this is the stuff weekends are made of

friday night: fancy dinner and the symphony- just lovely and spent in such good company.

saturday day: clubbin'it up ladies night- like really- ladies night


sunday: brunch with good friend and lunch directly after with other friends and one outside concert with brandi carlile.


lots of music, food and friends.

butternut squash medicine

i woke up with the worst headache this morning, probably due to working out last night, not drinking a drop of water and well...a few other things. i took some advil and being the extremely dedicated student that i am, i dragged myself to school. the florescent lights were KILLING me, so i took some more advil, drank a coke (or 4), applied tiger balm (the REAL deal), grabbed janelle and went to trio cafe. and this people, this is what finally made the headache go away:

my barbie

thanks for keepin' it real body shop.
RIP Anita Roddick- radical, revolutionary and founder of body shop.

hippies suck

okay most of you know that i love the underdog and will fight tooth and nail for the underprivileged. i love minority populations or those that have had their power stripped from them. but everyone has their limits. mine: hippies. i just don't get it. i recognize that this is totally prejudice, but hear me out. they are totally underprivileged by choice! basically their philosophy is to strip their own power. um... i don't get that. i mean don't get me wrong, i think the word 'power' can be scary too and that if used incorrectly can disenfranchise people for the the benefit of others and that, my friends is wrong. so the idea of living communally is actually somewhat attractive to me, you know "it takes a village" attitude, it's nice. however, this is what i consistently find with the hippies: little dirty, little lazy and smoke way too much pot = i'm bored of you and don't feel that you are really contributing. last night some friends and i went to this little concert thing and it was at this gross hippie place. sher had to use the bathroom, so we ventured to find if there was actually going to be a working toilet. we found said bathroom, which was a single stall. there was someone in there and i heard her flushing numerous times. hippy woman came out of bathroom stall and said with her face all scrunched up, "i did a doody."
ew. please don't say that. ever. i wasn't sure why she was telling me this, so i said, "oh, well did it flush?" cause i wasn't about to walk in there if she left a special present. "yea, yea it flushed but it's not going to smell like petunias or anything." okay. thanks for the info. she then went into her home. that's right, her home. cause she lived there. the bathroom was disgusting by the way and i suggest sherry get caught up on her hep shots. so yea, communal also for some reason seems to mean dirty. use a toilet brush people. please.
on a lighter note we were very entertained by the show. here's a little taste of what you missed.


she's amazing. and not a hippie. a lovely midwestern woman, who sure as hell can entertain.

seriously hormonal

okay so on Tuesday at work i saw that a co-worker had painted his office and it looked so nice that tears welled up.
the next day i started thinking about how depressing my birthday was last year (29) and i lost it for like 20 minutes.
today i rented Nim's Island and bawled through almost the whole thing.
woa.
real, real emotional.
but seriously it was a really touching movie and jodi foster is in it, who doesn't love her? (and if you are someone who doesn't love her, please don't tell me, i'll probably cry about it)

oh then while doing this blog i listened to a song by Vijay Kishore, called Never Ends- so beautiful, lost it all over again. thanks jessica. but seriously thank you cause i loved it and he sounds thom yorkish, which i can never get enough of.
sigh. what is a period girl to do?

whatever gets you to sleep at night

because i'm obviously neurotic and cannot practice mindfulness, i need a little (or a lot) of pharmaceutical help to sleep at night. during most times in my life i would be opposed to this much medication just to get a solid 8, but since i was quickly turning into a crazy werewolf person, drastic measures had to be taken. BTW- what is up with the word werewolf? shouldn't it be warewolf? or perhaps we are all just saying it wrong. stupid english.
my very expensive dream inducer:


seriously this recipe, if i were paying full price for these puppies, (but I'm not since i have poor people med assistance and free samples) would probably cost me about $450 per month. which would mean i would be both crazy and seriously sleep deprived. does this seem right to anyone besides pharmaceutical people, i mean really.

my love of pork products might frighten and/or intimidate others

i am so bored today! note this is my second blog of the day. anyway i have had a hankering for a BLT lately, so today was the day, what with all this time on my hands i figured i could slave over the stove for 5 minutes. this is what MY BLT can do: WIN!

first- use white bleached flour bread because it basically cons your system into believing you are eating raw sugar (because you really are, only in tricky bread form)
second- fry bacon
third- toast sugar bread
fourth- ever so gently add very small amount of miracle whip on both pieces of bread (not too much or it's weird).
fifth- add one slice of pepper jack cheese, which will get melty on warm toasted bread.
sixth- slice tomatoes and salt and pepper (with fresh cracked pepper- no need to get sloppy)
seventh- top with arugula.

seven easy steps to heaven.

EAT IT! LOVE IT!
your welcome.