Domestic Abuse

I quite possibly (along with Da Bod) may have been the only American that didn’t eat Thanksgiving dinner. Not only did we not eat this near-holy-meal, but we neglected to eat anything all day long. Champagne turned into wine turned into Texas Hold ‘Em until after one in the morning with LaLo and Formally-know-as-Tut. I kicked their ass. I may not have eaten, but at least I won all the money… amazing how winning has the ability to change one’s previously negative views on gambling.


Da Bod called me at 7:30am Thursday to tell me he was on his way to spend the holiday with me (thanks for the heads up, Da Bod) making me promise two things: that we would drink champagne and that we would cook dinner. I told him I would not prepare a turkey and he said that he didn’t expect me to prepare anything more than the salad… sooo glad he knows me.

We went to the grocery store, Da Bod grabbed the All-American Traditional Thanksgiving Steaks and upon placing them in the cart he stalled and said. “I’m going to need some seasoning to prepare these… like salt and pepper.”

I looked at him and un-entertained, I replied “Da Bod, I have salt and pepper.”

He then said that he would need some Italian seasoning when I looked at him irritated, he interpreted as a quizzical look. “OCG, that’s a mix of various Italian seasonings.”

More sternly I again replied, “I am well aware of what ‘Italian Seasonings’ are, Da Bod. I have Italian seasonings.”

“Well, I didn’t know OCG. I’m not sure when the last time you would have used it might be, or how you might know what it was.”

“Of course I have it… LJ cooks.”


As I arose out of bed Saturday morning expecting a perfectly lazy weekend as LJ and LaLo had both taken off for their respective weekends away. I was completely excited to have the weekend alone.

I then turned over an amazing new leaf… I decide to domesticate myself. I cleaned, I vacuumed… and… decided that I would cook.

[insert record screeching here]

I had two steaks that needed to be prepared and I was going to do it. Myself. I just wasn’t sure how one would go about preparing steaks. I mean… don’t get me wrong… I have totally used the stove. I have boiled water for several things: coffee, tea and pasta. Yes, I know… I truly am a woman of many talents.

So I created my own marinade, and let the steaks… well… marinate.

I called Le and invited her over. She who has been my best-friend for… forever… would always Aofall accept the invitation and Bofall let me know how much the food might suck. She came over we had a wonderful evening of hanging out and catching up… and she told me my dinner was awesome… yesssssssssssssss.

I will now begin to explore all the facets of my domesticity that I may have previous ignored. In addition to yoga and exercising, Beach Chic and I have discussed taking art, cooking and sewing classes. Next time you see me wearing a smashing little number and ask if it a D & G, I will matter-of-factly reply, “No, this is an OCG original.”