Monday, July 28, 2014


Do you know that show Hot In Cleveland?
The premise is that these 3 women go to Paris together. One is depressed after a divorce, the other 2 are "has beens" in the entertainment industry. This trip was supposed to take them away and feel good about themselves and less depressed. All from LA. When their plane makes an emergency landing in Cleveland they find they like it there. They are considered attractive there, not old. They are liked if they aren't sticks/bag of bones and they can eat a potato and have a beer so they decide to stay and move there.

Well that pretty much was my reunion.  I am apparently hot in my hometown, just no where else in the world.  I did not go to the actual reunion for reasons I will share later. There was a meet and greet the evening before at a classmates bar in our hometown.

I meet my girlfriends at one of their moms homes. What a hoot. Mrs. Weaver looks fabulous and not a day older. I asked her what she was drinking to look so young. She said, Wine!
I think my wine is highly defective!

Honestly it was like a minute only went by. We 3 were laughing and talking about old times and just like we always were. We rolled right into the "characters" we were.  We walked into the bar and I swear to you I knew no one. Everyone came up to me and said Peggy and I would have a blank look on my face. Then once they said their name I could see it. But honestly I had trouble with more than not.

I heard from way too many that they had crushes on me but would never ask me out because I was "popular" or a "cheerleader" or insert any dumb reason. 
I told 'em all that is why I was home on Friday nights or just hanging with my guy friends. No one asked me out, or as much as my girlfriends (who I went to the party with)
One guy said he was certain I would say no. You don't know silly unless you ask.  One told me I was his favorite Cheerleader but since he named me Tits Malitz I don't think it had much to do with cheering. (my maiden name is Malizia...say it like the z as T sound in pizza - Ma- litz- z-ia)  One kid I had a crush on for years said he always had a crush on me but didn't think I'd ever go out with him. WHAT THE HELL? Why didn't you guys ask? 
When I asked him that he said he was certain I would say no and he didn't like the rejection. So when I told him I had a crush on him too he said, "I guess I blew it!" 
Yep, then he asked if I was married cuz he was divorced. Ooh ick! Yes, I am married and happily was my response.   I had a few ask me out and I had several say very nice things about me today. Where were these guys in high school? So it was good for the ole ego but now I'm back in reality and I'm the ugly duckling again. Damn it was fun while it lasted.

I talked to a few girls that said that they were so jealous of me and thought I was so confident and had it all....oh my what bullshit. OMG. Couldn't have been further from the truth. I was gregarious, friendly and all that shit but I was like any young girl at that age. Insecurities galore! I can't believe they thought I had it all together. No way until I was about 30. Just goes to show you that you don't know what is going on with anyone from the outside. 

The women all looked good. The men didn't fair as well. Two looked better than in high school the others were schleepy or fat or both.  The gay men looked fabulous. Even the girls that were a bit mousy in school now look great. But boy the men were a mess. I found those that left look better than those that stayed. Interesting. Those that stayed looked like they were from a small town. Those that left look like city slickers for lack of a better way to say it.

I must admit that I haven't stayed out that late in 25 yrs. I was literally out 2 hours before I normally wake up.  I only had 2 cocktails because driving was an issue. I was drinking water with lemon and I got peer pressure. I said to Chuck, "Hey I'm not 17 anymore, you can't make me feel badly about not drinking, pretend this is vodka."  He laughed and said he'd buy me a drink.  

A young woman who is one of my sisters friends and is 3 years younger than me married a guy from my class. They live in Florida now. They came up and she was rockin' a head scarf. I asked someone if she had cancer. Sure enough she did. She was given a few months to live. I sat and talked with her and I ended up crying and had to go fix myself after that discussion. She is so strong. But she really wanted to see family and everyone for the last time. She was tired early but it was so nice to see her and her husband. Her hubby's last name was Lucas and I always sat behind him in homeroom from 7th through 12th grade. (Besides the fact that we were friends) It is difficult to know what to say to people going through this. She and my sister lived together after college. I remember helping them move furniture and buying them pizza since I was the older sister with some cash. We laughed about some of the old days. What she is going through puts it all in perspective doesn't it? She is 55 with young children. She is determined to not be sad but see everyone who means something to her and to tell them. She's beautiful.

We even have 3 teachers that we had in high school show up.They were very young teachers probably not a lot older than us but a teacher in their 20's when you're 17/18 seems old. That was fun. The fact that they remembered more of us than I did is frightening to me.

The following day was a pig roast at some park. I did not go to this because my high school sweetheart, ex husband was going. I didn't want to deal with any of that.  Mark, a neighbor growing up and friend, wrote to me today that he was there asking if I was coming.
Mark wrote, "just like you said he would"  Yep. Don't need the drama or grief or uncomfortableness.  I had enough questions of, "Aren't you and Rick still together?" or "Where's Rick"  Since they don't know I am on my 2nd Rick I would have to tell them we are divorced and I've been with my husband for 27 yrs and married for 21.  Pain in the ass. 

Because I was a chick who hung out with the boys just as much as the girls I have a lot of male friends. Drove my father crazy because he didn't think boys and girls could be friends. So a few asked about my father which made me laugh. They spoke of how they were so afraid of him. That would make my father happy to hear. And the few dates I did have he would always try to put the fear of "George" in them. Successfully  scared them it seems if they still are talking about it  40 years later.

So fun was had by all. I needed to come home to sleep. I was out late every night and up early. I needed to come home just to get some Z's. I'm not young anymore, damn it! 

Thursday, July 24, 2014

Signs, Signs, Everywhere There's Signs

My husband will send me photos throughout the day.
Some just for before and after photos to change up the website.
Some for customers who aren't home to show them the work has been done.
Some to gross me out because he thinks that its funny how much it makes me ill to see people who never flush their toilets or leave very old dried up personal things on the floor where he has to work.

Here are a few of them from this week. None too gross - wouldn't do that to you.
He sends these to me with captions which can make me laugh.
Here are a few that I can share along with his captions/his words exactly as he sent them to me.

I don't want to live here!


She said she had trouble cleaning the tub. Staring at the filth doesn't count as cleaning it.

6 miles on this bumpy road. Glad it's not winter.

Nice view from their porch though once I got here

These are just the ones I can show you. Some are real doozies.  I had a plumber coming to my house last week. He had to go under my kitchen sink. I removed everything for him and then cleaned it. I didn't want him to deal with anything that had spilled (comet) or anything of that nature. You would think others would think the same when someone from our company is showing up. But apparently that is rare.

I changed all the fixtures in my powder room to oil rubbed bronze. I did this one day while Rick was out. What I couldn't do was replace the chrome drain in the sink to the oil rubbed bronze one. So when Rick got home he tried to do this without removing the sink from the wall. He could not. I called a plumber. The plumber said that the pedestal sink had to be cut from the wall and the two pieces be separated and then they could do it and then put it back together.  But the issue is that the paint color in that room was hand made/mixed. It's not a color one can buy. I don't have any left because my husband threw it away by accident (you know the head up his butt syndrome I referred to yesterday)  I asked the plumber if it would be a clean break and he laughed. I said to him, "I don't like that laugh."  He said he couldn't lie to me and  promise me that. I said never mind. So, I either have to find one like they have for tubs that will go over your existing one, live with chrome, (NO) or repaint the whole room. Aargh. I don't like my options here.

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

My Trip

I'm leaving Friday to go to the great white north also known as my hometown.
I will be attending my high school reunion.
Should be interesting. I can't wait to see the 2 women I am going with.
I know for a fact there will be laughs and giggles all night with them.
My neighbor just told me about hers and said "It was great! It was so hard to recognize people. Age sure takes a toll!"
I thought that was funny. We should have name tags that have our senior pictures on them.
Good way to recognize everyone.

It will be cooler up there and I love that. (high 70's I hear) 
I love that kind of weather so that should be great as well as comfortable.
I hope to make it to the beach if for nothing else to shoot some sunrise or sunsets.
It will be a fun filled crazy weekend and I can't wait to get away.
The drive is the only thing I hate. But I'm leaving very early so hopefully the turnpike won't be too bad. Oh who the hell am I kidding the PA turnpike is always awful.
Do you know it has been under construction since I began driving at age 16?
Wonder if it will ever be finished? 

In other news - 
My husband lost his wallet, his life, this week.
He doesn't know where. We were together Saturday and he had it at the grocery store.
We came home and made a crab dip and had lunch.
We went to a party Saturday night and came straight home.
We went no where else all weekend. It was not in his pants.
We have torn apart our home. And I do mean tear it apart!

So I spent Monday freezing accounts and handling his life.
He got his license taken care of.
They suggested he go to the sheriff's office to file this because if someone does find it and they use his name for fraud this is all documented. They asked him where he lost it and he said, "If I knew that it wouldn't be lost" 
snarky bastard isn't he?

To those of you reading this, Katie and Jennifer, you know how he is.  
He will pick on me mercilessly for doing what he calls "foolish" things like losing my costco card or running low on gas. (I've never run out of gas,  so he gets in my car when I'm on E, it's not my fault)

When I misplaced my glasses he gave me such shit about it for 2 weeks. (they were in my briefcase in my Manhattan office so they weren't lost) 
I mean to tell you he went on and on about how careless I am losing expensive eye wear. 
yada yada yada.,
Well, I have never lost my wallet. So there!
Besides I found my eyeglasses. I don't think this wallet is going to appear.

This is a nightmare. Not to mention the $100 in the wallet he also had 2 american express cards, 3 company cards, personal debit cards and on and on. 
I wanted to kill him.  Hours spent on the phone and forms to fill etc.  
Do you know how many vendors I had to call because our supplies are automatically deducted from a business debit card? I keep thinking I missed someone and I suppose I will find out when they call to tell me my card was rejected. 
So then I can add embarrassment to this whole fiasco too. Lucky me.

He took care of his license and acted like he was a damn hero for all the time that took him.
Poor baby. Had to get a new license online.  Hope he didn't hurt his little fingers doing all that typing.
Seriously it's like when "they" put the TP on the TP holder and act like they did something miraculous.   Look what I did!

Honestly this man is driving me crazy lately with his forgetfulness, his head up his ass syndrome. What the hell is going on?  He decided to blame this on his lyme medications.
I laughed and said I'm not buying that horse shit. He continues to laugh.
In the mean time I want to hurt him. Is that wrong?

While I'm gone I ask that he not burn down the house, lose our dog, or misplace his truck or phone. I suggested he not leave the house. But he never listens to me so who knows what I will come home to. I will be gone for 3 days, hopefully he can keep it together in that short of time.  Wanna take bets?

Thursday, July 17, 2014

Ten Years is a lot of years.

My book club doesn't meet in the summer. But on Wednesday they had a summer luncheon in the most beautiful location in Clifton Virginia. 
It was a glorious day with perfect low humidity and only in the 80's. 
Don't often find those in Northern VA in July.  

A woman who had just had a Myers Briggs test again thought it would be fun to see where we are fell on that spectrum. An excuse to drink wine, eat and laugh in the middle of the day. I don't normally go to things like this because I am the only one not retired. But I decided to take off some time.  Izzy was in day care and we are in our summer slow down so what the hell was my logic.

Now there is one woman in the club that I really really like. She is fun, adventurous and kind.
I picked her up and we went over to Clifton together. 

We took the tests and then discussed our results. I find it funny that I have had this test 3 times in 35 years. All with the same outcome. I guess like Popeye says, "I yam what I yam"
Others had taken it before as well and half of them had their outcome changed, the rest like me, stayed the same.

As we went over our results and read the descriptions we would see that yes indeed that is exactly who Barbara is or who Linda is etc. That rolled into discussions of each personalities and stories then would be spun. 

I sat and listened to them all. (I was last) I found it fascinating and a tad bit troubling.
Most of these gals are 10 years older than me, a couple a tad bit more. 
But listening to them and their stories made me feel like I was listening to my Grandmothers stories. They all had a common theme. 
One got married because she had premarital sex and that was the only option for her.
One got married because she wanted to have sex. (that blows my mind)
One got married because she said at age 20 that is what one did. She felt there were no other choices. Get married or be a dried up old prune (at 20?)
Another didn't get married until she was 26 and her parents worried that she was going to be an "old maid" She broke off an engagement and decided that she never loved anyone enough to marry them so went back to school and got a masters in education. She also was very adamant about marrying within her faith which proved a long struggle in many ways in her lifetime.

All of these stories are so foreign to me. 
Only 10 years and it is a world of difference.
I am the only one married more than once without a spouse dying.
I too married my high school sweetheart and when we grew up we so wanted different things.
No fighting, no drama, we just knew we weren't going in the same direction.
Second time was the charm, but I was older, established in my career and knew exactly what I would or would not compromise on. He felt the same. We had the same goals, values and respect for one another so it worked for us.

I can't fathom the life they lead. They made a lot of choices from insecurities, society and family pressures and expectations. What a horrific way to have to make choices.
I can't even imagine not having birth control for an option, or having to have children because saying you didn't want them made you "broken".  One spoke of how not having children because you choose to not have them vs. being unable to have them,  had people looking at you like you were a horrible cold person. Wow. Talk about pressure.  

It was a long leisurely day and I was so amazed at how 10 years made a difference in our life experiences. They talked about the Vietnam war. I remember my boyfriend getting his draft card and the number was low, meaning he could be called.  Thankfully he was still in high school and shortly thereafter the draft was stopped ( i think 1973)  and the war was over in 1975 a year after graduation. One got married to avoid the war. While I am not clear how that helped because we got off target yet I can't imagine getting married for that reason.
Wouldn't that be worse? 

When Gloria Steinem fought for equal rights / gender rights they were now mom's with a couple of kids under their belt.  They spoke of being as one stated, "of my husband." To her that meant that he was head and master of the laws and she must obey. (holy shit!)
No credit cards in her own name, no credit period.
She said she had no legal rights to her husbands earnings or property. Her husband would control all of that. They went on to tell me how if someone did get divorced it was whispered about. It was difficult to obtain and generally meant that the woman had to prove without a shadow of a doubt that they did no wrong and the husband indeed did. Then they could get limited "support".  

Can you even imagine?
Only 10 years difference between most of these women and myself and yet they are so much older than me in so many ways. Yes, some are a great deal older but it still makes me thankful I didn't live in those times. 

While it wasn't easy being a girl in the 70's it was still better than what they had.
No, we couldn't play sports, no we couldn't wear pants to school, no we were still considered 2nd class citizens (has that changed yet?) 
But shortly after going into my junior year girls could then play sports in school ('73) but schools had to play catch up. My school didn't catch up until 1974. Then we had only a girls softball team, swimming and track. Took awhile to get coaches and people on board I guess.
I remember being able to wear pants a couple days a week. No jeans allowed though.
And we had birth control.

Today when Izzy and I walk by the young women standing at the bus stop they are barely covered. Bellies showing, ass cheeks showing and lord knows tits showing. I guess we've come a long way but not all of it good.

I don't fit in with these women but they do fascinate me.
Their lives are so different. They aren't friends with their spouses, they are their wives as one said yesterday. Each and every one of them said that they had nothing in common with their significant other. That is so huge to me. How do you share a life with someone you have nothing in common with? Nothing!  That isn't a life. That is something you have just gotten used to and you survive. You aren't thriving or enjoying yourself.  They said they weren't expected to be happy in the same way they want their daughters and sons to be happy today. How damn sad of a comment is that?

None felt they had the right to be happy. What is happy they'd ask? One loves to travel so she goes without her spouse. They don't read the same things, watch the same things, enjoy anything together or go anywhere together. Isn't that just a roommate?
It made me sad for them listening to their stories. Oh all of them have grown to love the other but none are what I would call a happy successful marriage. Just because you don't divorce surely doesn't make you a happy couple or a successful marriage.  They all took it in stride that this was "what one did"   It sort of reminded me of arranged marriages. They never really fell in love per se but over time, they respected one another and had children and learned to love each other in a different way. When I said that they all shook their heads.

It was eye opening, as well as sad for me.
I feel badly that they never got to know a real love and partnership. 
I felt badly that they had so many dreams that they never felt they could go after. 
I felt badly most of all because these are such smart well read and educated women who had to fight to get degrees and fight to do anything other than child rearing and housework. 
(and most in stereotypical female jobs, nursing, librarian, several teachers etc)
I felt especially bad for the ones who made choices out of insecurities and never had a voice until they were 68 years old. 

To them I was a tramp. I had sex outside of marriage and loved it. 
Oh the funny questions about that one. 
I put myself first and my desire for a career before being in a serious relationship.
I knew what I wanted and while I had hurdles from my family to overcome to get there I fought until I got there. I didn't allow family or religious upbringing to control me.
Heaven knows they tried with all tactics including Italian Catholic guilt.

The women yesterday kept using the phrase, "but weren't you raised Catholic? Aren't you catholic?"
I tried to explain to no avail. Then suddenly it hit me. Two of the women are now vegetarians. I had said to them earlier, "I was raised Catholic but I am not Catholic"
So since she couldn't understand that I said to the vegetarian, "Were you raised to be a vegetarian or in a vegetarian family?"  Her answer was, "  Heavens no, but it is who i am now because it makes me happy and I feel better." 
I said, "replace the word vegetarian in that scenario and put in Catholic"
Everyone was quiet for a moment and then she laughed, shaking her head up and down. 
She finally got it.

I wish more young people could talk to these women.
Today feminism is a dirty word when all it means is gender equality. Nothing more, nothing less. Two simple words that we have been unable to achieve in my lifetime, gender equality.
Two small words that frighten the insecure man. If you ask a young woman today if she is a feminist she says no.  If you ask her if she believes in gender equality she says yes.
Young women need to talk to these women. They need to see how far it's come and how far we still have to go. Young women need to get off their cell phones and talk to their grandmothers and hear it first hand.

I am not sure how much long I will attend these meetings. The age thing does rather get to me even though I like these women. 
And being the pig that I am something happened yesterday that made me laugh.

I asked for a cup of coffee. The hostess asked if I wanted milk/cream. She brought out her frother.  All the women were a buzz about this frother. 
As she pumped this and the foam was made these phrases were uttered.
"where did you get the fluffer?"  (fluffer this and fluffer that said over and over again)
"wow, look at that head?" "can I try getting head on this thing?"
"a woman is moving her hand slightly sideways up and down saying, "is that all you have to do to fluff it is go up and down like this?"   "will that make white foam?"

I was laughing but no one heard what I heard. 
Then my friend walked over to me and asked what was so funny.  I said listen to them all cackling over by the coffee machine. These women are still saying the same things over and over again.
So I made the same hand movement and said the same phrases above. She looked at me and burst out laughing. When the quiet librarian asked me what was so funny I said what they were saying and she said, "so?"  I didn't wish to explain. Those 10 years makes us light years apart. 

Of course when I got home I told this story complete with the hand gesture to my husband and Rick said, "oh my God didn't they know what they were saying?" 
He said, "It's a damn good thing we found one another"  
Darn straight buddy!

Wednesday, July 16, 2014

Tuesday, July 15, 2014

Deal With It.

I love this guy!
Oh not like I love Rick....or Gerard Butler...oh wait that's just lust.
I digress.

I have loved this man for years for giving me years of entertainment.
He makes me happy, happy, happy.
I am sad to see him retire. But I also see him wearing down so I get it.
My next life I want to be him. Honestly he has a pretty life.
Class act.

The fact that the Red Sox fans in this video tip their hat and roll their eyes was a nice touch. As were the Mets players and mascot with their faces pixelated. Now that was funny.

Monday, July 14, 2014

Supportive Family

You know how on Everybody Loves Raymond, the mother Marie Barone, is so very unsupportive of Robert? When I watch this on TV it just makes me laugh like crazy. I realize my family has been doing this for years.

Example. The day Rick was at the White House my mother called.
I told her he was at the White House for this job in the presidents quarters.
Mom: "Why did they call him?"
Me: I laughed and said, "well, why not us?"
Mom: " Well, aren't there other people who do this in your area?"
OMG. I burst out laughing and just said, "why yes there are mother."

Ah, there is that support I know and love.
You see there is no sense in trying to explain to her how awful that is to say to your kids.  She does it to all of us. She is equally non supportive to all 5 of we girls and her grand kids. Sure when I was a kid it hurt and pissed me off.
But by the time I was in my early 20's I would just laugh.
Because honestly they are nuts.

Our office is closed on Saturday and Sunday. But because it is in our home I can still hear the phone ringing. The phone was ringing off the hook on Sunday.
Sunday night we had just gone to bed. At 11:15p the phone rang.  Rick rolled over to face me and said, "Why the hell are these people calling us?  Don't they know there are other people who do this?"  It really caught me off guard and made me laugh.

Today I had a very cantankerous old bird driving me nuts. Rick called shortly after for messages. I told him about her and he said, "Why didn't you ask her why the hell she called us, there are a lot of people who do this in our area?"  That cracked me up and took me off the ledge. That seems to be our new go to line.

I love my parents and I know they love me but for the love of God they have no clue on how to be supportive. My parents have always said the weirdest things to we girls. Once they were talking to us about this young woman we all knew who had just gotten raped. I was 17 at the time.  My parents were giving us a lecture on what to look for etc When my father said, "Peg, you don't have to be pretty or attractive to get raped it can happen to even you" Gee thanks Dad.
My sisters and I laugh about this shit all the time. When my sister responded to him about this he said, "What? oh you're being so sensitive"  I just laugh.

Honestly it's funny as hell and my family would make a very successful sitcom.

Friday, July 11, 2014


I've rather lost the will to blog of late.

My baseball team is in the toilet just as I predicted the next decade would be like.
My husband is dealing with this awful Lyme disease. Now that he looks better everyone thinks he is fine. If they only knew!
I am dealing with my own health shit and that's so much added fun on this pile of shit.
Work is now coming to its summer slow down which happens every year at this time but never the less panics me a bit. We don't have work, we don't eat. You've seen me, I like to eat.

Yesterday afternoon was hot and sunny and after dinner I went out to the patio to water and feed my flowers and plants.  Within an hour of doing this I turned around and it was black as could be outside. I asked Rick, "Is it supposed to rain?"  He said, "I think most of this week." Really?  Well as soon as I said that the sky opened up and it rained so hard we lost our satellite. Of course I was watching a House Hunter Renovation so I never got to see how that turned out. But then the hail started! Oh my the hail.  
That woke up the dog, who ran to the windows and watched it hit the back door and windows. She kept turning around to look at us as if to say, "What the hell is all this shit?"

Rick turned on the music and went back to his tablet. I finished the dinner dishes. While I was at the sink he grabbed my hand and twirled me around to dance with him. Ah, the silly man. I did dance with him to one of our favorite old songs. (satisfied minds) And didn't that damn jealous dog come between us! She kept nudging us with her nose to get us apart. She wouldn't stop until we were separated. Honestly this dog is birth control. God forbid this man touch me, hold me or be close to me....she wants none of that. Oh how she loves this man and believes no one else should.  Drives me crazy.

I did see this. 

My former boss had this on his facebook page with the comment - "this is why I love the USA." (he is from Ireland, now living in Jeddah for a few more months)
We had to invest.  This is on kickstarter. If they get enough money they can go to market with this. If they don't get what is needed I am not charged a thing. But they will. This product is one of the better ones I've seen in a very long time.

With your investment you get one shipped to you. Not bad huh?
Getting one now saves me a lot of money and this simplifies all the things on the boat! 
Love it!
If you tail gate I can't imagine you wouldn't like this as well.
I don't tailgate but in summer on the boat it eliminates my need for a bunch of stuff and it is all right here in one place. Less room taken up and it has wheels. 
I like all my coolers to have wheels because I'm a wuss and can't carry when heavy and besides Rick shouldn't have to carry everything. Wheels mean I can move it from the car, down the ramp to the boat. Easy Peasy.

Have a great weekend everyone.

Tuesday, July 8, 2014

Where's Waldo?....

Guess Where Rick was Today?

Need another hint? C'mon you recognize this seal on the wall below!

It was really an interesting day for him. The work will not be done until August.

Think the check will clear?  :-)

Friday, July 4, 2014

Mrs. Green Jeans

I'm sure there are only 1 or possibly 2 of you who remember Mr. Green Jeans on Captain Kangaroo.
What is Capt. Kangaroo you ask? 
He was a childrens program before the digital age or before cable.

This was back in the day long long ago when parents controlled the television. 
There were not 100 channels dedicated to children 24/7. 
You got cartoons on Saturday for 1/2 a day. 
Then every weekday morning there was Capt. Kangaroo and his band of misfits. 
Mr. Green Jeans was the gardener. (Mr. Moose, Bunny Rabbit and Grandfather Clock to name a few)

Today picking my veggies off my little ole patio I felt like Mr. Green Jeans without the overalls. 
Here are my pablano's peppers. These bad boys will be stuffed and grilled tonight.
I put it in my hand so you can see the size. And no my hands are not tiny.

 My jalapeno's below -  which I had a tiny bit of in my scrambled eggs this morning. 
 Yep I like spicy. 
My garlic bulbs aren't huge but they work.

My cherry tomatoes are just starting. Man the plants are high and I have a ton of clusters.
These bad boys are so tasty right off the vine. But I will be roasting  a great many of them. Hmm....I'm telling you if you have never slow roasted tomatoes you just don't know what you are missing. Sweet as sugar.  The last time we did a baguette on the grill and then with the garlic that was roasted and mixed with butter on the baguette.  Then you add the roasted tomatoes. And if you like I have fresh basil to top it all off with it. 
The neighbors that were here that night said they were never going home. It's that good! Wanna come over? well c'mon over then. You bring the wine.