Monday, May 31, 2010
Sunday, May 30, 2010
It was a potluck, so of course I volunteered to make some delectable desserts.
Thursday, May 27, 2010
I've noticed that I've accidentally accumulated a lot of orange/peach colored clothing lately. Remember my shopping excursion? Well, I didn't really put it all together at the time, but while writing up a list of all the clothes I want to bring to Greece (I'm anal like that), I realized that I'm almost exclusively staying in the creamsickle side of the color spectrum. Will that be cool, when I'm looking back at the pictures? Or will it be odd, as in, might I be labeled that crazy woman who is always wearing orange who keeps entering herself in on-deck dance offs?
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
First, the peanut butter cookies from the cookout. I love peanut butter. I love cookies. What I don't love is peanut butter cookies that come out all hard and flat and dry. I used a suggestion from my mother in law and cooked them for the shortest suggested time, then pulled them out of the oven and let them continue baking in their own gooey goodness. Also, I took care not to push down too hard with the tines of my fork so my little dough balls weren't squished too flat. The result? These soft, chewy, puffy sugar-coated pillows of heaven:The Bakery's been updated after this photo shoot.
We finally got around to making the Montgomery Inn ribs from this post! We were going to eat them on Saturday but made impromptu plans with JP and Shan, so it was called off. It worked out well, though, because now these ribs o' perfection could be consumed on Lost night. It was optimal.
Check out these steaming puppies. The scene: the living room couch.Please note:
- The plastic bibs that came with the ribs.
- The bowl of extra sauce.
- Wetnaps. (These three points lead me to conclude that They obviously know me well. Almost too well.)
- The remote control placed on Michael's side of the table. He thinks he's better at stopping the fastforward function on our DVR exactly when a show resumes.
I was ready for a date with Destiny.Oh, but they were delectable. Fell right off the bone. I didn't even need a knife. I went through the emotional turmoil of deciding whether to save some ribs for later (2 nights of MI Ribs > 1 night of MI Ribs) or eat them all (it was Lost night - a special occasion!). Luckily I had the restraint of a champion and a husband with one rib left over, so I still have five ribs available for my consumption.
After the meal we were both fit to burst. Michael claimed that a little dose of Grandma's Ole Cough Syrup (alcohol) helps digestion. (Any fact checkers out there?) So we had a short one between friends.
Monday, May 24, 2010
I'm serious! Major spoilers below!
Michael and I had a glorious Lost marathon yesterday after getting home from his work cookout. We did spend some hours chatting maturely with his coworkers, but we also spent quite some time playing baseball with the little kids (around 2-8 y.o.) in the side yard. Laughing maniacally as I tried to spin move away from getting tagged out earned me the nickname "Weird Girl" from the kids, which - let's face it - I've been called before. Michael was dubbed "Big Dude" and proceeded to hit a homer over the back wall, which caused him to get boo'ed off the field (yard) by teammates (me).
So back to Lost.
First let me tell you that I really loved the ending. I loved the way it felt. I loved a lot about it. But before I really get into it, I want to bring up all the questions that I still have that didn't get answered. Once again, this post will probably mean nothing to you unless you are a Lost watcher.
- What is the island? Why can it move, change time, be magical, heal, etc.?
- What is the heart of the island? Why is it so important that it can affect the rest of the world (if the evil gets out, it goes everywhere)?
- How did the Man in Black become the smoke monster? This is under my held belief that MIB was alive when Jacob tossed him into the lightcave, but that his journey through the cave killed his body, took his soul out, made it into some kind of magical smoke monster shape-shifter and took away most of its humanity.
- What was Widmore's deal? What was his motive? What was his interest in the island?
- Could MIB/Smokie kill the other candidates after Jack became the new protector? They shouldn't have been candidates anymore.
- What is the significance of the people that were or weren't in the final scene? Why didn't Ben Linus go in? Was it because he hadn't come to grips with his own death? Or was it because those people weren't really the most important of his life (Alex, etc.)?
- Why weren't Ana Lucia, Michael, Faraday, Charlotte, etc. there? Will Faraday and Charlotte meet up in their own little gathering?
- Wasn't Nadia much more important to Sayid than Shannon? Season one was a long time ago, but I thought their love affair was pretty short. Nadia was the love of Sayid's life. Why was Sayid with Shannon in the afterworld rather than Nadia? This is one example of a greater question:
- What about all the other important people in the survivors' lives? Their children? Their parents? The people Kate, Sawyer, Claire, etc. met after they got off the island? Were those other people just not important enough to be included in this afterlife? Or was this really just Jack's afterlife, so he's just surrounded by the people that were important to him?
- Was Richard in the afterworld/life
- Did Desmond ever get off the island?
Do you have any other questions to add? I'd love to read them in the comments section.
So I'm sort of bummed that more of these big questions weren't answered, but I also knew going in that there would be major ones left unexplained. The Numbers, for example. It's just an interesting part of the island that were probably never going to be explained fully. Still, the whole concept of the island was one thing I was hoping to get closure one.
Moving on to what I loved. The ending. Let me tell you why I loved it.
Because I think the most desperate desire of this lifetime is to know that there is something after it. Maybe not for everyone, but it is for me. I know my own deepest fear is that there is nothing after this life. That if - God forbid - something happened to Michael or me, that we wouldn't find each other in another world.
That's probably why people fear death so much, especially those without a firm belief in God. I'm sure that even those who do believe have fear because, what if...? I believe it was the brilliant Albus Dumbledore who said, "It is the unknown we fear when we look upon death and darkness, nothing more."
This episode painted the picture that we do find one another after death. We are reunited with the people that meant the most to us in our lives. That no matter how or when we died, we aren't alone. It isn't over. Love still exists after death. Wow, that makes me hope so hard it's true. I mean, as a God believer, I already believe it's true. Almost all religions hold that there is some kind of conscious existence after death, right? But sometimes I wonder if I believe it just because I'm too afraid that it might not be. I cried there on the couch and Michael wrapped his arms around me and promised that we'll find each other after we're gone.
So there was a big twist at the end of Lost. The flash sideways that we'd been watching all of season 6 had been a strange afterlife-like purgatory where Jack and the others kept bumping into each other before remembering their lives. I loved how this turned out. I loved the line that "there is no 'now' here."Plenty of the survivors had died before and even after Jack, but they were all united at one time and place.
There are plenty of nay-sayers out there, but I'm holding to it: Lost was a great television show. In an age of Jersey Shore and Tool Academy, Lost was a show that dared to be smart, including physics and electromagnetic science. Instead of dumbing a show down to appeal to a wider audience, it kept it real saying, "This show is going to be confusing and intelligent. Keep up if you can. Enjoy the ride if you can't." I like that. I'm going to miss it.
Saturday, May 22, 2010
For important life discussions in bed at 6:40 am on the unusual day when you can sleep in 'til 7:00.For your strange-yet-romantic assertions during LOST. ("I would die with you on a sinking submarine that just got blown up if you were trapped by metal bars and couldn't escape.")
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Our first full tank of gas put about 10 gallons in it. (This scared me since my 4Runner took about 22 gallons). Well we ended up driving 535 miles on it before the gas light came on! Our trusty MPG doo-hickie said we'd gotten 56.9 miles per gallon on the tank!
I'm not exactly sure how this compares to all other cars out there, but it seems pretty nice to me! Especially after driving a bigger car for so long! Don't get me wrong, I loved Izzy the 4Runner, and I'm really going to miss having a big car to transport things in, but I'm not going to miss the gas she ate up!
In case the above sentence seemed strange to anyone, it's been a family tradition to name our cars. We've had a Jimmy, a Bob Ponti, a James, a Mitsi, a Holly, a Sally and an Izzy. So without further ado, I'd like to announce that we've named the new car Penelope. Penny for short.
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
In case you don't know what a Moby is, here's a pic: It was a great night and a really awesome atmosphere. Except for the group of people behind us that started smoking, it was perfect. Seriously, people still smoke?! There were kids all over the place! I'm sorry if you smoke, but this one just baffles me. We secured ourselves a roomy spot on the grass, as you can see, far from the mosh pit nearer the stage. The jazz was great!
Then Saturday night we ended up having a game night with JP, Shannon and some new friends Bethany and Vince. Kai went to sleep in the back bedroom while the adults got into a competitive match of Trivial Pursuit.
When it was time to go home, Kai came and hung out with me on the couch while his parents got their things together. Isn't he a sweetie?
Check out my newest review of George and Son's up in Scottsdale!
Sunday, May 16, 2010
It would be accurate to say I was so excited I was in pain, hence my facial expression.
Montgomery Inn Ribs. Geez. Just click on that link and try to see if you don't immediately start drooling. They are the home of the world's greatest barbequed ribs.
My parents sent me/us two racks and a bottle 'o sauce to celebrate my new gig! Isn't that the sweetest. I teared up there on the stoop. Michael was momentarily concerned before he read the title on the box and realized they were instead tears of joy. I had to explain that, yes, I was that excited about the ribs, but also that they were tears of reaction at how sweet my folks are.
Thanks, Mom and Dad!
The love of my life. Er...other than Michael, that is. Better not wear that white outfit when we choose to devour. I've been known to get sauce in my eyebrows. Don't quite know how that works out.
(Blog readers, you know I love you because I'm willing to post such an unattractive picture of myself).
Thursday, May 13, 2010
I got a new job.
Okay, it’s not really a job. It’s more like a side-job/hobby that I’ll be pursuing when I'm not at my real job. But I’m totally excited about it.
I got hired as the Phoenix Barbecue Restaurant Reviewer for Examiner.com! Is that or is that not the most random thing you’ve ever heard of? When I applied I selected a few food types I enjoy/eat often, and they hired me to be their resident BBQ reviewer. Must have been my sassy devil-may-care self description of why I’m qualified to write about it.
So far I’ve published two articles, so I can officially say that I’m a published writer! Should I be embarrassed that my first ever published piece of work is a negative review of a barbecue joint? Maybe. I'm not at that point yet, though, I'm just excited.
I will be paid for the work (my understanding is that I’m receiving something like pennies a day) but the real reason I’m doing it is because I love to eat, I love to write and I’ll be able to say, “Yes, Mr. Literary Agent, I am a published writer. You should really consider representing my novel."
I’ll give you the link to go to my page in a sec. But first, when you go here, would you do me a favor and read both my stories? (Yes, I’m aware that the one on Rustler’s Rooste is negative. I need to establish credibility, people!) Check out the pictures on the slideshows too!
Also, only if you want to, subscribe to me near the top of the page by clicking on the “Subscribe” button. You’ll be notified every time I post an article and I’ll make a few extra pennies, so win-win, eh? No pressure if you don’t want to, I have no way of knowing who subscribes and who doesn’t. And if you decide you want to try to be an Examiner, would you list me as your reference? They have a pretty sweet referral deal.
Edit from later: Great news! I've been promoted to a broader topic! I'm now the Phoenix Cheap Eats Examiner! This means I can write about all kinds of restaurants, not just BBQ. (Lord knows I'll still be eating it though, I do love it.) I wonder if anyone stumbling across my Cheap Eats page will wonder why I've only written about barbecue so far. Anyway, I'm excited because this gives me more scope! Here is my page:
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Anyway, while I was out shopping this weekend, I couldn't help but imagine myself wearing these things on the black cliffs of Santorini. Which might or might not have inspired me to purchase one pair of white linen pants.
Monday, May 10, 2010
We ate gyros and Greek fries and watched children dance traditional Greek dances.
Saturday, May 8, 2010
We also got this quasi-full length mirror on Craigslist. I say 'quasi-' because it's a little smaller than I thought it was going to be, but you can see your full length if you stand a few feet away (which is what most people do anyway, right?). I love how old-fashioned it looks. Michael thought we should sand it down and paint it so it matches all the other gray in the room. Do you think we should? Please vote in my new poll. I kind of love that dark cherry finish.
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
But here you can see our beautiful background (Camelback Mountain - you can see the head behind us) and my beautiful coworker Gena. I love this shot of 'the girls' at work.
A couple people asked me if Michael was invited to the Gala. It was never explicitly stated, but spouses weren't really invited because all of our staff was working the event. It wasn't hard work by any means, but I'm sure it'd be a little weird for Michael to be mingling with strangers while I checked people in at registration. Anyway, I guess he could have come for the open dance part at the end of the night, but by the time I heard he could come he was already on his way to hang out with JP and Shannon.
I think the event went over well. Great location, great weather, great food. I did, however, spend an hour untangling about 100 wired glow neclaces that we were passing around as favors. It wasn't too bad, though; I had a cup of gelato and the music of Earth, Wind and Fire to jam to.
Monday, May 3, 2010
You have to leave it on for 4-6 hours, but my friend at work recommended leaving it on for at least 8, which is what I did. I was a little worried I'd look too orange, but I don't think that was the case.
One piece of advice to future tanners: wipe your feet off after the tan. Or else your feet will look like this:
Don't worry, I got rid of most of the damage with the pass of a pumice stone. Now, I know that this 'after' shot isn't exactly scientific because its in a new setting with new lighting, but I think you get the picture. Stay tuned for pictures from the Gala to see the true end result!
On a side note, I'd like to thank Amy and Erik for putting up with me on Friday. I saw them Friday afternoon and they tolerated my freckled appearance and spray-tan-smell with poise. The sad news was the reason for the visit: I was taking them to the airport so they could visit home once more before moving to Texas. Michael and I are definitely sad to see our friends go, but we're happy for Erik's new job and their new adventure.