Combos

I am not pregnant. However, based on my purchases at the grocery store today, you might think I was. Consider:
sauerkraut
ice cream

When I was a little girl, I used to like to eat pickles and chocolate cake together as a snack. I like pickles, and I like cake, so what could be better than having them on the same plate and taking a bite of one and then a bite of another? Nothing, I say.

Do you have fun food combos you'd like to share with the group?

sauerkraut - A
ice cream - A
combined - I'm giving this one a D - I don't think they should be ingested simultaneously

More About Sarah Palin

Do you see it?

my new career as an impersonator - B

Who Says I'm Not Into Politics!?

Vice-Presidential candidate Sarah Palin was on the cover of four news magazines that I saw yesterday at my neighborhood supermarket: People, Us Weekly, the National Enquirer, and...

NEWSWEEK!

How does it feel, Newsweek, to finally be on the cutting edge of print gossip? I bet it feels pretty good.

Us Newsweekly - B+

Gross! Eww!

We found a roach.  A GIGANTIC roach.  Let me put it in perspective: this roach was so big that the manager of the leasing office (because Fearless Husband took it in to show to the maintenance guys) thought it was a PLASTIC TOY.  And we also found THREE egg sacs.  This grosses me out even more.  To think - if Big Meanie hadn't shown up, leading us to look in every nook and cranny, we could have had a gazillion of 'em.  NASTY.

So now we have to have our apartment sprayed - which means that we have to clear out every cupboard and drawer in the kitchen and bathrooms.  Which is annoying, but a lot less annoying than the alternative. (note: Fearless Husband that it's gel pesticide, not spray, in all the little spaces that we and the dog can't get to but bugs can.  No bug bomb.)

We are sad about the roaches.  We don't think that we're filthy people.  Sure, I don't clean the bathroom as much as I should... or vacuum... or sweep under the refrigerator, but believe me, I have known some gross people, and we are not them.  So why are we the new haven for creepy-crawlies?  

Awesome.  Now the dog is sniffing a cabinet.  I just hope he likes the smell of scrapbook supplies.

nasty awful creepy grossness - F  

Sister Mary Two-Ply Absorbency

Tuesday was the first day of school in these parts, and I live right across the street from a Catholic elementary school. It was super cute to see all the little girls in their jumpers and the boys in their stiff blue Oxford cloth shirts, trudging up the sidewalk with gigantic (but empty) backpacks. What surprised me, though, was that all of them were carrying dry goods. You know - tissues, paper towels, I think I saw a pack or two of disinfectant wipes. I guess when you're charging an admission fee for school, you can ask the parents to supply with germ killers, too.

parent-supplied paper goods - B

Before and After

Someone got groomed.
Before:




















And after - what a handsome boy!


grooming - A- (a few points off because the fuzzy look is awfully cute)

auntie helga

So I'm going to be an aunt, and I am thrilled beyond belief. So thrilled that I can't even use exclamation points. Because I am THRILLED to seriousness.
Best part about being an aunt so far? The shopping. It is difficult to not buy all the onesies, funny leather booties, and parental guidance books that come across my path - and actually impossible to not purchase all the pregnancy-related greeting cards. I have a stockpile of cards for the parents-to-be, and I'll be sending them off once a month or so until my nieceornephew arrives.

But I can guarantee that I will NOT be making the kid pancakes. I'm a terrible cook.

babyontheway - A+

july, part four - dogville

July continued to be a cute month in Dogville. Wash is growing up quite nicely. He's getting smarter, too. For the past few days he's been going to sit by the door when he needs to "go out," instead of "going out" INSIDE. He's also been known to crawl inside his toy box.
I love him.










Kirkshires Hoban Washburne - A+

july, part three - lingerie

I continued my big month with a lingerie shower for EJ (she of the Chicago bachelorette party the previous weekend). I think I like showers. Ladies wear nice clothes, and nametags or corsages, and eat chicken salad and croissants and fruit salad and drink punch, and there are usually party favors, and yet someone always say something a little raunchy. I believe EJ's mom KJack told us all about the beautiful black man she saw running in her neighborhood. And you play games! I love games!

This was a lingerie shower, and EJ and I were concerned that she was going to receive a lot of thongs or flannel long-sleeved pajama sets, two things that she does not wear. We were happy to discover that she received no flannel, and no thongs! She really came out on top.
The only downside to this lovely day was the horrendous construction I encountered on my way there. I was half an hour late to the party. I felt like a tool. Everyone was extremely nice about it, but seriously? Half an hour? That is unacceptable MOH behavior. I will have to try harder.

lingerie shower - A-

july, part two - chicago

Upon returning from New York, I worked a feverish three days at my fine town's Art Fair, where all the art sits atop copper sticks. OK, not ALL of it, but about 80% of the affordable art is garden art, and it's on a stick. I mostly sold hot dogs and counted piles & piles of money. That's what happens when you become a manager.
But I got to leave Art Fair a day early to go to Chicago for EJ's bachelorette party. See, I'm a maid of honor, and I had to be there to make sure that we DID IT UP RIGHT. First and foremost was the shopping excursion. Sequins were needed, and sequins are what we got. I wore a black tank top, with sequins, and some sassy dark jeans, with EJ wore a less sparkly top but a teeny-tiny miniskirt constructed ENTIRELY of sequins. And she also wore a tiara with a veil and pearls. As you can see here, a nice young man at a fine establishment was entranced by said pearls.

The night wore on, we visited several bars, much alcohol was consumed, I texted some friends who live in the area who were unable to come out & play, and then the bride got a little glassy. I think this picture sums up the whole night pretty well:

It's OK, she knows that guy.


bachelorette party - B+ (some points off for the hotel expense and the vomit [not mine])

july, part one - new york city

It's been a big month, starting off with a wonderful weekend in New York City with many fine friends. Bestie, Lil Sister and I went to the rooftop garden at the Met, and it was truly beautiful. Shorties though we all are (I'm the tallest of the bunch, and I'm 5'5"), we had a lovely view, and we all felt very glam in our day dresses, designer handbags and gigantic sunglasses.

The next day, Bestie, Lil Sister and I went to Shake Shack, and on the way there, those bitches left me on the other side of the street. I didn't love it. But I do love this picture. Look at me in the big city.


So yummy. I should have gotten what these two had - the 'Shroom Burger. It's a portobello mushroom stuffed with muenster and cheddar cheese, then DEEP FRIED. Bestie let me have a bite, and it was truly one of the most delicious things I've ever eaten.




The NEXT day, Bestie and met up with BRE (that stands for Best Roommate Ever) and BRE's beau. After a carb-and-dairy delight at the mac & cheese restaurant, we went the tourist route and rode the Staten Island Ferry. It was rad. I saw the Statue of Liberty and Ellis Island. And I'm pretty sure we made fools of ourselves, but no more so than all the people wearing fanny packs.

We returned to BRE and Beau's Chelsea apartment, where BRE and I entertained the group with a rousing game of Wii American Idol. I thought BRE was going to pull off an upset win after his TREMENDOUS version of "My Heart Will Go On," but I prevailed! Woo-hoo! I'm a winner! My Mii had some hot dances moves, which I attempted to imitate... but LeAmanda cannot be imitated.


We stuck around for dinner and then played Apples to Apples - and ate apple pie straight out of the oven. Oh my God, it was so good.

one of the best weekends of my life - A+

Reasons Why I Don't Blog Anymore, Part Two

1. These people are getting married in October, and I am one of the maids of honor. And I have entered full-on "someone else's wedding" mode. I have made hotel reservations for the bachelorette party, purchased the shoes to go with my bridesmaid's dress, sent the invitations for the b-party, working on games for the b-party, asking quiz questions to the bride for the b-party, talking to MY maid of honor to get the low-down on being a good MOH... I am all-consumed by fun plans. And I love it.

other people's weddings - A

Reasons Why I Don't Blog Anymore

1. I have one of the top ten cutest puppies of all time living at my house. Kirkshire's Hoban Washburne, better known as Wash, came home two weeks ago, and I have been consumed with walks and toys and pee & poop and prying my fingers out of his mouth. But I love him. He is super adorable. And he pretty much sleeps through the night.


2. Stardoll has reared its fashionable head for the second summer in a row. The big difference between last summer and this summer is StarBazaar. You can sell your "old" clothes for Stardollars. I am cleaning out my closet, which I like in real life and LOVE on Stardoll. Those teenagers will pay top dollar! That's a picture of my stardoll, naivehelga, in her Sunday brunch outfit.

summer hobbies - A+

Tattoos

I'm setting the record straight: I am not into tattoos. Now, this doesn't mean that, if you have a tattoo, I think less of you as a person. Some of my best friends have tattoos. But they're not for me. I don't think I could ever care about something so much that I would want to have a representation of that thing permanently inked onto my body. Yeah, I said it. I'm selfish. I can appreciate the sentiment of tattooing a child's name, but I also think that Mommy doesn't need to have "Junior" on her lower ass/back. That's a little weird. I also think it's a bad idea to tattoo a lover's name on your body. Look at where that got Johnny Depp.

I have one gigantic tattoo no-no: wings. Listen, people. You are not angels. You are not fairies. You are certainly not bats. You do not have wings, and you never did. So why the angel wing tat, huh? Why is that cool? I'll tell you why. It's not.

I have a secondary tattoo no-no: unless you are a virtuoso studying at Mannes or Eastman or Longy or The Juilliard School, DO NOT tattoo f-holes on your back. You are not a cello.

tattoos - C-

Deep Impact

This is not a blog post about porn.

I loved Deep Impact when it came out ten years ago, and when I cuaght it on TV last night, I still loved it. It is an excellent disaster movie - protagonists die! Landmarks fall! Heroes save the world and life continues! I love it so hard.

Here's my list of the worst/best moment, and the best/worst moment. What does that even mean, you ask? Well, the worst moment is awful in that it's cheesy - it's so bad, it's good. The best moments are the ones that seem really real, and they're painful and believable, so they're good, but they also make you feel bad. So here you go:

(oh, by the way, this movie came out TEN YEARS AGO. So I don't even feel bad if I'm spoiling any of it, because you should have seen it a long time ago.)

worst/best: after the comet hits and destroys much of New York, you see the severed head of the Statue of Liberty floating by underwater. Really? Her severed head? Nice touch, Mimi Leder.

best/worst moment: the entire scene where Leelee Sobieski's mom takes off the baby sling and hands it to Leelee right before she and Elijah Wood ride off to safety on Leelee's dad's motorbike - and Lee flips the fuck out. She start by crying "no no no no" and ends with repeatedly sobbing "I'll see you soon. I'll see you soon." SO AWFUL. Oh man, if I think about it too much more, I'll probably tear up.

Deep Impact - B+

Eagle Vs. Shark

I didn't love Eagle Vs. Shark, but I didn't hate it, either. I found the story line amusing and the characters sympathetic, but they were also too awkward to be believed. Lily and Jarrod made me uncomfortable. Cute, but weird.

Eagle Vs. Shark - B-

Water for Elephants

I read this book on Sunday. Yeah, that's what I said. I read it all in one sitting - well, two sittings, I guess, since I put it down about two-thirds of the way through so I could go shopping. But then I picked it back up and devoured it.

Let me back up. I resisted reading Water for Elephants for a very long time - because I thought it was about India. Picture on the cover? Some sort of upper-class Indian society man going into... a tent. I didn't really think it through. I'm not opposed to India in general, but fictional recountings of British India just aren't my thing. But it turns out, Water for Elephants is about the circus! And I'm OK with the circus. And my maid of honor left this book up north, and I'm supposed to send it back to her, but it sat on my coffee table for a week, staring me in the face and all but demanding that I read it.

So I did. And I loved it. Characters, plot, language, the whole thing. Except the ending. Which I won't give away, but it certainly brings the grade down. Water for Elephants was captivating, engrossing, fantastic. Big thanks to Ashley for forgetting it!

Water for Elephants - A- (yes, it would have been an A, if not for those pesky last few pages)

Newness

I'm back. And I'm married.

I'm pretty sure that our wedding was great. I enjoyed it! The weather was gorgeous, lots of friends and family were there, the food was yummy and as you can see, the flowers were phenomenal.

And best of all, Nate and I got married. Aww! It's pretty much the same as living together, and I don't really feel any different, but Nate's wearing a wedding band, and I like that a lot.

Other news: later today we're going to meet our puppy. Welcome to the new popular topic of blogversation - puppies! We can bring our little guy home in about three weeks, and I am super excited. You will see plenty of pictures in the weeks to come.

wedded bliss - A
our new puppy - I - stay tuned

My Work Boyfriend

I have a work boyfriend. I'll call him Mike, because that's not his name (although I work with two nice young men named Mike, but neither of them is my work boyfriend). I don't see Mike very often - he used to come to my building once every two weeks or so, but now it's more like once every six months. I am always very happy when I know that Mike is coming in. I usually try to look cuter on days when he's going to be there - I shower, I put on eyeliner, and try to wear one of the more flattering outfits from my closet. I like to think that I "sparkle" just a little bit brighter when he's around. And there's nothing wrong with that. Sparkling is good. It's fun to get my flirt on.

Does this mean I don't love my man? Not a chance. No one needs to be threatened by Mike. He's just a diversion. But I was a little sad to hear that Mike is getting married. I was hoping that I was his secret work girlfriend.

work boyfriend - B-

The Smell of Spring

I really, really, really can't stand the smell of worms. Did you know that worms have a smell? I smell it after every spring rainstorm, and it grosses me out. And then I see worms on the sidewalk, and that grosses me out even more.
From what I hear, worms are good for the planet. But I still think they're gross.

worms - D