Showing posts with label drool. Show all posts
Showing posts with label drool. Show all posts

Monday, November 26, 2007

Back from Carnegie Hall

Hey, Divas and Dudes. There were no postings after early last week because I went to NYC for Thanksgiving and to rehearse (MANY hours a day) for an appearance at Carnegie Hall yesterday at 2:00 p.m. with John Rutter conducting his masterpiece, Magnificat. It was thrilling, exciting, amazing, exhausting, wonderful, and much more. I can't talk about it without crying. We got a standing ovation at the end, so that was a thrill of a lifetime ... as was the look of immense joy on Rutter's face as he threw his arms up in the air and threw his head back at the completion of the performance. (Photo here features Main Squeeze and Main Dish outside Carnegie Hall marquee).

So, what does a Main Dish do after coming home from Carnegie Hall? Laundry. More postings soon after I recover from the trip, arriving home in the wee hours, and doing mine and the boys' laundry for the last week. In the meantime, enjoy the photos and remember: Nothing is impossible. EVER!

Outside Carnegie Hall with a bunch of Gorgeous Creatures! (That's what I address choral group members as ... they are ALL Divas and I love them all!!!!)






With Diva Sarah at The Brandy Library in Soho Friday night.




Tuesday before leaving - Dress Rehearsal at Canterbury UMC, Choral Group Musical-Heart-Throb Terre Johnson conducting, CBS 42 filming over his shoulder, and with a crowd of more than 250 onlookers in the sanctuary. A truly amazing send-off!!!!

Saturday, September 29, 2007

Sir Charles and The Main Dish


Photo from last night's UAB Minority Health Foundation Fundraiser. Sir Charles is quite a gentleman. He thanked the service staff and stood patiently so everyone could have their photo taken with him or get an autograph.
His buddy, Shaq, Shaq's mama, and Mrs. Barkley were in attendance. Shaq was a guest of honor. Don't you just love these good boys who take their mamas as their dates? It's pay-off few mamas get for attending every single game -- it's important, Poodle, even if your child isn't future NBA material. And, you can see that it will be a long (ha!) shot for my boys to get in the NBA with such a shrimpy mom (I was wearing 3-1/2" heels and obviously subconsciously stretching my neck upwards, how funny is that?). Baseball, football, and soccer haven't been ruled out, yet.

Thursday, September 27, 2007

Flirt Alert

Oooh! One of my favorite topics! Many divas are the cat's meow at flirting and I'm thrilled one of my friends emailed me (again, please post to the blog; numbers, people, numbers!) and asked for a quick lesson. I don't know if that is possible, since it is an art form that needs cultivation and will evolve. Yet, I'll give it a stab just for sport (insert eyelash flutter here, Kitten).

1. Run and get a copy of What Southern Women Know about Flirting by Ronda Rich (I just have to meet her one of these days). This is a primer in flirting. No! It's the Bible of Flirting, frankly. Every time I waft Channel Chance, I give Ronda a little karmic wink. I love her book because she is absolutely right when she suggests that you can flirt with ANYBODY and most of the time (unless the person is dead or a grouch or a female police officer), you're going to get what you're asking for. Really. Promise. http://www.whatsouthernwomenknow.com/ You have to love her; she's a former female sportswriter who now has her own column and she's soooooo cute (sorry, I temporarily channeled a sorority girl. Poof.)

2. Smile all the time. Relax. Look approachable. Look like you're a fun, fun creature - 'cause you know you are, Poodle!

3. Make eye contact. Don't stare; that'd be rude. Look out of the corner of your eye. Tilt head. Blink lightly 6 times rapidly. Giggle. Look straight on. Widen eyes slightly. Smile. (It's a formula.) Apply and repeat. Results guaranteed.

4. Talk. You simply must talk about something, chitty-chatty-like ... unless you have the brain function of Lauren Caitlin Upton (Miss Teen South Carolina- my Temporary Obsession #3, see Edge of Coolness post), then keep your beautifully glossed yapper shut and look pretty and people will talk to you automatically and you can get what you want just by looking really pretty such as.

5. Give the flirtee your FULL ATTENTION. Laugh at their jokes. Nod your head. Smile. See item #3 for a refresher on the formula.

6. Remember flirting is fun. You're not getting a marriage proposal out of this; it's just fun.

7. Wear cute clothes that make you feel good. Not cutsie clothes, puh-leeze. You are a diva, after all. You have self respect. High heels help (adore alliteration?!). If you're a dude needing guidance, I refer you to the fall fashion post.

8. Diva Martha's Life Lesson Flirt Tip: Always, always, always wear lipstick to the grocery store. That's where she ran into my dad - in the check out line - appropriately!!!!! They've been married for 20 years. I was there. She smiled and looked adorable. It works. It didn't hurt that my dad had been trying to date her for 6 months. Please keep Item 6 in mind, but this is the big cha-ching that could be a possible outcome.

IMPORTANT REMINDER: Please, please, please don't forget to flirt with your spouse, significant other, or whatever you want to call that special someone in your life who keeps going out with you in public and knows stuff like when you need to do laundry. It's really important.

Monday, September 10, 2007

Hose me down!!!!

This and other such phrases that would make my mother cringe will be spilling out of my mouth at whirlwind speed this weekend. I'm scheduled to emcee the Handsome Heroes Fireman Fashion Show at noon on Saturday at Watermark Place.

Shut up. Don’t say it. I know: How did I ever score this amazing gig?!?!?!

FIREMEN plus a Sound System!! FOR ME!!!!! Squeal!!!!!!!! A diva's fantasy finally has come true.

I can’t stop with the “hose me down” / “this girl’s on fire” / "who's gonna' pry me out of this inferno" type comments that spring to mind after being asked to do this! I doubt I’ll snap out of it, so brace yourself.

I haven't had this much fun since 2 fire houses emptied into my boudoir last October (while I am a minx, the 2 houses arrived in various large, red fire vehicles in minutes because my 5 year old was having a fever-related seizure and apparently there wasn't a whole lot of other hot stuff to attend to that evening, but why ruin a good story with the truth?!)

Anyway, Saturday will be the premiere of the 2008 calendar featuring totally hunky and I hear completely off-limits Alabama firefighters. The proceeds from calendar sales benefit Kid One Transport (www.kidone.org), one of my fave organizations. The firemen, after a hard day's work of modeling fabulous fashions, will be on hand to autograph your calendar. You simply can't miss this, Poodle! And, as inappropriately as possible, I've asked if they're planning to have a fire engine on scene - you know, for my kids to enjoy. (Pumpkin, this is a G-rated blog!!!!!) Off to figure out what to wear ....