Wednesday, September 30, 2009

The new Post Secret book comes out on October 6 and I couldn't be more excited.  These books are great.  Happy, hilarious, sometimes sad and tragic, but almost always real and that I gravitate towards.  I hadn't been keeping up with my Post Secret reading so warning, you may see a few in the immediate future.  My two favorites of the moment.
A recent secret from last Sunday I believe:

A secret handed to Frank at a recent post secret event:

If that isn't romantic then I don't know what is. 
"Amore, amore, amoreeeeee!"


Tuesday, September 29, 2009


 Follow your heart, but be quiet for a while first. Ask questions, then feel the answer. Learn to trust your heart.
 And hydrate. 

Bacon Mac with Green Onions


Yield: 6 Servings (approximately 1 cup)
Side note: Prep everything in advance. Once the pasta begins boiling start the sauce.  The milk takes longer than anticipated to boil

Ingredients:
  • 3 1/4  teaspoons  salt, divided
  • 12  ounces  whole wheat penne pasta
  • 4  teaspoons all-purpose flour
  • 1 1/2  cups  skim milk, divided
  • 2  cups finely shredded sharp cheddar cheese, divided (I like the New Zealand Extra Sharp Cheddar Cheese from Trader Joe's)
  • 1/4  cup  sliced green onions or Chives
  • 1  teaspoon  hot sauce (the spicer, the better)
  • 1/4  teaspoon  pepper
  • 2  slices center-cut bacon, cooked and crumbled
  • Cooking spray
 The How To:
1. Preheat broiler.
2. Bring 6 quarts water and 1 tablespoon salt to a boil. Add pasta; cook 8 minutes or until al dente; drain.
3. Combine flour and 1/2 cup milk in a saucepan over medium heat. Gradually add 1 cup milk; bring to a boil. Cook 1 minute, stirring constantly. Remove from heat; let stand 4 minutes or until it cools to 155°. Stir in 1 1/2 cups cheese. Add 1/4 teaspoon salt, onions, hot sauce, pepper, and bacon; stir. Add pasta; toss. Spoon into a 2-quart broiler-safe dish coated with cooking spray; top with 1/2 cup cheese. Broil 7 minutes.


Side note: Since I forgot to put the chives in during set 3 we blended them in the magic bullet with the remaining 1/2 cup of cheese that needed to be grated.  This made like cream cheese like consistency that was delicious and that I put on chunks of the pasta concoction to be broiled.  The finished product will not be green on top if you follow the above directions. 

Cooking is like love. It should be entered into with abandon or not at all.  
- Harriet Van Horne


Monday, September 28, 2009

Thou art to me a delicious torment.
- Ralph Waldo Emerson

Sunday, September 27, 2009

Lazy Sunday

Step on it sucka!!!


Mr. Pibb + Red Vines = Crazy Delicious!

Friday, September 25, 2009

Proof

My best friend tried to explain in proof why the Yankees are the best baseball team:
derek jeter has herpes
therefore
yankees > eveything
because herpes > eveyrthing
Oh Jason Chen, what would I do without your cunning logic gracing my life?

The answer children, is die.  

Thursday, September 24, 2009

When relationships are in a state of standstill or decline, confusion and disorder prevail. Inferior elements are on the rise, while the powers of clarity and creativity are on the decline. In such times, the wise take shelter in their own integrity and quietly remain faithful to their highest selves.

During periods of stagnation, our lower nature can easily rise to power.  Concentrate on your personal affairs with a quiet dignity, even if that means forfeiting short-term rewards.

Desiring to change a situation too quickly often creates extra conflict. By accepting hardship, while striving to maintain integrity, you are preparing for future growth. "A seed of prosperity is often hidden inside the husk of misfortune."

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

To fall in love is easy, even to remain in it is not difficult; our human loneliness is cause enough. But it is a hard quest worth making to find a comrade through whose steady presence one becomes steadily the person one desires to be. 
~ Anna Louise Strong
When you find someone that loves you and supports you, nurture all elements of the relationship.  Be kind to yourself and be kind to your partner.  Experience joy, laugh together, overcome fear, forgive, fight for your beliefs, teach each other and grow. 

I think fear is huge obstacle in life, but just because something is scary doesn't mean one should quit.  People may be scared to become the person they want to be or scared when they see another changing.  However, if you love someone, go with it.  If it's meant to be it can only be good. 

I think this is truly a brilliant quote. 

I have always been one to believe in positive affirmations.  I liked what this person promised to do in 2009:
I resolve to…
  • * pick my battles and avoid sweating the small stuff.
  • * focus on the positive in my relationship.
  • * stop blaming others when I am just as much at fault.
  • * stop making assumptions or judgments.
  • * stop saying negative thing about any of his family or friends (he can reach his own conclusions—my negative views do nothing for our relationship)."
I think this is good advice for anyone, and everyone to try and follow.  

Monday, September 21, 2009


Beautiful by Eminem
Lately I've been hard to reach
I've been too long on my own
Everybody has their private world
Where they can be alone

Are you calling me?
Are you trying to get through?
Are you reaching out for me?
I'm reaching out for you

I'm just so fucking depressed
I just can't seem to get out this slump
If I could just get over this hump
But I need something to pull me out this dump

I took my bruises, took my lumps
Fell down and I got right back up
But I need that spark to get psyched back up
And in order for me to pick the mic back up

I don't know how or why or when
I ended up this position I'm in
I'm starting to feel dissin' again
So I decided just to pick this pen

Up and try to make an attempt to vent
But I just can't admit
Or come to grips with the fact that I may be done with rap
I need a new outlet

And I know some shit's so hard to swallow
But I can't just sit back and wallow
In my own sorrow but I know one fact
I'll be one tough act to follow

One tough act to follow
I'll be one tough act to follow
Here today, gone tomorrow
But you'd have to walk a thousand miles

In my shoes, just to see
What it's like, to be me
I'll be you, let's trade shoes
Just to see what it'd be like

To feel your pain, you feel mine
Go inside each others' minds
Just to see what we'd find
Look at shit through each others' eyes

Don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful
They can all get fucked, just stay true to you
So don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful
They can all get fucked, just stay true to you

I think I'm starting to lose my sense of humor
Everything's so tense and gloom
I almost feel like I gotta check
The temperature of the room

Just as soon as I walk in, it's like all eyes on me
And so I try to avoid any eye contact
'Cause if I do that then it opens the door
For conversation, like I want that

I'm not looking for extra attention
I just wanna be just like you
Blend in with the rest of the room
Maybe just point me to the closest restroom

I don't need no fucking man servant
Trying to follow me around and wipe my ass
Laugh at every single joke I crack
And half of 'em ain't even funny like

Ha! Marshall you're so funny man
You should be a comedian, god damn!"
Unfortunately I am
I just hide behind the tears of a clown

So why don't you all sit down
Listen to the tale I'm about to tell
Hell, we don't gotta trade our shoes
And you ain't gotta walk no thousand miles

In my shoes, just to see
What it's like, to be me
I'll be you, let's trade shoes
Just to see what it'd be like

To feel your pain, you feel mine
Go inside each others minds
Just to see what we'd find
Look at shit through each others eyes

Don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful
They can all get fucked, just stay true to you
So don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful
They can all get fucked, just stay true to you

Nobody asked for life to deal us
With these bullshit hands we're dealt
We gotta take these cards ourselves
And flip 'em, don't expect no help

Now I could've either just sat on my ass
And pissed and moaned
Or take this situation in which I'm placed in
And get up and get my own

I was never the type of kid
To wait by the door and pack his bags
I sat on the porch and hoped and prayed
For a dad to show up who never did

I just wanted to fit in
Every single place, every school I went
I dreamed of being that cool kid
Even if it meant acting stupid

And Edna always told me
Keep making that face and it'll get stuck like that
Meanwhile I'm just standing there
Holding my tongue tryna talk like that

'Til I stuck my tongue on that frozen stop sign pole
At 8 years old
I learned my lesson then
'Cause I wasn't trying to impress my friends no more

But I already told you my whole life story
Not just based on my description
'Cause where you see it, from where you're sittin
It's probably 110% different

I guess we would have to walk a mile
In each others shoes at least
What size you wear? I wear 10's
Let's see if you can fit your feet

In my shoes, just to see
What it's like, to be me
I'll be you, let's trade shoes
Just to see what it'd be like

To feel your pain, you feel mine
Go inside each others minds
Just to see what we'd find
Look at shit through each others eyes

Don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful
They can all get fucked just stay true to you
So don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful
They can all get fucked just stay true to you

So don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful
They can all get fucked just stay true to you
So

Lately I've been hard to reach
I've been too long on my own
Everybody has their private world
Where they can be alone

Are you calling me?
Are you trying to get through?
Are you reaching out for me?
I'm reaching out for you

Yeah, to my babies
Stay strong, daddy will be home soon

And to the rest of the world
God gave you shoes to fit you
So put 'em on and wear 'em
Be yourself man, be proud of who you are
Even if it sounds corny
Don't ever let anyone tell you you ain't beautiful
Michael: I'm in love with your daughter Stephen. Maybe that doesn't mean anything to you but I'm standing here. You are her father, I am looking you in the eyes and I'm telling you I will do anything in the world to get your daughter back.
Stephen: Really?
Michael: Really.
Stephen: Anything?
Michael: I'll do anything.
Stephen: People say that, they don't mean it.
Michael: But I mean it!
Stephen: Well it's very simple... do whatever it takes.
Michael: It's that simple?
Stephen: Yes... you can't fail if you don't give up.

Friday, September 18, 2009

A thought to consider

Live as you feel like, not as you think you should live like. Your feelings are seldom wrong, because you are designed to feel a certain way
Cause when you're fifteen and somebody tells you that they love you you're gonna believe them
One lesson I wish I had learned a long time ago: Don't believe everything people tell you.  Applies at fifteen.  Applies a decade later.

Thursday, September 17, 2009

The Big Texan

My new profile pic was taken after consuming a glorious meal of chicken fried steak at The Big Texan in Amarillo, TX during the road trip with the boyfriend.  
The limo with the steers is the free limo that takes you to the restaurant if you stay at any of the hotels / motels in the fine city of Amarillo.  
The food was awesome, the challenge was fun to watch, the atmosphere was lively and I would go back in a heartbeat.  For those of you who don't know, Adam Richman of Man vs. Food came here for a segment on his Amarillo episode and attempted the 72 oz challenge which consists of eating 72 ounces of steaks with a side of baked potato, dinner roll, salad, and shrimp cocktail.  
That's 6 lbs of food in 1 hour.  Adam Richman was able to finish it, but the man we saw attempt to beat the mean piece of meat did not. 
The rain has started in the New York area.  Or presumably so.  The forecast says that it will be overcast tomorrow and this weekend I am going away to sunshine and hot tubs and land of hills and glute workouts! But never fear...Justine brought her Buddha umbrella.  No sad faces when they see this ray of light! 

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

I know this is a really stupid thing to feel a little butt hurt about, but the only people that called me to wish me a happy birthday were my family.  My besties didn't even call me and that really hurts.  I chose to move in my own direction.  I can't fault anyone for doing the same.  Still hurts. 

Monday, September 14, 2009

Remember, there's no way to take your words back once spoken aloud, so think twice before you start wagging your tongue.



"Nothing will work unless you do.” - Maya Angelou 

Thursday, September 3, 2009

Half Carafe

Pauline's Pizza Pie is my favorite pizza place in San Francisco and quite possibly, the WORLD!  Not only do they have amaZING pizza, but how cute is their half craft of house red?
It's barely bigger than the size of a wine glass, comparable to a bottle of vinegar.  Once again, another exemplar for Pauline's awesomeness.  
Sometimes, the stupidity of people, is shocking.  


If you are disrespectful, don't think I won't call your bluff.  I'm not a doormat.  

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

My biggest faults in life are that I'm easily impressionable.  

My favorite random thoughts from people 25-35 yearsold

  1. A recent study has shown that playing beer pong contributes to the spread of mono and the flu. Yeah, if you suck at it.
  2. I love the sense of camaraderie when an entire line of cars teams up to prevent asshole from cutting in at the front. Stay strong, brothers!
  3. More often than not, when someone is telling me a story all I can think about is that I can't wait for them to finish so that I can tell my own story that's not only better, but also more directly involves me.
  4. Is it just me, or are 80% of the people in the "people you may know" feature on Facebook people that I do know, but I deliberately choose not to be friends with?
  5. The only time I look forward to a red light is when I’m trying to finish a text.
  6. You never know when it will strike, but there comes a moment at work when you've made up your mind that you just aren't doing anything productive for the rest of the day.

A history lesson made fun

Next time you complain that it's raining cats and dogs or go to a June wedding and comment on the flowers (which probably cost thousands of dollars), you'll know something no one else around you does. Here are some enlightening facts from way back when:
 
People used to use urine to tan animal skins, so families used to all pee in a pot & then once a day it was taken & sold to the tannery.......if you had to do this to survive you were "Piss Poor." But worse than that were the really poor  folk who couldn't even afford to buy a pot...........they "didn't have a pot to piss in" and were the lowest of the low.
 
Most people got married in June because they took their yearly bath in May, and they still smelled pretty good by June. However, since they were starting to smell . .. . Brides carried a bouquet of flowers to hide the body odor. Hence the custom today of carrying a bouquet when getting married.
 
Baths consisted of a big tub filled with hot water. The man of the house had the privilege of the nice clean water, then all the other sons and men, then the women and finally the children. Last of all the babies. By then the water was so dirty you could actually lose someone in it. Hence the saying, "Don't throw the baby out with the Bath water!"
 
Houses had thatched roofs-thick straw-piled high, with no wood underneath. It was the only place for animals to get warm, so all the cats and other small animals (mice, bugs) lived in the roof. When it rained it became slippery and sometimes the animals would slip and fall off the roof. Hence the saying "It's raining cats and dogs."
 
There was nothing to stop things from falling into the house. This posed a real problem in the bedroom where bugs and other droppings could mess up your nice clean bed. Hence, a bed with big posts and a sheet hung over the top afforded some protection. That's how canopy beds came into existence.
 
The floor was dirt. Only the wealthy had something other than dirt. Hence the saying, "Dirt poor." The wealthy had slate floors that would get slippery in the winter when wet, so they spread thresh (straw) on floor to help keep their footing. As the winter wore on, they added more thresh until, when you opened the door, it would all start slipping outside. A piece of wood was placed in the entrance-way. Hence: a thresh hold.
  
In those old days, they cooked in the kitchen with a big kettle that always hung over the fire. Every day they lit the fire and added things to the pot. They ate mostly vegetables and did not get much meat. They would eat the stew for dinner, leaving leftovers in the pot to get cold overnight and then start over the next day. Sometimes stew had food in it that had been there for quite a while. Hence the rhyme: Peas porridge hot, peas porridge cold, peas porridge in the pot nine days old.
 
Sometimes they could obtain pork, which made them feel quite special. When visitors came over, they would hang up their bacon to show off. It was a sign of wealth that a man could, "bring home the bacon." They would cut off a little to share with guests and would all sit around and chew the fat.
 
Those with money had plates made of pewter. Food with high acid content caused some of the lead to leach onto the food, causing lead poisoning death. This happened most often with tomatoes, so for the next 400 years or so, tomatoes were considered poisonous.
 
Bread was divided according to status. Workers got the burnt bottom of the loaf, the family got the middle, and guests got the top, or the upper crust.
 
Lead cups were used to drink ale or whisky. The combination would sometimes knock the imbibers out for a couple of days. Someone walking along the road would take them for dead and prepare them for burial. They were laid out on the kitchen table for a couple of days and the family would gather around and eat and drink and wait and see if they would wake up. Hence the custom of holding a wake.
 
England is old and small and the local folks started running out of places to bury people. So they would dig up coffins and would take the bones to a bone-house, and reuse the grave. When reopening these coffins, 1 out of 25 coffins were found to have scratch marks on the inside and they realized they had been burying people alive. So they would tie a string on the wrist of the corpse, lead it through the coffin and up through the ground and tie it to a bell. Someone would have to sit out in the graveyard all night (the graveyard shift.) to listen for the bell; thus, someone could be, saved by the bell or was considered a dead ringer...