Jump Starting A Semi

Oh, I , Fabiola didn't do THAT. But a friend of Mary's (actually a friend of the fella -- but the fella is out of town working) where was Fabiola? Locked in the broom closet tonight! THAT is where Fabiola was while Mary was up the road in the service truck, super dooper battery booster, reserve truck battery, and 2 pair of jumper cables in tow off to help jump start a semi tractor that just up and died in the middle of an intersection in the cold in the dark, isn't that the way that it always is? The truck started, it took 2 hours. All is well and Fabiola was out in time to watch Project Runway and jot this little note.

Shout out to Anony the commenter -- thanks for the wonderful sounding recipe in comments for Wednesdom! Will re-post as an entry when Fabiola can do justice to it. Hugs!

Wednesdom 02-12-2008

"I've always modeled myself after Ginger."

Marla Maples

Now, I, Fabiola, would not choose a lumpy, beige (though spicy sweet) root to model myself after, but it seems to have worked for Marla.

Fabiola prefers to grate Ginger and add it to fresh lemon juice and honey to dress fruit salad. Light hand with the Ginger folks!

Anony The Commenter(s)? ...

On Fabiola's short list of super heros!

Tuti-Fruiti Hat - That is The Answer

And now for the question. Posed by Anony the Commenter (Kinda sounds like a super hero, doesn't it?). Anywho, the question.

"What is it about buying some green grapes you consider throwing caution to the wind?"

The green grapes were at the very edge of the produce section dear Anony. That and they are the most dangerous fruit in the entire department. Some seek high adventure on Everest, Fabiola does fruit.

An Everest adventure costs thousands, involves Sherpas toting things (not that they are not lovely people I am sure) and Everest is famous for running out of oxygen. Fruit can be bought for mere dollars a pound, Fabiola can carry it by herself and there are always enough bananas.

Shopping Without a Net ...

I, Fabiola, did the grocery thing today, the sun was out, the weather was warm. Fabiola forgot her list. Being always intrepid I, Fabiola, declared my shopping trip and extreme adventure sport and proceeded without a list. Whoopie! The thrill!

Just to make things more exciting, Fabiola gave herself a time limit. Yes, yes, I know. Even with just 10 minutes, not only did I acquire 5 items that I was pretty sure were on the list, spontaneity took over, caution went with the wind and I, Fabiola, bought a package of green grapes because they were calling my from the produce section.

Fabiola Figures It Out ...

Well first,

It is now a known fact that a gal should never mix Sugar Free Red Bull (one of Fabiola's favorite beverages) with Captain Morgan's Spiced Rum. Trust Fabiola, just don't do it.

Now Diet A&W Root Beer and Captain Morgan's is a good mix.

Second, Mary (Fabiola's Largely Fabricated Alter Ego) has been bummed all day.

She was remembering the passing of a really, truly, wonderful disaster of a dog.

Even the effervescence of Fabiola can't counter act that. The last two links in the above post, however come close. Read them too.

Gum Boot Day

The weather in Fabiola world has been changable the last few weeks. Sub zero cold to springlike 40's. Snow, rain, ice, rain rain, ice, thaw.

Fabiola just can't keep up!

Fabiola decided today that she is going to wear bright yellow gum boots everywhere for the duration.

That is all for the moment. But it is Friday evening, Fabiola (for once) has not much that she HAS to do, and Fabiola has a bar all to herself in the basement. Most of you have seen it before, if you read Mary's blog. If you haven't Link to a photo of Fabiola's Bar ('n Grill) here.

Meanwhile Fabiola is off to mix up something wonderful to sip on while she ponders a real entry for today.

Wrestling Divas on Project Runway

Fabiola doesn't want to come across as a Fanatic Project Runway Watcher, but she watches. If you watched, wasn't last night's show a complete hoot?

Michael Kors, at judging, that was Fabiola's favorite part. The look on his face -- fluxomed, no other word for it. To Fabiola it was obvious that he had no contextual rudder to use to steer his reactions. Poor lost lamb! Fabiola was roaring with laughter. Not at him! At the situation he was in. Fabiola suspects that he doesn't usually watch professional wrestling. Just a guess.

Fabiola has been on the other side of that weird out of context look more than once. Not that Fabiola is as lovely as the wrestling divas. Not by a long row. No siree. Whilst Fabiola is very tall, she also once described herself in the following way:

Think female professional wrestler, without the breast implants and with a behind the size of Texas. Ok, not the entire state, a small ranch at least. If I were horizontal (and covered with turf) I could support at least 2 feeder cattle and a goat, maybe a few chickens.

Fabiola digresses. Fabiola knows that she is a wonder. She also knows that look that Mr. Kors was struggling with last night. Bless his heart. He handled the situation with grace.

Fabiola through a looking glass -- umm Lens

I, Fabiola have created my first Squidoo Lens! It is some about dealing with forties depression, but mostly about being Fabiola. Like Fabiola, it is a masterpiece in progress, feel free to comment or suggest.

Scamper over to read what I should have been writing here.

Wednesdom - Eleanor Roosevelt Quote

"The purpose of life is to live it, to taste experience to the utmost, to reach out eagerly and without fear for newer and richer experience. "
Eleanor Roosevelt



Fabiola nods in agreement. The above is exactly why Fabiola nagged Mary into going through with the emerald hunt. Mary has been not doing things that she wanted to do, for years because of not wanting to appear "this", or being afraid of "that". Brush up your beehive and go! I, Fabiola, told her. Mary had a blast.

What have you always wanted to do, but didn't because ...?

Fabiola's Omage (and suggestions) to Fashion Week

[ ... Some of Seventh Avenue’s most influential tastemakers are invoking in their latest collections the proprieties, the seamless appearances and the tony aspirations of midcentury Middle America. They are, in short, going bourgeois to the core. ... ]

from The Newly Uptight

By RUTH LA FERLA
Published: January 31, 2008

Fabiola suggests two words: Ric rac

Fabiola has a sister ...

Apparently, I, Fabiola am not the only saucy, cleaning, cooking weapon carrying Fabiola out there. Fortunately, I have better hair.

Fabiola's Adventure

Hey there! Fabiola here! Back from her latest adventure on the road. Above, Fabiola experiences (as only Fabiola can) the sea tank at Atlanta's Georgia Aquarium.

Mostly the story has been told by Mary Here. There are parts that she left out.

Like the part where she wasn't going to go emerald hunting by herself. She wanted to, but she never does fun things by herself. I, Fabiola grabbed her by the ear and kept her hoofin all the way from Atlanta to Hiddenite. Mary would have talked herself out of going. Good thing that I, Fabiola went along.