SEE YA LATER FEBRUARY.

Good riddance. Luckily my least favorite month of the year is also the shortest.
It got me sick on the last day. February's farewell to me.

I'm missing out on three pretty cool things right now thanks to it. But that's OKAY. Because it's OVER.


Moving on, I'd probably put cucumber sauce on everything if I could. And, I think I most definitely can if I can find a good recipe for it.


Is this it?


Ingredients

1 1/2 pounds cucumbers (2 large), peeled, halved lengthwise, and seeded
Kosher or sea salt
1/4 cup minced red onion
1/2 cup whole-milk yogurt, drained of excess liquid
1/2 cup sour cream
2 to 3 tablespoons minced fresh herbs (dill, mint, cilantro, parsley, and/or chives)
2 teaspoons minced jalapeño chile (optional)
1 tablespoon fresh lemon juice, or more to taste
Freshly ground black pepper

Preparation

1. Cut the cucumbers into 1/8-inch dice with a chef's knife, or pulse them in a food processor until chopped into 1/8-inch pieces (do not over process). Place the cucumbers in a large stainless steel strainer set in the sink or over a bowl, sprinkle them with 1 teaspoon salt, and let them drain for 30 minutes.

2. Meanwhile, place the onion in a small bowl, cover with cold water, and let stand for 30 minutes.

3. Transfer the cucumbers to a large bowl, squeezing the last bit of excess moisture from them with your hands before you place them in the bowl. Drain the onion thoroughly and add to the cucumbers. Add the yogurt, sour cream, herbs, and jalapeño, if using. Mix gently, and add the lemon juice. Season with black pepper, taste, and add more lemon or salt as you wish. Refrigerate for at least 1 hour before serving. The sauce keeps refrigerated for 2 days.




I hope.

Bulletproof Weave.

Nuff said!




I'm speechless. Her boyfriend (sorry, EX boyfriend) shot her and her weave saved her.
And she paid a lot of money for it!
Too bad for that back windshield.

Best Week Ever has the best news ever.
I'm getting sick. But I woke up glowing from an X-Treme night of dancing & sweating last night.
"All these boysss want to dancewithus! Caaause we're the best dancers here!" Best. The flash dancer and the hippie live on.


Ima go for a walk and get me a weave. Peace.

Lent.

Lent again! Started on Wednesday. Ash Wednesday. Unless you're me, and Ukrainian, then it started on Monday. Following Palm Sunday? It used to be my favorite part (even if Palm Sunday is closer to Easter -- I don't remember this far back). We would get these palm leaves that in some way were turned into crosses. They would dry up and stay forever. Really neat.

Anyway. It's the season of Lent.. I for one am not practicing any type of religion at the moment. And according to the church, I've been kicked out of the Catholic club until I go to Confession. Which at this point, would take me 40 days alone to confess every SIN I've committed since the last time I went to Confession. ... ... Ten years ago? Ever see Gran Torino? I feel like him.

Even so, during Lent you're supposed to give up something that's not necessarily good for you and your life (but you LIKE) for 40 days. Practicing religion or not, it's a nice thought. A good way to test yourself.


So I thought of what I could give up;

- My phone.
- The internet! (Even though this blog is preeettty important.)
- Target.
- Buying things I don't need!
- Saying "el oh el" in conversations.
- Drinking...?

....

Nothing too appealing. Or too life changing. SO, I thought about things I could ADD to my life to BETTER myself.
Aha;

- Go to the gym. (40 days or BUST.)
- Drinking.... H20?
- Cleaning.
- Finding one item a day worthy of donating.
- Cook. Something.
- 3 Dinner parites!
- Spell things properly the first time! (el oh el...)
- Go to 3 museums!
- Write letters!

Yes. I can do these things. My biggest goal is to write at LEAST 30 letters ( or little love notes, or just a picture ) and physically MAIL them to people that I don't see enough/speak to enough/or simply just like.
No email. No txt. Legit mail. From my hands to yours.

And also, to try new ice creams. Ha yesss.
I have goals. I have unmentionable goals. I've got stuff to live for.

This touch of warmer weather and the smell of wet asphalt makes me want to shop. Although, giving up buying things that I don't need for 40 days could certainly save me a good amount of cash money.
We'll see...


For anyone who has never participated in Lent, it ends Easter Sunday. And if you really want to get into it, you're not supposed to eat meat on Fridays. Explore new fish and vegetarian options. After all this, it will be spring time! The perfect countdown.

Oh.

Alright so I'm really bummed that the last post wasn't actually my 100th. It said I had 99 posts.. but after calculations, I only have 94.

Le sigh.. Here's 95. Five more posts. I just hope I can find something to top Transparent Head Fish.

And for my 100th post, I offer you THIS!

Transparent fish head! Rolling eyeballs in a fluid filled shield! This guy wins the award for "I Wish I Could Do That" in the fish world for this week!



BEST!

I'm really hoping I can end every statement with an exclamation point in this post!
PLEASE, read the following article to see how this bugger really works!



Fish with transparent head
Posted by David Pescovitz, February 25, 2009 8:45 AM | permalink
Since 1939, scientists have thought the "barreleye" fish Macropinna microstoma had "tunnel vision" due to eye that were fixed in place. Now though, Monterey Bay Aquarium researchers show that the fish actually has a transparent head and the eyes rotate around inside of it.

(Bruce) Robison and (Kim) Reisenbichler used video from MBARI's remotely operated vehicles (ROVs) to study barreleyes in the deep waters just offshore of Central California. At depths of 600 to 800 meters (2,000 to 2,600 feet) below the surface, the ROV cameras typically showed these fish hanging motionless in the water, their eyes glowing a vivid green in the ROV's bright lights. The ROV video also revealed a previously undescribed feature of these fish--its eyes are surrounded by a transparent, fluid-filled shield that covers the top of the fish's head.

Most existing descriptions and illustrations of this fish do not show its fluid-filled shield, probably because this fragile structure was destroyed when the fish were brought up from the deep in nets. However, Robison and Reisenbichler were extremely fortunate--they were able to bring a net-caught barreleye to the surface alive, where it survived for several hours in a ship-board aquarium. Within this controlled environment, the researchers were able to confirm what they had seen in the ROV video--the fish rotated its tubular eyes as it turned its body from a horizontal to a vertical position.



Alright!

I would also like to add this;

Ahem,

I entitle this, "Men I will never marry."




NOPE. I'm sure he's a hit with mom's and classy girls all over.




NOPE! I'm sure he's a hit with Lois Lane!



NOPEE! I'm sure he's a hit in the... bluegrass scene. Yes? Am I right?




Hold on hold on,

"Man I WOULD marry."



YES.

Yes yes..
Okay. Carry on.

Nothing to do with anything.

When I was twelve I had half a mind to try to convince my mom to let me get a tattoo of a spider on my arm. Why? Because nothing was more terrifying than spiders. I wanted to be scary. Again, why? No idea.


Luckily, that never followed through. Otherwise I would have a stretched out and half bled out spider blob on my arm now. Hating the day that I thought it was a really good idea to be scary.

I listened to some music that made me want to grind my teeth out today. It had nothing other than mellow dramatic whiney metaphors for broken hearts and weird poppy "punk" music to go along with it. Substance people. Give me substance. And don't make my head hurt with your weird chords.

I'm also currently getting over a stomach virus. Fancy right? I've only ever been sick with deathly colds and a fever every now and then.
Stomach virus was all new to me. It felt like knives in my stomach... even so to this day. The thing I'm NOT accustomed to is not being able to eat. So today when I woke up, feeling much better, and very hungry, I still played it safe. Waffles. Good to go.
At work, I'm still hungry. I work with whatever I'm craving since that's what I do best; Chili dog.
I am not one to eat chili dogs. In fact... this very well may have been the second chili dog I've had in my entire life. It was so good! And it was a terrible idea. WHY someone would assume that a Chili dog, after 2 days of pure stomach sickness, would be a good idea, is so far beyond me.
Five minutes after it all went down I swear it was ready to come back up. It hurt so bad.


What can I eat?? I have soup, toast, two dozen cupcakes, tuna, cheese, canned vegetables, more pasta than I know what to do with, and rice. And also, no motivation to cook anything. All I want is a black bean and pineapple quesadilla.
IS THAT TOO HARD FOR YOU TO HANDLE, STOMACH?! HM!?


.... Starving is a sad situation.

This is what's happening.

I feel like this.
I'm learning how to swim right now.

Avec Amour.

Let me start by saying, the crash in Buffalo was and still is terrifying. Luckily anyone I know there is mostly okay, but it really hit too close for comfort. I've always been afraid to fly, I couldn't imagine being on a plane knowing that it's going down and knowing that you're not going to come out. Makes me sick and I really am sorry to anyone else that is still bothered by this.

Onto better news, three people have made my day so far.

1) The minivan in front of me and the SUV coming in the other direction on my way to work. This duo made my day by coming to complete stops while a scared little squirrel scampered around the middle of the road in a panic. I was freaking out for it, but they both stopped and let him pick a side. No one wants to hit a squirrel! Hooray!

2) The woman with way too much energy for 10am. She made my day by coming into my store all chatter chatter chatter making my head want to explode and in the midst of the chatter was a "Oh happy valentines day, dear." All in all the interaction lasted just under a minute. But she was charming. Thanks.

3) Another woman in the mall who took note of the pictures we hung on one side of the store to block one of our three entrances. She comes in and says "Ohh I love these pictures here. I love that you made a wall to block out all those kids. I hate those kids in here, they're always everywhere. Jumping on things. It's so inconsiderate. I like these pictures. I'm really happy for you. Yes, that's all I wanted to say. It's so good for you! Okay you have a nice day now."
YES! I hate those kids too that run in here like speeding bullets from all directions and jump on everything while I'm trying to talk to normal customers. And yes, I love these pictures for blocking their way. Thank you, lady.


I had a dream that bugs were crawling out of my pores last night. Those silver fish bugs that sneak around sinks. With little legs.
And yesterday a customer asked me my name and after said "Okay... Crispin, was it?"

No, Crispin it isn't but strange you would ask... Clowny, clown, clown, man..

Enough to give you nightmares.

I hate you CLOWN.
Crispin Glover.

He is strong and he can kick.




Clowny, clown, clown...

PS.

Found this,





"Early Spring" by Guo Xi.
If anyone can find me a print of this for my birthday, I will love you forever. Thanks.
In fact, any prints done by him would be fantastic and greatly loved.

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Now.

Good news!

KINGS OF LEON - APRIL 26th - AJ PALUMBO THEATER.
Tickets go on sale this Friday morning. Friday the thirteenth. The start to makeout massacre weekend. And, my aunts birthday.
Going to the Palumbo theater website, tickets for all other Kings of Leon shows were on sale for the nice and easy price of $160 and up. ( One hundred and sixty dollars, you read correctly. )

TicketMaster is telling me $42.50.







$42.50 for a Wednesday night of rock n roll. Hm.. I know "Sex on Fire" really blew up the radio stations and this new album, Only by the Night, really tossed them into the mainstream.. but $42.50... Granted, they have been said to have the "best rock performance," and from a few people I've heard that it's a legit awesome unforgettable show.


Maybe $42.50 is general admission. I'd pay that for general admission. Especially for Kings of Leon. Especially for "best rock performance." And maybe they'll play Charmer and Four Kicks.
They better have an amazing opening band.. Unlike the Crusty Chefs that we saw with Foo Fighters in Jersey. ( I don't care what any of you say that were there for that show --- That's who played that night and it was NOT good ).


Either way. Kings of Leon. Get your tickets.
Eagles of Death Metal next Thursday the 19th. $15. Mr. Smalls. That's the price of a movie, right? Psh. Bring your flasks. See you there.

Oh my Oh myy.

When you're sixteen you drive.
Eighteen you gamble, smoke, buy porn, and tell your parents that you're an adult and they can't tell you what to do. ( You rebel you... )
Twenty one, drink.
Twenty three, get lost.
Twenty four, think about turning twenty five.
Twenty five, realize that ten years ago, you weren't even driving, but people expect you to be an adult.


Hey.
I'm a novice here. I am very new at being an adult. I can live alone, pay my bills, and have intelligent conversations about the President if need be. But deep down in my guts, I can't wait for it to be summer because maybe this is the year that I'll have a throw back moment and have 3 months of a vacation to stay up way too late with my friends, sitting on random living room floors listening to music and talking about where we're going next. Isn't that what I'm accustomed to? Work nine months out of the year, play for the three warm ones, then back to work.


Everyone wants to tell you about your teenaged years. Then they wanna talk about being an adult. Not a single soul sat me down to say --- HEY from the time you turn twenty three, probably until the time you turn thirty, you're gonna feel like a child playing dress up. And you're not gonna really know where to fit in or how to make a spot for yourself.
Too young to have enough experience to be taken seriously by most adults.
Too old to have really all that much in common with anyone 21 and younger.
Out of place.


No one took the time to tell you that your mid to late twenties very well may be the most awkward time of life.


I don't even fit into adult clothes yet. But baby, you can go right ahead and stamp "determined breadwinner" across my forehead. I think I'll scare any legit adult into giving me the time of day.
Milk money style.
I could end up in jail, but by the time I'm a real legit adult, my record will be clean again. And by that point, hopefully I won't be talking about threatening grown ups for their milk money and going to jail for it.


I'm going to wax my entire body while I'm still young.
FIVE WEEKS TIL SPRING. Five weeks until temporary sanity. Five weeks until I will stop wrapping my brain around life.
Yikes. Yiiiikes.

Success.

It wasn't as if last night got out of hand in any manner. We've certainly managed much wilder times with much more grace.
But with grace stashed in our back pockets, we managed to make things a wicked fun blur.

We went to the bar we didn't belong in. We met up with a friend. Had our drinks. Met up with more people. Had our pizza at 3am. Couldn't stand straight cause my feet are used to boots and not my old favorite heels. There was a fall. It wasn't my fall, but it was quite possibly the BEST fall ever due to what happened after it.
Hand sanitizer.
A drive home.
And into bed.


Nothing out of hand. So why on earth did I wake up at 1:30 with the worst headache of my life? I managed to get downstairs and got a few pills in my mouth. I tried to lay on the couch. Moved to the bathroom floor? Because it was cooler? And much darker. The sound of the hockey game made it worse. Whatever, it was a bad game anyway. I got too cold on the floor. CRAWLED upstairs to my room and got back in bed. Until 5pm.

I feel great now!
Maybe that's why Jay said he'd never go back there... "Last time I went to that place, it ended up really bad."
Right on.
Tonight I will eat alfredo.

Destination unknown.

About 5 or six years ago I got hooked.
Diet Coke with Lime.
Before my bakery shift I had to have one. Not only am I not a huge fan of pop (sooo-dah) due to the stomach ache and grimy tooth feeling it gives me, but I'm not a fan of Coca-Cola.

But today, I find myself in the same situation. Yesterday, with nothing thirst quenching in my house aside from straight liquor and Cherry Coke that my Mom brought over for my tiny pre-new years eve get together, I opted for the latter. Though I'm not above an awesome mixed drink at noon, I figured it wouldn't be wise in the work ethic department.
I crack open the 42 grams of sugar. The new wide mouth opening pours amazingly well down your throat. It says it has "very low sodium." That's good, right? I experienced a caffeinated sugar high for the next two hours, then a really awesome crash and I was ready for a nap at 2:30.
Never again... ?

Until this morning, when I made my two Eggo waffles and practically NEEDED another Cherry Coke. I have it right here next to me. Making me sick with it's syrup and phosphoric acid. What have I become? Weak. That's what it is.



Today however, is a very special day. His name is Jonathan. I sold some product to Jonathan a few weeks ago, and today he's coming to pick it up. Jonathan, works for Google. GOOGLE. I google every day. There could be a million football players in here at once and Jonathan the Google-man would outshine them all. Though he may never have played football in his life, they have ALL googled at least once.
It's an honor.
I can tell that I make him nervous with my enthusiasm towards the situation. I'm hoping I'll be on my Cherry crack crash when he comes today to avoid any more awkward geek comments.


I think my week of internal silence and external motionlessness has worked a little magic. Consider it zen. Or consider driving with my window down at 9am attempting to soak in as much vitamin D as possible, therapeutic. This sun and warmer weather is very much welcomed.

Nancy Botwin Birthday

Be still my heart.

Anthropologie: Best dress.

That officially has gone on my birthday wishlist.
What better way to bring in my quarter life than with some gorgeous grown up threads, right? Size 4. Six if you know how to hem a little. Actually. Size 6. In hopes that one day, I will grow to be woman sized rather than junior sized.

It's such a Nancy Botwin dress..



I aspire to be her when I grow up. Perhaps I'll stay junior sized for that.

Soon as I love you, it's been too long.

The Big Pink.

I like them. Kind of. You really have to sit and let it sink in to like them. Otherwise it's just noise.

THE BIG PINK MYSPACE.


I recommend Dominos and She's No Sense.
The End.

You're not getting what you're giving -- and you don't like it, at all. Look at the company you're keeping: you hang with a bunch of takers. When you change your homies, you'll change your perspective. Stick with the winners.



Horoscopes know best.

Put on for my city,

Youngest coach to take a team to the Superbowl, in Superbowl History.
Longest return in Superbowl History.
Most franchise team wins in Superbowl History.
And Hines Ward stopped smiling (to cry) at one of the happiest points of his career. At least the cheeser grin was shown at least once through the game. Wouldn't be the same without it.

And did anyone else see, man beast, James Harrison, nearly commit murder on the field? Cause I did.
AND. I have a major crush on Mike Tomlin.


Snoop Dogg is probably really high right now.
And my cat, Daisy, now resides in my parents basement freezer until spring time and softer grounds for digging.

The end.