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Monday, January 28, 2013
Monday Squee
It's Monday. Another monotonous week ahead.
BUT I WILL NOT COMPLAIN.
I will offer up fuzziness for your amusement.
Cheer up. Five days till the weekend!
And the ultimate squee...do you know what Sunday is? No, not the Super Bowl, who cares about a bunch of roided up guys in tight pants tackling each other? No, I'm talking about the Puppy Bowl. There will be hedgehog cheerleaders! And a webcam in the locker room! PUPPIES!
Okay, squee session over. Back to work.*
*HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.**
**HAAAAAAA.
BUT I WILL NOT COMPLAIN.
I will offer up fuzziness for your amusement.
Cheer up. Five days till the weekend!
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| King Tree |
SQUEEEEEEEEEEE WITH MEEEEE.
And the ultimate squee...do you know what Sunday is? No, not the Super Bowl, who cares about a bunch of roided up guys in tight pants tackling each other? No, I'm talking about the Puppy Bowl. There will be hedgehog cheerleaders! And a webcam in the locker room! PUPPIES!
Okay, squee session over. Back to work.*
*HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.**
**HAAAAAAA.
Sunday, January 27, 2013
Tale of a Kitchen Fail
I couldn't wait until dinner time.
I made dinner for lunch!
But alas, my domestic goddess status is in danger.
Things to note:
*When the recipe calls for raw shrimp, they probably don't mean frozen shrimp.
*And I think I bought the wrong potatoes too.
*So I left it in the oven longer than necessary.
*Possibly too long.
I tried a recipe from The I <3 Trader Joe's Cookbook that I got for Christmas: Roasted Potatoes, Shrimp and Pancetta. The flavors were kind of off, which could be because of all of the things listed above, and maybe the kind of wine I used (cheap, not tasty for drinking...), but I liked the idea.
And it was still pretty good.
I made dinner for lunch!
But alas, my domestic goddess status is in danger.
Things to note:
*When the recipe calls for raw shrimp, they probably don't mean frozen shrimp.
*And I think I bought the wrong potatoes too.
*So I left it in the oven longer than necessary.
*Possibly too long.
I tried a recipe from The I <3 Trader Joe's Cookbook that I got for Christmas: Roasted Potatoes, Shrimp and Pancetta. The flavors were kind of off, which could be because of all of the things listed above, and maybe the kind of wine I used (cheap, not tasty for drinking...), but I liked the idea.
And it was still pretty good.
Domestic Goddess
Golly gee whiz, folks, I've just outdone myself this weekend . I feel like I'm in training to be a trophy wife. I give myself four stars, maybe four and a half,'cause of my boobs.
Yesterday, I went to the grocery store. Yes, you heard that right. I actually bought food to put in my hilariously empty fridge. I KNOW. I planned out my whole week, meal-wise, and I'm joyous. Also yesterday: cleaning of the kitchen. So much cleaning. Even beside the fridge, the no-go-zone. All my dishes are clean and put away, the counters are scrubbed and ready to be defiled again when I make dinner tonight.
Oh yes...I'll be making dinner. I might even wear an apron.
Today, I woke up early and went to yoga, then hit Jiffy Lube and the Farmer's Market, all before 11:00 AM. I indulged in some prettyful flowers as a reward for being out and about on a weekend.
Now, I shall organize.
Look at me go.
Yesterday, I went to the grocery store. Yes, you heard that right. I actually bought food to put in my hilariously empty fridge. I KNOW. I planned out my whole week, meal-wise, and I'm joyous. Also yesterday: cleaning of the kitchen. So much cleaning. Even beside the fridge, the no-go-zone. All my dishes are clean and put away, the counters are scrubbed and ready to be defiled again when I make dinner tonight.
Oh yes...I'll be making dinner. I might even wear an apron.
Today, I woke up early and went to yoga, then hit Jiffy Lube and the Farmer's Market, all before 11:00 AM. I indulged in some prettyful flowers as a reward for being out and about on a weekend.
Now, I shall organize.
Look at me go.
Yoga Glow
Yoga. BOOM.
Vast improvement on my chatarunga, sweat soaked clothes, and 560 calories later, I feel like a muthafucking champion. WOOT. Go me.
I am writing this post for one reason, and one reason only. (That is a bald faced lie, I also wanted to brag.) I need something to refer back to when my traitorous brain starts telling me I don't want to go to class, I want to stay in bed or go home to the couch or eat something instead.
IT FEELS FUCKING GOOD TO GO TO YOGA.
Note To Self
Self, yes, yoga is hot and hard and tiring. Duh. But it's also exhilarating, and fulfilling, and challenging, all the things you complain about not having in your life. Every time you feel stronger, push yourself further, hold a pose longer, you're filled with happiness. Hold on to that feeling, and the feeling you have after an hour of devotion to yourself and your soul. Push through any resistance and know that it's worth it.
Also, your ass is gonna look fabulous.
Love,
Self
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| Yeah, I don't do that. |
Vast improvement on my chatarunga, sweat soaked clothes, and 560 calories later, I feel like a muthafucking champion. WOOT. Go me.
I am writing this post for one reason, and one reason only. (That is a bald faced lie, I also wanted to brag.) I need something to refer back to when my traitorous brain starts telling me I don't want to go to class, I want to stay in bed or go home to the couch or eat something instead.
IT FEELS FUCKING GOOD TO GO TO YOGA.
Note To Self
Self, yes, yoga is hot and hard and tiring. Duh. But it's also exhilarating, and fulfilling, and challenging, all the things you complain about not having in your life. Every time you feel stronger, push yourself further, hold a pose longer, you're filled with happiness. Hold on to that feeling, and the feeling you have after an hour of devotion to yourself and your soul. Push through any resistance and know that it's worth it.
Also, your ass is gonna look fabulous.
Love,
Self
Saturday, January 26, 2013
Saturday Night's Alright For Linkin'
Where The Guys From "Mean Girls" Are Now
I once saw Aaron Samuels at a Britney Spears concert in Seattle. *swoon* Too bad he has no interest in my bits.
Choice quote from Marius:
"We patriots have no time for pleasure, fun, romance...OH LOOK SOME RANDOM BLONDE CHICK I'M IN LOVE NOW, SCREW YOU FRANCE!""Why in God's Name Is Mike Tyson, Convicted Rapist, Guest Starring on Law and Order: SVU?
Ugh. This is gross. The only explanation that makes sense is that the showrunners wanted this exact kind of publicity and controversy, which is pretty deplorable. I'm currently rewatching this show on Netflix...it was a high school obsession.
My new awareness of Jimmy Kimmel has resulted in an apprecation for his Celebrities Read Mean Tweets feature. Enjoy.
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