Sometimes, the only thing to ease the pain

is a huge glass of wine, a real burger, and tater-tots.



I had one of those days that make you wonder if you've done something awful in your recent past to make the universe hate you so much. Nothing seemed to go my way. Nothing. And, of course, to top it all off, the weather was miserable and incredibly hot and humid. Luckily, I spoke to my brother about it, then Daddy happened to call soon after and thenn I got to talk to my mom! Family cures everything :)

I've been thinking

about perfection. What is it to be perfect or to have something be perfect? My standards of something that is "perfect" is different than yours--maybe it's less perfect, maybe it's more. But doesn't "perfect" mean perfect?

per-fect
[adj., n. pur-fikt; v. per-fekt]

-ajective
1. excellent or complete beyond practical or theoretical improvement.
2. entirely without any flaws, defects, or shortcomings.
3. accurate, exact, or correct in every detail.

Sometimes, I feel like my idea of perfect is better or more perfect than other peoples (but that is because I am my mother's child). Without sounding like a complete ego-maniac, I can confidently say that I'm good at almost all things that come my way, and quickly. I do things quickly and I do them well. Again, that is because I am my mother's child.

But if someone else does a better, more perfect, job than me.. then it's not perfect. I hate the idea of something being more or less perfect, because then it's not perfect. Perfect is perfect.

I think I bring this up because I'm constantly disappointed by people's inability to fulfill my standards of what I think is perfect. Because if it's not up to my par, then it's not perfect. Maybe I need to let go of the fact that nothing is perfect. And I don't mean the type of perfection we look for in a flower or someone's face. I know you can tell me that "it's the imperfections that blah blah blah". Duh. I guess, in a broader sense.

I sound like a complete luny.

It's mostly about me being disappointed in people. And I feel like if I keep this attitude up, I'll constantly be disappointed. It's essentially my bad. Not their "imperfection".

I am not perfect.

Isn't God perfect? Or supposed to be. I miss that guy. According to Paulf, he misses me too.

Jockin' my style

I was really creeped out when I saw this, especially because I have no idea who this person is. Even down to the title of the blog. I'm down with the Katy Perry-ness, but really? All of my posts are even automatically updated in the side bar. Who is this person? And how in the world did you get here to begin with? Should I be flattered? I don't mean to put you on the spot Amirah, but it just took me by surprise.

What do you think?

Jon Hamm is so beautiful

Unreal

Mm what to say

Right now, singing Gorilla Biscuits to myself, in my head.. but the slow jam version. What does that sound like? If you only knew..

The Dude and I went to New York Friday-Saturday. I did secret stuff and he did not-so-secret stuff involving his bicycle. He only rode for a day and spent Saturday with me and my fronz.


66Sick spot in Harlem. Made for The Dude. Seen on dahstreets.blogspot.com.

Friday, Beau and I ate in Chelsea and I got the yummiest grilled pork chop with a red beet salad. It gave me indigestion and gas all night. He's been pretty exhausted with Fashion Week so we stayed in--Pinkberry and movies. When I go up to New York, I always bring gym clothes and running shoes. Even if I'm only in town for 30 hours, I go to the gymmy. This time, however, it wasn't just the gymmy, it was Soul Cycle. Apparently it's New York's newest and biggest craze. "Spritual cardiotherapy," "Cardio party," ".. as much of a go-to place as the Monkey Bar." Basically, it's a spinning class for yuppie Manhattan ressies that love New York and love working out.

Imagine: 60 stationary bikes in a studio in TriBeCa, so close together you can hug the person next to you. Dim lights, loud music, a completely steamy mirror that you can't see yourself in, an overtly energetic instructor on a mini-platform with her laptop to pump up the jams. It's all there. 45-minutes of a possible heart-attack if you take it there. The instructor, that I might have a steamy night with, encourages you and sings along to U2 and gets off the bike dancing through the isles, yelling at you to Take It There. And, to top it off: Empire State of Mind to remind you that you are living in New York City and there is nothing like it. Fists pump, hoots are hollered, and there's sweat. Lots of it. You could be riding next to Rihanna's agent, Kanye West, a supermodel, Wall Street's top dog, or Tonne Goodman's assistant.. but it doesn't matter.. because all there is in that room is sweat, music, and energy. That's how your Saturday morning is started.

How's that description? Hilarious? Except I'm not joking, at all! Hahaha I'm lucky to get to experience things like that in New York. It's so surreal and yet I feel at home, as if IF I lived in New York, one day, this would be my life.

Ha.

Brunch in the West Village at the favorite spot, then off to Brooklyn.. womp womp. Familiar faces were seen, hung out with The Good Friend, then back to Baltimore. A little warmer, a little quieter, and a lot more comfortable.

Farmer's Market this morning, no yoga this week because.. and drinking coffee. Been sleeping better, but still, not the best. Missing a few people, knitting winter goods, and still cooking and baking. Life is so good. It's easy enough, and you've got a long time to live.

You don't know me.

Foods I been makin

White bean & kale soup with parmesan crostini (and threw in veggie sausages for The Dude).
Homemade fettuccini with a red cream sauce and skrimp.
Peach cobbler with peaches from the farmer's market and organic vanilla ice cream. A la mode!
Veggie tacos in a corn tortilla, guacamole and a whole lotta otha stuff.
Anddd chocolate chocolate chocolate chip cookies for these guys.

I don't have any pictures because I get too anxious to eat.

Coming soon: (with pictures! I promise :) )
Pad thai
Apple pie
A quiche
and hopefully a leek and potato soup.

Now.. all I have to do is start making it all.