Check her out. What a sweetie pie. It turns out we have a ton of things in common. We both love our mommies, and we're both all about giving high fives. And then there's the chocolate.
Well, I think you know how we feel about chocolate.
Monday, June 26, 2006
Lover Girl
I got back from Minneapolis last night. Spending the weekend with the lovely and talented Richman Family allowed me to get my fill of baby for the next little while. Babies (at least this baby) are like crack. No, actually, they're more like Taco Bell. Addictive and super tasty, and more time you spend with them the worse your tummy hurts. Or maybe that was all the taffy we ate. Either way, I just can't me enough of that baby. At least I was able to buy a pound of taffy to bring to Ireland. If only I could buy a pound of baby. Sigh.
Check her out. What a sweetie pie. It turns out we have a ton of things in common. We both love our mommies, and we're both all about giving high fives. And then there's the chocolate.
Well, I think you know how we feel about chocolate.
Check her out. What a sweetie pie. It turns out we have a ton of things in common. We both love our mommies, and we're both all about giving high fives. And then there's the chocolate.
Well, I think you know how we feel about chocolate.
Saturday, June 24, 2006
Monday, June 19, 2006
Nice melons! High five!
I love cartoons. Sure, I could be a snob and say that I love animated shows for adult audiences, which is more accurate and doesn't conjure so much the image of me sitting 6 inches from the TV eating cereal and watching Bugs Bunny. But while I love The Venture Brothers and Home Movies, have a soft spot for Sealab 2021 and The Family Guy, and am even starting to not hate Squidbillies, I truly dig the non-Adult Swim varieties as well. Currently, Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends and The Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy are taking over my Tivo. I think I've seen nearly every glorious episode of The Fairly Oddparents and far too many SpongeBob SquarePantses. And now Ren & Stimpy reruns are being shown daily on not one but 2 cable networks! Surely you can picture the smile on my face as a drifted off to a peaceful sleep last night while watching Rocko's Modern Life--it was the one where think their friend is an alien who disintegrates people by high fiving them.
Genius. Freaking genius.
Genius. Freaking genius.
Friday, June 16, 2006
Should I be saving all of my toenail clippings as well?
WTF?!
You'd think that I, watching the amount of Discovery Health Channel that I do, would have heard of this before now.
Regardless, YUCK. Super YUCK. Maybe if they gave it name like "Super Amazing Life Juice" I wouldn't be so appalled. But freaking cord blood?? Gross me out.
You'd think that I, watching the amount of Discovery Health Channel that I do, would have heard of this before now.
Regardless, YUCK. Super YUCK. Maybe if they gave it name like "Super Amazing Life Juice" I wouldn't be so appalled. But freaking cord blood?? Gross me out.
Wednesday, June 14, 2006
St. Vincent sure is tasty!
Well, nobody "tagged" me or anything, but I really liked this meme that Clamhead posted. So now I'm posting it. Try and stop me, yo.
The instructions:
1. Go to Wikipedia.
2. In the search box, type your birth month and day (but not year).
3. List three events that happened on your birthday.
4. List two important birthdays and one interesting death.
5. One holiday or observance (if any).
January 22
Events
1. 1947 - KTLA, the first commercial television station west of the Mississippi River, begins operation in Hollywood, California.
2. 1973 - The Supreme Court of the United States delivers its decision in Roe v. Wade striking down state laws restricting abortion during the first six months of pregnancy.
3. 1984 - The Apple Macintosh, the first consumer computer to popularize the computer mouse and the graphical user interface, is introduced during Super Bowl XVIII with its famous "1984" television commercial.
Birthdays
1. 1849 - August Strindberg, Swedish writer
2. 1965 - DJ Jazzy Jeff, American rapper and actor
Deaths
1994 - Telly Savalas, American actor (b. 1924)
Holiday
Feast day of St. Vincent
What fun!
The instructions:
1. Go to Wikipedia.
2. In the search box, type your birth month and day (but not year).
3. List three events that happened on your birthday.
4. List two important birthdays and one interesting death.
5. One holiday or observance (if any).
January 22
Events
1. 1947 - KTLA, the first commercial television station west of the Mississippi River, begins operation in Hollywood, California.
2. 1973 - The Supreme Court of the United States delivers its decision in Roe v. Wade striking down state laws restricting abortion during the first six months of pregnancy.
3. 1984 - The Apple Macintosh, the first consumer computer to popularize the computer mouse and the graphical user interface, is introduced during Super Bowl XVIII with its famous "1984" television commercial.
Birthdays
1. 1849 - August Strindberg, Swedish writer
2. 1965 - DJ Jazzy Jeff, American rapper and actor
Deaths
1994 - Telly Savalas, American actor (b. 1924)
Holiday
Feast day of St. Vincent
What fun!
Tuesday, June 13, 2006
Pass the taffy
Hooray for today, the official end of the Great Dental Uprising of 2006! If I were you, I'd buy dental floss stock.
Thursday, June 08, 2006
Take my Xbox, please
Who among my reader loves them some Xbox? It's OK, I still love you. Poor Max had to leave behind a bunch of his treasured toys when he left for Dublin, and there's a box full of delicious Xbox booty under my bed. But not for long....
Obviously there is some poetic justice involved. I'm hardly in my mid-twenties at this point. And I rarely drink tequila.
If anyone wants to drive their girlfriend to babbling, drooling insanity or rage-induced homicide, this auction is for you! Save me from having to explain to Max why I dumped his beloved Xbox-y things in the Foster City Lagoon.
Obviously there is some poetic justice involved. I'm hardly in my mid-twenties at this point. And I rarely drink tequila.
If anyone wants to drive their girlfriend to babbling, drooling insanity or rage-induced homicide, this auction is for you! Save me from having to explain to Max why I dumped his beloved Xbox-y things in the Foster City Lagoon.
Wednesday, June 07, 2006
Just for larfs
Two incredibly amusing things:
- 1) From Overheard in New York,
Girl: I'm going to bed when I get home.
Mom: OK, if I get up before you and I want to do something fun, then should I wake you up?
Girl: It depends on what "fun" is. If it's one of your ninety-seven Starbucks runs, then no. If it's chasing the dog around the house going "Eeeeee!" then, yeah, sure.
--B train
2) The entertainment for Max's company party tonight in Munich: one Mr. David Hasselhoff. For serious!
Monday, June 05, 2006
Into the Wild
I just got the first batch of pics from my brother's stint in Alaska. He's filming Into the Wild, and aparently they are not kidding!
Rat Roulette: Now that's wild!
My brother the mountain man! What a looker.
Rat Roulette: Now that's wild!
My brother the mountain man! What a looker.
And I love it in spite of Steve Carell
Let's talk about The Office. The US version of course, because we're the best at everything we do. Duh. But seriously, how did I not immediately understand how great this show is? It took me far too long, but I finally came around and now I see the glory that is The Office. I would have known this pleasure were it not for the glory that is Tivo. Life freaking rocks in the 21st century.
Friday, June 02, 2006
It Is Not Easy
Desmond Dekker died last week, and since then I've meaning to post my thoughts on what he meant to me. But I guess other things have taken priority. Things like sushi with Rosa and Dave, disappointing grilled cheese with Miriam, 2 more fillings at the dentist, and life in general.
Desmond Dekker made beautiful music, some of the only music that I listened to in early college that I still listen to. You won't find any Grateful Dead or Bob Marley on my iPod, but you'll find Desmond Dekker.
Intensified Festival 68 - Desmond Dekker & the Aces
Honour Your Mother and Father - Desmond Dekker & the Aces
You Can Get It If You Really Want - Desmond Dekker & the Aces
Desmond Dekker made beautiful music, some of the only music that I listened to in early college that I still listen to. You won't find any Grateful Dead or Bob Marley on my iPod, but you'll find Desmond Dekker.
Intensified Festival 68 - Desmond Dekker & the Aces
Honour Your Mother and Father - Desmond Dekker & the Aces
You Can Get It If You Really Want - Desmond Dekker & the Aces
Tuesday, May 30, 2006
Countdown to Ireland
So Max is in Dublin, fighting jet lag and apartment hunting. Oh, and working. Poor kid arrived Monday morning and went straight into the office. If I ever start a business, he's the first guy I'll hire. He gets the job done! He doesn't sit around all day blogging and reading Paris Hilton gossip and, er, um...never mind.
The first few days after Max goes away, I always feel like super woman. "Now that I have all of my free time to myself, I'm going to learn how to cook and organize my iTunes and walk the dogs 10 miles a day and do all of the laundry that was ever created and have dinner with every friend that I haven't seen in weeks and finish watching Lawrence of Arabia and..."
Yeah. Good luck with that.
It's nice having a person around on whom I can blame my lack of stuff-getting-done-ness. What did I do the first 2 days after he left? Watch a bazillion episodes of Walking with Prehistoric Beasts with my Mom. And eat brie. In my defense, I have managed to walk 9 miles with the dogs since Sunday morning--the weather's been ridiculously nice--but I'm sure I ate 9 miles worth of brie last night alone. There's nothing like butter masquerading as cheese.
The first few days after Max goes away, I always feel like super woman. "Now that I have all of my free time to myself, I'm going to learn how to cook and organize my iTunes and walk the dogs 10 miles a day and do all of the laundry that was ever created and have dinner with every friend that I haven't seen in weeks and finish watching Lawrence of Arabia and..."
Yeah. Good luck with that.
It's nice having a person around on whom I can blame my lack of stuff-getting-done-ness. What did I do the first 2 days after he left? Watch a bazillion episodes of Walking with Prehistoric Beasts with my Mom. And eat brie. In my defense, I have managed to walk 9 miles with the dogs since Sunday morning--the weather's been ridiculously nice--but I'm sure I ate 9 miles worth of brie last night alone. There's nothing like butter masquerading as cheese.
Monday, May 22, 2006
Check me, like, totally out:
http://shop.lomography.com/shop/
But this will only apply on Monday, May 22, 2006. After that, I'm just me again.
Speaking of me, I had a terrific time in Tahoe. Max's game is black jack. He knows about when to hit and when to stay, when to split aces and when to double against a ten (never, apparently). He's a good tipper and friendly guy, and truly seems to enjoy himself at the tables.
Then there's me. I like to play skee ball.
Our hotel had an arcade in it so I was happy as a clam. They had 2 mediocre pinball machines (Lord of the Rings--feh--and Batman, the one with half-naked Kim Basinger on it. Shudder.) and I played my first Dance Dance Revolution ever (did you know that a video game can "boo" and "hiss" at you?). But the skee ball was unreal. Something truly amazing took place in that dark room full of epilepsy waiting to happen.
See, I never play the end lane, it seems to squished for the wide range of skee ball motion necessary to dominate the game. I usually pick the lane second from the right. It's just my thing. But for some reason on Saturday, after about 3 games, I moved to the furthest left lane and after about 10 seconds, I realized what was happening. Every time the game started a new play, the points meter would instantly register 450, regardless of the actual points being scored, and the ticket dispenser would spit out 20 tickets. Now, my average game that day was closer to 240 (I never said I was good at skee ball, just that I like it) which is worth 7 tickets. After about 6 consecutive 450 ill-gotten point games, it dawned on me that my game card (tokens are so 2005) had about 2000 points on it, and one game of skee ball was worth 21 points. I could stay here at this wonderfully busted lane and play...a hell of a lot of games of skee ball. And "win" 20 tickets per game. I played for a while, but I kept getting really nervous. How could they not know that the machine was malfunctioning? Would they be suspicious when a 30 year old chick wearing Bermuda shorts and flip flops stepped up to the prize counter with a bazillion tickets? Could I get arrested for this? Which prizes would I choose in exchange for my morally questionable tickets?
I kept freaking myself out with these questions, and every so often I would leave the busted skee ball lane, feed my pile tickets into the automatic ticket redemption machine (counting your own tickets is so 2005) and go play mediocre pinball. But the lure of the Broken Skee Ball Machine kept calling me, and I returned to the Lane of Temptation again and again. It wasn't my fault the machine was malfunctioning. It was a victimless crime. Right? Right.
By the end of the afternoon, I had acquired 2,180 tickets. I had played 109 games of skee ball. I had hurled 981 heavy little plastic spheres at the funnel-shaped targets. I walked up to prize counter and handed my ticket count receipts to the 17 year old counter boy with the droopy expression.
Me: "Let's see..."
Him: "..."
Me: "Hmmmm."
Him: "..."
Me: "I'll take one yellow Care Bear."
Him: "OK."
Me: "And one purple Care Bear."
Him: "OK."
Me: "And one blue Care Bear."
Him: "..."
Me: "And the Monkey Care Bear, er, the Care Monkey."
Him: "..."
Me: "What is that one? A dog?"
Him: "Yeah."
Me: "I'll take that one. Oh, it's a lion. It's not a dog. It's a Care Lion."
Him: "Yeah, it's a lion."
Me: "And that pink one. The Care Elephant."
Him: "OK."
Me: "How many tickets is that?"
Him: "1,800."
Me: "I'll take the balance in Pop Rocks."
Him: "..."
And I left the arcade with 6 Care Bears and 8 packets of Pop Rocks.
And my arm is KILLING me.
Best. Tahoe. Trip. Ever.
http://shop.lomography.com/shop/
But this will only apply on Monday, May 22, 2006. After that, I'm just me again.
Speaking of me, I had a terrific time in Tahoe. Max's game is black jack. He knows about when to hit and when to stay, when to split aces and when to double against a ten (never, apparently). He's a good tipper and friendly guy, and truly seems to enjoy himself at the tables.
Then there's me. I like to play skee ball.
Our hotel had an arcade in it so I was happy as a clam. They had 2 mediocre pinball machines (Lord of the Rings--feh--and Batman, the one with half-naked Kim Basinger on it. Shudder.) and I played my first Dance Dance Revolution ever (did you know that a video game can "boo" and "hiss" at you?). But the skee ball was unreal. Something truly amazing took place in that dark room full of epilepsy waiting to happen.
See, I never play the end lane, it seems to squished for the wide range of skee ball motion necessary to dominate the game. I usually pick the lane second from the right. It's just my thing. But for some reason on Saturday, after about 3 games, I moved to the furthest left lane and after about 10 seconds, I realized what was happening. Every time the game started a new play, the points meter would instantly register 450, regardless of the actual points being scored, and the ticket dispenser would spit out 20 tickets. Now, my average game that day was closer to 240 (I never said I was good at skee ball, just that I like it) which is worth 7 tickets. After about 6 consecutive 450 ill-gotten point games, it dawned on me that my game card (tokens are so 2005) had about 2000 points on it, and one game of skee ball was worth 21 points. I could stay here at this wonderfully busted lane and play...a hell of a lot of games of skee ball. And "win" 20 tickets per game. I played for a while, but I kept getting really nervous. How could they not know that the machine was malfunctioning? Would they be suspicious when a 30 year old chick wearing Bermuda shorts and flip flops stepped up to the prize counter with a bazillion tickets? Could I get arrested for this? Which prizes would I choose in exchange for my morally questionable tickets?
I kept freaking myself out with these questions, and every so often I would leave the busted skee ball lane, feed my pile tickets into the automatic ticket redemption machine (counting your own tickets is so 2005) and go play mediocre pinball. But the lure of the Broken Skee Ball Machine kept calling me, and I returned to the Lane of Temptation again and again. It wasn't my fault the machine was malfunctioning. It was a victimless crime. Right? Right.
By the end of the afternoon, I had acquired 2,180 tickets. I had played 109 games of skee ball. I had hurled 981 heavy little plastic spheres at the funnel-shaped targets. I walked up to prize counter and handed my ticket count receipts to the 17 year old counter boy with the droopy expression.
Me: "Let's see..."
Him: "..."
Me: "Hmmmm."
Him: "..."
Me: "I'll take one yellow Care Bear."
Him: "OK."
Me: "And one purple Care Bear."
Him: "OK."
Me: "And one blue Care Bear."
Him: "..."
Me: "And the Monkey Care Bear, er, the Care Monkey."
Him: "..."
Me: "What is that one? A dog?"
Him: "Yeah."
Me: "I'll take that one. Oh, it's a lion. It's not a dog. It's a Care Lion."
Him: "Yeah, it's a lion."
Me: "And that pink one. The Care Elephant."
Him: "OK."
Me: "How many tickets is that?"
Him: "1,800."
Me: "I'll take the balance in Pop Rocks."
Him: "..."
And I left the arcade with 6 Care Bears and 8 packets of Pop Rocks.
And my arm is KILLING me.
Best. Tahoe. Trip. Ever.
Saturday, May 20, 2006
Friday, May 19, 2006
Oh boy oh boy oh boy
I'm really excited to go to Tahoe today. I could really REALLY use a little getaway, especially one that has 2 outlet malls on the way. This will be nice. Like a bite-sized road trip. I still really want to take that cross country road trip that I've been talking about since 1995. The one that goes through (in no particular order) Arches National Park, the Grand Canyon, Mount Rushmore, the South in general, the Great Lakes, Atlantic City, the Mississippi River, Deadwood South Dakota, Cedar Point Ohio, Pennsylvania, Yellowstone, Thousand Islands, Dollywood, and Graceland. Holy crap, that's going to be an awesome vacation. It will be the kind of vacation where we rent an RV, I think. It will be the kind of vacation where I spend weeks beforehand at AAA pouring over maps with handful of hi-liters and attraction brochures. How grand!
Not to take away from the excitement that a weekend in Tahoe so rightly deserves. The drive is going to be great, and the I've got a hankerin' for some black jack and a horseback ride. I know it's supposed to rain a bit this weekend, but right now it's still sort of muggy and warmish--good traveling weather.
I'll let John Darnielle tell you how I'm feeling today. He does it so damn well.
Noche Del Guajolote, The Mountain Goats
Not to take away from the excitement that a weekend in Tahoe so rightly deserves. The drive is going to be great, and the I've got a hankerin' for some black jack and a horseback ride. I know it's supposed to rain a bit this weekend, but right now it's still sort of muggy and warmish--good traveling weather.
I'll let John Darnielle tell you how I'm feeling today. He does it so damn well.
Noche Del Guajolote, The Mountain Goats
Thursday, May 18, 2006
Breakfast of Champions
Whoever it was that decided that there is any real difference between cupcakes and muffins doesn't hang out at Starbucks. Not that I'm complaining. I would never allow myself to have a cupcake for breakfast--well, not on a weekday anyways--yet this peach-honey concoction filled with super sweet blackberry jam is entirely appropriate for a Thursday at 9 am. It has to be. The little sign behind it said "Whole Grain Goodness." Damn it, it would unhealthy not to eat the sucker.
I know you've all been on the edge of your seats waiting to find out where we'll go for our little teeny tiny not-quite-vacation-get-away. We decided to go to South Lake Tahoe because it has everything: smokey black jack tables and gin and tonics, long banquet tables filled with fried foods and shrimp cocktail, bathrooms with televisions in them (I never noticed this television-bathroom phenomenon in Las Vegas or Reno, only in Tahoe. Hmmm.), plus a big beautiful lake and pine trees--everyone's a winner.
Everyone, that is, except you know who. Nobody cried, but there were many utterances of the F word in my parents' living room last night as the Sharks' season came to a close. The tears only came after all was said and done and our favorite bald color commentator announced that he will not be returning next year. Then everyone cried.
I know you've all been on the edge of your seats waiting to find out where we'll go for our little teeny tiny not-quite-vacation-get-away. We decided to go to South Lake Tahoe because it has everything: smokey black jack tables and gin and tonics, long banquet tables filled with fried foods and shrimp cocktail, bathrooms with televisions in them (I never noticed this television-bathroom phenomenon in Las Vegas or Reno, only in Tahoe. Hmmm.), plus a big beautiful lake and pine trees--everyone's a winner.
Everyone, that is, except you know who. Nobody cried, but there were many utterances of the F word in my parents' living room last night as the Sharks' season came to a close. The tears only came after all was said and done and our favorite bald color commentator announced that he will not be returning next year. Then everyone cried.
Friday, May 12, 2006
Somebody stop me
Do I really want to go to Disneyland over Memorial Day Weekend? Is it just the dumbest and most un-fun idea ever?
The driving forces behind the idea generation:
Originally, I wanted to take Max to cowboy school for his birthday, and there's a one-day class in Elko, Nevada that looks pretty promising. Reno is halfway between here and Elko, so we could make it a fakey-Western road trip and play the Bad Livers and Willie Nelson the whole way there. Of course, that necessitates the eating of many ribs, and I'm still fighting this multiple root canal battle a bit.
But look how happy we were last time we went to Disneyland for Max's birthday:
But then again, Cowboy School...
The driving forces behind the idea generation:
- 1) It's Max's birthday
2) It's our last chance for a vacation before The Move
3) That crazy lady from Clamhead is giving up her glamorous Disney lifestyle in order to move to pee-smelling SOMA (She's making the right decision, of course. Even pee-smelling SF is better than LA, no matter how it smells.) and ever since I read about it I've dreamed of living near Disneyland, which I kind of do
4) It's the happiest place on earth!
Originally, I wanted to take Max to cowboy school for his birthday, and there's a one-day class in Elko, Nevada that looks pretty promising. Reno is halfway between here and Elko, so we could make it a fakey-Western road trip and play the Bad Livers and Willie Nelson the whole way there. Of course, that necessitates the eating of many ribs, and I'm still fighting this multiple root canal battle a bit.
But look how happy we were last time we went to Disneyland for Max's birthday:
But then again, Cowboy School...
Wednesday, May 10, 2006
Oh how I love a good vacation
And boy do I love the Sea Ranch. Not much to do there but nap. And knit. And nap. And nap!
Ozzy is quite possibly the best napping partner known to man. He even holds hands.
It's been almost a month since we went to the Sea Ranch, and seeing these pictures makes me want to go back, desperately. Of course, being outside in this weather--even if it's just walking to the lunch store and back--makes me want to spend a few days on a tropical island, too. In a hammock. And passing the Disneyland billboard on the way home from work everyday (well, until we left the city anyhow) has made me want to go back to Disneyland. Desperately. DESPERATELY. Seeing the trailer for Pirates of the Caribbean 2 last night didn't help, either. And here's some glorious free association you: Pirates of the Caribbean = Monte Cristo. We can thank Laura for that one. Apparently, the Blue Bayou restaurant inside the Pirates of the Caribbean ride has the best Monte Cristos anywhere. Unfortunately, even if I do make it to Disneyland before we leave for Ireland, the Blue Bayou--and Pirates of the Caribbean--are closed for remodeling. I guess I know what I'll be cooking for dinner this weekend!
Ozzy is quite possibly the best napping partner known to man. He even holds hands.
It's been almost a month since we went to the Sea Ranch, and seeing these pictures makes me want to go back, desperately. Of course, being outside in this weather--even if it's just walking to the lunch store and back--makes me want to spend a few days on a tropical island, too. In a hammock. And passing the Disneyland billboard on the way home from work everyday (well, until we left the city anyhow) has made me want to go back to Disneyland. Desperately. DESPERATELY. Seeing the trailer for Pirates of the Caribbean 2 last night didn't help, either. And here's some glorious free association you: Pirates of the Caribbean = Monte Cristo. We can thank Laura for that one. Apparently, the Blue Bayou restaurant inside the Pirates of the Caribbean ride has the best Monte Cristos anywhere. Unfortunately, even if I do make it to Disneyland before we leave for Ireland, the Blue Bayou--and Pirates of the Caribbean--are closed for remodeling. I guess I know what I'll be cooking for dinner this weekend!
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