annieology

Disclaimer:  My brother in law, He Chef, works for Wolfgang Puck.  AND @jamie_oliver does not follow me on Twitter.

The moment it was revealed that we had went to eat at Jamie Oliver’s restaurant in London, Jamie’s Italian, He Chef started asking for details.

Why?  Because he’s awesome at his job, and wants to make sure everyone loves their Wolfgang Puck experience.

That being said, the only thing these two “brands” if you will have in common, is the name recognition.

First, I have mostly had Wolfgang Puck in Las Vegas.  Only had Jamie Oliver in London.  Vegas and London are two entirely different worlds.

Also,

when I go to Wolfgang Puck, they know I belong in some way, shape or form to He Chef.  Know that I am going to be informing on them.   My kids could play in the fountain and throw rocks at guests and it would be “all good”.

OK they weren’t that bad, but close.

First,  Jamie’s Italian.   The bruschetta was the best EVER.  I still dream of it, and will for awhile.  I regret not taking advantage of a free hour and going back for more.  It will be the first thing I do next time I’m in London.

We went on a Saturday over to the Canary Wharf location, only a couple of blocks from the Canary Wharf Tube.  It is located in an area where there are a lot of offices.  Despite the area being sleepy on a Saturday afternoon, Jamie’s was hopping busy.  The staff was wonderful.  After the bruschetta, the rest of the food was good, probably the best I had in London, but it wasn’t “omgoodness I’m going to die” like the bruschetta was.  Yes, I’m stuck on the bruschetta, it was that good.

as opposed to Wolfgang Puck.  Where everything that I put in my mouth makes me want to die immediately because nothing, ever will be as good as that moment.  Wasabi mashed potatoes.  Creamed corn.  I usually defer to whatever they bring me.  Last time I was in Vegas, I ate at Lupo’s in Mandalay Bay.  I had Kobe beef with a black truffle something, so yum.  They insisted on bringing dessert.  I don’t even know what it was, a ricotta/berry something.  Again, it was Vegas and I almost married it.

I would say you couldn’t go wrong with either choice.  I know that if I am ever near a restaurant operated by either Jamie Oliver or Wolfgang Puck, you’ll find me there.

Got my bag.

Purple, I know.  Be shocked. I couldn’t decide between purple and T-Moro Brown (who comes up with these?).  The universe decided for me.  No, T-Moro Brown left.

You probably heard about it on Twitter.  Well, some of you anyway.

So excited I was to have saved $80 I had to tweet it.  Immediately I got asked by Mr. B that I know IRL (in real life) “Where?”, because he has been trained to jump when someone says Dooney.  Good job Renee!

Guess what I did?

I asked him which bag his ever lovely bride wanted. Because it was a good sale and there were slim pickins, and I wanted my friend, his wife, to get the right thing at a great price.

Um hello, she possesses the only uterus in that coupling.

He had no clue, which was a good thing for him.  Had he known the model of purse his wife wanted it would have required me to make Tech Support punch him in the face in order for him to keep his man card.  But still giving credit for his training to jump at the words “Dooney. Sale.”

Not like this information is new to me.  I got omom a Vera Bradley for Christmas.  When I told Tech Support that I had the perfect gift for his mother and then told him “Vera Bradley” he was all like “oh, I have no idea what that means.”  And when I gave it to her and she showed it to her Tech Support he had the same look of “oh, I guess, whatever.”

Men????

Anyway, after buying my bag, I went to the grocery store, where I saw a man polishing his Geo.  Yes, I know.  They DID stop making that brand back in 1900 something (or if ESPN gets their way 2K-4).  You don’t have to tell me.

Somewhere along the way I ran into a cat person.  My face is on fire.

I actually remembered to pay for daycare.  I made it a point, for two very important reasons.  The first was that I LOVE them for taking (the kids off my hands) care of my kids three days a week.   Second was that I was walking in with a NEW PURSE that cost as much as a month of daycare for one kid, it would be kind of lame to stand there with my new purse and explain “I can’t afford to pay you right now….”.

Although, have you been to the local WIC office lately?  Yes, I know.  But I don’t qualify based on need, the kids qualify based on being in foster care.  Anyway, I drove the lamest car and people would openly mock my lame purse.

“Yeah, I can’t buy a Coach and a Navigator, I had to buy food.”

I know.  I am so going to hell.  Did I tell you I failed the compassion test at church?

Surprised aren’t you?

It’s not a lack of compassion universally, per se.  There was a time in my life when I needed help.  A short time, and instead of working the system, I worked.  It helped.  It was there when nothing else was. My car was a piece of crap and had no reason to get a purse of any kind.

Anyway, me and my heartless self need to fill out a BUNCH of paperwork to end the most boring portion of our life.  And pray that stupid attorney calls us back because they want us to do something that we aren’t required to do that will cost us money, and you know, I’ll pay the attorney 4x as much solely on principle.  I refuse to do ONE more thing than required by law to get these kids.  But will save that boring story for another day.

Yesterday, Mountain Momma awarded me this

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as a way to suck up to me for, well for being fabulous and kicking her ass in this…

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Just kidding of course, I want to be like her when I grow up.  Paid to write. Anyway, to fulfill my duties as a fabulous blog I have to tell you five of my obsessions.

First, as you all have heard, I love me an Old Navy tank or twelve.

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The rest of my obsessions are in the picture below.  I know when you add the Old Navy tanks into the mix you get way more than five.  But one of the images is me, and I am not my own obsession.  Well, who are we kidding, I so totally am.  I also know that my headband does not match my annieology shirt.  I love them all.  If you want to see a bigger picture click on the image.  Tech support says it will work, if it doesn’t we’ll blame him.

My ring is totally more awesome than this picture would indicate.  And symbolic of my obsession of my man, married these 11 years.  That’s like half my life as far as you know.

The shirt, is a gift from my friends.  I love it almost as much as I love them.  Skip and Susie rock!

The glasses are really cheap Vera Wang’s from Kohl’s.  I tend to lose things, so $20 sunglasses totally rule.

My headband, a total necessity for the bangs transition.  I haven’t decided if I’m going to keep the bangs or not, they are cute, but I have to get them cut every two weeks or they look all lame.  The headband is great, and it matches my 50s housewife apron, AND is reversible, just like my apron.

My phone, is purple, and I can read blogs, and it has Facebook.  I’m set.  I hear it also can be used as a phone, but that has yet to be determined.

I think that pretty much covers my obsessions.  My next duty is to pass this award on to five fabulous blogs.  In keeping with the obsession theme, I decided to award the award to my five most obsessed blogger friends, according to the webalizer top referrers.

It was close, only two referrals difference between the top two finishers.

1. Suite Life of Lucy and Ethel
2. The Monster Wrangler
3. Miraculously My Own
4. The Accidental Mommy
5. Reptiles in the Icecream (top Facebook sharer)