GRADE A SHIMMERING SAND IS GOLD

From The Right-Side...

Sand by any other name is...non-compliant?



According to the Palm Beach Daily News, there is much ado about sand on THE "Island" of Palm Beach.

Although the sand in the photo is in Palm Beach County, it is just random, ungraded (as far as I know) sand.

http://www.palmbeachdailynews.com/news/news/local/sos-report-midtown-sand-is-non-compliant/nk4c8/

I freely admit I do NOT understand all the mumbo-jumbo (technical jargon) writer, Aleese Kopf, dropped into her article.

Naturally, having been on beaches from Hawaii to Monaco, I fully grasp  there are major differences in sand castle material. But, I just never realized there could be such a major flap over dirt material.

I mean all this fuss over beach-fill...too coarse, too fine...just right seems so strange and a little bit reminiscent of Goldilocks.

Grade A, in my opinion.

Of course, when you speak of the island, Gold-Everything is appropriate. Probably even sand.

Personally, when I am on a clean, beautiful, sand-infused beach, I waste not one moment worrying about texture or grade. I give them all A.

I'm funny that way!

Gotta dash...

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GREY'S MCDREAMY DIVA, DIVA KAT AND DOGS

From The Right-Side...

Even though I have not seen one episode of, Grey's Anatomy, I do know about Pat-Mc (Patrick Dempsey, aka, McDreamy-I am feeling so creative this cloudy morning).

Diva-Dogs are more appealing than Diva-Actors!

Seems Mr. Dempsey has pulled a Kat-Hei (Katherine Heigl) on set and got his McAss killed off.  They literally pulled the plug on his prissy behavior.

Well, I don't have one DASH to give about all that drama, but I also think that Shonda chick who runs the show also has no DASHES to give. She probably knows this show is on its last breath, so what the hell. Commenters 'round the blogs were more shocked the show was still airing than about this road kill (his character had a car accident).

Long ago and far away, I worked for a woman similar to Shonda. She always gave the impression she could have killed off her entire team on any given day. However, she was popping some major league pills (said gossips gathered 'round our imaginary water cooler), so there was that. One can only guess about Miz S.

Nah, all this just got my Hollywood-Happy-Wheels turning about diva behavior by egomaniacal actors.

Are we, the royal WE, more forgiving of a McMan (just go with me, I can't stop), than a McWoman?

Like Patrick D., Katherine H. got her whiney voice canned for behaving like a current day Norma Desmond (face it, Gloria Swanson she is not). She continues to get work, but also kinda continues to be slammed by the unforgiving masses.

Will the same shunning befall Dempsey, or will we rally 'round the cinematic flag (watch his shows and see his movies) and love him all the more for exercising his bad-boy muscle, so to speak?

It certainly works this way in corporate America.

Opinionated women are bitches, and opinionated men are powerful.

The thing that muddles this Grey's situation for me is talent. She has shown none. He has a pretty face, but is vanilla, with average depth (just my opinion mostly from, Sweet Home Alabama).

I once wrote a blog about a Diva. My Cavalier King Charles. It was written tongue-in-cheek (observations on people, places and things if a dog could voice their opinions), and what I learned is people don't always get satire.

Satire I get, I just don't get how it is perfectly acceptable for guys to behave like a Diva and girls need to silently grin and bear it (whatever IT is).

Observing how public opinion will flow in the direction Pat-Mc will be interesting.

Gotta dash...

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SEX AND THE CITY AND BALLROOM DANCING KIDDIES

From The Right-Side...

The 'net exploded with venom at the DWTS elimination of 14-year-old Willow Whatever (I really don't know her last name, and I don't want to find it) from, Hunger Games, fame. Her pro-partner is of little consequence.

This is way all minors should ballroom dance.

It has been reported, and yapped about, that the poor child had a fairly major display of tears and sadness.

THIS IS WHY FOURTEEN IS TOO YOUNG TO PARTICIPATE WITH GROWN-ASS, FAUX-STARS, FOR A LAME-ASS MIRROR BALL TROPHY.

ABC Producers should consider engaging only those over the age of consent, OR have a kiddie-version where kids dance with other kids. Otherwise, it is just too silly looking, and inappropriate on a few levels.

Not silly or age inappropriate?

A toddler dancing on the beach!

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On a very stormy day in So-Flo, what to do?

There will be no shower!

Read stuff, and watch Season Three of Sex and the City. Who knew Roger (John Slattery) from, Mad Men, played Carrie's politician boyfriend for a hot second?

Their relationship ended badly. Something about his weird sex request (hint: had to do with, um, showering), and her refusal to comply.

I did not say intellectually stimulating, just semi-entertaining.

Rainy days and Tuesdays always get me...

Gotta dash!


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EXTRA! EXTRA! NEW PUBLIX TAKING SHAPE

Left-Side here, and Happy Monday to all.

Maybe you don't know it, but there's BIG DOINGs going on next door to the Palm Beach Post these days. That's right -- a brand new Publix grocery store is going up on Belvedere. It's VERY exciting. I'll be able to walk over for lunch and grab some of those 2-for-1 specials at the same time. Knowing how interested all of you are in news this big, I'm going to start posting weekly updates on the construction process. Don't thank me. I'm a giver. So without further ado ...

Walls for the new Publix are taking shape!  (Photo: Left-Side)

SAVE WATER; DRINK CHAMPAGNE WITH DOGS

From The Right-Side...

There are signs everywhere, you just have to look at them. In my case I assembled them to do a crummy, yet sincere, video for this blog. Friday means it is time to bring random. Randomly.

The sign says it, but bring your own bubbly.

In honor of Earth Day, and the current water crisis situation in California...I discovered a rather splendid solution. 

Save Water, Drink Champagne...my new mantra! Why not? At the very least gold lettering on canvas is quite cool.




Eat, Drink, Beach and bring champagne.

Eat, Drink and Beach says my little tray/sign. In So-Flo, that is fairly simple. However, which restaurant, which cocktail and which beach is enough to give one the vapors. Goodness!

Our mutt (she's not, but it's fun to call her that), is already bored hanging out with me, and Friday is only a few hours old. The expressive face of a Cavalier says everything, and I accept the realness of it.

VOGUE!

Okay, it's ROUGE!

A bored face belongs on the cover of a faux-magazine, so here ya go. Moronic reality 'stars' are constantly splashed all over random rags, but my dog does it better. She brings her own fur, has not done a sex tape like Krappy Kimidiot, and has dignity and grace when she pees on the grassy knoll. You know I mean? I thought so.

Later this evening, I shall have my fingers wrapped around a chilled  flute, non-faux champagne bubbling, and my bored Cavi by my side. Cheers!

Gotta dash...

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ADULTS ONLY, KIDS-TAKE A SEAT IN THE KITCHEN

From The Right-Side...

Listen, don't get me wrong, I LOVE kids. Love 'em.

But, Anna Wintour (Vogue honcho, in case you only read this blog), as well as that Nova Scotia restaurateur, Richard Moore, were not wrong when they expressed strong feelings that small, moody kiddies should NOT attend fashion shows or dine at ALL restaurants.

Loud music, flashing lights and questionable runway couture are too much for the senses of tots. Don't we all know kids should feel free to put on their OWN fashion show...in their livingroom!

Walking the livingroom catwalk!

Sitting quietly for a few hours while adults sip expensive wine and devour delectable bits is just not what kids are designed to do. Ever.

Adults Only, snazzy restaurants and snobby fashion shows should be allowed. Definitely. No apology necessary.

My heart is not completely made of granite. I also get that hardworking parents want to spend time with their little love-bundles, AND have a date night or just a dinner prepared by someone else.

Got it!

However, I bring no shade to Miz W, or the Canadian.

Mr. Moore, owner of The Lobster Pound and Moore, went on a Facebook rant about banning screaming kids from his establishment...and then apologized. Spineless.

The Devil wearing Prada and oversized shades? Never!

Honestly, this is all SO simple.

Parents, if you want an adult-themed evening out, get a sitter for your precious tow-head, or find kid-friendlier places. You will find them on every corner. It is the wise choice.

Restaurants, have an early-bird option  for those wishing to lug kids to fancy-pants dining, an ADULTS ONLY section or night/s.



Kids need to roam when they eat finger food!

ADULTS only after 7:00 p.m., seems very reasonable. Sort of like being 21 to be served a perky libation (liquored-up drink).

My idea will never fly, because it does seem to me as though many kids have NO bedtime. No matter what time TLSide and I drag our asses around for dinner and a cocktail or two...KIDS. Not well-behaved for the most part, sadly.

Yep, there comes a point in the day when the playground-set needs to take a seat at the kitchen table (at home) with a healthy snack (do Lucky Charms count?), slide into their jammies, listen to a story and cuddle a stuffed animal.

And, just like that...Mr. Sandman hits their sparkly eyes with magical sleep dust.

See, simple!

Gotta dash...

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BEHAVING LIKE A DOG IS SMART

From The Right-Side...

It is Friday and I think it is time to put away my causes (of which I have many) and just be random...with a cocktail.

Well, just one LITTLE cause. This wonderful saying about never apologizing for being YOU. You gotta be you, because who else ya gonna be? Right?

 

Dogs have this vision mastered.

Side-eye, done right.

Take our Cavalier KCS, sitting here, giving us some MAJOR side-eye-shade.

She knows what she wants, when she wants it and how she wants it. She never regrets pawing our legs until they bleed...for treats. She has no regrets about crowding us out of the king size bed. Yeah, we still love her, so proves my point.

Behave like a dog with a lovely cocktail in your hand. Why not?

Cheers!!

Gotta dash...

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