tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36773362143704681222024-02-07T19:32:50.156-05:00Sticky CandyA blog about the things and people that make me sparkleDaniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15874318500530898093noreply@blogger.comBlogger426125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3677336214370468122.post-59698011025512808292012-12-02T15:15:00.001-05:002012-12-02T18:15:04.676-05:00Music: Solange ~ "Losing You"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I love this! Solange (Beyoncé's rad younger sis) filmed this video with the colorful and fascinating members of the Le Sape society. Le Sape, which stands for Société des Ambianceurs et des Personnes Élégantes (the Society of Tastemakers and Elegant People), is a fascinating subculture of the Congo in which men dress in beautiful designer and handmade clothing while living in abject poverty. The Sapeur culture puts a heavy emphasis on high standards of smart dress and personal cleanliness among the Congolese regardless of any societal differences.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 24px;">If you'd like, you can read more about Le Sape </span><a href="http://www.racialicious.com/2010/11/12/les-sapeurs-gentlemen-of-the-congo/" style="line-height: 24px;">here</a><span style="line-height: 24px;">.</span></span>Daniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15874318500530898093noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3677336214370468122.post-27882897603086986302012-11-13T16:24:00.000-05:002012-12-02T18:14:00.826-05:00Brown Sugar CookiesThere have been some amazing things happening around these parts since entering Funemployment. <br />
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One such thing? I've started cooking and baking. While I understand that these two skills are the norm for most people living in <br />
<del>America</del>the world, I'm more than happy to order takeout from <a href="http://theloniousmonkfish.com/">Thelonious Monkfish </a> 4 days out of the week and subsist on ice cream from <a href="http://www.tosci.com/">Toscanini's</a> for the other three. <br />
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I kid, I do. A few months ago I was able to hide behind the excuse that I was "too busy to cook", but I have a lot of time on my hands now and frankly, it was about time that I stopped being lazy and started taking action.<br />
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I'm getting there, sloooowly. One of my biggest successes so far happened last Friday. My mother hitched a ride with a family friend and made a last minute trip up to Cambridge to visit me and my brother. As (my) family gatherings are wont to do, it expanded to include my cousin, husband, husband's friend, and husband's friend's girlfriend. I love that I, along with John, have created an atmosphere where folks feel absolutely comfortable popping in for a visit. I don't love that I never seem to have enough food on hand to feed them. <br />
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Tea time is a pretty big tradition for my family, and when 4pm rolls around if I don't have tea and a biscuit, there's hell to pay. Tea is never lacking in our household, but I didn't feel like serving my guests store-bought treats from the bodega across the street. For the first time since moving into our house (a year and two months ago), I had flour, butter, sugar, eggs, spices, and baking powder in large enough quantities to attempt to make cookies. WELL, they weren't a disaster. In fact, they were pretty delicious, and all 24 cookies were gone by the end of the night.<br />
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Because the cookies were such a success, I'd love to share the recipe with you. It's fast and foolproof, but I was pretty proud :<br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">1 1/2 sticks (6 ounces) unsalted butter, at room temperature</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">1 1/4 cups dark brown sugar</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">1 large egg, at room temperature</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">2 cups all-purpose flour</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">2 teaspoons baking soda</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">1/2 teaspoon kosher salt</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">1/2 teaspoon ground ginger</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">1/2 teaspoon ground cinnamon </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Preheat the oven to 375°F.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Place the butter and sugar in the bowl of a mixer fitted with a paddle and beat until smooth and creamy. Add the egg and beat well. Scrape down the sides of the bowl. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Place the flour, baking soda, salt, and spices in a separate bowl and mix well. Add to the butter mixture and beat until everything is well incorporated. Scrape down the sides of the bowl and beat again.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Drop large teaspoonfuls of dough onto an unbuttered cookie sheet about 2 inches apart and bake until the edges are just brown, 8 to 12 minutes.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Let cookies cool, then serve with some tea or a glass of cold milk. Success!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I hope you enjoy. xxxx</span></div>
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I really like Emerson Fry New York (formerly EmersonMade?) clothing. It's simple, clean, and so pretty. I'm pinching pennies at the moment, but it's always good to have something to work towards!</div>
Daniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15874318500530898093noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3677336214370468122.post-91797462566792818552012-09-17T11:19:00.002-04:002012-09-17T11:20:02.851-04:00Weekend Travels: New York, NY I usually don't travel much in my day-to-day life, but recently I've been making all sorts of trips to not-so-far-off places. I spent this weekend visiting dear friends in New York (Brooklyn and Manhattan to be exact) and experiencing what the city had to offer.<br />
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Cambridge is my home, but goodness I love New York. I love the kind of energy it produces--manic, magnetic, and buzzing. Oh--and the people--the people! Everyone is beautiful in New York, even if they're not. How is that? How does that work? Is there something in the water?<br />
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Maybe I drank the Kool-Aid, but luckily I like the taste of it. Here's a sampling of what I did and who I saw while I was there (<i>sans</i> photos because I am sadly without a camera and I'm not the best cameraphone photographer):<br />
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Visited my famous <a href="http://www.readingmytealeaves.com/">blog friend</a> (who also happens to be one of my dearest real-life friends).<br />
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Ate at this delicious <a href="http://vanhornbrooklyn.com/">sandwich shop</a>.<br />
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Drooled over the goods at this <a href="http://shopbird.com/">store</a>.<br />
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Ate at another <a href="http://www.goattownnyc.com/">delicious restaurant</a>.<br />
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Brunched at this<i> </i>other <a href="http://www.cafeorlin.com/">delicious restaurant</a>.<br />
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Then I finished off the weekend by having a home-cooked meal at my parents' house in Connecticut. Not a bad weekend if I say so myself.<br />
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<br />Daniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15874318500530898093noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3677336214370468122.post-88703735638400701512012-09-05T20:01:00.000-04:002012-09-05T20:07:12.331-04:00Portland, ME (a cozy city)I just had one of the loveliest weekends in a very long while. John and I took a trip to Portland, Maine to see one of his childhood (teenagehood?) friends marry one very lovely lady. I have lived in New England for 17 years. Somebody please tell me how I made it all this time without visiting Maine?<br />
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Portland is the largest city in Maine and unbelievably charming. Cobblestone streets, brick buildings, delicious food, and lighthouses. So cozy.<br />
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I had such a good time that I forgot to take any pictures, but here's what the streets of Old Port look like:<br />
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We eschewed the usual hotel joints and opted to stay at a B&B called <a href="http://www.morrillmansion.com/">Morrill Mansion</a>. Again, <i>charmant</i>. Morrill Mansion is an 1800s era townhouse that now functions as an inn. It's small and quiet, located in the heart of Portland's West End district. There are seven rooms available, homemade peanut butter squares, a huge DVD collection, and...wait for it....WIRELESS INTERNET. John and I stayed in the <a href="http://www.morrillmansion.com/roomburnham.html">Burnham Room</a>, located on the second floor next to the snacks :). As an added bonus, our innkeeper David was respectful, nice and full of good recommendations.<br />
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Everything I had heard and read about Portland prior to visiting indicated that it is a huge foodie city. I saw and ate nothing that would indicate otherwise. If you go, I think you should very seriously consider going to <a href="http://www.forestreet.biz/">Fore Street Restaurant</a> for dinner. Fore Street believes that "good food travels the shortest possible distance between the farm and the table", and their menu changes daily based on what is available that day from a community of Maine farmers, fishermen, and cheesemakers. I feel like Boston hasn't <i>quite</i> caught on to the farm-to-table movement yet, so this was a good opportunity for us to experience some local cuisine. I had sardines to start, John Dory for a main(e) course, and a peach shortcake/trifle-type thing for dessert. John had a tomato salad to start, roasted chicken as an entree, and a chocolate tart for dessert. It sounds so simple, but I do not have the time nor the words to describe the complexity of this dinner to you. That said, it's a great place for dinner. A word to the wise- go with a reservation. We went without and ended joining a line of people outside the restaurant who were waiting to be put on the wait list. I think we ate at 5:45, which is prime senior citizen time if I'm not mistaken.<br />
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On Sunday it was raining, so we headed out to the <a href="http://www.freeportusa.com/shop/">Freeport Outlets</a>. This is, as the name indicates, an outlet mall. It's also the place of the original <a href="http://www.llbean.com/?qs=3009633_pmd_google">L.L. Bean</a>. Sadly, we left with no fuzzy slippers or monogrammed backpacks, but rest assured--it's all there if you need it!<br />
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The wedding was pretty awesome. Our friends know how to throw a pretty epic party. Their reception was held at <a href="http://www.restaurantgrace.com/">Grace Restaurant</a>. The restaurant is housed in a renovated church and there are high arches and wood beams, stained glass windows, and a bar where the pews are supposed to be. The kitchen is on the altar. The DJ spun where the organist sits, and we danced the night away under the watch of some higher being. ;)<br />
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We got on the road pretty early the next day, but not without making a stop at <a href="http://portlanddrygoods.com/">Portland Dry Goods Co.</a> for a few souvenirs. I wanted to take everything in the store home with me, but since I am on a budget, I ended up with some Portland-made earrings. John ended up with a pretty sweet Western-style shirt. We didn't get to visit the Portland harbor islands, but this just means that we will have to make a return trip.<br />
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I would highly recommend a weekend in Portland if you have never been. It was such a nice respite from our daily life. I imagine it would be pretty awesome in the colder months as well--fewer tourists!<br />
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Daniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15874318500530898093noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3677336214370468122.post-57347907427624483472012-07-13T16:12:00.000-04:002012-07-13T16:12:39.111-04:00Well, hello! It's been a while.<div>
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After a wonderfully eventful year, I'm back to blogging again. I'm happy to be back. Stay tuned!</div>Daniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15874318500530898093noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3677336214370468122.post-62864235669564391592011-07-28T11:23:00.003-04:002011-07-28T11:29:07.275-04:00Dannijo Jewelry<iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/C2MK7Pasdkk" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><br /><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I <i>loooooooove </i><a href="http://www.shopbop.com/dannijo/br/v=1/2534374302128051.htm">Dannijo's</a> jewelry and their short film debut!</div>Daniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15874318500530898093noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3677336214370468122.post-17185434900604769422011-07-27T21:42:00.008-04:002011-07-27T22:30:09.513-04:00Angela Chase-isms<div style="text-align: justify;">We all love Angela Chase of <i>My So-Called Life</i>. She is <i>so </i>not a <a href="http://www.carefreewhitegirl.com/">CFWG</a>. Anyway, I stumbled upon <a href="http://www.thoughtcatalog.com/">Thought Catalog's</a> Angela Chase-ism for the week (written by Collier Meyerson, also author of Carefree White Girl), and it happens to be on interracial relationships. It's worth a read--and brings up some interesting questions and observations about race and romantic relationships.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Why the interest on my part, you ask? My husband is white, and I identify as black and multiracial, but that's another story for a different day. Read the article below!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic; line-height: 24px; ">Angela Chasisms: Existential moments when you feel like the way you’re thinking about something is exactly the way that Angela Chase would think about the same thing, so you like, think about it, like in that way, that like, she does. This week: Attraction.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 10px; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 10px; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 10px; ">ON ATTRACTION</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px; ">When someone asks you what your “type” is you know exactly what they mean and you know exactly how to answer. There is this entire coding system that we’ve adopted to answer that question without sounding, like, racist. When you hear someone say with a twinge of exoticism in their tone: “I like brunettes with <em style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; ">dark</em> features” you know that they’re talking about a “Jewish,” Moorish or, like, Middle Eastern looking person. They don’t need to <em style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; ">name</em> it. Or, someone will say: “Oh Jack? He only dates dark chicks. Isn’t that so weird? Would you have guessed?” That means that Jack only dates brown or black women and because it’s something to note, Jack is probably white. And yet, more often than not you’ll hear: “I don’t have a type, I just date whoever, I really am attracted to so many different ‘types.’” And on some level those people are probably telling the truth. But that doesn’t mean that they actually <em style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; ">date</em></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px; "> the people they purport to be attracted to.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px; ">Most times, when you actually <em style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; ">look</em> around, people date people that <em style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; ">look</em>like them. Intellectually, we all know that white people aren’t <em style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; ">only</em></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px; "> attracted to other white people. I mean, secretive interracial relations during slavery prove that people of different races have always been, like, carnally into one another. But when it comes to being publicly with someone outside of your race, it’s like, a thing</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px; ">I guess attraction is learned, like, <em style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; ">algebra</em>, or, something. So, then what about people that have been in <em style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; ">actual</em> interracial relationships? Are they trailblazers? Did they have to, like, <em style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; ">unlearn</em></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px; "> the behaviors so many of us can’t seem to break from? I guess, in a way, it’s sort of heartbreaking to think about all of these people that could be together that won’t, because they can’t like, step outside of themselves</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px; ">I once learned of this guy, James W. Rouse who developed one of America’s first “planned communities” in Columbia, Maryland in, like, the late ‘60s or something. His hope was to gather people from different races, ethnicities and socio-economic classes and put them together in <em style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; ">one</em> place so that the civil rights legislation of the 1960s could have proof that a pro-active, self-sustaining integrated society could, like, actually <em style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; ">exist</em>. It was pretty forward thinking I guess. I wonder how much it worked. A part of me wishes we were all forced to live in planned communities. I envision every town and city having these billboards all over the place (no longer owned by Clear Channel) where instead of a white couple drinking Corona there’d be, like, an<em style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; "> interracial</em> couple drinking <em style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; ">Budweiser</em>. And the slogan would read “The American <em style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; ">type </em>of Beer.”</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div>Daniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15874318500530898093noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3677336214370468122.post-16459415068842303422011-07-20T12:36:00.004-04:002011-07-20T12:46:17.895-04:00In other news...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3f2kBqFQK07ppuX7pmNlccBkGVfNVq2nll-XDYKXDXEr4037B4K6JOTOLtuKtIcCzY0P1yWy2fhTzQM5vKYAo0HwSLconVtjGfStrjXYrVKkhxBYO61AQPvbc88sskOo7tBBDODxY89o/s1600/267826_713791419128_1701994_37193212_4515794_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3f2kBqFQK07ppuX7pmNlccBkGVfNVq2nll-XDYKXDXEr4037B4K6JOTOLtuKtIcCzY0P1yWy2fhTzQM5vKYAo0HwSLconVtjGfStrjXYrVKkhxBYO61AQPvbc88sskOo7tBBDODxY89o/s400/267826_713791419128_1701994_37193212_4515794_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631476360000330290" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><b>It's husby's birthday today!</b></div>Daniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15874318500530898093noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3677336214370468122.post-60467948404250765472011-07-20T10:18:00.007-04:002011-07-20T10:30:46.375-04:00Want.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVoIImYnVQ7rzKHNpAiP7ASayWwhFKzkDjq9xLlkgbgwXXdayFIy8BqnHxALkqSlhVK1WVI8mha7lFq3t-jRJjNKB00JBinoUL050g07lkWnOskmH30mtFdmhDEPx1PeFppjmprQDpENo/s1600/fred+flat.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 233px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVoIImYnVQ7rzKHNpAiP7ASayWwhFKzkDjq9xLlkgbgwXXdayFIy8BqnHxALkqSlhVK1WVI8mha7lFq3t-jRJjNKB00JBinoUL050g07lkWnOskmH30mtFdmhDEPx1PeFppjmprQDpENo/s400/fred+flat.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631439723735233922" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">{<a href="http://us.christianlouboutin.com/shoes/flats/fred-flat-14837.html#product-detailed-view"><i>Christian Louboutin Fred Flat</i></a>}</div><div><br /></div><div>I would wear these every single day until the day I die. Sparkles! Louboutins! Flats! Everything I love in one shoe for only $595! HA. Unfortunately, I can't roll like that and because it's not my birthday, anniversary or Christmas, I probably can't convince my husby that I need these...unless I can--John? What's that you say? No? </div>Daniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15874318500530898093noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3677336214370468122.post-46196355596014578722011-07-18T09:12:00.002-04:002011-07-18T09:15:49.043-04:00Because it is too damn hot.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(64, 64, 64); line-height: 24px; ">“I enjoy being indoors. I enjoy laying on couches, snacking, and reading (watching TV). Summer sucks because it is the only season when, if I want to do this in the middle of a gorgeous day, people (my children) look at me like I’m a disgusting person. Well, guess what? It’s 90 degrees out there, it’s 68 degrees in here, and this episode of The Bachelorette isn’t going to watch itself.”</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(64, 64, 64); line-height: 24px; "><span class="source" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 1.5em; text-align: right; "><p style="font-style: italic; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; ">- Adam Scott, <span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><a href="http://www.ew.com/ew/article/0,,20398853,00.html">on why he hates summer</a></b></span> </p><p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><i>Truer words have never been spoken. HE IS SO WISE.</i></p><p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; ">{quote found via <a href="http://allthingsalishan.tumblr.com">All Things Alishan</a>}</p></span></span>Daniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15874318500530898093noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3677336214370468122.post-39290481754977103762011-07-14T16:05:00.006-04:002011-07-15T12:05:20.092-04:00Eau Flirt? NO flirt.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS8Qf9OXv-aVwznzO4pfkYsgOcCY8oC7_mq_GVpiRlDttb9SP1S4cRrg2CsDg1pfJRAdl_QjnAemL09d4p5ljByxUOKmytIerB4eWmQsyCX7RuR8pOKjjWLh_HKmw_H-93BN1i9euVeRI/s1600/flirt" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 151px; height: 160px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS8Qf9OXv-aVwznzO4pfkYsgOcCY8oC7_mq_GVpiRlDttb9SP1S4cRrg2CsDg1pfJRAdl_QjnAemL09d4p5ljByxUOKmytIerB4eWmQsyCX7RuR8pOKjjWLh_HKmw_H-93BN1i9euVeRI/s400/flirt" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629309688380831010" /></a><br />Apparently men become sexually aroused when smelling pumpkin pie and lavender, which led me to devise a really awesome equation that I am <i>sure</i> nobody has ever come up with. Then I made a love potion that I decided to market as a perfume using said equation:<div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>SEX= FOOD x FLOWERS</b></div><div><br /></div><div>Oh wait, I'm not that crafty. T'his morning while perusing the <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/">NY Times</a> {cover to cover...no, psike, I was online, reading only the fashion and style section while pretending to pay attention to the front page news}, I came across a perfume called <a href="http://www.harveyprince.com/products/details.php?id=hp03">Eau Flirt</a>, a scent that supposedly attracts men...and their penises. No, seriously. The perfume uses "ingredients like pumpkin, lavender and licorice shown to increase penile blood flow". </div><div><br /></div></div><div>Cool, except I know that smelling something that reminds me of pie only makes me hungry. But then again, I'm not a guy. </div><div><br /></div><div>I am more concerned that the general public truly believes that there is a perfume out there that has been created specifically to attract men because of pheromones and things like baked goods. WE ARE BEING DOUSED IN B.S., ladies! I understand that smells can trigger certain responses, but I'm pretty sure that NOTHING you spray on yourself will make someone fall in love with you. This person will may comment on how you smell nice, or nuzzle your neck with a little more vigor, but regular perfume would seem to do the trick, right? Or you know, soap.</div><div><br /></div><div>I think I'm insulted...but maybe I should be proud of the fact that I attracted my husband with just my natural body odor?</div><div><br /></div><div>Check out the article <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2011/07/14/fashion/skin-deep-can-a-fragrance-attract-romance.html"><b>here</b></a>.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Daniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15874318500530898093noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3677336214370468122.post-74540601436503175872011-07-06T12:37:00.003-04:002011-07-06T12:41:23.775-04:00How to settle disputes like a grown-up.Have a nice game of Rock, Paper, Scissors. Best out of 7 wins.<div><br /></div><div>Having a win after 1 round? Lame. A win out of 7? AWESOME.</div><div><br /></div><div>Plus, you sharpen your RPS skillz something fierce.</div>Daniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15874318500530898093noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3677336214370468122.post-19606142717986553072011-07-04T12:21:00.005-04:002011-07-04T12:36:01.825-04:00Happy 4th!<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Why don't you celebrate by wearing</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">this</span>:<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZpwUW3N9HDWZBUSb-NlI4YSPdLUq-k1lLgTWD57y9IzPQHdmHKVJTAwJg_wSu60gQxqkQmLCqSiOJgk3po0hmFJe-D2J3GSoYB4sG97WG_KTELp90H1_WinXiscgrgC5jizxufoyfvuM/s1600/110204_FinRaw158__93588_std.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZpwUW3N9HDWZBUSb-NlI4YSPdLUq-k1lLgTWD57y9IzPQHdmHKVJTAwJg_wSu60gQxqkQmLCqSiOJgk3po0hmFJe-D2J3GSoYB4sG97WG_KTELp90H1_WinXiscgrgC5jizxufoyfvuM/s400/110204_FinRaw158__93588_std.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625533921979022098" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">While having one of</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">these</span>:<br /></div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwvlpFaEY-vDlhyncEK0kzWGmRPVnQDCwT2ufYObsWnTizt3AvzpvWHtVaOj797iy_2zw2RUXdG4qcHlKBsW1lxVcNeKIQAEMtpk0MJowOtzvTrCpnqx05Fo8pWbWnkHhF7riLxm37Ky0/s1600/Ice-Cream-Cones.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 360px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwvlpFaEY-vDlhyncEK0kzWGmRPVnQDCwT2ufYObsWnTizt3AvzpvWHtVaOj797iy_2zw2RUXdG4qcHlKBsW1lxVcNeKIQAEMtpk0MJowOtzvTrCpnqx05Fo8pWbWnkHhF7riLxm37Ky0/s400/Ice-Cream-Cones.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625533344551769794" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">As you watch some of <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">t</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">h</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">e</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">s</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">e</span>!</span></span><br /></div></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL4WFp_PAodlq1t_uJ7taGtjOSr-GX8Eavw5nRyhZBXSO_qTLP3zVMPeSZf5slToPLx_kraQ522rB7uydvx8Wg63i5AzmK_gVuFCkQ6F-1e5kmmYoNBWGp4xDP2RXHdbVA7_qG8NOUCbM/s1600/fireworks-324x205.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 324px; height: 205px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL4WFp_PAodlq1t_uJ7taGtjOSr-GX8Eavw5nRyhZBXSO_qTLP3zVMPeSZf5slToPLx_kraQ522rB7uydvx8Wg63i5AzmK_gVuFCkQ6F-1e5kmmYoNBWGp4xDP2RXHdbVA7_qG8NOUCbM/s400/fireworks-324x205.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625535007748665202" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">{Just make sure you don't come out looking like THIS}:</span><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI1_hyphenhyphen3CkYN8SFl33jw2zUl8NUp2FeVx5TccNFx6fCjYWvZlGmgkQdc9gREzIV-yy3OSWymwDGB5aW4i9oJv8UcFIQOtZ_EMkyiBOOyd9rYz3JTCB8g47aclA5b01kAxJWxZeLg1MBC9g/s1600/american+flag+shirt.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI1_hyphenhyphen3CkYN8SFl33jw2zUl8NUp2FeVx5TccNFx6fCjYWvZlGmgkQdc9gREzIV-yy3OSWymwDGB5aW4i9oJv8UcFIQOtZ_EMkyiBOOyd9rYz3JTCB8g47aclA5b01kAxJWxZeLg1MBC9g/s400/american+flag+shirt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625536137389123938" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">HAPPY</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">4th!!!</span></span></span><br /></div><br /></div></div>Daniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15874318500530898093noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3677336214370468122.post-50452848799390646602011-07-01T14:05:00.004-04:002011-07-01T14:35:38.053-04:00On being a grown-up.Dialogue from a few nights ago:<div><br /></div><div><b>Danielle:</b> Ew. Come look at this! It's so gross. I think it even smells. Sick.</div><div><b>John:</b> How long has this been in there? </div><div><b>D:</b> I dunno...like, a few months? Maybe...six months? </div><div><b>J:</b> I'm not picking that up. This is your problem.</div><div><b>D</b>: Ew. EW. It's like a science experiment. I can't clean it, I'm scared.</div><div><b>J</b>: I think that it's beyond cleaning.</div><div><b>D</b>: Will you <i>please</i> throw it out? I cleaned your bathroom the other day and you owe me.</div><div><b>J: </b>This is not how this stuff works, this marriage is a <i>partnership</i>.</div><div><b>D: </b>Right...so you'll throw it out?</div><div><b>J:</b> How is this my responsibility?</div><div><b>D:</b> Because I cleaned your bathroom and <i>that</i> was your responsibility which <i>you</i> shirked, so you have to make it up to me. Plus, I'm only afraid of two things: smelly mold and spiders, and I have only asked you to kill a spider like, once. </div><div><b>J </b>{<i>holds up "science experiment" and proceeds to dry-heave}</i>: I've never seen anything like this before. </div><div><b>D:</b> You need to double-bag that shit. No, triple-bag it and then put it in a garbage bag. Maybe you should spray some Febreze. Oh, God, I can't even...</div><div><b>J: </b>Okay...Here's the plan. We'll save the lid, but toss everything else. I'm going to need you to hold the bag open so that I can dump it in quickly. Hold your breath, okay?</div><div><b>D: </b>No! Wait! I can't, I can't! {<i>shrieks loudly...glass shatters.}</i></div><div><br /></div><div>{<i>J, looking green, dumps the offending mass into the garbage bag, takes the bag and sprints to the trash room. The chute opens and closes, and I hear J take a deep breath and gag. He comes back in.}</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><b>J:</b><b style="font-style: italic; "> </b>I don't want to talk to you right now.</div><div><b>D: </b>Do you want some baked ziti?</div>Daniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15874318500530898093noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3677336214370468122.post-21036788603966794332011-06-30T18:13:00.003-04:002011-06-30T18:55:50.339-04:00On awkward exchanges.I am the Queen of Awkward.<br />...<br /><br />....<br /><br />.....<br /><br />See? That was just awkward.<br /><br />I'm just one of those people. I'm all like, "hi..." to someone and then cross the street in the middle of the conversation to get away from said person. RUDE. STRANGE.<br /><br />I try, I do, but sometimes an exhange comes along that has just SO MUCH POTENTIAL to be awkward. And my social ineptitude does nothing except to exacerbate the situation.<br /><br />Like the time I was mistaken for a white woman...<br /><br />Yes.<br /><br />It happened. Last Friday.<br /><br />In a passport office no less, when I was being fingerprinted (no felons allowed in the USA).<br /><br />BY ANOTHER PERSON OF COLOR.<br /><br />What did I do?<br /><br />Blinked a few times. Stared. Then I am pretty sure I made some awkward/sarcastic joke about my newfound racial/ethnic background which definitely did not seem to have the desired effect on my intended audience. So then I stood there as he took my fingerprints, feeling like a weird <strike>impostor</strike> criminal AND THEN I RAN. All the way until I reached the exit. And then I realized that I had left all of my stuff waiting on the chair and had to turn around.<br /><br />I'm surprised I wasn't escorted out in handcuffs. Or you know, sent back to Canada. See? AWKWARD.Daniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15874318500530898093noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3677336214370468122.post-39931239278473390942011-05-11T10:05:00.003-04:002011-05-11T10:12:13.246-04:00Turband<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6o7PZb_TscbZNJ_4IcbETWbMUtgcha0WJbGRt_wIwLlMkuYTaIilwDN6F_6H4LJxD68B09fJlzCbgrDSUM4NYtB7FtmkKpG9xIT6loSXX2YAEl46Z9TIxYCD0R2vJYpjUAkjkP_17P5I/s1600/051111100217.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6o7PZb_TscbZNJ_4IcbETWbMUtgcha0WJbGRt_wIwLlMkuYTaIilwDN6F_6H4LJxD68B09fJlzCbgrDSUM4NYtB7FtmkKpG9xIT6loSXX2YAEl46Z9TIxYCD0R2vJYpjUAkjkP_17P5I/s400/051111100217.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605459702340272866" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >{Classy bathroom shot from fone}</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Good morning, I am wearing a turband. To work. Yes.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Directions:</div><div style="text-align: center;">(1) Take scarf and fold them together so it looks like a triangle.</div><div style="text-align: center;">(2) Continue folding until it looks like a men's tie.</div><div style="text-align: center;">(3) Tie a knot at the front of your head. Feel free to tie another one.</div><div style="text-align: center;">(4) Take ends of the scarf, bring them to the back of your head.</div><div style="text-align: center;">(5) Tie, and all done!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Or...you can just look and see how <a href="http://www.manrepeller.com/2010/10/diy-your-own-turband.html">The Man Repeller</a> does it. Ready, steady, repel!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Daniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15874318500530898093noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3677336214370468122.post-70322950708611854542011-05-10T12:06:00.004-04:002011-05-10T12:13:19.271-04:00In the practice of law......I have learned that it is unacceptable to wear any other colors besides gray, white, black, and beige. <s>Screw</s> Sue me.<div style="text-align: center;">Danielle Fail Whale- 0</div><div style="text-align: center;">Legal Profession- 1</div>Daniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15874318500530898093noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3677336214370468122.post-78693102596560542782011-05-09T10:52:00.005-04:002011-05-09T11:47:46.805-04:00Crisp-y cravings.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs68oBVrWdr3eFaU48glPhVIk7nVxd_ewGUCvnqip9KjB0YVgPPcRR7fKKPTgBUpeOe0iU8mSVphQBOAMEupRiQUjeKjphd7u7Tgf_Czfr3Q8_j5JzcjGyvnFnEoEF7fjupsT2nYm3wAk/s1600/prawnnnns.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs68oBVrWdr3eFaU48glPhVIk7nVxd_ewGUCvnqip9KjB0YVgPPcRR7fKKPTgBUpeOe0iU8mSVphQBOAMEupRiQUjeKjphd7u7Tgf_Czfr3Q8_j5JzcjGyvnFnEoEF7fjupsT2nYm3wAk/s400/prawnnnns.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604741899432610178" /></a><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs68oBVrWdr3eFaU48glPhVIk7nVxd_ewGUCvnqip9KjB0YVgPPcRR7fKKPTgBUpeOe0iU8mSVphQBOAMEupRiQUjeKjphd7u7Tgf_Czfr3Q8_j5JzcjGyvnFnEoEF7fjupsT2nYm3wAk/s1600/prawnnnns.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >{sometimes walker's even has classy giveaways, like hiding a a 20 pound note <i>inside</i> the bag!}</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ></span>My post titles are getting funnier and funnier as I go along (really, I am so clever). So as many of you know--okay, <i>all</i> of you because who am I kidding, I tell everyone I come across--I lived in England for a glorious 2 years of my life, spanning the amazingly awkward ages of 9-11 (my awkward stage began and lasted waaaaay after it should have, but that's a story for another time. My awkward photos are ones for the ages, I tell you).</div><div><br /></div><div>Why is this relevant today of all days, you ask? </div><div><br /></div><div>Because who doesn't dream every day for a bag of <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Walkers-Prawn-Cocktail-Crisps-1-2/dp/B001CKAYVM">Walkers Prawn Cocktail Crisps</a>? A true prawn and cocktail flavor in EVERY SINGLE BITE. I mean, I cannot even begin to explain how delicious it is, but the name helps. I mean, "Shrimp Chips" doesn't quite have the same ring to it. Plus, since I am allergic to real prawns (and real lobsters, and real crabs, and real scallops), eating prawn cocktail flavor chips is a great alternative to death.</div><div><br /></div><div>Lots of people hate British food, but considering that my West-Indian, British-bred parents force fed me baked beans and <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Black_pudding">black pudding</a> since birth, it's only natural that I come out loving perhaps the most disgusting flavor of Walkers crisps created to this date. At least, that's what my brothers said, but they only loved the cheese and onion flavor-- not even the pickled onion <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Walkers-Monster-Munch-Pickled-Onion/dp/B003C1OMJE/ref=pd_sbs_gro_5">Monster Munch</a>-- just plain c&o. Boring.</div><div><br /></div><div>Hey! I like scones as much as the next person, but I also like curry and bangers...together! And chips for tea time! Who's with me?</div><div><br /></div><div>Too bad a <a href="http://www.ukgoods.com/magento/walkers-prawn-cocktail-crisps-p-247.html">48-pack</a> of these babies is $42, plus like $20 shipping. It's probably because they are all healthy and organic and shit. I guess that's the price you pay for wanting 70% less saturated fat.</div></div>Daniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15874318500530898093noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3677336214370468122.post-74670616558115866592011-05-06T11:07:00.006-04:002011-05-06T11:35:35.614-04:00Guess what?<div style="text-align: left;">I am being all sorts of grown up and attempting to buy a house with husby. Naturally, I thought that everything would fall into place, and I would have a house like this in no time:</div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggCAFFKAKiMQiD-OYvFs1tiw1sJuGyYXMGkS_q3Wvww-hoWGVsxH_S0MfQ3WiLAVy6tbJlRME2DJWv0EeooZdGe4PkR0oCFFEwAT-I8DgkoqHG4-TMPF9F-oan1dHXBLozRyMP8b_71eQ/s400/mansions.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 183px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603620973331830018" /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Naturally, we bought it, and we can't wait to move in and have a million babies! Psike. Fooled you, didn't I? Oh yes, and by buying a house, I mean apartment. A tiny, tiny apartment. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Seriously though, buying an apartment is incredibly daunting and a massive, <i>massive</i> learning experience. One of the hardest things that I have had to deal with is what I can actually live with and what will actually drive me crazy, like my willingness to entertain the fact that I'm handy enough to combat anything: <i>Oh yeah, I'll totally repair that hole in the floor on my own. For now, we can just put a rug over it!</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I've found that <a href="http://www.apartmenttherapy.com/">Apartment Therapy</a> has some good tips regarding purchasing a house, but I would love to hear about any tips YOU have for first-time apartment buyers. Any advice?</div>Daniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15874318500530898093noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3677336214370468122.post-38824661198090113602011-05-05T11:47:00.002-04:002011-05-05T11:49:27.603-04:00Yes.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP8n7kJgf5S5jXEWXrMlKTSUwACiDVrcmN1RfxeVYeIr-JNBLV3nZcyQOk0NGWxjnGK5kIkV4TaOas1hHl-MhIG0x-TRZC2KopMPmeqVTFhDBksiAPFxwsuqCBxYCdcyHZJyaes1L-EL8/s1600/img-missoni_155623835707.jpg_article_singleimage.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP8n7kJgf5S5jXEWXrMlKTSUwACiDVrcmN1RfxeVYeIr-JNBLV3nZcyQOk0NGWxjnGK5kIkV4TaOas1hHl-MhIG0x-TRZC2KopMPmeqVTFhDBksiAPFxwsuqCBxYCdcyHZJyaes1L-EL8/s400/img-missoni_155623835707.jpg_article_singleimage.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603259262274978530" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >{<a href="http://www.vogue.com/vogue-daily/article/next-up-from-target-come-september-a-collaboration-with-missoni/">Vogue</a>}</span></div><div style="text-align: center;">Target's newest designer collaboration? MISSONI. YES.</div>Daniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15874318500530898093noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3677336214370468122.post-51843833853117113742011-05-05T10:40:00.003-04:002011-05-05T10:49:36.054-04:00Calvin and Hobb(i)es.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJcpGRO_N31hyphenhyphennGBGWQ3POuFW40pNOs0fS6jO3dPJb0ot32Q9ju7Sfd2AYSKGipzXsabN3y_-gIDpp69VeEIvhZsc_ddHvi5oRGqifS-W6tVcPzXOHN5r55YSxuiMGzz7_DuLckPc_ejY/s1600/1304606693176+%25281%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJcpGRO_N31hyphenhyphennGBGWQ3POuFW40pNOs0fS6jO3dPJb0ot32Q9ju7Sfd2AYSKGipzXsabN3y_-gIDpp69VeEIvhZsc_ddHvi5oRGqifS-W6tVcPzXOHN5r55YSxuiMGzz7_DuLckPc_ejY/s400/1304606693176+%25281%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603243750276756242" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">{Are you impressed?}</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>I am lonely. Husband took a new job which requires him to be in Virginia for the entire month of May (cue sobs in fetal position). However, I have discovered several new things to keep me happy. Like spending 3 hours playing with the Vignette phone application for my Android and pondering important meaning-of-life questions like: "Is drowning onstage still a magic trick if you weren't planning it?"<div><br /></div><div>I LOVE HOBBIES.</div><div><div><br /></div></div>Daniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15874318500530898093noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3677336214370468122.post-55120781540621499032011-05-03T12:22:00.001-04:002011-05-03T12:24:21.035-04:00Hay thar.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0I8oN-suiCZYEq6uPObbznBc7jWQACBIAEL58TeTr3pcLX_E1tBsng977xl2p72tFUOYPHvkh_IhORf0x1SVZRywFz1ZKfXIBuBN6W6iyKdYokPrJrygCLyUzLOxYx-4No9Gwoo_fvPE/s1600/tumblr_lezr99sOLX1qaouh8o1_400.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0I8oN-suiCZYEq6uPObbznBc7jWQACBIAEL58TeTr3pcLX_E1tBsng977xl2p72tFUOYPHvkh_IhORf0x1SVZRywFz1ZKfXIBuBN6W6iyKdYokPrJrygCLyUzLOxYx-4No9Gwoo_fvPE/s400/tumblr_lezr99sOLX1qaouh8o1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602526293418780178" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Care to <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Visit-Goon-Squad-Jennifer-Egan/dp/0307592839">read</a> along?</div>Daniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15874318500530898093noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3677336214370468122.post-64825460893185430512011-05-03T10:57:00.002-04:002011-05-05T10:50:23.459-04:00Oh Land<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/f5KgZK_dvXI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;">This lady has been making the rounds (and playlists).</div>Daniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15874318500530898093noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3677336214370468122.post-4540070338848740612011-05-02T11:57:00.004-04:002011-05-02T12:00:31.023-04:00Braid inspiration<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4qQKE6Y64OW716gCzpkf9QJ0FyyEnqm9PUqTHiazPBLjtrq1T2VMD8xuEaJmUtu6Wn-yPcdVGYa-jMN2lpYSjQFgvxGfX9bOgImW6uM7GpgLp3ohejuBBO0PrF1WyQuj12SqvJIrX22w/s1600/braided-hairstyles.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 206px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4qQKE6Y64OW716gCzpkf9QJ0FyyEnqm9PUqTHiazPBLjtrq1T2VMD8xuEaJmUtu6Wn-yPcdVGYa-jMN2lpYSjQFgvxGfX9bOgImW6uM7GpgLp3ohejuBBO0PrF1WyQuj12SqvJIrX22w/s400/braided-hairstyles.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602148709546020418" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>{photos from <a href="http://jeanasohn.blogspot.com/">Jeana Sohn</a></i>}</span></div><div style="text-align: center;">Love these braids...maybe one day I will be able to attempt some on my own head!</div>Daniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15874318500530898093noreply@blogger.com0