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The Naked Chef: Stick Your Face In Some American Pie
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I got a much needed haircut yesterday and my hair feels much more hair-like now. It was starting to feel like tree branches.
I currently have to poop and will do that soon when I go home to let the dog out because I cannot poop when mr. foibles is around.
I had an egg mcmuffin for breakfast and it was tasty.
mr. foibles sprays himself with cologne occasionally, he did it a little while ago and then asked me to smell his shirt. When I did, he squished my face into his chest and now I have it on my face and it's making me wanty teh secks.
terribletwenties was a play on "terrible twos" and I came up with it when I auditioned. Aesop's Foibles occurred to me and I liked it because I had the hardcover illustrated Aesop's Fables when I was wee, and it had creepy woodcut-like illustrations which I found strange and appealing. I made it "foibles" because I like that word. Admittedly, it seemed clever, and I wanted to fit in with all you clever bishes.
I've been thinking lately that my love for mr. foibles is so consuming that if I told him about it, he'd probably be taken somewhat aback. Not that he doesn't love me or anything; I know he does, it's just that he's become like food and air for me and it scares me a little. Thoughts?
We're getting our favorite pizza for din tonight (fits in with the pie aspect) and I'm looking forward to the burny-tomato lips. Mmmmm.
Anna. Thank you.
I feel very privileged to be a part of this family. Srsly.
My desk (I'm at our shop) has: calculator, numerous sets of car keys and repair orders, phone, pens, water bottle, a glass star-shaped paperweight, a pink kitty staple-free stapler, and hand medic.
Ok that sums it up for now.
01/24/09
I have winter-dry skin for the first time in my life and it is driving me bazoo. Not just on my legs and hands and face; it's easy enough to get moisturizers there. No, I'm talking like...my back feels dry. My HIPS feel dry. I'm talking, like, EVERYWHERE. My skin feels gross and itchy.
Dove bodywash helps a lot; it's basically sunflower oil and glycerine that can foam up and get me vaguely clean. But I kind of want something even soothing-er. I've tried some of those body washes with "lotion ribbons" and they were grosser than gross--they stained my shower and left a gross film everywhere.
This ONLY happens in winter, as I am an overabundant oil slick every other time of the year. What do you guys do to get moisture all over? Are there non-awkward ways to get lotion onto your back?
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However, I swear by Aveeno daily moisturizer to avoid "Barbie legs"....when my skin's dry, it looks as shiny as plastic. It's fragrance-free and the oatmeal/glycerine combo works really well. Also, I use Neutrogena body oil if I'm in a hurry - I just put it on after the shower and then throw on a bathrobe to let it absorb while I do my make-up/pack lunch/whatever.
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I think a lot of us were happy to have an open random rambly space to go offtopic--without dragging any of the other current posts away from their designated subject matter! Earlier this week, when Anna made the post that exhorted us to stay reasonably on-topic, I think some of us were a little worried about what exactly that meant and whether we could overshare about food/lives/etc anymore.
In my opinion, this thread did that brilliantly; it was a clever nod to the food-lovers and THOSE WHO ARE FLUENT IN ALL CAPS and those who like to talk about their lives. Anna and the other editors work pretty hard to keep this site pleasant, to keep up the tone of the discourse, and to ensure that discussions are constructive and relevant. In a way, I think this thread was one of the best ways to keep the site constructive and relevant for a body of commenters who like to get a little bit rowdy when TALKING ABOUT DELICIOUS PIIIIIIIIIE.
I swear I'm not a plant for the editors--I just think this thread was a really clever idea. Sort of a sandbox for us to go nuts in. I liked it and I am emailing Anna to let her know. If you like it, email her too!
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Thanks, Anna!
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WHAT A MORON!
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I know that hairy eyeball well and ignore it at my peril. Sleep tight!
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Basically, after I gave a d'var torah (speech based on the weekly portion) at Shabbat services tonight that included anecdotes about my Birthright trip, I went to my friends' suite, and nine of us from Birthright plus assorted others ordered in from the local pan-Asian place, and watched Men in Tights, and talked, and hung out. Giggled about our friend's new girlfriend and how adorable they are. Reassured other friend that it's okay that she dumped the boyfriend that she really wasn't that into. Etc.
But OMG frustrating aspects of the evening. One of the people who lives in this suite and invited us over is the boy I have a pretty ridiculous crush on. And he's so weird about touch- like, hugs are okay usually, but when I was sitting on the floor and he was on the couch behind me, I tried to lean my head on his knee and he moved his leg. Seriously. And I called him on it- said "Well that doesn't work, now I don't have anywhere to put my head" and he didn't get it. This boy does NOT notice normal touchy feely queues that I normally rely on, and I don't know what to do next.
01/24/09
My friend is currently dealing with a similar situation and I want to take the dude and shake him and scream HEY CLOWNSHOE SHE WANTS IN YOUR PANTS--PAY ATTENTION.
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Then again, he's an awkward nerdy Jewish boy who is almost 21 and has yet to have a serious relationship. And that isn't surprising, seeing as he is completely DENSE. If he paid attention, maybe he could get some!
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You twinkle above us, we twinkle below
Good morning starshine, you lead us along
My love and me
As we sing our
Early morning singing song"
So I've been super-emo the last couple of days because of lots of stuff, most especially my friends being assy, and this morning I randomly heard 3 or 4 really uplifting, happy golden oldies songs on the radio...and I suddenly felt okay.
So I'm listening to some really pretty, happy tunes and feeling like everything's gonna be fine, even if it's not.
The power of music.
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She's the kind of girl who's not too shy
And I can tell I'm her kind of guy
She danced close to me like I hoped she would
(she danced with me like I hoped she would)
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"Mrs. Brown, you've got a lovely daughter
(Lovely dauuughterrrr)
Girls as fine as her are something rare"
The one song in particular that got me going, though, was "Red Rubber Ball", by the Cyrkle. The lyrics are actually a bit bittersweet and sad, but overall the message is positive (yes, things were bad, but I'm going to be just fine in the end) and the melody compels you to sing along and bob your head.
"But I think I'm gonna be alright
Yes, the worst is over now
The morning sun is shining
Like a red rubber ball"
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Please, someone be up and be able to lament the horror that was Twilight. Also, Robert Pattinson lived up to expectations and was the only thing that kept me from walking rought outta there.
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Maybe you can watch a couple eps from season one or two of Buffy to make you feel better?
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Because I am apparently 12.
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I need wine. BRB.
Anna, bless you, child. This open thread was a glorious idea, and I think you calmed the teeming masses after how explosive the "STFU ALREADY" thread got.
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But you said the magic word that drew me like a moth to a flame: wine.
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Epic. Cuz I totally understood it, it's epic.
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Epic. Cuz I totally understood it, it's epic.
I only speak truth, my sweet, just truth.
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The mister is watching some Battlestar Galactica. We just got done with Star Trek: TNG. It's been a truly epically nerdy night. I love it.
I just went to the Star Trek exhibit at the museum and it's totally renewed my long-time love for all things Trek. I found a station that plays TNG episodes at random times during the day, so I now have it set to tape every time. My DVR is bringing me much nostalgic joy.
01/24/09
And then they talk about fashion, which kind of fascinates me, but I'm totally clueless and wouldn't know Fendi from Lisa Frank.
01/24/09
Honestly? Nothing good. Choose grape or grain, and stick with your choice, that's my mantra.
01/24/09
There is a certain peace in being a lanternfish.
01/24/09
But, don't take that too seriously or anything, because I also buy Whaler's Vanille Rum and Coke Zero. Not that that's obvious or anything.
@Cafezinha: Er, isn't the wine and BG and beer a guaranteed "NO, NO, I'M FINE, I DON'T NEED ANY HELP IN THE BATHROO>>> ... BATHROOOOO, SHIT... DO YOU SEE A PONYTAIL HOLDER ANYWHERRRRR" moment?
Or is that just me?
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Then, I barf. A lot.
So lame. Worse Thanksgiving ever. ^_^
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WTF.
I haven't had THAT much to drink.
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DOO DOO DOO DOO, DOO DOO DOO DOO...
/Rod Serling
01/24/09
Also invited to T'giving at our place next year. My stepdad puts out a killer spread, and all he ever asks from me is matching tequila shots (uh, GOOD tequila - he's scary!) and appreciation of the awesome and ridiculous pinot noirs or chardonnays he's pushing.
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Me and tequila get along like fish and bicycles, but I'll take a fine pinot noir any day of the week.
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Nah, it's all good, unless there is ketchup.
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Still, it's uncharted waters. Fear, I haz it.
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Oh shit, I know! I'm going to have a cigarette!
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AND you are married, yes?
I think that's enough to swear you into the "Oh, holy FUCKIN HELL who can afford this stuff?@?!?!?$#" crowd with which I'm learning to understand.
FTR, shittiest (aka, my fave) cheap pinot ever: Rex Goliath. It's blended, but my goodness, it's good pinot noir for under $10. Which, as I'm sure you know, isn't supposed to even exist.
And, fuck tequila (and it's motherfucking BITCH headaches)... let me pour you a scarycheaprumshot sometime. ;)
01/24/09
Goldschlager, however, is simply verboten by association with over-consumption in my very early twenties. Even red hots are enough to give me the heaves, in vague memory.
01/24/09
Rex Goliath is good cheap pinot noir, no doubt. But personally, I'm finding better value from pinots from South America. Try Solario or Iris, or Coño Sur, all from Chile and the same price point as Rex Goliath (around $7 or $8). Happy little wines, full of character, easygoing and cheerful.
Look, I said to not get me started on wine....
01/24/09
How lovely! Friending you just for that awesome turn of phrase (and you seem cool in general :-)).
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Well played, Madam, well played!
Does anyone else say "Is it about pie?" whenever someone else says "I have important news!" ? Or is it just me and my dad?
01/24/09
Oh dear. This second jug of vodka, lemon and lime and bitters is making me very happy, but I promise what I say is the truth!
01/24/09
I love my Jezebel.
01/24/09
I think this is definitely worth stealing, so know you won't be alone in future.
I do tend to react reflexively to "I have something for you" with "Is it a pony?" so it's not a huge leap.
01/24/09
I think my then-boyfriend knew he was never gonna find better when he asked me "So, uh, what do you want for Christmas?" and I answered "A pony. Named Freckles."
(That was 17 years, 3 kids, and actually, one horse ago.)
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PLEASE GOD TELL ME THE HORSE WAS NAMED "FRECKLES"?!
01/24/09
I'm still holding out for Freckles. (We're so weird - my poor Westie, Stuie, passed away, so now I want another Westie, to-be-named Biscuits or Oatmeal, and the Mr. wants an English Bulldog to name Haggis.)
01/24/09
Westies are awesome. The closest I ever came to owning a dog was when Mrs. Chritter fell in lust with a Westie. But sadly we're city-dwellers, and we must be content to be infested only with many smug, entitled, self-servicing kitties. No pups, no ponies. *snf*
01/24/09
BUT, given our roots (Scots, Irish, Welsh - don't know how we avoided classic English) we feel the Bullie would have to deal. (AS THE ENGLISH SHOULD! Er.. uh...)
I told you, weird: we're it... And I am still trying to discourage the Mr. L from the bulldog. I don't mind looking all cute and perky like a Westie. But the day I end up on an Animal Planet show for looking like a bulldog? 17 yrs down the drain. For sure.
01/24/09
That everyone has been respectful and played by the rules in this open thread. I'm just rereading comments this morning and I have yet to find one that is unpleasant or nasty.
What a good bunch of Jezzies! We all played nicely and hopefully Anna will reward us with another open thread.
Thanks again Anna!
01/23/09
Am I the only person watching Grey's Anatomy and/or Private Practice? I just cleaned out my dv-r.
01/24/09
Really, I just wanted to share my pie. (Uh, helloooo, rum?) No, really:

It's apple, with a caramel sauce baked in, and a lattice crust (also homemade). I'm kind of a slut about it - I share that pic whenever anyone says pie.
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But it's so freaking pretty and good that cupcakes can go fuck themselves. Pie FTW.
01/24/09
I must have pie commitment-phobia, because mine never come out looking like that. Reputation dish, absolutely, I can see why. It's great to have something that's a sure crowd-pleaser, my own limited talents lie more in the braising-slow cooked meats category, so artfully worked baked goods are something I can only drool over and applaud.
01/24/09
I just finished this week's Grey.. uh so Izzy is dying? and Denny is all gone now? So confusing to me! I am just freaking pissed that they broke up the lesbian love story in such a fucktarded way... it is like cycle of violence me and that show.. it hits me and yet I stay and watch more. ugh.
I need some new shows to get hooked on. I'm trying United States of Tara out so we will see. I am also super excited for Trust Me to start.
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Speaking of braising, I did short ribs the other night (which I usually only use for soup). Wow. I wish it would get cold here so I could do more long, slow cooking.
But in the meantime, I've been messing with bread baking. So fun, frustrating, and even when failing, awesome. (I never met a carb I didn't love - which explains why I lost like 40lbs on Atkins a few years ago.)
01/24/09
Baking is so... scientfic, so like chemistry. I tend to like to improvise, so I suck at it. What, who needs yeast? Just stir in some baking powder, oops, oh shit, that doesn't look like the picture at ALL....
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We might be moving to NC, and I'm looking forward to rocking tamales (ok, for a white girl, they're GOOD, I admit) and enchiladas.
@chritter: Short ribs... sexy beef, all the way, so I hear you. Even when you "just" make vegetable beef soup with them, they're.. yeah, TMI.
I kind of love baking the way I loved Mr. Ferrotti's Accounting II in high school - there's a rhyme and reason as long as you follow the flow. There was an order to it that appealed to me.