tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-184716347934584002023-11-16T06:51:59.172-05:00creepygroovySatisfying all your creepy and groovy needs while I try to fit into normal society by learning everything vegan and how to a sew.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger114125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471634793458400.post-24783265785714684482012-12-01T21:15:00.001-05:002012-12-01T22:18:02.975-05:00A rat is among us<div><p>When I first joined Blogger and Twitter I saw both as a safe place. I guess I've considered both a journal in some sense. When I first joined Twitter in 2009 I think I knew only two other people who actually had accounts. Since then I've kept my Twitter account and blog fairly anonymous, only letting a few people know my handle. I love the anonymity behind Twitter! That's part of the fun! And somehow I've managed to avoid the nasty trolls I hear about on Twitter...but I have come across a rat. Well, I have an idea who the rat is. But really there's nothing I can say to that person, I never told him/her that I wanted to keep my Twitter account anonymous and I could have made my account private.</p>
<p>I never wanted my Twitter or blog accounts private because I want to be heard. I hope that someone connects to what I write no matter if it's on a personal level or we just have the same sense of humor. I've always felt the black sheep throughout life (I know, wah, wah, wah). Different from the rest (I'm a loner Dottie, a rebel). I didn't feel special or better than anyone, I felt awkward and like I didn't belong. I've especially felt that way in my family, more so than middle school or when I told my family I had a cheating, abusing boyfriend and no one seemed to care. Twitter and Blogger have always been ways of expressing myself, keyword being "myself". If you've paid attention to my rantings you probably know that I curse, think farts are funny and that I feel most uneasy around a certain family member. Somehow that family member knows my handle. I feel many things, mostly naked with a slice of betrayal. I certainly don't feel safe anymore. </p>
<p>I know it sounds childish, but I'm hoping it means new beginnings, I've decided to start anew. This will be my last blog posting here and I will be retiring the old creepygroovy handle. Don't worry, I plan on finding a new handle and if you're lucky, I just might start to follow you. As Stevie Ray Vaughn said, "you'll know me when you see me" or something like that.</p>
</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471634793458400.post-56498346374995988552012-11-18T11:16:00.001-05:002012-11-18T13:08:06.410-05:00Figuring Out How To Shut My Parents Up, Help Others And Pay My Bills<div><p>My mom said a lot of things to me while growing up that stuck with me. There is one thing that she used to say a lot to me that has been haunting me more so than lately, "You'll never amount to anything. You'll be living off of me and your father till you're thirty!" Well, thirty happens in April, I don't have a grown up job yet and I still get phone calls from my mom just to tell me how well my younger brothers are succeeding are life. You see, I've always been more curious about not sticking to the norms. I've argued with my parents numerous times about my beliefs and I've stuck to my guns, making my adolescence a bit rough and mostly screamed at...and grounded. We argued about everything, school, religion, food, politics, curse words. I gave up on school in middle school, just doing enough work to pass so I didn't get in trouble. I told my parents I thought the grading process was stupid and I basically only applied myself to what I thought was interesting...which from middle school on has still been minimal to date. I think the school system has gotten worse and needs a total makeover, it' s the reason I stopped halfway from getting a teaching degree. I've always been stubborn and I've especially been stubborn in life when I have to do things I don't want to do or believe in. I know it sounds childish, but I don't want to waste my time doing something I don't want to do. <br>
I went to college to make my parents happy and to get internet in my bedroom. I didn't know what I wanted to do and I spent six years deciding what to do, I get a bill monthly for all that time. Over six years of college courses (I'm talking full semesters here people) I have an associates degrees in liberal arts, I have half the amount of credits needed for a bachelors degree in psychology, childhood education, film studies and (as of 2008, I believe) one class away from a creative writing  bachelors degree. On a job application though none of that matters, I have to mark associates degree on highest level of education. Sometimes that line from Tommy Boy comes across my mind, "Yeah, they're called doctors." <br>
My youngest brother one time got mad at me for causing a family fight and asked why I had to be such a nonconformist. I explained to him that I couldn't help the way my brain thinks. One thing that my parents never could understand was that I didn't want a job without meaning and purpose. Sorry, but no desk job for me unless I'm saving puppies, babies or the elderly...catch my drift? Finding a job that interests me, gives back and pays my bills has been difficult, thinking of a career has honestly been just has difficult. I get sick in planes and cars so my dreams of being an astronaut and an archeologist were crushed along with anything else it seemed. One thing I've always known is that I want to be my own boss or work for someone with similar beliefs to my own. My parents would argue at this point to grow up and that isn't how life works. I in return would say fuck that and struggle until I reach my dream...and that's where I'm still at, struggling and stuck.<br>
I've been racking my brain lately on how to prove my mom wrong, that I will amount to something, and also actually find something I want to amount to. My boyfriend and I started our own vegan baking catering business that we hope becomes successful one day, but for now we can't depend on cupcakes to pay our bills, someday but not today. I love our vegan lifestyle and I can't stress enough how much I wish I started eating and living this way years earlier. I've learned so much and I love the experimentations to "veganize" a recipe. There's definetely so much more to learn though. With that I may have finally figured out how to shut my mom up, help others and pay my bills! <br>
Drumroll...I want to be a nutritionist! I've been looking into requirements and what it is nutritionists do and I think I'm excited. Look out world, I'm about to get you healthified. Yes, that's not a real word, that's just how healthy I'm gonna getcha...for a small fee of course, I have bills guys.</p>
</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471634793458400.post-26333844959523707872012-11-10T20:29:00.001-05:002012-11-10T21:05:05.016-05:00Blue Eyes Smiley Face Kathleen<div><p>I found this love note (dated 1/3/97) in an X-Files book I bought at a Salvation Army today. It was between pages 198 and 199.</p>
<p>Blue Eyes-<br>
I miss you! I need to see you soon :). I am thinking of you all the time. I wish your arms were around me right now. I love you.<br>
:) Kathleen</p>
<p>Besides the obvious questions...why the different color ink and pencil change? Why the bulgy, borderline creepy eyeballs on the smiley faces? I wonder if these two are still together? It would be cool to return the love note to them, if they want it back. Maybe it was just a love affair, but Kathleen meant something to Blue Eyes at some point. He kept her love note as a bookmark in probably the best piece of literature written (well, I'll let you know after I read it). Or maybe it was Kathleen's book and she wrote the note to a mystery man, with blue eyes, whom she kissed on new years and never gave him the note?! I think I'll hang on to this note for a while.</p>
<br/><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih3EMnfxBEOqgpVyQWr9VyCVY13YdiN93Ok4vXB-tOuJAo0a13C9YGi1rdhvL5ULKb7jYljuubQL0tByBGd4qmqIdZg56Ia6Ym9HfZ_ukjSTybDxJDdC9xOgplLv3xARIpJuqFtnKrGw//' /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471634793458400.post-68081045878541388692012-11-10T20:13:00.001-05:002012-11-10T20:28:26.124-05:00Thrift Store Treasure<div><p>Check out the awesome stuff I scored at a VOA and Salvo with my pal, VelociRachel! Six records, two choose your own adventure books, an X-Files book (with a love note included on page 199), a Pee Wee's Christmas special VHS, a Buffalo Bills 1992 AFC Champtions Mug from the Superbowl, a pair of rust colored J Crew cords and a hippie sweater to match! All for thirteen bucks and change. <font color ="#000000">Veloc</font></p>
<br/><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhImWXr8qSmFOyjcJg0kh3kDG13s9tzaG1d_LqD5H2sgazySbtkYMuVRE1eN7PGTMXGUufg2qIMlG-eASW9fPN879ae_G8CffWsOKasEp2aSlI-9GjvzEfHFyU07-m48h8IPkjxG8-4pg//' /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471634793458400.post-35921373636990229922012-08-03T08:04:00.000-04:002012-08-03T08:04:03.914-04:00Garden Update<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Thought I would give a quick garden update from the <a href="http://creepygroovy.blogspot.com/2012/07/soul-soil.html">last blog</a> and share some more pictures!
Between the heat and the rain that we finally got, this garden has been
working overtime it seems. We've had some obstacles though. We have various wildlife in our neighborhood...which is odd since we are in the city just walking distance to Kodak. We have the usual garden pests like rabbits, bugs, chipmunks, mice/rats and birds. But we also have skunks, possums and a giant groundhog. One of those dug huge holes in our neighbors yard under the fence to get into ours after closing off a bunch of gaps in our fence. These guys will stop at nothing. Our biggest problem this year isn't the groundhog though (even though he did dig a few plants up, roots and all!)...it's our 3 month old puppy. We got Alfie when she was only 6 weeks and already has decided that she loves asparagus, dill, berries and trying to pull the cantelope plant out of the ground. Although she is getting better, she's still a hungry puppy who can't help the temptation. However, she loves to weed. She just can't really tell a weed from a veggie plant. With all the plants beginning to really flourish we are starting to talk about freezing our produce to hopefully last a bit into the winter. Any freezing/storage tips or suggestions?<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Alfie checks out a spaghetti squash that outgrew the garden</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I took a picture of this pepper when he was just a lil guy...he's getting bigger.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I lied last time about the asparagus being done for the season (don't mind the weeds)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Check out how big the cantelope in the hammock is getting!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Spaghetti squash! The one on the left is the one Alfie is pictured with above.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is where we used to be able to keep our hose. Oh and there are beans and peas in there...but the squash has literally taken over the entire section. Bully squash: green and yellow squash (left) spaghetti squash (right)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Corn that has to be at least 7 feet tall!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Carrots. Say, what's up Doc?</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Blackberries still coming!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We had one strawberry. Compliments of Alfie.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Remember when I said these were sweet peppers last time? I lied again, I guess. These babies are hot!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Another melon growing...this time on the ground</td></tr>
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471634793458400.post-73913115296526938112012-07-17T08:17:00.001-04:002012-07-17T08:18:23.970-04:00Soul SoilWe've been busier than usual. Spring came and we turned all our extra time and energy to the backyard. We spent hours and days working on prepping and expanding our garden. I wish I got before and after pictures! About half of our plants started from seedlings, the rest I just stuck some seeds in the ground and hoped for the best! Believe it or not, our plants from seeds directly sowed into the garden are bigger than the seedlings I transplanted! Maybe it was all the countless hours of tilling (by hand) and weeding. We cared the hell out of that soil. It's soul soil now. Since we did so well with sowing seeds in the garden, I decided to plant a second round of corn, black beans, green beans and carrots...hopefully we can get a later harvest out of the new little guys, just starting to poke their little seedlings out. I took inventory of our plants yesterday and was especially shocked by how many sweet pepper plants we have! Here's what I counted:<br />
35 Sweet Pepper<br />
38 Corn<br />
9 Squash (including green, yellow and only one spaghetti squash survived) <br />
3 Cantelope <br />
6 Tomato <br />
2 Eggplant <br />
1 Wax Bean ( I planted about 10)<br />
25 Green Bean <br />
12 Black Bean <br />
20 Carrot <br />
1 Cuke<br />
3 Asparagus plants (We had such an early harvest of asparagus this year, it's just about finished!)<br />
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Garlic (countless! It's already been harvested!) <br />
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Strawberries<br />
Blackberries<br />
Blueberries<br />
Thyme<br />
Rosemary<br />
Lemon Basil<br />
Sweet Basil<br />
Dill<br />
Cilantro<br />
We tried growing some greens...escarole, spinach and romaine but the heat wave said NO leaving our greens wilted, brown and dead. <br />
And an apple tree with no apples this year because of the late frost we got in spring. :( <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our biggest pepper so far! Yummy!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We have a bunch of these little guys</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Got all nervous because I thought we planted some hot peppers, turns out they are sweet...SWEET!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cantelope! I found out cantelope can grow up a trellis, so we are trying both. Some on the ground and rest is growing up and up!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hang on little tomato</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Squash has taken over our garden, there are about 3 squashes almost ready on this plant alone</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Blackberries! However, I should state that we did not plant the berries.</td></tr>
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This is my first garden since I was a kid and I've never been prouder. I had no idea we would have such great results! We plan on freezing as much as possible come harvest time and hopefully live off our of organic fruits and veggies for a while. There is no reason why you shouldn't have a garden too! No matter what size, even a small window planter will give you some deliciousness and the best part is...you actually know where it came from! I noticed that majority of the peppers we buy are from Holland and Mexico. Who knows what they come in contact with before they end up on my plate. If I can do it, so can you. A pack of seeds can go for a quarter to 2 bucks, make it happen. Here's some inspiration for your garden, even if you are planning for next season.<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471634793458400.post-15938951894718460152012-04-08T08:27:00.000-04:002012-04-08T08:27:54.130-04:00365I guess it's been a while since I posed. Blame it on life. But here I am! And somehow I woke up 29 years old. This is the oldest I've ever felt and not just because it's the oldest I've ever been, 29 has been etched in my brain since I was a kid. My mom gave birth to me when she was 20. I still remember her 29th birthday party...and her 30th. This isn't about being 30, sure I play that game, but it's fun...till I turn 30. My mom always joked about her age and she always said that she was 29, even when she was well past 35. I remember being confused at her 30th birthday party (and more to follow) when people kept wishing her a happy 29th. All I gathered was that 30 was the worst age you could possible be and that 29 was all that was worth clinging to because when you turn 30, you're probably going to go bald, lose your boobs, grow a beard/mustache and possibly even spontaneously combust...or something like that. Years have passed and the numbers 29 and 30 have continued to haunt me. What's so special about 29? Or maybe the question is, what's so bad about 30? Should I start making a bucket list? Then I found out on the news last week that 32 is the new 21. But, but, I don't want to be 21 again! Can't they just say, "Yay! You're 32, here's ice cream!" Who doesn't feel good about that? I know today at Easter with the family I am going to be slammed with 29/30 jokes. Luckily I know that both of my middle fingers still work and I still have the mouth of a 14-year-old pubescent girl that I can turn on like a light. It's not all dread, don't get me wrong. I woke up this morning to my handsome boyfriend singing happy birthday and to 29 kisses...one for good luck, maybe 29 is special after all.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471634793458400.post-9775598602627956652011-08-30T16:18:00.000-04:002011-08-30T16:18:55.789-04:00End Of Summer Round Up<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
Well it's the end of August. Holy shit. What happened to summer? Oh yeah, it was hot and a time suck. Here's what happened during the time suck:<br />
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Remember how I was freaking out over finding a job? Well I ended up getting one...or two. I'm working 3 part time jobs now, hopefully 4 come this fall! So I've been busy to say the least. Who needs sleep? I have a bit of an announcement to make though. <b>DRUM ROLL</b> The boy and I decided to start our own vegan catering business!!! As of now we are just taking baking orders, so let me know if you are interested! We'll have a website and email address set up soon! Cookies, cakes, pies, cupcakes, etc..*. We are still tinkering with a name so we can start advertising appropriately, but we are definitely taking orders in the mean time. We are so excited!!!<br />
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I've also been busy with automobile issues. My car accident in May just led to my car slowly falling apart. Let's be real, it wasn't safe to drive after that accident. It was totaled. I didn't have a choice though. I kept the driving to a minimum but it ended up losing it's entire exhaust pipe on the fourth of July. Needless to say, we saw no fireworks. I was without a car for a while, riding the bus and borrowing my mom's ride since we work opposite schedules. Then my mom decided she wanted a new car instead of me getting a new car. She gave me her car...including the car payment I can't afford and the V6 engine that costs me an extra $20/week in gas. My old car was paid off and a 4 cylinder, I miss that lemon. But while I was without car, my friend and now roommate, <a href="http://twitter.com/#%21/sarrillmerah">@sarrillmerah</a>, sugguested I take pictures to share of things I find along my walking travels. Unfortunetly most cool things happen pretty fast and I'm pretty burnt out so sometimes finding my camera in time is an after thought. But one of the best things I saw over the summer that I wasn't able to get a picture was of a bunch of guys slowly pulling up to a curb on a busy road to scope out an xbox 360 on the curb. Without coming to a stop, the kid in the backseat opened his door and they snagged the xbox. Other picture worthy moments that failed: me saving a puppy, countless people that walk the streets of Rochester, NY, hitchhikers in Ithaca, our first catering gig, before and after pictures of the house, the people in line for the porta-potty at CMAC and I'm sure, many, many other things!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Part of the old subway station. Now just a place for the homeless and graffiti (closed 55 years ago this June, for more info go to <a href="http://www.rochestersubway.com/">http://www.rochestersubway.com</a>)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Quiet night in the south side of the city</td></tr>
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My mom also gave us her house. Ok, she didn't just give it to us. She moved out and left us with the payments and bills. I miss being downtown but I like it here. We are still technically the city, but pretty close to the suburbs. In all honesty though, we love it here. It's quiet, which is a huge difference from coming from a filthy house with musicians as neighbors and roommates playing poker till 5am. We've been busy since we moved in two months ago getting everything set up. We've painted, sanded, weeded and scrubbed...and there is still more to do! We ripped out all the carpet downstairs with my parents. I'm still waiting for our prize for surviving that, or rather, not killing anyone. Speaking of murder, we had to live with my mom for a few weeks too. Luckily, we all got out alive. But trying to move and unpack while the old tenants shit is still everywhere is beyond frustrating. I had visions of dumpsters and flames. She is just about all moved out and we are (I think) unpacked! I snapped a few pics of the house to share with you. Our walls are still bare but we are getting there! Still waiting to unpack the time machine to get our summer back though. House warming party this fall???<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kitchen</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Living Room</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Corn!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">More of the garden :)</td></tr>
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>We did get out a little this summer despite all the chaos between work and a new house, but leisure time was definitely limited. We saw Bootsy Collins at Party in the Park, Steely Dan at CMAC and went to Ithaca for a day trip.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bootsy Collins</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">(sorry, these are from my phone)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Steely Dan</td></tr>
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We went to the Punx Picnic this past weekend. It was quite the site! Heavy music, lots of leather, fucking moshing, broken glass flying, booze, drugs, motorcycles, public urination and lots of chasing and punching/stick whipping. Hoping it becomes an annual thing.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Classic punk: kid pissing in an open field, with a family party in the next shelter over</td></tr>
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When we weren't checking out music from all different genres, we did some baking and even more cooking! I tried out some new vegan recipes this summer too! When you spend a lot of time in a grocery store you can't help but drool over all the non vegan items (burgers and reese's, I'm talking to you!) but then I go home and realize I can make just about anything and being a vegan becomes easy again. Here are some of the things I made this summer that I was actually able to snap a quick picture of before they were inhaled. Not pictured: "meat"balls, punk cupcakes (they had a green mohawk!), red velvet cupcakes, mixed summer veggies from the garden in a lemon garlic sauce over pasta, eggplant parm and some kick ass, but melty, frosting...among others!<br />
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*If you are interested about placing a baking order, please send me a DM on twitter. You can find some of the items we've made so far by clicking on the 'baking' or 'vegan' label to the right or by <a href="http://creepygroovy.blogspot.com/search/label/baking">clicking here</a> and/or <a href="http://creepygroovy.blogspot.com/search/label/vegan">here</a>. Rummage around, like I said, a website is coming soon. All baked goods 100% vegan :)<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471634793458400.post-50101607592876108582011-08-24T09:20:00.000-04:002011-08-24T16:00:01.823-04:00Even Alec Baldwin Can't Save You Now<div>There is a huge supermarket store about every 10 miles from one another out here called Wegmans. If you aren't familiar with the store, perhaps you remember Alec Baldwin mentioning it on Letterman. Since then Baldwin was contacted to make a few commercials.<br />
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Everything in our city is affiliated with Wegmans. I can remember attending grand openings as a kid and being excited when the "new big" Wegmans opened near our house. Then they started serving food, SUBS!!!!! This city went crazy, not only for Wegmans, but for their "old fashioned" subs. (Side note: I've never liked the subs.) The more recent additions to the store spread from beers from around the world to tea bars, veggie bars to wine bars and even restaurants. Wegmans had everything you needed and everyone shopped there. Notice the past tense. Wegmans used to have everything you needed.<br />
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We haven't shopped at a Wegmans in over a month and we plan to never shop there again. Why? Recently they started pulling brand names from shelves and adding more of their own brand. Simple things are now hard to find, unless you want a knock off that doesn't taste the same. That was the final nail in the coffin for us. But we had talked about starting to buy our groceries elsewhere before we noticed the product swap. Before they slowly and sneakily removed name brand products from the shelves they started to take apart the entire "nature's market" section (which included organic, vegetarian and vegan food) and spread it across the store. This became incredibly irritating for us since we are both vegan. We used to be able to run into Wegmans and grab just about everything we needed...fast. Now we would have to do a scavenger hunt to look for all our items, some where easy to find and sometimes we had to give up. For example, vegan soup is more than likely in the regular soup aisle now, makes sense. But it wasn't always that easy, haha, believe me. Maybe this was a good idea? Maybe Wegmans wants the customer to be exposed to more healthy options? I wish that was the case (and maybe it is) but upon looking for my soup, I discovered that they didn't just move my soup but they got rid of just about all the flavors. An almost two shelf selection was quickly reduced to four selections overnight. What the hell? Where's my soup?! It wasn't just the soup. Suddenly a trip to Wegmans was an instant headache. There was no bread or pasta we could buy anymore since Wegmans products were taking over and our grocery list from the store became smaller and smaller. <br />
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Then one day I was in another local, and sometimes forgotten, grocery store, Tops (it's hard to not think "Wegmans" in this city when you need groceries). I found myself in the pasta aisle and was surrounded by pasta on both sides. HOLY SHIT! LOOK AT ALL THE PASTA! We've been shopping at Wegmans for so long that we were used to only seeing one or two name brands surrounded by loads of Wegmans brands. I instantly started checking labels and what I found infuriated and excited me. Most of the pasta at Tops was vegan. There was nothing special about it, it wasn't organic and it didn't have a big V on the front of the box. It was regular pasta and (something Wegmans rarely does anymore)....it was on sale! Was I dreaming? I scoped out the oatmeal section next. SWEET JESUS! Wegmans now has just one box of Quaker Instant Oatmeal, the variety pack, surrounded by Wegmans brand oatmeal. Tops had what seemed like every flavor of instant oatmeal that Quaker squeezed out. Wanna know what else I found? BREAD! And it didn't cost $6 a loaf either! WTF was Wegmans doing? I hit the jackpot! They even had my soup! The Tops near our house has a lot of organic and vegan-friendly products. To be honest, a lot more than I thought they would. I look forward to going into Tops every week now and I'm excited we can have pasta again! I hope that Tops continues to carry organic products and more importantly (for us, at least) vegan-friendly products. We still have to travel into the city or across town from time to time to the smaller, more expensive, organic stores to buy our faux meat and cheese, but Tops already sells one kind of dairy free cheese, yogurt and veggie dogs and sausages! I can't wait for them to carry more!<br />
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I really don't understand what Wegmans is trying to do. When the organic products were scattered throughout the store I sent out some angry tweets. Wegmans saw them and responded. They told me that they would love to talk to me more about what was going on at the store. I was impressed and decided to reply back in a professional way (unlike the way I handled things with Verizon Wireless...I sent them a picture of a middle finger). Wegmans asked me to follow them on Twitter so we could DM one another. I did. After four days and no response, I stopped following Wegmans on Twitter and a few months later I have stopped shopping in their stores. I may sound bitter towards Wegmans and really, I'm sad about it. Wegmans really was awesome. It was a bragging right to visiting travelers. A one stop shopping store. I realize I may lose some friends over this, as quite a few work for Wegmans, but that's not why I wrote this post. I didn't write this to offend anyone at Wegmans. If any employees read this, I hope all these store changes lead to something good for the public. We are all people and we all live on Earth, let's take care of one another. Finally, I hope that the good people in Rochester, NY know that there are other options out there. Go to Tops, check it out. The one near us has way more cool stuff than any Wegmans in this area. In fact, that's a promise. If you need the address, I'd gladly give it you.<br />
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</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471634793458400.post-54388027540068035642011-06-24T07:58:00.000-04:002011-06-24T07:58:09.297-04:00Working Girl: Hell, I'll Do Anything For Money At This PointGasp! Is it really the end of June?! Somehow I went all spring working just part time and it was pretty awesome (except for my thin, empty wallet). But I got a two more jobs in June so hopefully that wallet with plump up. I'm working for a catering business per diem to help with service and events. I've never done this kind of work before and since I kick it to work in a pair of bobos, my knees and feet take close to three days to stop throbbing. Make sure to tip your waitress. The other job I got is part time working for a data company that specializes in retail stores. What's cool about this job is that it offers benefits (minimal, but better than what I have now, which is nothing) and I get to make my own hours while working with a deadline which means I can still watch the boys part time! All of this couldn't come at a better time because we are moving into my mom's house next week and taking over her mortgage for her in the middle of July. Yes, this means we have to live with my mother for a few weeks. I mentioned something about the possibility of just being homeless for a few weeks (it is summer anyways) but apparently that wasn't taken as seriously as I'd hoped.<br />
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Busy. It's the word that could sum up all of our lives, but right now it's crowding mine. Packing, cleaning, moving, working, training, sewing, baking...and painting starts today. So I'll be busy over the next few weeks, don't think I'm ignoring you. In fact, I've already wasted too much time writing this...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471634793458400.post-82947990693601387642011-06-09T09:19:00.000-04:002011-06-09T09:19:31.485-04:00It's A Hard Knock LifeIt would be an understatement to say that I've been stressed. We move into a house at the end of the month to take over my mom's mortgage and I work 2-3 days a week and can't seem to find even a shitty job to pay the bills. A few weeks ago I found out that I have a leak in my brake line, then a few days later someone sideswiped my car overnight (in the driveway!!!!!!!) and then just a few days after that I got into a car accident...totaling my car. I still drive it but limited, just to work. We've been walking everywhere since. I don't have collision on my car and the damage is more than the car. Guess I can stop complaining about gas prices. Since I can't find any work and I need money, I agreed to work for a catering company when they have events, weddings and what have yous. I'll be the degraded asshole in a bow tie filling up your water. It's going to have to do until I find something more stable or gauge my eyes out. I've applied for well over 30 jobs.<br />
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We tried escaping reality for a night by going down to my family's cabin near <a href="http://nysparks.state.ny.us/parks/79/details.aspx">Letchworth State Park</a> but ended up having a horrible time due to stupid drunk drama. We weren't drunk, we shared one beer by the fire, and were being taunted all night. All we wanted was one night to forget our troubles and instead more trouble came to us. It's a lesson learned, if we want piece and quiet...don't let the family know you are going to the cabin. If it was up to me I'd make them all disappear Home Alone style. Luckily, one of them disappeared overnight after driving (drunk, remind you) to her mom's house around 5am. I'm glad no one was hurt although I wish her stupid ass would have ended up in a ditch or with a DWI to teach a lesson. It's not fucking cool to drive drunk, especially over a facebook message. Yes, a facebook message. Time to grow the fuck up, there are worse problems in the world...I wish a facebook message was my biggest problem.<br />
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Sobriety is especially tough after the weekend at the cabin. The weekend added more stress and I still can't get it out of my mind. I miss smoking. I quit in hopes of finding a job and not failing a drug test. I'm on day 4 and I've noticed the changes on day 2. I'm easily annoyed, tired during the day, awake at night, I'm depressed and my mind won't stop whirling. I hate it. I feel crazy all the time. Sure, it might get better but I remember feeling this way a few years ago when I quit for a few years. It sucked and I hated my life. I had horrible thoughts and feelings and relied heavily on booze. I don't want to drink again. I like having one or two drinks every few months or so with friends but I really have no interest in drinking again. Which makes me angry that I may not get hired for smoking pot. I'm not going to smoke before or during work so what does it matter what I do on my free time? It really angers me that something that keeps me happy and balanced can be the determining factor of getting a job or not. I refuse to take any medication to aid with depression and be turned into a pharmaceutical junkie. Alcoholics are lucky. <br />
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Throughout everything my boyfriend has been incredible. He's been amazing and nothing but supportive. I know it's cliche, but I honestly don't know what I would do without him. Every day since the spring has been a challenge for me, I can't seem to catch a break, and have been in quite the depressed slump. But there he is, constantly trying to make my life easier. Nobody has ever made me feel so special. I am so incredibly in love with that man and everyday he finds a different way to help me and love me. I love you, J.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471634793458400.post-13833416152027510892011-05-30T18:46:00.001-04:002011-05-30T18:56:40.626-04:00Damn, Look Who's At It Again<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Vanilla and Chocolate Cupcakes with Chocolate Ganache and Raspberries</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Chocolate Chip Brownie Cookies</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Very Vanilla Cupcakes with Chocolate Ganache and Raspberries/Strawberries</td></tr>
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Those banana chocolate chip muffins have tuned out to be a favorite of ours, but I realized this morning that we were out of liners...gasp! I did, however, have a loaf pan. Score.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Banana Chocolate Chip Bread</td></tr>
</tbody></table> I make these rolls almost weekly now. We use them for sandwiches and burgers. They're also awesome warm with butter! Instead of making a dozen rolls I only made four this time, just enough for our burgers, and decided I would see how well the dough worked to make a pizza pie...turned out to be delicious!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"a roll is a roll, and if we don't get no tolls, then we don't eat no rolls"</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">vanilla cupcakes hot out of the oven!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">vanilla cupcakes with blue frosting</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">homemade rolls with seasoning on top. we used these for sandwiches and veggie burgers. they were awesome warmed up with some earth balance butter!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">chocolate chip cupcakes</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">chocolate chip cupcakes with chocolate frosting and walmuts</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">chocolate chip cupcakes with vanilla frosting</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">peanut butter cup!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">AMAZING!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">cookie bars made with oats, my mom's homemade jam and chocolate chips</td></tr>
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</tbody></table>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471634793458400.post-63838168510346295232011-05-03T10:34:00.000-04:002011-05-03T10:34:16.081-04:00Nintendo Bros. Book Part 1Did you read <a href="http://creepygroovy.blogspot.com/2011/05/haunted-games.html">Haunted Games</a>? If not, the two boys I take care of a few times a week are now interested in making their own stories. The other night, when I worked a double, the three of us created a book based on a few of their favorite characters from Nintendo. The only help I gave were a few drawings, some coloring and writing whatever they told me to. The rest was drawn and colored by a seven-year-old and his four-year-old brother occasionally threw in a line or two. The first installment in what looks to be an upcoming series:<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Nintendo Bros. Book! Part 1</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mario is the hero of Peach. His brother is Luigi. And he always beats up Bowser when he is up to his usual tricks. He is also a plumber but rides a dragon named Yoshi. His other enemy is Wario. Mario loves Princes Peach. IT'S A ME!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Princess Peach always gets captured. Mario, her hero, always swoops in to save the day. She lives in a castle in Mushroom Kingdom with Toad and loves Mario.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Wario is the opposite of Mario. He is greedy for gold. His brother is Waluigi. He rides a motorcycle. He causes mischief all over the world. He foes gross things and shakes things up...even his booty!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yoshi is the friendliest thing on the island. He has the same nemesis as Mario- Bowser! Yoshi popped out of an egg and he can shoot eggs too! He is always open to help.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bowser is the eviliest, most terrifying koopa ever! He crushes everyone in his way with his shell. He kidnapped Princess Peach. He's the meanest and grumpy, too! Mario always kicks his butt when Bower is up to his evil tricks. He lives in a castle with lava and fire.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The End</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471634793458400.post-2159324482564393992011-05-01T21:10:00.000-04:002011-05-01T21:10:10.183-04:00Haunted GamesI've gotten both boys I watch into making their own books. The four-year-old told me what to write and helped with some of the coloring (he was rather bossy actually and I ended up doing most of the coloring while he told me to hurry up). I thought the project turned out to be cute (thanks to some Scooby Doo stencils) and I thought I'd share it. Plus my drawing of Daphne is more than worth the look. So may I present you with Scooby Doo: Haunted Games by me and a lil guy...<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">One day Shaggy went right down into the swamp. He tripped and landed right into the swamp. Shaggy turned into a zombie!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And then the zombie walked out of the swamp!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Fred was standing there with his shoe next to the swamp and his other shoe on the ground.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Then Fred turned into the wolfman on accident and stood in his own spooky way by the moon.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Daphne ran right down into the basement and turned into...</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> </td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">THE WITCH DOCTOR! She put spells on those meddling kids.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Scooby Doo words were floating through the air. ZOINKS! Scooby Dooby Doo! (Ruby Ruby Roo!)</td></tr>
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My mom found a picture of me and the boy on <a href="http://www.buffalo.com/">buffalo.com</a> and I found us in the background of a buffalo news video too! Unfortunately, I can't find any footage of me sticking out my tongue in a lewd fashion behind my mom as she got interviewed from another news channel. Speaking of, more bad news: I forgot my camera. But thank goodness for cellphones! I was able to snap a few (crappy) photos inside Buffalo Central Terminal.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">There were thousands of fish in the lake!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>It seemed like forever to get there but we made it to Philly! I booked us a hotel room in New Jersey. So we had to drive through Philadelphia in order to get to our hotel room, but we were just a few minutes away from the city of brotherly love.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yay Philly! Boo traffic!</td></tr>
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</tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We got a little lost going to the basketball game in Philly, and saw a hooker waiting for a trucker to step out, but we didn't miss too much of the game. We had awesome seats (second row, not floor) and even found some extremely over priced veggie burgers! A (crappy) veggie burger with fries and a rootbeer came to $17.50...and that was the combo deal. Ouch. When we came back to our seats we noticed that a mom and her two snotty pubescent kids had snuck down to the row in front of ours. I didn't care so much until the pizza faced little girl kicked my burger and fries. Luckily, I caught the burger and only ketchup and packets went all over (hey, the ketchup wasn't seventeen bones). This however angered my boyfriend as he's the one that was kicked and a pile of ketchup sat on his knee. He called those two kids curse words and the girl was embarrassed. I couldn't believe that the mother didn't get involved. Her daughter had jumped up and over seats and kicked someone's dinner and then put her head down out of what I assumed to be shame. And the little girl never apologized (nor did my boyfriend though for calling her and her family "mother fuckers"). I noticed the mother had a rock on her finger that couldn't fit up the common nostril so just assumed we were dealing with a bunch of rich snobs. It's too bad how some people think manners aren't necessary when money is involved. Towards the end of the game the girl turned around to me and asked what section we were sitting in. At first I thought she was going to apologize so I fumbled with my a words a bit until I muttered out the section number. Right after I told her the section my boyfriend told them to check their tickets (<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qdtg80Hnjf4">cue laugh track</a>). Other than that bit of drama, and the Houston Rockets (boyfriend's team) losing to the 76ers, the game was fun! I'm not a basketball fans by any means and I have to suffer through many, many games on tv but going to a game and having cool seats made all the difference! I had fun taking pictures for my boyfriend so he could watch and enjoy the game. I'll say it, I'd go to another.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The girl who kicked my dinner. Also known as "mole cunt"</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The concert was in our section but we left before we got boxed in. I saw Matisyahu recently anyways.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>We went back to our hotel in Jersey after the game to rest up for walking around Philly the next day. My boyfriend fell asleep almost instantly when he laid on the bed that we weren't quite sure was changed before we arrived. It took me a minute to drift off but after I finally rested my mind and assured myself that it was only for a few hours and I could shower first thing in the morning I fell asleep. However, I was awake most of the night from 2-4am, mainly the 3-4am hour though. That's where the action was at! I kept waking up to high heels clicking on cement, knocks on doors and men talking. When we got home from the game we realized our door didn't lock automatically like it should have but my boyfriend/hero fixed it before we went to bed. It's not that I didn't doubt he fixed the lock but I realized how shaddy of a place I booked and was a tad fearful of someone coming in during the night. We checked out first thing in the morning and headed towards downtown Philadelphia and South Street before heading home.<br />
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I stopped for gas before we entered Philly and paid only $3.33/gallon for gas! I couldn't believe how cheap gas was in Jersey (good for something)! When I handed my card to the attendant and said "fill 'er up!" he smiled an almost completely toothless grin and replied with something sounding like "yabba gabba." I'm not sure what his language was, but it clearly wasn't english. On the way home I had to fill up again...but this time at $3.67/gallon. Sigh.<br />
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Here's where the trip gets tasty! While checking out the sites and architecture downtown we walked to the <a href="http://www.readingterminalmarket.org/">Redding Terminal Market</a>. The place was a food lover's dream with randomness strewn between like used book stores and incense shops. We grabbed lunch at a vegetarian place called The Basic 4 Vegetarian Snack Bar. They had quite a few options and a hearty handful of vegan meals too. I've never been much of a meat eater before I was vegetarian so I had never had a philly cheesesteak in my life but thanks to <a href="http://www.tofutown.net/index.php?id=93">seitan</a> I enjoyed my very first philly cheesesteak...only vegan! They added peppers, onions and soy cheese making the entire hoagie smell, and look, just like all the other "real" cheesesteaks! I would imagine it tastes pretty close to the original cheesesteak. Anyone out there ever tasted both? I'm curious as to how close the two taste.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Vegan Philly Cheesesteak</td></tr>
</tbody></table>After lunch we continued our venture in downtown Philly to check out a few historic sightings at the <a href="http://www.nps.gov/inde/index.htm">Independence Mall</a>. We were strapped on time because of the lunch rush in the market but we were able to get in a few quick glances.The foundation to the <a href="http://www.nps.gov/inde/historyculture/the-presidents-house.htm">President's House</a> was on display in a giant glass case after having archeologists dig it up and that was pretty neat. On the way to the Liberty Bell my boyfriend decided it was a good time to practice healthy grooming habits and began clipping his nails, thankfully pausing while we were searched for weapons. The Liberty Bell was, um...liberty-like. I'd never seen the Liberty Bell before so that was cool too actually.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Liberty Bell. Go head, give it a ring.</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">After throwing a few more bucks in the parking kiosk we started walking towards South Street, a hangout street filled with shops, restaurants and art. We took a few pictures (mostly on film...still needs to be developed) and checked out a few record stores. My boyfriend got some records at <a href="http://www.reporecords.com/">Repo Records</a> and I was able to snatch a few at <a href="http://www.philarecx.com/">Philadelphia Record Exchange</a>. I was actually disappointed by the inventory at both stores but I suppose all the good stuff is already gone in the bigger cities. Focusing on our stomachs next we bought cookies from <a href="http://www.cookieconfidential.com/">Cookie Confidential</a>, a bakery focusing on cookies (obviously). They had two types of vegan cookies that day, key lime and chocolate chip. We bought one of each and realized probably at least three of each would have been better...maybe an uneven five. So good! </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Delicious cookies from <a href="http://www.twitter.com/cookieconfident">@cookieconfident</a></td></tr>
</tbody></table>We bought more vegan baked goods from <a href="http://www.essenemarket.com/">Essene Market & Cafe</a>. It was a great natural food store, similar to our local one, <a href="http://www.lorisnatural.com/">Lori's Natural Foods</a>, but Essense has a vegan bakery! There were so many choices! Cookies, pies, pudding and cupcakes just to name a few. There were shelves lined with deliciousness! We ended up bringing home a fudge brownie, chocolate chip scone that looks more like a giant scoop of cookie dough and a banana pecan chocolate chip pound cake. We've only tried the brownie so far and it was good! It was a little more cake-like than fudge-like but I'd gladly take another one if offered to me with no complaints. The chocolate chip cookie scone was a little bland but it didn't stop us from eating the entire thing rather quickly. I think I would have liked it better with some tea. Banana pecan chocolate chip pound cake, you're next!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Chocolate Chip Scone...bigger than my fist.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Banana Pecan Chocolate Chip Pound Cake</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Fudge Brownie</td></tr>
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We walked down to the end of South Street, Penn's Landing, took in the view of the Delaware River and started walking back towards the car. Our trip was just about over. We made sure to order a pizza from the all vegan pizzeria, <a href="http://www.blackbirdpizzeria.com/index.html">Blackbird</a>, but ordering was hard when there were too many good pies to choose from. Veggie Supreme seemed like a good one to try out...and it was awesome! We talked about maybe ordering with less cheese next time but honestly, we gobbled up our slices with no complaints and brought the rest of the pizza home with us for delicious left overs. Oh and remember the <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gQBjJjpkjl0">greenbox pizza box</a> I tweeted about a while back? Blackbird Pizzeria uses them! I was so excited once I noticed the box! Blackbird Pizzeria fucking rules.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Blackbird Pizzeria and a stud reading the menu</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Greenbox Pizza Box <a href="http://twitter.com/#!/greenboxny">@greenboxny</a></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Veggie Supreme Pizza from Blackbird Pizzeria<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">onions, peppers, mushrooms, artichokes, red sauce, daiya cheese</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table>So that was our mini vacation to Philly (and Dirty Jersey). We had a really great time and can't wait to go back! Next time I'd like to check out the zoo maybe. The ride home was amazing and perfect. I can't imagine being anymore happy than I am right now. Thanks to Brooklawn, New Jersey for letting us crash and for the cheap gas! And Philly...we'll be back.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471634793458400.post-1401697795295997542011-03-29T15:36:00.000-04:002011-03-29T15:36:56.095-04:00Who Said Becoming Vegan Was Hard?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">In case you're curious what sort of vegan deliciousness we've been getting into while I'm unemployed...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We had to eat it a day late but here's the feast I made for my boyfriend's birthday!</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ma! The meatloaf! FUCK! (and corn and mashed potatoes w/ gravy)</td></tr>
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No, it's not a veiny sausage.I know it looks gross but I promise you it was yummy!</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> Frozen banana smothered in chocolate, drizzled with homemade peanut butter topping </td></tr>
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We finally got a bed! No more futon! But before we got the mattress we had to make some treats as a trade.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;"> Here's my dessert platter from the other night. Who said becoming vegan was hard?</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mexican Wedding Cake, Oatmeal Chocolate Peanut Butter Cookie and a Snickeroo!</td></tr>
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<div>We're leaving for Philly in the morning to spend an overnight, eat vegan food and check out a basketball game as my present to the boy to celebrate his birth. We're stoked about going! I wrote down a few vegan bakeries to check out and we'll be paying a few visits to some record stores too. Anyone have any suggestions for a quick visit to Philly? </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471634793458400.post-75235659960319315502011-03-16T10:17:00.000-04:002011-03-16T10:17:39.275-04:00Update To My Crazy LifeWell I put my notice in at work last Thursday and that night before I went to bed I received an email stating that the following day would be my last. It was bittersweet. I was glad to leave but nervous about money, mainly because I have none. Then my wheels started turning. Maybe they would give me at least a weeks pay for the sudden notice? Nope. Not one penny more and they actually had me stay later than I was supposed to! Phew...glad that's over. On top of the stress of money, I found out that my mom is going to be renting her house to my boyfriend and I and a friend of ours. Sweet! Wait, we have no money...shit. Time to get some! As if the stress isn't enough right now, I've decided to start two businesses. I know, I'm crazy. More on that as more becomes finalized, but for now here's a look into my first three days of freedom:<br />
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Day One of my new life was extremely lazy. It's too embarrassing to even think about.<br />
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Day Two started with a thorough car cleaning in temperatures just peaking thirty degrees with The Dead Weather blaring out of my dad's garage. After that I sorted out pennies from the rest of my almost twenty bucks worth of change and then decided to re-alphabetize my records and listen to a few.<br />
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Day Three was a little more social. After dropping my boyfriend off at work, I picked up our soon to be roommate and we went over to check out my mom's house which lead to my mom taking us our to lunch. The menu had vegetarian options! The food was good but the decor was country diarrhea, hard to digest. After we all went our separate ways I stopped in a Verizon only to waste my time. They really should change the name to Verjizzon. I picked up my boyfriend, he made a tasty vegan pizza and I made a vegan texas cake. I meant to take pictures but we were hungry. Sorry.<br />
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I'm definitely looking forward to spend more time learning how to cook and bake vegan, sewing too. Ad of course I'll have more time to spend with my awesome boyfriend and friends. Life may be a little tough right now, but I'm doing OK. I'm happy and I can't wait for the future.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471634793458400.post-71035735910018001852011-03-05T12:28:00.001-05:002011-03-05T13:52:54.027-05:00Case "Work Rant" Closed<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">The</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"> other morning family 2 told me that I have to immediately stop watching family 1 and since they can't give me the raise I want I've decided that I'm going to quit. I'll still work for family 1 part time and I plan on starting my own business (more on that soon!)</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">. I'll work for Family 2 until the end of the month, hopefully, and family 1 is just going to have to wait a few, rough weeks but they are completely supportive and excited. They offered me a generous around for only a few hours a week and even offered to let me borrow money if I hit a rough patch during the transition. I forgot what it feels like to be appreciated. It all makes sense now. It's not about the money, it's about doing the right thing for everyone involved. I'm looking forward to the future and all the happiness that follows...well maybe starting in April. ;)</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">I have to say that if it wasn't for the support and advice I got from everyone, whether it was a tweet, a comment on my blog, an email or a text, I wouldn't have made this decision. I was overwhelmed by all the responses and I am extremely thankful for every single one of you. THANK YOU! I love you. And speaking of love, I'm positive I wouldn't be making it through this if it wasn't for my boyfriend. He has had to listen to every single complaint (often more than once) and some how he still held me every day (often more than once) and told me that everything would be ok. I feel like myself again now. He comforted me every night and every morning. And sent me messages throughout the day with words of encouragement, laughter and love. He is my motivation. My boyfriend truly is my hero. </span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471634793458400.post-74113746425370384622011-03-01T23:08:00.000-05:002011-03-01T23:08:27.620-05:00Case "Work Rant" OpenedI'm a nanny for two families. Family 1 I've been with for over six years and I have been through a lot with them including their first son diagnosed with a form of autism. I worked with both, occupational and speech, therapists a few times a week with their son and continued to work with him after we lost the therapists and he was put into special ed once he started school. While all this was going on the family had another baby who ended up needing part of his skull removed. A few months after the baby's surgery we were informed that the new big brother could start 2nd grade in a "normal" classroom, he was no longer labeled as autistic in any way. The news was incredible and his parents told the school I was the one who worked with their son fives times a week. I'd never been more flattered and proud in my life. I'll never forget that. And let me be to clear to state that I'm not claiming I cured him or anything he was labeled with, I learned a lot from his therapists and just continued all the exercises. He's the smartest and most creative little person I know and I give him credit to everything, but all that matters is that both boys are completely healthy. But because of the heath issues surrounding the kids, the mother's job wasn't sympathetic and they could no longer afford to keep me full time. I didn't want to leave them and they didn't want me to leave. They set me up with neighbors of theirs who shared me so I could still work full time, even if I only watched family 1 once or twice a week. However, I ended up being offered double of what I was making by another family (family 2) and it just made sense. I stopped watching the neighbors and kept watching family 1 part time while starting to watch family 2. The money I was promised ended up being cut in half in a matter of three months. I've been with family 2 for almost three years now and since they just had a baby, I just got my first raise...an extra five bucks a day. Isn't that sweet of them? Five fucking dollars! My teenage brother makes more money than me. Luckily, family 1 offered me more days...meaning more money. Of course I accepted! Things were looking up. My boyfriend and I have been talking about going on a few (much needed) trips this summer and buying a house. Everything was perfect timing.<br />
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I told family 2 about the news. They've always been supportive about me still working for family 1 and loved that their daughter was able to get some kid-on-kid interaction when I would bring her over with me. But once I told them that family 1 needed help twice a week the shit hit the fan. All of a sudden I was told that I can't watch family 1. WTF? Family 1 said they would do <i>anything</i> to keep me (the father already works three jobs and it's been explained that one of those jobs pays to keep me around). So family 2 told me that they didn't want the baby being driven across the city that much, which I completely understand (as does family 1). Family 1 told me that they would drop their one son off and pick him up so I wouldn't have to do any driving and that they would find other arraignments to get their other kid on and off the bus. Problem solved...or so I thought. Family 2 signed their daughter up for preschool, dance classes and soccer all in the same week to make my life a living hell, I'm sure. Family 1 moved their schedules around and are now going to be working weekends in order to compromise with family 2. But then family 2 told me that having another kid in the house would be too stressful and germy. Guess it's ok though when their nieces are dropped off unexpectedly...oh and I've never been paid to watch the nieces. And I guess we don't bring any germs home with us after we go to the library, museum and various play centers and playgrounds, right?<br />
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Family 2 asked me to give them a number that I would need in order to stop watching family 1. After taking what I make now (which boils down to about $4/hour) and adding what I'd be losing from no longer working for family 1, plus the cost of an infant I gave them a number. Since the dad of family 2 has been out of work since the summer I made the number as fair as possible to both parties involved, but it was still a low number...not even double of what I make. Today I was given a typed document from family 2. They offered me $20 less a week than I asked for...pre tax. I don't know much about taxes but it sounds like I'm going to be bringing home a lot less money at the end of the week than I thought I was originally. In fact, they want to pay me what the cost for one child would cost...not two (one of which being only three-weeks-old). Family 1 refuses to lose me and because of that I had to work a twelve hour shift today. I love family 1 and their two boys. LOVE. And I love family 2's kids too, but they have a kid who kicks, hits, pinches, scratches, bites, screams, spits and will fart and burp in my face whenever she gets the chance with absolutely no discipline. If I put her on time out or raise my voice either I'm scolded by the mother or the mother rushes to her daughter's side and tells her that everything is alright. The boys from family 1 always ask me why shes so bad...even other kids notice something isn't right. By the way, I haven't mentioned that family 2 expects a nanny to also be a maid, cleaning lady and handy man? In their defense, one did just have a c-section and the other has been recovering from back surgery but both are completely mobile to do some of my laundry list, which oddly enough starts doing the laundry, dishes, vacuuming, shoveling, taking the garbage and recyclables out (and in), picking up everything left behind from their three-year-old daughter from when I left around 5pm the day before, changing outlet plates throughout the house, installing a curtain rod with the help from a drill (I have no health insurance), using a buzz saw and installing molding along their, now, finished basement which was flooded over the weekend. So much for my hard work...but serves them right!<br />
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So I'm stuck right in the middle of a situation with a solution that seems obvious yet...not. I wish I had money saved somewhere. Is 30 too old to finally open a savings account? I figured that two years will give me enough money to save up that $200 needed.<br />
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What would you do?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471634793458400.post-45112005663400109042011-02-27T18:14:00.000-05:002011-02-27T18:14:54.651-05:00Once You Go Black Swan...Time for the Acedemy Awards! Whew! Has it already been 83 years?! Back then five films were usually nominated for Best Picture (or Best Production). Sure, less movies were made eighty years ago but just because anyone can make a movie now doesn't mean we can't be picky and find the best from the rest. As far as I'm concerned ten movies are just too much. The Best Picture category this year has some weeds. Calm down, potheads. Although I'm quite certain that every movie nominated this year would be more enjoyable with a visit from the nug squad. With that said, this just seems like a bum year for awards. So let's dive in anyways!<br />
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<b>Best Picture</b><br />
Let's take a look at each one here and, basically, do what the Academy should have done...<br />
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I love Danny Boyle and James Franco but I expected more from the both of them, leaving me unimpressed with <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1542344/">127 Hours</a>. Is that snobby? Oh well, fuck it. Chin up boys...and step it up.<br />
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<a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1403865/">The Kids Are Alright</a>??? I watched it, had mixed feelings and went to bed.<br />
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Jeff Bridges and The Coen brothers have proved to be a perfect pair in the past and I'm afraid that without El Duderino himself, <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1403865/">True Grit</a> just would be crappy CGI mountains surrounding a stronger performance by fifteen-year old <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm2794962/">Hailee Steinfeld</a> than Matt Damon's had in twelve years.<br />
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I didn't get a chance to see <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1399683/">Winter's Bone</a>, but either did you. I guess there's some chatter about <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0370035/">John Hawkes</a> winning an actors award though. Guess I'll bump it up in the Netflix queue.<br />
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<a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1285016/">Social Network</a>. Hmm. I feel like this movie came out a little too soon. I understand why it's being called "a film of a generation" but a film about Facebook winning an Oscar puts a bad taste in my mouth. I'm a Fincher fan but most of the time I was confused and distracted by trying to figure out if Mark Zuckerberg was in some way autistic. I later found out that he is not, which is just one of the other many misinterpretations found within the movie...so maybe it does define a generation after all.<br />
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Well, I didn't get to watch <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0964517/">The Fighter</a> in time for tonight but I doubt it's going to win Best Picture anyways.<br />
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I'll say it, I loved <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1375666/">Inception</a> and as much as I hate movies winning awards for blockbuster status...I wouldn't mind seeing it take home Best Picture. It won't but I could watch the <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1VkSHQPl9tA">rotating fight scene</a> over and over again.<br />
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Is it me or did anyone else think that <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0435761/">Toy Story 3</a> was fucked up? I found my heart pounding at times out of fear. Between the creepers duo of Big Baby and Lots-O, I was just waiting for a gang bang. While watching it with children I kept checking their little faces to make sure they weren't noticing how much I was freaking out and to be sure they weren't scared too...instead I found smiles and twinkles in their eyes. WTF?! I'm sure this horrific tale will win the category for Best Animation anyways. Hey, Academy! How does Pixar's dick taste?<br />
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Bottom Line.<br />
Who should win- <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0947798/">Black Swan</a> Who will win- <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1504320/">The King's Speech</a><br />
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<b>Best Director:</b><br />
Who should win- <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0004716/">Darren Aronofsky</a> Who will win- <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000399/">David Fincher</a><br />
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<b>Best Actor:</b><br />
You would think that James Franco would win for cutting off his arm but I just didn't buy his performance. I did love Jeff Bridges though (as always) and we already know my thoughts on the portrayal of Facebook's Zuckerberg. Sadly, I didn't get around to <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1164999/">Biutiful</a> and Colin Firth seems to be the favorite. I liked Firth in The King's Speech, so sure...I'll choose him.<br />
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<b>Best Actress:</b><br />
I'm all about the swan this year. Sorry ladies, Natalie Portman wins. Hands down.<br />
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<b>Best Documentary</b>:<br />
I admit I didn't see any of the documentary's this year but I'd love to see <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1587707/">Exit Through the Gift Shop</a> win over the other contenders. Unfortunately, money seems to always win in this day and age so I think <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1645089/">Inside Job</a> has the best chance.<br />
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Lastly, I'd like to thank my boyfriend who had to sacrifice a lot of basketball games in order for me to watch these movies. How much basketball does he watch? Check out <a href="http://94feettoglory.blogspot.com/">his blog</a> to find out. We're making a feast tonight to celebrate The 83rd Academy Awards. A roast, mashed potatoes, gravy, vegetables and even some chocolate peanut butter oatmeal deliciousness for dessert! I love award season!<br />
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</tbody></table>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471634793458400.post-62576918188050359052011-02-13T23:14:00.000-05:002011-02-13T23:14:23.897-05:00My Vegan Valentine<div class="MsoNormal">Oh, Valentine’s Day (insert cliché feelings here). Work has been stressing me out and the boy has been picking up the pieces on a daily basis and doing his best to keep me sane. I feel bad he’s been stuck with a crazy girlfriend lately and decided that he needed a special treat for dealing with me. The first thing I did after work Friday night was drive around town looking for a special Valentine’s Day present for the boy. After a hissy fit in Best Buy I decided to get something a little more…dangerous yet satisfying. Now, I may like the bad boys but I’m a good girl (right?) so I made a bunch of goodies for my love too as a thank you for always being there, loving me and for being so fucking awesome. After all, he is the love of my life.<o:p></o:p></div><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="clear: left; color: black; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;">I made another loaf of bread but this one was baked with a secret message! </span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">We made chocolate peanut butter pillow cookies Saturday night. A chocolate cookie with a peanut butter filling! Ga-ga-goo!</div><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbZIeor-REsdJcYsy5cveHUKo5gbHNZAadyOmT6GpVFga9kDtUlDZTjTHEOW6WuSOCEc1XJtxOKmo8HUzRjj2lc-X7fLKu1SpUdnjPyh_rSL8OMjUUEU8pqPxr7CB7eKPwPhlpSsEyGA/s1600/IMG01006-20110213-1242.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbZIeor-REsdJcYsy5cveHUKo5gbHNZAadyOmT6GpVFga9kDtUlDZTjTHEOW6WuSOCEc1XJtxOKmo8HUzRjj2lc-X7fLKu1SpUdnjPyh_rSL8OMjUUEU8pqPxr7CB7eKPwPhlpSsEyGA/s320/IMG01006-20110213-1242.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Might as well add some homemade peanut butter frosting!</span></td></tr>
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">I knew these were in our future since the boy loves chocolate and peanut butter and I love cupcakes. The chocolate cupcake batter was heavenly and the peanut butter frosting…GIGGIDTY!</div><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2L7VH-pT9jbsg5-Y4gk-pkpGnRRUrkRJ_X-VH8jHgwmrqnjEiXy1cduQqCOAZgrauTDZeHR436gKjfgjsOtH1epmpdR_AuykCSa6722CdNbPQUIiSFVxWdOQ21S9_jnwnx4QKsQk1LQ/s1600/IMG01008-20110213-1432.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2L7VH-pT9jbsg5-Y4gk-pkpGnRRUrkRJ_X-VH8jHgwmrqnjEiXy1cduQqCOAZgrauTDZeHR436gKjfgjsOtH1epmpdR_AuykCSa6722CdNbPQUIiSFVxWdOQ21S9_jnwnx4QKsQk1LQ/s320/IMG01008-20110213-1432.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br />
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