Riot and Frolic

Ideas I Like

In the same vein as yesterday's post, here's a less materialistic view:

- The G constantly rapping this song around the house...

 

- sewing.  I love the idea of making this kind of cutiness...

Unfortunately, I have no great love for fabric crafts.  I'll throw down a quilt or some fairy costumes once a year, but I'm not going to sit down to make an adorable chicken.  Damn.

- HCJ in a really random website tutorial.

Now I'm pretty  sure this is not my beloved Harry Connick Jr., but scrolling through Pinterest one day, I saw this photo and was wondering if he did a photo tour of his house or something.  No, this is just a tutorial for a "nice idea instead of a window box" that a HCJ doppelganger wanted to model for.

- "that's what she said".  It gets me every. time.

 

- washing my face every night.  But I forget!  Nah, I'm joking.  I just don't care.  I seriously have not seen any adverse effects of leaving my makeup on, so I will continue my devil-may-care attitude towards facial cleanliness.

What do you guys like?  Have any ideas that you think are GREAT that you always blow off?  Any jokes that make you laugh every time?  INTERRUPTING STARFISH!

One year ago: Chai It, You Might Like It.

Things I Like

In the quest to be more materialistic than ever, I'll tell you about the things I like because I can't think of anything else to write:

• my pants from Express.  They're the Editor cut and make my butt look like cream cheese, which is apparently a good thing.  Plus, they're super-stretchy and crazy-comfortable.  And black.  I loooove me some black pants.
  

  not impressive from the front
• my bags - specifically, my Lululemon "Keep On Running" duffel and the MZ Wallace Frankie pocket-laden goodnesses.  I am a sucker for bags with pockets and both these bags have so many pockets I don't even use them all.  Both bags are sleek and "city" enough where I don't feel like I'm schlepping, even when I have 2 pairs of dance shoes, running shoes, a change of clothes, 3 diapers + wipes, snacks, my wallet, a 32 oz. water bottle, chapstick, Kleenex, pens, notebooks, sunglasses with strangely large case, and more snacks ALL IN ONE BAG.  Plus, both work mighty fine as diaper bags and carry-ons.
• my robot shoes.  If you've know me, you'd know my robot shoes.  They are silver and have velcro.  Because I am 3.  They are by Le Coq Sportif and here's how you know they have awesome shoes...
  

  obviously i need these!
• my car.  We bought a used car about 3 years ago and we have put miles and miles and miles on it and it hasn't given us any trouble and it's a great size for 3 kids in carseats and luggage for 5 people and snowboards and stand-up basses and I'm stomping on wood right now because I'm sure the tire rods just broke in half or the engine fell out or something since I just wrote 'it hasn't given us any trouble'.
• my shampoo.  Every time I wash my hair STILL, I think it smells sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo good.
  

  i want to swim in it
• my hat.  I got it 4 years ago at Forever 21 for $5 and I love it.  It's the reason I want to learn how to knit, becasue it is falling apart.

That is all.  What are some THINGS you love?  Mittens?  Chair?  Washing machine?  

and this. duh. i love this

On year ago: LLLL.

I Made Them

chocolate chip cookie dough bars/fudge/trouble

I made them.  I ate them.  As Warren vividly suggested, I did not roll around naked in them... but I'm not saying I'm against it either.

They are dangerous and delicious.  Or as The G would say, dangerously delicious.  Deliciously dangerous?  

Go to here to find the recipe.  

List of Last Week's Labors of Love - Assassins' Creed

- killer weather.

my Fº app doesn't have a "-" sign

- killer date.

crayons and chimichangas

- killer offspring.  Smart.  Sneaky.

yes, it says "unicorn"

- killer pancakes.

lemon ricotta, like Hell's Kitchen, but MY kitchen

- killer friends.  Eating.  Concert.

i thought we were fun, but they were Fun.

- killer run club.  Sleet, rain, snow, wind.  Running.

the crazy eyes say it all

- killer weather.

this snow was provided in part by the time during Coffee Run Club

- weather, I'm going to kill you.  I mean, come on, MN, WTF?!

53º of separation

How's your week?  Going somewhere freaking warm?  

Man Dancers Props

No, I'm not going to talk about bowties and g-strings.  Today's post is all about stroking the male ego.

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There's not that many men that stick with ballroom dancing.  And I'll tell you why: ego.

A guy, anywhere from age 13 to 83, will walk into a ballroom studio and get paired up with a good-looking, sassy 20-something lady and then... have to take directions from her.

If you stopped at the "paired up with" part, ALL MEN would be dancers.  

But there's that whole "learning from the weaker sex" thing.  

And most ladies involved in ballroom  dancing are not what I'd call "weak".  No, we're a bunch of sarcastic, blunt, opinionated, strong-willed perfectionists who don't like to be messed with.  (You'd never guess it with the smiling and the fake eyelashes and the rhinestones on, but we are often cursing at our partners under our breath.  Surprise!)

So, the men come in, and take direction from ladies who are often the age of their daughters, and get smacked down, just, all the time.

They are constantly getting corrected and adjusted and complained about to their faces.  

"No... Not like that... Elbows higher... More crunch... You're pushing me... You're pushing me... You're not leading me..."

THEN, we lady teachers have the gall to tell them to "be confident" and "own the floor" when they go perform.  

It seeeeeems like we're giving them a mixed message.

Obviously, many men would leave.  Who would put up with that?

The few, the proud, and the brave.  Yes, these men are the Marines of ballroom dancing.  

Any guy who gets past the beginner stage can proudly say he has an ego of steel, the patience of a Zen master, and skin as thick as an elephant's.  

But don't let that go to your head...

And for God's sake, stand up straight!

Happy Friday, Man Dancers.