A little man is on on his way to this family in August!
My brother and his beautiful lady had an adorable mustache-themed baby shower last weekend. It was an afternoon of catching up with family, lots of cupcake-consuming and gifts upon gifts for the baby (of course). With all the super cute onesies, this baby is going to be the most fashionable newborn in New York. Not an easy feat!
Some tears were shed too. Apparently, teeny tiny things are too adorable to take that they make an emotional pregnant mother sob. Which was then followed by an equally teary and lovely speech. Seriously, not a dry eye in the place. It’s not even fair.
That feeling is so beautiful and warm and it makes me think dangerously fuzzy baby thoughts. I see smiling babies and sleeping babies and little toes and squishy faces and chubby knees and…
Then I snap back to reality and think, Hey girl! Come back. Nope no noooooo, not yet!
Whew, that was close.
This was what my Dad’s wallet used to look like.
We called it the George Castanza. He had everything in there. Rewards cards, frequent shopper cards, expired PBA cards and goodness knows what else was in there that hadn’t been pulled out in years.
And here is what it looks like now.
Still got some heft, but he refuses to part with his several years’ worth of expired PBA’s. He claims he’s “got reasons”.
That’s my dad. Always prepared for anything and everything. And probably the only person I know that stands a chance during the zombie apocalypse!
Happy Father’s Day weekend!
- Speaking of which, I’m making a genuine effort to listen to new music (I barely know anything passed 2003). Now, I have this song on repeat.
The other day, I came home in a rotten mood after a somewhat hellish commute. It was a terribly sticky afternoon of train delays and sleazy cat-calls on a lonely walk to the bus stop, which also had extensive delays. After finally deciding to hail a cab, the first driver that pulled up refused to take me to my destination, at which I promptly yelled in the passenger window, “You’re effing* wasting my time!”. The second was nice enough until I found out too late that the cost of the ride was horribly overpriced. I could have really used a punching bag that day.
Well, I’m pretty sure Bob noticed my grumpiness because the next evening I found these flowers on the the counter welcoming me home with all of its prettiness.
This guy of mine. He really is the best at cheering me up (though not the best at flower arranging, haha).
*I may have used a different word.
Last weekend, respected pitmasters from around the U.S. gathered at Madison Square Park for a good ol’ all-American bbq.
Loads of people, a bit of rock ‘n roll and tons of meat!
There were lots of little events going on, like grilling lessons, giveaways and cooking demos from the Batali brothers and staff of Real Simple and Southern Living magazine. But in true fat kid fashion, Bob and I just went there to eat as much bbq as possible. And maybe jam a bit to Barence Whitfield & the Savages. It’s the kind of music you expect to hear at one of these things: super bluesy, funky and something you find yourself shaking your hips and snapping your fingers to.
The pulled pork from BlackJack BBQ from Charleston, South Carolina was downright delightful. And that bbq sauce was the bee’s knees. Thank goodness for extra sauce to drench that sandwich. Sticky fingers and not a care in the world!
Deliciousness to the nth degree!
Because it’s National Doughnut Day! And National Doughnut Day means free (or almost free) doughnuts. Here’s where!
And with that, a happy weekend to you.
- I spent Wednesday night laughing my ass off at these bloopers from The Office.
My sister Janey is selling her gently-used Phil & Teds double stroller. Check it!
If any New York City (or tri-state area) residents are interested, please reply to the ad via Craigslist. Here’s the link: http://newyork.craigslist.org/brk/bab/3843898509.html
Little by little, I’m introducing toxin-free items into my home. I’ve slowly phased out my nonstick pans and you might remember that I like to use this container for work lunches. It’s been a long process and there are still some things that I haven’t yet parted with (i.e. ammonia cleaners), but all in time I hope to turn our home into a healthier place to live.
After I noticed some coffee stains on my teeth, I started to research which straws were safest to drink from. Most plastic straws are not made to withstand heat, so some of that plastic melts into the hot liquid, transferring those particles straight into the drink! I then found these which are BPA-free, FDA-approved straws specifically made for hot beverages. Presently, it has all good reviews.
At the same time, how do you write a scathing review about a straw? The drink doesn’t come through the straw fast enough! 0 stars!
Initially, it’s a wee bit strange drinking hot coffee through a straw, so it takes some getting used to. Though after a short while, I’ve grown very comfortable with it.
Now…about drinking my beloved red wine through a straw? Well, I’ll have to wrap my head around that one.