Monday, September 29, 2008

GIADA'S COMING TO TOWN!!!

My mom just called me with the oh-so-exciting news that GIADA IS COMING TO DALLAS! Now some of you may not know who giada is. If you don't, you lose some serious natty-appreciation points because if you know me AT ALL you know that I looooove Giada de Laurentiis. She is the host of Everyday Italian on Food Network. Her recipes are usually pretty simple (none of that crazy stuff on barefoot contessa) and they're always SO good.

My mom was shopping (SHOCKER) at Williams Sonoma and saw a sign that said she'll be there at 4:00 on Sunday. So she called to see if I wanted to go (duh) because she would get tickets. Well, apparently there are lots of giada-lovers out there because they were already out of tickets. So we quickly devised a plan to go on Sunday at 4:00 to shop and we could at least go and look at her. (I realize this is the point of the story that I start to sound a little crazy, but really... if say, Julia Roberts were in town even if you couldn't get into her premiere wouldn't you go just to look at her?? uh-huh, that's what I thought).

BUT THEN, my quick-witted little brain decided that she wouldn't come into town just for one appearance, so I went on her website and thankyouverymuch, she's ALSO going to be at Sur La Table from 12-2. So my plan is to go (and by go, I mean stalk) Sur La Table first, and see if I can get a signed book and if I can't, then we'll go to Plano and try our chances there.

There you have it. That's my plan for Sunday. An all out giada-stalking day. Maybe I'll make her picnic lunch from a couple episodes back to take with us* in case we get parched in our efforts.

*I know you must be wondering who I am referring to when I say "us" and "we", becuase really, who else would be as crazy as I am. Well, by "us" I mean my mom and I. She's getting roped into this since she was the messenger. And usually when there are kooky plots transpiring, she tends to be my partner-in-crime. As evidenced by the time that when I was thinking about stealing the "Knox" street sign for erika's bachelorette memory box she said, and I quote, "will you please just tell me which night you're thinking about doing this, so I can be sure to have my phone on so I can come bail you out of jail when you get caught??". THANKS MOM! SEE YOU SUNDAY!

Monday, September 22, 2008

I'll take the one with the captain's chairs and the double sliding doors, please.

So we have a pretty tight knit group of girlfriends from college. And that means a) we can be very blatently honest in our opinions with each other (which we don't tend to hold back) and b) there are no secrets. And if you do have a secret, good luck keeping it. And it's a known fact that some of us are better at keeping secrets than others (I usually fall into the latter category).

While we've all had our turn in the hotseat, poor Laura received the brunt of it this last week. Now this was partially her fault, because she chose the wrong person to tell her dirty little secret to (love you Whit!). You wanna know her secret that she tried very, very hard to keep from us? I'll tell you... no even better, I'll show you:

Yep, SHE BOUGHT A MINIVAN! Then, for some reason, she told this tidbit of information to Whitney who promised to take it to her grave. Completely forgoing that whole grave thing, Whitney promptly hung up and called Alex, and Alex told the rest of us. This resulted in Laura receiving 4 text message simultaniously harassing her about her new ride. Which she responded with "WHO TOLD???"

In her defense, she does have an adorable little boy and a bun in the oven, but STILL! What happened to the days back in college when we swore up and down that no matter what we would NEVER revert to the utter-uncoolness albeit very functional world of minivan ownership?! I guess 1 1/2 kids later, function outweighs coolness. Although knowing Laura (nicknames include Martha Stewart, Barbie Bride, Best Dressed at our high school, etc.) she will no doubt find a way to roll her minivan in style (I doubt she will take the painted on flames approach, but it made for a good visual)

Laura lives in Kansas now, so all the fun-making had to be done via text message/email. My favorite part of the exchange was Whitney (and I quote) "Alex, you little bitch, we were supposed to make fun of her in silence!!!"

We love you Laura!!! And your minivan, too!! Just promise us you will stay away from the mom jeans, okay?!?

Friday, September 19, 2008

New Best Friends?

I got to work this morning and checked my email and I had two responses to my post yesterday about the margarita floats. The funny part is, I had deja vu when I read the second one. I think I need to arrange a meeting between JJ and my aunt because they would be best friends!!

Jodi: "OMG! Those look yummy. How about if it doesn’t get warm we just turn the heat up in a house and pretend!"

Aunt Betty:
"Ohhhh..........those sound yummy...........It does not have to be hot for margaritas...I drink them in all kinds of weather!!!"

How funny is that? Great minds think alike!

Thursday, September 18, 2008

Cocktails anyone?

Okay, so I just totally stole this post from Hostess with Mostess, but it looked so good I had to share!! I want it to get warm just one more weekend so I can make these!! Aunt Betty, I figure these are right up your ally!

Enjoy!

sparkling margarita floats by Erika Lenkert

I’m game for any recipe that has the words “sparkling” and “margarita” in the title! Here’s how to make this toast-worthy concoction by Erika Lenkert:

Sparkling Margarita Floats
by Erika Lenkert (for Everyday with Rachael Ray)

Ingredients
One 12-oz can frozen limeade concentrate
1 1/2 cups tequila
1/2 cup triple sec
2 quarts tonic, chilled
1 pint tangerine, lemon or lime sherbet

Directions
1. Chill 8 glasses. In a pitcher, stir together the limeade, tequila and triple sec. Refrigerate for 30 minutes.
2. Stir the tonic into the limeade mixture. Place 1 scoop of sherbet into each of the glasses, and stir in the margarita mix.

Thursday, September 11, 2008

Free at last!!



















This was the saw used to cut off my cast.  Yep, how tough am I?  I have to admit that I was a little freaked out at first when I saw it, but they promised me that it could touch your skin and not hurt you.  Which they did.  And I jumped.  (just a little.)  Probably less than a three year old would have.  Hopefully.  Which got me thinking... if at 26, the sight of this thing could freak me out... can you imagine if they had a 6 year old in there and showed them that thing?? I'm sure they would be screaming bloody murder.  Which got my little wheels turning.... I should totally invent a non-scary cast cutter offer!!  I mean, it sounds so simple, but if it is, why don't they have them??  I don't have the greatest of luck in the field of inventing and there's the whole lack of medical experience what-so-ever, but maybe one day!

Tuesday, September 9, 2008

Great news....

The cast is coming off tomorrow!!  Yaaaaaayyyy!! 

I think I'm going to take it, spray paint it hot pink and see if I can sell it on ebay as Cindy McCain's cast.  I'm sure some crazy-ass Republican would pay a lot of money for that.

Things I'm looking most forward to:
1) Showering and being able to wash my hair without having to get creative.
2) The end of random strangers asking me what happened, and then giving me this odd look like they're trying to figure out if I'm literally retarded in some way when I tell them I fell out of a car.
3) Cooking.  Yes, I can still cook, but unfortunately, during about week three I was chopping an onion without my plastic baggy and the effects of that have been very detrimental ever since.  But on the other hand, I have learned how to crack an egg one handed.  I feel very "food-networky" when I do that.  Watch your back, Giada!!
4) Being able to travel without being frisked and/or going through the bomb sensor machine.  Apparently smuggling a turtle from New York City to Dallas is okay, but casts on a broken hand are a big red flag among TSA employees.  Rest in peace, Frank Sinatra, rest in peace.*
5) Simply washing my arm.  I think the final straw today was that I was in a meeting and it kind of itched so I stuck a pen in it to scratch... oh yes, I had the wrong end.  I peeked down in it and I scribbled all over my arm.  I'm looking forward to getting the look referenced in #2 from my doctor tomorrow.  

So there you go!  It's been a long five weeks, and I've learned that sometimes it's just easier to be more careful (or more sober).  But either way, I'm SO glad it's over!!

*for those of you that don't know, last December I smuggled a little turtle that I bought in Chinatown back to Dallas.  I named him Frank Sinatra.  Frank has since passed on and gone to a better place.  Apparently turtles don't like living without water for extended periods of time.  Who knew?  I know, and to think that my mom had two babies at my age.  

Saturday, September 6, 2008

WHITE TRASH LABOR DAY!

So this post is a tad delayed, but these pictures were so good that I had to post them, regardless of timeliness. We decided labor day should be filled with college-esque theme parties. There was talk of togas, 80's, and golf pros and tennis hoe's (ho's?? hmm.... maybe I should be proud of myself, I genuinely do not know how to spell ho/hoe... one classy point for natty. Maybe that will make up for the outfit I was sporting above) BUT ANYWAYS, we finally decided on a white trash rock band party. I must say, I think it was a big success.










Alex sported an old Smashing Pumpkins t-shirt that she just so "happened" to have in her closet. She decided that wasn't trashy enough though, so she took some scissors after it and paired it with a white jean mini.

Wylie and Caroline modeling their trashy gear. Some of us went to dinner beforehand, and they were such good sports that they actually packed a separate bag for their white trash gear! I mean, that's some serious dedication, people. Caroline wore what she referred to as "weekend-at-the-lake-white-trash" and Wylie ruined a perfectly good pair of jeans just for the occasion (which does anyone else notice that wylie's cut-offs are shorter than caroline's??).

Eventually everyone decided it was time to really get down to business and changed out of their trashy clothes. Except for Wylie... he decided to at least keep the theme somewhat alive by sporting the bandana. And apparently the whole theme party concept made trey miss being in college, hence the fratastic popped collar. Because, let's face it, there really is no excuse for a popped collar past the age of 23. Even if you are singing "Black Betty".

Highlights of the night:

1) Jenny taking the lead on vocals...... and then threatening to take my life if I put the resulting pictures on facebook.
2) Alex waking up with a BLISTER from her dedication.
3) Wylie & Caroline adding trashy fabulousness by bringing huge (I'm talking like 40 oz.) cans of Miller High Life and Bartles & James neon blue wine coolers. This solidified their invitation to all future theme parties. Anytime you can tie beverages in with the theme of the party, very impressive.
4) Julie grimacing when I took the mic for the first song and then later telling me that I was by far the best singer after she saw what everyone else had to offer.
5) E's intense concentration while on drums. It was almost comical.
6) Tommy (who is the GM of one of the nicest steak houses in dallas and is more familiar with fancy wines and suits, fully embracing giant miller high life's and bandanas)
7) Trey and Derek playing "mine's bigger than yours" in their battle to get the highest score on the guitar. (did I lose a classy point for saying that??)

So there you go! That was labor day! We had a blast and hopefully can come up with more ways to make theme parties out of rock band nights. Maybe we'll have a night where everyone has to dress like a member of a band. I'm having visions of KISS, The Spice Girls, Bon Jovi circa 1986*... hmmm, the possibilities are endless!















* Bon Jovi circa 1986. You see, that's when the hair and wardrobe were at their peak. It takes a confident man to wear orange stretchy pants and permed bangs. Well done, Jon, well done....