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Sunday Snippet

Jan 292012

Hi, hello. Merry Sunday. Have some photos that I took this weekend.

Someone get me on a Wacky Worm, STAT. (The sleaziness of that statement will never get old.) This is pretty much how I looked all week: morose with a general feeling of malaise. I’m getting better, though. I can almost eat again without feeling seasick! (No, I’m definitely not pregnant, don’t fret.)

Chooch ran into this Star Wars display at Target and is suddenly really feeling Valentine’s Day.

Marcy & Chooch’s Art Class.

Again, I say: fuck off, winter depression! There is too much to look forward to.

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Coming up: a post (with video!) where I wanted to fight a 13-year-old girl to defend Henry’s honor, and more of Henry’s answers to your questions on the “Harangue Henry” post. Woo, this blog is so full of substance I can hardly stand it. (Sarcasm 101.)

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Random Picture Sunday & a Rant

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Jun 122011

I was skulking about Clairton three summers ago with my camera. All my local friends know what a terrific idea THAT is. I saw this guy palling around with some of his friends and he just really appealed to me. I was going to try and photo-stalk him, but ended up opting for the direct approach and asked if I could photograph him.

“For a school project.”

That’s honestly the best excuse on Earth.

“No really, it’s for a college project and not at all for my blog! I don’t even have a blog! What is a blog!?”

A few weeks ago, Pittsburgh’s urban radio station—WAMO—made its big comeback debut. It went off-air in 2009, money problems I’m sure. You’re probably thinking, “But you’re a music snob. Why do you care about radio?” Look, urban radio is my shit, especially in the summer. I need my summer jams for when I’m carousing the cemeteries. And WAMO was always the only radio station that never pissed me off.

This new incarnation of WAMO, though, I don’t know what’s going on. They play LADY GAGA. BRUNO MARS. That is not r&b nor is it hop hop!

They play that Katy Perry trash. Look, I get that she’s got Kanye in that one song, but that doesn’t make it OK to play it 8 times an hour.

What bothers me most, though, I mean what REALLY gets under my skin, is the motherfucking Black Eyed Peas every goddamn time I turn it on. Fergie’s lucky if she gets to sing two notes before I’m bashing in the radio with the heel of my hand. I was so incensed about this yesterday that I “liked” WAMO on Facebook JUST SO I COULD WRITE ON THEIR WALL.

Fuck the Black Eyed Peas! Fuck the whole collective with pine cones! THAT IS NOT URBAN MUSIC. That’s shit soccer moms listen to when they’re waiting to pick their kids up from fucking karate. Country fans listen to that shit when they want to feel like a “bad ass.” WAMO is supposed to be for black people and me!

I guarantee you if I went back to Clairton and sought out the dude in the picture above, he’d be all, “SHIIIIIIIIIIIT girl, that’s WHITE PEOPLE music.” CAN I GET A HELL YEAH.

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A French Macaron Afternoon

chooch, Food, Photographizzle, random picture Sunday

May 292011

Kaitlin had a whole Macy’s box full of leftover macaron shells that were no longer good enough for her to use (but still edible, and trust me, we edibled them) so she brought them in for me to play with. I am a huge fan of her macarons, so it was an excruciating test of restraint to not tongue the entire box right there at work. Then I had to live in the same house as them for TWO DAYS.

Henry, Chooch and I took them to the cemetery yesterday for a little photoshoot, and the whole time Chooch whined, “NOW can I eat one?”

He really wanted one with sprinkles, but there weren’t very many of those ones so I definitely wouldn’t let him eat any until I was done. I’m the meanest mom ever.

Henry wouldn’t help me AT ALL because I yelled at him on Friday when he walked out of the kitchen with a macaron shell hanging out of his mouth, dribbling crumbs all over the floor. He probably would have consumed the whole box before I got in a single shot if I hadn’t been watching that box like your uncle Cletus watches porn.

When we came home from the cemetery, I finally let Chooch indulge himself.

He’s such a cookie creep.

These have got to be among the filthiest hands to ever handle a French macaron.

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Random Picture Sunday: Crackadrome

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May 152011

After Chooch’s party yesterday, we took Bill and Jessi to the gaming shop up the street. They own their own gaming shop in Michigan and were interested in seeing what this one had to offer.

Apparently, not too much. When we walked into the stuffy shoe box-sized store front, all four gamers stopped with their cards in their hands and stared at us uninvitingly. I felt like Pee Wee after just knocking over a row of motorcycles. I even said hello to the one in the Steelers jersey, but his response was to stare back at me stupidly. I know, girls are so weird. I never know how to respond to their salutations, either.

Same guy cornered Bill after allowing him to browse for a few minutes. The rest of us left Bill in the shop to diffuse the geek-bomb on his own.

Anyway, he had a great crack and I felt obliged to share it with the Internet.

I miss Bill and Jessi already. :(

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Random Picture Sunday: McKees Rocks

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May 012011

Such a shitty, mostly unsafe area, but one of my favorite places to take pictures.

These were both taken and edited with my phone. I feel like that’s the only camera I ever use anymore. Sorry, Canon. :(

I’m hoping today isn’t a repeat of last Saturday night where I think we’re going rollerskating up until 2 minutes before we leave to actually NOT go rollerskating.

Henry is still paying for that.

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The Butterfly Sign

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Apr 172011

The butterfly ring I’ve been wearing on my ring finger since I was 18 broke today. RING FINGER VACANCY! I’m going to hang up fliers everywhere.

Unless Henry wants to do something about it.

Personally, I think it’s a big fat motherfucking sign.

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random picture Sunday

Mar 272011

Spending the afternoon watching the hockey game and messing around with old pictures. The one with the barn was taken in Lancaster.

Tonight is Soul Skate and I’m still (still!) not feeling 100%, but I’m going to try my best not to collapse while on skates.

I doubt I can count on Henry for any support tonight. That might give away the fact that we’re a COUPLE.

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Random Picture Sunday: Weekend Chooch Edition

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Mar 132011

Here are some pictures of Chooch from this weekend. (I took the time to write that sentence for all the people who suffer from Title Illiteracy.)

God help us.

Harmoniously sharing. (This like, never happens, because we are secretly siblings.)

He can never leave the fucking cat alone. The cat can never stay away.

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Marcy, the Sue Sylvester of cats

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Feb 272011

I like this picture too much not to post it here, too. SHE’S MY BABE.

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Random Picture Sunday: Marcypalooza

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Jan 162011

I think I mentioned last week that I’ve been trying to take a picture a day of Marcy, mostly because she is so hated among my friends. I’ve been having fun with it (when I remember to do it) because the look of disdain Marcy flashes me each time is priceless.

Seriously you guys – when/if Marcy dies, stick a fork in me.

Looking down on me. (Everyone’s favorite sport!)

Skeptical of one of Chooch’s toys

Fishy kisses!

Marcy Dorklestein, early for class.

The Reigning Queen

In other weekend news, I obviously survived my first real life ghost hunt! It was an amazing, visceral experience and I have no idea I will put it all into words. But trust that there will be a write-up about it sometime this week, with photos. And there was more rollerskating today! So far, the winter is losing the war against my sanity. Fuck off, winter depression.

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Random Picture Sunday: My Cuddly Marcy

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Jan 022011

OMG PRETTY RAINBOW SPARKLES! I might seriously need to be tossed in an asylum when/if (good chance she’s immortal) Marcy perishes.

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Random Picture Sunday: Random Feline Edition

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Dec 192010

Nicotina. (See also: Speck, Pickles, Breakfast Nook, Chooch’s Ragdoll)

In other Sunday happenings, I have game night hangover. There was not much game-playing going on last night but it was still a fun time. My stomach hates me for turning it into a cauldron of wine and Strongbow and then plunging so many savory, cream-cheesy dips into it.

I guess we’re getting our Christmas tree today, so that should be annoying.

I might need to go puke a little first.

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Random Picture (Boring) Sunday

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Dec 122010

We were supposed to get some big shot snow storm today, so Henry made me cancel all my plans. That means I was stuck in the house all day with these assholes.

They’ve been monopolizing my phone like, all day.

I got nothing accomplished during this unwarranted house arrest except for yoga, watching the Capitals get raped by the Rangers, and ruining Henry’s cupcakes by throwing a fistful of marshmallows into each unbaked cup. Fuck winter.

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Here is what to do when you have a tub of expired frosting in your fridge.

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Dec 052010

Chooch walked in while I was having my lips frosted and said, “You’re the biggest idiot, Mommy.”

“Did you already post those pictures?” Henry asked after saying my post-frosted face looks like a chemical burn. When I said I had, he looked all let down. Turns out he wanted me to take a picture of my stained face and tell Andrea that her My Pretty Zombie makeup tried to kill me. He’s just mad because she sent Chooch a whistle.

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Like, no, srsly. STFU.

Photographizzle, random picture Sunday

Sep 192010

Pretty much sums up how I feel about 90% of the world’s population lately.

If I didn’t work for a law firm, I might even be persuaded to get this tattooed to my lips permanently. Then I’d walk around, doling out insulting kisses.

But even in spite of all the stupid people, I had a rad weekend with fantastic friends and hope you all did too!

(My lips are totally stained now.)

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