Hurtsday Thursday

Ever notice that Thursday has the same letters as Hurts Day? Coincidental? Not today. Today SUCKED. And while we all all have sucky days here and there, my reaction to today's suckitude was truly suckrageous.

And I think I know who to blame.

The pill? To blame for my sucktasticness? Yes.

To properly explain, I have to make a confession. For the past year I've been taking counterfeit Thai pills. While on our honeymoon, The Hubs and I stopped in a pharmacy to get some bug repellent (I was getting devoured). A familiar-looking box caught our eyes under the glass counter. The generic brand of my preferred BC! We asked how much and were floored to hear the pharmacist say "Sixty Baht." For those that don't have a currency calculator in your brain, that's about $2 US. TWO DOLLARS. FOR THE PILL. OVER THE COUNTER. We proceeded to buy a year's supply. And another year's supply for my BFF, who I'd immediately called (to hell with international roaming cell charges! We're talking deal of a lifetime, people!) For less than $50, we walked away with a year's supply of peace of mind.

Well, the year's supply ran out. And I started back on the good ol' fashioned American pill. Thanks to The Hubs' kick ass health insurance, it's now free to me. I used to pay $75 A MONTH before we had the perks of network benefits. But free doesn't trump hormones. Not at all.

The first few days on our country's finest had me slight weepy and wired. It also gave me morning sickness, which is a really cruel joke on someone taking steps to avoid that kind of stuff. But it passed in a few days and all felt back to normal.

But the sugar pills are a day away. And my body knows it. And if today is any indication, I'm gonna be a ray of sunshine the next couple days. My preemptive apologies for any future suckerocity, everyone.

All the other kids...

I'm completely obsessed, ob-sessed, with this song. Also, it's totally fun to hear/read people debate on whether or not its lyrics have an evil message.

Evil? Or this decade's "Jeremy"?

You be the judge.

Daily Dose of Awwww....

 How cute is this? A live feed of two eagles and their babies.

You're welcome.


Live TV : Ustream

Mango Monday

Know how I know it's Spring? In the past two weeks, seven, yes seven, people have asked for my mango salsa recipe. Once the weather warms up, I make this concoction constantly and put it on everything. You should, too.

Since it's gorgeous outside, head to your farmer's market to score local goodies and get some fresh air. And since they say Spring is the best time to get twitterpated, why not flirt with that cutie selling the freshly baked buns?

You're gonna need:
1 large ripe mango
1/2 medium red onion
1 red bell pepper
1 yellow bell pepper
1 8 oz can of pineapple tidbits
1 lime
fresh cilantro
salt to taste

And a copy of Whipped Cream and Other Delights. On vinyl. Must be on vinyl.


Let Herb and the TJB unleash your groove thang. Dance while you dice. It's crucial and adds flavor, I swear.

Peel the mango and chop into small dice. It helps to dice in time to the music. Place mango in bowl. Chop up those red & yellow peppers, and let them get jiggy with the mango. Drain the pineapple tidbits. You may want to chop some of the larger bits in half, depending on how much size matters to you. (Does size really matter?) Let those bits percolate in your mango mix while you samba through the kitchen.

Chop up half of a red onion, and invite it to the party in your bowl. Let the onion mingle and make new friends. Cut your lime in half and squeeze to make it rain over the top of your mango medley. Chop up your cilantro and sprinkle into the goodness. Salt it up to your liking.  Mix it all together lightly. You don't want to bruise your bits. 

Let the salsa chillax in your fridge till you're ready to have a mouth-gasm.

NOM!

Saturday is for champions.

Yesterday kicked ass. A lot.

Nom.

Woke early to enjoy my cherished weekend morning alone time. As The Hubs snoozed, I sipped coffee, read the interwebs, and leisurely cleaned the house while Kelly battled her cocaine addiction on the 90210 reruns I let play in the background. Once The Hubs rose from his Rip van Winkle-esque slumber, we headed to the Hungry Fox for our favorite Saturday morning diner delights. As we nommed on our eggs, The Hubs looked at the clock and asked "Do you think we can make it home in 20 minutes?" "Why?" "Cuz Leland's singing the national anthem at Nascar at noon. On ESPN." "Hell yeah we can make it home!!" I said as I shoveled hash browns down my throat in record time.

Leland on TV!

We made it home with seconds to spare, just in time to see one of our dearest friends in the whole wide world sing The Star Spangled Banner. Live. On ESPN. In front of millions of people. I was so proud, I cried. You should check out his new band, The Line. He and Hailey kick some serious alt country behind.

Once we finished texting our gushing messages of love and pride to Leland, it was time to get down to business. Under The Hubs' direction, I searched my closet for the most...ahem...cleavage-y dress I could find. After all, we were headed to the SoCal Renaissance Pleasure Faire to witness our friends Bob and Chelle get hand-fasted. And what's a Ren Faire without some cleavage, right? We jumped in the car and headed to Irwindale, which had been transformed to a land of queens, kings, wenches, maidens, knights, and, of course, mead. This was only the second time we'd been to a Ren Faire (the first being on a lark when we stumbled upon one on Hwy 5, driving home from my grandparent's.) and I wasn't entirely sure what to expect.

I had the BEST TIME! And I actually want to go back! With a real costume! Who knew? Huzzah, indeed!

Looking upon my decolletage, one of the craftsman cried out, "My regards to your tailor, m'lady!"

Bob & Chelle are members of the peasant's guild. Every morning, they churn butter to make a sculpture to present to the Queen. Whoa.

Merlin begins the ceremony.

Tying the knot!

The Queen stopped by to bless the union.

Look, Ma! It's me and Da Vinci!

The Hubs throws knives. Bad ass.

The Hubs developed a crush on this adorable elfin violin player. Can you blame him?

After sharing a sausage on a stick and some grog, we hopped on the 605 and headed to the Great Western Forum for...

PRINCE!!!!! Best. Concert. EVER!

Chaka freking Khan was the surprise opener. And she slayed it!

Uh huh.

The man himself. Amaze-balls.

Cell phones waving during Purple Rain. I cried like a baby.

This blog needs a jump start.

It's true. I'm not the best at following through with things. I'm a fickle lady and I get bored easily. Okay, maybe bored isn't the right word. How about distracted? Yes. Distracted. That's it!

I'm sorry, what we were talking about? Oh. Right...

I have lots and lots of great ideas. Oodles of 'em. Heaps. But too many stay just that. Ideas. Or they get only half the attention they deserve. Like this blog. Or that list of things I want to accomplish this year but have hardly touched. I think my problem's been that I don't know what's considered "blog-worthy." I mean, do y'all really give a hoot that I spray painted our old bookshelf to make the perfect kitchen storage unit? Or that I completely botched the aligot recipe I was so excited to make for The Hubs, consequently subjecting him to one of my infamous meltdowns? Or that I went to the Prince concert last night? (Okay, you actually should care about that last one because it was RE-DUNK-U-LOUS and A-MAY-ZIINNNGGG.)

Sadly, my aligot looked nothing like this

I have no idea if any of my blog readers care about my day-to-day humdrumedness. I don't even know who reads my blog other than The Hubs and my mother-in-law. But what I DO know is that I'm currently writing a book. And it's freaking hard. And since I stopped freelance editing, my writing muscle ain't as strong as it used to be. And it needs exercise.

I also know that I'm inspired by fellow lady bloggers. And maybe I feel the need to keep up with the pack. I mean, if the busy broads behind Kushnonsense, For the love of food, and The Mac Family can find the time to blog regularly, what the h-e-double-hockey-sticks is my excuse? And to add insult to injury, I recently read that I helped inspire Quirk to start her blog! And Heidi Kush blogs every day in between jaw-droppingly awesome DIY home renovations, band rehearsals, work, and wifely wonders. And don't even get me started on Mrs. Mac, who manages to make having a career, two fan-freaking-tastic kids, a home, and a marriage look like a damn cake walk. What is my deal?

Seriously, how cute is Mrs. Mac?

So if for no other reasons than to flex the wordy part of my brain and keep up with the women I admire, I'm giving myself a challenge: BLOG EVERY DAY. Yes. EVERY day.

I imagine I'll have more to say on some days than others. There may be days I want to blog more than once, so I will. And I'm sure there's going to be days I don't want to blog at all. But I'm going to anyway.

No. Really. I mean it this time.

Book Club! BOOM!

I guess now that I'm 30 I should start following through on my threats. Book Club! Let's do this!

I've started a Facebook page for us to gather and chat about monthly book selections that are sure to be scintillating and sensational. I'll also host a monthly gathering of some kind (my place, local dive bars, ya know...places with booze) for us to hold lively convos on our books of the month. Care to join? There's only 2 requirements:

1. You know how to read.
2. You're female. (Sorry fellas, if we let you join then we can't talk about all the things that make us love, and love to hate, y'all).

So head on over to Lady B's Book Club to get in on the literary lovefest. And pick up a copy of our first pick: Lady Chatterley's Lover!