Matt: haha t'pau
Matt: i should totally get some t'pau
Matt: remember that tune "heart and soul" with the white chick rapping?
Loo: omg
Matt: rofl
Loo: i <3 that song
Matt: me 2
Matt: "give a little bit of heart and soul"
Loo: and dont you make me beg for more...inside i need to know
Matt: i've been on a simple minds kick
Matt: so i ordered their greatest hits so i could have the breakfast club song
Matt: don't you, forget about me
Matt: i love that song
Matt: t'pau
I pick Matt up a wicked whoopie pie on Sundays when I go food shopping. Chocolate is his favorite but they were out, however; they had a pumpkin one. It was heaven in a whoopie....he gave me a bite (or two) and at that moment I was overwhelmed with depression (dramatic) that I didn't get one for myself (what 20lbs I need to lose).
I came across this last night. I am so on it.
INGREDIENTS
2 cups packed brown sugar
1 cup vegetable oil
1 1/2 cups solid pack pumpkin puree
2 eggs
3 cups all-purpose flour
1 teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon baking powder
1 teaspoon baking soda
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
1 1/2 tablespoons ground cinnamon
1/2 tablespoon ground ginger
1/2 tablespoon ground cloves
Filling
1 egg white
2 tablespoons milk
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
2 cups confectioners' sugar
3/4 cup shortening
DIRECTIONS
1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C). Lightly grease baking sheets.
2. Combine the oil and brown sugar. Mix in the pumpkin and eggs, beating well. Add the flour, salt, baking powder, baking soda, 1 teaspoon vanilla, cinnamon, ginger and cloves. Mix well.
3. Drop dough by heaping teaspoons onto the prepared baking sheets. Bake at 350 degrees F (175 degrees C) for 10 to 12 minutes. Let cookies cool then make sandwiches from two cookies filled with Whoopie Pie Filling.
4. To Make Whoopie Pie Filling: Beat egg white and mix with the milk, 1 teaspoon vanilla and 1 cup of the confectioners' sugar. Mix well then beat in the shortening and the remaining cup of confectioners' sugar. Beat until light and fluffy.
I am trying to be a good dooby and take a multi vitamin. Unfortunately the "womans one a day" makes me VERY nauseas for about a half hour; even if I eat a substantial breakfast...like a donut (not that I would EVER eat a donut). Anyone have any thoughts?
1. The last good thing that came in the mail was hahaha ummm my proactive (embarrassing).
2. This week I'm grateful for my dog not pooping blood, seriously gross I am sorry but seriously greatful.
3. Penna Arrabiata is the most delicious thing ever.
4. Matt inspires me.
5. I'm most happy when I am being creative.
6. And all the roads we have to walk along are there for a reason.
7. As for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to going to the movies and eating emmas pizza for the first time, tomorrow my plans include dressing up like a bat and Sunday, I want to make some comfort food, maybe chili.
I think this year brought all the blogging men out to the bar because of the game. Bastids won the facial (eheheh) and even the gd SHOE prize. I call Bullcorn!
I met up with Erin, who by the by was wearing stilettos..I am constantly bewildered by this womans choice of footwear whilst pregnant. Amazing. Equally funny was Sarah had the same exact shoes on, who with said stilettos; towered a foot over me. I need these shoes but I would probably break my ass.
I was happy to see the familiar friendly faces of Ulli, Sarah and Caity. I met the adorable Susie who braved the crowed alone like I did last year. I give her credit, at 25 there would be no way. The night ended with a tequila shot celebrating the demise of Sarah's hiccups!
Those are my kind of people "I had hiccups! Lets to a shot!"
Anyone who is going to benefit from the new c*mmuter ferry going to P*er 3 in B*ston owes me a drink, or five.
GOSH!
*paranoid
I just started Christmas shopping and I MIGHT be a little bit more than excited for the approaching holidays! Matt is going to love it....
falooloolooloo...looloo..loolooooooo
TMI Tuesday was a bit more than my friends need to know and I'm sure, Matts wants me to share!
Taken from Sarah!
list five things you are good at and five things you are not so good at. And as a bonus – list a random how-to relevant to something you are good at. If it’s taking photos maybe include a quickie photo tip, or if you excel at finding bargains – fill us in on a must-go shopping website.
These examinations into one’s abilities are always so revealing, don’t you agree? It’s always nice to reassess your skills and weaknesses at times other than sweaty-palmed Annual Reviews.
(Or maybe you are just bored and have nothing better to do!)
Five Things I am good at:
1. Like Sarah, I am a MS Paint champion. I've started to put all my work here!
2. Peace Keeper. If people are fighting I always try to be a mediator, give all sides and be incredibly empathetic. Unless that is if you are after me, than I'll bite your fool head off.
3. Lighting Design . I did this, this, this, this, this and this (which unfortunately went out of business).
4. Finding bargains. I never ever pay full price. Google is my coupon finding friend.
5. Cooking! I make a mean lasagna, shepherds pie, chicken tortellini, spinach artichoke dip, spiced pumpkin cookies. All my own recipes.
5 things I am not good at.
1. Spelling, typing, grammar, anything at all to do with ; , : or `.
2. Driving in reverse. I just don't get it.
3. running. Or as I'd like to call flailing.
4. Handling awkward situations. I'll usually make it a bit more awkward.
5. Speaking up for myLoo. Doormat.
Recipe for my punkin spice cookies, since its fall and all.
2 1/2 cups all-purpose flour
1 teaspoon baking powder
1 teaspoon baking soda
2 teaspoons ground cinnamon (I like extra)
1 teaspoon ground nutmeg
1/2 teaspoon ground cloves
1/2 teaspoon salt
1/2 cup butter, softened
1 1/2 cups white sugar
1 cup canned pumpkin puree
1 egg
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
DIRECTIONS
1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C). Combine flour, baking powder, baking soda, cinnamon, nutmeg, ground cloves, and salt; set aside.
2. In a medium bowl, cream together the 1/2 cup of butter and white sugar. Add pumpkin, egg, and 1 teaspoon vanilla to butter mixture, and beat until creamy. Mix in dry ingredients. Drop on cookie sheet by tablespoonfuls; flatten slightly.
3. Bake for 15 to 20 minutes in the preheated oven. Cool cookies, then drizzle glaze with fork.
But thats not the end. When they are cooled top it off with:
Cream Cheese Frosting:
2 (8 ounce) packages cream cheese, softened
1/2 cup butter, softened
2 cups sifted confectioners' sugar
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
DIRECTIONS
1. In a medium bowl, cream together the cream cheese and butter until creamy. Mix in the vanilla, then gradually stir in the confectioners' sugar. Store in the refrigerator after use.
I am not really sure if there is anything more funny than the two of us walking Bonnie. We have become "Matt and Krista the Poop Inspectors".
Ahhh such is life. I felt like an adult this weekend.
I go and pick up my little ball of terror in a few hours, I will be taking the remainder of the day off to spend with her and make sure she is keeping it real.
Thank you so much for all the comments and happy thoughts, it meant a lot.
That was so SCARY!
Unbelievable, I purchased the tickets today for Mondays show and got third row for Sinead O'Connor! I'm not a very religious person but still some what spiritual, I guess you can say. (E? When we going to mass?) Her new Theology CD is so moving and beautiful but I was so excited to read that the set list read like a montage of 1997's So Far... best of collection, covering all her major career crests, many of which haven't been performed in well over a decade.
There are only two Thursdays left! I'm so sad I've missed the first two. Janet and I went to Attack of the B Movies in Woburn last night; which is a double feature (for five bucks!). We viewed The Terror which was Jack Nicholson's debut and House on Haunted Hill which is a Vincent Price classic. There were so many funny /cheesy parts and a few that actually scared me. The screaming was hysterical!
Here we go!
1. October is more than half way over, I can't believe how fast life flies by, the older you get.
2. Heights doesn't/don't scare me!
3. Haunted houses scare the bejesus out of me. I lived in one, I used to get so scared I'd pass out!
4. My favorite scary movie is The Ring because its scary as hell and no gore!.
5. If it is wicked scary hold me.
6. It was a dark and stormy night and my dog came out of the closet ripping up her Polo polo!
7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to seeing Gone Baby Gone and eating shepherds pie! tomorrow my plans include meeting Matts Mum and Step Dad for Linner (late lunch early dinner) and watching the sox and Sunday, I want to finish the spare room!
scene: Matt is moaning, I wake him and went to grab my pound puppy (Matt was scaring me!) but I grabbed Matt's arm instead and he PUSHED ME!
Krista: Love you
matt: sorry i pushed you, i was having a terrible nightmare that i was journeying through a haunted forest and stepped onto a road in the middle of the forest and was confronted by one of the ringwraiths from the lord of the rings
matt: which must have been why i was moaning
krista: of course.
matt: :-I
The night before he was growling.
SCARY
I am a coupon whore dot com.
I wanted to share my latest since its getting COLD. I heart The North Face jackets for their quality and warmth bit I am not so jazzed about the pricing. Altrec offers 25% off (CODE: GEAROUTLET07) and has a few on sale. I just got my Tamba Kosi Jacket for $75, it's normally $178. Did I mention shipping was free. FREEKEN DEAL!
Woot Woot
There is nothing worse than getting an email from your aerobic instructor expressing she misses you in class (read: where have you been, slacker).
Got to get back on that wagon before the holidays. I've lost 12 but I still have the last pesky 20.
tmi Tuesdayyyyyy
1. What was the first movie you saw on a date? Hmm. Wow, I really don't remember.
2. Who was the first person you kissed on a date? On a date? Or like making out feverishly at 13 but not dating because seriously how much can a 13 year old date? But I digress. Timothy was my first real kiss and first kiss on a date would have been London.
3. Where was the first place you ever "parked" (on a date)? I "parked" with Ian. I still hate him for the record. We parked at the rivah walk with all the other steamy windows.
4. Have you ever gone on a date with someone you met via the internet? If not, would you? I went on a date once with someone I met from yahoo personals. He talked about how awesome he was however he had no eyebrows. It freaked my shit out.
5. What is the most romantic thing you have done on a first date? A keggah? Seriously, the only guy that has tried to be romantic was Matt. Our first real date was (I think) New Years Eve. We went to Trattoria Il Panino then to the Phoenix Landing WOOT! I am not one for typical romance but more fun
Bonus (as in optional):Describe the best date you have ever been on. Probably the one above.
Dudes,
Whomever is going to benefit from the lighting Job I am doing on Broad Street (Boston) better treat me to some drinks. Good drinks.
Loo
It's our first month anniversary! Woot Woot. We had a exciting weekend. Friday was taco night. I ate....five tacos. Gross! Then we met up with some friends for pops. At the first bar we felt too young and at the second bar we felt too old. buggah me.
Saturday we met with my friends from Toronto. You know whats funny? I see this couple more than any other. Amazing what happens when people make an effort, eh? We went through all our honeymoon photos. I was so proud, we went to a Chinese food buffet and I managed only three crab rangloos (instead of my typical 6 gross!).
Saturday night we went to a 30th bday party for two friends of mine where the following incidents happen:
omg did you just flash my boobs?
omg did I just flash my boobs?
drunk + kereoke/life is a highway = disaster
"how did I get here and why am i sleeping in my sweater....and watch?" (Matt Sunday morning)
Yeah. Next morning was fun for Matt who had to tear down wallpaper. Awesome for me who got to see WICKED with my bff and it was the best fricken musical EVER.
You know what rocks? coming home, not wanting to go food shopping and having everything in the house to whip up chicken picatta!
I had a LOT of coffee.
They're Always After me Lucky Charms! Hearts, Stars, and Horseshoes, Clovers, and Blue Moons! Pots of Gold and Rainbows, and me Red Balloons!
TMI Tues
1. Wash up, cuddle or fall asleep? All three? I can't just roll over and fall asleep after, i need to be clean. i like clean, clean is swell.
2. Have you ever fake orgasms? Yes, many. Get off me now (aka oh yes, yes yes!)
3. In any 24 hour period, what is the most number of time you have ever had sex? Maybe seven? Yes, my tootie almost fell off.
4. Have you ever had sex or give/received oral sex while you were driving a car? Yes, I get bored!
5. What do you think the average number of sexual partners your sex has in their lifetime (so for me a male)? 10
Do you think most people lie when asked? yes
Bonus (as in optional):Can men and women be "just friends?" (Explain) Yes, I have had male friends and had absolutely no attraction to them whatsoever. I was friends with Matt for a year and a half and nothing happen but the tension was .....fun
Dear Pie Guy of Salem, NH,
Please stop making the mini key lime pie for hannaford.
And make them all big pies.
Extra big. Yes.
Thanks,
Loo
It's all I got, work is insane and my computer likes to restart on its own.
By Janet Shmanet.
1. If I were a tree I would be happy because I'd be tall for once! and well forever!
2. If I were a bird I would fly over Ireland, such a gorgeous country.
3. If I were a book I hope I would be trashy and sassy.
4. If I were a car sturdy and reliable, maybe E's Volvo Shaggin-Wagon
5. If I could get rid of one piece of technology it would definitely be the crackberry because my schmooper is available 24/7 and I own him, not you!
6. If I could get rid of one bad habit at a snap of the fingers it would be my impatience. I get really feisty!
7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to dinner with Karla, tomorrow my plans include working on the house and yard and Sunday, I want to paint the dining room!
You know how a cartoon character does like a quadruple take looking at something. That was just me with the calendar. It's 3.5 weeks to go for Christmas shopping to commence. Which I can not seem to fathom considering this morning I was sweating drying my hair due to the humidity.
Last Wednesday, when Matt and I landed at Logan, we were greeted with Cuban music and 90 degrees. For a second, I panicked thinking maybe we had landed in Miami.
Lastly. I have window boxes, any one have ideas on decorating these off season? Since I had to mount brackets on the house I don't want to just take them off, exposing the brackets.
The story begins as our protagonists boarded an Aer Lingus direct flight from Boston to Dublin. It does bear mentioning that departing Logan at 6:30 PM, flying 6 hours, and arriving in Ireland at 5:30 AM, hard on the heels of our madcap wedding, was a supremely disorienting experience, to say the least. However, the flight was pleasant enough despite the jet-lag. Prior to our trip, assorted friends and family had mixed things to say about Aer Lingus, but our experience with the airline was a positive one.
Arriving in Dublin, we cleared Irish Customs and Immigration, located a Bank Of Ireland ATM, snagged some Euros, found a taxi, and crash landed at the Eliza Blues Lodge in Temple Bar in the heart of Ol’ Darlin’ Dublin, with a beautiful view overlooking the River Liffey and the Ha’penny Bridge (once the only bridge connecting the working class Northside to the more refined Southside of Dubs, it used to cost a half penny toll to traverse it). We gassed up our tanks with some much-needed down time, and then set out to explore Temple Bar and the surrounding environs.
After a wonderful lunch at the Boxty House where Krista discovered the joys of the Boxty (a potato pancake with accouterments), we were off to take in the Book of Kells and other treasures at Trinity College, a marvel of Palladian architecture, and the famous stomping grounds of Samuel Beckett, Bram Stoker, and many more literary giants. This was followed by a visit to Grafton Street, Dublin’s most famous shopping avenue, a stroll through St. Stephens Green where we stopped to marvel at the Georgian mansions surrounding us on the abutting side streets, and then (what else?) a pub crawl which included the Temple Bar and the Long Hall, an old and incredibly ornate pub. The Guinness and Bulmers gave our appetites a nudge, so we capped off the evening with some luverly curry. Unfortunately, that night Krista had a bit of insomnia, but it was nothing three episodes of Star Trek couldn’t cure.
The next day, we took in Christ Church Cathedral, Saint Patrick’s Cathedral, a trip through “The Liberties” (now an amazing antiques district, this neighborhood was once sited outside the old city’s walls, where residents enjoyed a certain amount of, well, “liberty”). Then, that holiest of holies, the Guinness Storehouse. The cathedrals were awe-inspiring to be sure, but Guinness was the star attraction of this itinerary, complete with a trip to the Gravity Bar for a complimentary pint (it really does taste better there!) and an amazing 360 degree view of Dublin and the nearby Wicklow Mountains.
After a brief nap, we headed to the Stag’s Head, another remarkable old style pub. However, having missed their fabled pub grub lunch by minutes, we had to find somewhere to eat, and Matt made the fatal error of selecting Oliver St. John Gogarty’s, where the lamb shank was gamey, and the prices were astronomical. Oh the shame! We drowned our sorrows once again at the Temple Bar, where Matt ordered some musky, decidedly spoiled Laphroaig from the top shelf (sample bartender banter as he climbs up the shelves to retrieve the dusty bottle: “What’s that you’d be wanting then, “the Frog” is it? Ya see what yer makin’ me do here…?”). It was cloudy and murky as a Scottish peat bog, when a spirit never should be, and so it was back on the black stuff straight away. A desert at the Eliza Blues made all right again (complete with “Baby Guinness” shots comprised of Bailey’s and Tia Maria), and we met a lovely couple from Toronto and shared some stories about our experiences in the Emerald Isle.
The next morning we were up bright and early to retrieve our rental car. With a free upgrade to a Hyundai Santa Fe SUV due to our designated Hyundai Accent having bald tires, Matt got to experience driving in Ireland proper, out of the firepan and, well, you know the rest. As a sidebar, driving on the wrong side of the road on the wrong side of the car down roads half as wide as ours which wind through precipitous drops and misty landscapes is not for the faint of the heart. During the course of our 10 day trip, Matt did hit a road sign, but all things considered, acquitted himself fairly well.
Somehow, we made it out of the city alive and soon found ourselves in the beautiful rolling hills and plains of the midlands, near Birr, affectionately known as Ireland’s Bellybutton. We stayed at Kinnety Castle, supposedly haunted by a benevolent monk, and drank into the wee hours, visiting with our new friend Frank, a wonderful Irish fellow full of wit. Alas, a rather restless night in the castle followed (think: hot, not drafty and damp), so the next morning, we were off to explore Birr and the Birr Castle Demense, an amazing grounds presided over by Lord Rosse. Then, we headed ever westward, immersing ourselves in the melancholy beauty of Clonmacnoise, ancient Celtic monastery ruins situated on the banks of the River Shannon.
From there we made a beeline to Galway, the city that really knows how to party. We had dinner that first night in Galway at The Quays, which was solid if unspectacular, and then went to Tigh Collie, Matt’s favorite pub in Eire (any pub with photos of Shane MacGowan and Willie Nelson drinking there on the wall has to be seriously cool, right?), where we met some of the locals and enjoyed some serious craic (sample banter: “I bet he’s got a huge clock!”) until the wee hours once again, followed by a trip to Supermac’s (Ireland’s answer to McDonalds, the golden arches themselves being another famous Irish restaurant, but I digress).
The next morning we opted not to do the Aran Islands due to high seas, and instead explored the Spanish Arch, the River Corrib, the Claddagh Ring Museum, and the world-famous Faller’s Sweater Shop, where we loaded up on hand-knit Aran Island sweaters and Donegal tweed caps. A big lunch of fish and chips at MacDonagh’s Seafood House followed. Here in the spectacular Western fringes of Ireland (more craic snippets from the night before: “The West is the best, fuck the rest…”), it seemed to us a drive was in order, so we headed through the stark majesty of the Burren to the breathtaking Cliffs Of Moher, where it seemed we were standing on the edge of the world, after a brief detour through Lindoosvarna, home of Europe’s largest over-40 singles event (it was kickin’!).
A beautiful drive along Galway Bay back to Gallimh (that’s Gaelic for Galway) followed, and then we enjoyed one of the best meals of the trip at The Malt House, where Krista was cajoled into consuming Bloody Mary oyster shots by her new hubby. Then it was back to The Quays, where we watched France dismantle Ireland in Rugby World Cup action, to the dismay of the faithful locals and the delight of some Frenchmen in attendance. We retired back to our room at the Western Hotel after first enjoying a seisun in the hotel bar, replete with an annoying tourist clapping enthusiastically as if she was watching The Chieftans or The Pogues, while a local was heard to remark that it sounded like, “…someone pulling on a cat’s whiskers”. A restful evening was not in the cards, as the hotel had booked a 21st party (quite the shenanigans in the Isles, apparently, even though the legal drinking age is 18 – a fellow guest at a B&B later in our trip later explained it’s just an excuse to drink too much).
The next day we headed to Limerick where we had a nice if somewhat uncomfortable meal in a local café (outsiders were not warmly welcomed). Limerick was unfortunately a bit of a shithole (c.f. “Angela’s Ashes”), the white trash underbelly of Ireland from what we saw of it. So, it was off through Tralee to the breathtaking beauty of the Dingle Peninsula, with rainbows erupting all around us.
We arrived at the Emlagh Lodge and met our wonderful hostess Maggie, a real charmer, and we felt instantly welcomed. The view of the bay from our window was beautiful, and we explored this quaint town of 1400 year ‘round residents, landing at Fentons for a solid dinner with three (!) kinds of potatoes. This was followed by a trip to O’Flaherty’s where we witnessed some of the most amazing music of the trip. First up, the boys from Kerry had won the Gaelic Football Cup, and as 5 of them were from Dingle, they were showing the Cup off with a parade, and we witnessed the spectacle of seemingly everyone in the village morphing into a traditional pipe and drum band in the space of this small and charming pub; it brought a tear to Krista’s eye, it was really magic. This was followed by a roaring seisun with squeezebox, fiddle, banjo, and a young fellow from Victoria, British Columbia sitting in and acquitting himself nicely on the Bodhran. We also met some fellow travelers from Switzerland who were real friendly.
We stumbled home, awoke to a spectacular Irish Breakfast cooked up by Maggie, and then set out to explore the stunning Dingle Peninsula via Sleigh Head Drive, where we saw ancient Beehive Huts and marveled at the haunting beauty of the Blasket Islands. Then, it was off to Kilarney, where we explored the sub-tropical forests, majestic mountains, and serene lakes of Kilarney National Park, with visits to Torc Waterfall and Ladies View (which was said to have made a deep impression on Queen Victoria’s ladies in waiting, hence the name), and the majesty of the stately Muckross House. It was back to Maggie’s for the night after another amazing dinner at The Chart House, widely regarded as one of the top 100 restaurants in Ireland, then up and out and off to Cork, the old medieval capital of Muenster, where Krista’s people, the Callaghans, once reigned supreme.
Cork was great fun, and more laid back then hectic Dublin where everyone seems to be walking at a pace of million miles an hour… kind of a Boston to Dublin’s New York. We visited an authentic Olde English market for lunch (with a bit of McDonalds in the mix as well, where ya get raisins with your Happy Meal – and the adverts on the radio cheerfully announce, “…should be eaten in moderation and as part of a balanced diet” – go figure!). We stayed at Jury’s in Cork, which Krista enjoyed very much, and had a wonderful time visiting the Cork Gaol (that’s jail to you non-Gaelic speakers), where we learned about the Irish Revolution and much more).
Time was drawing short, and we were determined to make the most of it, so the next morning we were up early and headed to Blarney Castle to kiss the stone in exchange for the gift of gab. It’s 127 steep steps to the top and they lean you out over the battlements to kiss the stone – quite an experience. Then, it was off to The Rock Of Cashel, where Saint Patrick said his first Mass in Ireland, another haunting ancient Celtic site. We came to rest in Kilkenny, where we took in the medieval splendor of the town, some amazing crafts, Kilkenny Castle, and a wonderful Italian meal.
Alas, all good things must come to an end, and we headed to Dublin the next day, procured some Guinness and Jamesons, and boarded a flight home. Leaving behind picturesque beauty and 65 degree misty weather, we touched down in 90 degree Boston, and decided it might just be time to relocate. So much more left to see, we may just have to head back real soon!
TMI Tuesday.
1. Early bird or night owl?
Early Bird.
2. If you could only be one, would you rather be smart or good looking?
Smart.
3. Do you gossip?
yes. a. lot. but I am the year of the rabbit which suggests I like gossip, so its not my fault.
4. On a scale of 1-10, how adventurous are you? (1 is lowest, 10 is highest)
7-ish.
5. On a scale of 1-10, how good a kisser do you think you are? ( ditto )
I don't know, ask Amy.
Bonus (as in optional):What do you consider the biggest turn on out of the following? a) lingerie b) movies c) toys d) role playing e) leather f) none of this does anything for me
B. Movies.
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