who this person is - you are this person. So keep on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">keepin</span>' on, because you make for some stellar local <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">tv</span> moments.<br /><br />And now to our sound bite of the week.<br /><br />The News <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Readin</span>' Husband was covering an inordinate amount of rescues a local fire department had to perform on a swollen river. The recent rains in this neck of the woods has caused an otherwise lazy river to become rapid. A favorite spot for tubing, many have found themselves tossed over and requiring the assistance of the authorities.<br /><br />This scenario baffled me.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Me: </span> "Why are the companies that rent these tubes not cautioning people or not renting them at all?"<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mr. NR: </span>"It's not their job to play lifeguard and they don't own the river."<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Me:</span> "Well, why isn't there some flag system - like on the beach in Mexico. I mean hell...if they can deter spring breakers with a black flag..."<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mr. NR:</span> "There isn't one entry point and it's an ineffective system for this type of body of water."<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Me:</span> "Certainly the city or the county should be able to do something...a law, an ordinance...something"<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mr. NR:</span> sliding into his South Georgia accent -"Honey, you can't <span style="font-style: italic;">legislate</span> stupid."<br /><br />All of a sudden I had a vision of him in his suit without a shirt, chomping down on a deep-fried turkey leg.<br /><br />Someone has been spending too much time amongst the people.<br /><br /><br />We now return to our regularly scheduled program.News Readin' Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11080988445276119272noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805030070508228549.post-15930772868101283652009-06-26T12:05:00.001-04:002009-06-26T12:06:02.974-04:00Love: Nineteenth Century StyleHappiest of Fridays, gang!<br /><br />Stumbled across the <a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.advertisingforlove.com/">Advertising for Love blog</a> recently and it made my inner historian giddy. Written by a PhD in history candidate (so, she's like wicked<span style="font-style: italic;"> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">smaht</span></span>...) the blog chronicles nineteenth century personal ads. <br /><br />Sounds boring? Me <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">thinketh</span> not.<br /><br />Imagine the romance of opening the morning dispatch to see a message from the man who caught your eye as you were gliding about town or a secret message from the one night stand whom you feared would never contact you again...<br /><br />Her post today is especially amusing, so do stop by and have a read.<br /><br />Nineteenth Century love and lust is some good stuff! <br /><br />Enjoy,<br /><br />Mrs. News <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Readin</span>'<br /><br /><br />Be back in a bit with a full report from my adventure in the Crescent City - Leontine Linens, Hazelnut New Orleans and food - glorious - food!News Readin' Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11080988445276119272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805030070508228549.post-54111929812038970092009-06-23T10:00:00.001-04:002009-06-23T14:24:03.460-04:00The Perils of PostingThe interwebs can be a wonderful place where you can find out Bradley Cooper's major at Georgetown, where the best Thai food in Boston can be devoured and keep in touch with your not so nearest and somewhat dearest with Facebook, Twitter, blogs, etc.<br /><br />My how small the world has become in just a few years!<br /><br />We keep things relatively anonymous in the Breaking Newsroom. Mainly because I can't afford to pay Mr. News Readin's agent 4% for using his mug for mass consumption. True story. That guy is a piranha - but gets the job done.<br /><br />Many of you do share images of you, your family and friends. Well - you may just find yourself emblazoned on outdoor boards in a foreign country if that Kodak moment is commercial print quality.<br /><br />Check out this <a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://momitforward.com/family-picture-stolen-found-5000-miles-away">Mommy blogger's story.</a><br /><br />Needless to say after that tale - the Breaking News Team will remain faceless. And if you can't take the suspense...I've got six spots left on Facebook before I shut 'er down. I'm serious. (Email me: mrs dot newsreadin at gmail dot com)<br /><br />Not sure how I would feel if that happened to me and my family? What about you?<br />Inquiring minds would like to know...<br /><br /><br />Stay tuned. More at 11.News Readin' Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11080988445276119272noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805030070508228549.post-6345420215141541692009-06-18T10:00:00.002-04:002009-06-23T09:58:45.490-04:00It's Seersucker Thursday Y'allAnd you thought it was just another Thursday...<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">pish</span>!<br /><br />Anyone who has spent a summer moment in D.C. knows how the heat can be downright oppressive. Prior to the God-send of air conditioning, senators hailing from the South shed their wool black frock coats for lighter linen and cotton attire. Northern colleagues took note.<br /><br />In 1909, New Orleans clothier <a href="http://www.haspel.com/haspelhistory.cfm">Joseph <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Haspel</span></a> made summer wear more comfortable by designing a light-weight suit in pale blue and white striped rumpled cotton fabric.<br /><br />He named that fabric "seersucker," a cotton that was based on a silk derivation from India popular during the British colonial period. In Persian it is called "Shir <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Shakkar</span>," which loosely translates into "milk and sugar." The milk described the smooth parts of the material, while the sugar was a metaphor for the texture commonly referred to as "dimples" or "puckers."<br /><br />Seersucker suits became widely popular because of their wash and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">wearability</span>, made very necessary in the humid summer.<br /><br />In the late 1990s, Mississippi Senator Trent Lott revived the long-forgotten Senate tradition. Selecting a day in June to be designated Seersucker Thursday, Senator Lott along with several other Southern Senators donned their seersucker. Three cheers for Trent!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgccaDqH3BG0tefn-tvUERowJmTexZEiH88KQWHI3BfPL2TvMJ-TESqVOkkn9E4K1jo8vTBPZOfXApPCU7smGQVQfvldZJl6jGrFe8a99MveoKcEIoWbT_0hfVt19MLwZQWnzGWlYoGig0/s1600-h/seer.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 335px; height: 261px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgccaDqH3BG0tefn-tvUERowJmTexZEiH88KQWHI3BfPL2TvMJ-TESqVOkkn9E4K1jo8vTBPZOfXApPCU7smGQVQfvldZJl6jGrFe8a99MveoKcEIoWbT_0hfVt19MLwZQWnzGWlYoGig0/s400/seer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348664259189523282" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Trent third from left. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Lovin</span>' that pink tie!</span><br /></div><br />Today, senators happily make this annual fashion statement in the spirit of harmony. Imagine that? It is also a gentle reminder to their colleagues of what Senates from days past considered proper (read: required) summer attire. Ahem.<br /><br />All in favor...?<br /><br />Yours relishing this fashion/political history moment,<br /><br />Mrs. News <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Readin</span>'<br /><br /><br />We now return to your regularly scheduled program.News Readin' Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11080988445276119272noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805030070508228549.post-72118038681362473752009-06-17T22:28:00.001-04:002009-06-29T15:37:58.847-04:00Some things I will never understand.I will never understand why Robin Givens married Mike Tyson. Or why Brad Pitt dated her for a minute, either.<br /><br />I will also never understand why hamburger and hot dog buns are sold in different quantities than the actual meat products. Conspiracy on the part of commercial bakers? Probably.<br /><br />I will also never understand why Hollywood starlets (or those that purport themselves to be) - who take extreme measures to maintain youth, beauty and above all - a body to rival that of a (somewhat) lazy anorexic - wear clothing that any normal human being would consider fug.<br /><br />Yet you, young starlet, are duped to believe it is "fashion forward."<br /><br />Come, now. Really?<br /><br />Case in point:<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0lhb4XWa4Yst2k3BTZIhs1tRzDpE3sTcOuqFv0xlljDBPpoPgOCl0PUTE9fVWvMw2hyphenhyphenU8Ykx3fb1pINNsqFCv5RCZDS5dHl808W3FWgNrSX1qe84ijs1iTkInlJlWj8JXaL5pptojpnA/s1600-h/kirsten-dunst.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0lhb4XWa4Yst2k3BTZIhs1tRzDpE3sTcOuqFv0xlljDBPpoPgOCl0PUTE9fVWvMw2hyphenhyphenU8Ykx3fb1pINNsqFCv5RCZDS5dHl808W3FWgNrSX1qe84ijs1iTkInlJlWj8JXaL5pptojpnA/s400/kirsten-dunst.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348356382366859122" border="0" /></a><br />Have you ever played that miserable game at a wedding shower when a team has to make the best wedding dress out of a roll of toilet paper? Looks like sweet Kirsten drew the short straw and <span style="display: inline;" class="noscript">Laura and Kate <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Mulleavy</span> found some sparkly gray <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">tp</span> for this dress from their <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Rodarte</span> line.<br /><br />And what can I say about the peep-toe shoe booty business with buckles? I can say U-G-L-Y.<br /><br /></span>Kirsten, Kirsten, Kirsten...honey. Bright side - the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Ferragamo</span> clutch - is perfection.<br /><br />In closing: call Rachel Zoe. Yeah - she'll make you feel fat - but better looking than this.<br />You might even achieve <span style="font-style: italic;">bananas.<br /><br /></span>Big hug,<br /><br />Mrs. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">NewsReadin</span>'<span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span>News Readin' Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11080988445276119272noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805030070508228549.post-20974158302500788232009-06-15T10:30:00.000-04:002009-06-15T10:30:01.464-04:00Spreading the Love.This little blog began after move number three in five years. I had hit rock bottom - being without any family or friends in a brand new town - yet again. Hence, the Wanted Good Home...a little place with familiar faces, laughter and a life.<br /><br />I had no idea that I would find that sense of community amidst the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">blogosphere</span>. So many incredible people sharing their lives, their finds, their anecdotes and most surprising - their appreciation and enjoyment for what you are putting out in the world. It's amazing how quickly a stranger can turn into a friend - without you ever having met...<br /><br />So, with that I need to acknowledge two very lovely and favorite <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">bloggers</span> of mine who thought enough of what happens in this neck of the blogging woods to bestow these two awards...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMvS2gNoKT5E-ZNIOMezb2rIoVFuKMNgxGWyD05kQezy5sNU3eld1GRZhT8SHm_3ZlRSINl7Qm6z9BjWPyU-ZKZixhDkMwOZKBBaaUj5SFy8KcPwEWoezzBGIQSHMTjDsqlxqWqVM_BQI/s1600-h/queen.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMvS2gNoKT5E-ZNIOMezb2rIoVFuKMNgxGWyD05kQezy5sNU3eld1GRZhT8SHm_3ZlRSINl7Qm6z9BjWPyU-ZKZixhDkMwOZKBBaaUj5SFy8KcPwEWoezzBGIQSHMTjDsqlxqWqVM_BQI/s320/queen.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345814629470098434" border="0" /></a><br />Many, many thanks to <a href="http://thepreppyprincess.wordpress.com/">THE Preppy Princess</a> for the Queen of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">ALLL</span> Things Awe-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Summm</span> Award!! The Breaking News Team will try desperately to live up to this tremendous honor. We think <a href="http://thepreppyprincess.wordpress.com/">The Preppy Princess</a> is quite Awe-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Summm</span>, as well.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><strong>As the newly crowned Queen, I am obligated to do the following:<br /><br /></strong></div> <div style="text-align: left;">1. List 7 things that make me Awe-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Summm</span>!!!</div> <div style="text-align: left;">2. Pass this onto 7 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">bloggers</span>.</div> <div style="text-align: left;">3. Let those <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">bloggers</span> know that they have been tagged.</div> <div style="text-align: left;">4. Link to Her Majesty who tagged me.</div> <div style="text-align: left;">5. Copy the picture onto my sidebar to let the world know I am the Queen! (Not sure if I can manage this...)<br /></div> <div style="text-align: left;">.</div> <div style="text-align: left;"><strong>Seven things that make me Awe-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Summm</span>!!! </strong><strong>*<br /><br />Let's just say these are seven things about myself I'm not embarrassed to share.<br /><br /></strong></div> <div style="text-align: left;">1. My Grandmother is 87, still wears heels, drives and goes to the office three days a week.<br /> Having her genes alone makes me awesome.<br /></div> <div style="text-align: left;">2. A husband who makes me laugh<br /></div> <div style="text-align: left;">3. A best friend that has never judged me<br /></div> <div style="text-align: left;">4. Great hair<br /></div> <div style="text-align: left;">5. My sarcasm which, along with my great hair, has gotten me through life<br /></div> <div style="text-align: left;">6. Being able to recite almost every line from <span style="font-style: italic;">Heathers</span>, <span style="font-style: italic;">Steel Magnolias</span> and <span style="font-style: italic;">9 to 5</span> - as if they were the Lord's Prayer.<br /></div> <div style="text-align: left;">7. Knowing that life is long distance race - not a sprint</div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><strong>We are also directed to tag 7 people:<br />(in no particular order)<br /><br />1. <a style="font-weight: normal;" href="http://aaz106.blogspot.com/">Buford Betty</a><br /></strong></div> <div style="text-align: left;"> 2. <a href="http://erourk.blogspot.com/"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">USCEmily</span></a><br />3. <a href="http://leslieruthpetree.blogspot.com/"> Leslie Ruth my favorite Southern Drama Queen</a><br />4. <a href="http://makemineamimosa.blogspot.com/">Make Mine a Mimosa</a><br />5. <a href="http://thecompanyshekeeps.blogspot.com/"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">BLC</span> :0 over at The Company She Keeps</a><br />6. <a href="http://monogramsandmayhem.blogspot.com/">Monograms & Mayhem</a><br /></div><br /><br />Second, a very big, "Why, thank you!" to <a href="http://http//www.blogger.com/profile/05510971989522522535">Sara</a> over at <a href="http://www.thisbeautifulthing.com/">This Beautiful Thing</a>. She is such a sweetheart to think that the Breaking News Team exhibits an attitude of gratitude. I know - she's way too generous.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt2pYogSWRC_84iquzlC5gl21cY27PWJG5iZBovRtqNhspCVSUP0sE-ygWSC1Qd_k7vk9NUfgTvSha88iD3ivE5luTakQdCuUtB0UqH-Jhz1Ai2KFJ7hZIQtL0gQUyhwvI6dKeMgqQ0ww/s1600-h/lemonade+award.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt2pYogSWRC_84iquzlC5gl21cY27PWJG5iZBovRtqNhspCVSUP0sE-ygWSC1Qd_k7vk9NUfgTvSha88iD3ivE5luTakQdCuUtB0UqH-Jhz1Ai2KFJ7hZIQtL0gQUyhwvI6dKeMgqQ0ww/s320/lemonade+award.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345814627062816178" border="0" /></a><br />So, how have I come to have an attitude of gratitude?<br /><br />Not sure if I can claim a consistent attitude of gratitude, but I will say that I have learned to always to appreciate people and places for who and what they are and not enforce my "Well, in New York..." standard. Let me illustrate - Western Nebraska. Not exactly Paris. But while living there, I day tripped it to the Black Hills of South Dakota, left my door unlocked and ate the best steak of my life for $10 in a dingy bar with paper napkins. All great life experiences for which I am grateful.<br /><br /><br />The Rules of Accepting and Sharing this Award<br /><br />1. Put the logo on your blog or post.<br />2. Nominate at least 10 blogs that show an attitude of gratitude.<br />3. Link to your nominees within your post.<br />4. Comment on their blogs to let them know they've received this award.<br />5. Share the love and link to this post and the person who nominated you for the award. Tell us how you've come to have an attitude of gratitude.<br /><br />We are tagging the following <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">bloggers</span> for their attitude of gratitude:<br /><br />1. <a href="http://grannysmithgreen.blogspot.com/">Granny Smith Green</a><span style="font-size:78%;"> (Granny, I know you just received this from another blogger - but I had to give you a shout out!)</span><br />2. <a href="http://onefabulousmom.blogspot.com/">One Fabulous Mom</a><br />3. <a href="http://mags-lexington.blogspot.com/">Le Petite Blog</a><br />4. <a href="http://kikbee.blogspot.com/"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Kikibee</span></a><br />5. <a href="http://abnormallynormal2007.blogspot.com/">Abnormally Normal</a><br />6. <a href="http://www.clemsongirlandthecoach.blogspot.com/">Clemson Girl</a><br />7. <a href="http://www.thepinkclutch.blogspot.com/">The Pink Clutch</a><br />8. <a href="http://mespetitchoux.blogspot.com/">Mes <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Petit</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Choux</span></a><br />9. <a href="http://http://sippycupsareforchardonnay.blogspot.com/"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">Sippycups</span></a><br />10. <a href="http://chronicleofahappyhousewife.blogspot.com/?zx=fa9545c0270be84e">Happy Homemaker</a><br /><br /><br />I know getting tagged can be sort of a pain, so don't feel obligated to post. Please know that I am just grateful to know all of you fabulous women!<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">xoxo</span>,<br /><br />Mrs. News <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">Readin</span>'News Readin' Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11080988445276119272noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805030070508228549.post-60824952092284044342009-06-04T18:00:00.002-04:002009-06-04T18:00:00.750-04:00Say Cheese.Mr. News <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Readin</span>' loves cheese. I mean <span style="font-style: italic;">really</span> loves cheese. One of the highlights of his life was spending time in the cheese cave at <a href="http://www.artisanalbistro.com/index.php"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Artisanal</span> in NY</a>. True story.<br /><br />His taste ranges from the stuff that comes wrapped in impossibly difficult to open plastic sleeves to a tangy, mature <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Manchego</span>.<br /><br />Since it is National Cheese Day (What! You forgot to send the mass e-greeting?) - we are celebrating with a dinner of <a href="http://www.bellechevre.com/goat-cheese-customer-recipes.php">Natalie's </a><a href="http://www.bellechevre.com/goat-cheese-customer-recipes.php">Tuscan <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Chevre</span></a><a href="http://www.bellechevre.com/goat-cheese-customer-recipes.php"> Salad</a> - with cheese deliciously made in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Elkmont</span>, Alabama.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bellechevre.com/index.php"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 72px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSrL4d1_NP02WBzAVicZ-i5tyqhA-31sQ3FfwY5rUBEWIJQC3HWeeHm7Uju9Xa09UkkaKUsJXFGRKlKNLb48qzcp1mt9p9FDbaQAt03bzSumlI5HT6cdCiXmzQhIZtOQfTAggdPHbYg9k/s320/Picture+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343572396145879474" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.bellechevre.com/index.php"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Fromagerie</span> Belle <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Chevre</span></a> has received a lot of attention over the past few years - especially under the ownership of the lovely Tasia <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Malakasis</span>. (You may have caught <a href="http://gardenandgun.com/article/southern-belle-ch%C3%A8vre">her story in <span style="font-style: italic;">G&G</span></a>...)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://gardenandgun.com/article/southern-belle-ch%C3%A8vre"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 248px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHfq614eI8yys460F95Zk8D7E4qWk8WwWZAFc83qSRuQEF0z8qDV0CDw4EP4mMhpgD7r6I4bqT4i8_fNv2Z16JV1K_LS26oQxjFYks8KaI6d-wsFFn1qdyHa4RBFIMFUHs65OQ51BEBEc/s320/Picture+4.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343576292658347970" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Image courtesy of <span style="font-style: italic;">Garden & Gun</span><br /></span></div><br /><br />Is she not just the prettiest (goat) milk maid? So wholesome...<br /><br /><br />If you are looking for some Belle <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Chevre</span> of your own <a href="http://www.bellechevre.com/goat-cheese-retail-stores.php">click here</a> for retailers.<br /><br />Yours in cheese-y goodness,<br /><br />Mrs. NRNews Readin' Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11080988445276119272noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805030070508228549.post-4095269073867798952009-06-04T12:27:00.002-04:002009-06-04T12:31:46.086-04:00I'm putting out an APB...Where in the world is <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Papercourt</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Ponderings</span>?<br /><br />One minute I was reading about her new kitchen <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">back splash</span> and the next thing I know - she's vanished!<br /><br />If you have had a sighting, comment or any details regarding this disappearance, you are asked to comment on this post or email me: <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">mrs</span> dot <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">newsreadin</span> at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">gmail</span> dot com. (Take that Ugandan hackers!)<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">xoxo</span>,<br /><br />Mrs. NRNews Readin' Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11080988445276119272noreply@blogger.com5