Category Archives: Musings


On Tuesday, I walked to work. Along the way, I smelled the following: ramen, eggs, and semen.

It was so nauseating that I was afraid I might be you know what… but really, it just happened because semen-smell at 8am is just fucking disgusting. Especially pre-coffee.

City living at it’s finest, right?


Single girl stuff

My husband has been out of town for the last couple of days, so I’ve been on my own. I was too tired the first night to do anything but fall into bed, but last night I ate leftovers, painted my nails all pinky-purple and glittery, and watched a marathon of America’s Next Top Model.

And you know what? It was glorious.

I love nothing more than nights alone with my husband — talking about our days, eating a good dinner, cuddling on the couch… all that good stuff.

That said, though, my night alone was a treat — I could do whatever ridiculous girls-only thing I wanted (like watch bad TV and obsess over how much glitter to layer over my pinky-purple polish) and nothing I didn’t (like make dinner or share the remote).

THAT said — I miss my husband, and I’m so glad he’s coming home tonight. Shoving a chair under our door handle to keep bad guys out like they do in the movies is just downright embarrassing.

Don’t you dare insult my wedding

Read this article, and then say it with me: This guy is an asshole.

I don’t give two shits if other people wait to have sex before marriage, but I give approximately five million shits about some asshole saying my marriage is less meaningful than his.

About halfway through the article, after he justifies his judging of others by saying he was judged first (how mature!) and gloats about how his wife is ACTUALLY more beautiful than yours (lucky him!), he describes a conversation with another newlywed — one of those “floozies” who decided to have sex before marriage, whose “poor schmuck” of a husband was hungover the morning after their wedding. He then says:

Then I realized something. Our wedding was truly a once in a lifetime event. It was a God’s-honest celebration of two completely separate lives now becoming one. Physically, emotionally, financially and spiritually, everything that made us who we were individually was becoming what bonded us together. Our family traveled from far and wide to celebrate the decision of two young people to truly commit themselves to each other, and selflessly give themselves to one another in a way that they never had before that very night.

Interesting. That’s how I felt about my own, secular, living-in-sin wedding! My wedding WAS a once-in-a-lifetime event. It WAS a celebration. Our family DID travel far and wife to celebrate our decision — and every single one knew we “shacked up” beforehand.

Let’s be honest here: marriage really isn’t about sex. I think most people would agree with that, regardless of whether they are waiting/waited or not. The virginity (or lack thereof) of the bride and groom in no way effects the importance or sentiment of a wedding. It’s a personal choice, sometimes guided by religion, and there’s no right or wrong way to do it, regardless of what the author of the article says. Frankly, his focus on sex and insistence that his way is the only “right” way just cheapens his marriage and his wedding — not the other way around.

Furthermore, last time I checked, I wasn’t a floozie.

What an incredible asshole.

One bright spot

This week has unequivocally SUCKED. Between the busy-ness of preparing for the start of the school year, the general incompetence I’ve encountered as a result, the student who came into my office and broke my stuff, and, best of all, falling off the steps in Red Square and the bloody mess that resulted from THAT, it’s been well and truly suck-ful.

HOWEVER — in the middle of all that crap, there was a calm, sweet moment, and I want to record it for posterity’s sake.

I was reading on the lawn during my lunch break yesterday when I heard some commotion off to my left (“come back! come back!”). I looked up and saw a little boy, no more than 3 years old,  running at me full-speed. He had two dandelions in full puff, one in each little fist. He ran right up to me, stopped, and handed me one of the dandelions… and then took off again, leaving a trail of dandelion seeds blowing behind him.

It was beautiful and touching, and I’ll never forget the sight of him running with the seeds flying in the air behind him.

I took that little dandelion puff and blew off the seeds, and made a wish.


I just looked back at my recipes, combing through them all to pick a perfect one for a project — and it hit me just how much I miss this blog.

I used to cook ALL the time. I still do, but with far less baking (trying to maintain my figure, yo) and far less experimenting. I feel like my life has gotten unmanageably busy… which is really disappointing considering that the quarter has (finally) ended so I theoretically should have my evenings back.

But now, between dress fittings, trials for various beauty things, meetings with vendors, traveling and guests, shopping, crafting, flat out worrying, and always ALWAYS feeling like I should be exercising instead (which, excepting the worrying and exercise guilt, are all wonderful things)… I just feel swamped. A wedding is a beautiful, exciting thing… but it’s also totally overwhelming!

Anyway, enough of that. I’m very excited to get married… just a bit overwhelmed at the moment, and currently very much looking forward to life getting back to normal!

Brilliant Advice

Saw this on eastsidebride today — and I have to admit, I think it’s the best advice EVER.

“As my friend A put it, “To wear tropical prints without looking like a clown, one must first not give a fuck whether one resembles a clown while wearing tropical prints.”

This wee bit of advice can be applied to ANYTHING, of course. Hangliding, buying lube at Rite Aid, approaching a group of enthusiastic young fellows at the Tiki Ti and asking them to recommend a cocktail.

To __________ without looking like a clown, one must first not give a fuck whether one resembles a clown while __________.”


Most barf-inducing phrase I know:

“What can X offer me?”

A swift kick in the pants is what I can offer you! Can’t handle that kind of entitlement!

Yup… that about sums it up!


(Don’t know how to credit this one, but it came from here)

Lazy days

Right. It’s been forever. I don’t even have an excuse this time. I haven’t been particularly busy, but I haven’t been particularly exciting, either.

My summer has been, well, lazy. Aussie and I have spent time getting back into the swing of things, sleeping in on the weekends and eating leisurely breakfasts, having weekly date nights and exploring our city, plodding our way through “McLeod’s Daughters.” I’d almost feel guilty about our inertia, but, well, the weather isn’t exactly pushing us to action.

That leisurely pace essentially ends now, though. Starting this weekend, it’s WEDDING SEASON (you know what I mean!). In just over three weeks, we’ll be on our way to Australia for what will be the longest vacation of my life (ohmygod, I can’t wait). And then… whoa. It will be September.

Where is this non-summer summer going?

In case you think I’ve been luxuriating far too much in the diminished responsibilities of summer, behold:

It only took me 5 years to get to a farmer’s market… and all Matt and I wanted to make with our spoils was pizza! Fresh peas, artisan sausage, and spinach from the market added to the ricotta, pesto, and parmesan in our fridge made for a very tasty pie.

My ice-cream experimentation continues, this time with Strawberry Sour Cream Ice Cream (recipe, of course, from The Perfect Scoop). Best ice cream ever? Quite possibly. Unfortunately, we aren’t eating enough ice cream to keep up with my making of it, so I’ve got to slow down on this!

My child-self looooved stuffed shells (really, what’s not to love?), but at some point Mom stopped making them. Probably something to do with too much cheese and carbs. So, I made them for my adult-self… and I am still deeply in love (because, REALLY, what’s not to love)? I cooked them in two pie pan and made cute little spirals out of the shells. Really, love. Recipe from 101cookbooks, although I took the lazy route and used jarred sauce.

It took me THIRTEEN MONTHS to finish these socks. One is about an inch taller than the other. Nobody’s perfect. (For the curious: Grumperina’s “Jaywalker Socks,” Koigu Painter’s Palette Premium Merino in an unknown colorway).

Aaaaand… that’s all for now. Pardon the thoroughly uninspired sign-off.

Just like that.

And just like that, it’s over!

This past weekend, I flew to Southern California for the last time in what I hope is a very long time. Aussie and I then drove the (very) long road home.

Our January road trip seems like such a long time ago. I tried to be optimistic about the long-distance thing, but honestly, it’s been much longer and much harder than I ever imagined.

We had good times, of course. We visited beaches and Disneyland and I got to trade in the Seattle gloom for some sun. Still, most of this experience was soul-sucking to the extreme. You can’t hold someone over the phone, and a half-empty bed just feels lonelier and lonelier as time goes by.

I’ve made ten trips to four airports in the greater LA area since October. I’m over halfway to MVP status on Alaska Airlines from the last six months alone. I’ve had exactly four weekends that didn’t involve an airport or train station. Emotionally, physically — you name it –, I’m exhausted.

But that’s all over now. This morning, I gave Aussie a kiss as he left for work, not as he boarded a plane. And tonight, he’ll come home, and we’ll have dinner together, and we’ll do it all again tomorrow.

I can’t wait to start this new chapter. Here goes!