tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59650060751989555902024-03-12T22:08:33.507-06:00Snarky SisterPop culture junkie and TV aficionado. I like to start a bunch of projects and hobbies and finish none of them. I pretend to have a blog.Snarky Sisterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03192965233204473984noreply@blogger.comBlogger51125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965006075198955590.post-91226696097909904202013-06-30T21:32:00.000-06:002013-06-30T21:32:27.112-06:00It's Been A While...Hello again! After a long hiatus, I’m back. In that time that we’ve been apart dear reader, I would actually come and visit my own blog every now and again, and I realized that I have missed this space. Missed writing silly stories about my unremarkable life that were mostly for me, but in some (very rare) cases, connected with others too. So, I’m back. Hopefully for good.
I will be back shortly with (semi) regular posts, but in the meantime, I’d like to introduce you to my new co-blogger, Maria. She poops in her pants, and I literally have to do everything for her, but I know her dad, so it would be awkward if I fired her.
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Last week I had a day off so thought I would grab a quick pedicure as my feet were suffering from being stuffed in Uggs and other boots all winter, and were in need of some TLC. So I went in quickly to a place I had been once before. I walked in and it was completely empty. Perfect. One of the women comes out of the back room and sets me up and then disappears again. Again, no one else was there and I could hear her talking with a coworker. Some more time passes and I realize that I’ve caught them in the middle of their lunch hour. So I wait a few more minutes and then finally, after I’d been sitting there for ten minutes playing Brickbreaker on my phone, I call out a “Hello? I’m in a bit of a rush please.” One of the girls comes out, and goes to the sink with her mug of whatever the hell she was drinking and tops it up with water, and tells me “two more minutes please”. WTF?! Again, I get that it’s not a five star salon – it’s in a shitty strip mall next to a carpet and hard wood flooring store – but COME ON. I was sitting there in literally an empty salon for over 10 minutes while they were laughing, chatting away, and eating their damn lunch. Annoy me. So she finally comes out, and does my feet, chatting away on her cordless TELEPHONE the entire time. <br />
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Finally, my toe nails dry and I’m ready to go. I get up to pay, and the girl at the register tells me $36.75. I almost lost my damn mind. In my excitement to be the only one in the salon, I failed to look at the prices and was beyond irritated that I had to pay almost $40 (you’re damn right I didn’t tip her ass) for a pedicure at a shitty salon. $40.00 to wait while an employee (who is paid to work there!) finished her lunch and stunk up the entire salon with her food, talked on her phone to someone that she was either really mad at, or really happy with (I couldn’t figure out if the inflections of her voice were positive or negative), charged me GST, I paid in cash and she didn’t give me a receipt. Oh, it is on. <br />
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So for those of you who don’t know, GST is a federal tax on goods and services. Businesses that charge GST need to have a GST number printed clearly on their receipt. Something that I guess is even more important when you are paying in cash and there really isn’t a paper trail of that money. I have gone to 100 different salons and paid in cash and was never given a receipt. I didn’t care those 100 other times because I wasn’t ripped off at the cost, and the woman doing my nails didn’t make me wait for her to finish her lunch. This was going to be the hill I died on.<br />
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So I tell the woman, can I please have a receipt. And she’s like, “oh if you want a receipt, you need to pay by debit card.” WTF? No you don’t, give me my damn receipt. So I repeat again, “I’d like a receipt. You charged me GST, you put my money in your Fisher Price cash register, give me a receipt.” By now her coworker had joined her and she tells me that the receipt tape is out and that’s why they can’t give me a receipt. So then I’m like, “Okay, can you write one out for me? With your GST number on it” she looks to the one other customer in the salon, and she’s like “I’m very busy, I don’t have time now,” So this is the point of the story where I actually lost my mind. I look at this woman right in the eye like a maniac, and tell her “I will be back at 5:00 p.m. today. Have my receipt ready for me.” And walked out of the salon. <br />
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I got into my car, took a deep breath and was like, WTF was that about? Seriously, I think I was so annoyed at the entire experience and instead of complaining about that, I decided to complain about the one thing that I knew was absolutely the rule and quite frankly the law. But seriously, I’m crazy. Needless to say, I didn’t go back to pick up my receipt – I figured it was probably best to just drop it. However, if I ever do go back (truth be told, she did a really good job on my feet) and she pisses me off again, I will definitely be paying with my debit card. That will show her.Snarky Sisterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03192965233204473984noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965006075198955590.post-29174603028811582062012-01-18T11:30:00.000-07:002012-01-18T11:30:49.757-07:0030 by 30....ishWow! I have 10 days to complete my things to do before I'm thirty list. Looks like I'm going to be very busy until the 28th. Of the sixteen items on my list I've completed approximately eight of them. I guess 50% completion isn't totally awful, but I started the list over a year and a half ago. And my definition of complete may be a bit loose. For example, I did make croissants, but they didn't turn out, so should I really have crossed it off my list? Probably not. According to this list, I still need to make donuts, fried chicken, get published, grill a pizza, go hiking (extremely unlikely since with the wind chill temperatures are reaching the -40s), make ice cream sandwiches, make kotopitakia and soutzoukakia. If I did by some miracle complete this, I would likely also gain ten pounds before my 30th birthday as well which is definitely not on the list. Also any tips on how to get published in 10 days? <br />
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I'll keep you posted on how far I get. The countdown is on!Snarky Sisterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03192965233204473984noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965006075198955590.post-83548022113885580932011-12-23T11:26:00.000-07:002011-12-23T11:26:43.534-07:00End of the Semester!The semester is finally over! I had taken two classes which is a situation where when you’re going through, is awful and horrible, but when it’s done is sweet relief, which can apply to many situations I guess. That’s what she said. Okay, enough. One of them was a statistics class, which quite frankly, I can’t believe I paid $1500.00 for a class to give me ulcers, but whatever. It’s done, and I got an A- in it somehow. <br />
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My other class was an awkward mess. My instructor wanted us to have a Skype meeting with him, which is actually my worst nightmare (in all my undergrad years I attended the office hours of my professors maybe 2 times), so having one on one time with an instructor via Skype was not very appealing to me. Adding to the awkwardness was the fact that my instructor is Greek and living in Greece and when I first called him on Skype, I instinctively started speaking Greek, and he assumed that I was totally fluent. Something I failed to correct. <br />
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Don’t get me wrong, I can speak and understand Greek, but if you’re explaining learning theories to me and how they relate to distance education, I need you to be speaking English. Alas, it was too late, so I had to pretend I understood everything he was saying in this academic language that I would have a hard time understanding even in English. Needless to say, I sent a follow up email (in English) seeking some clarification. <br />
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Then we had group work – I’ve discussed this before, but only hit reply all in an email, if you are in fact sharing information that is important to all you are replying to. Saying “thanks” or “sounds good” doesn’t warrant an email even to one person (I feel that should be implied. No one wants their inbox flooded with niceties.), let alone a group of five people. <br />
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But, who cares about all of that because it is OVER! So happy to be done. Until January 9 when everything starts again, but until then, I plan to sleep my brains out and have a marathon Fringe session (I never got into it, but I do love me some Joshua Jackson. Pacey and Joey 4EVA - a shout out to all the Dawson's Creek fans out there)and perhaps dust off that old sewing machine.<br />
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Merry Christmas everyone! Enjoy the holidays!Snarky Sisterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03192965233204473984noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965006075198955590.post-20855226764906179022011-12-01T17:02:00.000-07:002011-12-01T17:02:55.254-07:00Happy December!Sheesh! Finally, November is over. What a long month that was. I was so busy at work, combined with never ending school work - papers, assignments and group work that was eating up so much of my time. It is over. But, unfortunately, November definitely went out with a bang for me.<br />
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Since the summer, I have been a semi regular (3-4 times a week) juicer. Not steroids or something crazy like that, but vegetables! Anything green to be exact. I have developed quite a craving for it and actually really like it (it did take some time to warm up to). Anyway. I had a long day again yesterday, and was feeling really run down so I decided to get my veggies ready and toss them in the juicer for a shot of energy - it was 9:30 and I was going to work on some more school work. <br />
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For those of you not familiar with juicers, they kind of look like a food processor (sort of). They have a chute you push your fruit/vegetables/whatever through with a cylindrical press and then pass through a blade circling at 100 km per hour and some crazy centrifugal force stuff happening all at once. It is also very loud and terrifying to small children. Once the veggies pass through, all juicy goodness pours out of the spout and all the pulpy/skin stuff gets tossed aside. My press is MIA because I threw it in the dishwasher and it warped, no longer fitting through the chute. Crafty girl that I am, I have been using the cucumber portion of my juice mix to act as a press and pushing through all my other vegetables, and letting go once I got too close to the blades of death. Needless to say, last night, I didn't realize just how close I was to blades, and once the cucumber got pushed through, my middle finger was next. <br />
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So, after realizing that the juice was now ruined since half my finger nail was floating somewhere in it, and cursing the fact that I splurged on the organic cucumbers because they are wider and fit the chute better, I yelped in pain. Rushing to the sink to run my finger under cold water, convinced that I had done irreparable damage and would never be able to type again. Thankfully, my husband was home who is trained in First Aid - both standard and wilderness (for all the time we spend camping and hiking. Which is never) so he wrapped it up properly, applied pressure and we went to the hospital just to be sure that it wasn't more serious.<br />
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Unfortunately, the first twenty something year old doctor that saw me did nothing to ease my fears of irreparable damage as literally the first thing he said when I removed the bandage was "oh shit" and then fainted. Okay, he didn't faint. But he did say oh shit. After seeing the look of horror on my face wondering where he got his Mickey Mouse degree from, he backtracked by saying that yes, he's a resident, but in obstetrics and gynecology and "doesn't see stuff like my finger in his line of work." To which all I could think was THANK GOD. I hope you don't see juicing accidents in obstetrics. That would be horrifying. <br />
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ANYWAY. He called his boss, a crotchety old man who kind of became my husband's hero when he took one look at it and said "You're fine. There's nothing we can do for you. Someone will come and clean it up and wrap it for you. You don't need a tetanus shot. It's not like you were shoveling manure." And literally turned around and left. LOVE! That is what I'm talking about. Let's cut the chit chat and get straight to the diagnosis people. <br />
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I was going to share a picture here, but it is really gross - my niece ran away from me when I removed the bandage and kept staring at her fingers as if it was contagious. So, hopefully my finger grows back (the nurse that wrapped it said it would), and I'll be manicure ready for the new year. Beyond that, I'm asking Santa for a new juicer for Christmas and saying good riddance to November! <br />
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Happy December everyone!Snarky Sisterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03192965233204473984noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965006075198955590.post-83074245871553568902011-11-11T09:30:00.000-07:002011-11-11T09:30:05.647-07:00Friday Five: Things I Did This Week1. Finally finished my paper for class. Just in time to have another one due for my second class. If anyone knows anything about quantitative research including but not limited to: SPSS, significance values, what a histogram is, and why I should care about what the mean, median and mode are of data when I'm doing a course based graduate degree instead of a thesis, please feel free to contact me.<br />
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2. Baked. And it was glorious. I made chocolate chip cookies and muffins and although I wanted to eat every last one of them, instead I only kept a few out and put the rest in the freezer for a rainy day. It's supposed to snow this weekend, so I think I'll be pulling them out asap.<br />
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3. Bought tickets to the Russian ballet. So excited - they are in town next week performing Romeo and Juliet, and although I'm not a huge ballet fan - I love all things Russian (and by all things I mostly mean their ice cold gymnasts, pretty churches, fur hats, and dolls) and I can pretty much recite word for word the Leonardo Dicaprio/Claire Danes version of Romeo and Juliet (don't judge me - I was in grade 10 when it came out), so based on those two points that actually have nothing at all to do with ballet, I think this is a good fit for me. <br />
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4. Speaking of Claire Danes, I finally started watching <a href="http://www.sho.com/site/homeland/home.sho">Homeland</a> on demand. OMG. It is so good, and if you aren't watching it, start. The characters are interesting and flawed (which always appeals to me), the writing is good, and the story sucks you in. The only problem is, I do find it hard to believe that Claire Danes is a CIA agent, when she'll really always be <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0108872/">Angela Chase</a> to me. <br />
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5. I went to convocation. My husband finished his graduate degree in Educational Leadership (Woot! Woot!) and so we went to see him cross the stage. Wow, are those ceremonies every long! Also, what's with all the middle names? I'm certain that they could shave off at least 20 minutes of the ceremony if stuck to first and last names only. The good news, is that he is finished after all of his hard work, the GREAT news, is that I live with someone who knows how to write a paper in APA format. Congratulations husband!Snarky Sisterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03192965233204473984noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965006075198955590.post-35834257273003447522011-11-02T20:49:00.000-06:002011-11-02T20:49:08.210-06:00And the Nominees Are...How happy am I? I was nominated for a <a href="http://www.ninjamatics.com/canadian-weblog-awards/">2011 Canadian Weblog</a> award for Best Written and Humour categories. How exciting is that? I'm quite certain that I won't win, or even make the shortlist, but what they say is true...it's an honor just to be nominated. Really, it is! Be sure to check out all the other great blogs that are nominated that have a far greater chance at success than I do!Snarky Sisterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03192965233204473984noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965006075198955590.post-65967044010531845192011-10-28T14:02:00.002-06:002011-10-28T14:14:16.149-06:00Friday Five: Favorite Time WastersI love the internet - I've made that known before, but here are five of my favorite sites. When my house needs to be cleaned, I have papers to write, or could be doing a whole slew of other productive tasks, I am lured into these sites:<br />
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1. <a href="http://www.hellogiggles.com">Hello Giggles</a><br />
This is a cute site that has funny articles and although a bit hipster-y, it is still fun. Also, my favorite new actress - Zooey Deschanel is one of the creators of it. <br />
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2. <a href="http://www.televisionwithoutpity.com">Television Without Pity</a><br />
Probably my all time favorite site as it combines snark and television. It's like it was created just for me.<br />
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3. <a href="http://www.pinterest.com">Pinterest</a> and <a href="http://www.etsy.com">Etsy</a><br />
I'm not a member of Pinterest - I don't want to get sucked in too deep, but I like going to it for ideas for parties, crafts, etc. Etsy is equally as good for one of a kind items and craft ideas too. <br />
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4. <a href="http://www.stfuparents.tumblr.com">STFU Parents</a><br />
If you've ever dealt with a Facebook friend who overshares everything on their status updates or can't stop talking about their kids every two minutes, this is the site for you. The level of oversharing is on a whole differet level. <br />
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5. <a href="http://www.gofugyourself.com">Go Fug Yourself</a><br />
The Fug Girls are super funny and their take on celebrity fashion is hilarious. I have laughed out loud numerous times when reading that site.<br />
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Go check them out if you haven't already. You can thank me later!Snarky Sisterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03192965233204473984noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965006075198955590.post-38923551298957459612011-10-23T02:47:00.001-06:002011-10-23T02:48:52.188-06:00Snarky Sunday: Can I Take Your Order Please?How frustrating is it when you are in line at a restaurant (i.e. McDonalds, Starbucks, Tim Horton’s) and the person in front of you is taking twenty years to figure out their order? Honestly, I could strangle them. It irritates me so much. It’s like, what else are you going to order at McDonald’s but a freaking Big Mac? And really, if you’re at a Starbucks, chances are it isn’t your first time, so today isn’t going to be the day that you try something new – just get your regular drink and move to the side. <br />
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A “gourmet” donut shop opened in our city and I wanted to see what the fuss was about, so one day when we were going to our cousins’ house for brunch, my husband and I went there to pick up some donuts for everyone. First of all, the place was a joke. I was so irritated just by walking in there – it was all modern and pink and lame, and took itself way to seriously about how awesome and cool it was. Shut up, donut shop. You sell overpriced donuts in a craft box to hipsters – you aren’t as cool as you think you are. <br />
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There were two women in front of us (they were together), and two people behind the counter. They had probably 8 different flavours of donuts on sale. They were talking to the cashier/donut wrangler and asking what the best donut was, and what would they recommend, and which is the most popular. And then the employee went into detail about every single donut and the ingredients, and how everything was natural, and home made and blah, blah, blah. I wanted to tap them on the shoulder and tell them that my husband was about two minutes away from turning into the Incredible Hulk and was going to flip the counter over if they didn’t hurry the fuck up and pick something. Of course, after all of the fuss, they ended up getting two of each flavour. Seriously? There are people behind you waiting – make up your damn mind! I get if there isn’t a line – sure, take your time, but when people are waiting – chop, chop people, let’s get moving!Snarky Sisterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03192965233204473984noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965006075198955590.post-21680391654701264212011-10-19T18:53:00.000-06:002011-10-19T18:53:41.713-06:00Dry SpellAfter my hot streak blogging three times in one week, I had a bit of a dry spell over here. Mainly due to poor planning and real life getting in the way. As I’ve mentioned before, I’m working on my masters, and this semester I got really cocky for some reason and registered for two classes. Plus work full time. Plus the CW Monday night line up – I can’t lie, I love the Hart of Dixie. It’s easy to see how writing two papers due on the same day sort of got away from me. Needless to say, I completed them, spending way more time than I care to admit trying to properly format them to APA requirements. Seriously, why do they change the rules so often? So unbelievably frustrating when you think that you’re done, and then have to go back and spend so much time trying to decipher if it’s one or two spaces after a period, and trying to figure out how to properly format your page headers. <br />
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I received feedback from the one paper already and I think I kind of love my instructor and his snark. Here is some of his feedback (emphasis mine): <br />
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<i>A very good submission. Well reasoned and supported by solid examples. Other than <b>some irritating semantic and syntactical errors</b>, your paper is reflective of a good grasp of the underlying concepts and the hypothetical application of the associated methodologies/approaches. A good read.</i><br />
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I’ve actually never had someone put in writing that I irritated them, so kudos to him and his boldness. Quite frankly, it endeared me to him, and obviously, it didn’t irritate him too much – I ended another dry spell with this paper. I finally got my first A on a paper since Sociology 201. Yes, you heard that correctly. The only A I ever received in my academic career was for a Sociology 201 class during my first year of university. I remember it like it was yesterday: the year was 1999, Justin and Britney were still dating, I was seventeen years old and it was still the <a href="http://www.everythingisterrible.com/2011/09/its-90s.html">nineties</a>! It’s not that I crashed and burned after that, but I hovered in the B- to B+ range, with a few Cs and A-’s for good measure. I never did reach that elusive A again. Until now. It took me long enough but the academic dry spell is finally over. Now if I could only figure out APA.Snarky Sisterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03192965233204473984noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965006075198955590.post-53628274848295902482011-10-02T06:15:00.007-06:002011-11-14T10:14:08.292-07:00Snarky Sunday: Social MediaI love the internet. I think it's awesome. I love that I can "<a href="http://daisysewing.wordpress.com/">meet</a>" people on the internet, try and build an <a href="http://www.madesigns-invites.com/">online</a> invitation <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/madesignsandinvites">business</a> and keep in touch with long lost friends through Facebook. <br />
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How annoying is it when you are on Facebook and your friends have updated their fifteenth status update of the day, and it is riddled with spelling errors? I'm not talking about a typo here and there, I'm talking about words spelled totally incorrectly, and no * in the comments to indicate they realize their mistake. Drives me bananas. Even more grating is when you're on Twitter and you follow someone famous, and their tweets are riddled with errors. <br />
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I follow Nina Dobrev from Vampire Diaries. I love her, I love the show, I love that she is dating Damon in real life. I think they are awesome. I wonder if it's awkward on the set with them and Stefan, considering in real life she's dating one brother, and on the show, she's in love with another? It just seems like there might be some tension there, trying to balance her real love life with her love life on a scripted television show. About vampires. ANYWAY. The other day she tweeted "Absolute power corrupts absolutely." Don't get me started on people who use famous quotes or inspirational messages as their status updates/tweets, but then she went and attributed the quote to none other then Leonardo Dicaprio. Is she kidding me? I love Leo as much as the next girl - I could probably recite the words to his version of Romeo and Juliet because I only saw it about 25 times when I was in grade 10, but I am pretty sure we shouldn't be giving him credit for that quote. Low and behold, a quick Google search indicates it was someone named Lord Anton. <br />
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And this is the problem with the internet. All the filters are down. There is no hiding behind an aura of mystery or coolness. People are too accessible. Like is it really so hard to run a spell check, or do a quick Google search and (make an attempt) to check facts? The same thing that makes the internet amazing is the same thing that is destroying it. IT'S LIKE WE'RE KILLING THE INTERNET!Snarky Sisterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03192965233204473984noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965006075198955590.post-64143719630763758162011-09-30T06:30:00.000-06:002011-09-30T06:30:01.321-06:00Friday Five: New ShowsSeptember is pretty much over so we are even closer to a deep freeze, snow days, and it getting dark by 5:00 p.m. than we were even 2 weeks ago. The good thing is, all of the new shows have premiered and besides work, school, invitations, and any other hobbies I pick up from now until Christmas, I will have a full schedule of new shows to watch. There are a lot of new shows, but I think I’m going to stick with these five and drop the rest of the dead weight.<br />
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<b>Ringer</b>, The CW – Buffy’s back! Full disclosure, I loved Buffy the Vampire Slayer. The Prom was probably the best episode of television ever to air in 1999. Angel and Buffy 4EVA. Anyway. This show is pretty fun too – it’s a bit soapy and campy, but overall, I’m sticking around for the season. It has identical twins, stolen identities, hidden pregnancies, a Native American mob boss out to kill someone, a white collar investment crime that I haven’t figured out yet (probably because I still pay some bills in person, at the bank, and have my “emergency fund” in rolls of quarters and loonies stashed in some closet in my house), and did I mention, Buffy the Vampire Slayer is in it? If that wasn’t enough, rumor has it that Jason Dohring will be part of a love triangle in that show. Eeek! I loved Logan Echolls and his crazy yellow Nissan X-Terra on Veronica Mars, and I loved him so much that I watched every episode of the trainwreck Moonlight that he was on after VM was unceremoniously cancelled. Ironically, he played a vampire on that show. And Sarah Michelle Gellar was the vampire slayer. And now they’re on the same show. And hopefully going to fall in love. Oh TV Fates, you have a wicked sense of humor!<br />
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<b>New Girl</b>, Fox – I thought I would hate this show, because I have a bit of an irrational hate on for Zooey Deschanel and her hipster ways, but I actually ended up really liking the show, and her. She plays a super dork that breaks up with her boyfriend, and then moves in with 3 random guys. Hilarity ensues. And in fact, hilarity does ensue. It is funny, and cute and she isn’t nearly as annoying as I thought she would be. When trying to explain their unorthodox living arrangements and relationship, one of her new roommates calls them “reverse mormons.” See? Hilarity ensues. <br />
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<b>Up All Night</b>, NBC – I can’t necessarily relate as, I don’t have kids or a new baby, but it is still pretty funny. The premise is a married couple that is juggling a new baby and returning to work (mom) and staying home (dad). I laugh because they seem like real people – swearing in front of the baby, and they look like a real couple - I’m sort of over all these hapless husbands having smoking hot wives - that doesn’t really happen, and they say stuff that I imagine you would really say when dealing with a new baby. After trying to relive their pre-baby days and getting drunk, the next morning, hungover and in bed, Arnett’s character offers his wife one million dollars if she goes and gets the crying baby. That is something I can relate to. I’ve offered my husband one million dollars to pass me the phone when it’s out of reach and I’ve already sat down.<br />
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<b>Prime Suspect</b>, NBC – I’ve never seen the original that this is based on, but going in totally blind, I kind of liked this. Maria Bello is believable as a detective and there was a good balance between cop stuff, and personal back story stuff, which can always be a challenge. Plus Kenny Johnson from The Shield is on it, and although he seems to play the same character over and over again, I still love him. I almost had to dump him as one of my TV boyfriends after Saving Grace though – I hated that show. Anyway. Prime Suspect gets a pass for now. Also, is this an old person's show? <br />
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<b>Revenge</b>, ABC – This is a pretty harmless fun show. A bunch of good looking rich people living in the Hamptons, and one of them is plotting revenge against the rest of them. It’s not rocket science, but it does give me something to do at 11 o’clock on Wednesday nights. The one character “Queen” Victoria is your classic evil stepmother/mastermind and I sort of love her. I’m curious to see what happens, and how everything resolves itself over the season, though I could do without the flashbacks. Either way, it sucked me in, so now I’ll stick around and see what happens to all the beautiful people.<br />
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So those are my winners for this year – duds include, but are not limited to, Terra Nova (this is lame), 2 Broke Gals (I like the blond, hate the mean brunette, plus it’s not funny) and Suburgatory (main character is miserable, and Jeremy Sisto gives me the creeps).<br />
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Did I miss anything? What are your favorite new/returning shows? Set your Tivos/DVRs people!Snarky Sisterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03192965233204473984noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965006075198955590.post-24440543102546114122011-09-28T10:55:00.000-06:002011-09-28T10:55:48.212-06:00Shopping SpreeThis past weekend I went on a bit of a spending spree. I go through these phases where I buy nothing, and then all of a sudden in one fell swoop I buy everything. For example, I had a Williams Sonoma gift card burning a hole in my pocket since Christmas, so I went in and bought a cast iron skillet (that for some reason has an incredibly small handle - is that how they all are?), a pie/turnover mold, and two enormous cook books. In case you’re wondering, the gift card was for $50.00. My bill was $140.00. Then I took those bags to the car, because who wants to walk around the mall lugging a 20 pound frying pan and pie mold, and headed back for round two. <br />
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There I hit up The Bay. I love The Bay – they literally have everything you could ever need. I bought a sweater, two pairs of Levi’s jeans (as a side note, I love Levi’s jeans. I’m not embarrassed to admit that I have gone to Mark’s Work Warehouse on more than one occasion to buy a pair), a pair of shoes, one skirt, and a pair of pants for work. The woman at the til was trying to sell me on getting a Bay card, because then I would save 10% on my purchase. I looked her right in the eye, and said, “I’m going to go home, try all of this on, and return half of it. The Bay card won’t be necessary today.” So she asks me the next logical question of, why don’ you try it on right now, to which I don’t even reply, but just look towards the fitting rooms, where at 60 year old sales associate is trying to wrangle a line of about 7 women, each with no less than 275 items in their arms to try on. <br />
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True to form, I did go home, try everything on, and only ended up keeping one pair of jeans and a sweater. I can’t be the only one who does this. When you shop, do you only buy what you went for, or do you get lulled into a fugue state and when you get home have no recollection of buying half the stuff you did? Then I go back to the mall, return everything, and then buy some more, and the vicious cycle continues.Snarky Sisterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03192965233204473984noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965006075198955590.post-67362039301211753922011-09-23T05:55:00.008-06:002011-09-23T05:55:00.340-06:00Friday Five: Favorite Music Right NowThis is definitely not an exhaustive list – if it was Britney Spears and boy bands would be featured heavily. That being said, this is what I’m listening to right now.<br />
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1. Kelly Rowland feat. Big Sean– Lay it on Me<br />
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So much fun! Peppy, catchy, and danceable (while I'm in the car). Plus I love Big Sean. Anyone who can't possibly have more than a 28 inch waist and refers to himself as "Big" is good people in my books. Kelly Rowland is bringing it. Beyonce who? I kid! Love you Bey! Honorable mention to the <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s1XozsBN5Z4&feature=player_detailpage">Motivation</a> remix as well.<br />
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2. Adele – Set Fire to the Rain<br />
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This is my favorite song from her album 21. I love that she can also really sing, and doesn't rely on being so gimmicky like Lady Gaga, who is also a great singer, but she always gets lost behind her "art" and makes people who would otherwise like her, want to punch her. <br />
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3. Rascal Flatts feat. Natasha Bedingfield – Easy<br />
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I know. I like country music. Please don't hold it against me. I'm a lover of almost all types of music, and my curse is that I couldn't carry a tune in a bucket. This song though - it's so good. Rascal Flatts always has good, depressing love/break up songs. I can see why Taylor Swift was drawn to country music - the drama! PS - sorry about the commercial before the video. On the plus side - yay Team Jacob!<br />
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4. The Killers - When We Were Young<br />
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So I know this is an old song, but I love The Killers. Brandon Flowers has a reputation for being kind of a douche, but I think they are awesome. We saw them in concert once and for such a tiny man - seriously, he can't be more than 5'5, he was so charismatic. Loved him. Love the song.<br />
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5. Anything by Eminem. <br />
It’s true. I love him. I always have and always will. I think if he died, I’d actually be sad. Come on, you feel it too, don’t you? Let me remind you.<br />
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So, do you think I have horrible taste in music? What are you listening to right now?Snarky Sisterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03192965233204473984noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965006075198955590.post-33487691149240472552011-09-18T08:00:00.001-06:002011-09-18T08:00:03.263-06:00Snarky Sundays: Mixing Up My OrderJust a quick note to say, how annoying is it when you order take out or go through a drive thru and you open your bag of food, and they messed up your order? I understand that this a white person problem to the nth degree, but it is still very annoying. It happened to us when we ordered Chinese food one night and I thought I was going to cry. I wanted nothing more than to dig into my dumplings and when we opened the bag there was soup in it. Who the hell orders soup to be delivered to their house? Gross.Snarky Sisterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03192965233204473984noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965006075198955590.post-12748399485848960422011-08-31T16:30:00.003-06:002011-08-31T19:44:05.384-06:00Sew CraftyBecause I don’t already have enough useless hobbies that are expensive and require a lot of equipment - baking/photography, I’m looking at you – I decided to add one more to the mix. Sewing! What’s that you say? We aren’t living during the Great Depression and I don’t need to sew my own clothing? Nonsense. I got excited after seeing some patterns on Etsy, and I thought to myself, I can totally do this. Grade 9 Home Economics was only about 15 years ago, and I don’t imagine the actual technology of a sewing machine has changed dramatically in that amount of time, so why not go buy a sewing machine and 3 metres of fabric? Amiright?<br />
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Well. After watching You Tube video, after You Tube video, I still could not, for the life of me get my bobbin (seriously, when is the last time you heard that word) threaded properly. I would make a few stitches and then everything would get all tangled in the needle. SO frustrating. Finally, I realized my problem (I hadn’t locked the bobbin into position, and it kept popping out. That's what she said.) and got started. I cut my pattern for an apron, for when I never do my other hobby, baking. The irony of the situation is not lost on me. So anyways, I’m cutting my fabric, realizing that maybe 3 metres of print fabric isn’t really necessary for one apron, probably just 1 metre would have been enough, but, c’est la vie.<br />
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So I finally got to the ‘meat’ of the project – actual sewing, and I was doing okay, if I do say so myself. My speed could use a little fine tuning and some more consistency, but overall, it was an okay job. I read along the next set of instructions, and it calls for an iron to press the seam down. Is that shit for real?! I said I want to learn to sew, but now they want me to pull out an ironing board on top of everything else? Come on. <br />
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I already had to dismantle the computer that was sitting on the desk to make room for my sewing machine, I had pieces of thread all over our living room floor, not to mention scraps of paper from cutting the pattern and a tomato pin cushion thingy just waiting to be stepped on (I’m not necessarily into the whole ‘clean as you go’ process), and now they want me to pull out an iron and ironing board to add to the chaos? So I can sew an apron, that in reality, I will never wear. Oh hell no. That is where I draw the line in domestic duties. Anything that needs to be ironed is sent to the dry cleaners. I hate it, and if you'll induldge me for a quick side note, I think I know the reason why. <br />
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When I was younger I was running urgently into the family room for some reason, not realizing that my sister had started the ritual of Friday night chores we (mostly she, because she is the oldest) were assigned to with the ironing. I was in such a rush and apparently running at the speed of light that I ran right into the ironing board, clotheslining myself, and knocking the iron, ironing board, and my sisters glass of Orange Tang that she was resting on the ironing board on to the floor. I didn't burn myself, but I was literally clotheslined by an ironing board. <br />
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Since I can’t exactly return the sewing machine, although I am tempted, I’ve decided to reevaluate what my first project should be instead. I’m also thinking that I need to get over the whole ironing thing as I’m sure it will be unavoidable when sewing in general. So, crafty people, what are your ideas for an easy first time project? Currently, I’m thinking of a reusable shopping bag, a) because it seems easy and b) I’m starting to get a little sick of all the judgment when the cashier asks me if I’ve brought my own bags, to which the answer is always, no. Let me know your ideas for an easy project. Projects with a lot of ironing need not apply.<br />
Snarky Sisterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03192965233204473984noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965006075198955590.post-5930843655340250902011-08-28T10:26:00.000-06:002011-08-28T10:26:17.708-06:00Snarky Sunday: Cash or Credit?I don’t know if I’m on my own on this one, but how frustrating is it when you’re in line at the grocery store, and someone pulls out a credit or debit card to pay for milk? Really? You don’t have a five dollar bill laying around somewhere to cover that? You have to hold up the line trying to figure out if the card has a chip reader or just needs to be swiped by the cashier, and oh, you selected the wrong account, and oops, there’s a pin error, and all I want to do is rip out a handful of change, throw it on the counter, and tell the person to scram so I can pay for my groceries in peace. Just me?<br />
Snarky Sisterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03192965233204473984noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965006075198955590.post-52968371057726551692011-08-12T08:40:00.000-06:002011-08-12T08:40:41.364-06:00Friday Five: Fall ResolutionsSo the lazy days of summer are almost over and I need my brain to start picking up the pace in preparation for fall. Here are my top five resolutions for autumn that will hopefully help me stay on top of my life.<br />
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1. Actually do my homework and readings for my courses in a timely manner, instead of my usual cracking the text at the last minute to pull relevant quotes for my 15 page paper. <br />
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2. Cook dinner at home. I’m done with eating out two times a week or ordering pizza. My wallet is especially done with it. <br />
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3. Stay on top of my house. Not that I’m some desperate housewife who has millions of loads of laundry and floors to clean, but just the day to day stuff that gets away from you, you know? A little each day is my new mantra instead of A LOT all day on a Saturday.<br />
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4. Bake! How nice does your house smell when you make apple pie or homemade cookies? I need to get back into that.<br />
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5. Exercise. Especially if I start baking more, I will need to make sure I’m still going for walks or doing yoga to keep my amazing body in shape (snerk). Exercise is always the first thing that gets sacrificed when you’re busy and/or watching a Vampire Diaries marathon to catch up before the new season starts, so I need to definitely make it a priority.<br />
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Enjoy the rest of your summer everyone! Fall is just around the corner…<br />
Snarky Sisterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03192965233204473984noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965006075198955590.post-2700822011436368992011-08-09T13:11:00.000-06:002011-08-09T13:11:17.267-06:00One of My Favorites - Curb Your EnthusiasmSummer television can be kind of a drag – Bachelor Pad 2, Summer Wipeout - I’m looking at you, but for every ten duds, there is one shining ray of light. That shining ray of light is Curb Your Enthusiasm for me. I love the “social assassin” that is Larry David. The writing is so sharp and the storylines always converge in the final act in such a hilarious and yet organic way. The show follows Larry David around and he plays himself (or perhaps an exaggerated version of himself) and is put in everyday situations that he somehow manages to make into a big deal. One episode deals with the “chat and cut” where a woman starts chatting with someone in a buffet line and cuts in front of him. Most of us would just let that slide, but he is a man of principle, and calls her out on it. Hilarity and awkwardness ensues. <br />
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I think I enjoy it so much because he says whatever is on his mind, with no regard for social appropriateness or norms (hence his nickname – “social assassin”). I would never do half the stuff Larry does – I’d probably think about doing it, and once I was removed from the situation would have a list of ten things I should have said at the time it was happening, instead of what I did do, which is likely just smile politely and give them my plate and the last of the roast beef as they cut in front of me in line. But that is neither here nor there. What makes this show so funny is that you get to see what happens when you disregard niceties and tell someone the truth, or call them out on trying to pull a chat and cut on you. It can be awkward, but mostly it’s hilarious. <br />
Snarky Sisterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03192965233204473984noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965006075198955590.post-30435820894780421962011-08-05T08:03:00.001-06:002011-08-05T08:03:00.167-06:00Friday Five: Things I Wish I Knew How to Do1. Any winter sport. I live in Canada, and there is likely snow on the ground eight months out of the year. I’m not saying that I would enjoy being on a ski hill all day, or skating around a pond all afternoon, but I feel like these are skills I should have some mastery of. The hard truth is I have none of either.<br />
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2. Play an instrument. My husband can play the violin. If I knew how to play something, maybe we could start a really crappy band. <br />
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3. Apply make up properly. Seriously – I have no clue how to do anything to make my face look better. I can put on mascara if absolutely required, and lipstick, but really that’s it. Imagine how hot I would be if I knew what the hell foundation was and how to properly apply blush?<br />
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4. Make croissants. Seriously, why is this such a challenge?<br />
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5. Stick with a hobby for more than two months. Especially when they are expensive hobbies like photography.Snarky Sisterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03192965233204473984noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965006075198955590.post-51998935338100545482011-08-03T14:45:00.000-06:002011-08-03T14:45:46.703-06:00The Last Book I ReadI just finished reading the book Six Suspects by Vikas Swarup. I’ve shared my love of books set in the Middle East and India in the past, so I thought it would be a good fit for me. It’s from the guy who wrote Slumdog Millionaire and although I didn’t read that book, I did see the movie which was pretty good so I thought why not. <br />
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As an aside, how much do I love <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0451234/">Irrfan Khan</a>? He played the police inspector in Slumdog Millionaire and he was also a patient on the TV show In Treatment. Have you heard him speak? He has the most hypnotic voice. Love him. Anyways, back to the book.<br />
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So I really liked it. The ending was kind of meh, but the whole 400 pages leading up to it were really good. The book is about a man who murders a girl and then has a party to celebrate his acquittal, as you do when you get away with murder. But, TWIST! He himself is then murdered at the party. <br />
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There are three suspects in his murder. Just kidding. Obviously there are six suspects in his murder. So each chapter is written in the perspective of one of those suspects, and in the end all the stories sort of intertwine. I sort of figured out who the killer was in the third section, (as I’m sure you will too), but it was a fun story anyways. It’s a pretty easy read and the characters are interesting although the one American suspect is really stupid. Like take you out of the story stupid. Either, way, I would recommend it if you are looking to get wrapped up in a fun story.Snarky Sisterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03192965233204473984noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965006075198955590.post-81978617502283223022011-07-31T08:04:00.001-06:002011-07-31T08:04:00.730-06:00Snarky Sunday: Epic FailCan we all make a promise to ourselves to stop using the word epic when the event being described is in fact, not epic? For example: <br />
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<i> I just drove through some epic traffic</i>.<br />
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No, you didn’t. There is nothing epic about standard daily rush hour traffic.<br />
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<i>That party last night was epic!<br />
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</i>- Really? Did they have elephants and tigers walking through the house like in some crazy music video? Did someone die from a drug overdose? No? Then it probably wasn’t epic. Just because the police showed up because your neighbor complained does not make it epic – it makes it a regular party, similar to the one I had at my parents’ house when I was seventeen.<br />
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<i>That movie was epic!<br />
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</i>- Sorry to break it to you, but it probably wasn’t. The only movie that was epic, was probably the first movie ever played in the history of movies. After that, they are kind of all the same. Sure, I love Twilight as much as the next girl (team Jacob!), but I can’t say that it’s an epic movie. (Obviously).<br />
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Missing your stop on the bus because you were texting? Not an epic fail. Forgetting to pick up milk on the way home? Not an epic fail. Forgetting to pick your kid up from the bus stop because you were getting milk? That could potentially be considered an epic fail. <br />
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My point is, stop overstating things people. Unless there was some huge catastrophe, tragedy, or elephants and tigers involved, find a different adjective.Snarky Sisterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03192965233204473984noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965006075198955590.post-78038678951789099742011-07-29T10:02:00.000-06:002011-07-29T10:02:59.715-06:00Friday Five: Things I Didn't Do This Week1. Participate in the Daring Bakers July challenge. I think they may kick me out.<br />
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2. Drink any Diet Coke. I’m on the wagon. Its siren song has been calling out to me every day at 2:00 p.m., and I haven’t answered its call once. I miss it so, so much.<br />
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3. Do laundry. I don’t think I can extend the life of the jeans I’m wearing for much longer. Something must be done. I guess I know what my long weekend plans are.<br />
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4. Talk to my dad at all. He’s on holidays and I haven’t been able to get a hold of him. Actually, now that I think about it, I haven’t talked to him since he left ten days ago. He’s going to kill me.<br />
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5. Did I mention I didn’t drink any Diet Coke?Snarky Sisterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03192965233204473984noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965006075198955590.post-83023371385562475922011-07-24T11:18:00.004-06:002011-07-29T11:10:30.752-06:00Snarky Sunday: Hipster ChicI understand fads and trends and all the rest of that. I don’t wear a paper sack, or designer clothes, but I’m somewhere in the middle I think. I will splurge on some things – a nice purse, maybe a pair of shoes, or a good pair of jeans, but that’s about it. The thing is though, if I buy something nice, it’s going to look like something nice. I don't want to sound like an oldy lady - I'm not, but doesn't anyone care about looking presentable anymore? <br />
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What I don’t understand is people paying top dollar to look like an extra from Saved By the Bell. Oversized dark frame glasses. Check. Oversized t-shirt. Check. Acid wash jeans and/or tights. Check. All of the above are worn in an unironic manner, like it's totally normal to have glasses that are ten sizes too big for your face? Check. What is the point of that? Do they not realize they look really stupid? I get that trends are cyclical but I think some things just should not be recycled. <br />
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What is even worse is all the accessories you need to be a hipster. Let me go and pay thousands of dollars for a restored record player. Or how about lugging around a typewriter instead of a laptop? I just think it’s hilarious that these people (usually twenty somethings – of which I myself am one, but have somehow managed to escape the siren song of Polaroid cameras and fluorescent clothing) are trying so hard to be unique when they look like every other loser at Starbucks. Again, it’s a trend, and I'll admit, some components of it do seem like fun, but for the most part I really hope it passes soon. Like come on! The 80s are over. You were born in the 90s or at the very least only a toddler in the 80s. Claim your own style rather than trying to look like a character from a John Hughes movie (if you even know who that is). Oh. one more thing. If you are over the age of thirty and participating in this trend, then you really need to not do that anymore. When people in their 20s do it, it's annoying. When you do it, it's obnoxious and desperate.Snarky Sisterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03192965233204473984noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965006075198955590.post-4259340766149232652011-07-17T08:00:00.004-06:002011-07-29T11:10:16.516-06:00Snarky Sunday - Pedicures<i>I feel like lately I haven’t been bringing the snark as frequently as I would like. I plan on remedying this with a weekly injection of it, called Snarky Sundays. <br />
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I am not the type of person who wants to spend a day at the spa to relax – that would actually stress me out more than anything. My mind would be racing with all the tasks I’ve neglected because I’m wearing a white robe and trying to avoid athlete’s foot in the lounge area. Seriously I just want you to paint my toenails – why am I undressing?! It just seems like a lot of pomp and circumstance for some nail polish is all I’m saying. I get it – some people like that – more power to you. If you like paying $100.00 for a pedicure just so you can wear a robe and access the bacteria ridden facilities like the hot tub and sauna, then absolutely – knock yourself out. I hope you have a prescription for Cipro on standby. <br />
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Instead, I prefer the bacteria ridden tools of the chop shop nail salon that you can find on the corner of shopping complexes in suburbia. The risk seems worth the reward – a pedi/mani in less than one hour, no obligation to speak to the aesthetician (mainly because nine times out of ten she is ignoring you just as much as you are avoiding conversation with her) and it will only cost you $45.00 (including the tip)! But, all that being said, there is one thing that annoys me about these places.<br />
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I appreciate the trade off – you get what you pay for. I’m totally on board with that. But if I specifically call ahead and make an appointment, and show up to said appointment, and I still have to wait 20 minutes with my feet soaking in a bucket of tepid water before someone comes to help me out, that is where I draw the line. Especially when I see only three employees and ten women at various states of their manicures, nail fills, or pedicures. My dad has a restaurant, I understand that you always make room for one more customer, but he’s not going to make the people that called and made a reservation wait because someone just showed up. I wish they would apply the same practice at nail salons. They totally trap you – the water bath may as well be a cement block because they know, once they have you in the soaker tub, you aren’t going anywhere. And they are totally right – I just wish there was a middle ground salon. Somewhere that is cleaner than the chop shop, but less pretentious than the spa. Or perhaps I should just do my own damn nails. What is your preference?Snarky Sisterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03192965233204473984noreply@blogger.com3