Friday Faves

1. Starbucks VIA instant iced coffee.

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Homemade iced coffee is a pain in the booty-hole to make. How much easier could Starbucks make it for you? Maybe selling it pre-mixed by the half-gallon? Just saying, Starbucks. Just saying.

2. This gluten free quinoa pasta. 

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I don't know for sure that I am gluten intolerant, but my mother has tested positive for it and I have been struggling with a few of the symptoms myself (namely eczema and digestive issues). Plus knowing that wheat is not great for me from reading some of this book (and the oh so reliable method of judging this book by its cover), it doesn't completely break my heart to make some attempts to reduce it in my diet. Some gluten free pastas suck balls, but this kind is delicioso! BTW, this is coming from the girl who just ate a cupcake. Not a gluten free cupcake; just a cupcake.

3. The fact that we may be buying a house very very soon. 

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I can hardly contain my excitement!!!! But I will. I'll contain it and save it for a future post.

4. Audio books!!!

I love them! They count as reading, and anyone who says differently is lying, cheap, stubborn, old-fashioned, or just plain jelly! It's called multi-tasking, people! This it what I'm currently reading. Don't. Hate.

5. Springtime! Enough said. No picture necessary

6. Winnie Bear.

Obviously. This isn't turning into a blog about my dog, I swear. But she is the bomb-doggity and I cannot ignore that!

7. This lipstick. 

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It's perfect for all those in club lip gloss that just cannot step foot into club lipstick without feeling like a poser clown fool. Just me? I'm wearing #819.

8. Sandals! Oh how I've missed you!


Also, about 90% of the time when I attempt to type the word " you," I type the word "toy." Again, just me?

That's all. You may return to your regularly scheduled pollen induced zombie-coma. Happy Spring!

p.s. Nobody paid me to write niceties about their products or services. Obviously. The only person who reads this blog is my mom. All of the nice things I have to say are purely my opinion.

House Fantasy

I am obsessed with buying a house. There, I said it. Obsessed. I find myself fantasizing about my future house on a semi-regular basis. Like, at least 264 times per day. I daydream about layout, furniture, artwork, paint colors, gardens, parties, holidays, how many Christmas trees we'll have, where we'll put said Christmas trees, and many other psychotically obsessive things completely irrelevant to my apartment-dwelling everyday life. I try to stay away, but about once per week I binge on zillow.com, and spend several hours salivating like a puppy on BLT night. This obsession is both fueled and complimented by my Young House Love obsession. Fun fact: I am strongly opposed to painted brick, much unlike YHL, and I strongly desire an exposed brick wall in Fantasy House.

Joe is positively bored and exhausted with all of this house talk. I can't blame him. It's not like I'm soft spoken about this obsession. And we never go anywhere because we're trying to turn our savings account into Haloti Ngata in order to buy this aforementioned future house. So, many hours of boredom due to staying in inevitably lead to many hours of me babbling like an idiot about Mr. Future K. Housington.

Despite the fact that I know that this obsession is unhealthy, and that I know we aren't buying a house until Spring 2012 at the earliest, I spent the last 1/2 hour on polyvore.com visualizing my future basement. Looky:

























future basement by ccandfbbaby on polyvore.com


Ahhhhh. It's so beautiful and perfect.

I'd have to say that the basement is the room I dream about the most, probably because it's the place in which we'll spend the most time (Because of this, I fantasize mostly of split levels due to their abundance in finished basements). Obviously, we'll watch football in the basement. It'll be a football cave, if you will.

I also find it very important that our basement be semi-scary. Basements are supposed to be scary. That's just how it is. A universal rule. To help with the scary factor, I want an ornately-framed picture of Edgar Allan Poe and an ornately-framed picture of Zombie Lincoln. You might be thinking "Oh SJ, It must be hard to find a picture of Zombie Lincoln. That's oddly specific." Actually, it's not hard to find AT ALL. I've located several on the interwebs.

Oh. That's not what you were thinking? You're siding with Joe on this one? You think it's weird to want a Zombie Lincoln as the focal point in the imaginary room in your imaginary home where you will spend most of your (imaginary) time?

That is BULL.

ZOMBIE LINCOLN IS A BEAUTIFUL WORK OF ART THAT SHOULD ONLY BE GAZED UPON WITH WONDER AND ADORATION.

Excuse me, please. This is very important to me.

Moving on, I also want a huge black leather sectional in the basement. You know what? I want the basement to look exactly like that polyvore board. I don't think any further explanation is necessary.

Back to Zombie Lincoln.

So tell me, are you on Team Zombie Lincoln or on smelly Team Joe?

Is a Zombie Lincoln picture a totally awesome and beautiful work of art suitable for a family football cave?
ABSOLUTELY. I'm awesome. No. It's weird. Also, I smell terrible.
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