bunny bunny hop hop

October 1, 2008 at 10:41 am (Uncategorized)

Every first of the month I try to remember to say rabbit rabbit for good luck. This all started because of the band of Jawbreaker and because I am a bit superstitious and enjoy being involved in anything that can bring me good luck or that provides me with a wish. Eyelash fall out? Sweet, wish away. First time eating something, don’t forget to make that wish. Birthday? Make damn sure you get to blow out some candles, even if it’s one lone candle stuck in the nearest confection.

Anyway. I thought I’d actually research the origin of this particular superstition since I enjoy it so much and use it for so many things. Googling something is as far I usually get when I’m doing my “research”. And so I’ve learned there are actually many variations of the saying, according to wikipedia anyway.

If you’re too lazy for googling you can see the wiki entry here

That is all. Happy October 1st Y’all.

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let’s get married in a big cathedral by a priest

September 8, 2008 at 11:41 am (Holy Squirrel Batman!, Uncategorized, white wedding) (, , , )

I’m taking a quick break from the eight hundred million things I have to do in the next five days to write about a few of them. It keeps me sane, like doing the dishes and looking at my backyard. Sometimes a girls just gotta blog about it…

Michael is still immobile, four more days. He is starting to be able to see things better as fluid is now replacing the jelly that was in his eye.

Yesterday Rica and I went to Linvilla Farms and purchased $220 worth of pumpkins. It was actually $250 but they gave us a discount. This is what that much money in pumpkins looks like.

They thought we were trying to steal them at first. Then I got to drive on the hayride back road. That was cool. We ate cider donuts and I bought a squirrely from the farmer’s market.

Once home I tested the spray paint on the orange pumpkins. It’s sort of magical.

The delivery people have been making me smile lately. Last week they delivered my squirrel topiary, Michael’s custom Chuck Taylor’s and today, just now as I was typing this, I got our cake topper designed by Middleburg on Etsy.com It is amazing!!!

And now it’s back to the reality of seating charts and playlists and menus and flower arrangements and programs and every little tiny detail that this wedding shindig requires. Cross your fingers for sunshine.

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I don’t think you’re ready for this jelly.

September 4, 2008 at 11:30 pm (Attempts at Adulthood) (, , , )

EWWWWWWWW.

This blog is a break from the Nova Scotia journals as I am getting married in count them, nine days, ah, ah, ah.

But…

In order to make our almost married lives more interesting Michael had to have surgery on his eyeball today. They had to remove the jelly part of his eye and then insert a gas bubble in order to heal his torn retina. It will take seven days of him laying on his left side for 55 minutes of every hour to heal. This means that he physically can not help prepare for our mostly DIY wedding. This means I can’t even yell at him when he doesn’t help. Awesome. No pressure.

We’ve been taking turns wallowing in self pity. We spent twelve hours at the eyeball hospital today. The anesthesiologist was a total dick to him and said, “I see you win the idiot of the week award”. Them’s fighting words, so he said, “I wasn’t fucking playing paintball”. Now is where I should go into why Michael had to make this declaration.

At his bachelor party on Saturday night, well sort of on the way to the bachelor party, which sort of was the bachelor party, Spano managed to accidentally shoot Mike’s eye out by shooting a paintball via a slingshot at a car that had a miniscule amount of window open. The paintball made it through the cracked window and directly into the side of Mike’s right eye. It did not burst, luckily, but it did do all sorts of damage to his eye, hence the surgery. So he spent his bachelor party in the ER. Doh. My poor baby. And he’ll spend the week before his wedding getting all gross and stinky and hairy on our couch. So yeah. Awesome.

Oh and I checked the forecast for our day, rain. Awesome.

I guess it’s a good time to mention that I broke a mirror on day four of our motorcycle trip. Stay tuned.

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I don’t like Mondays

August 12, 2008 at 9:05 pm (foods library, nova scotia motorcycle trip, travel toothbrush) (, , , )

Nova Scotia Trip Day Three, on a rainy Monday.

Day three may have been the worst day of the trip by far. I think we were starting to get to our breaking points, we were all hangry (when you’re hungry and angry at the same time, you may also use crungry to describe this phenomenon), and the weather just wouldn’t let up.

We started the day by packing up the enchanted forest camp, without seeing a unicorn horse mind you. We travelled into St. John, New Brunswick with high hopes for a nice breakfast and a good day of riding. These thoughts were shattered once we parked and immediately encountered a native with nic fits. He asked us all for a cigarette and none of us had any since (woohoo- six months!!!) none of us smoke. He found this very hard to believe and angrily yelled “None of you smoke?!” It was then that we knew St. John was not welcoming us with open arms.

We left the bikes with some trepidation and looked for a diner. After a few blocks we realized we didn’t want to leave all of our stuff and the bikes open to the masses and planned to move them. As we approached our parked bikes we noticed a homeless man admiring our shanty town packed bikes, specifically Michael’s bike. At least our instincts were still working.

Back on the bikes for a few blocks we settled on a parking lot where we’d grocery shop our breakfast instead. Something about St. John put the cranky so far into our pants that none of us could shake it and we decided to skip breakfast and hurriedly run our bank, gasoline and camping store errands and get on the road. These errands ended up keeping us in St. John for far longer than anyone should ever stay in St. John. I saw more homeless people there than anywhere else on our trip. The highlight of St. John was the camping store that also sold the Canadian equivalent of the boy scouts, known as the BEAVERS!!! Check out their scary and fascinating mascot:

Because the clerk skeeved me out to no end and because I was hangry I did not purchase any fabulous Beaver products.

Finally we left St. John, on empty stomachs and pushed on and it rained and rained and rained. We stopped at a rest stop/A&W restaurant to eat and rest.

After pitching a little fit I ordered the only two non-fried vegetarian things on A&W’s menu, the swiss cheese veggie burger and green garden salad. I love vegetables, especially dark leafy greens. I am obsessed with them. So when my shitty iceberg lettuce salad came out I pitched another little fit but then I shut up and ate the vegetables I could get. I also ate my scarily gray hued veggie burger with processed swiss cheese on it, only slightly bitching while chewing. Bill opted for the Grandpa burger since he is Pop-Pop. Eww, Bill, Eww.

We got back on the road in the rain but had to stop to work on both Jared and Spano’s chains. Jared’s chain and back wheel had been problematic for some time, Spano’s chain issue came about that morning. The boys were able to fix Spano’s but realized that Jared’s would need a hardware store for proper fixing. We decided to camp sooner than later since the rain wasn’t letting up and since we needed a hardware store for Jared. We found a campsite that just wasn’t right, they were lovely and pointed us in the direction of another just down the road.

After setting up in the rain and some bickering we got our shanty town up and running. Michael, Wes and I set out for the grocery and liquor stores. There we found plenty of cheap food and plenty of expensive alcohol. I guess national health care equals high ass costs for killing your insides with alcohol. As a foreigner I just couldn’t get behind these prices and opted to drink from my flask.

We fulfilled everyones grocery store orders and I bought precious vegetables and some soup in a box. We got outside and realized the temperature was ten degrees higher and the rain had stopped. I smiled for the first time in many, many hours.

Back at the campsite we realized that three beers had exploded in the bag. Three Mooshead beers equalled $4.50 of failure. I made soup and hot whisky tea and ate an avocado and a tomato. Happiness. Everyone else went to bed and Bill dried his socks, flannel and boots. Michael and I stayed up long enough to enjoy some fire and dry clothing time before retiring to our sleeping bag beds, prepared to sleep off any remnants of St. John.

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Raining on my helmet like a tragedy.

July 30, 2008 at 6:34 pm (nova scotia motorcycle trip, travel toothbrush) (, , , , )

Monday night I went to bed at Midnight and by 10AM I still couldn’t really drag myself out of bed. My diaper rash, okay so it’s not actually diaper rash as it is saddle sores or whatever, is finally going away. Soooo sexy y’all. I will have to highly recommend the following product. I was going to wait to talk about it in depth until day 8 but I have to go ahead and give it props now.

Anyway on with the show…
Nova Scotia Trip. Day 2.

We woke up early and begin to tear down our campsite. Spano found an REI sleeping bag inside of a compression sack and decided it was to be his. He left his bulky green bag behind and I left a note on it for future campers. We named his new bag Eraserhead baby because it looked funny in the compression sack. Turns out the bag was probably for a child. So far Spano doesn’t have any weird rashes so it probably didn’t have bugs.

All five tents were in this spot.

Packed bikes, minus Spano’s. From left to right: Michael’s 1974 BMW R90S, Bill’s 1983 Honda Silverwing, making Bill affectionately known as Pop-Pop, Jared’s 1976 Honda CB750F and Wes’s recently purchased from Michael 1985 BMW R80rt. Spano’s 1980 Suzuki GS550E is pictured above by its lonesome.

We rode for a while and then stopped for breakfast at Karen’s Kitchen on Rt. 1 in Maine. Unfortunately the parking lot was gravel and Spano had his first bike dump ever. He took it like a man. His bike was fine and only needed a light electrical tape surgery, making his bike look tough.

We enjoyed breakfast, no thanks to our waitress whom I began calling, “see you next tuesday magoo”. I had a lovely “Spinach Florentine” omelet. MMMM. It had spinach, mushrooms, parmesan and swiss cheese. They gave you the choice of hash browns or home fries but it didn’t seem to matter what you selected as they all came out with hash browns, yummy nonetheless.

We got back on the road and continued to drive north through Maine. Maine is freaking huge. In case you didn’t know. You probably did. We stopped for gas and french fries soaked in malt vinegar. There we were told the rain was coming.

We got back on the road but soon had to pull over and put on rain gear. Wes made some “gator booties” so his feet didn’t get wet. Ding, ding, ding, nickname.

The sky was laughing at us.

We had to pull over once again when the rain came down in sheets and the boys couldn’t see the road but we managed to get over the border and into New Brunswick, Canada. We met a lovely family among remnants of a town parade and strong man contest. They pointed us in the direction of a campground and beach called New River Beach Campground. OHMYGOD! I swear unicorns and fairies were going to emerge at any second.

The boys took off to buy beer and dinner in Lepreau, New Brunswick. They only found a convenience store so $100 was spent on the groceries and beer. Wes, Christie and I had purchsed wine before the border crossing and we indulged. Riesling with cheese sandwiches and tortilla chips. Mmm. Of course this was not before I got all cranky pants at Michael for forgetting my ginger ale. Even an enchanted forest isn’t enough for me sometimes. Hindsight equals wanted take backs. Oh well. 2 pre-made egg salad sandwiches were purchased and cut up. Jared got his fresh out of the rain sweatshirt into the eggy goo. Who knew someone could hate egg salad so much! It put me in a better mood to finally hear Jared upset about something. I think that was the last time though. So Jared should be known as Egg Salad to me from here on out.

I went to bed before the rain started again for the night while Jared, Mike and Michael went to the beach. Jared took photographs in the pitch black with no flash because he is talented. Check out his stuff and blogs here: http://www.jaredcastaldi.com and http://jaredcastaldi.blogspot.com/ I’m sure he’ll post his fabulous trip photos sometime in the futures.

I woke to thinking I had a wet tent and somehow made a stake pop out and part of the tent collapse onto me a bit. I made Michael fix it when he came back from the beach and managed to stay dry. It was quite cold though since the ground was cold and wet. If you’re going to camp in the Northern Untied States or New Brunswick or Nova Scotia when it’s pouring ass rain and cold make sure you have something to put on the ground under your sleeping bag. That is if you’re kind of a candyass like me. I get cold quite easily. Somehow I slept through the rest of the cold, rain soaked night and only woke up with a slight wine induced headache.

And that concludes day two of our travels to Nova Scotia. Stay tuned for day three, a day full of cranky pants and pouring rain. Imagine that.

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I would ride 500 miles and I would ride 500 more…

July 28, 2008 at 11:00 pm (foods library, nova scotia motorcycle trip, travel toothbrush) (, , , )

I am home now, 2900 miles, trench foot, diaper rash, and ten days later I am home.

Nova Scotia Trip. Day One.

I’m gonna do this day by day or I’ll be so overwhelmed by it I’ll just say fuck it and go put on some Boudreaux’s Butt Paste and hang out in my bed for several many hours.

On Saturday, July 19, 2008 at 7:30AM I embarked on a journey from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, United States to Cape Breton, Nova Scotia, Canada. I did so on the back of Michael’s 1974 BMW R90s. Joining us was Mike, Bill, Jared, Wes and Christie. In total we were a crew of seven people, five motorcycles. We were the new and improved vibrations for long periods of time crew, we were a force to be reckoned with. And our force was indeed reckoned with, many, many times. The reckoning came mostly in the form of downpours and thunderous clouds and puddles. I’ll get to that later.

We started the trip by hopping onto 95N to meet up with Wes and Christie. I ripped the crotch of my jeans, realized I had forgotten my brand new camera battery and charger and that I’d downloaded the incorrect Howard Stern Show. And then 95N was detoured for a bit. Good start. Bill suggested I purchase a Canadian flag patch and sew it to my jeans making me Captain Canada Box. Nickname number one.

The trip got off to an even better start at Pj’s Pancake House in Princeton, NJ. The most amazing thing about this restaurant is that it owns the url pancakes.com. And that is pretty much where the amazement ends for me. They were good, don’t get me wrong. But they were way more expensive than pancakes should ever be. I indulged in $7.55 pecan pancakes, two of them. Well actually I only ate one but whatever. I also indulged in $4.55 “mashed browns”. They were sort of gross. Mashed up home fries with green peppers and onions in them. So with my coffee I managed to spend almost $20 on my first meal. Whatevs.

After enjoying the twisty roads of the Taconic State Parkway and the sites of Harriman State Park we stopped just past Hartford, CT for a pizza lunch. Jared’s bike died and luckily it had just run out of gas. The pizza place scared me and gave me the vibe that their bathroom must have a web cam in it. The counter guy asked eight million questions including, “Which state is Nova Scotia in?” Yup. We also learned the term aftertizer, it’s trademarked. It referred to deep fried chunks of cheesecake. No one indulged.

Back on the road we had a few stops for gas but we made it to Maine. I also made it about eleven chapters deep into the audiobook of To Kill a Mocking Bird. On the way we saw a wolf running full speed on the grassy shoulder/woods of 95N. It was badass. My Dad thinks it must have been a coyote, even so, I’m saying it was a wolf. I can’t remember when the rain started but it did. It was just a little preview of the days and weather patterns to come. And so we rode in rain.

We made it to Wolfe’s Neck Woods State Park but couldn’t find the camping area. We followed some nice people, they were trying to be helpful but I think they were really just drunk. Finally we arrived at the check-in and were given a site to accommodate all five tents and bikes. Unfortunately our site had been pillaged already and we set up our shanty town on a much smaller patch of grass. After campfires, a hand carved pipe, picnic table conversations fueled by John Power’s Irish Whiskey, giggle fits and a few new nicknames we retired to our sleeping bags and let the exhaustion of 515 motorcycle miles wash over us.

And that concludes day one of our trip. I’m going to go pass out now.

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Fucking Kids.

July 4, 2008 at 12:20 am (Holy Squirrel Batman!)

Or maybe not so much kids. I don’t know. Still.

I ordered a self inking stamp with our wedding website on it. I also won a Monarch Kid Robot Figure on Ebay. Both should have arrived on Wednesday June 25. Neither did. Why? Because my stupid ass of a fill in, our normal post master dude is on vacation, mail man stuck the packages in my storm door. It’s a fully windowed door. Thanks. Douche.

Two wedding orders (Monarch was to be for a cake topper with Dr. Girlfriend), $40, all gone because some douchey doucherton couldn’t write out a fucking pickup slip.

In happy wedding news I got my prototypes for the invites today and I almost cried so you know. Whatever. I also priced out portapotties. Important stuff y’all.

I will be leaving to ride on the back of a motorcycle to Nova Scotia on Saturday July 19th. I am excited and also feel guilty for a. vacationing for longer than five days at a time and b. not planning a damn thing for our rapidly approaching nuptials. Nuptials is a good word.

Tonight we saw Wall-E. Adorable. Hearts. Cute. I want to go hug Michael and recycle something.

I’ve woken before Noon and mostly before Nine for the last two weeks. I am pretty much amazing.

Bedtime. But first here is Maalox. He rules.

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PILLOW TOP! SWEET, SWEET PILLOW TOP!!!

June 14, 2008 at 1:48 am (Attempts at Adulthood, Holy Squirrel Batman!)

In an effort to get out of bed at a decent time in the morning Michael and I took a trip to the Raymour and Flannigan or however and I do not care at all to look it up for the proper spelling outlet store. We scored a new PILLOW TOP mattress and metal bed holder thinger for under $400. We then proceeded to clean our bedroom and oh my heavens it was a trainwreck and a half. Cat hair that could’ve formed another cat, cat puke on things that were “lost” under the bed. Ugh. The floor was mopped for the first time in 2 years. I sorted through every last piece of my clothing. I own over 80 dresses. I could wear a different dress for 80 days in a row. That’s kind of retarded. Also, we are fucking gross. but it is done and we now have a sweet, sweet bed. It really is fabulous to be comfortable when going to sleep. I think about it when I am working. It’s my current addiction. Well, it and retarded expensive iced tea from coffee shops with a shot of some sort of fruity syrup and a little simple syrup mixed in. Perfection. I’m going to go get in my fabulous bed now. Yup.

Here are some pictures of squirrels that frequent my yard. I like blogs with pictures. They’re just better that way.

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we named our children after towns that we’ve never been to.

June 10, 2008 at 12:40 am (foods library)

The Memphis Taproom. A review with pictures and words.

I am so very happy that the Memphis Taproom exists. It’s really lovely, it’s reasonably priced and it’s within walking distance from my home. I don’t dig on beers but the beer loving friends that I have tell me the beer and the beer selection is as fabulous as Patsy and Edina, absolutely that is. I am a huge fan of their Pear Cider. It goes down a little too easily and as my friend Sue says, tastes like what she thinks a Jolly Rancher would taste like. It doesn’t really though but it is very refreshing.

Check it all out for yourself here: Memphis Taproom

Since I’m veg I can only tell you what I thought about the veg dishes. One meaty dish was consumed by Jake and I made him tell me about it. I think I understood.

Please excuse the dodgy photographs as my manfriend Michael sure hates having flashes go off around him in public. He gets instantly aggro and embarrassed. Dork. He had the vegan version of Fish and chips, that being Miso Tofu and Chips. It was pretty darn tasty but I’ve been told it can be a little too greasy so make sure you’re in the mood for the fatness.

Jake, the table carnivore, consumed the BBQ Pork Sandwich. This also comes in a seitan, vegan version. I have not tried this yet but everyone advises to get the sauce on the side because it is sooooo friggin hot and not so much in a good way. Apparently it’s all heat, not enough flavor. But still someone always orders it when we’re there so it can’t be that bad I guess. The pic was total crap and I didn’t want to embarrass Michael anymore than I already had. Sorry. It looked like pulled pork on a roll with a side of fries. Use your imagination.

Sue ordered the special vegan version of the Caprese Salad. Total appetizer so she had to get fries too. It looked so pretty. I didn’t taste it since there was so little of it on her plate. I feared she’d stab me with her fork. Kidding, of course. But for serious it’s friggin tofu and tomatoes, a few more would’ve been more to my liking for the price tag of $8.

Orsborn had the ALT, avocado, lettuce and tomato sandwich. It also has some weird brown sugary smokey mayo on it. It’s pretty tasty.

I’ve tried others a few times but never ordered it on my own because I am soooo addicted to their homemade veggie burgers. Usually I am so unenthused by a veggie burger but I am so very much enthused by this flavorful, perfectly burnt on the outside burger. It’s served on the fluffiest roll too. It’s like eating perfection on a little cloud. Or something. It’s by far my favorite thing that I’ve sampled from the menu. I definitely and wholeheartedly suggest it. You might want to ask for extra pickles too because the Patriot Pickles that they serve are top notch as far as pickles go and I know a thing or two about a pickle or two. Go get some pickles.

They usually have two vegan desserts on tap as well. I’ve yet to try them but I’m told they’re quite good and provided by a local Fishtown bakery appropriately called, Baked.

In short, get your ass on over to the Memphis Taproom.

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I told you there’d be squirrels

May 21, 2008 at 12:33 pm (Holy Squirrel Batman!)

In my insomniac wedding zombie state I found this on the internets last night. Oh we will so be having these at our wedding:

Afterall one of our themes is bird and squirrel. Any excuse to buy a squirrel topiary is a good excuse if you ask me.

Yesterday I had a bad day because it poured rain all day and I spent four hours soaked. Awesome. So after I dragged myself to the gym I took a little detour on the way home. I also stopped at the post office to pick up my amazon.com package. It was a good haul.

I think I have a problem. I think I like to purchase sweets and alcohol. I don’t so much indulge in them once they’re purchased though. Weirdo.

The wii fit came out today. Spano got one and I didn’t. I’m going to go kick him and steal his.

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