December 2010
32 posts
What did you buy your grandfather for Christmas?
Mine recently asked me, “Erin, what exactly is hip-hop?” because he’s cool like that. And because I am not cool, I didn’t have an answer for him. Not a good one, anyways. So I’m hoping Hova can educate him:
But we did explain what an “original gangster” is. He seemed to embrace it:
On manicures, control and Barbie.
Because I am the perfect target audience for online advertising and deals, I bought a two-for-one “organic manicure” on DailyCandy deals a few months ago. I completely forgot about it until last week only to realize it expires at the end of the year and also that the two have to be redeemed at once, which really means I just bought a friend a manicure too. (Way to read the fine...
Things that I always think are going to taste...
Red licorice—smells like delicious candy, tastes like rubber bands.
Bloody Mary’s—I have had a BM that I enjoyed, but in general tomato juice tastes too much like stewed tomatoes which smell like sweaty feet. Not as refreshing as it looks.
Endives—looks so pretty and light, tastes like weeds…with pesticides.
Eggnog—dairy product! creamy! bad for you! has...
WHAT IS WITH TODAY?
Is there a full moon? Is it not the Holiday Season?
Why is everyone being crazy and/or an asshole?
(Except me, of course.)
Let's Say Thanks! →
jumpingfeetfirst:
Send a Christmas Card to our troops. It’s easy, just click the link above.
Take two seconds out of your Friday to do something nice for our nation’s heroes.
Wait, wait...I have a better Things I love...
I do love that video I posted below of the Candy man, but I love this story more:
I went to middle and high school with a kid we will call Denis Poners (which is actually only one letter off of his real last name).
Want to know how long it takes sixth grade boys to change the “D” in Denis to a “P” and the “P” in Poners to a “B”? About three days....
WatchThings I love Thursday: this video.
The candyman can [wink]
Thanks, CC!
The most depressing sound in the world:
sweeshsweeshsweeshsweesh
…that’s the sound of my courduroy-pants-encased thighs rubbing against each other when I walk.
Ho hum, pass the Christmas cookies please.
Coffee and Karma.
This morning at Starbucks the man in front of me ordered a 7-word coffee drink and was kind of short with the barista.
When they rattled off his 7-word beverage, he grabbed it without so much as a thank you and proceeded to head up the stairs where I’m sure he would have pulled his iPad out of his hipster satchel and read the latest news on Wired. But instead, he tripped on his own scarf up...
My Weekend in Pictures*
Guess what I did this weekend? I hosted my first (semi)grown-up dinner party!
It was also a surprise party for the Boyfriend because 1) I felt extremely guilty about missing his birthday over Thanksgiving; 2) I am huge fan of dragging birthday celebrations over the course of a week (bonus points for dragging it into the next month!); and 3) I like to keep him on his toes.
A confused birthday...
Ugh.
You know those Fridays where you think it’s going to be quiet at the office and everyone’s totally on the same page as you about keeping your head down, doing your work quietly, taking a long lunch, perhaps accomplishing one or two items on your personal “To Do” list, and you leave the office feeling like “woohoo, it’s Friday!”?
Well, I’m not having...
This is why we're besties...
She shares my love for trivia, the O.C. and terrible movies.
Me: Last night the Boyfriend asked me who some actor was on t.v. and I said “Cooper Nielson,” which I knew was wrong when I said it. But I couldn’t figure out why that name sounded so normal and then I remembered that Marissa’s mom was Julie Cooper-Nielson. Which is embarrassing, but not surprising.
Tara:...