Monthly Archives: February 2012

Things I Don’t Understand.

Anything happening here:

What in the HELL happened to her?  Why won’t somebody help a girl out!

Seriously.  At least she got her teeth fixed.  I used to love her!  I choose to remember the good old days:

A sort of funny/mean link on the history of her “looks”.

5 Favorites

1.) Meet BAGGU:

BAGGU is this great little company that I discovered online that offers super lightweight low carbon footprint bags in tons of fun colors, sizes and fabrics.  Plus they are sold for amazing prices.  I ordered 2 sets of the multi size zipper pouches for packing purposes along with a navy striped beach bag.

 My total order with shipping was less than $50 and they came really fast.  PLUS I got the perfect beach/camera friendly bag that I’ve been searching for.

2.) I’ve been using NARS products for awhile now and have always loved the company’s biggest seller, Orgasm blush.  In the recent winter months I’ve felt that orgasm was a little too garish for my pasty white skin so I went into Nordstrom to see what could be done:

It doesn’t look it in the case (they never do) but the Oasis blush gives that slightly flushed ‘I just came in from a quick jog’ look.  It’s perfect for my winter skin.  You can find the blush brush here (which is so easy to use and blend with it’s crazy).

3.) Some of the best things in life are free and it just so happens that my next favorite was a gift I received for christmas.  I had eyed it in Anthropologie many times and was so happy to have been given it in my favorite color!

You can pick out your own (for a great price) here!

4.) Speaking of great prices, here is one of my most favorite recent purchases:

It is EOS lip balm which was given Allure magazines Best of Beauty award 2011 for best lip balm.  You can pick one up at Target for under $3.00 and it’s kinda fun to put on.

5.) Last but certainly not least – my favorite Super Bowl commercial.

You’re welcome.



Hello All.

And by all I mean mom.  Hi mom.

Sorry for the short break in the action but we had some major things happening around here this past weekend.  Denver had it’s version of a ‘blizzard’ which essentially means that it snows, everybody freaks out, schools and businesses shut down, and everyone from Minnesota laughs.  Out loud.  While pointing.

Denver wouldn’t know what a blizzard looked like if one black iced its ass into a ditch.

So an entire metropolitan city shut down starting Thursday night and didn’t really re-open until Monday.  They cancelled schools and closed offices Thursday afternoon before a single drop of snow fell because of predictions (apocalypse).

Yes it snowed, and yes it snowed more than an inch.  However, the problem in Denver isn’t the amount of snow, it’s that THEY DON’T PLOW.  Ever.  Not at all.  I’ll give the Minnesota readers a moment for that to sink in.

It’s Tuesday afternoon and they STILL haven’t plowed any side streets which are now like driving through a sugar beet field.

So when Jon and I awoke Friday morning expecting six feet of powdery goodness forcing us to stay inside, we were instead greeted with sunshine and about 7 inches of rapidly melting wet fluffy snow.  Damnit.

Thanks to Jon and his hatred of all things lazy, we took full advantage of a day off  and ran errands.  Ran errands where we could because random businesses were just simply closed.  Because it snowed a little.  ANYWAYS – onward to my point here.   One of these errands included FINALLY buying a new mattress!!!  This is where my complaining of not being permitted to be lazy will end.

I can’t even begin to explain how happy I am about this.  We have been agonizing over this decision since before we got married.  The only thing we could decide on was the size…KING (duh).  People have warned that king size beds are a marriage ruiner.  You know what else is a marriage ruiner?  Sleeping like a plank on the edge of a sunken queen while glaring at your husband who is comatose and impersonating a starfish.  The promise of a king has been the only thing keeping me from stuffing a dirty sock in his wide open sound asleep mouth.


It was delivered Sunday and we’ve BOTH had two nights of blissful comatose starfish impersonating sleep.

I will say that I’m not sure yet if it’s because of the Temper-Pedic.  We could have bought a water bed and it would have been an improvement over the catastrophe we’d been sleeping on.  In fact, our entire room was sad and pathetic and un-relaxing.  I’m sure like the cooking post I will regret this, but with embarrassment…here it is:

Hahahaha.  Oh my god it’s so much more horrible here.  To answer your certain to be asked questions, yes we sleep near our bikes (Jon doesn’t want his stolen), yes we do sometimes become depressed when standing in there, and the mattress bottom is all torn up because our cat/dog prefers to torture during sleeping hours.

The shame I now feel is only motivating me to complete our re-decoration more.

Sunday morning I went crazy and emptied EVERYTHING out of there to prepare for our new arrival.  It is currently sitting on a pristinely vacuumed floor because much like the mattress choice, choosing a bed frame has been agonizing.  I kicked all the other crap out of the room because it didn’t deserve to be in the presence of such magnificence.  I hastily piled on the new/unopened king size sheets, blankets, and duvet that have been sitting in my closet for months waiting and collecting dust.  The change is indescribable.

Jon asked me this morning after he had gone to work if I was already excited to go to sleep again.  My answer was yes and I hadn’t even peeled myself out of the bed yet.  The next step will be the bed frame, followed little by little with more changes such a less depressing paint color, some new bedside tables, a home for our bikes and some pretty pillows.  Until then I plan to continue sleeping like the dead and perpetuate Jon’s fear of all things lazy.

Stay tuned…

Things I Don’t Understand

Non-recourse loans.  Which Jon was trying to explain to me at 6:30 this morning (maybe that’s why I didn’t get it).

More importantly and equally confusing is why in the hell they call this baby’s breath.

I pulled a Marlo this morning and spent 30+ minutes crawling around our house trying to figure out where the stench was coming from.  It seemed to follow me so much so that I brushed my teeth again and smelled my clothes trying to solve the mystery.  It wasn’t me.  It was those stinky ass “flowers”.  Isn’t baby’s breath supposed to be sweet and perfect and lovely?

I don’t get it.  From now on they will be called morning breath instead.


It’s been on repeat all morning and I still can’t stop listening to it.

Blind Pilot is a band that I learned about from our friends Scott and Susan.  After we got engaged, Susie made Jon and I a CD full of songs that mattered in her and Scotts relationship.   It’s WAYYY more my style than Jons (which means it’s totally awesome) and I listened to it over and over on my solo drive up to Minnesota the week before our wedding.  I love it.

On it was this song by Blind Pilot:

3 Rounds and a Sound

I loved it so much that I considered using it somewhere in our wedding, maybe even as our first dance.  I am, however, an ardent non copier so I just couldn’t do it.  Plus we kind of always knew we would dance to this:

Glory Bound

Well Blind Pilot has a newish album out (released 9/13/11) and I really like the entire thing.  The song that’s been on repeat all day is this one:

01 Half Moon

Isn’t it lovely?   I love it.

I Will Regret This.


I’ll just tell you since in the last post I promised to be ‘more real’.

Sitting in our lovely hotel room in Santa Fe on New Years Eve, waiting to leave for dinner, Jon and I each wrote down five resolutions and sent them to one another.  The sending was done in an effort to support (nag) and remind (harass) the other to stay true to said resolutions.  We spoke prior about making them realistic and beneficial to our lives.  They were.  They are.  They’re probably the most attainable and bettering resolutions I’ve ever made.  So far I’ve kept them.

I will tell you two of the five…for now.  The first was always going to be about this blog:

1.) Write 4+ blog entries a week.

So far I’ve done this, I’m sure that I won’t always.  I aimed higher in hopes that it would at least guarantee me two a week.  The second also happened to be about the blog, but more so keeping Jon happy in our marriage:

2.) Try one new recipe a month and blog about it.

THIS is much more difficult than it sounds.  I work in a restaurant and work mostly nights, and when I’m not working at night, I absolutely do NOT want to be serving somebody food.  However, Jon loves my cooking (so easy to please) and it’s fun to blog about and take pictures of food.  It in turn supports resolution number one.

What I’m getting at is that last night was the 31st of January and in true Ali fashion (procrastination) and effort to keep my 2nd resolution, I tried a new recipe.  It was pretty half assed but (here come the excuses) I got done working way later than anticipated, still had to go to the grocery store, and drive home through traffic.  Oh yeah – and then cook/eat/cleanup said meal.  I was trying to get it done quickly, trying to watch Mitt Romney speak, and do not have my dads natural talent for timing food therefore I didn’t snag many photo’s.

I found the recipe online and chose a pasta dish because starting tomorrow (February 1st) there will be no carbs for me until after Hawaii.  Wish me luck.  So tonight we indulged.  It’s called Pancetta and Leek Pasta and honestly, it was average for a final carb fest.  Alas, here is my lame first attempt at food blogging. I’m already embarrassed.

We had olives to start.  I bought them pre-mixed.

The recipe did not call for baby’s breath, they were just too lovely to pass up.

The recipe DID call for leeks.  They were far more beautiful than I ever realized.

My (our) new chef’s knife that came in the set I bought at Williams Sonoma would be mad at me if I didn’t mention him.  He’s handsome isn’t he?

I was pretty pissed at that red wine for ruining my shot of the cheap flowers.  We don’t allow wine in our house.

I realize this looks nothing like pancetta and leek pasta.  That’s because it’s the primary color themed salad I whipped up while the pasta was overcooking.  Al dente can suck it.

This was the second pancetta attempt (note: READ the recipe carefully) after I yanked the first try out of the oven and nearly set off the fire alarms before running the smoking tray out to the patio.  Sad, but true.

Recipe goes like this:

Don’t burn the pancetta, add leeks, nondescript amount of butter, Ramona Singer (you have to have Bravo T.V. to get this) amount of dry white wine, guilty amount of heavy cream, simmer simmer stir stir, add soggy overcooked pasta and vioula:

…cat puke on a pretty plate.


I spoke of my old blog earlier this week and one of my favorite quotes from it was:

“an experience is what you get when you didn’t get what you want”

This meal was an experience.  Better luck next time.