Category Archives: Finds

New Possessions

Naturally, the day after I write about family dinner, we end up going home.

For dinner.

The Universe is just tricky like that.

Not that I’m complaining.  I was in absolutely no mood to cook.  And Olive Chicken and a Baked Potato with few glasses of Champagne is always better than take-out.

I’ll do pretty much anything for a good, salt-crusted spud with a glass of bubbly.

How classy, I know.  Part of me wonders if I’m setting the bar too low, but I just have this feeling that I’m not the only girl in this boat.

I don’t know about y’all, but whenever I go home, I invariably return to our place with an armful of mail and a bag full of new possessions.

Marcus loves this.  Obviously.

And this week was no exception.

I know.  I KNOW.  Please try to contain yourselves.

They don’t just make barrettes like that anymore.

Hell, I don’t think they’ve made barrettes like that for the last 15 years.  So that’s precious cargo.

When I discovered them in one of Mom’s Keep/Toss boxes, I snatched them out immediately.  There’s just so much…potential right there.

Do I wear them to theme parties?  Ironically?  Unironically?  Do I match them to things?  Match things to them?  The choices are endless, really, and I haven’t even gotten warmed-up.

Watch out world.

Did you rock the barrette when you were a pup?

What’s one ridiculously material object you miss from 1997?

Verdict: Recommend

Besides the part where Marcus almost violently elbowed me in his sleep, I would say chocolate chips in-bed were entirely without ill-effect.

Verdict: Recommend

Other recommend?  Ordering a vegetarian burrito bowl at Chipotle with a  half scoop of rice and all of the veggie fixins you can handle.  The crazy look I got from the guy when I asked for more lettuce was not appreciated (to give him credit, I’m guessing this isn’t a regular request at Chipotle), but it was a perfect dinner. 

For the record, this week just hasn’t been our week for cooking dinner.

Tonight, Marcus and I moved the remainder of the crap out of my apartment, vacuumed and sprayed the place down.  I do my walk-through on Saturday morning, and then, I’m completely done.  To say the least, it feels fantastic.

What doesn’t feel fantastic is the fact that half of Marcus’ man cave is full of boxes.  It’s safe to say that emptying those out and storing/giving away/throwing out what’s inside of them will be my big project of the weekend.

And because she gives me the kicks, I have another Google Reader confession for y’all.  When you’re bored at work, be sure to look-up Faux Fuschia.  Anyone who “actions” dinners and refers to Jackie as Our Leader is worth the time.

Eyebrow Emergency

I have a little tale for you all tonight since I’m currently celebrating the loss of another two pounds by descending into a post-Broeder’s food coma. Eating the best tira misu in the city is the reason I keep on running…you know?

ANYWAY, I woke up this morning and peeked in the mirror, as I am given to doing every daybreak.

And I proceeded to have the horrifying realization that my left eyebrow looked TOTALLY DIFFERENT than my right. This was shocking and problematic for obvious reasons.

Naturally I went for the pink tweezers that I permanently borrowed from Maari during our freshman year of college.

Did I mention that I love those things? Because I kind of do. And they’re pink.

If I had to be stranded on a desert island (or cast for Survivor), it’s entirely plausible that I would choose those tweezers for my one item.

But anyway, I picked them up at 6 AM, attempted to wrangle my eyebrows into some sort of workable shape (like seriously, judging from today’s experience, I’ve let myself go…), and then had to remember the key tenet of tweezing.

PUT THE TWEEZERS DOWN.

Otherwise, you end up drawing those suckers on.  Which is obviously, realistic. And flattering.

…DO NOT WANT.

So I gently replaced them in my medicine cabinet. A safe place, where my face won’t be and can’t be mangled.

We’ll check out the aftermath in the morning and see what shape my left eyebrow really is.

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It takes two.

I know, I know, I’m so shopping heavy lately. Consider yourselves warned, tomorrow isn’t going to be much better.

I rolled over to Kohl’s this morning because last year their Memorial Day sale was actually, really good.  Today, I went, bought two tops for work, got them home and now have decided that I hate them and will be returning them at my earliest opportunity.  Possibly today, still.  Whatever.  If it’s not worth it, it’s not worth it.

So what could be right and good about the world?

Roll with me.

Y’all should know that when I find a top I love at Target, I usually buy two (in different colors), that way I can destroy one and not be heartbroken.  I have two shawl-collar Merona sweatshirts (in purple and dark gray) and two Mossimo cowl-necked brunch sweaters (in black and gray).  But only when it’s really worth it.  If you have the “buy two” intuition, it would be best for you to listen to that.

So I’ve been coveting the sweater on the right, from Anthropologie for the last…month or so because, you know, it’s $78.  $78 = Coveting.  And then, yesterday while I was at Target, I found the sweater on the left.  For $18.  I bought two.  Red and gray.

I post this with the full-knowledge that it is now entirely possible that everyone I know will go out and buy it and we’ll all run into each other wearing it.  For what it’s worth, it will be fabulous.

Get it.

Uno, dos, tres…quatorze?

First off, can I just say that I LOVE knowing that I am not the only human being on the planet who is forced to carry her man’s things while adventuring?

Strength in numbers.

Second, a tidbit I need to share with y’all because every time I tell someone about this I get super-confused responses.

I play the bassoon.  Even Lindsey was like, totally aghast at this.  And she knows most-everything about me.  I’ve been taking lessons for the past two weeks because on June 1st, we’re doing a Mr. Holland’s Opus-style shindig for my high school band director, who is retiring.  In case you were wondering, June 1st in Plymouth has, by proclamation, been named Chip Williams day.  That’s what you learn to expect from the #1 small town in America.  All of that aside, I like playing the bassoon.  Relative to most bassoon players I’m actually good at playing.  And now that I’ve started playing it…again, I’m a little bit more than kind-of horrified at the prospect of having to give it up…again.  So right now I’m at the beginning of the process of determining how to not-have that happen…again.
Third, the other dress arrived today.  And it’s absolutely gorgeous.  It’s the same material as the dress I’m wearing to the reception, but otherwise this dress is 100% not the same at all.  And, most importantly, it fits.  I’ll be wearing it to our engagement party on the 12th :)   And to our rehearsal dinner :)   And, hell, because it’s so freaking pretty, probably a wedding shower or two :)   But, like I promised you all, tomorrow morning you’ll finally get to see what the ladies in my wedding party would have picked for me to wear to the engagement party as well!

And last but not least, the winner of the Tenaciously Yours, Birthday Giveaway is Kt B!  Congratulations lady – you have seven days to send your mailing address to tenaciouslyyourskw at gmail dot com and I’ll ship that lovely mini-skinny your way!

Fridge Friends

Yesterday was brought to you all by PMS (for the record, I got Buffalo Wild Wings to-go) and today is brought to you all live from the Uptown Hair District.  Thank God for wireless internet.

I know, I know, I haven’t been Grocery Shopping Challenging you all lately, mostly because I’m totally bored with it and I feel that my purchases have been on the whole, entirely mundane.  Perhaps when I start buying fresh produce from the farm stands.  But I did decide to make the big (and most obviously exceptionally daring) leap last week and do a taste-test of some different yogurts to see what I could do to broaden my refrigerator’s reperatoire.

So here’s how it went in order of least favorite to ohmigodIcan’tlivewithoutthisinmylifeforonesecondlonger.  Take my opinions seriously because you know I am the definitive source on information of this nature…hahaha…NOT.  But seriously, this is how it went.

Trader Joe’s French Village

The flavor wasn’t bad but it kind of had the consistency of goo, which was a little bit disconcerting.  I’d take the normal TJ’s nonfat plain for my parfaits any day over this little creation.

Fage 2% with Honey

The honey aspect was kind of festive.  I think the concept was that you were meant to hold the honey resevoir to warm it up and then dip your spoon from that into the yogurt.  Which, for the record doesn’t actually work the way you’d envision it too.  I also ask you at this point to think about all the experiences you’ve had with eating honey.  IT ENDS UP EVERYWHERE.  No bueno.  The Fage was definitely thick and kept me full for the remainder of my day (I ate it at 11 am and hungered not from that point forward).  However, at 180 calories for that puppy, I would really only choose it if I were pairing it with a salad/piece of fruit/granola bar for a meal.

Trader Joe’s Organic Greek Style Nonfat Yogurt

This was the yogurt that made me go, Holy Freaking Crap and nearly inspired me to leave my office to go on a quest for more at that very instant.  Like, what’s a girl supposed to do?  Seriously.  The thickness was spot on and the flavor was incredible.  Vanilla flavor in general is pleasing to the palate, but vanilla bean is always totally off the radar.  I understand why food bloggers everywhere eat this stuff like it’s their job.  I’m fairly certain that given the opportunity if nutrients and calories were a non-issue, I would eat this every day with every meal.

So yes, it is entirely safe to say that more of that glory will be coming home with me in my grocery bag tomorrow.

Just another “What Happened? Wednesday”

Good evening friends,

My apologies for last night’s brief post.  The rest of the fashion show?  Totally disappointing.  Not enough different sets, too much time spent on no-name girls trying to get one ferosh strut down the runway.  The high point?  The guac + sauvignon blanc we were sippin.
 
Side note: If you don’t know how to walk a runway, now is the time to do some soul-searching because that means ALL of the time you spent in front of the television watching America’s Next Top Model or Project Runway was a waste.  Yes, it’s my job to dish the tough love.
 
In other news, I spent much of my day vaguely resembling a brunette Mufasa.  The static my hair carried today is absolutely incredible.  It wispsed around, floated into my eyes, tickled my neck and fell into strange pieces on my shoulders.  Bad.news.bears.
 
My evening?  Dedicated to laughing my pants off with Mads, Marth and Katie* (yes, girl, you get an asterisk because I always say your full name, but you know I don’t want you gettin’ googled and someone finding you ’round these parts) over men, the sassy nickel allergy rash I am still sporting (Yes Mads, the neosporin DID end up stinging, no I don’t think it was working), and the fantastic eats we dined upon.  I had never had an Arnold’s Thin sandwich experience and let me tell you, it left me with FAR more space for tasty sandwich insides.  This is a good development.
 
On an aside, if I may take a moment to share a fabulous find with you, if you haven’t tried Trader Joe’s Cranberry Chevre log yet (I am SO hoping it wasn’t a Pilgrimager item), do so.  It’s lower cal than, say, a sharp cheddar I’m so fond of (its a goat cheese) and judging from the snacks I’ve had pre-dinner this week (I swear – normal snack size!), it is SUPER DUPER filling.  Yet totally delish.  Check it.
 
Tenaciously Yours,
kat
 
p.s.  I’m testing out this whole “signing it” thing.  So be prepared to see lots of different (pathetic) attempts to see if one of them sticks.  Or have the whole thing just disappear again.  Feel free to rant or rave.