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Thursday, January 31, 2008
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There's another birthday boy today!
Scrabble sucks
I hate that game. It shouldn’t even be called a game because it’s devoid of fun. And we all know “fun is the name of the game,” if it’s not fun, it’s not a game, then it’s just practice, or basically a test. It takes forever to finish one match. If there is a time limit to take your turn, then that’s not how my friends play, it just goes on forever until someone throws all their letters on the floor, or cries, or gives up and just starts putting down words like “on” or “to” just to finish. How many words can you make out of “x, r, o, e, u, k and n” (Pants this is a rhetorical question, don’t bother commenting with all the variations of words you can come up with.) And then the board gets all closed up, and when by some miracle you have an amazing seven letter word like “q,u,a,r,t,z,y” there’s no where to put it down, so you end up placing “rat” somewhere. Then there’s the requisite fight about what’s really a word or not, “vots” is not a word. And since I don’t have a dictionary in the house, it goes on all night. So the only way to make it bearable is to cheat. I insist on being the first to put down a word in every game, to get that first word double score bonus. Then of course when I choose an all vowel set of letters, they are going right back for another draw, and I’m not losing a turn for that shit. Then whenever I win it’s totally discounted because they say I cheated. Whatever, it’s all not worth it. And for the record 2 and Husbandette we are not playing Scrabble on game night no matter how much Pants begs. It’s Pictionary and Scategories all the way.
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
American't Idol
The only drawback was not enjoying the show from the comfort of my couch. I guess I’m like a thousand-year-old woman these days, but I can’t tell you how annoyed I was by all the qays shrieking laughing in the audience, and of course there was one girl who sat right behind me who repeated every goddamned thing Kathy said. “OMG she said vagina, did you hear that, she just said vagina.” “Oh no Scientology, she’s talking about Scientology,” I wanted to kill this girl. And then we were sitting by the aisle and for some reason every freaking person in my row wanted to get up at least twice during the show, then of course they have to come back and we have to stand up all over again. I know I should just suck it up and enjoy a fun night out for a live performance but that’s not in my nature.
And yet, it was an awesome night. Thanks Felize and Babies!
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
The Girl I Was is the Girl I Am - Minus A Lot of Cool
Be warned, this is gross
Is it really bad to pick your nose? I mean I know it’s sorta gross, and unhygienic, but it’s not really hurting anyone and who cares what parts of my own body I touch?! This thing is I love to pick. There is nothing more satisfying when you know something’s up there, you can just feel it, it’s big and kinda wet, and then you pick and out comes this giant mass of bodily fluid and hardened inner nose junk. And you can’t get it with a tissue or by blowing. Especially in the dry air during winter, and colds running rampant, it’s prime booger time, and nothing does the job like a pointer finger can. Then when you get it, the questions is what do you do with it. Sometimes you want to squeeze it between two fingers, get a real feel for the thing; is it mostly snot, is it mostly hardened? Then if a tissue is around I’ll deposit it, but more often then not, that thing is getting flicked. Sometimes when it’s unflickable it gets stuck between couch cushions or under a chair, sorry but it’s true. So I’ve come to terms with the fact that I’m a picker, and I try not to do it in public. I live in fear that there are cameras in my office and they capture me with my finger up there all day. But when I’m at home, I don’t even think about it, I’ll watch an entire episode of Jon & Kate plus 8 with my finger up nose, unconsciously digging away and then flicking. Poor Pants thinks it’s disgusting, but then I remind him that while I’m picking he’s farting into the couch cushions so the point is mute. All of this is really a non-issue but I had a flash forward to when I’m a parent and what my kids are gonna think. It’s all fine and good when you are young and it’s sorta cute to be gross, but no one wants a middle-aged fat woman on the couch picking her nose. Hopefully by then they’ll invent some sort of booger-be-gone nose spray or something so you avoid the picking all together. Till then, I'm picking.
Kathy Griffin
Here are topics I expect her to address this evening. I'll report back tomorrow to let you know how accurate this list is.
-Britney (obvi): There's a shit storm of crazy there and there is no way she's letting this go
-Politics: I'm sure there will be some discussion on Hil vs. Barak
-Brangelina: Totally pregnant again, must be outed, but I hope she addresses how annoying they are having 25 kids and all and how they probably won't last anyway
-Writer's strike: Could come up, and the lack of good TV to watch these days
-The View: She's been banned again for dissing Barbara too much
Monday, January 28, 2008
Let's Talk About Bam
- She's cute, I'll give her that. Something about shivering uncontrollably no matter the weather makes her cute, I guess. Or it means she should try eating more, cuz bitch's bones are not coated.
- Her snarl is bananas...it begins when you are as far as 10 feet away, then she masks it in a "hmm, I guess you can come closer kind of way," and when you are right up on her she breaks out the meanest, leanest gnarly snarl you've ever seen. For a dog of her size, she certainly knows how to freak a sister out.
- She is such a tease. She tap dances across your lap, and when you think she is going to settle in and be snuggly, she snarls and flies off you; which you can't feel anyway because she weighs less than a pencil.
- Her booties are cute, yes, but I imagine those little hand knit things have to be hand-washed as well, and as they are so tiny, they could slip down the drain very easily. Hence more money needs to be spent on the dog's wardrobe than her owner's.
- She turns Ette1's entire apartment into her lair; wee wee pads everywhere. It's an interesting take on wall to wall carpet, but I prefer my dog doing her business out back in the pachysandra.
And a side note from Leia:
" Bam, I tried to be nice. I tried to play with you. I am 150 times your size and like the gentle giant I am I let you walk all over me. Those days are done. Next time you show up here in your little wussy carrying purse I'mma wrestle you down with my paw and just hold you there where I will lick your face for an hour, biatch."
Oh no you di'in't
Pants, they are taking to the internets to diss our dog. We must refute:
Here’s what’s good about Bam:
- She is not rodent-like, she’s actually incredibly cute and lovable
- We don’t torture her by making her actually stand outside in the freezing cold just to pee – she pees like a civilized person in the house
- She’s an awesome guard dog, she protects her loved ones when they are drunk and passed out
- She doesn’t trample other smaller dogs and scare the shit out of them
- It takes her more than one second to enjoy a treat, she takes her time and savors it
- She has cool clothes
- She doesn’t have dreams about pooping, and then actually poops, ON OUR BED – ew!
Why is Carvel ice cream cake so good?
Bottom layer: Chocolate ice cream
-Delicious and rich, cool chocolate ice cream is the perfect base in this cake masterpiece.
Cookie layer: Chocolate crunchies
-We don't know what they are made of, probably a proprietary mix of coco and cocaine, but some argue they are by far the best part of the cake. Satisfying, little, dark chocolate crumble pieces are wedged in between the layers of chocolate and vanilla ice cream. They soak in just enough moisture from the ice cream to make them a bit chewy but yet retain their al dente crunch to mix up the texture profile of the cake. Be sure not to get an end piece where the crunchies may be sparce, but too close to the middle you are looking at a full inch of crunchies, too much for my taste.
Top layer: Vanilla ice cream
- Whatever, vanilla ice cream is boring, but it helps break up all the chocolate.
Topping: Whipped cream icing
- There is something about this insanely good icing that makes me want to bathe in it. It's a cross between cool whip and like the best sweetened whipped cream you've ever had. The light texture is the perfect contrast to the hard ice cream, and it doesn't melt! Now here's the issue, you get the most icing at an end piece, but as stated earlier you run the risk of not getting enough chocolate crunchies at the end. My tip is to befriend the slicer; cozy up to him/her, offer to plate pieces and pass them out. That way when you are getting around to your slice you can have her do a little surgery and make sure you get the proper proportions of both icing and crunchies.
Decoration: Sugar confetti
- The one downside of the Carvel ice cream cake is those hard little sugar pieces they sprinkle on the top around the edges. The texture is always weird, too hard to really enjoy and they get stuck in your teeth. They're also not sweet enough to mesh with the other ingredients, it's like you end up chewing cardboard on top of your creme brulee. And if you try to scrape them off you run the risk of losing some of the precious icing. I wish they would do away with them all together. We should start a letter writing campaign to get them stricken from our ice cream cakes. Who is with me?!
Send correspondence to this guy:
Steve Romaniello, CFE President and CEO, FOCUS Brands, Inc. | ||
Steve Romaniello is the president and CEO of FOCUS Brands, Inc., majority owner of Carvel Corporation, Cinnabon, Inc., Schlotzsky’s Ltd., and Seattle's Best Coffee International. Prior to accepting this post, Steve was president and chief operating officer of US Franchise Systems (USFS). Before joining USFS, he was Holiday Inn Worldwide’s youngest vice president, responsible for franchise sales in the U.S., Canada and the Caribbean, as well as for the franchise services, support and training for 1,700 hotels in the region operating under the Holiday Inn and Crowne Plaza brands. From 1988 to 1991, he held various positions with Days Inn of America. A native of Stamford, CT and a Tufts University graduate, he is a member of the Board of Directors of Fast Signs, the leading franchisor in the sign and graphics industry; the International Franchise Association (IFA); the IFA’s Diversity Institute; and the Atlanta Franchise Alliance. Steve also serves on the Leadership Advisory Council for the Elliot Leadership Institute. Carvel Retail Stores/Food Service Toll Free: 1-800-322-4848 301 Congress Ave., Suite 1100 Austin, TX 78701 512-236-3829 Fax: 512-236-3700 Hours: M-F, 8am-6pm CST |
Where My Dog At?
Dear Abby
My husband is a liar and a cheat. He has cheated on me from the beginning, and, when I confront him, he denies everything. What's worse, everyone knows that he cheats on me. It is so humiliating. Also, since he lost his job six years ago, he hasn't even looked for a new one. All he does all day is smoke cigars, cruise around and shoot the bull with his buddies, while I have to work to pay the bills. Since our daughter went away to college, he doesn't even pretend to like me, and even hints that I may be a lesbian. What should I do?
Signed: Clueless
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Dear Clueless:
Grow up and dump him. Good grief woman! You don't need him anymore! You're a Senator from New York running for President of the United States. Act like one.
Friday, January 25, 2008
Churrascaria
Ever been to one of those Brazilian steak houses? It's basically Mecca for really rich fat people. So Pants and I went last night, it's been a hell of a week and we needed a little pick me up, and figured eating our combined body weight in meat was the way to go. Now that I think of it, we should have invited Babies, he'd love nothing more.
Here's the concept:
You sit at a table and each diner is presented with a little round card, one side is green for go and the other is red for stop. Men rush by you with giant skewers of meats and sharp knives. If your card is green side up, they stop at your table and offer you a slice, if it's red, they rush right by you.
We decided to start slow and hit up the salad bar first, Pants almost fell over when he saw the mound of pre-shelled shrimp on ice. He went back three times for seconds, or thirds in this case, all-the-shrimp-you-can-eat is like Christmas morning for him. So we finally surrendered our plates and prepared our minds (by telling ourselves we weren't already full from salad and shrimp) and bodies (by loosening our belts) and got ready for the meat parade. It began to rain down grilled meats on us, pork sausage, chicken thighs, beef tenderloin, grilled lamb and it goes on. Then the carts roll by, beef spare ribs, a whole roasted suckling pig - I want to vomit. Before we can even say no more our sides are delivered. For two people they served mashed potatoes, broccoli, fried bananas, deep fried onion rings, some sort of dried corn meal hash and white rice. They place it all next to the special cheese bread already on the table. Meat mongers are swirling around us like a whirling dervish, they offer flank steak and porkloin, and it just keeps going. It doesn't take us long to turn our card over. We are clearly meat novices, and don't have the mental fortitude to take on the churrascaria. Before they could even whisper mention of dessert, we grab the bill and hightail it out of there.
I'm eating lettuce for the rest of the weekend. Babies I know where we're going for your birthday, in the six months between now and then I think I'll probably develop a taste for steak again, but we'll see.
Ette1 Tried To Talk About It
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Hurry Up and Wait
The Whole Truth and Nothing But
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
With the strike in it's gagillianth week or so it feels, there's only so many Family Guy reruns you can watch before you need to branch out. My sister got me hooked on this crazy TLC show called "Jon & Kate plus 8." It's about this couple that had twins then tried for another baby using fertility treatments and ended up with sextuplets. They are crazy religious and had some rule about not reducing so they had all six. (It always surprises me that you have no problem with manipulating your body and going through intense treatments to get pregnant but then insist that it's god's will that you have a litter and won't reduce. But to each his own.)
So the show chronicles their life and it's total madness. At any given time there are kids crying, screaming, pushing, pooping, running, laughing - you get the picture. And the parents totally hate each other, they basically don't communicate unless they are barking orders at one another. But there is something sort of heart warming about them and I can't look away, it's like watching a car wreck. And it makes me happy for my life, with just my yappy dog to annoy me and a niece I get to visit at my leisure.
My other TV recos:
MTV: Real World / Road Rules Challenge: It's back in a big way, CT is crazy and drunk as ever and Beth's face looks like it's been hit with a hot frying pan even more times!
Project Runway: Fun to watch gay guys make clothes (Bummer though to find our big gay Rami from Israel isn't Jewish)
Moment of Truth: I'll let 2 fill you in on this one, but it's AWESOME.
Insider TV tip: for reruns of your favorite shows that you forgot to DVR, check out HULU, they've got the Office and SNL but also classics like Who's the Boss and I Dream of Jeannie, you have to register for the site.
Man, thank goodness 2 posted something funny this morning. How are you supposed to follow posts about death and connecting with loved ones... oy, it's all too much, this blog is basically about things that annoy us and vjs, not sure how to handle when something sad happens. I almost brought up Heath with my therapist last night, but then I remembered that I'm paying $175 a pop for these 50 minutes and I'm not wasting but one of them on anyone but me. If insurance were kicking in for it - then maybe fine I could express my feelings about celebrity news - but when it comes from my pocket we're talking about the dream I had last night when I was an ice cream cone being chased by a lactose intolerant dog - what the hell does that mean?!
Aren't Some Things Better Left Alone?
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
People Die Every Day
Heath Ledger has died
You just never know. Such sad news...
Lesson for our readerettes: Tell someone you love that you love them today. Hug them - hard. And don't do drugs!!!!!!!!!!!!!
C'est Duckie
Stupid pet names
Don't know about you but in my family we like to designate dumb nicknames for our loved ones. There's something about having your own and giving other people nicknames that brings you all just that much closer together. It says to the world: "We are connected in a unique and quirky way, we are a part of a special little club all our own - it's not for you to understand or approve of, but if you get close enough we may just give you a nickname too and you know you want one!"
Here are some examples of dumb nicknames in my circle:
Random names (No real good reason for these names, they just happen):
I call my ex (potentially future) boyfriend: Pants (Why you ask? Because he wears pants)
He calls me: Face (Similar reasoning)
My sister and brother-in-law call their kid: Monkey (My sister totally stole Face and tries to call the baby that, but I put a stop to it, nicknames cannot be shared, more on that later!)
Rhyming names (Sometimes just adding a prefix or suffix to a name makes it funnier, or just saying a word that sorta sounds like a name):
I call my brother who's name is Elan: Flan (It has a cool Mexican flair)
Same for my sister: Felise
2 calls her husband: Honna (I'm assuming this is some form of honey)
Combo names (This works for couples only):
We have friends named Stacy Sarfatti and Paul Rustin, so we call them: Paul Giammati
Then there is Pamela Sandler and Alan Echtenkamp: Sandlerkamps (or as I penned last night PAL)
Bizarro names (There are reasons for these names, but they basically make no sense):
I call my brother-in-law: Babies (The reason is, one day I overheard my sister on the phone with him and she called him Babes, so I made some snide remark about referring to him in the plural, then decided to take it a step further and call him Babies - and it stuck.)
He calls me: Babies (For no good reason at all, I just started calling him Babies and he started calling me Babies right back. I tried to tell him that you can't just steal a nickname like that but he doesn't get it. It makes family functions a little confusing and also totally weird.)
Monday, January 21, 2008
MLK Day activities
My company finally did the right thing this year and gave us the day off for MLK day... so why you ask am I sitting at my desk in my office, not wearing pajamas and catching up on my DVR'd shows?! Well because my boss thought it was a busy week and the beauty team should come in to prep for all of our events. So here we are, all eight of us, we set our alarms, put on some makeup and braved the subzero temps and got our asses into the office today. It's not what MLK would have wanted I'm sure, but in his honor I'll do my best to try not to slack off the entire day.
For those of you who are not working and are considering how to spend today, here are some suggestions based on MLK's most popular speeches.
A nation that continues year after year to spend more money on military defense than on programs of social uplift is approaching spiritual death.
- Watch Oprah, her's is a program of social uplift if I ever saw one.
Nonviolence is the answer to the crucial political and moral questions of our time.
- Practice yoga, it's a non-violent form of exercise and helps tighten your gluts.
We must combine the toughness of the serpent and the softness of the dove, a tough mind and a tender heart.
- Take your dog for a walk, but bundle him up because it's cold out there.
If a man hasn't discovered something that he will die for, he isn't fit to live.
- Take a trip down to Rice to Riches on Spring Street, their chocolate cheesecake pudding is "To Die For."
And try to do something nice for someone else today, today should be recognized as a day of service. My contribution is of course this site, as always you're welcome!
Friday, January 18, 2008
Waiting Rooms
PediCab terror
Was running late (of course) to meet 2 and and our third - she's the ultimate kvetchette but like Scarlet Johansson is too cool for school and won't blog with us. We were meeting for our monthly dinner to bitch about our lives, discuss husbands / ex-possibly repeat boyfriends, home ownership, jobs and the lack or potential thereof, and of course vjs, as per our usual. The sleet and rain storm that began instantaneously as I stepped out onto the street prevented me from finding a proper cab in the afternoon rush, and I was forced to consider alternative transport options. Subway was no good: 1, because it's for the chickens, and 2, because I was only going about 15 blocks, hardly made the walk to the station in the rain worth it. Buses weren't a great option because midtown traffic at 7p.m. is like how long it takes to get through a New Yorker article - way too long, boring and uses lots of words I don't understand. (Well the traffic doesn't use words I don't understand but there is a lot of honking so it huts my head none-the-less.) So as I stand on the street sans umbrella, getting poked by other peoples inappropriately giant umbrellas, I had a decision to make: Hoof it all the way there or risk my life in a PediCab! I choose pedicab. So the guy unzips the sad little layer of plastic that protects the seat to let me in while he's suffering outside in the cold and wind and rain. I plop down and pray. He zooms forward with a lurch and a bump and we are wedged perilously close between a mammoth MTA bus and a cab that looks none to happy to share the road with us. We make sad progress as people on the street pass us by, rain leaking in from the top of this thing and wind blowing in from below. The worst part is I can tell this guy is struggling hard to get my fat ass up the hill. I sit and try to hold my breath as to make myself weigh even less, but it doesn't seem like it's working, I feel like the fattest cow on earth as he's lumbering up the street and jerking side to side with each painful peddle stride. We finally get to the destination, 25 minutes and 25 bucks later and he unzips and let's me out. I step promptly into a puddle and then slosh on to meet the girls, a little dizzy and little chilly but glad to be alive. I think that will be the last PediCab ride I'll take for a while.
Thursday, January 17, 2008
Sore throat
I have very mixed feelings today. I've come down with a bit of a bug and have a sore throat, which is mildly uncomfortable and annoying. However - it makes my voice sound so cool! All of the sudden I sound mysterious and worldly, like I've traveled, I have a past , I have stories to tell and you'll want to hear them. Sick voice is so much better than high-pitched, whiney normal voice. (Yes, I am aware that Phoebe had the same issue on an old episode of Friends, and yet my current day situation is no less relevant.) So I'm spending the day calling friends, getting in touch with some folks I haven't talked to in while, making sure I linger at co-workers desks to discuss feedback on documents (thus also passing on my germs, and giving those bitches a reason to call out of work tomorrow)... I'm hoping it doesn't turn into full blown strep or anything but I do love my voice today. Maybe I'll smoke tonight to get it really good and damaged, and tomorrow I'll be even hotter!
Time . . . Is Not On My Side
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Props from Pops
Gifting qualms
When your little brother asks for nunchucks for his birthday it puts you in a bit of a moral quandary. They are banned in three states! Below are the questions I asked myself...
-What might he want to do with nunchucks:
- Perhaps he's into martial arts training and this isn't at all a cause for concern on many levels.
- Might he be stockpiling weaponry and ammunition in preparation for some sort of government overthrow?
- Is it possible he simple appreciates the art of Asian combat tools?
- Does this make me an accessory in ensuing legal action should the nunchucks be used for evil instead of good?
- Chuck would say get the nunchucks.
Commercial I Love
Monday, January 14, 2008
My new boyfriend
A Shameless Self Promotion
1) Because she is a sassy, smart writer, dangit. She has spent eight long years using her written word to influence people in all sorts of ways – via product pitching, celebrity-teasing, marketing mumbo-jumbo, tugging at the emotional heart strings, and all that falls in between.
2) Because ette2 (hearts) grandparents. She personally has two grandmama’s and one nana-in-law who believe that she is the coolest thing since sliced challah and are looking for another reason to be proud of her (to add to the very long and laminated list they currently share with their gal pals on bridge-and-poker night).
3) Because she likes happy people, and everyone knows grandparents are the happiest people on earth. Talk about a positive audience! She’s used to writing for jaded, bitter and aggressive 18-36 year old female consumers. What a nice change of pace Bubby and Zayde would be!
4) Because it would give her the perfect excuse to seek the best recipe on earth for Grandma’s Chicken Soup. She believes this is surely a contest in the making…
5) Because she rocks. Seriously. Not only is she a cool person to be around, but she is probably the best spell-checking machine and proofreader that has ever walked the street. She can spot a misspelling 18 1/2 city blocks away and will ensure grandparents.com passes the error-proof-test (and we don’t mean the kind you pee on).
6) Because she needs to work or her husband is going to throw her out on her head, which will leave no opportunity to have children of their very own, thus rendering their own parents grandchild-less. This would be devastating for all involved. Surely you understand her predicament.
Have your people call her people. Let’s brighten everyone’s day, why don’t we?
Things that suck about taking the red eye:
- They sit you next to the galley and the air waitresses spend the entire night banging trays and glasses from the first-class service.
- Pilot insists on updating you about altitude when you are trying to sleep (who freaking cares about your altitude on a flight anyway, as long as you aren’t hitting any buildings I’m pretty much ok with how high we are).
- Seat reclines like not at all, trying to sleep sitting straight up blows.
- Just as you doze off the guy in the window seat who monopolized the shared armrest the entire flight shouts “Excuse me” in your ear so he can go pee, then he takes forever, not returning until you just about fall asleep again and he says EXCUSE ME even louder to get his big butt back in his seat. If you think you’ll need to pee during a flight then get an aisle seat dude!
- That same guy insists on keeping the window shade open so when the sun rises an hour and a half before you reach your destination you become blinded by the glare.
- The flight attendants actually wake you up to make you put on a seat belt during turbulence. Has anyone ever fallen out of their seat on a flight, and even if they do where are they going to fall to? You are packed in so tight it’s not like you’ll be rolling down the aisle.
- You took the ambien a bit too early and missed the "fall asleep" window, so instead of sleeping through the flight and arriving all refreshed, you are in a weird zombie, medicine-head coma the whole night and end up sleeping the whole next day anyway, voiding the purpose of taking the red eye so you can get shit done on Sunday anyway.
Next time, I'm extending my trip, taking a flight during normal waking hours and then calling out of work on Monday to recover. It's the only way to travel.
What About When Life Doesn't Give You Lemons?
Thursday, January 10, 2008
Cashmere Mafia
Bottom line? I give Cashmere Mafia a thumb between sideways and up. I give it about 6.8 pts on the 10-pt scale. It may be full of stereotypes - it may be a blatant rip-off of SATC - it may drive you crazy with cliches - But the benefits far outweigh the side effects. It's juicy, it's indulgent and it's much more fun than working out.