And I have a chocolate-stuffed baked banana baking in the oven. Awww, yeah.
PLEASE SHARE WITH ME HOW TO ASSEMBLE AND BAKE A CHOCOLATE-STUFFED BANANA. DEAR LORD.
It’s honestly the easiest thing ever. Lay a banana on its back (curved side down). Slice it open lengthwise. Cut all the way through the banana, but not through the ‘other side’ of the skin. Stuff the banana with bits of your favourite chocolate (it should now look like a banana Viking ship with chocolate sailors in it). Wrap in tinfoil. Place in oven. I generally throw it in as it is preheating (to 380) and leave it in for about 20-25 minutes. So, 10-15 minutes in a preheated oven? Yeaaaah.
If you wrap the banana carefully you can always check on the melting and baking process and rewrap/throw it back when it doesn’t seem quite right yet.
Wow. Just wow. Then you eat it sort of like a baked potato? Oh man. This is awesome.
Subject: If had a blog - this would be a post under the heading “Seemed like a Good Idea”
So I was reading an article on Thursday about ‘under eye’ discoloration. Well, the article said that if the color was grey or purple-ish than it was from engorged blood vessels and to try an eye cream that has caffeine in it because that will shrink the blood vessels and make the discoloration go away. So, Friday morning when I got up and my eyes were all puffy, I thought: hmmm, caffeine could be the answer!
And I’m making my coffee and there are all those coffee grounds from yesterday that I’m about to put into the compost can……well, I scooped up some nice cool damp coffee grounds and pressed them into my eye sockets and held them there for five minutes or so.
Seemed like a good idea at the time….Don’t Try This At Home! IT IS IMPOSSIBLE TO GET COFFEE GROUNDS OUT OF YOUR EYES! I don’t know why but, ugh, it was AWFUL. I kept splashing water on my face but there were still coffee grounds in my eye lashes even after my shower!
Heading to Harmon’s to buy eye cream with caffeine in it …. unless maybe I should try ice-cold coffee compress first. Whaddya think?
So dudes, I woke up early this morning and put on a movie that was on Netflix Instant! I chose The Boy in the Striped Pajamas. Sounds kinda dreamy, right? Kinda fantastical? I thought it was a kid’s movie about some kid who encounters another world where they all wear pajamas all the time and there’s probably a circus involved or something, but NO. NO. THAT IS NOT WHAT IT IS ABOUT AT ALL which you find out about 5 minutes in when everyone at a party yells SIEG HEIL and then you find out that the boy in the striped pajamas is in a concentration camp and then I spent the rest of the movie crying. So.
Ouch. I really like to read books and watch movies without knowing anything about them but one of these days this is going to happen to me.
Okay so I’ve never bagged a Dutch Dylan fan, but I did one time inscribe a hippy boy’s yearbook “Now your dancing child in his Chinese suit/He spoke to me, I took his flute/No, I wasn’t very cute to him, was I?” Only to realize, as he stared at me agape as I walked away, that he knew exactly what song I’d quoted and thought I was trying to tell him how desperately I wanted him.
This would usher in an era of painstakingly carefully crafted AIM away messages.
The three-year-old spent a lot of time (in the immortal words of Cyndi Lauper) she-bopping. I’m trying to figure out a way to suggest that she not do that in public that doesn’t permanently damage her outlook on she-bopping. “Yes, I bop, you bop, they bop a lu, but maybe not on the arms of Mommy’s couch?” Needs a little work, no?
I found a list in a kitchen drawer. The heading was “2009 Goal: 52.” It was a series of dates, progressively labeled “first,” “second,” “sixteenth,” etc. I couldn’t figure out what it was until I saw two notes: “[Five-year-old] interrupted” and “[Five-year-old] walked in on us.”
I tried not to, but I had to look: they did not make their goal.
“The city stated on Monday that the thousands of people who were involved in the widespread scam by taxi drivers of New York City might get some money back but it isn’t likely for those who paid with cash and didn’t keep their receipts. Mayor Bloomberg said that his administration is trying all it can to see if some of the passengers who got scammed could be paid back some amount of it. The scam went on undetected for years and was discovered only recently.”—
I would just like everyone to know that I’m a grown ass woman. One who got crazy last night and mixed both red and white wine and beer. A grown ass woman who thought that a breakfast sandwich and an iced coffee would cure this hangover monster. And a grown ass woman who just threw up in a trash can under her desk.
Thank you and goodnight.
Iced coffee and a breakfast sandwich don’t work? Fuck. That was my plan for after I finished throwing up my Gatorade.
The last time I was really hungover a friend recommended a milkshake as a cure. I tried it and it was so good (effective and delicious!) that it’s almost a reason to get a hangover.
Bishop Glasspool, who has been serving in Maryland as an adviser to the bishops for nine years, said Wednesday in an interview: “I feel overjoyed. I feel relieved. I’m breathing again.”
She and her partner, Becki Sander, a postgraduate student in social work, have been together for 22 years.
The bishop said she intended to reach out to those who opposed her. Asked whether she anticipated that her election would have repercussions in the Anglican Communion, she said, “While I understand that not everyone rejoices, I don’t understand what will functionally be different tomorrow than today with respect to our relationships around the world.”
Bishop Glasspool’s father was also an Episcopal priest. She was born on Staten Island, and grew up in the rectory of St. James Church in Goshen, N.Y., where her father served for 35 years.
I’m not particularly religious, but stuff like this makes me brag about growing up Episcopalian.