i'm trying my damndest to think of somebody i can buy this for.
anybody....anyone at all...
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Friday, December 05, 2008
Tuesday, November 04, 2008
I Bought a T-Shirt*...Does That Count?
seriously though, i'm gonna go after work. i swear on my Cher doll!sweet mother of eve arden, people, i know this is important...i've read about it on (almost) all your blogs!
*you can get your t-shirt here.
Monday, October 20, 2008
Weekend Wonderland
OMG how much am i loving this cold snap? it's been, like, 50 degrees here all weekend! The trees are shedding leaves like crazy, people are stoking their fireplaces; it's fabulous, i tell you! great weather to cuddle with The Huz under the blankets, pre-dawn.
i'll readily admit, this was not an eventful weekend, but it was pretty fun nonetheless.
Friday night we watched a terribly fascinating documentary on Jim Jones and a few episodes of the Closer, ordered a pizza from a local joint that Chef Stephen approves of and opened a fantastic bottle of wine we got from Woot. the puppy snoozed between us, rapturously.
Saturday we took the car to be serviced and hit the Gap on the way home; originally i was looking for a denim jacket to replace the one i've been wearing forever, but walked out with black corduroys, which i haven't worn since i'm, seven, and the most gorgeous silk/cotton v-neck sweater in a shade of purple that can only be described as Grimace, with a pale pink button down to go underneath. none of this is sigificant in any way except for the fact that, upon leaving the dresssing room, i felt thinner and more fabulous than i have in almost a year! there are no numbers to back up the feeling, but who cares! right? afterward we went home and just chilled; Stephen studying and doing homework while i made serious headway in a castle in Zelda. the puppy spent equal time on both of our laps, jumping from chair to couch, whenever the mood hit him.
Sunday, i got back to my roots and, to stephen's utter delight*, put up a pot of gravy** with meatballs. it's amazing how long it's been since i made meatballs; i had to call my mom for the "recipe", but they turned out absolutely fantastic. while the gravy simmered, i knocked out some more Zelda and stephen made some italian bread, for his special Roasted Garlic bread. the result was penne rigati with meatballs that would've made my mom very proud; a good time was had by all!
* i almost never make red sauce when we have macaroni; we ate so much of it, growing up that i only look for it once in a while. stephen, on the other hand, loves red sauce and flips whenever i deign to make it.
**some people call it gravy, some people (red) sauce. in my house, growing up, the minute a meatball or sausage or a braciole hit a pot of tomato sauce, it instantly became gravy and it's the subject of much debate between italians and "white folks". i say, call it whatever you want as long as i get a taste on a piece of italian bread, sprinkled with grated cheese...
i'll readily admit, this was not an eventful weekend, but it was pretty fun nonetheless.
Friday night we watched a terribly fascinating documentary on Jim Jones and a few episodes of the Closer, ordered a pizza from a local joint that Chef Stephen approves of and opened a fantastic bottle of wine we got from Woot. the puppy snoozed between us, rapturously.
Saturday we took the car to be serviced and hit the Gap on the way home; originally i was looking for a denim jacket to replace the one i've been wearing forever, but walked out with black corduroys, which i haven't worn since i'm, seven, and the most gorgeous silk/cotton v-neck sweater in a shade of purple that can only be described as Grimace, with a pale pink button down to go underneath. none of this is sigificant in any way except for the fact that, upon leaving the dresssing room, i felt thinner and more fabulous than i have in almost a year! there are no numbers to back up the feeling, but who cares! right? afterward we went home and just chilled; Stephen studying and doing homework while i made serious headway in a castle in Zelda. the puppy spent equal time on both of our laps, jumping from chair to couch, whenever the mood hit him.
Sunday, i got back to my roots and, to stephen's utter delight*, put up a pot of gravy** with meatballs. it's amazing how long it's been since i made meatballs; i had to call my mom for the "recipe", but they turned out absolutely fantastic. while the gravy simmered, i knocked out some more Zelda and stephen made some italian bread, for his special Roasted Garlic bread. the result was penne rigati with meatballs that would've made my mom very proud; a good time was had by all!
* i almost never make red sauce when we have macaroni; we ate so much of it, growing up that i only look for it once in a while. stephen, on the other hand, loves red sauce and flips whenever i deign to make it.
**some people call it gravy, some people (red) sauce. in my house, growing up, the minute a meatball or sausage or a braciole hit a pot of tomato sauce, it instantly became gravy and it's the subject of much debate between italians and "white folks". i say, call it whatever you want as long as i get a taste on a piece of italian bread, sprinkled with grated cheese...
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Wednesday's Illuminations
well it's day three of my four day, husband-less, week and i'm still alive (and yes, so is the dog). here's what we've learned, so far:
1. i don't like "cooking for one"; i don't know how single people do it. since the dishwasher's still busted, i can't be bothered to dirty pots and pans and things just for lil ole moi, so i've been eating "quick and painless dinners" like chinese food (sunday), hot dogs & beans with steamed zucchini, followed by a cup of soft serve from the hot Mister Softee guy (monday) and last night's Smart One's dinner, Chicken Quesadilas and Pasta Carbonara (i haven't had a "tv dinner"since i'm eleven... i haven't missed much) with a scoop of Ben & Jerry's Peach Cobbler ice cream for dessert. i've stayed on track, within my point range, and i feel good!
2. while our "All-in-One: High Efficiency Washer/Dryer" is not the best unit on the market, its time delay settings are just a little bit fabulous. as of saturday morning, there was a pile of laundry which roughly resembled the staten island landfill, 90% of which was (were?) towels and sheets (which usually get put off till there are no clean ones left, because it takes so bloody long for our dryer to dry them). well, for the last 4 days i've been doing at least a load a day and now there is no laundry left. what there is, though, is a huge pile of clean towels and sheets which needs to be folded and put away.
3. it's no fun coming home to an empty house, but having a puppy really helps.
4. it's not as much fun getting stuff in the mail from Amazon and Woot if nobody's there to frown and/or cluck their tongue.
1. i don't like "cooking for one"; i don't know how single people do it. since the dishwasher's still busted, i can't be bothered to dirty pots and pans and things just for lil ole moi, so i've been eating "quick and painless dinners" like chinese food (sunday), hot dogs & beans with steamed zucchini, followed by a cup of soft serve from the hot Mister Softee guy (monday) and last night's Smart One's dinner, Chicken Quesadilas and Pasta Carbonara (i haven't had a "tv dinner"since i'm eleven... i haven't missed much) with a scoop of Ben & Jerry's Peach Cobbler ice cream for dessert. i've stayed on track, within my point range, and i feel good!
2. while our "All-in-One: High Efficiency Washer/Dryer" is not the best unit on the market, its time delay settings are just a little bit fabulous. as of saturday morning, there was a pile of laundry which roughly resembled the staten island landfill, 90% of which was (were?) towels and sheets (which usually get put off till there are no clean ones left, because it takes so bloody long for our dryer to dry them). well, for the last 4 days i've been doing at least a load a day and now there is no laundry left. what there is, though, is a huge pile of clean towels and sheets which needs to be folded and put away.
3. it's no fun coming home to an empty house, but having a puppy really helps.
4. it's not as much fun getting stuff in the mail from Amazon and Woot if nobody's there to frown and/or cluck their tongue.
Friday, July 11, 2008
Friday, May 23, 2008
*Crickets* (or My Humor Doesn't Translate Well)
via text messageCawfeeGuy: totally bought today's shirt (on woot).
Bri-the-Pie-Guy: i almost bought the flatscreen telly yesterday. But "that is alot of diapers" sense kicked in at the last minute.
CG: *GASP* good choice Ward.
BtPG: Ward?
CG: Cleaver. the prototypical "American Dad".
BtPG: oh. Humor from the colonies.
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
On the Upside
if there's one advantage to working like sicilian olive picker, from dusk till dawn, it's the gobs of overtime i'm being paid. today being payday, and in light of having lost 6 (yes six)DS games on the bus, the other day, i treated myself to a shirt from Shirt Woot. sorry, sweetie...i'll throw out either my B-52's 2000 tour or my "Girls Have Cooties" shirts to make room.
Thursday, February 07, 2008
"You make me feel like a pudgy, naked, winged child has shot an arrow into my chest cavity"
Do y'think that these shirts (click pic to enlarge) are too...i dunno..."sixteen year old girl"? 'cuz i'm not gonna lie...i'm tempted to buy one...c'mon, with Valentines Day right around the corner, don't you wanna tell the world whether you're in blissfully coupled or screwed by love?
Monday, February 04, 2008
Gay-Middle-Aged Mutant Average CawfeeGuys
the hottest shirt ShirtWoot has ever had.i missed it the 1st time they had it on sale, but caught on the Day-of-Reckoning Rebound.
sorry honey, i'll throw out one of my old t's to make room...i swear...
Wednesday, January 02, 2008
Irony Pt. 2
t-shirt woot has this in theirmost recent derby:
i hope it eventually makes its way to the top of the list, 'cuz i'd wear it with aplomb.
and no i can't read what it says; i had to ask stephen. i thought it was a joke, but apparently the joke is on me. if you can't read it either, then let me know so i can bask in the solidarity.
i hope it eventually makes its way to the top of the list, 'cuz i'd wear it with aplomb.
and no i can't read what it says; i had to ask stephen. i thought it was a joke, but apparently the joke is on me. if you can't read it either, then let me know so i can bask in the solidarity.
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