UNFRIEND, CHOSEN LAST, LET US DANCE

From The Right-Side...

There is so much scamming going on all over the 'net, I never know what is real and what is as fake as Hollywood. I tend to be a skeptic.

Yesterday, making the rounds, was a $100.00 coupon from the grocery chain, Publix.

It was splashed and shared all over Facebook.



No, I don't know them!

Spend $120.00 and get a $100.00 refund.

SCAM!

But, before it went crashing into the recycle bin, it went like wildfire.

Which brings me to that so-called Unfriending App. You know the one telling you who has unfriended your little self on Facebook?

Supposedly, the Facebook police have shut that little party DOWN.

Was it ever a real app, or was it just another fake?

Personally, I don't care either way. I just wish Facebook would stop hounding me with the constant flow of names of people...I MAY know because we have one mutual friend.

More importantly, I do NOT care to know who Unfriends me, and my MAJORLY IMPORTANT status updates, posted with wild (not really) abandon.

Why would anyone care about my mundane stuff (HINT: they do not)?

The way I figure it, WAY more than half of my FB connections, have un-followed (way different than blocking or unfriending) my shenanigans.

I don't need an app to tell me I am not popular.

Listen, as someone who was ALWAYS chosen last for any athletic-type team in school, this is small-potatoes! Trust me.

No pity. I was never picked last in dance class!

Those volleyball (insert ALL the sports) chicks, had a hard time working that barre (the ballet kind).

Dance never unfriended me!

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RUMORS AND FAREWELL OMAR SHARIF

From The Right-Side...

So much stuff that just makes me go...oh, dear.

TLS and I lift a glass to Omar Sharif.

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Sad to hear about the passing of the legendary, Omar Sharif.

He was so gorgeous and heartbreaking in, Doctor Zhivago.

He was so urbane in, Funny Girl.

Farewell...

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Rumors are flying that Reese Witherspoon and Sofia Vergara loathe each other because their movie, whatever it was called, tanked.

All the gossip points to a blame game going on. Could it be that people are simply over these two?

They have the same agent (Reese's hubs), so that sounds like escalated drama, for sure!

My real interest in this is zero. They have enough money, they should move on.

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Out along Highway 101, you know the PCH, accusations are flying in the general direction of Magnum P.I.

Seems Tom S. needed water for some avocados (or something) so someone (this part is vague) snatched water from a hydrant, illegally.

Who knows, just more rumors or fact?

This is some real P. I. stuff going down. Time will tell.

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So, let's just lift a glass to honor Mr. Sharif, and hope all those Hollywood-type rumors will resolve themselves, one way or the other.

Gotta dash...

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SUCCESS AT HOME GOODS, TEXTING FAIL AT STARBUCKS

From The Right-Side...

Wicked is as wicked does, right?

Random is...random.

This Wednesday I am posting random or wicked. I am still on the fence about it, but here goes.

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You know why I love Home Goods? Because occasionally the crowd is the perfect mix of cool people (excluding me, of course), interacting. Actually speaking to each other...not texting, or cheeks buried into a cell phone.


My model girl. Sitting on Home Goods-Goods!

Yesterday was one of those days.

A few people gathered in the furniture area, discussing likes, dislikes and approving choices.

The piece I selected got rave reviews all over the store. I reciprocated by approval stamping the choices of others.

RANDOM social success!

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Girls day out yesterday found us at a Starbucks (they have more than one) at a place in Palm Beach Gardens called, The Gardens Mall (super original).

Starbucks customers lack social skills.
 

Anyway, leaving the joint a guy behind me sort of touched my back with a cardboard tray of drinks he was balancing. I turned and made a half-assed apology for not seeing him behind me (yeah, I really did, but I had a method to my madness).

He gave me a very HARSH glare and muttered something unintelligible under his breath.

I turned back and said, that I really had NOT seen him (um, because he was BEHIND ME). Silly me, I thought he would acknowledge that he had touched my back, but nope.

We were moving slowly as we were corralling a toddler, so I get that he was in a hurry to get back to his high-stress job at H&M.

Instead of crowding his way out of the store, he could have used his voice to alert me he was behind me, said excuse me, coughed loudly...you know, been a human being. I would have moved.

The super suave (not really) guy could have said he was sorry for nudging me along with the back-touch, could have smiled, but nope.

He looked miserable (he needed that coffee, tea or whatever) and probably has no idea how to speak in a social setting. Sadly, he didn't know my number, so he could not text me, so he was at a complete loss at verbal, person-to-person communication.

He seemed a bit old to be an intern, but whatever his ranking on the mall-food-chain...getting drinks for colleagues is really NOT that serious.  

With that scowling face of his, I was just glad we didn't drop into that H&M (or some equally snazzy joint) and have to deal with him as his customer.

WICKED...right there in the mall!

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Well, there you have it...wicked AND random!!

Gotta dash...

BEING SHADED, NO TREES REQUIRED

The Right-Side...

There is so much shade being throw around on the internet, around the dining table, at the check-out of every store, and everywhere else.

Shade?

Being shaded is NOT about trees! Even our mutt knows.

Not the kind that cools you down. No, this kind can really heat you up.

You know, judging people, places, things and making comments (mostly rude) about all of it.

The recent cover of Rolling Stone has brought the house-of-shade down on the vapid human striking a pose with her smushed boobs (they are being squeezed to the max on that cover, but rumor says she is so full of plastic, one wonders if there is feeling in her nips?).

See, shade. Yeah, so easy to do.

Reality STARS like KKWest ask for it by their actions. They want to be shaded, as it were.

Here is what I wonder.

When people throw shade all over regular types like The Left-Side and I, do they know WE know they are doing it?

Yeah, it happens to us regulars with regularity.

People insult about age, weight, the state of residence (Florida tops the list of shade-tossing) and almost anything else.

On a semi-regular basis TLS gets comments on his grocery store selections. Once another customer asked him why he was buying so much soup (it was on sale). A lady even commented on his vegetable choices and made her own recommendations.

I don't get that at the grocery store, just everywhere else.

Shade to the face is alive and thriving!

Once, in Las Vegas, TLS and I were shaded BIG time.

Standing in line to get into a, very average and nothing special, club, we looked around and our, much younger, companion had abandoned us. Across the lobby of the hotel, said companion could be seen. Hm.

Wordless SHADE, but shade nonetheless.

Oh, we got it. Who would want to be seen with us amongst the beautiful (uh-huh) types in line at a Vegas almost-dive.

We abandoned the line, and went on to lurk in darker establishments. Fun ensued with younger companion. Who cared? It is what it is. Period.

So, for me...yeah, I usually know when I am being shaded by words, looks, and rolling eyes.

I try to keep this in mind when I am shading others. I try to make sure TLS can take 'em.

Gotta dash...

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BEN AND JEN DIVORCE IS NOT OUR BIZ

From The Right-Side...

In the least surprising news of the year, Ben (Affleck) and Jen (Garner) are splitting.

This highly expected announcement caused the Peanut Gallery to open the floodgates for Ben-Bashing.

Ben at his best in this film. JMO!

It is being said that Mini-Van-Moms are outraged and are praising Jennifer Garner for her amazing Mommy skills, and trashing Ben as the worst sort of cad.

The thing is, we don't know what their personal life is all about.

We do not need to know what their personal life is all about.

Do we enjoy Jennifer Garner as an actress?

If so, terrific.


Jennifer Garner dimples it up!

Do we enjoy Ben Affleck as an actor?

If so, terrific.

That should pretty much be the end of it, as far as the common folk are concerned.

To me, it seems sort of a perfect arrangement, this movie-star/movie-goer business.

The ticket seller at the local cinema does not ask me personal questions prior to purchasing a movie ticket. My business is not his/her business.

We, as a movie-going public ,need to know zip about the personal lives of the stars (using that term loosely for some) we pay cold cash to watch in a darkened theater or wrapped in a comfy robe on the sofa.

There is no harm (guilt) in reading the gossip about these Hollywood types. It is what they signed up for, and publicity is what they get. They don't get to pick and choose what is written. Well, they do to some extent (Publicist types don't get paid for twiddling their thumbs, now do they?).

But, it does take two to tango, two-sides to every story...well, you get it.

If I were guessing (and I am), I would imagine that Ben AND Jen contributed to the demise of their celebrity marriage. They looked cute enough together (also, pretty miserable), but perfect couple? Nope. That does not exist.

My opinion (worth less than two-cents)...if a marriage is not working...end it.

Children being raised by miserable parents, is not the best scenario. Ever.

Gotta dash...

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TEXAS AND OHIO WERE, BUT FLORIDA IS

From The Right-Side...

One January, over ten years ago, The Left-Side and I pulled out of urban life in downtown, Dallas, Texas, and pounced upon the hamlet called, Columbus, Ohio. It is sort of like Fort Worth, Texas, with more frigid temps.

Juno Beach on a random Tuesday.

For almost three years we did things like...reside in a place in downtown called Arena Crossing, purchase a historic house (built in 1905), found great food and drink and attempted to acclimate to the weather. We traveled, A LOT, in and out of the country.

The move was job related for TLS. It was an adventure.

Having left my job in Corporate America for the move, I found (made) new adventures...my art gallery for one.

We found (made) new adventures together.

Ohio, (and those adventures) is not what I want to harp on today.

We are fast approaching our 8th anniversary as residents of Florida. First, Tampa on the Gulf side, but mostly on the Atlantic side of South Florida. Again, career stuff for TLS.

Yes, it can be insane. Is insane.

People wonder if we miss Texas (they never ask that about Ohio), where we spent most of our lives.

Of course, we miss people. Very much.

The state?

No even one tiny bit. With every article I read, every politician I hear, I have no longing for the Lone Star State.

People have stopped asking about us moving back.

Each and every day I ignore the crazy that is Florida (traffic, tourists, seasonal types, politicians and zealots) and focus on the gift of the beauty surrounding us.

The flora is exquisite, and it stays that way 12-months of the year.

The setting sun is a glorious burst of gold, over palm trees.

The Atlantic of South Florida brings a serenity to the soul, and with each beach visit I whisper a wish into a shell I lift from the sand, and toss it as far as I can into the azure waves.

We are teaching Cate to do this, as she is a Florida born beach-baby-girl.

The fierce or serene waves swirling on the sand brings a calming to the soul.

So, cheers to So-Flo, we join in the crazy with relish!

Gotta dash...

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KIMPTON VERO BEACH KEEPS IT FRIENDLY

From The Right-Side...

Even pets need a get-away, am I right?

Who cares if the pets people need a change of scene, it gets old hanging around the same old digs, day after day, snacking on the same boring treats. Lounging around on the furniture, zipping (dragging) out for a pp on the same old grassy knoll, chasing a random bird, barking at animals on the television screen can only entertain a pup to a point.

Occasionally, a dog must have time to strut their stuff, and inhale the good sniffs in strange lands.

Now, strange lands don't have to be thousands of miles away. Nope, some times an hour away from the dog house will do it.

For us, that was Vero Beach last weekend.  An hour away in time, but MILES away in spirit.

Now, as any pet owner realizes, the problem with pet travels..pet -friendly hotels are NOT that easy to stumble upon. They are not even that easy to find with extensive internet searches.

The Left Side leads the way while our Cavi struts her stuff at Kimpton.

When you do find one, they are...how do I say this...sometimes not so, um, people-friendly. I think you know what I mean.

Enter the fabulous world of the dog-friendly Kimpton Hotels.

With 65 boutique hotels scattered around 30 cities in the U.S., they know how to treat pets and people, royally.

Cocktails done right by Vero Beach Hotel.

Not only can you take your dog along (they even provide pet bags for curbing) for a little R&R, but Kimpton, Vero Beach has a beautiful location, lovely rooms, top-notch staffing, food and drink.

It's all good!

Mostly, I am showing you in these photos, but TLS, our Cavalier King Charles Spaniel and I frolicked (no dogs on the beach, but that is okay with us) with abandon in the beauty and attention to detail at the Kimpton ,Vero Beach Hotel and Spa,

Oh, they also have an awards program...my favorite thing. One of them.

Woof!

Pet-Friendly Kimpton is simply GRAND!

Gotta dash...

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