My B-day 4Rizzle

"Welcome to New York. Walk with me as I show you how we celebrated my birthday."

"I think the majority of our money was spent at Zabar's (my favorite specialty grocery store.)
After some artichoke dumplings and chocolate crossiants, we headed back out onto the streets."

"We meet some interesting people along the way. No words we spoken between this woman and us, but we knew she wanted to be part of our world. Who wouldn't? For heaven sakes, I am married to mr. GQ here."

"Well, sometimes he's GQ. Other times he is . . . different."

"On our way to see wicked!! Trying to make up for last picture. Hm."

"Da, da, da, dah! Love, laughter, evilness . . .and WICKED!!"

"Mr. GQ enjoying Halloween Night in NYC. Not a safe scene."

"My birthday month has finally approached. I welcome it with open arms."

" And then try to seduce the month into my full power."

"But then mr. GQ jumps in the shot and total 'out seduces me'." JERK

"Another brilliant move by Mr. GQ."

MR. GQ

A New Thanksgiving

NYC

BOSTON

FRED

Bean

What this weekend has to offer me.

Yahoo!!

The markets and events in DC are very fun, but what is funner (yes that is a word, check my personal dictionary) is that I am going to Wicked Halloween night. We will be dressing up (pictures to come). I am only going because:
1) My husband loves me.
2) We are celebrating a year older.

Personal Dictionary

Funner (fun {r}) A greater amount of fun than the normal amount.

Icckykappo (Iccky [c] a pooo) Gross poo

These are both real words.

I deserve It

Before I explain what I deserve and why, I just want to update you all that I found out my boss was married to a prince from Saudi Arabia or some place like that. She is strange and not into Americans. I respect that.


I just decided that I deserve 1,000,000 dollars. And I have good reasoning, also.

1. I would give at least 40,000 to various charities.

2. I would buy all those I love an I-phone or something sweet like that.

3. I would still clean my own room and not hire a maid (but I would probably buy the softer toilet paper, that stuff is nice.)

4. I would give nicer gifts at Christmas time.

5. I would travel the world and give out free tooth brushes to the homeless people I see-that is not something you see everyday.

6. I would fly my family (including myself of course) to hang out with the cast of glee and probably be on the show because two amazing things in the same room can only make the world more amazing, Thanks to me!

7. I would get personalized singing lessons. Then when I was amazing I would put on 1/2 priced concerts. Once again saving others money.

8. Probably start a clothing line and NOT hire Irina from Project Runway because frankly I don't like her. I would probably hire someone else like . . . well someone who is nice and makes me cute dresses. This would help others be more fashionable for a fantastic price!

9. I would not spoil my future children and they would still have to do their chores. Especially the dishes I can't stand doing the dishes! Ug.

10. I would occasionally and probably very rarely drop ten dollar bills on the cement. Everyone loves finding money on the streets.

See, It makes perfect sense why I should be awarded a million dollars. Something I see people wasting everyday buying useless things like soap and I would use the money so much better than them!

My Life

One of my three jobs out here in DC is an acupuncturist's assistant. No I don't help her poke people (lets just clear that up right now.) This is my boss Tracy Hackett. She looks like a normal ordinary person, right?

WRONG!! This lady had the craziest stories ever. Every time I work for her I am filled with romantic tales about her lover in Egypt, or the man whom she broke his heart or else he would have been disowned from his family ( this all happened when she was living back in his home country in some where like Saudi Arabia.) Or how about the story of how her boyfriend Skip from Florida was jealous of her previous love with this Arabian man and so he joined her on her next travel to the Arabian land only to stop her from seeing her old lover. I know it is all very complicated and quite hard to explain. Actually it is quite hard to understand, as well.

I know what you are thinking, she is making this all up. This woman couldn't really live such a life. But the thing is it just fits her. She wouldn't be the crazy amazing Tracy Hackett I know, if she didn't have this craziness leaping from her.

Sincerely,

The little married mormon girl who is really sticking out in this city.

Really?

Friday night I finished work just before midnight in downtown DC. This is how the next 12 hours went down.

midnight- Friend needs a ride home from work cause her A word boyfriend was drunk. Drive her to Maryland.

12:30am- Arrive home to Virginia.

1am- Drive back to Maryland to save friend. Friend calls it quits with lame dude, packs up bags, moves out.

2am- Back in Virginia.

SLEEP

10am-Friend buys flight home for Texas. Flight leaves in 4 hours.

12pm-A word wants to try and make it work again (for like the 18th time) drive to Maryland.

1pm- Back in Virginia.

4pm- Back in DC for work. All is well.

I credit this adventure all to A word and gasoline. I only appreciate one.

A Cute Little Story

My husband works at the United States Treasury. He wears an Italian suit.


I work at a cupcake shop. I wear a green t-shirt.


He makes no money. I am his sugar momma.


We are in love.

Coin Laundry Girl

My sister just showed me this song, I love it. Life is just too perfect here.

A few things I wish I could wear . . . but I just can't.

Red Lipstick. So beautiful. So Fierce.

Cute Hats. Can hide bad hair. Can enhance beautiful hair.

Scandalous Dresses. Only Sometimes.

And my greatest desire, stunning high heels.

My Newest Past Time

Minus the pinch of crudeness there is a bucketful of cleaver, and offers twenty minutes of giggles per episode.
Plus I wonder if any of my associates, amici, or relatives are closet never-nudes that need to know I will accept them . . . Nay, I will appreciate them. Come clean.

Help?!

Does anyone know how I can center my title picture? This looks a little bit ridiculous.

Shrimp Orzo Salad

"I'm hungry. O I know! I will made something to eat. How about I make a whole gallon amount of pasta for just me and be stuck eating it for the next month-breakfast, lunch, dinner, dessert, midnight snack. Thanks a lot Reagan."

This salad is one of the favorite recipes. To bad I forgot it feeds twenty. I am still learning how to cook for two. Every time I attempt to cook for two it ends up being for eight (with leftovers) like I have been trained to do.

The salad includes-shrimp, orzo, cucumbers, dill, parsley, red onion, feta, lemon juice, olive oil, and lots of salt and pepper.

For dessert-Blueberry crumb cake (sorry no picture, I ate it too fast.)

I'm Brilliant

I have recently come to the conclusion that I married a closet Male Model. It took me a while to discover the news but after extensive research and many moments of "checking him out" I have decided he is keeping a great secret from me.
1. He leaves at noon and doesn't return til 11, sometimes 12 at night. He tells me he is out selling door to door, but excuse me those hours seems like the perfect time for modeling and a quick drink afterward with hotties. He even has an outfit to fake people out on the whole "sales man" routine.
2. I always catch him posing, and he seems to flex for me alot-normal, I think NOT!
3. Some of my friends tell me he looks like a celebrity. They can never exactly pin point which one it is, and now I am realizing they are mistaking him for himself (that famous unnamed male model!) betrayal!
4. He is always checking out his body in the mirror, I catching myself checking out his body as well- male models always draw the womens' eyes.
5. Whenever we are outside it seems that his shirt is always quickly removed, especially when we are at the pool and playing volleyball. Perfect time for all the other men to be intimidated, on the volleyball court. Pathetic.
6. He wears purple-dead give away.

If you have any ideas how I am to confront him about this please let me know.

Has anyone seen this movie?

Two days after seeing it I am still trying to decide if I liked it or not? It was one of those movies that definitely would have stolen some of my tears if I was in the right situation. I was with some people that I just couldn't let the sobbing flow, so I wasn't able to experience the full emotion the movie had to offer. I am left wondering did I like the show or not? ah, unfulfilled.

New Shoes

I have found two new groups that are helping me understand the meaning of life. First is Paolo Nutini (half Scottish half Italain-blush). When I push my finger against that play button I instantly find myself swaying into the middle of the room. All I need to do is sway and find some way to make tears flow down my face-those are some of the best moments.

Next is The Script (a new hip Irish band). When their songs start I find myself packing my nap sack, puting on my sun glasses and heading out the front door hoping the world will lead me to an adventure that will help me discover why . . . why?

Music has, does, and will continue to save my soul.

Why I love Tampa

I never thought I would walk into a thrift store and then when I get to the cash register have the cashier tell me it is all 50% off. It can actually go cheaper than the listed thrift store price? miracles.

Cooking with basically nothing . . . u huh

This week I have been wanting to experiment a lot of recipes but I quickly realized I brought out very little of the necessary equipment to truly consider myself cooking. "Add water and stir" doesn't really make you want to shout "WOW I can't believe it turned out right!" I would rather say "No, I didn't bring those treats-that was Jerry who brought those shriveling muffins."

But I have discovered two items I brought that has saved me from total shame. First my heaven sent Cobalt Blue Kitchen Aid. I feel like any true culinary artist would up their respect for me if they saw me dressed in my homemade apron and dashing a pinch of marjoram into my Cobalt Blue Kitchen Aid. (I will continual be adding, and uppercasing the words Cobalt Blue because they are as important details as the kitchen aid itself is to me.)

Second I brought the Magic Bullet. You know the thing you see all the time on the infomercials. At first I stuck it in the cupboard of my kitchen waiting for a lonely day when I would need to make a milkshake; assuming that was it's only purpose. Obviously I haven't actually seen the infomercial or I would have been ashamed of my low expectations. I discovered this electronics priceless power when I was in need of a food processor to make my almond butter. I gave it a little test and the results were beyond my shallow expectations. So in a way I guess I am here to advertise the Magic bullet and solidify the fact that it is magic.

Back in Business

I went to the grocery store the other day. An older man with a long white beard approached me and asked, "Excuse me, can I ask you a riddle?"

At first I was a little taken back. I was all alone in a big city with no one to rescue me but the bag boy screaming at the front of the store (another story for another time). But since he seemed to have some availing qualities I quickly responded, "sure" . . . my first mistake.
He then asked, "What is the answer behind the apparent truth?"
"Huh?"

After him trying to coax an answer out of my obviously confused brain he asked if i wanted him to suggest an answer. This is where I made my second mistake. Thinking his suggestion would get me out of this conversation the quickest and let me get home to make dinner, I asked him for his suggestion.

For the next 10 minutes I listened to this man tell me why the answer NOW was a good choice. He sequences of thoughts and facts eventually lead to him telling me about the difference between men and women, how me use to be married but he discovered marriage wasn't really his thing but that this gave him credentials for understanding women. He also went on to tell me that love was also a good answer because is the answer to everything. He told me that he has asked people this question all the way from Georgia to Florida. (Those are neighboring states.)

So in retrospect if I had truly wanted to make dinner in time I should have made up some strange answer similar to NOW, such as forgiveness, told the man I had no explanation for my choice and quickly jetted down the cooking isle and hide behind the unsuspecting young mother and her three children.

So far I am loving Florida, right now I am on my way to sweet bay for round two of grocery shopping.

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