Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Waxing poetic on Wednesday

That title is a nice way of me saying I'm going to tie together on a wing and a prayer some random thoughts I've had over the past few days, none fleshy enough to merit a full blog post. The segues will be frail. Apologies.


Are you still with me?

Am I the only person on earth who doesn't own or know how to use a glue gun? I may or may not be a tiny bit afraid of them too. There are so many things I think I'd use a glue gun for, but since I haven't used one I'm not sure if that's the case. Thanks recently to pinterest.com, I'd like to be so much craftier than I am.

Maybe I could trade in a few organizational skills for some crafty ones? My cup runneth over in that department. I spend too much time researching food storage containers...

Small stackable glass storage jar from the inimitable Crate & Barrel.

which is what I took breaks to do on Monday to stay awake. Feeling like you're going to fall asleep at your desk sucks the big one. You're almost powerless to stop it, but you must keep fighting the urge to lay your head down and just doze off. That was me on Monday. Show of Show(s) weekend, I hate you.

At the Show of Show(s), Frank and Amanda asked me to do a reading at their wedding in October and to write both of the readings. I am truly honored. Thanks to Mrs. G for suggesting this to the to be weds. I can't wait for this wedding! Would it be wrong to start one of them like this...?




In other items relating to matrimony, my engagement ring needs to be redipped. Badly. You may remember that I tried to do this in January in a week when my errands went horribly awry, and haven't been back since. I did notice that MFD's wedding band needs to be redipped too. I think this one is getting farmed out to him.

Guess what this weekend is, kids? Another scheduled weekend  at home, only productive this time. The last one was not too productive but was designed that way. This weekend, I will produce. The basement, utility closet and my tiny library will be cleaned, purged, and reorganized.

I'm also trying a bunch of new recipes, including making my first ever loaf of bread that is not a quickbread. Wish me luck.

Wax on, wax off, Wednesday.

SMD







Monday, February 27, 2012

The weekend that was

Driving to Atlantic City in insane rain

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Stringband Show of Show(s)

Sequins and feathers forever
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MFD staying up all night...but winning big at three card poker. So, yahtzee.

Like Christmas in February...seriously though, these were on the ground floor of Trump Plaza
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lack of sleep/hangovers/not drinking enough water/back spasms from asshole concrete

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Team Meatball

Plus Chris
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lots of quality time with the soon to be Sannellis

Almost mawwied

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Losing a lovely woman to a truly awful disease. Rest in peace Elaine Celenza. You will be missed.
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A1 hibachi for my mother-in-law's 60th birthday


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Oscars:
I'm not a Billy Crystal fan.
I love you Emma Stone. Why do you keep wearing ugly things?
The sound was awfully grating throughout.
I loved Christopher Plummer & Meryl's speeches.
I am entranced with Jean Best Actor's eyebrows.
Can Will Ferrell and Zach G host next year?
Melissa McCarthy, you crack me up.
Was Milla Jovovich taking xanax?
I wasn't in love with any dress. I liked Michelle Williams and a few others, but overall, meh.
Worst dressed: Melissa Leo, Meryl Streep, Sandra Bullock, JLo, Rooney Mara.
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the weekend that was

I'm tired. Is it Friday yet?

SMD

Thursday, February 23, 2012

No more charades, my heart's been displayed

You found out...I've got a crush on you.



Thank you, 1986, for introducing my current crushes:

CinnamonTrident - I cannot get enough. All other gum is dead to me.


6pm.com as a place to purchase shoes on the cheap with free shipping, I got these this week:


Anything and everything anti-Santorum, but especially the Hey girls



New initial necklace from Etsy:

Mexican food...it's on my brain.



Spring-like weather in February !!

Aldi's produce deals


Worst Cooks in America - the show, and Bobby Flay...not you, Anne Burrell.




Have a spectacular Thursday. Spread the love and share your crushes with the world.
SMD





Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Santorum supporters: come out come out wherever you are

Who is supporting Rick Santorum's presidential aspirations? No one that I know admits to it, and contrary to popular belief, I do know republicans.



Are Santorum supporters unaware of the following? I'm sorry, I have to draw a line in the sand over this man. I truly do not understand how anyone could support him.

1. Santorum has a completely antiquated view of women and their place in the world. He thinks they should be stay at home moms instead of making their own choices about what works best for their families. For an awesome OpEd piece on this, go here.

2. In the same vein, he does not believe women should be making their own choices about their bodies.

3. Santorum is anti-abortion, but also does not approve of funding for programs to help impoverished single mothers. Who does he think should pay for the children mothers can't afford to have?

4.  He believes contraception is "a license to do things in a sexual realm that is counter to how things are supposed to be." Did you guys get that? He is against birth control.

5. Santorum is disgustingly and hatefully anti-gay. How can a person with so much hate in their heart consider themselves a Christian, or be considered by people as a good leader?

6. He voted against raising the minimum wage eight times, but he did vote for his own raise. Thanks for putting yourself in your constituents' shoes, Ricky.

7. He believes intelligent design should be taught in schools as an alternative to evolution. There is no MFing alternative to evolution! It's a fact!

8. When Pennsylvanians voted him out of his Senate seat, he lost by 18 points, the biggest loss for a sitting U.S. Senator since 1980. Should you really be supporting someone who was so resolutely roundhouse kicked in the face by his own constituents?

I'm stopping there, even though I could go on. The very mention of his name makes my blood boil and then I can't articulate well, which is not very good when one is writing a blog post.

Santorum is scary - he wants to get into the nitty gritty of every citizen's life and dictate - by law - what they can and can't do. Do you want him in your bed? He wants to place government control on very individual and personal issues and impose his extremism onto the population of the United States. He wants to take away choice. Women, he wants to put you back 50 years or more.

Separation of church and state exists for a reason - have people stopped thinking about why this country was founded? When a faith based candidate wants to legislate his beliefs, that goes away.

In these uncertain economic times, I do not want a candidate for either party that's more interested in what I do with my uterus than in creating sustainable jobs and improving the lives of Americans where it counts - in the schools, in the courts, on the streets and in the headquarters of companies based here.

Republicans, how the hell is Santorum your front runner? What are you thinking?
The immediate backlash against Komen pulling funding from Planned Parenthood shows what can happen when people stand together and say I don't think so. Please, stand with me and say I don't think so to Rick Santorum.

Deliver me,

SMD

Monday, February 20, 2012

The weekend that was

A high school production of Romeo to Go starring my youngest brother.
I'm used to seeing him on the soccer field, so this was an interesting and very funny switch.
Great job Sean!

Sean is the Urkel on the right.
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Spending $65 in Target in 20 minutes



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Robbed of quality sleep on Friday by Gus. He woke me up at least 10 times, for nothing.
MFD and Geege slept the sleep of the dead.


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Crossing the Polar Bear Plunge off of my Life List.
Thanks Lori for plunging with me and Laura for being the #1 athletic supporter and bag watch.


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Sunday soup...chili in the crockpot

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Egg frittatas in a muffin pan for this week's breakfast

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Picked up a long loom set to get involved in some cheat knitting

God, I love that rug. Every time I see it it makes me happy.
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Raising $300 for Relay For Life of South Philadelphia at
Avalon Stringband's Third Annual Jam Session.
I am truly grateful to Avalon for the hospitality, support, and wonderful musical entertainment.

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the weekend that was

Other than that, most people are off today and I'm working. And hungry. And I could use another weekend. Have a good day!

SMD

Thursday, February 16, 2012

Thursday things


Holy crap, I've enjoyed the best oranges of my life this week. Yesterday I ate two. Dyn-o-mite.



Juanita the Weasel appeared on TheBloggess.com. Jenny Lawson, you are a hilarious genius.
If you don't follow this blog, you are missing out on the funny.





Deals. I killed it at Rite Aid this week, saving over $25 with sales and coupons.



Gus totally thinks he is a person.
 
Gussie got his teeth cleaned yesterday and was put under for the first time since he got his snippity snip snip as a six month old puppy. Needless to say, he survived...if he didn't I'd be locked up in the psych ward right now. He did shit on the floor when he got home, but that's neither here nor there, especially since MFD had to clean it up and not me. But Gus also lost four pounds since December. Good work Fatty McD, and also good work MFD for not feeding him people food all the time.




I have newly painted nails and toes courtesy of myself (OPI Strawberry Margarita for both, I'm usually not matchy matchy, but I was tired) and newly waxed eyebrows courtesy of my favorite asian man eyebrow waxer. However...I am concerned at the amount of people I see overplucking these days. If your brow is a thin line, put the tweezers/wax down, Baby Jane.




Cheerio!

SMD


 

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Love is gonna, love is gonna find a way...love will find a waaaaaaaay

Hark. Is this blog title from the glorious Love Song by Tesla? Recognize.



I am not giddy over Valentine's Day. I hate the overkill, the flowers doubled in price and the crowded restaurants. Le Dollar Store was impenatrable last night, it was like walking through a minefield of balloon strings. The commercialization of love makes me sour. And people saying ValentiMe's instead of Valentine's drives me right over the edge of a cliff in a yellow mini cooper.

But I do love you, dear readers. I hope your heart is full of warm goo. Buy yourself a cupcake and a coffee and pretend it's from me. For God's sake do not buy yourself flowers today. Wait until tomorrow.




To my love and my boys




and my family and my friends....I wish you love today and every day.
If I was crafty, I would've made 5982 of these (as seen on pinterest) 
and sent them across the land via pony express.


But that didn't happen. For those of you avoiding VDay altogether:


Wishing you tangerine trees and marmalade skies,

SMD

p.s. People using Fatastic dry shampoo: It's on sale at Rite Aid for $3.99 and there was a $3.00 coupon in this weekend's paper. Get some!


Monday, February 13, 2012

the weekend that was

Finishing the final book in The Hunger Games trilogy 
and waking up from the fog I was in from Monday to Friday under the influence of these books
Mockingjay, you disappointed me
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Crazy Stupid Love (Ryan Gosling, you are perfect), Moneyball (there's no crying in baseball, but I did tear up, just a little bit), Horrible Bosses ("Why did you put his entire bathroom in your ass?"), Water For Elephants (carnie movie, and I read the book which was obviously better)

Seriously? It's like you're photoshopped!
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wearing pajamas exclusively
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only leaving the house to go to Redbox
No longer a Redbox virgin after this weekend
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Whitney Houston, her gorgeous voice already destroyed by drugs, dying. Don't do drugs, people. Really.
Is anyone still unclear on what can happen if you start?
I'm sad Whitney took that path, but the incessant media coverage can stop.
She was not a saint in life, and she should not be one in death.
Whitney's Being Bobby Brown gems: "Helllllll to the no!" and "I gotta drop it on the one...a boatload."


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Sunday soup making - skinnytaste's baked potato soup

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increased efforts to rely less on packaged items by making my own bisquick

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tested new recipes for pumpkin smoothies, stuffed peppers, 7Up biscuits, and chocolate peanut butter pretzel balls. Let me know if you want me to send you a link to any of the recipes.
Pinterest people they are all on my I made it board.

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a month and a half into The Oil Cleansing Method, all is well, but I do have to work hard to forget all the money I've spent on facial products over the years...

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proud to be going on three weeks without using paper towels

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Thermostat Wars with MFD

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The Grammys
Stellar kickoff by Bruce Springsteen & the E Street Band. Miss you Big Man.
Welcome back, Adele's voice.
Not a huge Katy Perry fan, but her performance was like a middle finger in that idiot Russel Brand's face.
A+ to the Foo Fighters, Bruno Mars, the still harmonious Beach Boys, and the Glen Campbell tribute.
Blake Shelton, I like you.
Nicki Minaj, what is your talent?
Why is Chris Brown performing, and why are people cheering for him?
Are there people who are unaware that he brutally beat a woman?
Some things should not be forgiven, and that's one of them. The man should not be embraced.

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I actually scheduled this weekend in my planner to do nothing -
the days have DO NOTHING WEEKEND written across them


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the weekend that was


May this week be EVER in your favor,

SMD

p.s. Polar Bear Plunge next weekend!


Thursday, February 9, 2012

In 35 days, I will be 35.

I just thought you should know.

Happy Thursday. May the golden gods of work smile benevolently down upon you, giving you a productive yet speedy day. If you're off from work, please consider bringing me a coffee from Dunkin Donuts. The line was too long this morning.

Also, I want this hat.

Toodleoo mes amis,

SMD

p.s. Thank you MFD for cleaning off and warming up my car this morning. Doing those things myself makes me an angry troll.

Wednesday, February 8, 2012

A penny for your thoughts

Never be afraid to sit awhile and think. 
~Lorraine Hansberry, A Raisin in the Sun

I love this quote even though I don't normally sit and think. I do most of my thinking on the move - when I'm cleaning the kitchen (which it seems I spend every spare minute doing), when I'm walking to or from the train or the gym, when I'm wandering the grocery aisles, when I'm driving or when I'm cooking dinner.
 I took this photo of Rodin's The Thinker in 2003. With a camera that used FILM.

Recently, one of the things I've been thinking about is how much time I spend thinking about certain things. What? It's February, there's nothing else to do. Cut me some slack. What do you think about too much?

I spend a lot of time thinking about
  • Winning the lottery
  • Upcoming vacations
  • The perfect first sentence for a novel
  • The perfect title for a novel - I'm quite bad at naming things (see blog name)
  • Money and bills
  • Eating steak. When will I eat it next? What type of steak will I have? Great steaks in my own personal history (Bern's in Tampa was the best)
  • Meal planning, and relying on packaged/processed foods less as I stock my pantry
  • Bachelor Ben's flappy floppy frizzy hair and why women on the show are acting like he's Ryan Gosling
  • Imaginary downfalls of people I don't like and, on a related note, karma
  • Gossip Girl storylines
  • Organizational containers of all shapes and sizes
  • How nice it would be if I didn't have to work
  • Dry hands and chapped lips
  • The state of my nail polish, especially if it's chipped...then it turns from thinking to fretting and things go south
  • Peace - personally and globally
  • What it would be like to have a beautiful singing voice
  • Why we can't get eleventy million more teams signed up for Relay For Life of South Philadelphia (p.s. please sign up)
  • What I would do if there was a natural disaster and I was separated from MFD - he is the survivor in our duo. My main skill would be repeating "What the fuck!" over and over or standing still as a statue as fire spread until he said very calmly and slowly, "Steph - you have to move and help me put this out or everything will catch on fire." This may or may not have already happened with residual leaves and a gas grill.
  • How hideous the wood floors are in our house and how badly they need to be redone
  • Why people with penises think they have a right to tell people with uteri what to do with said uteri. If you don't have a uterus, I don't want to hear it. Ever.
  • My Mom Mom and all of the things she taught me and how much I still miss her and how I am a soup nazi just like her
  • What book I'm going to read next
  • Why birth control isn't free
  • What my dogs are doing when I'm not home
  • How Tuesday is such a useless day
  • My gray hairs
Eclectically yours,

SMD

p.s. This photo is from the same roll of film as the above photo. Three things: 1. MFD still talks whenever photos are being taken, the result still being photos like this one. 2. He still owns that t-shirt, and wears it. A lot. 3. Where is that scarf? I know I didn't throw that out. Let the hunt begin.


Monday, February 6, 2012

The weekend that was

Light the Stage for a Cure, a cabaret-style show put on by the Woodbury High Drama Club which raised $2,000 for Relay For Life of South Philadelphia

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Strike Out Cancer and Spare Lives, a fun afternoon of bowling that raised over $2,100 for Relay For Life of South Philadelphia


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The King's Speech and Ides of March

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Spring bulbs sprouting in February

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Sunday soup making - tomato spinach tortellini

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A Law & Order marathon

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Charleston Cheese Dip (modified) for a super bowl soiree


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A fun night at Noreen's with fabulous food, including Pat's awesome roast beef and some truly unbelievable pound cake

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the weekend that was


Happy Monday mofos. Already dreaming of being back in my bed,

SMD


Friday, February 3, 2012

Read me, and feed me 107 cups of coffee. Immediately.


I love reading. I am from a family of readers, it's just what we do. I love a book that draws you in, a page turner, one that you can't put down.

I'm looking at you. You kept me up. LATE.

I do not love when the page turner keeps me up way past my bedtime on a school night.

Coffee. A lot a lot a lot.

It would be wrong to Costanza myself under my desk and finish this book, right?

Happy Friday!

SMD

p.s. Continually disgusted with the Komen Foundation and their spin on things.

p.p.s Relay-ful weekend! Light the Stage for a Cure by the Woodbury Drama Club tonight and Strike Out Cancer Spare Lives tomorrow from 2 - 5. Let me know if you want more info on either!




Wednesday, February 1, 2012

Wake up ladies.

You are not equal to men. Across the board, you don’t receive equal pay for equal work. Your maternity leave is still a bit dicey as the FMLA doesn't cover those who work for smaller companies and guarantees only unpaid leaves. And still, STILL, people want to legislate what you can do with your own uterus. And they’ll put your health in jeopardy to prove it.

Yesterday the Komen Foundation announced that they are cutting funding to Planned Parenthood. Planned Parenthood provides an array of services to people who cannot afford to get them elsewhere, including cancer screenings and breast exams. Wait a minute…isn’t the Komen Foundation dedicated to improving the health of women, particularly breast health? Why would they break that partnership?

It seems that Komen has bowed under anti-choice pressure. Look…whether you are pro-choice or anti-choice is your business. To me, the bottom line is that we should not be placing laws on women’s bodies. Why this issue even exists is completely beyond me. And why the religious right is using their large numbers and tidy piles of cash to apply political pressure to what is supposed to be a women’s health organization into cutting funding to a healthcare provider is incomprehensible.

Unlike abortion, women's health is EVERYONE's business. I will not support an organization that is anti-women. In my eyes, Komen has just joined those ranks.

During and immediately after college, I went to Planned Parenthood for my annuals and exams because I couldn’t afford to go anywhere else. Contrary to what the radical right would like you to believe, Planned Parenthood is not an abortion house.

Ladies, I implore you to open your eyes and ears to what’s going on around you. Don’t just glance at headlines. Your rights are still at stake. Roe vs Wade is not set in stone. Jackholes keep trying to overturn it, and what do they use as leverage? YOUR HEALTH.

It’s time to push back, vocally and mightily, on your elected officials. Hit organizations that are anti-women where it hurts – in their pockets.

Newsflash to the assholes behind this and to the cowardly leadership at Komen: cancer doesn’t give a shit which side of the abortion issue you stand on. It comes for everyone.

I denounce Komen for putting politics before women’s health and bowing to political bullying. Women need you, Komen, and you failed them. I apologize in advance to my people who ask for donations for their Komen walks...The Komen Foundation will not get another cent from me, even if they retract this idiocy and fund Planned Parenthood again. Planned Parenthood, my check is in the mail.
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