tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78881440379685509152024-02-19T04:06:30.520-05:00soup<b>cream of vegetable eyeball</b>soupiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11177448912896221849noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888144037968550915.post-70902370072574554132009-06-14T16:28:00.006-04:002009-06-14T16:52:09.070-04:00Another Reason Why Organics Rule<div align="left">Mbf and I went to a house party last night to help celebrate my friend C’s recent marriage. They had a quiet civil ceremony at city hall last weekend, and then hosted last night separately to keep things simple. It had a games theme – and get this – yours truly outscored ALL the men on the racecar driving game. *grin* It was pretty fun actually, with a real-sized steering wheel and foot pedals and everything. (Thankfully it had an automatic setting – I can’t drive stick to save my life.) But yeah, I kicked butt and took names. C’s husband had it all set up super-sweet: the game was projected through an LCD player onto this big movie screen on the wall. Wish I could say I did as well at the Wii portion of the evening. (I suck soooo bad at Wii – and I have no idea why - and no one else could figure out what I was doing wrong. Maybe I just need more practice or something. I’d only ever played once before… when C and I snuck out of a work conference early and went back to her place to play Wii bowling… which I also suck at. *sigh* Anyone willing to coach me so I don’t have to suffer further public humiliation? Pleeeeease?) I’ll just have to rest on the laurels of my driving prowess, I guess. </div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">Anyway, I was going to post this last night when I got home, but I ended up falling asleep in my clothes after I got done taking my make-up off. When Charlie woke me up this morning looking for food, I was still in the same position I had crashed in. I completely blame that bottle of organic Dolcetto Di Dogliani, 2006. It did me in. But HA! This means that I can finally get my drink on again – complete sobriety simply did not suit this girl. At all. Rotten allergies. *shakes fist* [I became anaphylactic in February and have a ridiculous number of things I am now allergic to. We're talking Epi-Pen City. More on that later.] Funnily enough though, mbf, even after all these years, had no idea that I was “feeling the effects” until I told him in the car on the way home. </div><div align="left"><br /><strong>Mbf:</strong> Really? You are?</div><div align="left"><strong>Me:</strong> *grins* Yep, ‘lil bit.</div><div align="left"><strong>Mbf:</strong> So this means you can get drunk and stuff again?</div><div align="left"><strong>Me:</strong> I think so…! Yay for organic wine!</div><div align="left"><strong>Mbf:</strong> HA! I just thought you were having a good time.</div><div align="left"><strong>Me:</strong> I was, but there was that little added element… it always makes me giggle more.</div><div align="left"><strong>Mbf:</strong> Yeah, you’ve always been a happy drunk.</div><div align="left"><strong>Me:</strong> This is the best news EVER! I can hide amongst the sober and hatch my evil plans…</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 208px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347285092350641426" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1vKUPbP3kIhEBrVgaoS-FSshhZn-z9PiyqopLL7u-fEX1tzdI-IexWr89LB5xs64MsiAgFLiF3nXY3tRD5gQi2VzEfKC7NwFjbQh3lkBlmFHW4EzCXnuiB3D88dfRg8yyjAlBKII2D-EN/s320/charlie.jpg" /> <p align="center"><small>This is that Charlie I was mentioning earlier. He wouldn't stay still, so there's a bit of an "effect" as a result. He loves to camp in his IKEA tents... Yes, <i>tents</i>. He has three. And a silly mom </small><small>who loves his little fuzzy face to bits.</small><br /></p>soupiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11177448912896221849noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888144037968550915.post-89104079229859419422009-06-13T11:31:00.011-04:002009-06-13T11:44:46.766-04:00It's Almost Summer<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1GN4xPRceffsImJYDD-Hkg-z5dGaemZIQU1g7YTAOuhDCARedwn-U1TOcEpR34QeciO1ZoVwD_sgUvOzec8T2C_lwqL-PnZhTQIGbngBm8SkHFCgUgBYXHutTuoTGZOmpB2_dNwM9_2qt/s1600-h/June+photo.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 303px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 211px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346837706844321170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1GN4xPRceffsImJYDD-Hkg-z5dGaemZIQU1g7YTAOuhDCARedwn-U1TOcEpR34QeciO1ZoVwD_sgUvOzec8T2C_lwqL-PnZhTQIGbngBm8SkHFCgUgBYXHutTuoTGZOmpB2_dNwM9_2qt/s320/June+photo.jpg" /></a> I was just out on the balcony thinking yet again this year how glad I am that we are on the third floor, right in the tree canopy. It's the closest thing you will get to a back yard in a city center high-rise. That being said, it will still be a few years before I have the down payment together for a house... and then I'll have a real backyard of my very own. And a mortgage. And a lawnmower. And weeds. Hey... wait a second!soupiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11177448912896221849noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888144037968550915.post-41172602440219236972009-06-09T12:19:00.007-04:002009-06-09T12:32:32.377-04:00Egmont Insists...... that this is <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">tantamount</span> to phoning it in, but it makes me giggle every time I see it, so I had to share. (There are 18 of these featuring different animals and birds by the way. It's a few years old - the ad campaign that is - but I think you'll agree it's a classic.)<br /><br /><p><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fxPg7CwtG2w&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0xe1600f&color2=0xfebd01"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fxPg7CwtG2w&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0xe1600f&color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><p></p>soupiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11177448912896221849noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888144037968550915.post-40611378554176496832009-05-24T12:58:00.015-04:002009-05-24T13:55:27.567-04:00A Grand Re-Opening: SoupPretend for a moment that my bloggy kitchen caught fire and all my previous entries were violently consumed in deletey-type flames... except for the last two that is. (They're singed and a bit crispy, but still serviceable.) Now imagine that the cyberwalls have been re-painted, a new sign hung, and a new menu rolled-out that truly embraces this curious soup theme. Oh, and then meet Egmont! He's been hired to edit, add his two-cents, and generally manage things when I am away or in danger of sounding too serious. (Maybe it's because of his consistently sunny disposition, but I can't help feeling like we'll get along just fine.)<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 131px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339444716159121762" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinAU5DAhrTOF_GLj9v9Vw5ShndkIv_IjznfPKsX5YtrpFS5rXWxjYvvtqngcA-xYEV31gVXbWBEcAiSGX0Xwvq_i5HveXa8G_OJQpSpWivg7oatjH4lJson-xIxqJVYgZ-3e5PTnxay8zB/s320/iStock_000008956207XSmall.jpg" />soupiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11177448912896221849noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888144037968550915.post-20866491120787621002009-04-28T20:46:00.002-04:002009-04-28T20:47:04.547-04:00No One Said This Had to Have a PointSo we're sitting in the cheapie movie theatre watching <u>The Stone of Destiny</u> when the entire row of seats begins to shudder and then suddenly mbf disappears from beside me.<br /><p><b>Me:</b> *looks down at mbf on the floor*<br /><b>Mbf:</b> What the f@%k? *tries to move*<br /><b>Me:</b> Are you okay? *stiffles a giggle*<br /><b>Mbf:</b> My seat just broke in two places! *struggles to get up off the floor*<br /><b>People Across the Aisle:</b> *laughing and pointing at us in the dark*<br /><b>Me:</b> *hauling on his free arm* C'mon you, get up off the floor.<br /><b>People Two Rows Ahead of Us:</b> Shhhhhhh...!<br /><b>Me:</b> *whispers* You're not hurt are you?<br /><b>Mbf:</b> No... *jumps to his feet and sharply straightens clothing*<br /><b>Me:</b> Oh, sit down already. Here: take my old seat. Now are you understanding what's been said?<br /><b>Mbf:</b> No... not really. <br /><b>Me:</b> How far back?<br /><b>Mbf:</b> *shrugs*<br /><b>Me:</b> *rolls eyes and starts the re-cap* Okay, well you see, the two main guys went to the pub to...<br /><p>In other words, if his seat hadn't disintegrated beneath him, he would have sat through the whole movie catching nary a bloody word. For some reason mbf has a really hard time understanding Scottish accents, and even most English accents for that matter - which surprising really, considering the fact that he lived there for a bit.<p>soupiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11177448912896221849noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888144037968550915.post-61958224168809583802009-04-19T17:14:00.007-04:002009-05-24T14:19:23.652-04:00In Lieu of Fall and Winter...<p>The other night mbf and I got into a funny conversation about childhood memories. Now keep in mind that we come from two totally different cultures, so to find a common experience between us is fairly rare. </p><p><b>Mbf:</b> I remember that I really loved to play with Legos!<br /><b>Me:</b> You had Legos? No way! I loved Legos too... I played with my brother's. Well, maybe they were ours combined, but they stayed in his room.<br /><b>Mbf:</b> Yeah? I used to build all sort of things with them...<br /><b>Me:</b> Me too! Hey! We should get some for us and build little cities and stuff.<br /><b>Mbf:</b> Cool! Hey - Did you know that you can now get erotic Lego?<br /><b>Me:</b> Really? *raises an eyebrow*<br /><b>Mbf:</b> Yeah! They have these little tiny battery-powered motors...<br /><b>Me:</b> BAWAHAHAHAHAH!<br /><b>Mbf:</b> What the...? *looks shocked at sudden outburst*<br /><b>Me:</b> You meant ROBOTIC! *continues to giggle*<br /><b>Mbf:</b> Yeah... Why what did you think I said? *still looking confused* </p><p><p>Did I mention that sometimes our respective accents get in the way of clear communication? He says that on average, he misses at least 30% of everything I say because of MY accent. The funny thing is, that until I met him, I didn't HAVE an accent. *laughs* <p></p>soupiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11177448912896221849noreply@blogger.com2