Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Kitchen FAIL.

Today I was making myself an early lunch (it's Wednesday, so it's not BRUNCH).

The oven beeps telling me the oven has pre-heated and what this is what happens.

{ can you see the handle??? }

{ Even better: when you pulled on the loose side, the whole thing came off. }

Sidenote: Have you guys tried these things? AMAZING.

{ I wasn't paid for this, for the record. But I do accept bribes in the form of chik'n nuggets. }

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Thursday, January 20, 2011

An Open Letter.

Dear American Apparel,

For a minute there, we were on the outs. But we can be friends again.

At least as friendly as a gal like me can be with an urban hipster like you.


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Tuesday, January 18, 2011

At Last.

October 23 ended up being a great day. 

S and I got married.

No one killed anyone.

And except for a few very minor things, the day went on without a hitch (pun INTENDED).

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Friday, January 14, 2011

Makes My Heart Smile.

Best view in Paris?

Just go and check it out. You will thank me later.

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Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Sort of backwards. - It may be the antidepressants talking, but I'm feeling somewhat optimistic about 2011

We are going to start from the end of things since this isn't even relevant now won't be relevant for very much longer.


S and I did nothing. And it was glorious.

Actually, I take that back. We did something. We ate cheese on platters that were wedding gifts. Used the wine chiller and cheese knives Santa gave us. S cooked steaks. And we did all of this while watching back to back episodes of True Blood.

Jealous?  What did you guys do?

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I realize I haven't blogged in a few days. My bad.

I am trying to write some posts as we speak, so bear with me.

*pinky promise* I'm trying to get back into the swing of things.

ZACK MORRIS TIME OUT I just realized several people had commented on my blog and BLOGGER DID NOT TELL ME.

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Friday, January 7, 2011

In WTF News...

Has anyone else heard about this?!?

Edited to add: apparently the link I posted didn't have the whole story. Go here. The cop issued the 13 year old in a coma a jaywalking ticket. For real. And for the record, the Las Vegas Police Department is backing their officer. Ridiculous.

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Wednesday, January 5, 2011

In short.

Hi there. Welcome to 2011. And back to me blogging.

Sorry about the absence...

Last time we really chatted was in April, right after I met MODG in New York.  A lot has happened since then, so I will just go ahead and give the quick run through and we can go from there.  Some is worth talking about and a lot of it isn't.


Started volunteering on a full-time basis.  (Not a bad job if I say so myself, but it doesn't exactly pay the rent.) And by full-time, I mean like 60 hours a week.

Had to let go of our best friend because he let us know he was ready. 

Moved in together.  Officially.

Got hired by the non-profit I was volunteering for on a contract basis, right before their major program season started.

Took a trip to St. Louis to visit the (at the time) soon-to-be inlaws and dear friends.

Spent a week at camp.

Finished planning a wedding, sending out invitations, meeting with vendors, organizing RSVPs and everything else that goes with it.

Spent a weekend at camp.

Contract was over, so stopped working for money.

More volunteering.

Took a trip to NYC the weekend before our wedding, to enjoy time away from wedding nonsense and to go to a baby shower.

S and I got married. And then went on a honeymoon.

We traveled to St. Louis for Thanksgiving. We went to the winery as always. I tried to behave myself and get less drunk than usual.

I had a birthday. We celebrated.

Jesus had a birthday. We celebrated that too.

Then there was new years.

And here we are. In 2011.

Hopefully, I will get back to a regular posting again.  Agree?  Agreed.

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Tuesday, January 4, 2011


Is anyone there?

I'll be back tomorrow and we'll try to start playing catch-up.*

*Or I might just skip catch-up and move on. We'll see how I feel.

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