Category Archives: Quotes

gleeful.

15 December 2009

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As I listen to Glee: Volume 1 and Glee: Volume 2, I am convinced they are channeling my life into a TV soundtrack. Current obesssion of the moment (off of volume one), Rachel’s cover of Celine Dion’s Taking Chances.

Why, cause the chorus screams a mantra from college…Just Say Jump:

What do you say to taking chances,
What do you say to jumping off the edge?
Never knowing if there’s solid ground below
Or hand to hold, or hell to pay,
What do you say,
What do you say?
“Taking Chances,” Glee: Volume 1

quote of the day.

19 November 2009

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Viking Fair.

A friend of mine had a gchat message noting that she was sad to be missing the viking fair. And me in my inqusitive nature of course messaged her with two words and a question mark: “viking fair?” Which is to say, what the heck are you talking about. And oh am I glad that I asked just because of the response:

Her:  haha, yeah. it’s more of a norwegian fair, but i like vikings more than norwegians.

So a word to the Norwegians: feel offended…feel very, very offended. Either that, or start going by fun names like Erik the Red.

a photo. a quote

22 September 2009

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A random photo that I was recently editing:

A random comment from something I was recently reading:

Love is a funny thing. It doesn’t begin at the same moment a relationship decidedly does, with touches and glances and determination. It is not bound by agreements or contracts or compromises. It starts in thin, delicate wisps and never reveals itself until it is completely formed, and by then it’s too late to push it away. It’s too heavy, too hard, too concrete. It stays and invades and conquers. It drives you to do crazy things in its name. It won’t cease until every part of you yearns and hurts and sings. It leaves visible, stinging marks on your heart the way the summer sun does to your skin. It peels and fades and takes heavy casualties. Love is a battle. Love is a pushing and pulling of heartstrings and nerve endings. Love is a growing up.

grace freely given

3 August 2009

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Lord of the Rings came out and I saw the first one five times in the theater. We’d like to pretend that isn’t overzealous but 15 hours and around $45 later, I’m not as ashamed of that fact that I should be. There is of course a point to this and it’s probably because I’m watching it again, the extended edition…while at home in Central VA on my vacation.

The best part of my love, is whenever it gets brought up and yesterday, it was in a sermon.

But instead of going on about something we all know about let’s leave on one of my favorite quotes and, shocking, it’s a reflective one. But it comes from Arwen as we wait to see if Frodo will make it after being stabbed: “What grace is given me let it pass to him. Let him be spared. Save him.”

wednesday food quote

8 July 2009

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“Part of what some people call the hipster hottie butchering phenomenon is that sometimes the meat isn’t up to par,” said Josh Ozersky, senior restaurant editor for Citysearch and author of two books on meat-related subjects. “It’s like some kind of tattooed lothario is now going to give you the horrible shins raised by some other hipster who doesn’t know anything about meat.”

Thank you NYTimes food section. You are sustaining me through my Wednesday. And I’m pretty sure I needed to quote the above so that I could be convinced that I hadn’t just made it up.

Hipster Hottie Butchering Phenomenon.

One word = Awesome.

I love the Jews, simple as that

29 April 2009

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Somehow that title seems even more sacrileg then I intended it to. (We should also note, as I don’t think it has been noted before, that apparently people from the west coast like to chop endings off of words. Ex. obvi, phenom, and my personal favorite…sacrileg). But now on to the topic at hand.

The Jews.

Which leads to my favorite Jewish Holiday…Purim.

Which leads to why it’s my favorite holiday…Hamantaschen.

And you know when it got better, last year when Deb at SmittenKitchen posted a hamantaschen recipe. I near about died and went to heaven. And so this year, I was totally going to accomplish my goal. It was messy, a lot of them fell apart, I took them with me when I went out of town with friends, everyone look baffled by the name, but they were eaten with great gusto. Thus, I was happy.

The recipe (and more Purim love) is after the jump, and after what could be the start of the best Gossip Girl comments ever…all the ones referencing religion. The first…went to the Jewish Seder (making it so appropriate for this post):

Eleanor Waldorf: “I don’t even know how to say half the words in this prayer book named after Joe Lieberman’s wife.”
Dan: She’s Hadassah. This is a Haggadah.

And in case you all don’t know what Purim actually is…

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for G.

19 February 2009

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A request was had for a funny post, (i.e. G had one of those mornings that makes one want to read something comical). And so, I was bound and determined to think of something, and this is more I’m admitting to being a stereotype.

Today was the first day of my new job, and to walk and get lunch took me and the person I’m replacing to a let’s say, not so great area of the city. But to be completely honest, I probably wouldn’t judge except I’ve lived in the ubber posh parts of the city cause a. that is where I went to school and b. it’s what my parents demanded for safety after I graduated. But as I’m walking down the street all I can think is…”Oh I stand out like a sore thumb (which could have been the fact that I was wearing an $800 Marc Jacobs coat that I got for a $100 steal at an outlet). But then the comical rememberance moment hit.

About a month ago the morning person (shudder) that will be a roomie one day, decided to wake me up to ask about wearing socks with her boots. (We’re going to honest, at 9:45 am on a Saturday, I really didn’t care as I was still asleep…but she drove over to my apt to show me). The stipulation to her coming by was to not comment that I didn’t look awake. So I walk outside to see the boots and she blurts out, Oh my gosh, you’re so [Insert the name of my preppy college]. Now this is a line I’ve used to people…one that could never be used to me. But alas, when I looked at what I had thrown on:

Black Leggings

A long tank top

A fitted 3/4 sleeve shirt over the tank

The above mentioned coat

Ugg Boots

…and a Headband to hold back the wisps of my messy bun

Pretty much I had walked outside looking like the Saturday morning version of attire on my college campus, messy and preppy…the perfect combination of cheap (black leggings from Target) and expensive (the coat…which is only sticker cost expensive, I only spend money on purses, which is another thing that was seen a lot, sweats and Prada). It was the moment that I officially realized that the only thing holding my attire back was the lack of a popped collar (something that G does well, I couldn’t).

Really, to this moment I’m not quite sure put it over the top…the Uggs or the Headband. For the latter, all I can say is Queen B would be happy at my headband sporting ways. :)