Happy Halloween! via
"The American Dream Has Awoken"
“Brianna who is seventeen, pagan-pretty and dusky, is attending college by day and occupying Wall Street by night like some heart wrenching cross between Pocahontas and Batman, said that young people are entitled to an education without being bound to a lifetime of debt.” Whoa. Russel Brand is infinitely more poignant and articulate than I gave him credit for. Give it a read.
Flowers for Annie
Congratulations to my cousin Annie, who got engaged this week! I’m so happy for you Anners!
Quinoa and Asparagus Sans Pesto
Wandering around Whole Foods on Thursday, I tried to come up with inspiration for a creative meal. Something healthy and inventive but not difficult or time consuming. Something without directions to follow. In similar instances, when I have the time and desire to put more effort into the thought and preparation behind a meal, I make some sort of pasta with veggies and toss chunks of...
Lest You Think I'm a Crazy Cat Lady
The landlord says I need to cool it with the cat pics. Clearly he doesn’t know what he’s talking about. I can do crazy pup lady too.
Famous Last Words of a Redneck
The sticker reads: “Famous last words of a redneck: ‘watch this shit.’” Only in Shepherdstown, West Virginia.
Wherein Scooter Boy Renews His Nickname
Sometimes life calls for an impromptu road trip to Shepherdstown, West Virginia. The landlord has been salivating over scooters for months. His lust was kicked into high gear recently when one of his friends bought one, but he says it’s so he can drive to work without having to change his pants and shoes (unlike the motorcycle, which requires both). I’ve been saying no all...
I Am My Mother's Daughter
A friend of Pun’s dug up this photo of her from college: I know we have the same profile, but holy cow. I feel like I’m looking at myself. For those of you that need a point of reference, here’s a picture the landlord took while I was debating which necklace to wear the other day: Yup.
Botched Pasta Al Forno
I attempted to make BGSK’s Butternut Squash Pasta Al Forno on Tuesday for the book club I recently joined. (A local group of adorable mid-twenties girls, more on them later.) I had a gorgeous squash on hand from our farmers’ market that I specifically picked out with this recipe in mind. I ran out to our corner bodega for cheese, but they only had mozzarella. I was hoping for...
A Tribute to the Head Weenie
I have a feeling Freshy looks a bit like this guy today: (I’m officially this much closer to being a crazy cat lady. Freshy doesn’t even like cats. Why aren’t there pictures of pissed off yet adorable puppies on the internet for occasions like this?) It’s her birthday. She’s turning one of those daunting round numbers of the even persuasion. God, even...
#OccupyDC: Frank & Taco Edition
The creatures don’t care how you feel about capitalism provided you can make a cozy fort and are generous with your distributions of fish. Tuna, mackerel, swordfish, and sardines preferred. Throw in a cheese snack and they’ll even call you “comrade.”
Must. Have. Now. (Halp!)
I’ve been looking for a sweater with a southwest print for months. Years. Since 2009, at least. Which isn’t nearly as long as I’ve been looking for the perfect pair of brown riding boots (tall, slim, tobacco-colored, minimal heel, maybe a nice (yet simple, discrete) buckle or button or similar), but that’s another story altogether. I know what I want, but I...
In which Taco believes he’s going to surprise Frank, even though he’s conspicuous as hell and has several feet in height to his disadvantage. Gotta love his optimism.
Apple Cider Margaritas
I know, I did a double-take too. Apple cider margaritas. Does anything more delicious exist, even conceptually? I think not. Stumbled across the recipe this morning. Had to share immediately. Cannot wait to make.
This Angst Shit Ends Soon, Right?
Catherine Wisdom Nugget #237
“This economy is like hurricane Andrew. Something that bad can only hit us once in life.” Straight from the source.
Thank Goodness for Irish Livers
A quick rundown of Pun & Pops’s visit this past weekend: Friday was a rainy mess. Being the troopers (read: dedicated tourists) that they are, we slushed through the puddles anyway. Snagged lunch at a surprisingly decent no-name deli downtown and walked (yes, walked) down to the Mall and back. Did the Natural History Museum for a couple of hours before calling it a day and...
We Pick Our Battles Wisely
Changing sheets never seemed easy until we adopted kittens. Now it’s near impossible.
Reason #372 Why Self-Medicating Isn't Always the...
I gave the landlord’s frequent “you are the itchiest girl I know” comment new meaning on Sunday when I woke up covered in hives. Elbows, wrists, knees, shins — I was an itchy, scratchy mess. The hives taught me several life lessons. The first being that when you’re covered in inexplicable, unbearably itchy hives, it’s best not to give into temptation and...
Pun & Pops Visit the District
The parentals are coming! here! I have nothing more to say for myself because I scheduled this in advance and have absolutely no idea what we’re doing at the moment. Ha! Suckers.
Tuesday found me poking around Foodtruck Fiesta, marveling at what a great and useful site it is. Which led me to explore the various food trucks DC has to offer. Which made me hungry. And then I remembered there were lobster rolls on wheels to be had. Which made me salivate. And off I went. Shameless (shameful?)(unpaid) promotion: the Red Hook Lobster Pound’s lobster rolls are...
I know it’s all “haters gonna hate,” and “don’t be a hater,” but good god I fucking hate hipsters. I mean, really? Have you looked in the mirror lately? How the hell do you come off being so righteous and snotty and uppity and cooler than thou when you look like that? GROW THE FUCK UP. Via the ever delightful Duke. I miss you, Duke!
I came home from yoga the other day and couldn’t find Taco. We live in a one-bedroom apartment, so there aren’t many places he could be. I figured he was passed out behind the cable boxes again. A few minutes later I spotted him. Are you kidding me?! How the hell did you get up there?? Needless to say it’s an instant favorite. He’s spent a good hour or two up...
Dear Fall: Is there a reason why you’re taking your sweet ass time to grace us with your loveliness this year? You are so damn fleeting as it is — must it be this way? Before I know it it’s going to be an icy shitshow outside. I could really go for some sixties and sunshine, with fiery red leaves on top. Tell you what: you break out the crisp autumn air and I’ll...
Tea Swap: October
A few weeks ago Kim, the coordinator behind From Left to Write, introduced me to a tea swap on PaperbackSwap. I’ve raved about PaperbackSwap before and have been an enthusiast for years. Swapping tea on the site was a totally new feature for me. The tea swap is simple: each month you are paired with a new partner. You and your partner mail each other a package of assorted teas, with a ...
Brave New World
I’ve taken to opening the window during the day to let the fresh air in, now that the temps are a bit cooler. It’s deliciously refreshing. The first few days the creatures FAH-REAKED and wanted no part of the big bad window and the world of terrifying noises that lay just beyond. They’d morph into these skittish little balls of fur and zoom under the bed for security. ...
Last month NPR featured a story called Confessions of a Sriracha Addict. While I don’t think my love of sriracha qualifies for addiction, I am most certainly a fan. A HUGE fan. The article spoke to my delighted taste buds on a near spiritual level. (I kid.)(Sorta.) The spicy sweet potato fries are AMAZING. Fast, delicious, easy as can be — a winner on all levels. The gist...
Let’s take a moment to discuss how Frank and Taco wasted no time ripping into a bag of kitty chow within minutes of being left home alone. A bag that is twice their combined size, no less. Minutes.
Earlier this week Frank and Taco and I changed my closet from summer to winter. (It’s always a team effort in our house.) True to form, Taco found the nearest pile of clothes and promptly conked out. Frank, ever the explorer, mapped out the piles as they grew, strategizing which one to dive-bomb first. Needless to say, the exercise took about twice as long as it should have.
Or Chased by Frank, No?
The landlord bought me flowers. Naturally the creatures have spent the week feasting on them. The trick is to wriggle as much of your body as possible between the stems, so that your furry little butt and tail are the only parts visible. This always elicits the best response.
I made Earl Grey-infused brownies on Sunday. It was a spin off Gwyneth Paltrow’s fudgy brownie recipe, which calls for coffee. I’ve made them once before and they’re actually quite good (although while moist I’m not sure I’d go so far as to call them fudgy — there’s only so much soy milk can do). Two takeaways from my Earl Grey experiment: 1, brew...
Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.
As much as I hate jumping on the bandwagon, this is a phenomenal quote (an excerpt from Stanford’s commencement speech in 2005) from an immensely inspirational individual. You will be missed, good sir. via
Frank and I have a lot of soul searching to do these days.