Hamptons + Adam = FUN!

Fix Me A Turkey Pot Pie!

WAY better than soup!

Happy Thanksgiving!

Give Thanks. Be Full.

I am full of thanks for YOU!

Ahh, Snapfish...

What a delightful mug I was able to create with your help!

Adam and I were very excited to take a pic for Eli!

We even decided that blurry edges and a twinkle would only enhance the goodness!

(in hindsight, perhaps the focus should have been the mug! There are 12 pics of me and Eli on it! It is a fine gift idea, btw!!)

Almost Made Me Spit Out My Beverage!

Two times in the last couple days, I have read something so funny, I almost spit my beverage out....

On Sunday, whilst watching the AMAs (or killing time until True Blood- whatevs!) and singing the praises of Pink and her performance via texts with my Mom... this was her response!

Isn't it delicious when your Mother can accept your imaginary Supermodel girlfriend?

Ginger Ale (almost) all over the place!

And this morning, as I approached ye olde lap top, cup of tea in hand, big stretch going on...

I found this! Lodgers are FUN!!

TEA (almost) DOWN!!

Ahhh, a "check" and a note...

Did He Really Want To Hurt Him?

LONDON (Reuters) - Singer Boy George handcuffed a male escort to the wall of his London home after accusing him of hacking into his computer, a court heard on Monday at the start of his trial on false imprisonment charges.
The former Culture Club frontman, being tried under his real name George O'Dowd, made contact with 29-year-old Audun Carlsen over the Internet and the pair arranged to meet for a pornographic photo shoot, the Press Association reported.
Snaresbrook Crown Court in east London heard how the meeting appeared to be going well until O'Dowd started to suspect Carlsen of hacking into his computer.
But they parted on good terms and the singer paid the younger man 300 of the 400 pounds they had agreed.
Over the next few weeks, they exchanged emails in which the singer accused Carlsen of breaking into his computer system and the pair also disagreed over the naked pictures.
But in later emails, O'Dowd said he would like to see Carlsen naked and they agreed to meet for a second time.
It was during this encounter that O'Dowd appeared to "take matters into his own hands," prosecuting lawyer Heather Norton said, and chained up the younger man.
Carlsen told the court that a second man helped hold him down while O'Dowd beat him.
"George was slapping me and beating me and punching me and screaming things," he said.

Carlsen said he managed to escape after unscrewing a hook from the wall, and the court was shown photographs of red welts on his head and injuries to his arm which he said had been inflicted during the attack. O'Dowd denies the charges against him. The case continues.

And on Sunday...

We gave thanks for Jake! The only boy in a room full of women who was NOT disappointing. And even though, we know that someday, odds are Jake won't call her back, he won't tell the truth, he will be unable to man up, he'll bail on plans and basically- just be a guy...

for now, he had us all wrapped around his little finger!

And I was darn thrilled to be there!

CUTENESS Cornucopia!!

On Saturday, we gave thanks for so many things- the popper coming up, the brave ringleader of the cuteness fest, a stunning feast and most importantly... each other! I am beyond thankful for my dear Hanna for easily 8,456 things (and that's just this year) but at the top of my list right now is my "Cornell In-Laws"!! Without her, I wouldn't know Amy and Shannon and Eunice and Marike and I am so blessed and thankful for their friendship! And if their four little cuties can't make a gal feel the bounty of goodness that they haveand give thanks for... well, I don't know what would!

(And don't even get me started on William....)

FYI- Number two on the list is her Cranberry Sauce!

I took some home and have since put it on oatmeal, dipped a scone in it, and added it to booze!

Good friggin' stuff!

True Blood...

...I miss you already and the season finale hasn't even aired yet!!! But you- yes, you, Lafeyette- it is you I will miss most of all.

No Longer a Virgin!

I have lived in New York City for just over 12 years. In that time, I have done many a stereotypical NYer thing- I killed a cockroach and went back to sleep (the first moment I felt like I belonged here), I no longer run to the empty car on a packed, rush hour subway (there's a reason it's empty- normally, it's homeless and it smells), I order meals to be delivered just for me, despite living in Astoria- I have bemoaned going "all the way to Brooklyn!", I have been in Harlem at 2AM and lived!, I go to the movies alone. I get excited now at things that were everyday in my youth- Wegmans, $1 chicken wings, entire bar tabs under $20, driving, hot dogs on a grill....

But there was one mission I had chosen to accept, one boundary I hadn't crossed, a cherry to still be popped and I am happy to report that.... yesterday, for the first time in 12 years, one month, and one day (I am almost positive)- I dropped off my laundry for someone else to do!!!!!

That's right! Yesterday, I picked up my sparkling, clean whites- all of them folded. Apparently, one can fold a fitted sheet after it has been taken out of it's packaging... who knew?? And I made my bed and slept like a bear in winter! (though that may have been the emotional exhaustion of the last few days + red wine + Advil PM) I may have dropped them off like a guy buying his first box of condoms ("um, just looking. So, I will take a 50cent box of Tide, some dryer sheets, oh, and how did these get in here?! Well, I'll just take them...") but I picked them up with glee! So, thank you, Lovely Ladies of Laundry for being the most sparkling, freshest scented, lowest cost first EVER!

Nothin' Like A Little Kid N Play...

...first thing in the mornin'!

"Much more than hair and a smile!"

Everytime he speaks...

...I fall more in love!

He was just a treat tonight on The Report.

Like a Cory Booker cherry on top of a Colbert Fudge Sundae!

YUM!

Carb Overload

Long have I loved the Rigatoni and newly have I adored the toast!

Who says carbs are bad?!

Make Mine A Double!

Allowing an old friend to move into your home because they are in a horrible situation that could undo all the work he has done to become and stay sober? 48 hours.

(of finding homes for an entire room full of well, crap!)

Amount of sanity that seems to be flying out the window as the hour of his UHaul approach approaches? Seemingly all of it.


Wanting a HUGE cocktail (or 12) to kick off the day and get ready for 5 of his AA pals to invade my home with furniture and my new lodger? PRICELESS!
(or problematic... you pick!)

I Want A Shed!

Yep, a shed. I can store rakes and Gnomes and my BBQ grill in it...

And maybe any number of boxes of crap from my needing to be emptied spare room!!!!!

Besides- who else has a shed in Astoria?

This is a lovely cedar option...

Of course, those plastic ones are a bit closer to what my shed budget may allow!

Word!

The following words have been added to the Oxford Dictionary....

Aerobicized

Blowback

Bahookie

Crunk

Hoodie

Meh

Riffage

Zombie*

Or if you prefer them in a (run-on) sentence...

MEH! My bahookie is so aerobicized 'cuz I was crunkin' hardcore in my hoodie to his phat guitar riffage workin' off all this frustration I gots 'cuz of the blowback from this election and shit!

*for the record- zombie has been a word for some time now but a new definition has been added! Something to do with computers... Whatevs! The zombies in this pic are old school zombies! WORD!

As of Thursday...

...I gots me a roommate, kids!!

He is this guy!

We were so cute then! And Thursday night we are reenacting this pic again!

I better get me some Aussie Scrunch Spray! MMM, grape-y!

1990... it was a very good year....

NOR WIDE!

God Damn Bills. The ghost of Scott Norwood strikes again. My stomach hurts. I need a chicken wing.

Window Shopping on Great Jones...

Happy Monday!

...and CONGRATS to the winner of Saudi Arabia's Beautiful Goat Pagent! Who knew?!

(This is a a Damascene Goat fathered by Saudi Arabia's most famous sire, Volcano. And though female goats got to attend, females did not! In addition to the four legged beauties, the fellas were treated to fireworks and a competition for the Best Poem praising the goat.)

(I wrote an Ode To The Whammy, once. I believe it started- "Whammy, oh whammy"... I won nothing as the show went off the air soon after. I'd have taken a goat!)