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Go away Hipsters and Tourists!

2009-07-09T10:30:00.000-05:00

Di Fara Pizza was my local pizza place growing up. Now it's known as the best pizza in the universe and the most expensive slice ($5!) in all five boroughs. The wait times are excessive, but the pizza is so good. Damn, now I'm hungry.

Sharing a Pizza? Heartbreaking. - Diner’s Journal Blog - NYTimes.com

Think Geek Rocks!

2009-07-09T10:10:00.002-05:00

The Tautaun sleeping bag is on its way to becoming a reality! Its gonna be so much cooler than the $100 Star Wars sheets they're selling at PB Kids.

Don't Joke About Tauntaun Sleeping Bags: Star Wars Fanatics Get Pissed

Rolling Buildings? Why Not!

2009-07-08T08:21:00.001-05:00

Oh good, now I don't even have to go to the theater to see it: all the best parts are right here! Although I might actually pay to see it if it had a groovy '70s bongo soundtrack.

Total Destruction

2009-06-18T16:03:00.017-05:00

So this movie, "2012", portends total destruction to life as we know it. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy disaster movies, "The Poseidon Adventure" being one of my favorites, but check out this trailer.

The whole thing is just jam packed with St. Peter's-imploding, tsunami-wave-inundating, meteors-showering-down-from-the-heavens, fiery mayhem. The words "From the Director of 'Indepencence Day' and "The Day After Tomorrow'" appear about halfway through the trailer and they are a clue to the quality of screen writing and plot development we can expect from such a flick. There are overtones of religious wrath-of-God-type themes, as indicated by the shot of a giraffe being hoisted onto some sort of government sponsored, post-modern ark as the Earth churns itself inside out for as of yet unspecified reasons.

This movie looks completely dreadful, yet I totally want to see it.

Kyle said "It's destruction porn. Might as well not even have any actors or plot" to which I replied "I know. That last bit with the aircraft carrier + big wave + was that the Capitol building? = Hell, we went to see 'The Perfect Storm' just to see that one big wave."

Being that it costs $12.50 to see a movie these days, I probably won't see this movie in the theater. Good thing we have a gigantic 46" TV in our living room.

Illin'

2009-06-15T12:22:00.001-05:00

I sort of have this really bad headache, jaw-ache, yucky feeling of nastiness going on. I don't know what to do about it. Kyle force-fed me two Excedrin and I had a cuppa tea and an English muffin before that, so it can't be caffeine related. Maybe I just need to take a shower. Wash my hair. Take the dog for a walk. I hope I'm not getting a migraine. That would really suck.

I'm so...sooo....

2009-06-09T00:31:00.002-05:00

So tired. I have a lot of work to do and it’s all due on the 24th and I am going (quite understandably) a little crazy. I will get it all done––I always do––but still, I’m tense and tired and my house is a mess and I don’t have time to vacuum. The saddened eyes of my pets reproach me for my neglect and their whining mewls sing eloquently of how I’ve forsaken them for that warm, flat metal box they love to snuggle upon, and which they are expressly forbidden to do.

Sometimes I wish I could press the Fast Forward button and everything would get done twice as fast in half the time. I’m also still waiting for the advent of teleportation, so I will never have to suffer though yet another boring seven hour flight to Europe, sleep not even a shadow of a possibility, listening to some screaming baby struggling with an earache or having the back of my seat kicked with the regularity of a metronome by some ill bred brat who should be on their way to Disneyworld, not on a transatlantic flight to the Old Country, but I think I might be waiting quite some time for that bit of future technology. Sigh…

What I Want for Christmas

2008-12-06T15:43:00.004-05:00

Well, aside from wishing that Christmas was over and done with and to be well on our way to spring, I would like something incredibly insane. Such as this:

Our friends have the 52 incher and watching it was a revelation. It was like I took a swig of that funky Mexican mushroom brew from "Altered States". Before everything was absolutely ordinary, blah really, but after -- WOAH! I was seeing cavemen running through the zoo, chowing down on unsuspecting sheep. Okay, that's a little bit of an exaggeration, but I swear this TV is better than spending thirty-six hours straight in an isolation tank. It kicks my little 15" faux-wood grained cathode ray tube in its UHF-knobbed butt.

Maybe when Santa delivers the new boob tube he can also drop off a copy of this:

I have a feeling Stringer Bell is even sexier in HD. Oh! And seeing Omar's soulful eyes with unprecedented clarity will add even more pathos to the moving tragedy of his inner-city-Robin-Hood existence.

Or perhaps I will have to save my pennies for this:

I guess I will have a lot of time to save my pennies for this, since it hasn't been released yet and we don't even own a Blu-Ray plyer, but one can dream of the day I can watch every drop of sweat roll down Viggo's gorgeous face. Or maybe I'll just wait until it's on Netflix.

Day 207: 'Cause Silicone Parts Are Made For Toys

2008-07-15T18:41:00.003-05:00

Despite $80 in alterations, the bridesmaid dress I have to wear in two weeks still doesn't fit in one very important area, that dry stretch of flatlands between my clavicles and waist. Normally, I don't care about my meager endowments. Having a small chest means I practically never have to wear a bra, which is a good thing in my humble opinion. I don't have to deal with slipping straps or pinching, poking underwires. I also save a lot of money whenever I go to Victoria's Secret, seeing as how the only thing I buy there is underwear. In total, I own five bras: two lightly padded underwire t-shirt bras that I hardly ever wear, two no-wire bras that haven't seen this side of my top dresser drawer in ages, and one 3rd degree pushup, super-padded, actually-honest-to-god-gives-me-cleavage Wonderbra that I'm pretty sure my Aunt Jeanne designed. This last is the bra I wore to the fitting and the only thing I currently own that would have a snowball's chance in hell to fill out the ridiculously large bodice of this particular dress. Unfortunately, it's nude. However, the seamstress declared it worked, even though she still wanted to sew cups into the dress, ostensibly so I wouldn't need an airbag should we get into an flaming car wreck on the way to the ceremony.

So. I go to pick up my dress in Queens (two subway transfers away) and am horrified to realize the damn bra straps show. The hag of a seamstress decides I need to buy a strapless bra and kindly offers to sell me one of the overpriced wedding bras they have in stock. No thanks. I made her sew those little bra strap snaps onto the inside of the dress and left. Presciently figuring that the nude Wonderbra might not work, I had ordered several black bras online, in varying styles and sizes (did I mention I rarely ever wear a bra and thus I have no idea what size I actually am, despite the fact my aunt is a bigwig in the intimate apparel industry?) and I threw in some silicone inserts for good measure. I didn't really know how they would work, but it seemed like a good idea at the time. A way to hedge my bets, so to speak.

Two of my new bras arrived today, neither of which works with the dress. I even tried wedging the falsies into the cups, but the silicone blobs are too big and I had a nightmarish vision of one of them slipping out and hitting the floor with a resounding thud as my dear sister-in-law says "I do." I was about to cry when I remembered the wireless bra. It wasn't the right band size, but I recalled the cups being full coverage. I say "recall" because I haven't actually seen or worn this particular bra in more than five years. It took a little digging, but I finally unearthed it. It's as big and ugly as I remember and the straps are rather wide, but when I place the slices of silicone goodness inside it makes me look huge! Like a real woman almost. Or at least one who's had a child at some point in her life.

Anyway, I tried on the dress and it actually fits better than when I wore the Wonderbra (my apologies to Aunt Jeanne.) My wedding outfit is finally complete. Now all I have to worry about is my hair.

Wiped Out

2008-05-28T08:51:00.002-05:00

Today was my grandma's funeral, so basically we've been running around Brooklyn since the crack of dawn. First we took a cab to the funeral home to say goodbye, then off to Our Lady of Refuge where my brothers and I went to Catholic school when we were kids. I don't know why it's done, probably some superstitious reason, but we usually swing past the house on the way to church, but we were late, so we went directly to the church, which bothered me. I mean, my grandma wanted to be buried with a huge bag full of rosary beads, the least we could do was take an extra minute to drive by the house. It was on the way for Christ's sake.

Anyway, Father Perry, who I only know from the various funerals I've attended in the past few years, did a very beautiful service, wherein he mentioned my grandmother's out of this world meatballs and I cried my face off. Then we were off to Green-wood, where we had to actually wait on line to get in there were so many funerals today. Someone ahead of us had a floral memorial deliverd on the back of a snazzy black El Camino. It was in the shape of an ace of hearts. Inveterate gambler, perhaps? Mafia kingpin? Who knows.

We wound our way to one of our family plots and said some prayers (three Hail Mary's and one Our Father) then bid grandma farewell. I will, of course, be back. I'm the only person in my family who is able to follow the map to visit my Aunt Marietta's plot (which is now Aunt Nay's too) on the other side of the cemetery, so I always accompany my Aunt Jeanne to do the Christmas flowers. I have a lot of family in Green-Wood. My Grandpa, Uncle Mikey, Aunt Marietta, Aunt Nay and now Grandma. Uncle Nino is in a different cemetery in Queens. I was upset years ago when Aunt Jeanne first got the plots for her family, because I was sad they would all be together and then where would I go? I have since decided to be cremated, tossed into a Ralph's coffee can and be shaken over Pacific ocean some windy day. Just kidding about the Pacific ocean, but I do not want to by buried. In fact, I do not want to be embalmed or "laid out" or "viewed" or any of that stuff. I can't stand my family's old school Italian way of dealing with death. I hate open caskets. No one ever looks right and sometimes the image of their final rest becomes a hideous recurring thought to me. I try not to look at them. It's too emotional. And I get disturbed by the inconsistencies of their appearance. Aunt Nay didn't look like Swoozie Kurtz and have a big bust in real life, why did she have to look like that in death? And Aunt Marietta wasn't a redhead when she was alive. I had a hard time recognizing her at all. Grandma looked all wrong. It was just so wrong to see her in there, not moving around, not saying how much she loves me, then yelling at me because I never visit (even though I'd seen her just three days before) then confiding I was her favorite, but shhhhh! don't tell anyone!

I've been to other funerals or wakes or memorial services that were so much nicer in my mind. A friend's father died and he was in a pine box next to a podium and friends and family all spoke and told stories about him in turn. It was lovely. Kyle's brother had a similar wake. He was a contractor, so they family had put out some of his tools and business cards, things he used every day and were a part of his life, and there were several bulletin boards with pictures from al the stages of his life, so you could see him as a child, a teenager with long rocker hair, a young married man with two baby girls, a loving father in a flannel shirt on the porch of his farmhouse with his kids and wife. It was so sweet and moving.

My family doesn't do any of that. And from what I can gather, if you're not Italian-American, you might not know the horrors of "our kind" of proceedings. It gives me the creeps. A couple of weeks after my Aunt Nay's funeral, I wen to Madam Tussaud's Wax Museum with my mom and I nearly ran back out because I felt like I was surrounded by the reanimated corpses of famous people who had escaped their open caskets and were slowly coming to get me, in classic zombie-movie fashion. Simply dreadful. But at least we don't do three day wakes any more. Those were torture.

When we finally got home 6, I fell into bed and passed out until 10. I woke up with a whopping headache, which I was afraid was the beginning of a migraine until I realized it was actually a hangover headache from the vodka and pineapple I had at Michael's Restaurant after the graveside service. We always have parties at Michael's. My grandma's 80th birthday party and her 95th. My engagement/shower/wedding party (since we eloped to Vegas) was at Michael's. And of course, all the funeral parties. We also eat dinner there on a regular basis. It's a real old school place with Italian waiters, run by an Italian family, their pasta is very good and best of all, they have valet parking. And they all know my grandma, so everyone was very sympathetic. Anyway, I guzzled my drink on an empty stomach and spent half the afternoon drunk and stuffing my face with bread and butter, pizza bread, olives, salad, penne alla vodka, and a few bites of dried out pork. I shoulda gotten the chicken. Oh well. Then we had coffee and pastries. After that we went back to grandma's house, where I was ready to find a quiet empty room and nod off, but that didn't happen. A few hours later we left and my mom and brothers dropped us off and I took the nap this missive started with. So now, here I sit, it's midnight. I took half a sleeping pill in the hopes that I will be able to fall asleep again soon. I could really use some more sleep. Really and truly.

Crap On Toast

2008-01-19T22:23:00.001-05:00

Ten more days till jury duty. Oh, how I do not want to go. Why does it seem like some people never get called, whereas I'm summoned like clockwork, the dreaded document lurking in my mailbox four years and one day after the last time I served? Yeah, yeah, it's my civic duty, I should be honored to serve on a jury, I'd like smart people such as myself sitting in judgement of me if I pushed someone in front of an incoming G train, blah blah blah. It still doesn't make up for the fact I have to be at the courthouse at the ungodly hour of 8:30 AM and that the Kings County Court House sucks. The last time I was there I spent all of two minutes in the waiting room, where I had planned on alternately reading a book and knitting a scarf to while away the time before being called. I was then herded into the tiniest court room I'd ever seen (not that I've seen many, but the number of people they crammed in there must have been against some fire safety ordinance or other) where I was forced to sit pressed up against my fellow jurors-in-waiting. It was rush hour subway cramped and the sweltering atmosphere added to my sweaty discomfort and squelched any desire I might have to spend another minute, much less a week or two, in that room, despite my love of Law & Order and its slew of spin-offs.

I was called back the next day as a potential juror, but I managed to wrangle out of it by asking a few pertinent questions. Lawyers don't seem to like questions, especially when they're coming from articulate women whose native language is English. So I was sent back to the waiting room. Another group was called to serve, me not included. After they trudged off to certain doom, the guy in charge told us we could leave for the day AND not come back the next! What a coup. I hope this year's courthouse adventure will end as advantageously, but somehow I doubt it.

"To Serve Man"

2008-01-01T13:25:00.000-05:00

To me, New Year's Day seems like a pause in time, a twilight zone unto itself, which is probably why they always run a "Twilight Zone" marathon today. After a few hours of watching it, I feel totally unprepared to deal with reality. More unprepared than usual, that is. But it's either this or The Plantet of the Apes marathon I taped last night. Which dystopian view of the future would I rather celebrate at the dawning of the new year? I don't know. Maybe I should turn the damn tv off and go out for a walk.

Btw, Happy New Year. :^)

Day 358: It's Official!

2007-12-14T20:47:00.001-05:00

I am a crotchety seventy-eight year old hag in a thirty-something's body, who dresses like a tweenager and braids her hair into pigtails.

Today I yelled at a bunch of Brooklyn Tech High School students who packed themselves like veal onto the G train one stop before I had to get off. They were all yammering at the top of their lungs and acting generally annoying, as teenagers are known to do. I knew I was going to have to use force to extricate myself from the subway car, but I didn't think I'd have to use my charming personality as well. After politely shouting "Excuse me!" to the first kid who didn't notice me at all (sure, he towered eleven inches over me, but still, that's no reason to be totally oblivious to your fellow man,) I pushed my way out, shoving kids left and right, and climbing over their ridiculously heavy backpacks like a freakin' mountain goat. When I finally got free, I heard myself mutter -- quite loudly, I must admit -- "Fucking kids!"

As I scampered up the stairs I heard one of them comment on how tiny I was, and can you believe she shoved me out of the way!? Sorry kid, but desperate times call for desperate measures. I didn't want to end up in Queens before I could get the hell off.

Btw, how do you like my new hat? I made it yesterday.

Get Yer Kicks

2007-11-26T13:29:00.000-05:00

I love fall. I love the colors of the leaves, I love the crisp breeze. I love fianally being able to wear jeans and sweaters after a summer of sundresses. And I especially love my new sneakers. They're bright as gingko leaves and comfy as an old hoodie.

This photo is surprisingly popular on flickr -- who knows why. Shots that I think exquisitely beautiful get thirty-four hits and others are inexplicably faved and commented on for reasons unknown. People seem to like this one. Perhaps it's the vibrant fallen leaves. Maybe it's the clown-like quality of the shoes. Or it could just be that everyone is ready for fall. It's taken long enough for it to come this year.

I Have Only One Word for You.

2007-11-15T20:42:00.000-05:00

BACON!

Can't Sleep, Taking Tests

2007-10-17T00:36:00.000-05:00

Your Linguistic Profile:

50% General American English

35% Yankee

5% Dixie

5% Upper Midwestern

0% Midwestern

What Kind of American English Do You Speak?

The Movie Of Your Life Is A Cult Classic

Quirky, offbeat, and even a little campy - your life appeals to a select few.

But if someone's obsessed with you, look out! Your fans are downright freaky.

Your best movie matches: Office Space, Showgirls, The Big Lebowski

If Your Life Was a Movie, What Genre Would It Be?

What Your Halloween Habits Say About You

The scariest thing on Halloween is you! You definitely don't want any kids in costumes crossing your path - and you're willing to scare away any who do.

Sneaky and devious, people should really watch out for you. You are usually underestimated and forgotten.

Your inner child is stubborn and a bit bossy.

You fear people taking advantage for you. You are always worried about protecting your own interests.

You're logical, rational, and not easily effected. Not a lot scares you... especially when it comes to the paranormal.

You are unique, expressive, and a trendsetter. Your ideal Halloween costume is over the top and one of a kind.

What's Your Halloween Personality?

You Could Be a Vampire... If You Had To

Like most people, the thought of being a vampire has crossed your mind. But you're not sure if you'd do it, even if you could.

Living forever doesn't sound half bad, if you could live forever with the people you love the most.

But do vampires even love? And would the vampire version of you even be you?

It's all too much to contemplate. Luckily, the chances of you ever becoming a vampire are astronomically low.

What you would like best about being a vampire: Living forever

What you would like least about being a vampire: Blood stained teeth

Could You Be a Vampire?

Arty Kid

Whether you were a drama freak or an emo poet, you definitely were expressive and unique.

You're probably a little less weird these days - but even more talented!

Who Were You In High School?

You Are 100% NYC

Congratulations, you are truly a New Yorker. You've seen it all, and you're more than a little cynical.

How NYC Are You?

Your Theme Song is Comfortably Numb by Pink Floyd

"There is no pain, you are receding.

A distant ship�s smoke on the horizon.

You are only coming through in waves."

You haven't been feeling a lot lately, and you think that's a good thing.

The comfortable part is nice... but you should really work on numb.

What's Your Theme Song?

You Are a Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwich

You life your life in a free form, artistic style.

You are incredibly creative and at times, quite messy.

Deep down, you are a kid at heart. And you aren't afraid to express it.

Your best friend: The Grilled Cheese Sandwich

Your mortal enemy: The Club Sandwich

What Kind of Sandwich Are You?

Your Personality Is Like Acid

A bit wacky, you're very difficult to predict.

One moment you're in your own little happy universe...

And the next, you're on a bad trip to your own personal hell!

What Drug Is Your Personality Like?

New Toys

2007-05-22T23:30:00.000-05:00

The camera is still off at the shop. I hope I get it back (in proper working order) before we go to Kyle's nephew's wedding. I want to see how well I can take some wedding photos with a "real" camera. Not as well as a "real" photographer, but oh well.

I got some presents in the mail today. The kind of presents that come in a box with a crooked arrow smile, you know, the Amazon.com box. I got Corel Painter X and Adobe CS3. Such fun! I love new software. I have many happy hours of tinkering ahead of me. The new version of Painter bodes particularly well. It's a lot faster than it used to be and there are a bunch of new brushes. I know, I'm such a nerd.

Oh well.

I really need to go to sleep. Wish me luck. I'm gonna need it.

No Rest for the Weary

2007-05-21T00:59:00.001-05:00

Time: 1:38 AM.
Location: My home office.
Action: Sitting on my ass, watching Legally Blonde on TNT.

Clearly there is something terribly wrong with me. Not because I'm watching Legally Blonde, I love that movie, but because I'm wide awake. Annoyingly alert. Absolutely non-somnolent. I guess I shouldn't have taken that long afternoon nap, but who am I kidding? I would have been awake right now no matter what. Can't sleep. Uh uh, no how, no way.

Maybe I should read for a while. Perhaps I should do some work. Or I could have a nightcap. I've got an entire bottle of Ketel One and another of Absolute Rasberry. I'm just kidding about the nightcap. I'm not a drinker. It's weird for there to be any hard liquor in our house, but we had guests recently and they brought the Absolute and Kyle got the Ketel One. I'm thinking of making some Penne alla vodka. I've got the booze and the heavy cream on hand. I made Linguini Alfredo last night and it was excessively yummy, if I do say so myself.

Ugghhh...now it's 1:59...

Withdrawal

2007-05-19T23:19:00.000-05:00

Today is day three without my camera. I had to send it off to the Canon Service Center in New Jersey to have a little underexposure problem fixed. I feel absolutely lost without it, but at least my back hasn't been hurting from lugging it around. Tonight I've been posting old scanned college photos to flickr, mostly ones I scanned a while ago and then never cleaned up. Man, I look young in those photos. So fresh faced. Baby-like. Teeny tiny. It's weird to think I went off to college seventeen years ago. Which means, of course, my twenty year high school reunion is right around the corner. Insane. I didn't even go to the ten year reunion. I would have gone if any of my friends had, but they all live on the west coast and no one wanted to shell out that much travellin' money to go to a stupid reunion. Can't say I blame them.

Jeez, I want my camera back.

And I really wish I could fall asleep before 2 AM.

Write Off? Right On!

2007-05-19T18:29:00.001-05:00

It's upgrade time. Oh yeah. Why is it that every program I use for creating my wonderful freelance illustrations all get updated at the same exact time? Hmmm. I'm thinking conspiracy. Corel and Adobe are in cahoots to get me to drop yet even more money on their career-sustaining products. Oh sure, I could wait. Use the old versions. Maybe I'll just wait and upgrade the next time around. But I know I won't. I need the most current, the latest and the greatest. The best! So here I sit, contemplating my dwindling bank account, and drooling over the new natural media brushes in Painter and God-only-knows-what enhancements to Illustrator. Oh well. If I've said it once, I'll say it again: Thank God for tax write-offs.

Video Surprise

2007-05-03T10:13:00.000-05:00

I'm not real big on embedding You Tube videos, but this is too cool to miss.

Owwwie!

2007-05-03T10:03:00.000-05:00

So -- no reprieve on the limp this morning. I crouched down to put a pan away in a lower cabinet and I nearly couldn't stand up again. I think I'll skip the daily workout. I doubt I'll even walk all that far from my lumpy, uncomfortable desk chair today. Yay! Physical fitness!

Face It

2007-05-02T22:57:00.000-05:00

So I ended up getting a Lensbaby. Surprise, surprise. I've taken lots of sublimely blurry pictures recently. Actually, I've taken lots of pictures, period. I'm doing this thing called "365 Days" in which I take a self portrait every day for a year and upload it to the 365 Days Flickr group. I'm up to day 130. One hundred thirty days of me and (miraculously) I haven't missed a single one yet. I have, however, become absolutely sick of my face. Seriously. I don't always do a portrait, since the concept can be stretched to other body parts. When I'm really lazy I simply take a picture of my hand petting my cat or which socks I wore that day (although I might have to cool it with the socks because the foot fetishists are enjoying that waaay too much.) But back to my face. I really didn't think I would get so freaking sick it. I mean, I see it every day in the mirror. Doesn't bother me so much there. And I've always been keen on taking self portraits. After all, I'm my most readily available human model and I don't usually complain about endless re-takes. It's just really hard to come up with something different every day. And sometimes my hair looks like crap. And sometimes I don't feel like putting on lip gloss, but if I don't I look like a zombie because my lips are naturally the color of death (oh how goth.) And then there's my newly crooked nose. Stupid doorknob, why-oh-why did you have to get in my way? Sigh.

I'm back to exercising and today I did the video that alternates aerobics with strength training. I used three pound weights and now my legs hurt so bad. Muscles I didn't even know I had are singing in pain. I hope I'm able to walk with out a noticeable limp tomorrow. My greatest wish is that this time I will actually lose some weight before I injure myself. Maybe if I tone up I can take a picture of my entire body for a 365 portrait. What a novel idea. I have 235 days left to shape up.

Indecision

2007-04-13T15:06:00.001-05:00

I've been trying to figure out what to get with my birthday money. It's not enough to drop on a really good lens, but it's just the right amount to get something fun. I was vacillating between the Lensbaby 3G or the Fujifilm Finepix F31fd. I love my old F10 and it has served me well, but the lens is scratched. I don't use a point and shoot too much anyway, now that Kyle got me the XTi, but it's a good thing to have when I don't feel like lugging the Canon around. On the other hand, I love the look of the Lensbaby. I rented a Lensbaby 2.0 for two weeks and I got some good shots with it, but it's hard to focus. I heard the Lensbaby 3G is easier to handle and also easier on the hands. Focusing the 2.0 gave me major hand cramps. So after much consideration I think I'm going to go with the Lensbaby. Perhaps. I'm sure my Photostream will soon give you a clue as to which way I went.

Break Out The Candles!

2007-04-10T15:09:00.001-05:00

Happy Birthday to me, Happy Birthday to me, Happy Birthda -- ah, you know how it goes. Same old song and dance. The march of years, the approach old age. Yadda yadda.

So today I am thirty-five. Whoop-de-doo. I don't really know what that means. I don't feel thirty-five, whatever that is supposed to feel like. Maybe it's because I don't have adult concerns, such as children to raise, or adult worries, like the soaring price of gas. Who knows. One thing though, I'm glad I don't look any older than I did last year. Hooray for sunscreen!

Mmmmm

2007-04-04T13:46:00.000-05:00

Mr Mailman handed me my Tate's Bake Shop cookbook about a half hour ago and now I want to bake at least eight different things. Peanut Butter Bread! Banana Chocolate Chip Muffins! Sour Cream Pound Cake!! And I haven't even gotten to the cookie section.

Oh. My. God. Flourless Peanut Butter Chocolate Chunk Cookies. How sick does that sound? Uhhh...I'm getting fatter just thinking about it. Those chocolate chip cookies I baked the other night are almost gone, which is a sad and scary fact when you take into consideration there are only two of us here eating them. Good thing I did my old-lady exercise video today.