tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58415641246922628022012-01-27T17:03:38.810-05:00killing time in the present tenseDTPfromATLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10246026039315878345noreply@blogger.comBlogger2221100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841564124692262802.post-33217500806024809102012-01-27T17:03:00.001-05:002012-01-27T17:03:38.819-05:00

You know how hard it is to concentrate on an average Friday afternoon. What makes it harder is when there's a Super Bowl party happening right outside your office. If the bass was any louder, my desk would be shaking.

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Please read post number two below, a review of the Wendy's in downtown Indy. Can't make this shit up...

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Our guest room is lovingly called "the dungeon." No light, no sound, no windows. Sleeping in there, you don't know if it's midnight or noon.In an attempt to make it more cheerful, I picked a very bright, bold color (Orange Sherbet). I also hung a false window, complete with curtains.  Ryan thinks it's a bit ridiculous. I think it's imaginative. And aren't those really just two sides of the same

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In Massachusetts, on a cold winter day in 1955, Barbara Ann Bernard married Ralph Angelo Pasquariello.  Theirs is the greatest love story never told—but of course, as their granddaughter, I'm a bit biased. They would be celebrating 57 years of marriage next month if Poppie was alive. Nana is still with us, but these days she doesn't know one month from the next. I miss them both. I was

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The previously unused space beneath our staircase has been reinvented. It's now the Writing Cove, future site of my memoir authorship. You read that correctly, memoir authorship. Feels scary and exhilarating at the same time to actually write that "out loud" and commit to it.  But it's happening, so I might as well blog about it. I've begun what promises to be a long and strenuous and exciting

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Just one more reason to love Jimmy Fallon. 

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Gingerbread creations have become something of a tradition in the Pasquariello household around the holidays. It started a few years ago with your traditional gingerbread house. Then we progressed to a gingerbread manger (including an edible baby Jesus).  This year, we created a gingerbread desert scene, complete with three wise men, four pyramids, and a crash-landed UFO. I thought it was funny

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Folks, it's a frosty -1 degrees with the wind chill. Or is it -1 degree (singular), since there aren't multiple degrees to be found? Regardless, it's freaking cold. And this is our street right now, covered in a fine layer of white. The internet here at our house has been touch-and-go since mid December, hence why my 12 Days of Christmas series ended almost before it began. Oh well. It's fixed

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12 Days of Christmas, 12 Days of Gratitude starts now. The past 12 years have been very kind to me. I've... Gotten my drivers license  Had my first kiss Graduated high school  Rocked out at some kickass concerts Learned a lot from a few bad relationships Made it through college with a little help from my fabulous friends Traveled to 2 new continents Made my way through 3 jobs at 3 great

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Difficult to pick favorites with so many lovely photos to choose from, but here are 40 of the top shots. Thanks to Ali Harper for her photography skills — and of course, huge thanks to our family and friends for being such a wonderful, warm, loving and lively crowd! You'll have to forgive the formatting here, since none of the photos want to line-up. For the full library, venture on over here.

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Earlier today I about had a meltdown in the middle of Pottery Barn when I found out half the things we'd put on our wedding registry were no longer available, including the plates that we already own half a set of.I could feel myself turning red and I was swearing like a sailor, barely under my breath. Ryan had every reason to walk away and let me throw a temper tantrum on my own. But he didn't.

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Starting a new job is an awful lot like trying to eat an ice cream cone on a warm Fall day. When you're first handed the cone, you're trying to pay, and get napkins, and keep it upright all at once. Then you're frantically licking to keep it from melting all over the place, or to keep it from rolling off.You're so focused on controlling the cone that it's hard to just enjoy the ice cream. You

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When we got engaged last August, I had no interest in taking engagement photos. But then, a few weeks ago, I changed my mind. The state fair had come to town, and there are few things in life I love more than fairs — the fried dough, the corndogs, the candy apples, the lights, and especially the people-watching. Thinking back to last summer, I had this vivid memory of being at the fair with Ryan

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Here's a splash of color for your weekend. Standing on the sidelines of the Indy Pride Parade, I felt a bit like Sarah Jessica Parker in Family Stone, fighting back the urge to shout, "I LOVE THE GAYS!" I felt, well, proud... of people for being who they are; for not making excuses; for not being afraid. I just wanted to hug everyone. Now if that doesn't make me sound like a raging hippie,

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33 more days of being engaged. The past year has been full of planning and plotting, decisions and indecision. People told me weddings were a lot of work. They weren't lying. We had plenty of stupid arguments about boutonnieres, and the pros and cons of buffet vs. plated dinners. But when we sat down tonight at dinner to go over our vows, we agreed. No fussing, no fighting. We knew what we

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How have I never heard of a Brazilian Butt Lift before?Thankfully this coupon came in the mail yesterday. I must be on the "females with flat butts in Indianapolis" mailing list. Now I can quit doing lunges and squats at the gym and just get my own fat re-injected into my rear. Fabulous. That's not gross at all.

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That's a direct quote heard over the loudspeaker at the Italian Street Festival a few weeks back. While I applaud the efforts and enthusiasm of the Italian Heritage Society, the Italian neighborhood in Indy just doesn't compare with the Little Italy of Boston or New York. I can forgive subpar gravy. I can forgive mediocre meatballs. But I cannot forgive frozen cannoli. There's no excuse for that

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The chipmunks had to be stopped. They were cute last year, bounding across the backyard, popping their furry little faces up out of the grass.Then, they dug a tunnel into the garage, churning up a pile of dirt so high it covered the lawn mower gas cans. Then, they developed a massive subterranean labyrinth through our yard. They dug through my bell pepper plant, unearthing it entirely. Then they

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Sometimes when Wednesday night English class ends early, we play Simon Says.It's a little different than American kids game, because Simon (me) doesn't actually "touch" anything. Instead I say things like "Simon says touch your ears," and then the students try to remember what "ears" means.Back in April (yes, that was forever ago, and yes, I have a backlog of blogs to write)... anyway, back in

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I win the Friday night battle of the remote, and he's out cold in 90 seconds. Apparently the only thing that wears Ryan out more than talking about his own wedding is talking about the royal wedding. Sweet dreams, prince.

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At a crowded Indianapolis sushi bar, at 10:00 on Friday night...Very chatty and sweaty 35-year-old man: "Everyone! I have something personal to share! I've been doing coke since 2 p.m."

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Since September, I've spent Wednesday nights teaching English to a small group of refugee students. Most of my students are from Thailand and Burma, and range from 20 to 70 years old.To be honest, after working an 8-hour day, sometimes the last thing I feel like doing is teaching a 2-hour English class. But many times it's the best 2 hours of my work week.My students live in small apartments with

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• 12 hours of sleep• Fleece bathrobe with teddy bears in argyle sweaters• Random visor that Ryan plopped on my head (probably to tame the mane)• ATL coffee mug the size of my head

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The space above our fireplace was a blank slate for about a year and a half. Just a lonely hook over the mantle, waiting for a painting.And then we found a painting that was worth waiting for — one that Ryan's grandfather painted years ago. He used to paint quite a lot, but doesn't do it much anymore (too bad for me, because I wanted to commission a few more). We think this one is of the South

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It's free and pre-sliced. And if you don't take it home, they're just going to throw it away. Sounds like the perfect French Toast to me.

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Dis-is-what? Indiana's oldest bar (The Slippery Noodle Inn) and Indiana's oldest tradition (basketball).According to Wikipedia, the Inn served as a stop on the Underground Railroad during the American Civil War. During prohibition it was called a restaurant, although beer was still being made in the basement, and later it housed a brothel until 1953.Cool place. Bad food. But at least we had a

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There are certain inanimate objects that I can't help but feel sorry for. Like day-old pastries, forgotten photos in estate sales... and single toothbrushes.Growing up, I shared a bathroom with my brothers. There were always three toothbrushes sitting by the sink, huddled together, I remember, like a bristled little family.One time, after spending a weekend at my then-single Aunt Pam's condo, I

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This was last Wednesday... unfortunately, the driveway doesn't look much different now. And yes, I almost fell twice in the process of filming this.

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Wowza, this was the most drawn-out room makeover in history. It started back in November 2009 when we bought a new bed. Then it was winter, and I discovered the necessity of a down comforter.When it got warm again, we replaced the heinous fan. (I hate to take apart something that functions just fine... but brass and wood-paneled paddles... gag).Somewhere midway through Summer 2010, on a

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I've finally discover Indy's Achilles heel... ICE. We were housebound today as the city slept under 1+ inches of it.

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One premature turn this evening landed me in front of these tracks, red light blinking like Rudolph's nose through the snow, but no train in sight.I stopped and waited. Then the train came clacking along... and along... and along. Long enough for me to pause, take a photo, a few deep breaths, and to remember the few beautiful little things I can appreciate about winter in Indiana.Zero Holding, by

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60 days ago — the last time I bothered to blog — it was August 20. Sunny, high of 95. A regular Friday.I go to work, eat lunch, drive home, pack a suitcase. Put the suitcase in Ryan's 4Runner and we head north to Chi City, listening to Kanye's Graduation album on repeat (Chi City, Chi City, do you think about me now and then, do you think about me now and then, cuz I'm coming home again.)"I was

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"Freedom lies in being bold." –Robert Frost

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One corn dog, with ketchup and mustard. One ear of corn, drenched in butter.One donut burger (a beef patty in between two Krispy Kremes).One ride on the Sizzler. Three deep-fried Oreos. Thank you, Indiana State Fair.

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A long time ago, in a far away land called Boston, I was hypnotized by the beautiful chiming of my grandmother's grandmother clock (smaller than a grandfather).Nana always told me that when she passed away, this clock would be mine. She's still with us, technically, but her mind has left. The phone number to her nursing home is written on a post-it note by my desk. I look at it often; feel guilty

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Waffle House waitress in Nashville, Tennessee:"Don't make me give ya the Heineken maneuver."

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[before] [after]

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These days, Mom and I talk almost every morning on my way to work. Some mornings just to complain, some mornings just to say I love you, some mornings (like this morning) to make fun of celebrities.Me: Did you hear this about Chelsea Clinton spending 90 thousand dollars for bathrooms at her wedding? 90 THOUSAND dollars for fancy port-o-potties.Mom: That's a lot of money to flush down the

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If you need a good, easy dessert recipe, this is my new favorite. Made it for Ryan's birthday and he was a big fan. Peanut Butter + Chocolate Pie 1 1/3 cups semi-sweet chocolate (chips or kisses or baking pieces) 2 tablespoons milk 1 package crumb crust (6 oz) 1 package (8 oz) cream cheese, softened 3/4 cup sugar 1 cup creamy peanut butter (recipe calls for Reese's brand but I used Jiff) 3 1/2

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Ryan's on vacation in Hilton Head, so my self-imposed weekend challenge was to be the man of the house. This consisted of:1. Mowing the yard2. Fixing the storm door3. Investigating the ceiling leak in the basement...all without the aid of Boyfriend, Dad or Brothers.Part 1. After successfully mowing the backyard, I get a little cocky. That was so easy it was actually fun! Then I maneuver to the

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Dear Harper Blynn, Thanks for playing your little hearts out at Radio Radio on Wednesday. Y'all played a fierce opening act and the Tears for Fears/Everybody Wants to Rule the World cover was perfect. Rock on.Dear Cary Brothers (first name Cary, last name Brothers),I'm sure you get this all the time, but you are like some delicious hybrid of George Clooney and Russell Crowe — younger, though,

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Everything you need to know about Aria Resort & Casino can be summed up in three words: heated. toilet. seats.It was that kind of place. When I woke up the first morning (to the soft clicking sound of the curtains automatically opening at 9:45 am, just as programmed) I had to pinch myself. This was the view from our room.Ah, Vegas, City of Perpetual Overindulgence. We ate at one buffet a day, and

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"Four hoarse blasts of a ship's whistle still raise the hair on my neck and set my feet to tapping. The sound of a jet, an engine warming up, even the clopping of shod hooves on pavement bring on the ancient shudder, the dry mouth and vacant eye, the hot palms and the churn of stomach high up under the rib cage. In other words, I don't improve; in further words, once a bum always a bum. I fear

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I sit down to do a little work. I plan on catching up on emails, writing a few belated thank you cards, paying late bills. One stray thought derails that: Where was I one year ago? What was I doing, what was I hoping for, what was I afraid of?I was searching for a vintage suitcase. I was mapping our road trip route. I was packing and repacking. I was sweating profusely in a tent. I was worrying

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You want me to "Like" your funeral home on Facebook?Inappropriate.

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Tuesday: Casually observe triathlon flier at the gymWednesday: Wake up and decide to register before I've even had my coffeeSaturday: Buy goggles and a swim cap, which fits my head like a condom fits a basketballSunday: Buy a bike. Begin biking. Begin swimming.Monday: Begin questioning triathlon capabilities. Begin thinking this is one impulse I should have fought. 60 days and counting.

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"Open up your mind and then open up your heartAnd you will see that you and me aren't very far apartCause I believeeeeeeThat love is the answerI believeeeeeeeeeThat love will find a way"Are you having flashbacks from 1995? I was last night, when Blessid Union of Souls played at the Rathskeller Biergarten. This was my favorite song way back then when I looked like this, and the band looked like

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Yard work seems to be contagious. Last Monday, my Dad and I planted a little garden in the backyard. It was about 50 degrees and rainy; it was also my 26th birthday, and for some strange reason I had the song "Peggy Sue" by Buddy Holly stuck in my head all day. I wore my mud boots and Dad wore this ridiculous getup: Lowe's bags tied around his ankles, and a garbage-bag-diaper-shorts-protector.(

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The whole family arrived yesterday evening. After eight long hours of driving, Dad was the first one asleep last night, and the first one awake this morning. And because he can't sit still for even 10 minutes, here's how he is passing the time...

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I found this little lady at the Downtown Antique Mall for—you guessed—five bucks. First saw her in a cobwebbed corner back in October, but since we were in the middle of moving from apartment to house, I decided I didn't need one more thing to pack. Months later, as I was pondering what to hang in our bathroom, this came to mind. Lucky for me (and unlucky for Ryan, whose only comment was, "it's

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...is the number of mosquito bites I endured while trying to read in my backyard; also the number of months I've resided in Indiana; and the number of days until Mom, Dad and both brothers drive up for a visit; and the number of days it's been since I shaved my legs... OK, it's only been two but it sure looks like nine.(Such a lackluster post, but I needed something to freshen up my stale little

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Dear AP Reporter,Anyone reading this article can see that the man is "toothless." I find the headline to be unnecessary and mean. Let the man have his 15 minutes or seconds in the spotlight without degrading him. Plus, Mr. Powerball Winner now has enough cash to hire really good lawyers and sue you for libel, if he was so inclined.P.S. If you're thinking I'm a little regretful that I didn't buy a

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My dad reminds me (every year around this time) that "Buona Pasqua" means "Happy Easter" in Italian, and that "Pasquariello" means "Little Easter."Although Ryan and I didn't make it home for the holiday, we found little ways to make Easter our own. The day in photos...[Captions: an Easter "basket" — which was really a mixing bowl; Belgian waffle breakfast; a few chocolate eggs Ryan arranged for

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You know that exchange when someone says, "God! this smells awful — smell it!" And then you feel compelled to smell it, not because you'll enjoy it but just because you have to know for yourself, just how bad is it?Well, I imagine that's what everyone in Winchester, Indiana is thinking:Giant Gas Bubbles in Indiana Dairy Farm's Waste Pond Frighten Neighbors

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The best five minutes of my morning commute: the Writer's Almanac on NPR. It usually airs between 9:05 and 9:10, when I'm usually driving into work (late, because I have an abusive relationship with my snooze button).Garrison Keillor has a voice so regal, I'm convinced he could read the ingredients off the side of a Cheez-It box aloud and they'd sound like priceless verse.I love this poem from

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Our breakfast nook, more commonly called "the red room," has finally been furnished. I found the table online for $130. The chairs were donated from my parents (they were a light pine color, and I painted them black). Ryan put my old TV up in the corner. And the Varsity photo was a gift from my brother Trey.

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My first March in Indiana, and the first sign of spring has appeared alongside the driveway. Visible proof of change.Then there’s invisible change — the kind that’s harder to understand, to accept, to process. Change that I’ve been ignoring since August — which is the simple fact that this is my new “home.”All winter, I’ve been busy trying to ignore that fact. Busy pretending that I’m living some

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Just like that, it’s already March. I managed to make it through all of February with one measly post. Pathetic, even for the shortest of months.I’d planned to write about house projects. I’d planned to write about the awesome tagalong-dingdong cupcakes I made for my valentine. I’d planned to write about our daycations to French Lick, Indiana, and San Diego. I’d planned to finish writing a

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In Austin last July, I bought a few vintage photos from a dusty antique shop. And so began my collection. Intending to use them for greeting cards, I looked for photos that lent themselves to different occasions — birthdays, thank yous, etc.But the most intriguing old photos, I'm finding, are the ones with messages scrawled on their backs. Like the one below, each one holds some secret. And I

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I've stolen this title directly from Strunk's "Elements of Style" (or, "the writer's bible" as my high school English teacher called it). Thumbing through the other day, I saw this passage and felt a pang in my chest.The volume of writing is enormous, these days, and much of it has a sort of windiness about it, almost as though the author were in a state of euphoria."Spontaneous me," sang Whitman

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...am I a bad person if I change the channel every time they start talking about health care reform...?...where do homeless people go to the bathroom? not number one, but number two...?...if I die young, how will anyone know what quote I want written on my headstone... especially because I change my mind about this like every week...?...why do I even bother with facebook when half the stuff

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At least twice a week, Ryan and I have the following exchange:Me: Do you think I'm crazy?Ryan: Yes.This follows all kinds of conversations — like after I suggest we move to Puerto Rico to be mango pickers so we can enjoy the warm weather, work outdoors, be perpetually tanned, muscular, and relaxed. And I don't even like mangoes. You get the picture.Most recently, this exchange was in response to

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Radio DJ: Hello, Felix — you say you're asexual, you're not attracted to anyone?Felix: Yes.DJ: So, you've never been attracted to anyone?Felix: Well, when I was younger I was, just to fit in.DJ: OK, well I'm out of time. Goodnight everyone, I'll be back tomorrow, blah blah...Song starts playing....Really? You're just going to leave it at that? I don't want to listen to music anymore. I want to

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Snow today. Lots of it, at least by my standards. But not enough to cancel school, therefore, not enough for me to stay off the road. So the little two-wheel drive Volvo fishtailed its way around every corner of the morning commute, clearly freaking out as much as its driver.But the real fun arrived on my way home from work. That's when I got stuck — in my own driveway, at bottom of the smallest

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I'm slowly realizing that, sometimes, the things missing from my Christmas list are the things a person would rationally and objectively think I could use the most. Things like my coffee maker, which was purchased seven years ago for about 15 dollars. It never fails to let half the grinds pass into the pot and it leaks more often than it doesn't. And I don't know if it's because I'm stubborn, or

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Oh, what I would give to have a voice like Judy Garland...

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My favorite way to spend a December Friday night...fire in the fireplace, hot toddies, The Family Stone, curled up with this guy next to the Christmas tree. And a little bit of snow in the morning.

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inside of CVS...55-year-old woman in sweatpants: "Have you seen a guy with one arm in here today?"Cashier: "A guy with one arm?"Woman: "Yeah."Cashier: "Nope, not today. Usually see him most days. Not today though."Woman: "OK, thanks. Bye."

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I'm reading Anne Frank's Diary of a Young Girl for the first time. May seem like a strange pick for the holiday season, but it's a wonderful reminder to not take a single thing for granted. In the face of such terror and harsh living conditions, listening to bombs dropping night after night, eating boiled rotten cabbage for weeks on end, and after 22 months of confinement, Anne still manages such

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I love love love our fireplace, but I'm getting a bit tired of the empty wall above it. Any suggestions? Favorite painters, photographers, or other creative ideas?

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Inspired in part by Dawn's lovely handiwork, in part by the beautiful crafty things in Midwest Living, and in part by the beloved Design*Sponge, I decided to create a centerpiece for family holiday dinners back in Georgia. I needed something affordable, easily transportable, and flexible enough to work for both for Thanksgiving and Christmas dinners. Here's what I ended up with...Supplies only

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Back in sunny September it seemed like a good idea to unpack a box, and then chuck it in the garage.Yesterday morning, after scraping frost off of my car for eight minutes, it didn't seem like such a good idea. I couldn't feel my hands. It was 22 degrees. Sadly, by Indiana standards, that isn't even cold. And since I'll be happily rejoining the workforce starting Monday — after a five month "

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By popular demand, here are a few house photos (if three requests qualifies as "popular demand"). We moved in about two months ago. Still have a laundry-list of things to fix, buy, hang, paint, etc. — but as Ryan says, "that's what the winter is for."

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A good book. A warm bed. A strong cup of coffee. A clear sunny morning.Wonderful reminders that I have all I need, and I want for nothing."I have always been delighted at the prospect of a new day, a fresh try, one more start, with perhaps a bit of magic waiting somewhere behind the morning." -J.B. Priestly

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I didn't know this could happen, but something has been eating our pumpkin.I have a sneaking suspicion that it is Chunk, the big squirrel previously blogged about. I named him Chunk.That's right, he's named after the Goonies kid. See the resemblance?

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Let's state the obvious: 1) I love Third Eye Blind2) I have a crush on lead singer Stephan Jenkins3) This post will be dramatic (I couldn't write it any other way) and probably appreciated only by fellow Third Eye Blind fans"The First Encounter"Jacksonville, FL 3/28/09Raining, warm, muggy — the way it can only feel in Florida in the springtime. It was after 11pm. I ran down the sidewalk,

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I have a confession to make. I've been baking compulsively since I moved to Indiana.Muffins, Cookies, Breads, Brownies. I didn't know what my problem was. And then Laura said something which made a whole lot of sense.First you must know that what Laura and I have in common, other than being natives of Campton, NH, is that we've both had a lot of free time on our hands (for vastly different

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You know what I really LOVE? When two things that I love individually collide in a perfect union.Thing 1: Friday Night LightsThing 2: Greg Laswell's musicAs a long-time fan of both, I find the combination utterly hypnotic. Season four of FNL starts tomorrow! Oh, and P.S. check out my future boyfriend at the seven second mark.

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Right now I can't get enough of the trees around our neighborhood. I find any excuse I can to walk (or drive) around and gawk. Love the fall.On a bizarre related note, I got a notice in the mail a few days ago that read:"Each household is permitted to place up to 40 bags of leaves weekly for disposal."Naturally, I'm wondering A) who has enough leaves to fill 40 bags each week? and B) can you

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Here it is! Our cozy little 1939 abode. Interior photos will come at a later date, when we swap cardboard boxes for actual furniture.

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Yes, it is as hard as it sounds. But it's possible. With an extra set of hands (thank you Danna) it only took about two and a half hours. Now I know why sushi costs so much at restaurants.It was pretty excellent, but — full disclosure — this was the aftermath. Worth it.

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This will be one of those entries where, in the beginning, I intend to make one concise point. But then, as one idea bounces to another, it will surely meander along, making murky thought-puddles instead of points. So, you've been warned.This is what my house looks like now. While I try to be patient and accept that it's all "part of the process" as Ryan so kindly reminds me, it's driving me a

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While I was still sleeping this morning (in our makeshift basement bedroom/cave, avoiding the mountains of unpacked boxes looming upstairs), my dad emailed this photo...Sunrise over Atlanta, from 375 feet up in the Bank of America building. And I'm reminded that my mountains of boxes are more like molehills.It's a great big beautiful world, isn't it?

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I found both of these gems this afternoon, while searching for positions in the "advertising/marketing" field. Not sure how they ended up there, but the trend I'm smelling is that the worst jobs are the most highly publicized. So, friends, let's take a vote...Potential Job #1Potential Job #2Major liquor brand is looking for FEMALE brand ambassadors in the Indianapolis area!!!! Candidates

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And now, back to your regularly scheduled Road Trip Recap.I'm sorry to say that Roswell, NM does not warrant its own blog post. Given the chance to do it again, I would bypass the town and head for Carlsbad Caverns or White Sands Monument. But instead, we had the privilege of camping at Bottomless Lakes State Park, which they should consider renaming "Endless Mosquito Bites State Park," or "Deer

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After living out of a suitcase for four weeks, I've graduated to living out of boxes. I have my clothes, a nightstand, a dresser, a filing cabinet and my computer. It feels a bit Spartan. I think I could get used to it.I've confiscated this sunny nook in Ryan's apartment (technically "our" apartment but it still feels like "his"), where I set up a small workspace overlooking Meridian Street.

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Thanks for the oh-so-subtle reminder...This is my current view from Starbucks, across the street from the new digs, where I just laid down four precious dollars for two measly hours of internet. Whatever, I'll mark it down on my budget spreadsheet as "research."Things are good so far... I've unpacked a few boxes at the apartment. Still feels like I'm just visiting for the weekend though, and I'm

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Austin, Texas. Nice place to visit, bad place to camp in July. When it's still 90 degrees at midnight, the last thing you want to do is look at a sleeping bag, let alone curl up in one. But the highlights of our short stay were worth the sweat and tears.Highlight #1: Greg Laswell at Stubb'sStubb's is famous first for their BBQ and second for their concerts. Or maybe the other way around. After

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Above all else, go to New Orleans for the food and you won't regret it. Muffaletta sandwiches, Jambalaya, Cafe du Monde beignets and coffee.... I'm not ashamed to say I ate my way through the French Quarter.Beyond that, it's a beautiful old city. Perhaps the American version of Venice: awesome and historic, yet sinking and smelly. And haunted. But unfortunately, the scariest part of our ghost

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First of all, I can't tell you how nice it is to have access to a clean toilet 24 hours a day. In the past month of traveling, I have experienced the most revolting public restrooms in all of America. And what's worse than a nasty bathroom, is no bathroom... for miles and miles and miles. It's enough to make you dehydrated as hell.But, believe it or not, I have more exciting things to write about

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...and so much to say! Alas — here are two quick shots from the Grand Canyon North Rim. Will hopefully have internet in LA (we'll be getting there on Friday) and can catch up a bit. Miss you all, xoxo.

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All packed and ready to go. Not much room to spare. I could write so much more about the insanity of today (how my family freaked out at the 11th hour, thinking we needed to rent a car, trying to find a rental SUV on a holiday, almost taking MARTA to the airport in search of one, etc.) but it's late. We're leaving in 8 hours. I'm going to bed. Happy 4th of July! Catch you on the flip side.

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After searching high and low, through the back alleys of eBay and the dusty corners of overpriced antique shops, I found this beauty today at Value Village.Mom's best guess is it's from the late 60's or early 70's, and it's in pretty great shape (after I attacked it with OxiClean). The greatest part: it only cost me two bucks.My plan is to get a bumper sticker from each city we stop in, and stick

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I realize that 98% of the people who read this won't care, but the new 3eb album drops August 18 and I CAN'T WAIT THAT LONG. Stephan Jenkins, if you somehow stumble upon this page and are feeling friendly, please mail me an advanced copy. Thanks.

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In researching things to do out west, I found this video of cliff-jumping at Zion National Park (Utah). I'd love to say that I would do this, but in reality I think I'd be a big fat chicken.

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From across the house, my brother Trey talking to his friend:"What's going on? Who's Jon and Kate, and why is everyone talking about them separating?"

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The upside of putting my life into boxes: finding new ways to organize. Two new things on my dresser...1) A simple homemade earring holder. Had the chicken wire, had the white paint ("had" meaning they came from my Dad's workshop, which is a bit like Santa's, only more sawdust). Bought the wooden framing pieces. Total cost: $12) A very cool piece of pottery from Allison, made by her mom, which

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