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I think this fall I may be falling (har, har) into the loafer trap. And it’s not because Man Repeller has been doing it all year. Ok maybe partly that but also, my dad’s been wearing them for as long as I can remember (not in leopard. or neon pink. i hope.) so perhaps it’s in my royal bloodline.
Anyway, can you even deny that these will be cute with a pair of skinnies or am I prematurely aging myself with loaf/slippers?
Don’t answer that,
Favorite line of the week:
“What do I do? Pray for a body switch mixup so we can see the world from each other’s perspectives?”
Other great characters from this season’s TV:
-Schmidt from New Girl
-Ava from Up All Night
-Bachelor Ben…oh wait, he’s playing himself and he is being serious.
Who do you think is the funniest on TV right now?
There are some things that belong together: peanut butter and jelly, a nude eye and a bold lip; Ice and Coco. They are the perfect pair, power couple; match made in heaven.
Or as an 8th grader would say: MMIH.
I think that’s why I love mashups so much. Yes, I love mashups. Bri and I joke that now we get bored/disappointed listening to just a single song on the radio. Like, “Wait, just this one song? No one else is gonna jump in and sing a little?”
And, of course, it’s why I love smashing words together to save time, space, and souls. Hence, Lyndsights. A true portmanteu.
And so, I present to you my two fav hybrids of the week:
Sloths + Dax Shepherd
You love him in Parenthood. You probably hated him in Punk’d. You also probably wish they would replace his son in Parenthood with another child actor. Seriously any other child actor. It could even be a girl. That’s how badly Jabar needs to be replaced.
But more recently, he surprised gf Kristen Bell with her very favorite (and one of my old faves) things: sloths. And the video is hysterical.
Trolleys + Yummy Food
I love trolleys. In a very non-Mr Rogers-way. I think they are breezy and fun and I want to travel in one exclusively one day when I am rich and famous and apparently have nowhere to get to fast.
And now Puckett’s has bought a trolley food truck…err food trolley. What a beautiful mashup.
That’s me. We have a small, but intimate staff at this blog.
So good news, bad news: my lovers over at 2 Man Chain Gang got word (I emailed them and twitter stalked them) of my new chain restaurant game and….they LOVED it. In the words of Rich, it’s “brilliant,” and “so funny,” No word yet from Max (rude.)
BUT. Tragically they just shot their Olive Garden episode. So, “when you’re here you’re family” will have to sit this one out for a while. Sigh. I have faith, though, that if any 2 people can weave in a chain restaurant slogan into casual conversation, it’s these two. I can’t wait to see them try.
If you don’t know these guys yet, please do. If my “Taste Buds” food + friend blog/social network ever takes off, I’m hiring them.
I don’t believe people are looking for the meaning of life as much as they are looking for the experience of being alive. –Joseph Campbell
Call me a bra burner.
Call me a revolutionary.
Or just save time and call me a hero. Who burns bras. To save energy. So I guess call me ‘earth-friendly’ too.
But I think girls are funny. Just as funny as boys. Also, boys go to jupiter to get more stupider. Just sayin’.
Deep political/existential/meteorological statements aside, I just want to pimp a few new blogs I’ve found lately where the writing is LOL. ROFLOL, even. (this statement proving how much like a 15 year old I am even more than my music taste.)
a. she has really pretty pictures
b. she can clearly out-cook me (note: this is not difficult, but really, she looks talented.)
c. she starts posts with morsels like, “Once upon a time, as a young youth with frizzy hair and giant teeth, I went to Disneyland with my family.”
d. you will laugh ‘n learn. And anything connected by an “‘n” or “lil” or “ol” is good by me.
2. Better After
a. you will spend 45 minutes the first time you go to this site. And every time thereafter. It’s that potently potable.
b. love the collaboration. Because ya’ll know me, I’m very pro-collab (and, as a refresher, pro-suffrage)
c. she says things like, “…don’t be alarmed, I’m pretty sure this is a fake cow skull, unless it is an unknown species of very, very tiny cows, but I think we are safe. That would be some tender beef though…”
d. you will be inspired to makeover your bathroom/couch/roommate’s armoir.
I think I’ll stop at two because I blog what I want and two is a nice number. A pair. A BOGO. A 2-fer. Cat eyes. Wait.
I’m no fashionista. And even if I were I would never use that word. Or anything ending in “ista.” Also, ridonkulous, bazillion, or fantabulous.
BUT. I like pretty.
And so this is the perf way to go into the weekend. All tribal and shiv.
You’re welcome crop toppers.
On my mind: Baja just forgot to give me my guacamole and you would have thought I lost a beloved pet by my reaction when I got home and found it missing from my order. Oops.
Listening to: Robyn’s new song. Still. Again. And also, again.
I am a geyser of emotions.
Perhaps the ‘Old Faithful’ of emotions, even.
What can I say? I love to emote.
(Which is the same skill that scored me the role of “Mouse #3″ in our community theater performance of “Cinderella in the Wild, Wild West” in 1991. Top that.)
My mother once told me that I don’t wear my heart on my sleeve, I wear it on a sandwich board.
Lucky for me she happens to find this endearing (whether this is just because she is my mother and has dealt with it for 26 years, I can’t say). Regardless she loves it, until I can prove otherwise. She likes to tell the story of finding me at age 4, in bed for the night, looking out my bedroom window, crying. As the story goes, when she asked me what was wrong I said,
“Oh, I’m just looking at the moon, Mom. Thinkin ’bout the world.”
Even now, 22 years later, I still find myself drawn to pondering the sky when I feel overwhelmed. As cheesy as it is, I have a spot in Nashville that I like to visit when I just need to think. (read: cry)
I found it last year when we were visiting and still entangled in that tortuous teeter totter between moving to Nashville and staying in Chicago. It was dusk as we drove up a steep hill while exploring the town when suddenly this came into view:
Ok it wasn’t exactly that view, but that’s what it felt like it looked like. All dreamy and dusky and runneth-ing over with hope and promise.
So we sat and looked, and thought, and prayed. For the future, for the unknown.
And now that I live here that’s exactly what I do whenever I need to take a breather and think. And that’s what I did yesterday. And no, “Somewhere Out There” from American Tail didn’t start to play automatically.
I think it’s good to have a spot. Unless one of these days I discover its a makeout spot for Belmont students. In which case that may actually make me like it more. Opinion pending.
Listening to: My brain tell me to slow down on the fro yo, yo.
On my mind: Did I tell ya’ll that our neighbor adopted Mimsy and renamed her Angel? And that he now looks at us like monsters bc we didn’t wanna keep her. Sorry I’m not sorry.
I was thinking the other day about that song, “He’s got the whole world in His hands”.
We sang it when we were little. And the beauty of it was the way you could fill in the blanks how ever you wanted.
He’s got ______ in His hands.
I think I filled it in with lots of really deep things when I was younger. Like “my cat Frisky” or “tomorrow’s gymnastic meet”. You know, super important and spiritual things that I needed to know God had under control.
Lately, I need to be reminded of that.
Lately, I need to keep my grubby little mitts off of my future. Because lately I’ve been channeling the N*sync “Bye Bye Bye” music video with my puppet master skills.
You could say I’m putting the freak in ‘control freak’.
So as a form of surrender, I wrote this little ditty. And no, you cannot sing it to the tune of “Bye Bye Bye”. Well, you could try. But that’d be weird. Dealer’s choice.
Weakened from fear.
They want to hold it all.
They insist on holding it all:
I hoard them,
Make a mess,
Then weep over the crumpled pieces.
But Your hands
And so, reluctantly,
I open my hands and lay it all;
Where they belong:
Listening to: Plot twists on Brothers and Sisters
On my mind: Kettle corn is like cocaine to me. Am I allowed to say cocaine here?