A Radox Love Affair

This is going to sound a bit overly dramatic, but I am pretty much devastated to find out that they have discontinued my favorite bubble bath. Normally, I wouldn’t get this flustered over a product (although it is annoying when you finally find a sunscreen, lipstick, shampoo, makeup, etc that you like and they promptly discontinue it), but this one has some sentimental value for me.




Let me take you back to January 2007. For those of you who don’t know, I have a ridiculous memory for pointless details. Let’s start with the fact that I know without a doubt that the date was January 6th — the first Saturday of my study abroad in London. I actually know this without looking back at my London Journal, but here’s a post from that week if you'd like to fact check.


I had finally somewhat adjusted to being on UK time and Professor Kerrane wrangled us all from breakfast at the hotel, walked us down to the bus stop, and the whole 18 of us caught the #68 bus from Southampton Row (in front of the Food City) to South Bank for a tour of the area. The idea was for KK (a nickname coined by study abroad groups past that we affectionately adopted for Professor Kevin Kerrane) to show us around the area of the London Eye, Tate, National Gallery, etc. After which, we all huddled under an overhang at the Globe Theatre awaiting our scheduled tour. That’s when it started pouring.


It had been raining all day, but as soon as our quirky tour guide, Kitty, began her theatric rendition of all things the history of Shakespeare, the skies opened up. Which of course is great when you’re touring a building with a giant hole in the center.




I distinctly remember that I had worn my brand new, slip on, blue, fake suede loafers because they were the most comfortable shoes I had with me. By the time we had finished our tour, I was squelching around and my jeans were wet up to the knee. Because of the rain, half of the folks I had come with headed back home, but the rest of us stuck around to watch some spectacle put on by Mummers that was unfolding on the street.

I’m still not 100% sure what the production was, but the costumes were something else. It was sort of a wandering production, so Alice, Em, Dan, and I wandered with them.



Eventually, because the crowd was so dense, I lost the rest of my group. The play ended, and I was alone in unfamiliar territory. For whatever reason, I felt at home in London from the second I stepped off the plane, so this didn’t bother me. Actually, I was pretty excited, because this marked my very first solo adventure since I really had no choice but to find my way home or to dryer ground.


Thoroughly soaked to the bone after about 5 hours of being rained on, I decided all I wanted to do was go home, hang up all my clothes (since we were hotel bound and a dryer was a luxury we didn’t have unless we wanted to schlep 6 blocks to the nearest Laundromat), and take a nice, hot bath before we headed out for a play that evening.


Although the hotel room we stayed in wasn’t fancy, it did boast one of the best bathtubs I’ve ever seen. Actually, until our recent stay in Harpers Ferry, it was the best one I’d ever seen. This isn’t the actual tub (why I didn’t take a picture of it is beyond me because I over-document every other thing in my life), but it is a tub in the President Hotel so you can get an idea of how deep it was. You actually have to hoist a leg up and over to step in. I had bruised shins for the first week until I got the hang of it.


So anyway, there I am on Southbank somewhere, in the rain with a plan for a bath. The other thing you must know is that this was also the morning of the great hair straightener/outlet converter explosion of 2007. So basically because the wattage was off, I fried my hair tool along with the brand new Brookstone converter from Christmas just 11 days earlier. Now that my hair was soaked from the rain, I was going to have to do something about it, so I hopped the #68 bus back to Northbank and got off at Holborn since I knew there was a Boots there. Because I'm weird, here's a map of exactly where it was. I stuck a star on the map to show you where my hotel was in relation.





So I picked out a straightener (with a British plug – if you’re ever going to the UK and don’t want to risk hair tool explosions, feel free to borrow), and now because of my impending bath, I picked out some cheap, 99p bubble bath. After a long walk down Southampton Row and Guilford Street, I wandered back to room 105, filled the tub, and began the love affair with the best bubble bath ever.


From that afternoon on, pretty much every day after our morning excursion into the city for class or a play or a museum, I would come home, run a bath, and pour in a few capfuls of Radox Herbal Bath with Vanilla and Milk. It was like crack. It made my skin soft which was a feat in and of itself during a London winter, and the smell clung to my skin in a way that was comforting. I would read all my assignments (lots of Orwell) in the tub before getting ready for dinner and either a play or a night out. I think I totaled three bottles of Radox myself and another one that Emily helped work through on that trip. And on the last day, I stopped into Boots and bought two more to take home with me.


So for the last three years, four months, and 9 days, I’ve been rationing the stuff a capful or two at a time. Every time someone goes to the UK, I beg them to stop at the chemist and pick me up a bottle or two, promising undying affection and twice the price. I almost caved and ordered it online for the whopping price of $12 with $17 shipping, but talked sense back into myself before committing such crazy acts of desperation.


So, now my mate TJ is returning home to the UK for a bit and of course I made the obligatory “Could-you-stop-at-Boots-and-pick-up-crappy-99p-bubble-bath-crack-for-me-please?” plea. He agreed and I was ecstatic. I decided to do a little research to see if I could find it online if for nothing else but a photo to go with the blog post gushing about how much I loved this stupid bottle of pink happiness. But I couldn’t find it. Anywhere. I immediately jumped on the Radox official website and frantically scrolled through every single product. Twice.


Nothing.


I used their search engine.


Nothing.


I looked through every page of the website to see if I could find news about discontinued items or some hint of where my beloved bath had gone. And then I saw it. The buyout. Sara Lee bought Radox. In 2009. Which means if they discontinued my product when that take over happened, I was an entire year late to the "buying-the-last-cases-of-bubble-bath-to-inject-directly-into-my-veins" party.

I emailed customer service, all the while willing that it wasn’t true. But alas, an overly cordial email hit my inbox just moments later.




Sufficient numbers, my ass! What do you mean? My 10 bottles over the course of three years wasn't enough to merit continuing to produce a product? Alright, fine. I guess you guys have to make a living too.

But the thing is, because I thought TJ was going to be able to pick up some more...I stupidly used the last precious quarter inch two nights ago. Now I can't even be creepy and smell the last little bit that was left clinging to the inside of the container.

So now, I’m willing to pay the ridiculous price online to get even one more bottle of the stuff if I can find it. If nothing else, the nostalgia of having it would be a reminder of some of the best weeks of my life so far. It’s funny how something as silly as inexpensive bubble bath bought on a whim one rainy winter day can come to signify a time when things were right in the world.

The Best Candy Closet in the Tri-State Area

So Alex came home with a box of Chips Ahoy cookies yesterday. The original, crunchy with chips in every bite variety. I don't ever buy stuff like that, so I'm pretty sure that I haven't had one of those since I was about 13 years old. I didn't even remember that I liked them to tell you the truth. Then I had one, and all of a sudden I was in grade school again. After school, still in that awful uniform.




(And on a related note, the new skorts for the older girls are the definition of terrible. I really like Rush's description though, "For those active yet classy girls, try our cotton/polyester blend girls skort featuring an elastic back and a two button wrap around front. Perfect for any girl on the go!" You couldn't have paid me enough to wear that.)

As soon as we got home from school, Mom Mom and Pop Pop always sat us down and we all got snacks and did our homework. Mom Mom had the best candy closet in the tri-state area (actually, she still does). It was always packed with empty, oversized Skippy peanut butter tubs of both peanut and regular M&Ms, miniature Snickers bars, and Starburst. The second shelf of the closet was designated for packs of Milano cookies, chips, a covered pot with a plastic knob on top filled with every flavor of Trident gum available (too high for the littler kids to get at), and two giant Tupperware containers of Chips Ahoy and Oreo cookies respectively. Mom Mom bought in bulk, so all the cookies came in giant cardboard boxes, and the Tupperware containers were filled a sleeve at a time.








Usually, as far as the cookies go, a four inch stack of either or both were paired with a full glass of whole milk in a mug like this one.

I actually remember fights breaking out over who got what color mug. I think the dispute had something to do with Power Rangers and how each kid's cup color should correspond to the correct gender power ranger. I usually ended up with the creme colored mug since I didn't really care, but the "Trini," "Jason," and "Billy" colored-mugs were always the most popular. I also remember a time when Victoria was in a high chair while we were all eating Oreos, but she didn't like the cookies, just the cream. I remember sitting there with a butter knife, scraping the creme out of the center and giving it to her (which was hard work considering the Double Stuf variety hadn't been invented yet).

During the summer, we would forego the usual snacks and Pop Pop would walk us around the corner to the deli to get water ice. It wasn't very far, but it was always funny to see Pop Pop trailed by half a dozen kids through Cleveland Heights.

Lots of good memories...

Harpers Ferry and a Weekend in Roanoke

This past weekend, Alex and I took a trip down to visit his grandparents. I don’t know if I’ve mentioned it previously, but Grandma Grace and Pop are pulling up roots and moving back to Pop’s birthplace in Freemont, Nebraska. So of course we had to come down to the house on the mountain one last time to visit and see the old stomping grounds before they move to their cozy apartment amidst the cornfields.

We started out our drive on Thursday after work and decided to stop for the night about halfway to Roanoke in Harpers Ferry, West Virginia. I didn’t really know much about the area except that it is my favorite part of the drive down to western VA, so when Alex suggested it as a stopping point, I was all for it. The first B&B we tried to book was already full, but with some internet search I found The Ledgehouse. It wasn’t until we’d taken a turn off 340 and followed the directions to the bottom of the biggest, steepest hill I’ve ever seen that we really got the meaning of the name. The house was quite literally set into the cliff right over the water.



If you’ve never been to Harpers Ferry, you should know that it’s essentially the spot where West Virginia, Virginia, and Maryland come together at the Shenandoah River. It’s also one of the only towns on the Appalachian Trail, a major railroad hub, and famous for many historical folks stopping by. Our room on the second floor of the house had a deck that overlooked the water. You can see Maryland on the left and Virginia on the right.




The room itself was lovely and even had a huge bathtub that was easily two and a half feet deep. There were also other fun knickknacks including a porcelain cowboy riding a chicken.






That evening, we went out to The Anvil and had some specialty crab cake sandwiches and a local West Virginia brew called Mountaineer. I had the nut brown ale and Alex had the blonde. On the way back down over the giant hill, a possum ran across the road. I had never seen one before, so I got really excited, which Alex thinks is hysterical. I ended up using my phone to look up videos of possums playing dead later that night, also much to his amusement.


The next morning, breakfast was on the table at nine sharp. It was completely delicious and consisted of a sort of quiche with tomatoes, zucchini, and cheese, a really delicious fruit salad, perfectly done bacon, fresh-squeezed orange juice, and coffee with real cream. I was literally full from this until about 7pm that night. It was so good.






After breakfast, we signed the guestbook, gathered the last of our stuff from the room, and headed on down the road. Alex’s parents started out from home that morning, so they weren’t far behind us. Here's a little something that marks the halfway point between home and Roanoke.



Once in Roanoke (seeing the telltale Mill Mountain Star long before we entered the city proper), we headed to Star City Games. Alex discovered a while back that Roanoke has a relatively famous store dedicated to gaming. It’s sort of like Days of Knights on Main Street in Newark, except bigger. So we drove by there to find it on the way in because Alex planned to return that night to see what Roanoke had to offer as far as Friday Night Magic is concerned.


After the gaming store, we took the infamous trip over the mountain to get to Alex’s grandparents house in the valley. If you’ve never heard me talk about this before, just know that the road up the mountain is a little scary for a city girl. It’s only about a car and half wide despite being two way, windy, hilly, and sparsely covered in gravel. What do you do if another car comes on your trek up the mountain? Why, you back down the hairpin turns and let them pass.


During the day the drive is beautiful, but the very first time I came down the mountain with Alex after having been at his grandparents all day, it was a little terrifying. It was December and it was dark. The fog had set in and lights actually made visibility worse. You couldn’t see more than two feet in front of the car (which is important when it’s possible you could easily drive over the side of the cliff). I also distinctly remember Alex saying, “Whelp, I know the road’s over there somewhere,” on a particularly menacing turn. Luckily we made it out alive although I’m pretty sure there were some tears and that my life is slightly shorter now.


This time around, all of our drives up and down the mountain were beautiful, green, and in the light of day. We actually videoed our last trek up the mountain for posterity. It’s long, but it’s very pretty.




Once at Grandma Grace and Pop’s, we took a look around at all of the work they had done to pack the house and more importantly, all that was left to do. There was a lot lot lot of stuff in that house. We explored the newly expanded deck, saw the second bedroom full of boxes that were ready to go, and even heard the story of Pop wanting to bring all 600 of his VHS tapes to the apartment, at which point Grace began insisting on bringing all of her fabric along too. Most interesting in our adventures for that particular day included going into the old house. In the photo below, the house on the right is the house Pop and Grace built. The old house is beyond it.


Back in 1980 when Grandma Grace and Pop bought the land that their house is on now, the house they are currently living in was not built yet. According to Alex’s mom, they lived in a trailer on the property and used the bathroom in an old house that was there from a previous owner. Apparently the house wasn’t in great shape even back then, so now, thirty years later, it’s basically a big mass of leaking roof and soft floors. The staircase is rotted out so Alex’s mom, Alex, and I wandered over to see what was upstairs using the ladder that Pop had left out there.


Upstairs we found (along with more rat poop than I have ever seen) an old portable hair dryer, a briefcase full of Pop’s documents from the water treatment plant in North Carolina, old pictures, a couch, a train set, a variety of mismatched shoes, more glassware than I can even describe, an exercise machine from the 1960s, a novelty Zippo lighter the size of a VHS tape that still worked, and a vintage slinky with the box still intact. We also found a hornets’ nest and some of the inhabitants which was our cue to leave and go back up to the main house. Here's a shot of the inside of the old house.



That night Alex and I checked into the hotel, grabbed a quick bite at Wendy’s, and then headed back to Star City Games. He played Magic with a bunch of folks for 5 hours. I finished an entire book. I think hanging out there totally made his night even though he left with a 2-2 record. Here’s the view from the couch that I hung out on all night.




The next morning, we started off with breakfast at IHOP where the coffee was so bad that we opted to go to Starbucks afterward. Then it was back up the mountain for day two of helping get Grace and Pop ready to move. We started by going through Pop’s old military trunks that had been in the old house. We de-militarized his uniforms according to protocol by snipping the buttons and patches off. In the trunks we also found a lot of Alex’s Mom’s baby stuff including baby blankets, tiny crocheted clothes, and even her baby book where under “Response to Punishment,” her mother wrote something along the lines of “doesn’t listen and does what she wants anyway.” Everyone got a kick out of that.



After going through the trunks, we helped Pop go through his desk. Some of the stuff we found there included a solar cigarette lighter, slide rules, onionskin paper, old IDs from the 1950s, about a million neat photos including a baby photo of Alex I got to keep, an old typewriter, stamps that predated me, matchbooks, and a bunch of other interesting stuff. We even found the receipt from Mr. and Mrs. Urbanik’s wedding reception from 1976. That one’s going on the fridge at home. I think my favorite thing we found was a calendar from 1980, where on November 11th, Pop wrote “Stan called to say that Mary had the baby” referring to the day Alex was born.


Later that day after picking up lunch for everyone, Alex and I saw a giant turtle outside by the creek at the foot of the driveway. When I went back out with Alex’s mom to show her, the neighbor’s dozen dogs or so came bounding down the hill. This is a pretty common occurrence, but this time around they all circled around this turtle. We tried to shoo them away, but they didn’t decide to leave until it tried to bite one of them before tumbling head over heels back into the creek. Poor turtle.







After most of the dogs left, we couldn’t seem to get the smallest puppy to go back over to his side of the road. He kept following me around and eventually we let him stay. Shortly after, while cleaning out the old house of the last of the glassware, the puppy came in with us and decided to hide out from the rain. We really considered absconding with this little guy because he was super cute and well-behaved. Plus the neighbors don’t take care of their animals either.



Later that night, we met Alex’s parents, Grace, and Pop at the Chinese Buffet and had a nice meal. We all had a good time figuring out our Chinese sign (I’m a Ox) from the menu and seeing who was compatible with who. The fortune cookies were also pretty funny. After our dinner, Alex and I had a date to Barnes and Noble (apparently the happenin’ hot spot in Roanoke on a Saturday night – aka the only place that’s open). He got a comic book, I got a bridal magazine. After that was a quick trip to Kroger for wine and chocolate, and then back to the hotel for an early evening of reading since literally everything closes by 9pm.


The next morning, we took our last trip up the mountain to say goodbye to Grace and Pop. Alex and I got there before they returned from breakfast, so we wandered through the wet grass to take some pictures of the property. I know that I was feeling emotional because that was the last time we would be there, so I know that Alex was reliving all the childhood memories he’d made in his times there. He told me about the baby goats playing king of the mountain, and the dogs that used to live there as pets. He told me about losing his hunting knife on a hike and shooting out in the field. I stayed back a bit and took some really gorgeous photos as he reminisced.



Once everyone returned home, we loaded up the car with all of the stuff we were taking home. Then, we took some photos on the brand new porch.







Then of course, it was time to hit the road. Grace and Pop saw us to the front door and everyone said goodbye one more time. Here's hoping for a safe move to Freemont, a successful auction, a quick sale of the house and property, and a visit soon...

Mangia Tutto!

So Pop-Pop's tomatoes are planted for the season. Although it's hard to see the garden, this is actually how I remember seeing it for the first time every year for as long as I can remember. Standing on my tiptoes. Nose pressed against the glass. Looking through the screen to see the little mounds of dirt that would miraculously become tiny plants, and then huge plants, and then eventually the juicy, red tomatoes. I also remember playing baseball in the backyard and knowing that if you hit a ball into Pop-Pop's garden, you'd better get it out quick before he sees. And there'd be hell to pay if you accidentally squashed a plant. We usually sent Nick in after them.

I never really thought much about the garden when I was little, but now that I'm older and starting my own family and my own traditions, I'm seeing the garden in a different light. It's definitely more than just a bunch of plants, because by the end of the summer, when the tomatoes are picked, the magic happens. The sauce-making begins. I've been there to help cut up tomatoes, or jar the sauce, but I've never made it through the whole process. The homemade pasta and the making of the sauce are a ritual that's been going on in this household since long before I was around.

I've just recently realized that I really want to know everything that goes into it. How is the pasta made? How many eggs? How much flour? How long do you simmer the sauce? And how much garlic? If there's on thing I've learned from my Italian family, it's that there's no such thing as too much garlic.

So my mission for this summer is to be around. To see how it's done. Lend a hand. Learn a thing or two. And maybe, someday, I'll do the same thing with my kids. Tell them all about Mom-Mom and Pop-Pop and all the good things and good food and good friends that came from that house.

The Polish Chef

So we've been in the house for just about three weeks now, and it's been really great. We've already had some friends over for dinner, held a game night, and had our first few rounds of family members who wanted to come see the new digs.

But my absolute favorite part of the new house with the huge, gorgeous kitchen is that apparently Alex has been withholding the fact that he's a pretty fantastic chef...


I mean, I knew he watched a lot of Food Network, but I thought it was just for the Giada factor. (Who by the way I have to admit, despite her huge head and her overpronunciation of all the Italian ingredients, is a rather cute lady with some really kickass recipes).

Well, I've sampled more than one of Giada's Everyday Italian recipes as prepared by Chef Alex, along with a few of his own creations — and there's promise of carne asada tacos for dinner on Saturday.

Oh, and in all those special grocery trips to get the last minute ingredients, I even got a surprise this week!

House Update

Did you know that when you go to Home Depot and you ask for plain white, vinyl blinds, there are literally a hundred questions you have to answer?

Light-blocking or standard? Cord on the right or left? Cord or wand to tilt? Tilt wand/cord on the right or left? Do you want the vertical blinds to push to the right or the left of your sliding glass door? Do you want those to tilt open or just push to the side? For the double window, do you want two sets of single blinds or one long double blind? If two single blinds, do you want one cord or two? Tilt or no tilt? A device that sticks to the wall to hold the extra cord so you don't accidentally strangle your future children? Do you want someone to come measure your windows? Install them? A tutorial on how to install them? Are you buying for some rooms or all rooms today? Which color white do you want?

HO-LY CRAP. Who knew that your window covering choices could affect your unthought of future children? And that choosing "white" involves Disney characters (we went with Snow White).

And thus begins our first foray into home ownership and decorating. We decided this week that on top of unpacking, the blinds were the first purchase we had to make because apparently construction workers pop out of the woodwork whenever either of us takes a shower. Unfortunately, even after the game of 20 questions with Madelina at "the Depot," we won't be getting our blinds for another week or so...but they are coming to install them for a very reasonable price.

On top of blinds, I've also managed to unpack all but a handful of boxes. Saturday was mostly working on our bedroom. I added our new bed skirt (and obsessively steamed it so it laid right). I set up phones, DVD players, gaming systems, etc and tried to hide the wires. And I even moved all the yet to be unpacked boxes to the basement until we get the painting done. But of course my favorite part was organizing our closet. It's awesome.



Sunday, we even had our first "dinner party" with Matt and Nicole. Alex whipped up a delicious pasta dish with turkey sausage, olives, mushrooms, and diced tomatoes over fettucine, and I added a side of "beans and greens." Matt brought root beer and ice cream for root beer floats. All in all a lovely and productive weekend.

If I Never Have to Drive a Rental Truck Again, It Will Be Too Soon

As you all know, move in day was Saturday. And of course because I rented it (and Alex needed to stay at home to greet folks when they got there to help) I got the job of picking up and driving the rental truck over to the apartment. Let's just say I have a new found respect for folks like my Dad who drive those giant trucks, because my experience with my little glorified minivan was enough to make me realize that that is no job I'd ever want. I'm also starting to understand why my Dad was so vehement about learning to use your mirrors...when you're driving a vehicle that you can't turn around and look behind you to change lanes, you figure it out pretty fast. I learned on I-95 merging from the left lane across 4 lanes of traffic all the way to the right to be able to get off at 273. Not just another pretty face...


The move went smoothly, but I guess you can't really expect much less when the Papilis and Urbaniks offer their help. We had 25 people total including almost all of the Papilis, Alex's parents, Aunt Lynn, Mark, and Aunt Beth, Ray Brown, Marty Keefe, Steph Polukis, and Steve Lanahan. Talk about effective...they had everything loaded into the car within an hour. And then when we got down to the house (the truck driven by Uncle Paul...love him!), everything was not only in place by 12pm, but also things happened like my linen closet being organized, beds made, clothes put away, and toiletries stashed neatly under the sink. Those guys even dragged the washer and dryer up to the second floor and hooked them up! And Britt was a huge help and went to Capriottis to pick up food, so with sandwiches plus the beer, soda, and chips I had bought the night before, we were in business!


By the time Aunt Mary Beth, Uncle Pat, Ryan, baby Peyton, Nak, and Matt got down there at 1230, we were all relaxing in the kitchen and people were beginning to leave. So I got to hang out and hold the baby and visit with family which was nice. Oh, and then we got to return the rental truck when those folks left. Nak came with me this time and was my moral support. This time it was a straight shot down 13 from the house with no merging (yay!), so it was pretty uneventful. Well except for waiting under the watchful eyes of Manny, Moe, and Jack while they inspected the truck for any damage. This picture doesn't do it justice, but those statues are creepy...




Actually that does it NO justice except that you can see that they are perched above the registers staring at you. Here's a close up of a similar outdoor statue of the "Pep Boys" I borrowed from Google.



After that, went back to the apartment to see how Joe Dawson made out. In my infinite wisdom, I asked a family friend who cleans as a side business if he would like to make some extra money and clean out the apartment once we'd vacated. Best. Idea. Ever.

I think the apartment looked better when we got back after moving than it did when we first moved in! Everything smelled lemony fresh, the carpets, windows, and baseboards were immaculate, AND Joe even folded the last load of laundry that I had left in the dryer. Talk about full service. That man is a godsend.


Dropped off the keys at the office, said goodbye to Barrett Run, and headed down the road to Canal View. All in all a very good Saturday and a successful move.