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handmade by Kathleen of Grosgrain fame…  and GIVEN AWAY FOR FREE!!!!  O_O  The internet is an amazing place, with some amazing people.

I have to say though, that my mom made me some pretty great halloween costumes when I was little.  I was Rainbow Brite one year.  I think that was the most involved costume she ever made for me… it was pretty awesome.  I’ll have to dig up a picture sometime and post it.

but I truly do not understand how ‘white people’ (ok, ok, anyone know anyone who has grown up eating their grapefruit like this?!  I need a survey on the demographics of this population.)  eat grapefruit. And by ‘white people’ I mean anyone who cuts it crosswise and scoops out the flesh with a spoon. This is the image I have seen on TV growing up, at the breakfast buffet in hotels, etc…

I grew up in a grapefruit loving home (well, my dad loves grapefruit but my mom just kinda screws up her face and says it’s too bitter, and my dad and I would end up eating most of it) and we would always just peel the grapefruit like an orange, separate the slices, and then peel the thick skin off the individual slices with our hands. Definitely not as refined as eating a grapefruit with a nice spoon. But at least it doesn’t squirt you in the eye, leave lots of mashed up pulp, and a puddle of leftover juice. Plus, I think it feeds my OCD tendencies to make myself a nice pile of peeled grapefruit to savor. Yum.

Ryan says he doesn’t think he can take me out to a nice brunch anymore, since I don’t seem to want to eat my grapefruit in a civilized way. I say, if we’re busting out the big bucks for a nice brunch, I certainly won’t be wasting my precious stomach space on some grapefruit…

PS. Don’t tell me I need one of those pointy grapefruit spoons with the serrated edges. I need a set of those like I need another tokidoki bag.

Let me preface this by saying that no drugs (legal or not), or money, for that matter, were actually exchanged by, from, or to me in this process. However, everything described here actually happened two weeks ago, somewhere in San Francisco…

1.  Client calls you to get the goods.

2.  Order the goods from your supplier and determine a delivery date.

3.  On the predetermined delivery date, go to the predetermined delivery location to pick up the goods and discover your supplier has screwed you over.

4.  Curse profusely.

5.  Call up your backup supplier.  (Always have a backup!)

6.  Call you client and notify them of a change of plans and reschedule the exchange.

7.  Pick up the goods from your backup supplier the next morning at 8AM, still cursing.

8.  Meet your client behind a gas station, right off the freeway, in a shady neighborhood.

9.  Exchange said goods.

10.  Leave the transaction site immediately.

And that, my friends, is how to pull off a successful ‘drug deal’…  I know you are all so very thankful for my generosity in sharing this important information.

If you are dying to know what the ‘goods’ were, click here:  Continue Reading »

I found these photos last night and every time I need a little pick me up I just have to look at these photos and it instantly makes me smile.  See?  It doesn’t take much to make me happy!

via virginhoney on flickr

I went to the gym last night during the VP debate, thinking I’d catch a nice chunk of it on the elliptical…  but forgot my earphones.  ARGH!!!!!  Instead, I watched Pitt pretty much whomp USF… since watching football doesn’t need sound.  Yay for football!

I did catch the tail end of the debate, but really, I think this about sums up Sarah Palin’s performance: