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Friday Randomness : November
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N ovember is here, complete with its rainy afternoons, Uggs, and pumpkin chocolate chip cookies. I actually walked into the store to buy ingredients to make the cookies at home, but when I started to realize just how much butter, sugar, and secret, fattening awesome stuff goes into them, I walked out empty handed. Instead I'll just buy them pre-made and pretend I HAD NO IDEA THEY WERE 24 GRAMS OF FAT PER SERVING.
Oh, the holidays and its blind caloric bliss have arrived, along with my love for all things fall...
The thing I love the most this fall is the retired election. Thank sweetbabyjesus it's over...rants on Facebook, angry Twitter updates, political commercials on repeat...thank goodness I had pumpkin chocolate chip cookies to use as earmuffs. Regardless who you voted for, I can't wait to go back to being united Americans.
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| Another reason I like the fall, Movember! No shaving to raise awareness (and funds) for charity... |
| Speaking of liking, I think this guy will regret this... |
| November also marks the month I get to play holiday music...I'm so happy to know this is how songs are made... |
| I wish my grandma was still around because I'd love for her to make home decorations like this one based on my favorite songs... |
    
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Friday Randomness : Working in Las Vegas
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H appy Friday, Internet! I'm in Las Vegas to photograph a wedding this weekend and last night things got cray. Popping bottles in the ice, like a blizzard...something something something gettin slizzard. I've never been good with song lyrics, but it doesn't matter because I'm just making things up. Things didn't get cray, unless you consider watching episodes Antiques Roadshow riveting.
I wish I was the girl didn't worry about business when I travel for business, but, well, I'm not. I over think overthinking, I worry about worrying. What if I eat something bad at a buffet and I can't work the following day? What if I twist my ankle walking back from the Elvis exhibition? What if I get a face tattoo after betting it all on red?! Leave it to me and I'll be the girl walking down the Strip in a life-sized bubble. With a camera.
Speaking of cameras, I think this guy needs a new one... |
| If I brought Polo to Las Vegas with me, I'd make sure he walked around with this leash, so he wouldn't feel left out... |
| However, since my dog is at home, he'll fully expect a similar jacuzzi set up upon my return... |
| Oh! One last thing...I do know lyrics to a few songs, most from growing up and listening to music my mother didn't allow. Hey, Ma, this one's for you... Ice, ice, baby... |
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Friday Randomness : The Sweet Edition
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A few nights ago, JD asked if I wanted to see an action movie where lots of stuff blows up and guys act all manly. Well, he didn't really say it like that, exactly, but that's what I heard. I kissed him goodbye and plopped myself in front of my pantry in search of something dangerously sweet and forbidden on the food pyramid. Internet, I made an ice cream shake that rivaled a 10-pound bag of refined sugar.
I, of course, wanted to feel guilty, but as I licked the remaining Nutella from my spoon, I just couldn't find it in me. Remotely.
This leads me to another installment of Friday Randomness...the sweet edition...
Carter's dad deserves the Best Dad award for designing a Halloween outfit around his wheelchair...hands down, America's cutest ice cream man. |
Speaking of ice cream, this scooper is perfect gift for anyone impatient for the frozen confection to thaw...a serrated scooper?! Genius.
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| I have an awful sense of humor. |
| This spoon was MADE FOR ME. |
| Whoever invented this s'more keyboard, you stole my heart. |
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Friday Randomness : Love + Home Improvement
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Y esterday I met a girl at a home improvement center and we struck up a conversation. Yes, it was random (not to worry mom, I don't normally talk to strangers), but she was sweet and as we waited in line, she asked how I met JD. He was ambling behind us talking to himself about wood floors, shower heads, and shelves...leave him alone with his thoughts and he'll go HGTV in 2.5 seconds.
We met in high school, I said. She raised her eyebrows in surprise and I responded by telling her I still really like him. Like, I'd still write him a love letter in a spiral-bound note book and scribble his initials on my backpack.
It was then when I realized she'd been watching us. When JD reached for the top shelf German shower head, I scoured the bargain bin...when he asked about cedar wood, I inquired about the merits of bamboo. Or matchsticks. WOOD IS WOOD, RIGHT?
I explained to the girl standing next to me that my husband and I are as different as night and day, but somehow our love sits squarely in the afternoon. Even if it requires splurging on a German shower head or laying a matchstick floor.
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| Makes me wanna go to this church... |
| A couple days ago, we launched the new JasmineStarWorkshop.com website...many thanks to Promise Tangeman's Site House series, we were able to launch the new site in one day! |
| So THAT'S where Doc's been hiding all these years... |
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Friday Randomness : Cheddar Shredder
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A s a kid, my mom threw me into every play, stage performance, and musical (never mind I had a voice of Charlie Brown's teacher and I couldn't, like, actually sing). She figured putting her kid in front of people forced me to develop confidence and remain composed under pressure...I'm sure she read that in some parenting magazine at the dentist's office. Except the opposite happened. Where other kids pranced on the stage and fought for the leads, I remained in the chorus. Always. Okay, once I was casted as the bearded inn keeper for the Christmas play, but I didn't have any lines.
All these years later, I'm thankful I was thrusted onto a stage for memory's sake, but confidence and composure? Still working on that.
Case in point: we rented a house in Seattle and it came with about 274 trash cans for various materials and recyclables. In California, we have two: trash and recyclables. We did the best we could, but when we put the garbage cans on the street for the Monday morning pick up, we saw our neighbor organizing our trash. Should I repeat that last part?! WHO ORGANIZES TRASH?! Later that day she stopped us as we got into our car and explained how we should be dividing our trash and (wait for it...wait for it...) wash our to-go containers before throwing them away.
JD noticed I'd become a puddle of humiliation so he scooped me up and poured me into the car. This made me think had my mother forced me into one more play, I might have smiled and kick-ball-changed my way to some witty answer, ending with jazz hands. And tap routine.
This leads me to another Friday Randomness...
Ladies...you better start practicing your backflips... |
| And if you can't do a backflip, just hope the guy has THIS kind of wingman... |
| Annnnd if you find yourself on a date, make sure he has this planned for the evening... |
| My friend Ginger posted this on Facebook and I love flow charts I can actually understand! |
| A blog reader, Nicole, sent the Dog-Shaming.com website my way and I couldn't stop laughing... |
| This? This might be the only thing that makes me excited to get into the kitchen and cook...although I'd conversely name it the CHEDDAR SHREDDER. |
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