Thursday, December 9, 2010

Best Time-Wasting Ever.

Thanks to Greg for sharing this.

Thursday, November 4, 2010

A piece of Americana...

So when I was little (for a brief moment), I wanted two things: to be Miss America and to be a Rockette.

Hey, I was really little. The teen angst wasn't even a glimmer yet.

Fast forward to now, I know a Rockette! She went to our high school, and she is a fabulous dancer with loooooong Rockette kicking legs!

Well, anyway, she had a couple extra tickets to their dress rehearsal... and I got to go! It was fabulous. Radio City Music Hall is impressive - huge and beautiful. Those girls are soooooo talented and athletic. Seriously, they make the high kicks look easy, and I assure you that I did try, and no, they are not easy.

And if you were wondering - YES, this did totally get me into the Christmas spirit... which is WAY weird because that normally doesn't happen until 12/23.

Anywho, sorry for the bad/blurry photos and the bad video, but that's all I have... and I don't have the energy to write up a real review, so this will have to do.

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Angy asked for it...

Sorry, sister. You probably didn't want a political post... but this is just too much.

Have you heard of Clint McCance? He is a school board vp in Arkansas who made some seriously hateful comments about gay people/kids on his personal FB page. In response to Spirit Day (a day last week to show solidarity against bullying), he said that he would participate only if "they all commit suicide."

Now, I don't know what world this man is living in... but I'm living in a world where every life matters, every life counts... Celebrating suicide and/or hoping that an individual (let alone an entire population) commits suicide is disgusting, heart-wrenching and sad... horribly, horribly sad. Further, he said that he enjoys that "they often give each other aids and die." Wow.

Clint goes on to say that he would disown his own child if he/she were gay. He would "run them off;" they would not be "welcome in [his] home or in [his] vicinity."

I understand that he has the right to his opinion, but he is an elected official who affects children's lives. If he would run off his own children, what would he do to others' children? What would he sit by idly and watch others do to gay kids that were not his own?

He has the right to say such things. I am not condemning that right... But I would hope that most parents (whether or not they believe in gay marriage) wouldn't want such a man influencing their children's school.

I believe that homosexuality is not a choice. I know that you may not. I can handle the fact that we do not agree on that. I cannot handle that there are people who not only believe that homosexuality is chosen but then choose to be hateful and hurtful and teach others to be hateful and hurtful. That is one of the saddest circles of life ever. Hate begets hate. Cruelty begets cruelty.

This breaks my heart. Where is the compassion for others?

Friday, October 8, 2010

Tuesday, October 5, 2010


And people wonder why I think cooking is important.

I don't know that I'll ever eat another chicken nugget. Yay!

Friday, October 1, 2010

It gets better.

High school is rough. Kids can be cruel.

But life definitely does get better.

This month, there have been numerous suicides of kids who were bullied for being 'different,' for being gay. As Ellen put it, 1 life lost in this senseless way is a tragedy; 4 lives lost is a crisis.

So Dan Savage started the It Gets Better project. Celebrities - gay & straight alike - are posting videos about how high school can be difficult, college can be difficult... but that life inevitably will get better. The world is changing; people will become more tolerant.

What a great idea. From someone who is not gay but but has always marched to the beat of a different drummer, it does get better. As you move on through life's stages, you find your little place in the world.

I can only imagine what it is like being a gay student... but it is true that the bullies won't last.

It definitely gets better. Life got better in college. Life got exponentially better after college. Though there will always be challenges, life continues to get better every single day.

It gets better.

Friday, September 24, 2010

Yep, yep... Another funny video.

I never really liked Rashida Jones, but she really is growing on me... She's had to work very hard ever since she came between Jim & Pam.

But this definitely sealed the deal.

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

The other day...

Someone may have accidentally left the milk out for 8 or 9 hours.

The next day, Someone may have accidentally forgotten to tell Someone Else that the milk may have gone bad until after Someone Else had already used the milk.

Someone Else may have been mildly ill that day.

(Someone may be me. Someone Else shall remain nameless.)

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

Sad to see her go...

Sadly, SNL is losing Jenny Slate after just one season... Yes, she dropped an f bomb on her first episode, but who wouldn't be nervous?!

Anywho, I'm mostly sad b/c I'm not sure how I can go forward knowing that there will never be a new doorbell/car horn skit. Sad, sad, sad. I will miss my favorite entrepreneus, TinaTina...

Router, Netflix! Bunsen Burner, Bubbles, It's Alive!

Let's all mourn the fun & fancy doorbells & car horns.

What to say about this?

Best part? Clearly her singing "oooh."

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

It's a dog... in a dress!

No, really. This photo had me in tears. That is not a dog dress. That is a little girl dress... on a dog. HAHAHAA!

Have you ever perused If not, you should... except not. I feel guilty when I gawk for obvious reasons. The site is mean-spirited - all about making fun of patrons of my least favorite store in the entire world.

Yet somehow, when I scroll through, I crack up. Fortunately, I don't look that often.

Just for fun...

This lady is in bright green and in AZ, which is pretty funny... What's funnier is the caption:

I don’t really see anyth……oh wait, there she is! I see her! She was blending in with the Mountain Dew; which is something I never thought I would say about a neon green beverage.

Pop Tart Love

Oh Em Gee.

I must visit Pop Tart World. Can I get a "YUM?"

Seriously, I have no idea why Pop Tarts would need a storefront location... but I don't really care either. Pop Tarts are always delicious.

I may have to convince my husband to go with me, but I'm sure that it'll only take a bat of the eyelash and a sad smile.

Pop Tart World, here I come!

Monday, August 23, 2010

Are you kidding me?!

Holy guacamole!

This guy can jam.

Friday, August 13, 2010

Important News...

As in - a 105 foot drop, corkscrews, loops, dangling feet and speed.

This may not sound like big news to you, but for me, this is HUGE. I am not a roller coaster person. First, the feeling of falling to my most-certain death is not appealing. In fact, it's terrifying. Second, every year (or so it seems) someone dies on carnival/fair/amusement park rides. I'm all about living on this earth in my same, well-maintained body forever... or at least as long as humanly possible. I like it here, so I do not find the need to take chances that could end in my death.

Sure, I drive a car, but I don't want to drive. I moved to NYC thinking that I'd never have a car again, but cruel fate forced a car and the required task of driving upon me... So don't play the "roller coasters are safer than driving" card with me; it won't work.

Third, I sort of have a traumatic history of being forced or coerced or manipulated onto scary rides. When I was maybe maybe 10, my Mom took me to Disneyland (yay - thanks Mom!). The day was great until I was FORCED onto Splash Mountain. Splash Mountain doesn't even have seat belts. Those who choose to go on Splash Mountain clearly have a death wish, and you cannot convince me otherwise. I bawled hysterically through the entire wait in muppet-singing line hell. My mom, clearly frustrated with my chicken-like fear, exclaimed, "Stephanie, you are making it seem like I beat you." Beat me, she did not (thanks Mom!), but force me down a 52.5 foot drop, she did. My dear Mom meant well, though. She hoped that I would get over my fear of such things, but the anxiety of it all was just too much for little ol' me.

It's just too bad that she hadn't forced me on Space Mountain because that one changed me a little bit when Paul convinced me to ride it when I was 17. What you can't see, you can't be afraid of... right?

Anyway, at least my Mom was well-intentioned. My other, way-more-traumatic experiences come from my mal-intentioned cousin, Jason. Said cousin was most times like the big brother I never had. He was cool and funny, rebellious and MANIPULATIVE. He could get me to do whatever... anything (including but not limited to anchoring his fake news show). Since my dad lived in or around KCMO for most of my childhood, each summer we would head to Worlds of Fun for our share in the worldly fun. I will admit that while I've never enjoyed rides, I've always enjoyed a good amusement park - Worlds of Fun, Disneyland, Castles n' Coasters... heck, even Peony Park while it was around. I enjoyed bumper cars and rock'n'roller rides (where you sit in a car, and you go around a track forwards and backwards at not-so-top speeds while listening to painfully loud pop music or bad hip hop), but more than that, I loved the food - cotton candy, frozen custard (Custard's Last Stand at WoF), fried bread...

Anyway, back to it. Each year, Jason would try to convince me to go on a scary ride that he would dub as not-so-scary. I believe the first year it was a tube water slide. That, I admit, was fun. After that, each experience became more terrifying until either I stopped believing him or until we stopped going (I can't remember). He convinced me that the Monsoon (with a HUGE 50' drop) went "slow, just 8 knots per hour." First, he went with a low number (8). Second, he went with a unit of measure that I did not know (knots). This made the ride sound harmless and made me look gullible (guilty). As soon as the not-so-secure bar was down and the boat was clicking upward, Jason looked back from his seat in front of me and said, "I lied. It's really fast and scary." Cue hysterical tears.

The worst of his manipulative terror came when he convinced me to go on the Timber Wolf. This is your classic, Steph-should-never-ride, wooden roller coaster. Somehow Jason made it sound like an It's A Small World rip off. This was my first real roller coaster experience - one that I never asked for nor desired. I remember later hearing the story of the two girls who tried to switch seats before the big drop who plunged to their deaths (as it turns out, only one died - per Wikipedia). Had I known this, none of Jason's antics would've worked, but I was young, naive and unknowing of the future fatality. The worst part of the whole incident was when I asked Aunt Colleen or Jason to ride with me. "No, I'm riding with my mom," Jason exclaimed. Pansy. I had to ride by myself - except not by myself. Instead, I rode with a man MUCH larger than me - so much so that when the bar came down to our laps, it only came down to his, and I had to sit through the more than 2 minute ride wondering if I would slide out. Not cool, Jason. Not cool. I'm pretty sure I cried through the whole life-altering, petrifying ordeal yet somehow managed to come out alive vowing NEVER AGAIN.

And never again remained for a very long time. In high school, I rode the small, red roller coaster (the Patriot) at Castles n' Coasters a few times - each time realizing more and more that roller coasters were not for me. Once in high school, I convinced myself that I could go on the Sea Dragon ride though Paul tried unsuccessfully to convince me otherwise. We sat in the least-scary first row, and as soon as that pirate ship started to move, the tears flowed. Paul has always been wise beyond his years.

How he convinced me to get on Space Mountain, I'll never understand. I'm sure that Mike had a hand in that, as well. But as soon as we got off, I said, "Let's go again!" When they went on Splash Mountain, however, I knew better. Ha.

Anyway, back to present day. I went on Hydra: The Revenge... twice. I said to Paul as we boarded the second time, "I hope I don't poop my pants." Fortunately, I did not. I am not sure that I will ever have the gall to do it again, but it was fun on that day in my 28th year. Mind you, when we visited Dorney Park last year, I watched Hydra over and over and over again trying to get my nerve up. I left the park after a day of fun still disappointed in myself and my fearful, paranoid ways. So how did I get there this year? Somehow and I have no idea how, I just said, "Let's go on White Water Landing" (same as the Monsoon). As we ticked up the hill in our boat, I clung to the lap rest, eyes closed, chanting daily affirmations about coming out alive and saying to Paul, "This was a bad idea." With my eyes closed, as we dropped, somehow I thought we were going backwards. I came out alive and wet with a huge sense of pride... I even said, "Let's go again" even though I knew that I wouldn't have the nerve.

Later, I watched T, D & P ride Hydra with that same sinking disappointment as Dorney Park '09. Then before the end of the day, I said, "Let's go." Darshin wouldn't have it; Hydra made her feel sick. Trevs was done with coastering for the day, but Paul was a trooper. As we were strapped in, I kept saying, "I can make it through a minute of anything." Little did I know that Hydra was about 2 1/2 minutes.

I survived. And then I asked to ride again.

(Wow, this was long... but no doubt riveting.) (P.S. I am aware that I am wearing an almost-identical outfit as when we went last year. Same swimsuit, same tank top, different shorts. In my defense, it would've been exact had my board shorts not been lent out. I believe that I deserve a shopping trip.)

Monday, August 9, 2010

Flamingo Cloud

What have you seen in your clouds lately?

Monday, August 2, 2010

Old Friends...

I was lucky enough to see two old friends this past week (Chelse & Courtney). While I saw Courtney just last fall, I hadn't seen Chelse in 9 years (since her high school graduation). So often it happens to lose touch with old friends who were once so frequent and important in my life, and yet I'm always meeting new people and having new adventures and take each day, month, year... so dwelling on the older, less frequent people in my life is few and far between regardless of how much I care for said friends (oh, and I care a lot). Over the last month or so, I've thought about old buds a lot, as I heard some tragic news...

Unfortunately, an oldie but goodie of mine passed recently. I've known Jake for many years - since high school. We rocked out at many a show together. He was quite the drummer; he dated my high school bestie for a looooooong time. He was smart and funny. He recommended my first tattoo artist (the bassist in his band). He played in one of the quintessential Phoenix punk bands of the time (Jedi 5)... plus multiple bands with said high school bestie and her sister... plus a bunch of other bands, too. He wore Dickies and Chucks the entire time I knew him. One year, he helped me bring Halloween to Paul by decorating his driveway with pumpkins and other not-so-legally acquired lawn ornaments (too bad Paul & the Ess fam weren't amused by our stunt). Yes, yes... He was one of the good ones and only 29, too. So many good years to go.

He and I had kept in touch via Facebook and Myspace over the last few years, so I always knew to a small extent what he was up to... Now, while I wish that our messages back and forth would have been more frequent (more than just 3 - 5 times per year), I can't help but think of how lucky I am to have known Jake. He'll go down as one of my favorites in life... even if I only knew him for a short while; he was that kind of dude.

Miss you, bud.

Thursday, July 29, 2010

Best song ever...

Written, performed and recorded by our buds, the Van Watsons.
and be impressed with my movie-making skills... Silly Blogger doesn't allow you to upload MP3s.

Friday, July 16, 2010


Gotta love Funny or Die!

Sunday, July 11, 2010

Birthday Victory!

See, Melissa really loves Spain!
No, we didn't really paint our faces. I played around on But M&M really did paint their faces.

Melissa, I really do love you. You're a special girl with a special place in my heart... but there comes a time in a friendship when the first "argument" must happen. I'm just glad that I undoubtedly won this one. Better luck next time... Not. (OtherMichael, you're just fortunate that I do not have a blog address for you, otherwise I would have linked you with a similar message.)

Enough rubbing it in her face. Spain won. It.was.amazing. Seriously, both teams played well, and we definitely felt Holland's pressure... But the better team certainly came out on top.


And not just because Spain won (though that's a large part). Paul and I shopped around Manhattan on Saturday and celebrated a day early with lunch at the Shake Shack (year number three for my birthday - I smell tradition!). Fantastic! Saturday night was spent with L&O... And I was allowed to open my birthday present early - baby lappy! If you're wondering which Paul chose, you can see the gem here. I'm blogging from the couch as we speak from my sparkly new toy (yes, sparkly - black with midnight blue sparkles)!

Today was spent in front of the telly watching the footy match - nerves racing, heart pounding. During the game, I screamed/squealed so loudly and so often that my early-in-the-day light headache turned into a throbbing one by the evening. Boo.

Still, fantastic birthday. Thanks for all the well wishes. I feel the love, for sure.

Friday, July 9, 2010

Oooooole, ole, ole, ole!

That's right... Spain made it to the final World Cup on my birthday. Oh, what a birthday it'll be.

Sad, though, that little Melissa thinks that her silly Holland team will win. Sorry, Melissa... Not gonna happen. I still love you even though you wish me sadness on my big day.

¡Viva España!

Tuesday, July 6, 2010

And how was yours?

Somehow, this is one of our only photos together on the 4th...

Our weekend was just lovely. Plenty of action yet somehow relaxing.

We watched some amazing World Cup games (¡Viva España!). We ate some delicious foods. We took lovely strolls - through lower Manhattan, atop T&D's building, through the Atlantic. We shopped (just a bit) - shorts and basic tees for me, new shoes for Paul. We helped our buds (and lived up to someone's surname) by sanding a ton o' wood for a set of DIY bookshelves... even with power sanders (and his son - haha!), this was an exhausting (and super-dirty) task. We checked out baby-lappies (yay for an upcoming birthday) and visited some tourist spots (Irish Hunger Memorial & Ground Zero). We swam in the Atlantic and napped on trains. We ate some delicious watermelon yogurt at Pinkberry (which I normally don't like, but it's watermelon... with watermelon chunks and watermelon puree!!!). Yes, you could say that we were busy.

Here are a few photos from the lovely, long weekend.

Now, we're on to my favorite week of all time... Wahoo. The countdown may or may not have begun a week ago, and it may or may not have taken some restraint to not share it on here.

Thursday, June 17, 2010

I'm ridiculous. What's new?

From my crappy cell phone camera.

Remember how my middle name should really be Grace? I am the world's least graceful individual, and I find new and interesting ways to prove this daily.

Some days, I just walk into walls and poles, spill liquids and foods or trip over concrete. I do one of these things every single day. Every.Single.Day. I am not exaggerating.

Some days, I take my graceless-ness to entirely new levels. I wish that I could conjure up some old memories, but I block most of these instances out. Maybe you have some memories that you'd like to share.

But today, I'd like to share an experience from yesterday. Yesterday, I pulled off a very public moment of humiliation - go me!

I had a meeting in Manhattan. I waited for the train to pick me up, and as usual, I stood close to the end of the platform for no good reason. I pulled out my Blackberry, and voila, like magic, my phone jumped from my hands and onto the track... probably 6 feet below me.

Now, had this been my crappy, personal cell phone, I would've just pretended that it never happened. I probably would've said to the person standing next to me, "Look, some idiot dropped his cell phone! Looooser!" I would've gone about my day and gotten a new phone. Our "New Every 2" just came around, so I'm due a new phone anyway.

But nooooooooooo, I had to drop my work-provided, brand new Blackberry Tour... my lifeline to email, work stuffs, facebook, bbm. Bad news bears. Double bad news since my Blackberry had just been replaced thanks to a software problem, so I really couldn't afford to destroy said new phone.

So once the bad boy jumped, I gazed down at the tracks and started cracking up. There was my pretty bb split into 3. Panic set in as I imagined the train sucking up the phone and spitting it out demolished as the train sped away. I went into the station, told the attendant and was told to wait... so wait I did. Only for 30 minutes, though, which seemed short to me. All the while, passersby passed by and chuckled at my foolish dilemma.

My knights of rescue exited the train wearing their bright orange MTA vests, very inconspicuous... Thanks. One hollered, "Is it you?" with a chuckle. I confirmed his suspicion and asked that he not judge me. And then he saved the day by walking down on the tracks to retrieve my phone.

When he brought me the pieces, I immediately inserted the battery and affixed the back... all the while praying to anything and everything (Oh, almighty Grilled Cheese...) that my little bb would work. I chatted with the MTA Hero for a moment... in that brief moment, he pegged me, "You're not from New York, are you?" I hear this statement-question frequently. My attempt to fool him was half-hearted, as my concern was with my little bb, so he saw right through me. "You from the south?" "Well, I grew up in Arizona but was born in Nebraska." "Ooooh, I see." On any normal day, I would've said, "Oh, I see? What's that supposed to mean?" But I was just too grateful to be sarcastic to my train-track-walking savior.

We parted ways, and I checked my phone. It didn't work - argh. It showed signs of my aforementioned software problems. I brought it home and gave it time.

During this time, I called the colleague that I was supposed meet with to let her know that I wouldn't make it... so we discussed over the phone. While chit-chatting about my most recent flub, I looked down and saw a wondrous thing occur - my little bb came back to life. All of the sudden, Paul's face smiled up at me, and the little red light blinked with urgency to alert me of a new message of sorts (bbm or text or email or gmail).

Huzzah, I say! This is potentially one of the dumbest things that I have ever done... but the only real consequence was the public humiliation I endured while waiting as the train passed me 10 times, and the new hordes of subway-riders watched me wait and wait and wait some more (and heard me blabbing to Paul, Donella, Angy and Larry about the events that just occurred on my crappy cell phone while trying to find a contact number to tell my colleague that I wouldn't make the meeting).

Oh, and I guess that there's the consequence of blogging it for all the world to see... Alas, it take much more than this to embarrass me. Sometimes I wonder if anything could embarrass me.

And before I forget, I thought of one big misstep (literally) from college... one that nobody I know was there to witness. Freshman year, second semester I took the huge beginning-Psych course with 499 other kids in the Social Sciences building. I hated the class; when I went, I sat in back so to be the first to exit. Well, one day, I jumped out of my seat, ran to the door, through the hallway and then down the stairs. I was the first one out... with 499 college kids following me. On the second or third step, something happened, and I tumbled the rest of the way down. It wouldn't have been so bad except that 499 kids watched as I tumbled. A few came over to dust me off and ensure my well-being... but most just chuckled and kept on walking. Awesome. That's what you get for never going to class... that and a C. (Good thing I retook the class senior year... Boo-yah, A!)

(I searched the interweb for a photo of the Social Sciences building to show the steps but no dice.)

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

I wear my sunglasses...

Driving to Baltimore last week, I heard a random country song... Something about - if I could go back and just say yes to whatever my dad told me to do, I'd do it. You know the whole adage - parents are always right. Blah, blah, blah.

As it turns out, the adage and the unnamed country singer are dead on.

For years, my mom has told me to get prescription sunglasses. For years, I have worn sunglasses over my regular glasses... and have looked classy while doing so, no doubt.

That is until this year. I am a grown up. I have prescription sunglasses... And, by golly, my mom was right. These new sunglasses have changed my life. I feel like a normal person.

The cherry on top of this 'my mom was right' sundae? I told our friend, Trevor, about my new sun specs, and he went out immediately and purchased some... Guess what? Within five minutes of wearing, his life was changed too.

The moral of the story: prescription sunglasses are all that, a bag of Ruffles with ridges and a bowl of sour cream and onion dip. If you wear glasses but not prescription sunglasses, you're missing out!

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

3 Years of Awesomeness...

Happy Banan-iversary to my dearest. 3 years as Mrs. Paul. Life is great.


Thursday, May 27, 2010

Fish Yum?

(Yes, these photos have nothing to do with the post, but aren't they darling?)

It's not really a secret that I'm not a fan of fish. My dislike of the heart-healthy non-meat-to-vegetarians started way back when I was a bebe. My dad used to take us fishing... for catfish (or dogfish, as my sister wondered).

Catfish is not the most delicious of all fish, or at least this is what I thought as a wee-one. My dad was smarter than the average dad, though. He bribed me often with Dairy Queen treats; if I didn't eat my fish, I didn't get my DQ treat. Terribly cruel but extremely effective! Angy wasn't as bribe-able as I was, however, and I remember a couple of times when she was refused her delicious frozen treat... "Not I," said the Steffa! If dessert is involved, I am sooooo there.

Anywho, my mom then went through a health food phase when I was in high school... This meant that we ate a ton of lemon chicken, but she also tried to introduce fish into our diets. I must admit that I hurumphed a TON about the fish, but my sister pushed the level of hurumphing... (Seriously, do you remember that Angy & Mom? That was the most intense teenage tantrum that I've ever witnessed.)

Back to it, I still don't like fish as a rule... but Paul and I really try to eat healthfully, and fish is a great way to do so. Soooooo, lately I've really tried to find fish recipes that work for my picky-palate.

I bring to you two recipes from Food Network online... There would be three, but the salmon recipe was too salty, and salmon is still on the 'icky' side of the fish world.
  1. Fried Cod with Cole Slaw - First of all, with 'fried' and 'cole slaw' in the title, how could this dish not be delicious? The cod's all right, too...
  2. Tilapia with Green Beans - Yums x 10. We made this last night, and it's not only super-easy, but it's also super-delicious. How in the world did I choose this recipe? I must've been on drugs at the time... Tomatoes + Fish = Not-a-normal-Steffa-Dish, but I really chose well. Prep time is about 15 minutes (trimming beans, halving tomatoes), and cook time is about 10 minutes. Ridiculously easy and super fresh tasting.
Even my once-picky sister would love these recipes... Though I must admit that she converted to fish-lover-dom years before I did. She even likes salmon, which is still a huge stretch for me.

Clearly, my life is mildly boring/busy-with-boring-stuff right now... as this post is a stretch.

On a more exciting note, we're heading to Chi-town next month to see our precious nieces... Awww! The only thing that could make the trip better would be if our presh nephew were there too!

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

So little to chat about, so I keep sharing videos... Videos of things that you could most definitely find on your own. Oh well. I apologize for not posting and for the post that's about to happen...

I'm on day 32 of Project 365. Let me tell you - it's tough! Holy guacamole! I totally didn't realize how easily I would forget about taking photos... on a daily basis. Seriously, I look at the peeps who are 100+ days in, and I'm impressed beyond belief. We'll see how far I get. So far, I've only missed 3 days, which means that some photos were taken on the same day... GASP! Sue me; I'm doing my best here!

Hmm, what else? We saw Date Night. Hilarious! You should see it. We also saw Betty White on SNL... Hilarious! You should see it, but be warned that it's a tad risqué. Kind of surprising considering that she's 88 1/2 (which is mentioned 88 1/2 times during the episode... or 3 times, whatever).

Ooooh! I'm totally trying to practice guitar more frequently. Let's just say that Project 365 is going better than the guitar practice... Such is life of a lazy person. That said, Paul and I had our very first jam session together on Saturday night (aka - my very first jam session ever)! It was SO ridiculous. We wrote some amazing lyrics. Seriously, it's a shame that our songwriting did not begin much earlier; we'd be millionaires by now.

Oh well, watch out world - S&P is comin' atcha! (Not to be confused with Salt-n-Pepa of the late-80s! ... Nor salt and pepper of the kitchen table!)

And by "amazing" lyrics, I'm sure you realize that I mean amazingly funny. Funny is good, though... Right? And by "amazingly funny," I'm sure you realize that I mean amazingly funny to me and probably no one else... except maybe Paul... but probably not even him.

Hmmm. I'm really stretching here to get some life deets to you, but it's tough, as my brain is not functioning at this moment.

We've had some amazing dinners this week... No, really. You should try these recipes. This chicken sounds all fancy schmancy, but it's actually super simple. We subbed sliced shitakes for the hard-to-find-and-pay-for morels. Next time, I'd go for the cheaper-and-easier-to-find pearl onions instead of the cipollinis... but the meal is YUM. We paired this and this together, and the results were mind-exploding delicious (hm, maybe that's why my brain isn't functioning)! Seriously, the tomatillo-avocado salsa is drinkable on its own. And if I haven't pushed this recipe on you yet, then shame on me... Best lasagna evs! (Yes, I shorten the word ever.)

Most of you know (because most of you were there) that we were in AZ last month for a wedding. It was warm and lovely, and we were able to spend some time with all the fam, which was a plus and a half. While at delicious Macayo's (send salsa, please), my mom (who is amazing, btw) was not very hungry... so she ordered one street taco. It was hilarious when that one bite-sized taco was presented to her... not as funny when typed out and blogged about.

All right. Nada más. Steffa, out.

Thursday, May 6, 2010

Ha! Hilarity this Saturday...

Oh, I cannot wait to see Betty White on SNL...

Saturday, May 1, 2010

Offending Odors Are No Match...

Want to strengthen your relationship? Look no further...

Friday, April 30, 2010

Dear Arizona, You make me sad.

Fortunately for me, SNL Weekend Update makes me chuckle.

Once-Dearest Arizona,

I am disappointed in you. Seth Myers & Weekend Update say it best. Watch at the 27 second mark.

Without Lovity-love, Steffa

Dearest Everyone Else,

How is Kristen Wiig such a comedic genius? Seriously, she's amazing. What great advice for hassle-free travel.

With Lovity-Love, Steffa

Saturday, April 10, 2010

Last night and a new project...

Last night was odd to say the least. Eight people in search of a restaurant is never a good idea. We ended up at an over-priced 'eh-of-a-place. On top of that, there were some mild not-in-a-good-way fireworks between a couple people (not us) and then a discussion of whether not discussing religion and politics can be fruitful (I say yes... Do you want to get me started?).

After dinner, I needed food, as the dinner restaurant had small portions and not the most appetizing of descriptions, so Paul and I headed to our favorite chocolate establishment to enjoy a late night dessert...

And enjoy we did.

This time around, we opted for the Brownie Sundae with Vanilla Ice Cream. While we both agree that the Banana Split is superior (bruléed bananas, people!), the Brownie Sundae was yummy to the max. There is just something so delectable about their hot fudge.

Thank goodness for that fudge, too... It turned an 'eh-night into a YAY-night!

So onto my new project. My bestie, Melissa, roped me into a new photo experiment - Project 365. For the next 365 days, we will both post a new photo from each day onto our Flickr sites (which will show up on our blog sidebars). We're starting today, so unfortunately my delish photos from last night don't count... You can read about the larger project here, but for Melissa and I, our goals are to become better photographers and to share more lovely moments (I think... Really, we've barely talked about it.). Sometimes my photos will be taken with my fancy and expensive DSLR, while other photos with my amazing point & shoot... But don't be surprised if many-a-photo come from my smarty-pants-phone because, really, I can't always have a camera with me... or can I?

Today's photo will be uploaded later today, once I take it... This project will require a diligence and dedication that I am unsure if I possess... I guess we'll see.

Thursday, April 8, 2010

Ben Folds is the man...

So I heard about this ChatRoulette thing sometime ago... My darling dear doesn't think it's such a cool thing, but I gotta admit that I'm quite curious. Not curious enough to try it myself or anything, but I still wish that I could've been at a recent Ben Folds show to experience the brilliance that is Chat Roulette + Ben Folds. One dude is even on the can... Hilarious!

For the record, I love Ben Folds, and this makes me love him that much more. What talent - to be able to improv piano tunes and song lyrics... Amazing!

Friday, March 26, 2010

Love this.

I hope to be like this guy when I grow up.

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Please tell me that you watch 30 Rock...

OMG. This is REAL?! I thought that it was just James Franco's kooky character on 30 Rock...

Who knew that body pillows could be so lovable?! Maybe I need a Kimiko.

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Sunshine Brings Giddiness

Seriously, my mood has elevated ten fold since last Friday... As the temperature goes, so goes my mood. 63 degrees and sunny in early March?! Who could ask for more?

Anyhoo, I'm blogging because I'm positively peachy. I have no news; I have yet to edit together our latest sledding adventure videos... So really, this blog is dedicated to how awesome the weather is in NYC today. Sure, by the weekend, the temps will be back in the 50s and rain will pour down, but for the time being, the skies are clear and the sun is shining.

Boo-yah Phoenix - you are currently in the low 50s with rain.

So to make this blog less about nothing. I will share a little secret...

I am 90% sure that a photo of my hands is in the Weezer photo book that came with my Wuggie. You can call me crazy, but those definitely look like my hands making the flying w (=w=) at the Halloweezer show. I know what you're thinking - uhm, those look like someone's hands making the flying w. But look closer.

Look at the crooked middle fingers and the overlapping pointer finger... And the crooked ring (My ring is never centered on my finger. Don't tell me that yours ins't either b/c I'm not looking for reasons to think those are not my hands.) Also, the black sleeve and clear-coated nails... I was definitely wearing black and had painted my nails clear.

It's me, riiiiiiiiiiiiiight?!

Saturday, February 27, 2010

Más Nieve

We searched for sleds, as promised... to no avail. Instead a friendly gentleman at a sporting goods store offered us a cardboard box. "We'll take it," I said.

Cardboard by itself is not the fastest of sledding vehicles... Throw a garbage bag over it, however, and you're in business. Why Abby had a garbage bag with her is another thing altogether, but needless to say that good times were had by all.

Friday, February 26, 2010


Paul's hat last night

Up to this point, I have missed every huge snow storm NYC has had in the last 2 years. That's pretty impressive. Somehow I have traveled through each snow storm but not once was a flight cancelled or delayed due to weather. Strange how that works.

Outside our window

Anyhoo, I have been saddened by missing all the white, powdery funness. I only ever get to see the snow in its dirty, crunchy, icy stage... until last night.

I traipsed around Manhattan all day yesterday in the grossest slush ever. Seriously, I was wet and cold yet still enjoying the city. Then last night, we traveled to a friend's apartment for his birthday. Said friend lives a fifteen minute walk from the nearest train, and I'll tell you - those were some of the worst outdoor moments of my life. The slush was still coming down; the wind was still blowing, and I was cold and wet and tired. Ew.

Fortunately, the gathering was jolly fun. When the time came to leave, I decided to call a car service... Only no cars were available. Grrr. So instead, we hoofed it back to the train station. But, see, a miraculous thing happened while we were partying it up - the slush turned to powder and lots of it. Inches upon inches of white, powdery funness. The funness that I always miss. The entire walk to the train, I jumped and skipped and ran up stoops and threatened to make snow angels and jumped some more. I enjoyed every moment thoroughly.
At the subway station with our friend, Abby

Then we hopped aboard the train (choo choo), and I became exhausted. So when we arrived at the shuttle train, I knew that I would rather take the shuttle than walk the half-or-so mile home... But of course, the De-Icer was on the tracks, not the train, so we had to walk anyway.

Instead of walking, though, we fought our sleepiness... We skipped and jumped and ran... so much that we were out of breath and giggling like bebes. Then I tripped; I fell; I ate it... "It" being snow obviously, and it was the best fall of my life. It was soft and powdery and cushiony. I am a klutz, and oh, how I wish that every fall could be so pain free and fun.
A different view

Since I was already all snowy, I decided to go for it, and I made a beautiful snow angel on Franklin Avenue around Dean Street... and then Paul did too because he's fun and the best hubby ever.

Today we're going to find sleds... or something to work as a sled. I even plan to build a snowman. His name might be Rupert or something British like that because I want my snowman to be dignified and cultured. Maybe I'll even make a snowball and throw it at some unsuspecting sap who will then fall over in fits of laughter.

Oh, I love the funness of snow.

Snow flakes keep fallin' on my head...

Thursday, February 25, 2010

Presenting... What I've been waiting for...

It's finally here! My mom surprised me with my very own Wuggie, Wuzzie or Weezer Snuggie (whatever you want to call it). Yes, yes, yes, this was my Christmas present, but apparently Weezer didn't anticipate so many orders.

Seriously, Snuggies are long. Who knew?!

Which, how could they not?!?! Seriously, the second I saw the Wuggie on the Weezer site, I melted. Truly, this thing is something to behold... Unfortunately, though, I have yet to receive my copy of their latest album, Raditude, which gives me a saditude. (Get it? SADitude, like a sad attitude or raditude. Oh, I'm funny.)

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

New Haven and then some...

Since returning from our short stint in Spain, I have been a terrible blogger. (In case you forgot, please let me remind you: We lived in Spain for 3 months in 2007, and it was glorious. I struggled with domesticity and loneliness since I lacked employment, but I wouldn't trade in those 3 months for anything... Really, I would like at least 3 months more. Or possibly 5 years more - of Spain life, not domesticity and loneliness.)

I blame life. Seriously, unemployment added to life in a foreign country resulted in quite a number of stories to tell. From learning to cook to daily walks along the Mediterranean, it is true that I had two things required for a frequently updated blog - content and time... Partner that with crippling loneliness, and you had yourself one packed LaVidaSteffa.

Now, however, I have a job, internet at home and an unlimited cell phone plan. While it is true that I don't use my cell phone to call loved ones often enough, the job takes up enough of my time to limit my daily adventures. Plus, I've already kind of learned to cook. No, really. I can cook... well. Very well, even. That said, I cannot improvise, but I can follow the most complicated recipe. But let's be honest: reading about my follies in the kitchen was much more interesting than reading about my successes in the same arena. These days, there's more success than folly (though I did use twice the amount of chicken stock in a recipe a few weeks back).

Wait. Where was I?

Oh, yes. Things that limit my blogging.

Facebook is a huge problem. See, excess time spent on the internet (of which there is much) is spent on Facebook. To be more specific, I am mildly obsessed with playing Bejeweled on Facebook. Bejeweled is far more entertaining to me than blogging, so I leave my blog cold and alone for two weeks without a second thought.

Blogging these days just isn't as much fun. I find myself wracking my brain for content. Even though my life is super-exciting, I just doubt that most of it would be exciting to blog about...

As evidence:

This past Saturday, Paul and I headed up to New Haven, CT to visit the Yale campus. While we are both Harvard fans, the Yale campus has some great architecture and history, so we made the trek. The day was gorgeous - 52 degrees, people! While at one of the museums (designed by Lou Kahn - Paul should be so proud that I remember this), we had the surprise and delight of being serenaded by a lovely singer and pianist... I might be 80 years old, but this was a sweet surprise. (I tried to post a video of said musical surprise, but Blogger didn't cooperate.)

We snuck through a door that took us into dorm courtyard - Trumbull College to be exact. Why can't all places be so... uhm, how do I say this eloquently? castle-like. Seriously, I'm a Wildcat - blah, blah, blah, but Yale (and Harvard and Princeton...) has an amazing campus. So European and castle-like. Very Harry Potter, come to think of it. I should've gone to Hogwarts, but I digress. We snuck into Trumbull College only to find the courtyard's mascot - The Potty-er. I do, in fact, wonder what in the world the designer of this "mascot" was thinking... or rather what he was doing while designing said mascot.

We ate lunch at Louis' Lunch (made famous on the Travel Channel's Hamburger Paradise), which takes the honor of inventing the hamburger in 1895. You heard correctly; the hamburger was invented in CT (though this is mildly contested on Wikipedia).

Anyhoo, we waited in line for 45 minutes and ordered 1 Cheese Works (tomato & onion), 1 Cheese Tomato (just tomato), 2 bags of Dirty Potato Chips and 1 order of Potato Salad. The food was delicious, albeit slightly overpriced, and I learned that even I can enjoy a fresh tomato on a burger, which is super exciting and noteworthy for myself but not necessarily for my blog... (Crickets. See, not interesting!) Louis' Lunch is serious about their burgers, though... don't ever ask for ketchup or else you'll be booted. Their burgers are the most delicious plain because they're still cooked in the original grills from 1895. Boo-yah.

Before leaving our CT adventure in the dust, we stopped by the water to check out the LI Sound (body of water between CT and Long Island) and glimpsed a distant Long Island, cattails and a pretty lighthouse that cemented just how awesome the Northeast is.

Anyway, our day was super-fun, but I couldn't think of a way to write about it that would describe just how much fun it was... which led me to think about how I used to be a decent blogger... which led me to our awesome time in Spain...