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Wanna get your holiday craft on? It may seem kinda late in the season to just be getting started (ahem, me) but there’s always room for a quick little, Martha Stewart-esque craft project. This one, from Wit & Whistle, is at the top of my “have to try” list! It’s inexpensive (I’d get the mugs at Goodwill instead of buying retail), quick, and super easy! It would even make a great winter afternoon with the girls type of project. With wine, of course. Always wine…
HELLOOOO from Thailand!
I know I didn’t talk much about this trip before. But here I am, blogging from Phuket, Thailand. We arrived Sunday afternoon, following a ridiculous number of hours on a plane. Our first flight out of San Diego was cancelled causing us to have to fly east in order to west, adding an extra 4 hours of flight time to get to Bangkok. When we finally arrived in Bangkok we had only enough time to get some sleep and go back to the airport, unable to do any exploring at all.
The first day we were lazy around the resort (which is waaaaay nicer than where we typically stay), getting the lay of the land and feeling drunk with jet lag. Although we also drank too much so that could also be why we felt drunk. But jet lag is definitley a contributing factor. I think I was struggling to stay awake during dinner at only 7 pm.
Yesterday we took a day trip out to Racha Yai island to do some snorkeling, swimming and sunbathing. Here are some things we did and observations i made throughout the day:
The Thai people are lovely, full of smiles and aim to please.
While lovely, the Thai are also reallllly working the tourists for money.
I found many more people from areas of Europe and Australia than America. We ate lunch with a couple, one of whom was Thai, the other aussie who were visiting from Melbourne.
I learned the Thai word for pumpkin is ‘fuck’ and the Thai word for pepper is ‘prik’.
After a very bumpy speedboat ride, I gave new meaning to the term ‘nappy-head’.
I saw a man with a mole on his face that had not ont but 2 VERY long hairs (like 3 inches long) growling out of it and couldn’t comprehend why on earth he wouldn’t pluck them.
We are fried chicken for breakfast yesterday from a street vendor. It may have been the best chicken EVER.
More to come, I am blogging from my new kindle fire and it BLOWS. Not the kindle itself but wordpress on it sucks. Promise a full update when we return next week!! Sorry to cut it short but I might break something if I have to hit delete on more time…
This week’s recipe comes just in time for Thanksgiving preparations! But let’s take a step back before we get to it, shall we? Can someone please tell me how the hell it’s November already? I mean seriously, WTF?
OK, back to our regularly scheduled programming…
I say it every year, and I’ll say it again: I don’t like pumpkin pie. Call me crazy, but I think it’s something about the texture that creeps me out. I can tolerate it similar to pancakes – I’m good for one or two bites and that’s it. Any more than that and it starts to taste bad. What’s even more crazy, is that I do actually really enjoy the flavor of pumpkin. Pumpkin bread, or better yet – a pumpkin spice latte? Fuck. Yeah. But pumpkin pie? Nuh uh.
However, this pumpkin cake, slathered in all kinds of whipped goodness; yes, please.
Halloween is right around the corner, which, for you breeders, means it’s all about kids. I’m a kid on the inside and while I don’t still go trick-or-treat’ing, I do love me a good costume opportunity. I also eat all the candy I buy for the trick-or-treaters but that’s beside the point. This year the one thing I am really looking forward to is torturing my dog with his very own Halloween costume. He has put me through enough shit in the last year and you know what they say about payback. It’s a bitch.
Here are some options I’m considering. I could make it a family affair and go with the themed costumes, the bacon and egg I already have. This would allow me to call my dog Little Chef just like in Ratatouille.
I don’t have nearly enough friends for this idea but I think it would be super cute to go as Shark Week. And super easy! And the hammerhead shark is cute too!
The rest of these are so much on the theme but they are adorable and made me laugh. I know my dog would try to eat just about anything I put him in so I don’t really want to spend a bunch of money on something that is only going to last 10 minutes, but the idea is cute anyway.
The arms on this one made me literally laugh out loud!
You can never go wrong with the headless horseman!
Perhaps if he were a leprechaun, it would bring me some good luck!
Or maybe he should just show his true colors and be what he really is. Damien.
I would like to drown myself in these over this lovely holiday weekend. It’s red, so I would be patriotic. I’m even giving it to you a day early so you can be prepared. You’re welcome.
Chocolate bunny brains to be exact! Put a new spin on Easter this year with a non-traditional chocolate zombie bunny. Save the world and bite his head off before he gets you!
Holy hell am I slacking on Christmas spirit this year. We have a few lights up outside but inside – NOTHING. Not only have we not put up our tree yet, I’m pretty sure the mister agreed not to put it up AT ALL. What’s the point really? Christmas is 3 days away and then we’ll have to take it down. Can you say Bah-Humbug? And holiday cards to friends and loved ones? Yeah, what are those?
Wow. I think I’ve a new all time low this year.
via Swag Like Me
One one hand I like to give a friendly bird to the holidays and just be done with it. On the other, I’d like to move in slow motion so I could actually enjoy some of it. But since neither of these will actually happen, perhaps some helpful tips to get us all through to January are in order.
- Avoid carrot sticks. Anyone who puts carrots on a holiday buffet table knows nothing of the Holiday spirit. In fact, if you see carrots, leave immediately. Go next door, where they’re serving rum balls.
- Drink as much eggnog as you can. And quickly. It’s rare. You cannot find it any other time of year but now. So drink up! Who cares that it has 10,000 calories in every sip? It’s not as if you’re going to turn into an eggnog-alcoholic or something. It’s a treat. Enjoy it. Have one for me. Have two. It’s later than you think. It’s Christmas!
- If something comes with gravy, use it. That’s the whole point of gravy. Gravy does not stand alone. Pour it on. Make a volcano out of your mashed potatoes. Fill it with gravy. Eat the volcano. Repeat.
- As for mashed potatoes, always ask if they’re made with skim milk or whole milk. If it’s skim, pass. Why bother? It’s like buying a sports car with an automatic transmission.
- Do not have a snack before going to a party in an effort to control your eating. The whole point of going to a Holiday party is to eat other people’s food for free. Lots of it. Hello?
- Under no circumstances should you exercise between now and New Year’s. You can do that in January when you have nothing else to do. This is the time for long naps, which you’ll need after circling the buffet table while carrying a 10-pound plate of food and that vat of eggnog.
- If you come across something really good at a buffet table, like frosted Christmas cookies in the shape and size of Santa, position yourself near them and don’t budge. Have as many as you can before becoming the center of attention. They’re like a beautiful pair of shoes. If you leave them behind, you’re never going to see them again.
- Same for pies. Apple, pumpkin, mincemeat. Have a slice of each. Or if you don’t like mincemeat, have two apples and one pumpkin. Always have three. When else do you get to have more than one dessert? Labor Day?
- Did someone mention fruitcake? Granted, it’s loaded with the mandatory celebratory calories, but avoid it at all cost. I mean, have some standards.
- One final tip: If you don’t feel terrible when you leave the party or get up from the table, you haven’t been paying attention. Re-read tips; start over, but hurry. January is just around the corner.
This is the motto we should strive to live by: Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, chocolate and wine in hand, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out, screaming a few “WOO HOOs” along the way!
That’s short for Pets Who Want to Kill Themselves. I’m not really sure that it needs description other than hahahahahahahhaha!
