Because being beautiful makes you the bad guy.
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Great oppourtunities
Because being beautiful makes you the bad guy.
Sunday, November 6, 2011
Being Gracious
Growing up in the 80's I watched some dated shows like the Brady Bunch, and the Monkeys. Even though these shows were fun, my true heart lied with the black and whites; I couldn't get enough of I Dream of Genie, Donna Reed and even the Patty Duke show. These shows left a mark on me with a sense of tradition I never would have guessed at the time.
Even though these show were about lead female characters getting themselves in to all sorts of trouble they always managed to clean up their messes and have dinner on the table for their counter parts and children. They were women who may have had their social follies for trying too hard or being too smart (for their time) but knew their roll inside and out as gracious hostess. Dinner was on the table piping hot severed on matching plates. The only processed food on the table were the mashed potatoes she slaved over the hot stove mashing . Even if the children drank milk right next to that glass was a second glass full of water.
Where are days of gracious hostesses who always have enough food for the troupe, who make everything from scratch, and whose idea of a great party is serving your guest with a smile and refill. I simply refuse to believe I am the last of dying breed of women too smart for their own good, who couldn't possible fathom the complexities making a box cake when making one from scratch is so incredibly simple.
I get teased quite often from my friends and spouse about my know how in the kitchen, however weather I am hosting a dinner party, or are holding the chair for hospitality at an event my invitations are rarely missed.
Because being beautiful makes you the bad guy.
Even though these show were about lead female characters getting themselves in to all sorts of trouble they always managed to clean up their messes and have dinner on the table for their counter parts and children. They were women who may have had their social follies for trying too hard or being too smart (for their time) but knew their roll inside and out as gracious hostess. Dinner was on the table piping hot severed on matching plates. The only processed food on the table were the mashed potatoes she slaved over the hot stove mashing . Even if the children drank milk right next to that glass was a second glass full of water.
Where are days of gracious hostesses who always have enough food for the troupe, who make everything from scratch, and whose idea of a great party is serving your guest with a smile and refill. I simply refuse to believe I am the last of dying breed of women too smart for their own good, who couldn't possible fathom the complexities making a box cake when making one from scratch is so incredibly simple.
I get teased quite often from my friends and spouse about my know how in the kitchen, however weather I am hosting a dinner party, or are holding the chair for hospitality at an event my invitations are rarely missed.
Because being beautiful makes you the bad guy.
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