@winner: Y'all should see her sons. They travel around the country saying "OOOooo- weeeeeEEE!" to people about their homemade recipes.
To their credit, these are smaller producers I haven't heard of, always with fresh ingredients. I could just do without the added soundtrack.
(And probably watch too much FN to begin with, which is what I get for having a crush on Alton, Bobby (don't say anything), Mario, Morimoto, Marcus, and The Chairman.)
Paula is a mom name in the English-speaking world? But it's such a pretty name!
All the Paulas I know are actually Ana Paulas. For some reason I don't know and can't really explain, it seemed to be a popular name combo among certain sub-sectors of the aspirational upper middle class of my country's capital city, so during the periods I lived there, I'd be friends with at least one Ana Paula. I know five of them and they're all lovely, polite, a little too-easily scandalized and really sharp dressers. It was one Ana Paula who took me shopping for scarves in Paris, and another Ana Paula who arrived with a bottle of vodka ready to comfort me after an awful break-up when I lived in a small town in the Alps. Another Ana Paula got married a few years ago and made her friends sing "Everybody's Changing" at the reception.
Wouldn't Paula be a kooky Southern mom? Other than a couple of the celebrity examples, every time I've met a Paula or Pauline she's been an older Southern woman. It seems like it's more popular in that region of the country.
My mother's best friend is a Paula. She's a sweet, goofy Southern lady and I love her to death. She's like a quirky aunt, and she has the funniest stories, like the one where she thought "No Country for Old Men" was going to be a comedy for some reason. Her playback of her reactions was priceless.
My MIL is named Pauline, and she is a wonderful and truly eccentric woman. When I first started dating my future husband, we went over to her house and she was in an artistic phase where she covered random objects in tin foil. She also shops almost exclusively out of the the discount shopping carts at the grocery store and gives us gifts of socks, sponges and cash.
I've known one Paula, and she was in her 60's and beyond fabulous. Multiple husbands, always dressed to the nines, a mouth like a sailor. We worked together in a boutique. She didn't really have to work and was only there sporadically, but I loved her because she wouldn't put up with any shit from our high-maintenance customers.
It's a great name! My first daughter is KathArine (after Hepburn and Graham) and there was little to no argument on it. She used to be Katie but now she's definitely Kate. She fits the description to a tee, although I wonder how much of it is tied to parental expectation. Like, how many kick-ass Bambis do we know?
I was THIs close to Kate. it's the perfect name for petite lesbian with big boobs. Instead I'm a Kristi, the perfect name for a leggy blonde cheerleader. WTF Mom. It's like she didn't even want me to learn to read. (Which Idid. By myself. Before i started school.)
My future daughter (because I WILL have one) will be Katherine Mary Margaret, and she will be a Kate. Not a Katie, not a Katherine (though they are both beautiful names), but Kate. I love that name :) #namegame
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Your description of them is perf.
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To their credit, these are smaller producers I haven't heard of, always with fresh ingredients. I could just do without the added soundtrack.
(And probably watch too much FN to begin with, which is what I get for having a crush on Alton, Bobby (don't say anything), Mario, Morimoto, Marcus, and The Chairman.)
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And Paula is entertaining! My boyfriend is in love with her and I've spent many a Saturday night watching Paula's Party!
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o_O
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All the Paulas I know are actually Ana Paulas. For some reason I don't know and can't really explain, it seemed to be a popular name combo among certain sub-sectors of the aspirational upper middle class of my country's capital city, so during the periods I lived there, I'd be friends with at least one Ana Paula. I know five of them and they're all lovely, polite, a little too-easily scandalized and really sharp dressers. It was one Ana Paula who took me shopping for scarves in Paris, and another Ana Paula who arrived with a bottle of vodka ready to comfort me after an awful break-up when I lived in a small town in the Alps. Another Ana Paula got married a few years ago and made her friends sing "Everybody's Changing" at the reception.
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I need to call her up.
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She was expecting a "Grumpy Old Men type of movie!! You know!! One of those old men movies!!"
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