tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54603752471330260042024-03-13T12:30:35.152-04:00Sometimes PoliteMusings...mostly on my cat.moranfohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09784689619467257376noreply@blogger.comBlogger30125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460375247133026004.post-63187038334605268682012-11-26T23:06:00.000-05:002012-11-26T23:06:18.463-05:00DopplegangerI've been looking for ways to better myself recently, challenge myself outside of the office and get cultured. I was finally inspired by a doppleganger. No, not my doppleganger... my cat's.<br />
<br />
<br />
As I went about my day doing what I usually - falling into an internet cat black hole - I rediscovered the Clinton's cat, Socks. Lil Boo to Cat Island, to Cat lovers (lovers that are cats) and somehow to Socks - this image in particular.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://punditkitchen.files.wordpress.com/2008/03/nowantstovis128486939181562500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="250" src="http://punditkitchen.files.wordpress.com/2008/03/nowantstovis128486939181562500.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
Socks Clinton really had quite the presence and more importantly Rabbit is a dead ringer for Socks.We really missed out on all the dough to be made as a celebrity look-a-like. <br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;"> Rabbit Socks</span><br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bgxBVT0zfdc/ULQ5z9OTBJI/AAAAAAAAGG8/vEmCnUM23ZQ/s1600/IMG_3394.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bgxBVT0zfdc/ULQ5z9OTBJI/AAAAAAAAGG8/vEmCnUM23ZQ/s320/IMG_3394.jpg" width="239" /></a></div>
<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.obit-mag.com/media/image/socks.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.obit-mag.com/media/image/socks.gif" width="218" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">http://www.obit-mag.com/articles/nine-lives</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br /><a href="http://www.obit-mag.com/media/image/socks.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><br /></a><br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Since I couldn't get my cat his deserved fifteen minutes of fame, I was inspired by Socks to do something else, train my cat to sit on my shoulder. I don't think Ill look quite as endearingly authoritative as Bill here, but I'll at least be the most original pirate in the land.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.americanheritage1.com/assets/images/presidents/bill-clinton-favorite-cat-socks-photo-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="254" src="http://www.americanheritage1.com/assets/images/presidents/bill-clinton-favorite-cat-socks-photo-1.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #999999; font-size: xx-small;">http://www.americanheritage1.com/assets/images/presidents/bill-clinton-favorite-cat-socks-photo-1.jpg</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
So naturally, I started to Google how to train a cat to do this... the most interesting one made it look like a cat does this to poop in your ear and said you had to start young. So forget them. I think we can manage this by Easter.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
LOOK! Rabbit already has a natural curve.</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DzCMO_1zi00/ULQ5671JomI/AAAAAAAAGHM/9aoA-4E5ZH8/s1600/IMG_4075.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DzCMO_1zi00/ULQ5671JomI/AAAAAAAAGHM/9aoA-4E5ZH8/s320/IMG_4075.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />moranfohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09784689619467257376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460375247133026004.post-37959052006188814002012-04-23T21:56:00.001-04:002012-04-23T21:59:06.702-04:00Manicure ShmanicureSo, I am going to ease back into this, real gentle-like. Let's not talk about my Rabbit (the name of my cat) or the various apartment changes. And sadly, I am not starting again with a beautiful batch of cupcakes, but a few terrible redoes of some nail art.<br />
<br />
Living alone now I find it a lot easier to do things like finish bottles of wine by myself and spend 8 hours painting my nails. In an effort to reclaim some of my creativity, I wanted a little project. What with Pinterest and my addiction to <a href="http://hellogiggles.com/">hellogiggles.com</a> I feel like I see so many adorable ideas for manicures.<br />
<br />
Here are some of my faves:<br />
<br />
<div style="line-height: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px;">
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/97108935685426321/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://media-cache3.pinterest.com/upload/172825704419864919_ZJem3ljJ_c.jpg" width="167" /></a></div>
<a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/97108935685401405/" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://media-cache0.pinterest.com/upload/283304632779471401_zJ3Bab2u_c.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76838b; font-size: xx-small;"><br /></span><br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<div style="float: left; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">
<div style="color: #76838b; font-size: 10px;">
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
Source: <a href="http://www.tumblr.com/dashboard" style="color: #76838b; font-size: 10px; text-decoration: underline;">tumblr.com</a> via <a href="http://pinterest.com/moranfo/" style="color: #76838b; font-size: 10px; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank">Kerrianne</a> on <a href="http://pinterest.com/" style="color: #76838b; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank">Pinterest</a></div>
</div>
</div>
<div style="line-height: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px;">
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
</div>
</div>
<div style="float: left; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">
<div style="color: #76838b; font-size: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: right;">
Source: <a href="http://heynicenails.com/" style="color: #76838b; font-size: 10px; text-decoration: underline;">heynicenails.com</a> via <a href="http://pinterest.com/moranfo/" style="color: #76838b; font-size: 10px; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank">Kerrianne</a> on <a href="http://pinterest.com/" style="color: #76838b; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank">Pinterest</a></div>
</div>
<br />
<div style="text-align: right;">
<br /></div>
Or you can check them on my <a href="http://pinterest.com/moranfo/the-beauty/" target="_blank">"The Beauty" board on Pinterest</a><br />
<br />
<br />
When I was younger we would do outrageous nails, like for the 4th of July - american flags, fireworks - but this did not go as smoothly as I remembered. It looks like I have a palsy that resulted something more like nail farts than nail art. But pretty, colorful farts. At least round one. Round two looks like I casually swiped yellow on the tips of my nails. And when I say casual, I mean real casual, like I wasn't even looking. Just finished round three, which turned into a confused barbie that wants to glow in black light. Sometimes you have to let go of your dreams, you know. I can just accept one color of nail polish.<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
Take 1</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nsT8w9ZKD5E/T5YG3NXhIeI/AAAAAAAAFf4/EpXTVkXkGaE/s1600/photo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nsT8w9ZKD5E/T5YG3NXhIeI/AAAAAAAAFf4/EpXTVkXkGaE/s320/photo.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
Take 2</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4Zx2c2d8wxk/T5YG2QvnGBI/AAAAAAAAFfo/9cO1xUitdps/s1600/photo-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4Zx2c2d8wxk/T5YG2QvnGBI/AAAAAAAAFfo/9cO1xUitdps/s320/photo-1.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
Take 3</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-45tJcizf6Qc/T5YG29k0hAI/AAAAAAAAFfw/8p-hvizxfAU/s1600/photo-2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-45tJcizf6Qc/T5YG29k0hAI/AAAAAAAAFfw/8p-hvizxfAU/s320/photo-2.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />moranfohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09784689619467257376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460375247133026004.post-58443479261130501002011-04-03T12:28:00.000-04:002011-04-03T12:28:23.237-04:00Sunshine Cupcakes<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;">So, I made some cupcakes (shocker) to inspire mother nature to give me some Spring. I am really tired of wearing my drab, gray wool peacoat to work, which I have had since 8th grade. So I made funfetti cupcakes, which is fool proof and popular and switched it with the frosting. I used white chocolate that I colored - inspired by my sister and my new favorite treat, Starbuck's cake pops. I brought these cheerful cupcakes to bowling - where they were almost completely devoured, and to work. They were a big hit and a pal at work said if I had a hippie name it would be Sunshine Cupcakes.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span></span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qvt0Sy4BikM/TZie11BjM0I/AAAAAAAAEWI/43jm_avOhF4/s1600/IMAG0318.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="190" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qvt0Sy4BikM/TZie11BjM0I/AAAAAAAAEWI/43jm_avOhF4/s320/IMAG0318.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HBmZwcqutj8/TZie2XXCgsI/AAAAAAAAEWQ/cRYLvy8X_IU/s1600/IMAG0320.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HBmZwcqutj8/TZie2XXCgsI/AAAAAAAAEWQ/cRYLvy8X_IU/s320/IMAG0320.jpg" width="255" /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a1OnqlQcegw/TZie2LP6jgI/AAAAAAAAEWM/yiPPAF1RlTY/s1600/IMAG0319.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a1OnqlQcegw/TZie2LP6jgI/AAAAAAAAEWM/yiPPAF1RlTY/s320/IMAG0319.jpg" width="243" /></a> </div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FMs4k4jTLyI/TZie2hWbEEI/AAAAAAAAEWU/fAqNWfHhmRA/s1600/IMAG0321.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="264" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FMs4k4jTLyI/TZie2hWbEEI/AAAAAAAAEWU/fAqNWfHhmRA/s320/IMAG0321.jpg" width="320" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s_9UpNTWby8/TZie2wOIZLI/AAAAAAAAEWY/PIb3y24TGSk/s1600/IMAG0322.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s_9UpNTWby8/TZie2wOIZLI/AAAAAAAAEWY/PIb3y24TGSk/s320/IMAG0322.jpg" width="190" /></a></div><br />
<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span></span>moranfohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09784689619467257376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460375247133026004.post-24340496408215377892011-03-27T14:11:00.000-04:002011-03-27T14:11:15.157-04:00Dino Cake<!--StartFragment--> <br />
<div class="MsoNormal">Apologies for the hiatus – this lazy beach girl is adjusting to the 9-5 work life.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">The week before I started work I made an amazing cake. I know what you thinking, ‘But, Kerrianne, you always make amazing cakes!’, well this ones was double amazing for a few reasons:</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">1. Blue inside.</div><div class="MsoNormal">2. Size innovation (made it smaller for 2 people).</div><div class="MsoNormal">3. Reference to all the dinosaurs dying (a.k.a. dinopocalypse).</div><div class="MsoNormal">4. Successful representation of a deadly meteor.</div><div class="MsoNormal">5. I made watermelon martinis with actual watermelon puree.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-feTL2iIuiwc/TY98WTL5VhI/AAAAAAAAEVA/j4FVijXBpYw/s1600/IMG00569-20110302-2041.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-feTL2iIuiwc/TY98WTL5VhI/AAAAAAAAEVA/j4FVijXBpYw/s200/IMG00569-20110302-2041.jpg" width="200" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ndU-ntedzU4/TY98YuSsfQI/AAAAAAAAEVE/AczW7L9vdGI/s1600/IMG00572-20110302-2054.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ndU-ntedzU4/TY98YuSsfQI/AAAAAAAAEVE/AczW7L9vdGI/s200/IMG00572-20110302-2054.jpg" width="200" /></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ue4iXytQ3AM/TY98aBz-_0I/AAAAAAAAEVI/CEQgdrJhDnI/s1600/IMG00574-20110302-2055.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ue4iXytQ3AM/TY98aBz-_0I/AAAAAAAAEVI/CEQgdrJhDnI/s200/IMG00574-20110302-2055.jpg" width="150" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">It was a pretty hard idea to come up with, especially since the gentleman it was for had zero opinion and interests that are hard to put on a cake (comic books, the office, indie bands, flannel shirts – i.e. hipster interests). I was close to doing flannel, but it just isn’t my style. Here is the gloriousness of the dino cake which now graces the home screen of his phone. PS It has also been added into the 'I make stuff' cake album.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JJrAzgy061E/TY970qQdMEI/AAAAAAAAEU8/sQ34deaVJr4/s1600/photo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JJrAzgy061E/TY970qQdMEI/AAAAAAAAEU8/sQ34deaVJr4/s400/photo.JPG" width="395" /></a></div><br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><!--EndFragment--> <br />
<div><br />
</div>moranfohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09784689619467257376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460375247133026004.post-44560363495271721002011-03-03T10:23:00.000-05:002011-03-03T10:23:48.153-05:00Boca It is my first day back in the real world, and by real world I mean I am sitting on the couch at 11 AM watching television. My sister and I spent the past five days at <a href="http://www.waldorfastoria.com/search/property-details.cfm?intPropertyId=31&WT.srch=1&008=&004=984999718&005=13305782098&006=3095705458&007=Search&merch_urlid=65443267&002=2151979">Boca Raton Resort</a> (i.e. The Waldorf something-or-other).<br />
<div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-aUnPNuLrobI/TW-lxJRjeeI/AAAAAAAAERU/IemOQcKcfaE/s1600/DSC_0816.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-aUnPNuLrobI/TW-lxJRjeeI/AAAAAAAAERU/IemOQcKcfaE/s320/DSC_0816.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-LOh_RDADHJI/TW-lxdfJ4EI/AAAAAAAAERY/0N-DWVGbZL0/s1600/DSC_0822.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-LOh_RDADHJI/TW-lxdfJ4EI/AAAAAAAAERY/0N-DWVGbZL0/s320/DSC_0822.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-rcxnOICdTnw/TW-l6YghadI/AAAAAAAAESA/MWuHtgaVN9w/s1600/IMG00508-20110225-1610.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-rcxnOICdTnw/TW-l6YghadI/AAAAAAAAESA/MWuHtgaVN9w/s200/IMG00508-20110225-1610.jpg" width="200" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Alberto!</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div class="MsoNormal">The hotel was <i>very</i> nice, obviously-I mean, it is a Waldorf. Unfortunately with a name like, I had a lot of expectations. Our room was great—as in great location, with a beautiful view. The room was definitely in the best building, I mean, hello…JAY LENO was staying in the tower too. Our huge, beautiful view had the entire property the ocean, the waterway, and all the manatees in between—literally, manatee sightings. When we were at the pool, people probably thought we were incredibly pensive, back to the pool, looking out on the waterway. But no, we were just looking for manatees, or our favorite lizard, Alberto.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-GRPQwPBpUo4/TW-l7R4RgLI/AAAAAAAAESE/K7ct2UO_gQk/s1600/IMG00514-20110227-0901.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-GRPQwPBpUo4/TW-l7R4RgLI/AAAAAAAAESE/K7ct2UO_gQk/s320/IMG00514-20110227-0901.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">See that guy in the navy suit? It's Mr. Leno</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div class="MsoNormal">We sat in the same area of the pool everyday, despite almost getting into brawl on Day #2, he result of some of her entitlement issues (probably the only drawback to the hotel, the guest attitudes at times). We split every meal at pool, and got no crap for it. Apparently, we really can do whatever you want at a Waldorf. Our theory was they would never say no, they just might suggest an alternate way to do it – i.e. “ I would like to hire an assassin”, “Well, ma’am, we don’t offer that service but I do respect your wishes. Could I propose toothpaste on the seat prank to save you legal expenses?” Jen and I eventually adapted and were able to take advantage of this; I even sent my breakfast sausage back because it was cold. HOW EMPOWERING! But, really, I used to always make Jen do that stuff, but I guess if your paying for that kind of service, you should take advantage of it. (We were using Hilton points, but no one had to know that). </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Along with lacking the sense of entitlement other guests had, we also lacked the wealth, but saved loads more money by bringing our own snacks. LOTS OF SNACKS. The white, stretch limo that picked us up (yeah, I said limo) brought us to the grocery store and liquor store on the way to the hotel. Quite a site, pulling up to a Publix in a limo, and walking out with Cheez-Its and beer. Pure class.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">If only we’d had our celebrity sighting when we were in our limo. We saw Michael Lohan. That was more Jen…</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">“That guys just really stared at us. He looks so much like Mike Cogan”.</div><span style="font-family: Cambria; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Cambria; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">“Yeah...what does Mike Cogan look like?”-That’s how far from my head Michael Lohan is. Finally, I figured out who she was talking about, but of course I didn’t believe her, so I decided to prove her wrong, and shouted “LOHAN”, and that man whipped his head around, so I hid under a towel for a half hour. I believed Jen the next three times she saw a celebrity. She saw <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Donny_Deutsch">Donny Deutsch</a>, who I still don’t know.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The best ones were Marimoto, the Iron Chef, and Jay Leno, who actually smiled at Jen when he walked by during breakfast. We ate Marimoto's restaurant there the night before he came ...<i>of course</i>... but the food was delicious. I had spicy shrimp tempura roll and a ginger mango drink. It was awesome, they made the drink with Canton, which I have tried since I worked at a liquor store but never splurged on buying it - it is delicious. Did I say it was delicious yet?</span><!--EndFragment--><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Kr65U6vR2j4/TW-lpiI3QrI/AAAAAAAAERM/Z61-ADWqpMc/s1600/180459_753431854377_1619171_41597278_1674176_s.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Kr65U6vR2j4/TW-lpiI3QrI/AAAAAAAAERM/Z61-ADWqpMc/s1600/180459_753431854377_1619171_41597278_1674176_s.jpg" /></a><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-EKZvWTdn2xs/TW-lxoWOjeI/AAAAAAAAERc/OomBLGZ5FWc/s1600/DSC_0936.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-EKZvWTdn2xs/TW-lxoWOjeI/AAAAAAAAERc/OomBLGZ5FWc/s320/DSC_0936.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Cambria;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Cambria; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Cambria; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">A close second to that meal, was our spa day. We went when it open so we could use the services all day, for me that meant everything: eating the free food, steam room, sauna, inhalation room (no drugs just eucalyptus), and the pool. In the hallway to the door to go out to the pool there was a little table with fresh fruit, lemon and mint water, cucumbers, and cold face clothes. After sitting at the pool and drinking fresh iced tea all day we went in and showered before our ritual bath, and waited in the lounge area (that might have been nicer than our room). </span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-lOfQskQm4I0/TW-vVHiBNXI/AAAAAAAAESU/exPkH4VHT0Y/s1600/br1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="135" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-lOfQskQm4I0/TW-vVHiBNXI/AAAAAAAAESU/exPkH4VHT0Y/s320/br1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-P-QxAU9kknQ/TW-l-RMagoI/AAAAAAAAESI/QRF7uypc7dI/s1600/P1010457m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-P-QxAU9kknQ/TW-l-RMagoI/AAAAAAAAESI/QRF7uypc7dI/s200/P1010457m.jpg" width="149" /></a><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-39enpCsYu3o/TW-l-6fHVGI/AAAAAAAAESM/Aw9hNInDWWs/s1600/P1010459m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-39enpCsYu3o/TW-l-6fHVGI/AAAAAAAAESM/Aw9hNInDWWs/s200/P1010459m.jpg" width="149" /></a><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-N4E_Ku37EMA/TW-l_DoczVI/AAAAAAAAESQ/hb3-SsvGJVE/s1600/P1010460m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-N4E_Ku37EMA/TW-l_DoczVI/AAAAAAAAESQ/hb3-SsvGJVE/s200/P1010460m.jpg" width="149" /></a></div><br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-0SiCbq-fmwI/TW-wmO3wymI/AAAAAAAAESc/YkAllhTdfXU/s1600/H5WDNHI2m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="234" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-0SiCbq-fmwI/TW-wmO3wymI/AAAAAAAAESc/YkAllhTdfXU/s320/H5WDNHI2m.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Cambria; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Cambria; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">The treatment started with the steam room, our 'facilitator' took our robes-so yes, we were standing naked in the middle of the hallway-and gave us a cold glass of water and sent us in. The we went to a personal tub, full of bubbles, where we had a cactus face mask, exfoliant, and a yummy little dish of grapefruit sorbet. The next two treatment where like medieval torture methods. I climbed into what look like a well, and had my butt massaged by jets - then she pushed the DELUGE button. Just that word, I have only ever used that for overwhelming quantities of things - like insults or booze. So I felt like I was a protester in the 60s with a fire hose on my back, it certainly loosened my muscles. Next was the Swiss shower, AKA nipple eraser, AKA hell. You stand in a closed chamber with little jets of water that spray <i>really, really, really </i>hard. Its like being sand blasted, and I warn you to cover your sensitive parts if you want to keep them intact. It was especially challenging since I'm short, probably four inches too short-so I also got blasted in the face. No breathing for me. What made it worse was that I couldn't see, but the lady specifically told to press the jet button not the deluge button to stop it - and I couldn't find it. Finally, I escaped and got to go into a big group jacuzzi, just like in Rome (hence 'Ritual Bath'). All in all an exhausting luxurious day. </span><br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-gjqG14farLc/TW-lwze8yyI/AAAAAAAAERQ/f5yzjumO8RQ/s1600/DSC_0811.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-gjqG14farLc/TW-lwze8yyI/AAAAAAAAERQ/f5yzjumO8RQ/s320/DSC_0811.jpg" width="214" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pretty flower from our room service</td></tr>
</tbody></table><span style="font-family: Cambria; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Cambria; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><br />
</span>moranfohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09784689619467257376noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460375247133026004.post-2381774671864752212011-02-23T14:31:00.000-05:002011-02-23T14:31:52.145-05:00Off to Boca Raton<!--StartFragment--> <br />
<div class="MsoNormal">Right now, as we speak (ermmm type) I am on my way to NYC on the <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Amtrak Acela</b>. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Have I ever mentioned how amazing it is? Especially in first class…just look at this meal. Also, when you have ridden this route enough you know which side to side on for the ocean views. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kQyzdg4riSU/TWVdmbdOJvI/AAAAAAAAD6c/ui91pgY3nbg/s1600/IMG00486-20110223-1248.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kQyzdg4riSU/TWVdmbdOJvI/AAAAAAAAD6c/ui91pgY3nbg/s320/IMG00486-20110223-1248.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uqCTJY3oM8Y/TWVd3bMwY2I/AAAAAAAAD6g/t7_mYm8tmLQ/s1600/IMG00487-20110223-1324.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uqCTJY3oM8Y/TWVd3bMwY2I/AAAAAAAAD6g/t7_mYm8tmLQ/s320/IMG00487-20110223-1324.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">It is just the beginning of my I-got-a-job-and-soon-I-will-work-too-much trip. I am taking the train to New York and leaving with my sister<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"> (<a href="http://bit.ly/fx8hVH">read her Florida post here</a>)<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"> </i></b>tomorrow morning at 6:45. YIKES. That is an early-ass plane, but that way we’ll be on the beach by Noon, with a margarita by 12:15. The reason I am leaving from NYC, instead of just meeting her there, is that <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Spirit Air</b> had incredibly cheap flights <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">and </i>a coupon. Spirit Air brings me back to traveling on cheap airlines in Europe, where there are no assigned seats, it is every man for himself, and they gouge you for everything else—including a carry on and likely charge for oxygen. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was going to bring cupcakes to celebrate her blogiversary, but I figured I would be charged, or other starving passengers would steal them. The irony here is that we are staying a <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><a href="http://bit.ly/hkzjGO">Waldorf Astoria</a> </b>where arriving by yacht is one of the options after directions from the airport. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>While being in Boca is preferable to being extremely untrendy in South Beach (I mean, have you seen the trip t-shirts I make for us?), we probably won’t be able to afford a drink at this hotel, and you can assume we will be stealing purse size foodstuffs from breakfast. We might be cheap and wear black, stretchy clothing too much, but we are certainly resourceful.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Just a quick aside—this attendant has a heavy hand when it come to pouring the wine.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">That sister I mentioned earlier is a true gem, this trip—especially the amazing hotel part—wouldn’t be possible without her, or at least her Hilton points. She planned the whole thing, though I will take some credit for pushing FLA over Vegas or Napa. The goal ultimately was somewhere warm and relaxing, she needs a break from work and I need to celebrate the last few weeks of my freedom before work.</div><div class="MsoNormal">This trip comes in handy as it knocks off one of my to-dos and wanting to take full advantage of these couple of weeks, I made a list: </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Cambria; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">1.<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span>Get Jen lunch (She was hungry—we both struggle with rational thoughts when we are hungry)</div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Cambria; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">2.<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span>Go to a show (concert) in Boston</div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Cambria; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">3.<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><s>Go on a celebratory trip.</s> This gets checked off and switched to Get a six-pack by Thursday - which, I was already unsuccesful at, unless there is a miracle tonight.</div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Cambria; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">4.<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span>Complete a<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"> </b><a href="http://amzn.to/eODfi8">Paint-by-number</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RORup47CWdA/TWVddciFb2I/AAAAAAAAD6I/UUlJwALmiSQ/s1600/51Ty1hZCWRL._SL500_AA300_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RORup47CWdA/TWVddciFb2I/AAAAAAAAD6I/UUlJwALmiSQ/s200/51Ty1hZCWRL._SL500_AA300_.jpg" width="200" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I already finished this one</td></tr>
</tbody></table><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xq8yOEb2CnM/TWVdewrZYAI/AAAAAAAAD6Q/Laf8QyEoDsY/s1600/4197oSEtkAL._SL500_AA300_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xq8yOEb2CnM/TWVdewrZYAI/AAAAAAAAD6Q/Laf8QyEoDsY/s200/4197oSEtkAL._SL500_AA300_.jpg" width="200" /></a><br />
<div><br />
</div><div><br />
</div><div><br />
</div><div>5.<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span>Do a free hand painting</div><br />
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Cambria; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">6.<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span>Learn a song on the guitar</div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Cambria; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">7.<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span>Change my sheets (that one is courtesy of my sister)</div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Cambria; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">8.<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span>Clean my room</div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Cambria; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">9.<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span>Find a nice blazer – like the one’s J. Crew seems to have that you can fold the sleeves up a bit</div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Cambria; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">10.<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span>Go to NYC</div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Cambria; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">11.<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span>Go to an art museum</div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Cambria; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">12.<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span>Make a nice dessert (other than cake and cupcakes)</div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gpyZ0nUzp4U/TWVgQ1cdvhI/AAAAAAAAD6o/tBHpFaeDYsU/s1600/51z9BjXwxGL._BO2%252C204%252C203%252C200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click%252CTopRight%252C35%252C-76_AA300_SH20_OU01_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gpyZ0nUzp4U/TWVgQ1cdvhI/AAAAAAAAD6o/tBHpFaeDYsU/s1600/51z9BjXwxGL._BO2%252C204%252C203%252C200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click%252CTopRight%252C35%252C-76_AA300_SH20_OU01_.jpg" /></a><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Cambria; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">13.<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span>Make a cat t-shirt</div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Cambria; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">14.<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span>Take Gladys (the cat) into a store wearing a dress</div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Cambria; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">15.<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span>Read a book: I just started reading <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><a href="http://amzn.to/fzOI08">Let the Great World Spin</a></i></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Cambria; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">16.<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></b>Finish/Start a knitting project</div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Cambria; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">17.<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span>Find a work purse</div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Cambria; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">18.<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span>Find some good loafers</div><!--EndFragment-->moranfohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09784689619467257376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460375247133026004.post-39575919395510147342011-02-21T12:57:00.000-05:002011-02-21T12:57:10.604-05:00Red Velvet Valentines<!--StartFragment--> <br />
<div class="MsoNormal">Valentines day was wonderful…any excuse for me to decorate cupcakes or cake is a good day in my book. I went all out since I could decorate them however I wanted. Now that I know my full potential I decided to invest in some extra decorations, but I literally had no idea where to get them – so, I obviously turned to <a href="http://amzn.to/hM4ozY">Amazon</a>.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lq6bZwh4AVY/TWKdS2UZCII/AAAAAAAAD1Y/XOS2ZTs3gK0/s1600/DSC_0690.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lq6bZwh4AVY/TWKdS2UZCII/AAAAAAAAD1Y/XOS2ZTs3gK0/s320/DSC_0690.JPG" width="214" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal">First of all, fancy decoration can be pricey, but they are very neat. I wound up with some metallic silver and pink heart sprinkle (more like the consistency of sequins though) and light pink metallic food paint. The paint can apparently be airbrushed, but I really didn’t want to get that involved. SO I used it to mix with some white frosting <span style="color: #041129;">and brushed it on top after it had hardened a bit. I also used it on my </span><span style="color: #041129; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">pièce de</span><span style="color: #041129; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;"> résistance, the white chocolate hearts.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8eDkv7pVQQ4/TWKdU6gEpaI/AAAAAAAAD1w/OVkoFJrNMtE/s1600/DSC_0696.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8eDkv7pVQQ4/TWKdU6gEpaI/AAAAAAAAD1w/OVkoFJrNMtE/s320/DSC_0696.JPG" width="320" /></a><span style="color: #041129; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;">I got this idea after watching my sister make some <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nonpareils">nonpareils</a>. First of all you have to work quickly – they aren’t lying when they say chocolate is hard to work with, especially white chocolate. We got our method of dispensing the chocolate from our friend’s blog, <a href="http://bit.ly/fTJQW7">Rachel Passing Notes</a>. Basically used regular white chocolate chips and a little shortening, melted them at intervals of 30s at a medium power and them somehow got it into Ziploc baggies that we snipped on of the corners off of. Homemade piping!!! Luckily, I had watched my talented sister fail, so I was prepared for chocolate piping speed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I made some purple and pink hearts simply by adding some food coloring to the chocolate before I put it in the baggie. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-72zz2aajD48/TWKdq7oWF-I/AAAAAAAAD20/e7TWyTlK68Y/s1600/product-box-moist-deluxe-red-velvet-cake-mix.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-72zz2aajD48/TWKdq7oWF-I/AAAAAAAAD20/e7TWyTlK68Y/s1600/product-box-moist-deluxe-red-velvet-cake-mix.jpg" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><span style="color: #041129; font-family: Cambria; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Cambria; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">The first round wasn’t quite as successful, I tried to cut the white chocolate with a cookie cutter, but it was pretty heard to get it at the right consistency, that’s when I just straight-up piped the hearts, and they turned out a little kitschy, but perfect. I admit, this time I used a boxed red velvet mix. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #041129; font-family: Cambria; font-size: 16px;">The Duncan Hines actually yields more than the regular box, so I got A LOT of cupcakes. For the baby cupcakes I used some frosting left over from another cake, that turned out to fade in the sun – actually looked better. But the end result was AMAZING, if I do say so myself.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #041129; font-family: Cambria; font-size: 16px;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #041129; font-family: Cambria;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #041129; font-family: Cambria; font-size: 16px;">I would say my best delivery was to my beautiful sister. She had an early train on Monday so I left her treat where (I hoped) she wouldn't miss it.</span><br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BEPjz8vzLKg/TWKfo5mJTsI/AAAAAAAAD24/NBPEwfgbO1o/s1600/IMG00419-20110214-0016.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BEPjz8vzLKg/TWKfo5mJTsI/AAAAAAAAD24/NBPEwfgbO1o/s320/IMG00419-20110214-0016.jpg" width="240" /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iuYhvvSt7-o/TWKfpgAF3qI/AAAAAAAAD28/hvwRuSqDMtc/s1600/IMG00421-20110214-0017.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iuYhvvSt7-o/TWKfpgAF3qI/AAAAAAAAD28/hvwRuSqDMtc/s320/IMG00421-20110214-0017.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #041129; font-family: Cambria; font-size: 16px;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #041129; font-family: Cambria; font-size: 16px;">And here is a sweet (both meanings) slideshow of my cupcakes. Lucky for you I edited it down from 52. Imagine how many photos there will be when I have children.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #041129; font-family: Cambria; font-size: 16px;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #041129; font-family: Cambria;"><embed flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&hl=en_US&feat=flashalbum&RGB=0x000000&feed=https%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2FKerrianne.Foley%2Falbumid%2F5576190953938964913%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26authkey%3DGv1sRgCJTBw82psvjxgwE%26hl%3Den_US" height="400" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="https://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="600"></embed></span>moranfohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09784689619467257376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460375247133026004.post-41171384855199715162011-02-20T15:41:00.000-05:002011-02-20T15:41:13.275-05:00Last Day at the Likkah Stoah<!--StartFragment--> <br />
<div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>It has happened, nine months after I graduated from college….</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I got a job! Did you expect me to say baby? Well, luckily it wasn’t, even though that last week is a bit hazy. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My surprised me with<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>an awesome (and fitting) mug to put on my desk.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vt8r5RMOC5o/TWF75luSQXI/AAAAAAAADyw/TCgAYqim6Lo/s1600/IMG00468-20110220-1532.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vt8r5RMOC5o/TWF75luSQXI/AAAAAAAADyw/TCgAYqim6Lo/s320/IMG00468-20110220-1532.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I got an awesome job at an awesome company doing awesome things, it’s gonna be <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">awesome. </i>I gave my two weeks notice to the liquor store, the art center, and the gallery. Yes, three jobs, I tend to overbook myself.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If you haven’t been to <a href="http://www.gallerynaga.com/">Gallery NAGA</a>, on Newbury Street, you should. Not only has it been one of the best jobs, but also it is a great gallery run by great people. Right now there is an awesome show of <a href="http://www.vanderwarker.com/">Peter Vanderwarker’s</a> work. I digress…</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Tuesday was my last day at the liquor store, after working there since my senior year of high school.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Working there really is like working with your family, in part because my best friend’s (<a href="http://liztibbetts.blogspot.com/2010/02/better-days.html">go here to see her awesome photography</a>) family owns the business. Like any small town business you have your regulars, and your characters that come in (often the same people). My <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">favorite</i> customer, Pete, is a 40 year-old (so he says) mechanic who lives with his elderly parents. He’s one of those people who has lived hard, as in really appreciated the drugs in the 70s (and 80s and 90s probably). He loves NASCAR and all racing, he loves rock n’ roll, he loves questionable jokes and I love him. I probably wouldn’t have loved him if I knew him in his rough and tumble days. Aside from Pete, I get to make fancy designs on the whiteboard when we have wine tastings…oh, and participate in the wine tastings. But, as I worked from 8:45 to 5 (and alone until 2) I thought of some things I wouldn’t miss. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Cambria; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">1.<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></span>When people say “that was a good year” if the total is $19 and change</div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Cambria; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">2.<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span>When people give me bizarre change in order to get $1.05 back…and they do it after they already gave me a twenty.</div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Cambria; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">3.<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span>People who walk in and say “I can’t find the….”, without even looking.</div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Cambria; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">4.<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span>Doing bottle returns, especially when they are moldy Coronas with limes from the boaters.</div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Cambria; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">5.<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span>Pervy older men…I don’t think I need to elaborate on that.</div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Cambria; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">6.<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span>Dusting…so much dusting</div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Cambria; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">7.<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span>We have Greek olive oil and sell it in refillable bottles. People try and fill them up to the brim…then they overflow…right at closing time.</div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Cambria; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">8.<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span>People that do loads of lottery, and have extremely complicated directions: ‘back it up’, ‘across the board’, ‘three of this two of those, this game on separate tickets, these repeated 6,782 times”</div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Cambria; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">9.<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></span>The dinging sound of the door, I think I’ll continue to get angry whenever I hear that ‘ding-dong’ for years to come.</div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Cambria; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">10. <span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span>Children running around the store.</div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Cambria; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">11. </span></span>Fighting with customers, I might not be the most patient person in retail.</div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Cambria; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">12.</span></span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>People who insist their wine will break if it clanks in the bag and they need 45 bags between each bottle.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I will miss a job where my sister can surprise me with a visit from my cat…my classy, dress-wearing cat.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eG5EH0PfxSo/TWF6DrT2UII/AAAAAAAADyo/GhEmMYjnoRE/s1600/IMG00314-20110213-1455.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eG5EH0PfxSo/TWF6DrT2UII/AAAAAAAADyo/GhEmMYjnoRE/s320/IMG00314-20110213-1455.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wyv69m44wD4/TWF6EXg8tEI/AAAAAAAADys/V9j8ODpPU7I/s1600/IMG00317-20110213-1507.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wyv69m44wD4/TWF6EXg8tEI/AAAAAAAADys/V9j8ODpPU7I/s320/IMG00317-20110213-1507.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><!--EndFragment-->moranfohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09784689619467257376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460375247133026004.post-81287121130882746782011-02-05T12:10:00.001-05:002011-02-21T00:08:02.041-05:00Mmmm, cake!Who doesn’t love cake? I actually prefer to bake them, as you’ll see. A Foley Family tradition was started this year – no more buying cakes. First all, you saves loads of money, but there is also something about homemade cakes – even if they are made with funfetti. This new tradition is right up my alley, I love putting things together (i.e. legos) and crafts, this brings together both ‘brains’ so to speak. <br />
<br />
<a href="http://razzball.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/beef1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="184" src="http://razzball.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/beef1.jpg" width="200" /></a>It started with my sister, who seems to love rubbing my mother the wrong way. Jen wanted a funfetti cake for her birthday, I was more than happy to oblige. My mother on the other hand NEEDS to buy cakes from White’s Bakery and we have to have a special dinner, but the special dinner has to be on her terms. I distinctly remember asking for Dinty Moore Beef Stew (if you don’t like it, go jump off a cliff) and she refused, because it wasn’t ‘nice’ enough. Karma is a bitch though, because she made American chop suey and as I was putting it on the table, the plate went where it was supposed to, but the suey went on the wall. Inertia is a funny thing. <br />
<a href="http://mai-mag.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/pillsbury_funfetti.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="275" src="http://mai-mag.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/pillsbury_funfetti.jpg" width="190" /></a><br />
<br />
Anyway, back to cake. It was my mom’s birthday this week and my<br />
sister and I decided to compromise – we wouldn’t force her to have Funfetti, but she wasn’t allowed to have a store bought cake. So I made red velvet her favorite, and my first cake from scratch (aside from angel food cake). It was beautiful…and really, it isn’t so fancy, just loads of food coloring and bit of cocoa powder. I struggled a bit with the design for this, because I just had to trump my last big cake for my brother’s birthday. Jake’s cake had his favorite stuffed penguin on it, definitely a challenge. I love flowers and all, but I needed to open up my repertoire and I like to have each cake specific to the birthday boy or girl. My dad’s was perfect; you’ll see it in the slide show below.<br />
<br />
Mom’s cake ended up being lime green frosting, nice and funky with the red velvet, with a camera. My mom loves photography, but it took me quite a while to get that shit on the cake. The end result was really masterpiece; I just sent a picture to the Louvre. <br />
<br />
<embed flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&hl=en_US&feat=flashalbum&RGB=0x000000&feed=https%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2FKerrianne.Foley%2Falbumid%2F5570230114843910465%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26hl%3Den_US" height="400" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="https://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="600"></embed>moranfohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09784689619467257376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460375247133026004.post-9419810440728806782011-01-28T09:12:00.000-05:002011-01-28T09:12:51.733-05:00So, it's been snowing a lotPraise the lord for New England weather. I compiled some of my favorite pictures I've taken from the past storms. I also re-posted the video I made from the first ripper that put my town on television with fires and floading (the only exciting thing that has happened here). I am heading up to Burlington, VT this weekend to visit friends from home that go to school at Champlaine and UVM. I hear its cold up there, so I'll have to actually wear even less attractive winter clothing than in that video. I'm sure Ill have more videos/photos of nasty, snowy, cold weather...and hopefully some good stories. TGIF<br />
<br />
<br />
<embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="600" height="400" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&hl=en_US&feat=flashalbum&RGB=0x000000&feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2FKerrianne.Foley%2Falbumid%2F5566908636596059169%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26hl%3Den_US" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed><br />
<br />
<iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/7WEdb2bKShM" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen></iframe>moranfohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09784689619467257376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460375247133026004.post-81451355484477927312011-01-27T12:29:00.000-05:002011-01-27T12:29:29.430-05:00Breeding Brilliant<!--StartFragment--> <br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: 16.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Times;">So, what do I love to watch after YouTube videos of cats? YouTube videos of babies...or atleast small children doing stupid and/or adorable things. Here is something I came across today:<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: 16.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Times;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="youtube-player" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/0REJ-lCGiKU" title="YouTube video player" type="text/html" width="640"></iframe><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: 16.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Times;">Now, I think all people dream of being brilliant, or at least breeding brilliant. I am not one of those people. If I ever had a child who wanted to listen to this much classical music (I can appreciate it in small doses) I would say <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: 16.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Times;">“[Instert name here], no. Can’t you listen to some Justin Beiber or Eminem, for CHRISSAKE I am bored”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: 16.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Times;">I also wouldn’t be able to keep up with the kid, aside from being bored by his boring interests, I already struggle when people do dumb crap like giving you 26 cents so they can get $1.05 back. And don’t get me started on helping my little brother with division – those schools and their damn special methods – who divides fractions anyway? My resistance to this may have to do with my challenges tipping waiters. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: 16.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Times;">I want my kids to excel and me amazingly cute geniuses, really I do. But, don’t you run out of things to accomplish? Doesn’t your brain get tired? I was blessed with academic skating skills, as in I could skate through semesters not doing excessive work and get B’s and B+ (how do you plural this) and even an A here and there if it was a subject I liked. My personal favorite was when I was going to end up with a C, which is unacceptable in my house, and I would manage to get it up to an A by the time the report card came out. Keep in mind; I was also president of about every club possible in high school. I am no slacker; I just don’t want to invest my time in things that aren’t worthwhile to me. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: 16.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Times;">When I have kids, I hope they have my selective work ethic and I plan on training them to do things like paint my nails, and imitate dinosaurs, along with things like the video below that will make them YouTube sensations – aided by the strange names I will give them so they will be celebrities and entertain me up for life. Either that, or I’ll channel Ellen and scare the crap out of them while filming.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: 16.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Times;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="youtube-player" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-pLSj9kXAzc" title="YouTube video player" type="text/html" width="480"></iframe><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="youtube-player" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/W-qJaow1Kf0" title="YouTube video player" type="text/html" width="480"></iframe></div><!--EndFragment-->moranfohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09784689619467257376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460375247133026004.post-81039566558335508932011-01-26T13:39:00.000-05:002011-01-26T13:39:26.991-05:00Cheering Up Jen<!--StartFragment--> <br />
<div class="MsoNormal">My sister and I both need cheering up right now. My big boy Abner the Cat went to cat heaven on Saturday. I don’t think I have written about him much, but I do think its clear I’m a premature cat lady and he was my buddy. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Anyway, after being out sick for a week, and after rough weekend keeping me from falling into depression over Abner, Jen had to go back to work on Monday. As usual, shit happens on the worst days, she got to work late; her badge wasn’t working, etc…So they gave her a temporary badge. I thought it looked boring, so I fixed it. Can you tell which one is the original? And just to be clear, I did morph her into a cat-human.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TtXzS1e8nyc/TUBn7272D_I/AAAAAAAADnE/pbsrCe5MACo/s1600/IMG00232-20110124-1229.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TtXzS1e8nyc/TUBn7272D_I/AAAAAAAADnE/pbsrCe5MACo/s320/IMG00232-20110124-1229.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TtXzS1e8nyc/TUBn0ZfeUzI/AAAAAAAADnA/s3sJLB0uAbc/s1600/badgecat.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TtXzS1e8nyc/TUBn0ZfeUzI/AAAAAAAADnA/s3sJLB0uAbc/s320/badgecat.jpg" width="320" /></a><br />
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"></div><div class="MsoNormal"><!--StartFragment--> </div><div class="MsoNormal">I decided to take this a step further, and see what would happen if Jen had<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>a baby with a cat…. By combining this two pictures: </div><!--EndFragment--> <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TtXzS1e8nyc/TUBoQ014QaI/AAAAAAAADnI/vCyhfgIAKT0/s1600/Cat.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="189" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TtXzS1e8nyc/TUBoQ014QaI/AAAAAAAADnI/vCyhfgIAKT0/s200/Cat.jpg" width="200" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TtXzS1e8nyc/TUBobNmC20I/AAAAAAAADnM/dmL9Z0ejL58/s1600/39614_702893493657_1601053_40315342_2831368_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TtXzS1e8nyc/TUBobNmC20I/AAAAAAAADnM/dmL9Z0ejL58/s200/39614_702893493657_1601053_40315342_2831368_n.jpg" width="148" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">So, this is what Jen's cat baby would look. The result is a weird, but still oddly cute kid. I would be proud to be Felix's aunt.</div><!--StartFragment--> <!--EndFragment--> <br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TtXzS1e8nyc/TUBofFIDCII/AAAAAAAADnQ/xc504D1BG4M/s1600/Baby-of-Cat-jpg-and-39614-702893493657-1601053-40315342-2831368-n-jpg.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TtXzS1e8nyc/TUBofFIDCII/AAAAAAAADnQ/xc504D1BG4M/s320/Baby-of-Cat-jpg-and-39614-702893493657-1601053-40315342-2831368-n-jpg.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p><br />
</o:p></div><!--EndFragment-->moranfohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09784689619467257376noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460375247133026004.post-46232069508902551902011-01-16T19:56:00.000-05:002011-01-16T19:56:59.865-05:00Dunkin Donuts...never again!<!--StartFragment--> <br />
<div class="MsoNormal">I didn’t have time to bring a thermos of coffee to work today, so after I parked behind the classy store I work at (yeah, a liquor store) I walked over to Dunkins before I had to open at 12 o’clock. </div><div class="MsoNormal">For once there isn’t a line, which is great, since I’m in a rush.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Sunday mornings there are two or three big groups of regulars…I know this because I tend to run late on Sundays, so I have to buy coffee.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I don’t know if I have seen the friendly lady behind the counter before, but I will<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"> never</i> forget her. </div><div class="MsoNormal">I order my “medium hazelnut hot with skim milk, thank you” and she goes to make <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>it while three other girls are bustling around replenishing donuts.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They are all giggling about something and the woman comes back with my coffee asking </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">“Anything else?”</div><div class="MsoNormal">“All set, thanks”</div><div class="MsoNormal">“Would you like donut or a bagel?”</div><div class="MsoNormal">“oh, no thank you”</div><div class="MsoNormal">“No donut?”</div><div class="MsoNormal">“No, I’m all set”</div><div class="MsoNormal">“Oh get a donut”</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Is this for real….NO DONUT LADY, NOO DONUT! I try to be nice to people in retail or the food industry because I know what its like. People can be crazy about their liquor.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In this situation, I guess I needed to put my crazy pants on because I ended up with a donut. I still don’t really know how it happened. It must be how kids feel after they have been peer pressured and find themselves with a beer in their hands. But I didn’t have a delicious, ice-cold beer, I had a (likely) old, fatty, undelicious, unwanted chocolate glazed donut. I felt tricked. Of course I ate it. It cost me 89 cents, and I am getting my period, so I really have no ability to resist chocolate right now.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The whole time the other girls were giggling and the lady kept asking reaching towards the donuts, just like a high school dance where you’re not in on the joke. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">When I walked back in the liquor store, vulnerable and shaken, I saw a bright red price of a nip of Smirnoff Raspberry, 87 cents, less expensive and more worth my money.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I used to get their lattes too, and they aren’t all bad, the flavor is fine, but they are ALL foam, and even then not filled all the way.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">What did I learn today? Get my ass up more quickly so I can make my own coffee, or at least have time to get to Starbucks, whose phenomenal customer service is worth the extra mula. </div><!--EndFragment-->moranfohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09784689619467257376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460375247133026004.post-50737490655545872862011-01-03T09:01:00.000-05:002011-01-03T09:01:55.208-05:00Blizzie VidAs promised, if a bit delayed, here is the link to my groundbreaking coverage of the storm on December 27th put together with some blood, sweat, and iMovie.<br />
<br />
<object height="385" width="640"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7WEdb2bKShM?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7WEdb2bKShM?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object><br />
<br />
I have to go watch Ellen now.moranfohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09784689619467257376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460375247133026004.post-10368618701647855182010-12-27T12:39:00.000-05:002010-12-27T12:39:08.383-05:00Blizzie<!--StartFragment--> <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TtXzS1e8nyc/TRjNnwpzqgI/AAAAAAAADm8/_qfaKLRpet0/s1600/162954_737219020027_1619171_41223747_2601558_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TtXzS1e8nyc/TRjNnwpzqgI/AAAAAAAADm8/_qfaKLRpet0/s320/162954_737219020027_1619171_41223747_2601558_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Times; mso-bidi-font-family: Times; mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;">It seems only fitting my three-week hiatus end on the day of a blizzard, when I am trapped inside. Yesterday I drank Poinsettias – basically a mimosa, but with cranberry juice instead of OJ—to get threw the blizzard. I holed up with my cousin drinking and playing an amazing crazy cat lady game I got for Christmas (Should take that as a sign?) Last night we had the best blizzard meal—FONDUE, also just one of my favorite meals in general, next to Mac n’cheese and buffalo chicken. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Times; mso-bidi-font-family: Times; mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;">We woke up this morning to the frightening prospect of having to do something other than watch sitcoms, with the internet and cable out. Just the other day Jen and I started fighting when we didn’t have the next season of 30 Rock on the queue.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Times; mso-bidi-font-family: Times; mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"></span>We decided to divert ourselves with a walk to survey the damage after finding out that there was severe <a href="http://www.thebostonchannel.com/news/26286375/detail.html">flooding and fires in town</a>. I couldnt embed teh video or slide show, but they are worth a watch. Luckily we didn’t have the fires where we are. We also couldn’t watch the news to figure out what was going on or watch silly field anchor people get blown away.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Don’t worry I brought my flip cam, I’ll put the NEWS BREAKING FOOTAGE together later on today.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Needless to say the whipping snow felt like little blades but the beach look amazing – in a violent storm kind of way. Then my sister and I carried a very large piece of driftwood home for mum, who seems to <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">really</i> like driftwood and all things ocean. We figured out it was about .8 miles, but hey LETS ROUND UP because my arms are sore and call it a mile. To tide you over till you get to watch my video I googled ‘cats AND blizzard’ and found this. My cats should feel lucky I don’t make them prance around in the snow for the sake of entertainment….yet.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><object height="385" width="480"><param name="movie"
value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tb3pBXPteVM?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param
name="allowFullScreen"
value="true"></param><param
name="allowscriptaccess"
value="always"></param><embed
src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tb3pBXPteVM?fs=1&hl=en_US"
type="application/x-shockwave-flash"
allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"
width="480" height="385"></embed></object></div><!--EndFragment-->moranfohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09784689619467257376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460375247133026004.post-76252740235935586492010-12-04T12:29:00.000-05:002010-12-04T12:29:52.046-05:00Caturday!<!--StartFragment--> <br />
<div class="MsoNormal">It’s CATURDAY - the first official Caturday of my blogging career. I have to specify that, because for me, everyday is Caturday.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There are a few big announcements that go along with this: I will be starting a tab of <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">only</i> cat videos; I might as well embrace my obsession, right?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Also, there will be pussycat character coming soon – it isn’t even in production yet, just creative development, but it will likely involve dressing up my balding cat, Gladys. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 0in;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Gladys is a really special cat (I actually just wrote ‘special person’ and had to delete it, because she is a cat-not a person). Gladys is the embodiment of<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“her bark is worse than her bite”. She has been known to growl when held against her will or not permitted to eat pasta and other Italian cuisine. I personally haven’t heard of Italian cats. I know Egyptians and leopard print lovers held felines in high regard - oh, and people with barns and mice. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 0in;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Now it seems everyone has to have cats in their life. That<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>‘has’ means they are <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">forced </i>to – how can you even avoid them on the internet today? I recently got into to a Twitter fight (how lame) with a dog lover Cats vs. Dogs and how, technically, there is more demand (according to he stats on what is searched online) for dogs even though there is a lot more kitty content. First of all – DUH. Duh that there is more content, I mean. You see, puppies are cute and maybe amusing sometimes, but not hilarious. Cats are hilarious because they do far more random things than a dog, and are far less predictable. Don’t get me wrong, I like dogs too, but they just aren’t as interesting unless it is a real life dog that is your pet. For example, below I’ll post two pictures, and you tell me which one is funnier, even though the content is similar. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 0in;"><o:p> </o:p><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TtXzS1e8nyc/TPp5QYm3TVI/AAAAAAAADmw/1xsruD6Y4rY/s1600/cat-costume.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="187" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TtXzS1e8nyc/TPp5QYm3TVI/AAAAAAAADmw/1xsruD6Y4rY/s200/cat-costume.jpg" width="200" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TtXzS1e8nyc/TPp5UOeEL8I/AAAAAAAADm0/b_MkwC3io2g/s1600/honey-dog-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="188" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TtXzS1e8nyc/TPp5UOeEL8I/AAAAAAAADm0/b_MkwC3io2g/s200/honey-dog-3.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 0in;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Maybe it’s just me, but the dog just looks endearing, or stupid. The cat actually has a personality here, and it isn’t a submissive one. First of all if you going to dress your cat up as anything, it is best if it is a touch undersized – not in the inhumane way, but in the same way that Disney shirt is too small for the big guy with his belly hanging out.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 0in;">Now I wanted to round out the post with some Cat harmony-but there were actually a number of videos like this one- the challenge was to find one without horrendously obnoxious music (Goes to show the taste of some of us cat lovers)</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 0in;"><object height="385" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2u2lu16AaLM?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2u2lu16AaLM?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object></div><!--EndFragment-->moranfohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09784689619467257376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460375247133026004.post-84061325984264323422010-12-03T11:08:00.000-05:002010-12-03T11:08:53.091-05:00Morning Television<!--StartFragment--> <br />
<div class="MsoNormal">I was cursed with watching The Regis and Kelly wig-a-thon<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I don’t know what they are actually calling it- but, I can only take so much of it. I actually just googled it – apparently they’ve been doing<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>‘Wig Out’ for a while. Oddly enough, if you google image search all you get is this gem, very <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0071007/">Little House on the Prairie</a>, but the one with Regis and Kelly is pretty demonstrative of what my morning horror was-even though its of their High School Musical Halloween costumes<a href="http://cache.heraldinteractive.com/blogs/news/working_stiff/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/anne-of-green-gables-braids.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://cache.heraldinteractive.com/blogs/news/working_stiff/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/anne-of-green-gables-braids.JPG" width="320" /></a><a href="http://family.go.com/images/cms/holidays/live-with-regis-and-kelly-halloween-hiigh-school-musical-photo-420x420_7766tshhc.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://family.go.com/images/cms/holidays/live-with-regis-and-kelly-halloween-hiigh-school-musical-photo-420x420_7766tshhc.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal">Aside from this my morning tell vision experience was, over all a good experience, despite my unsuccessful attempts to find real news. I got stuck on America’s funniest home videos -who can resist a baby in a toilet? I especially liked the bird attack series; it really brought me back to my childhood. My babysitter used to take us to feed the ducks and killer geese when we refused to watch any more television, and I fell victim to the vicious beasts. I don’t have footage of that fateful day, unfortunately. I even tried to google “goose attack”, “baby AND geese”, and “when geese attack”, but I couldn’t any replacement goose/geese attack videos.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My sister can tell you I have a knack, or at least a passion, for interesting searches. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">This week I also got yet another rejection for a job a applied to, that I actually was qualified for. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Obviously, I have gotten pretty tired of the rejections and I have vowed numerous time to get rich and buy the companies I was rejected from, which would result in a pretty interesting and dynamic acquisition. If that happens, I plan on giving a speech just like this one, so they are as confused and potentially miffed as I am that stupid person has a job and I don’t.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><object height="385" width="640"><param name="movie"
value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PI42LSbwc8E?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param
name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param
name="allowscriptaccess"
value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PI42LSbwc8E?fs=1&hl=en_US"
type="application/x-shockwave-flash"
allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"
width="640" height="385"></embed></object></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">Braided Wigs images from Boston Herald</span></div><!--EndFragment-->moranfohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09784689619467257376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460375247133026004.post-50116659256714672462010-11-28T15:05:00.000-05:002010-11-28T15:05:04.914-05:00Post Turkey<!--StartFragment--> <br />
<div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Officially in the Holiday season-no, fuck that- CHRISTMAS SEASON. Also known as when people get chubs because of all the treats. What makes it worse, at least for me, is that its also unofficial high school reunion season. In my town A LOT of people come home, we bread townies like no other. While I have come to terms with my townie-ness I’d like to at least be a hot townie, which is a challenge since I can barely afford the gym membership I have and never use.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So, obviously I’m thinking of alternative way to GET FIT (sorry I just feel like that needs to be shouted, sort of like my Freshman year roommates name).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>First idea: extreme Christmas decorating-it sounds silly, I know, but totally doable in a house full of Christmas freaks. I’m sweating just thinking about all the trees and mantel and banister decorations. I am still working on other ideas but here is a really helpful workout video. I do it with cats.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><object height="385" width="640"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/keWCS942iFM?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/keWCS942iFM?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><!--EndFragment-->moranfohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09784689619467257376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460375247133026004.post-11484381229278304642010-11-21T20:00:00.000-05:002010-11-21T20:00:15.337-05:00This is how I still feel about lobsters....I am from Boston and I have only ever consumed lobster already out of the shell. I can't help it, I am one of those people that names them.<br />
<br />
<object height="385" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BWbcmzpG9sY?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BWbcmzpG9sY?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>moranfohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09784689619467257376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460375247133026004.post-8867787929744477912010-11-21T19:46:00.000-05:002010-11-21T19:46:05.230-05:00Quickie Quip<!--StartFragment--> <br />
<div class="MsoNormal">I saw an <a href="http://bit.ly/9A1ViW">article in Health magazine</a> on how to have a quickie. Let me summarize for you:</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Cambria; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">1.<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span>Do Some Smooching</div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Cambria; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">2.<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span>Keep Your Clothes On</div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Cambria; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">3.<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span>Change the Venue</div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Cambria; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">4.<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span>Think NC-17 Thoughts</div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Cambria; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">5.<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span>Narrate the Action</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Those are the actual subheadings in the article. Now, for number one, of course I’m gonna smooch. Foreplay might not be necessary for guys, but hello…it just won’t be pleasant for the lady if she isn’t turned on. Unfortunately, this is something a lot of guys seem to be oblivious to. I think changing the venue is the nature of quickies. I am more concerned with the narration and NC-17 thoughts. I should think your mind is already in the gutter if your about to have a role in the hay, and if you’re about to fantasize about something other than what your doing-there are bigger issues you should address. Narration (i.e. dirty talk) is subjective. I get the whole point of these tips is to make it more passionate more quickly, but I think maybe choosing some, not all, I can’t imagine choosing exhibitionist venue-like an office maintenance closet- go well with loud narration. Just sayin’.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I think being physically fit would be far more beneficial, especially if your resorting to sexual encounters in inopportune places requiring contortionist-like skills and freakish strength. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Now, that might sound unlikely, but your really not going to be prepared, you can’t do a bazillion crunches like you might before the date you expect to sleep with someone for the first time. I suggest doing yoga, and working on your triceps and your thighs. Now, this could vary because I already have freakishly strong shoulders. But ladies, I guarantee you’ll need to either be on top (thus the legs) or hold on to something (thus the arms). You all know what yoga is…but here is are two tricep workouts – from <a href="http://health.msn.com/fitness/womens-fitness/slideshow.aspx?cp-documentid=100159939&imageindex=7&q=Legs%3a+Get+lean%2c+shapely+legs.">health.msn.com</a>. If you don’t know how to do squats or run up and down stairs to work on your legs, cut off your legs.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TtXzS1e8nyc/TOm86ZKJwZI/AAAAAAAADg0/fgfwXV_-IxY/s1600/378499267995F99BC31B973D94260.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TtXzS1e8nyc/TOm86ZKJwZI/AAAAAAAADg0/fgfwXV_-IxY/s320/378499267995F99BC31B973D94260.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TtXzS1e8nyc/TOm8_gSiGGI/AAAAAAAADg4/_zOuHLGfP8I/s1600/B21E3F2025ACE31EAB73E7C36FC0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TtXzS1e8nyc/TOm8_gSiGGI/AAAAAAAADg4/_zOuHLGfP8I/s320/B21E3F2025ACE31EAB73E7C36FC0.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><!--EndFragment-->moranfohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09784689619467257376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460375247133026004.post-15177936669129175062010-10-29T15:38:00.000-04:002010-10-29T15:40:01.537-04:00Scaredy Sesame StreetJust a quick Halloween treat from Best Week Ever. These <a href="http://on.vh1.com/doBQm0">creepy costumes</a> are nothing compared to the spoon costume I made for this Halloween.moranfohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09784689619467257376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460375247133026004.post-85335279299945145712010-10-22T09:56:00.000-04:002010-10-22T10:09:23.778-04:00Playing the Part<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TtXzS1e8nyc/TMGamSEvaQI/AAAAAAAADfg/Lzkv_WIWi0Q/s1600/skirt.gif"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 1px; height: 1px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TtXzS1e8nyc/TMGamSEvaQI/AAAAAAAADfg/Lzkv_WIWi0Q/s200/skirt.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530871799865108738" /></a><p class="MsoNormal">So, get excited…I got a job interview. I’m still not sure how I pulled it off.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>It is at a company that does branding, marketing/advertising, pr and promotion—you get the idea. Well applied for a job as a media planner, and no I had no idea what the hell a media planner’s role was at the time. My best friend works at this company, has been there for a year or so—but it buddies with one the executive people in the ‘branch’ I was applying to. Clearly my hesitancy with the lingo demonstrates how much I belong in this world. So despite having no real idea what it was—aside from a lot of social media knowledge and marketing, I applied.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I feel like right now in creative fields-or pseudo creative fields in cool work environments you either have to be a nonchalant genius—ala Mark Zuckerburg in <a href="http://imdb.to/c32Tv0">The Social Network</a>—or completely look the part even though you might be incompetent—like Olivia on <i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><a href="http://on.mtv.com/bDqjWq">The City</a>.</i> Now my sister’s initial fear when I she heard I saw The Social Network was that I would think it would be easy to become a bagillionaire. FALSE, now I know you have to be a fucking genius</p><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TtXzS1e8nyc/TMGZZZdPlrI/AAAAAAAADfQ/FZWOO2hfH3Y/s1600/mark-zuckerberg.jpg"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TtXzS1e8nyc/TMGZZZdPlrI/AAAAAAAADfQ/FZWOO2hfH3Y/s200/mark-zuckerberg.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530870478997001906" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 114px; height: 200px; " /></a><div><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Cambria;">and you are not really allowed to look to cool until you are forty. So I would have to wear plain grey tees, levis, and old sneakers—which might be endearing on a guy, but definitely not on a woman. Anyway, I’m going with a happy medium for the interview, which I magically obtained through a slammin’ resume that I made look like recipe cards (a play on the<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>‘kitchen’ in the company’s name) and the fact that my friend brought my resume to HR.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Cambria;"></span>I am going to look cool…that is my strategy. I hear the company is very laid back, but very trendy, and they want you to be an individual, which means I can ear leopard print, always a plus. I gots a <a href="http://bit.ly/boTznT">camel colored just-above-the-knee skirt</a> ( plus a back-up <a href="http://bit.ly/9KFBNp">black pencil skirt</a>), a <a href="http://bit.ly/aWm1CV">creamy loose blouse</a>, and gorgeous brown, <a href="http://bit.ly/dpcVp9">leather pumps</a> from Nine West.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>No I just need a slammin’ </p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TtXzS1e8nyc/TMGa5unsa7I/AAAAAAAADf4/x8IHEjojR1I/s200/PG.NADIAR.COGNALE.PD.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530872133945420722" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal">necklace or a scarf—that’s not cream or beige, got to break up the palate. So, I am going to look the bomb diggity and cram on the company like the freshman before exams. I think it’s an A+ strategy.</p><p class="MsoNormal">The other think was start following pertinent people/blogs on twitter and in the blogging world. One that has actually turned out to be really interesting is <a href="http://on.mash.to/cUuoMN">mashable.com</a>, which has “social media news and web tips”. I had come across this blog a few times before when I was googling tips for figuring something out with twitter or blogging, but it is so much more. Plus, he posted something on the Internet and cats. I can’t help who I am, but if you bring cats into anything, I’ll find it interesting.</p> <!--EndFragment--> <!--EndFragment--> </div>moranfohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09784689619467257376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460375247133026004.post-61551144517586445632010-10-18T12:41:00.000-04:002010-10-18T12:47:49.701-04:00Beware: The Toasted Lap<p class="MsoNormal">So, a week ago I went to NYC to visit my BFF (I love acronyms). I had brainstormed a post on the train—having very little access to the internet even though the mofos said they have internet on the Acela. LIES I tell you, LIES. Regardless, I found my brainstorm recently, so sorry for the delay, one person that reads my blog.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">First it says ‘Phelps case’—this a came across through twitter stalking Perez Hilton if I remember correctly is an upcoming supreme court case—<a href="http://usat.ly/9sITgW">Snyder v. Phelps</a>—between the father of a dead Marine (Snyder) and Fred Phelps, a Baptist pastor, who led a protest at his funeral/burial. The protestors carried signs like “You’re going to hell” and “Thank God for Dead Soldiers”. In the words of our favorite you tube star—is this real life? “These people ought to be so thankful to us, says Phelps, regarding the message he and his followers send. We should be thankful to him for making su aware essentially. Snyder sees it as harassment—in the video I gave you a link to he says it is, in fact,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>less about Free Speech than harassment.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I don’t know all the facts—but it doesn’t seem to me that your message, Mr. Phelps, is very well expressed with slogans like that, and if it is take your hateful self back to Kansas and preach to people that want to be preached to.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>What made this news even crazier to me was that I heard about it alongside a new health scare—TOASTED SKIN SYNDROME—everyone hide yo’ family.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Now, I know it sounds like it involves shoving your hand in a toaster but it is actually even less believable than that. It is caused from having a hot laptop in (guess where!) you lap! Toasted lap syndrome I can relate to because DAYUMMM my computer can heat up. There haven’t been many cases reported but for some reason it was considered newsworthy enough to be on my MSNBC podcast. </p><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TtXzS1e8nyc/TLx55EPBwLI/AAAAAAAADec/Tg_aDDYuQWw/s1600/41u1%2B11N1mL._SL500_AA300_.jpg"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TtXzS1e8nyc/TLx55EPBwLI/AAAAAAAADec/Tg_aDDYuQWw/s320/41u1%2B11N1mL._SL500_AA300_.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529428463800402098" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px; " /></a><p class="MsoNormal"></p><p class="MsoNormal"> If I have excited fear in your hearts and caused you to throw your laptop in the bathtub—be careful, we don’t electrocution on top of the toasted lap epidemic—have no fear. Look what I found for you on amazon!—a <a href="http://amzn.to/9NOALv">‘laptop cooling heatshift pad’</a>.I personally chose to take the risk of toast lap since I don’t have $30 to spend, but if I did—well, I still wouldn’t buy it. BUT if it was given to me as a gift and I couldn’t possibly return it I would bedazzle the edges and heat it up with my laptop and give to my cat to sleep on.</p> <!--EndFragment--> <p></p> <!--EndFragment-->moranfohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09784689619467257376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460375247133026004.post-40688857828646530152010-10-12T11:15:00.000-04:002010-10-12T11:16:44.483-04:00Win a date<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman"">Did I mention that I am blessed with the ability to watch the <a href="http://ellen.warnerbros.com/">Ellen show</a> every day? So my world has been open to the magic of magic and education videos like <a href="http://ellen.warnerbros.com/videos/?autoplay=true&mediaKey=464ff29c-26a5-4ffc-a67e-d6e37f98c1b1">this one</a>, which taught me that my relationship with my cats is completely healthy, despite what my sister says. I also plan on cleaning my baby’s the same way, because there will be no baby-daddies. Realistically, it is probably ideal, because the baby is clean, but hasn’t been too sheltered from germs since dogs also lick their butts with their tongues. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman""><span style="mso-tab-count:1"> </span>Another great thing Ellen is doing as the 10<sup>th</sup> most powerful woman in the world on the <a href="http://www.forbes.com/wealth/power-women/gallery/ellen-degeneres#gallerycontent">Forbes list</a> (where they could have used a better picture—hello! She is a cover girl!)…Sorry, I got a little distracted…anyway, she is bring people who need love together, namely by having a dating contest for <a href="http://ellen.warnerbros.com/about/bio_tony.php">Tony, the DJ</a> on her show. Obviously, I am entering it, for a few reasons:</span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman""><span style="mso-list:Ignore">1.<span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""> </span></span></span><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman"">I am single<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman""><span style="mso-list:Ignore">2.<span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""> </span></span></span><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman"">I watch Ellen every morning<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman""><span style="mso-list:Ignore">3.<span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""> </span></span></span><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman"">The world of Ellen seems to be where people go to make rainbows happen<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman""><span style="mso-list:Ignore">4.<span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""> </span></span></span><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman"">I want rainbows<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman""><span style="mso-list:Ignore">5.<span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""> </span></span></span><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman"">And I have slowly fallen in television love with Tony</span></p><p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman""></span><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman""> I am single and I have no full-time job.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman"">So here are all the questions I have to answer—and let me tell you I plan on winning, the questions is how outrageous can I be, or am I better of being normal/outrageous.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"><span style="mso-bidi-font-size:14.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial">Interests:<span style="mso-tab-count:1"> </span><span style="mso-tab-count:1"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"><span style="mso-bidi-font-size:14.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial">* Hobbies:<span style="mso-tab-count:1"> </span><span style="mso-tab-count:1"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"><span style="mso-bidi-font-size:14.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial">* Hidden talents:<span style="mso-tab-count:1"> </span><span style="mso-tab-count:1"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"><span style="mso-bidi-font-size:14.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial">* Allergies:<span style="mso-tab-count:1"> </span><span style="mso-tab-count:1"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"><span style="mso-bidi-font-size:14.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial">* What's the best date you've ever been on?<span style="mso-tab-count:1"> </span><span style="mso-tab-count:1"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"><span style="mso-bidi-font-size:14.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial">* What's the worst date you've ever been on?<span style="mso-tab-count:1"> </span><span style="mso-tab-count:1"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"><span style="mso-bidi-font-size:14.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial">* Favorite TV show:<span style="mso-tab-count:1"> </span><span style="mso-tab-count:1"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"><span style="mso-bidi-font-size:14.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial">* Favorite romantic movie:<span style="mso-tab-count: 1"> </span><span style="mso-tab-count:1"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"><span style="mso-bidi-font-size:14.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial">* If you were an animal, what would you be?<span style="mso-tab-count:1"> </span><span style="mso-tab-count:1"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"><span style="mso-bidi-font-size:14.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial">* If Tony were an animal, what would he be?<span style="mso-tab-count:1"> </span><span style="mso-tab-count:1"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"><span style="mso-bidi-font-size:14.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial">* What's your favorite thing about Tony?<span style="mso-tab-count:1"> </span><span style="mso-tab-count:1"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"><span style="mso-bidi-font-size:14.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial">* Why do you think you're the perfect woman for Tony?<span style="mso-tab-count:1"> </span><span style="mso-tab-count:1"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"><span style="mso-bidi-font-size:14.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial">* What would you do on your date with Tony?<span style="mso-tab-count:1"> </span><span style="mso-tab-count:1"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"><span style="mso-bidi-font-size:14.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial">* Can you dance?<span style="mso-tab-count:1"> </span><span style="mso-tab-count:1"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"><span style="mso-bidi-font-size:14.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial">* What did you do last night?<span style="mso-tab-count:1"> </span><span style="mso-tab-count:1"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"><span style="mso-bidi-font-size:14.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial">* Complete the following sentences: I would never be caught dead _______.<span style="mso-tab-count:1"> </span><span style="mso-tab-count:1"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"><span style="mso-bidi-font-size:14.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial">* Complete the following sentences: I have a huge ________.<span style="mso-tab-count:1"> </span><span style="mso-tab-count:1"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"><span style="mso-bidi-font-size:14.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial"><span style="mso-tab-count:1"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; ">* Complete the following sentences: I hate it when guys ____________.<span style="mso-tab-count:1"> </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"><span style="mso-bidi-font-size:14.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Hobbies and Hidden Talents--that is a challenge, as I have so many, but they are so hard to demonstrate. But I am thinking I’ll be honest about hidden talents: finding things, dressing up like animals, sing-talking, and slingin’ booze. As for hobbies, they seem to be pretty related but maybe I should show that I am not a dope so I’ll say Shakespeare, speaking Spanish, and getting leashes on my cats. Allergies—well I’m allergic to everything in nature, but I don’t know if that is necessary to share. The best and worst dates—some I truly can’t share—woof! The worst might be the blind-ish date at a Chinese food restaurant with a guy I men online who turned out to be balding, and that is just the tip of the online dating iceberg. And best date, I would say performing song and dance medleys to show tunes and Disney music.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-tab-count:1"> </span>Now favorite TV show, obviously The Ellen Show, but I’d like to add a little more spice to that—say a little Man v. Wild or <a href="http://animal.discovery.com/tv/cats-101/">Cats 101</a>. I can’t bullshit about my favorite romantic movie-hello-<a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0414387/">Pride and Prejudice</a>, but I think it’s important to show that I am lighthearted—so also <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0104990/">The Newsies</a>, because I grew up with romantic feelings for those boys. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-tab-count:1"> </span>We would both have to be cats, but maybe I would mix it up and replace house cat breeds with wildcat breads—I also just like the sound of ‘badger’, so maybe I’ll throw that in. And without question, aside from his laugh and penchant for appearing in crime shows, I love how humble and shocked he is about how great his body looks in photos no matter how many times Ellen shows it. This appreciation I have is partly why I am the perfect woman for him, I could tell him how beautiful he is everyday, and since I am currently only work part-time at a liquor store, I have the time to dote on him and give him the attention he deserves, including protecting him from birds and dancing whenever he plays a song.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-tab-count:1"> </span>For our first date, though I am old fashioned and think the man should plan it, Ill throw on some pants and begin by wooing him with Spanish in the limo on the way to a restaurant like <a href="http://www.orchidlosangeles.com/index_s.php">Orchid, in LA</a>, where I can feed him steamed dumplings and sing him heart wrenching ballads. It also asks, as you may have noticed, if you can dance—to that I say “Hullllooooo?” “Yes, whether you like it or not, playa!”. The answer to the next question about what I did last night is a but troubling. I sang to my cat in front of the fire drinking wine while my sister videotaped it, I don’t really think I need to go further. Something most people probably wouldn’t be caught dead doing, but I can’t help who I am. More likely, I would never be caught dead without leopard print on, in some form. It isn’t so much that I wouldn’t want someone to do it, it just isn’t likely to happen. Following that, I can say “I have a huge” obsession with leopard print. But maybe I’ll go more along the “I have a huge cat” route, because he is as big as a dog. Now the last one is a can of worms, “I hate it when guys…”—I hate it when guys do most things, but mostly, I hate when the don’t sing me to sleep, is that <i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal">really</i> so much to ask?</p> <!--EndFragment-->moranfohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09784689619467257376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460375247133026004.post-85700420052826284392010-10-05T18:56:00.000-04:002010-10-05T19:21:47.529-04:00Mac n Cheese? or Patatas Bravas?On a quick break from my dread drawing class so I opened up my computer, this article, <a href="http://connecttheworld.blogs.cnn.com/2010/10/05/whats-your-favorite-meal/?hpt=C2">What's your favorite meal</a>, was on my homepage (the international <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">cnn</span>.com). Yeah, we all know what our favorite meal is, but if it was your <i>last</i> meal, what would it be. The idea is more interesting than the article itself, but what a grave question. I suck at making decisions anyway, I guess that means a can't commit heinous crimes in <a href="http://www.deathpenaltyinfo.org/states-and-without-death-penalty">states</a> with the death sentence. SHOOT! I would probably be safe anyway, I generally stick to stealing toilet paper from unsuspecting retail stores.<div><br /></div><div>As for food, I don't know if I would go international for my last meal, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">but</span> I think I would really want to fuck with them, and ask for something outrageous and it would have to be cooked as part of an Iron Chef competition, the mystery ingredient: badger. I would prefer some other random food, but I cant think of one of the top of my head. Ill have to watch the Planet Earth series to learn about some species that are in really hard to reach places. Maybe just bat, hell, that can;t be easy or pleasant to catch with all that shit everywhere. Realistically, I would want everything covered in buffalo sauce with extra blue cheese on the side.</div><div><br /></div><div>Last meal</div><div><br /></div><div>1. Buffalo Chicken (boneless for consumption speed and to maximize meat intake) with extra blue cheese</div><div>2. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">macaroni</span> n' cheese. NOT <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">stauffers</span>--that is dumb and too think. A shit load of Kraft, preferable princess shaped. Aunties Annie is also passable. Best is probably velveeta (which everyone hates for some reason) and shells. I'm also going to need some <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">wieners</span> to go with it.</div><div>3. <a href="http://www.otherspain.com/pages/recipes/bravas.asp"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Patatas</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Bravas</span></a>--this is a link for those of you that <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">don't</span> know the Spanish way to the Irish girls heart.</div><div>4. Purple Cow ice cream with peanut butter sauce (<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px; font-family:sans-serif;font-size:13px;">Purple Cow ice cream or yogurt is black raspberry ice cream or yogurt with chocolate and white chocolate chips</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 10px;font-size:11px;">--<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Wikipedia</span>)</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 10px;font-size:11px;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 10px;font-size:11px;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 10px;font-size:11px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;">Okay, there is a lot more where that came from, but this fatty don't have time.</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 10px;font-size:11px;"><br /></span></span></div>moranfohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09784689619467257376noreply@blogger.com0