October 30, 2009

Eggplant, pumpkin toss, and Mary Poppins

So SK and I are going on a fab vacation in 61 days (more on that in another post...wheeee!) and we've totally amped up the exercise routines and have started making seriously serious efforts to eat better. I usually cook dinner, which, if you've known me for any length of time will have your head going "whaaaaaa???" but for real, y'all, I am a pretty badass cook. Yes, my mom still almost passes out each time I tell her about my latest culinary escapade, and yes, I still have MASSIVE fails, but most nights, I make solid meals that I wouldn't be embarrassed to serve to even the most critical of dinner guests, so BOOYAH.

Last night, unfortunately, was not one of those nights.

Sidebar: If you're just tuning in and have noticed that I call my man by only initials, please don't automatically assume I am some snobbish wench that is afraid for our privacy and doesn't want the paparazzi all in our business. My blog address is my first and last name, for heaven's sake. Anonymity is not something I strive for, clearly. The thing is, there are real issues with the paparazzi in our lives, if by paparazzi you mean HIGH SCHOOL STUDENTS. SK is a senior-level English teacher at a local high school and a few years ago, I accidentally published his first and last name in a gushy post I had written about our first date, and all of a sudden he's in the middle of a lecture at school and one of his kids pipes up with, "Mr. K, your girl's name is Cheryl and you have a dog and you like to drink wine?" I took down all mention of his actual name that night, in every post it had appeared, and even took down the first date post, just in case, which was a bummer, because it was a great memory. So, just in case you were wondering about the initials, there ya go.

Aaaaanyway...about the food disaster last night.

I bought eggplant. I've heard amazing things about eggplant. I thought, wow, what a great alternative to our normal chicken/pork/beef dinner - let's try eggplant! Right off the bat, SK was skeptical. I put the purple (gourd? fruit - *it does have seeds*? vegetable?) in the cart and he goes, "hmmm...don't trust it." It was totally my goal to make it delicious and trustworthy.

I decided on Eggplant Parmesan, because low-fat cheese and tomato sauce make EVERYTHING awesome, but even while I was slicing and baking and our house was filling with the yummy scent, he still was sketchy about the final product.

For the record, I L-O-V-E-D it. Which is good because SK finished his bowl, pushed it across the table, looked me lovingly in the eye and said, "Please never make that again."


Tonight, we are carving pumpkins. I am so pumped! The sad thing about Houston Halloween is that it usually stays somewhere in the 89 degree with 98% humidity range until about 16 hours before the actual trick-or-treating takes place, which means that if you prematurely carve your gourd and set it on the porch for all to admire, all they'll see come Halloween night is a puddle-y mess of pumpkin stickifying up your front stoop. So, we slice and dice tonight. Also, we are going to listen to the re-broadcast of The War of The Worlds (http://waroftheworldstribute.com), so I. Am. Stoked.

True, we will just have to throw the empty shells away on Sunday, which seems like a waste, but I'll roast the seeds tonight, and possibly do something with the guts (homemade puree, perhaps? Get Mom the smelling salts...), and maybe we can even have a pumpkin toss like we did last year. SK won $20 from our friend Toby after Toby couldn't hurl our massive pumpkin off our roof, over our pool, and over the fence into the jungle-y uninhabited lot behind our house. The pumpkin cleared the pool, but sadly, hit the fence (or more specifically, the giant thermometer hanging on the fence) and exploded in the back yard. It was not the best decision we've all ever made concerning safety, but it was a great time and we laughed about it for months. Toby has already bet SK he can get his money back this year. Challenge extended!


To add to the randomness that has become this post, tomorrow I am going with my mom to see Mary Poppins at the Hobby Center. Squeeee!!! I am so excited, I can't stand it. It was my favorite movie when I was little, and when my mom heard it was coming to Houston, she called me immediately. Tomorrow's matinee showing is the only time we both could make it, so we'll be Chim-Chim-Chereeing it up downtown at 2pm!

This is going to be a great weekend...

October 27, 2009

Twinkle Twinkle

I am so in love with twinkle lights, it's ridiculous. My love affair with the glowing bulbs started back in college, when all the girls on campus tried desperately to make their dorm rooms cute and awesome with posters and hanging stuff and pictures and lights, while all the guys just sort of, kind of, but not really because they were gross and didn't care too much, tried to make their rooms not smell like sweat and fart.

My roommates, luckily, were equally as down with the sparkle, and so twinkly lights we did have, and oh, how they made my heart sing. Though I have graduated from college and dorm/apartment days, I have migrated this cheap decorating idea to my actual house and still L-O-V-E it. I have woven a strand of white lights through our wine cabinet so that it makes our bottles and glasses shine (we illuminate our booze!), we have strands of lights in the backyard along the fence, and we used to have lights up under our patio umbrella until the day the wind howled at like, 84 bagillion miles an hour while we were at church (woah) and shattered our table and bent up said umbrella.

Christmas light time is a'comin' and though I am more of an old school, big colored bulbs lining the eaves of the house gal, I do love to see all the pretty lights around. Here are a few projects I am working or would like to be working on, and some lights that make me happy happy...

I totally want to re-create this FABULOUS idea from Tasha at Charmed. Seriously, that is gorgeous and what an awesome idea!! We have a HUGE master bedroom that we haven't touched since we moved in and I am itching to paint and get some stuff up on the walls. Love this.

I saw this on Apartment Therapy (I have a house, I know, but it's such a cool site!) and immediately went out and bought a canvas that I have yet to do anything with, but I can soooo imagine it propped up on the table in my entry way. Si, si....

GAH! LOVE this photo.

Twinkle lights even make bare sticky sticks bee-yoo-ti-ful.

Last night, SK was flipping through channels and put this on for me. My granddad's name was Charlie Brown (legitimately, y'all) so all these movies/comics will forever hold a little piece of my heart, and instantly warm me up when I watch.

Have you ever seriously listened to the dialogue in this movie, though? I guess I hadn't, and while watching and laughing last night, I frequently would catch myself thinking, 'Dang, some of these kids are kind of assholes.'

Lucy Van Pelt: All right, all right! Let's bob for apples! This is the way to do it.
Schroeder: Yeah, Lucy, you should be good at this. You have the perfect mouth for it.

Charlie Brown: Hey! I got an invitation to a Halloween party!
Lucy Van Pelt: Is the invitation to Violet's party, Charlie Brown?
Charlie Brown: Yes. It's the first time I've been invited to a party.
Lucy Van Pelt: Charlie Brown, if you got an invitation, it was a mistake. There were two lists, Charlie Brown: one to invite, and one not to invite. You must have been put on the wrong list.

And some of them were just totally awesome.

Linus: You don't believe the story of the Great Pumpkin? I thought little girls always believed everything that was told to them. I thought little girls were innocent and trusting.
Sally Brown: Welcome to the 20th century!

Photo sources here, here, and here.

October 21, 2009

What I Love...and what I want...Wednesday

I hate shopping for clothes. Wait. Strike that. I hate trying on clothes while shopping. Hate it. Detest it. I will go for months without buying new anythings because my body has changed a little since the last time I bought a {insert clothing item here} and I really just don't want to try on a new {clothing item} to see what size I need. Also, as much as I hate trying things on, I really really hate returning things, so I just don't shop much at all. Ever, really.

Except at TarJay, and usually then only for shoes. Really though, the TarJay clothes always seem to fit me, no matter what size I randomly grab. I heart you, Big Red Bulls-eye Store.

Sunday I got anxious and needed to go spend some cash (that makes me sound like a total asshole, I realize) so I went out and got these:

...and a pair of suede green flats and a pretty gray sweater, that I can't post here b/c even though I heart TarJay, their website hates me and won't let me pick up the images. Gar. But cute, right?

Also, I stopped at VS since I had a coupon (yay!) and I got this:

HOLY CRAP, this stuff smells so good. I went through a Marc by Marc Jacobs phase in college - loved the perfume. This smells JUST LIKE Marc. I loooove it. So does SK, so, bonus!

Now, onto what I want...for Christmas. Disregard (this post). I was maybe on drugs. Or at least drunk. Maybe just tired. Just forget it, ok?

I really want this camera:

It's an instant camera that produces little credit card-sized images! So in love. I covet this camera.

Also, some of this:

I have a Polaroid camera from the 80's that I jacked from my parent's house, but alas, I have no film. I am obsessed with Polaroids and really really want to use that little camera. And, good news! Turns out Polaroid listened to it's loyal fans and will start producing the film again. Yay!

Aaaaand I'd like this:

Because it's so pretty. And would look badass in my kitchen. And I am CONVINCED I would bake more if I had this gadget. Cross my heart.

What do YOU want for Christmas?

October 19, 2009

October is for (booby) Lovers

With all the hoopla of Halloween - which, by the way, used to be my most favorite of holidays until I started working and didn't get the day off, should it fall during the week - it's easy for all other worries and cares to fall by the wayside this month. After all, we're starting to hurtle full-speed into the holiday season and life is going to be a little more fast-paced for all until January rolls around again.

Over here, though, in my little corner of the InterWeb, I'd like to take a moment to slow down. Slow down and recognize the TaTa's, y'all.

My grandmother and an aunt (both on my mom's side) are breast cancer survivors. SURVIVORS. But even though they came out of the war with their cancers in remission, the battles they fought and the treatment they received are very much a part of them, every day. Because the disease is so prevalent in my family, all us girls are diligent about getting our annual checkups. Their battles are a part of all of us.

In honor of those who have won, who have lost, and for ALL who have fought, I'd like to dedicate today's post to all things pink and spooky. Boo!

Creepy little pumpkin head.

Its the cat's claws that make this one so weird and scary.

I heart Nightmare Before Christmas!

Go HERE to read about how I was a witch on Halloween for like, 7 years straight.

Skull prints. LOVE.

Gross! Spiders creep me right the heck out.

Seemingly cute pink bear, until you notice the claws - is that blood?!

Imagine a world without breast cancer...

Photo credits here, here, here, here, here, here, here, and here.

October 8, 2009

Christmastime is ALMOST here!

Too bad it still feels like its 106 degrees in Houston. I kid you not. This morning, the weatherman said that it would be in the high 80's to low 90's, but because of all the humidity and low (high? Shut up - I'm not a fracking barometer) pressure we are experiencing, it would feel like it was 100+. Living in Houston can most closely be compared to living in a fat football player's armpit for 9 months out of the year. I know. I almost gagged just writing that. TRY LIVING IT.

Seriously, with it not always being even somewhat cooler on Christmas day, it would be hard to remember it's getting close to the holiday season, but for the massive displays that go up in the stores earlier and earlier each year. Not that I'm knockin' it...I love me some Christmastime, but Christmas trees in September (yes, I saw some)? I don't know about all that...

And {this post} directly contradicts that last sentence, whatever, sue me. Chalk it up to actually having a house to decorate and realizing what a huge endeavor that can be - because, really, when it comes to Christmas decorations, go big or go home, bitches - and having enough room (and a trained dog who's proven she won't eat ornaments) to have a LIVE tree that drops pine needles the freaking second you drag it through the door. While more fun because YAY, I get to decorate the house!!, it's also a lot of work because OH RIGHT, we have a big ass house to decorate. Also, I wrote it on November 9th, so I have a whole month to work up into that cheery frenzy again.

I feel like I am getting Scroogier about Christmas by the second, which, woah - not where I was going, nor at all what I was feeling when I started this post, so I should probably just shut this bad boy down now before I say something I know I'll regret like, screw this holiday! I'm not celebrating! Also, no gifts! Humbug! It's the unrelenting heat and knowing that while it's October 8th, as soon as I step out of my air conditioned office and make the 30 yard walk to my air conditioned car, I will have lost 7lbs in water weight, will be drenched in sweat, and possibly dehydrated.

Happy f-ing holidays, y'all.
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