...is how I answered the phone yesterday. It's here and now this is what my dining table currently looks like! A MacBook Pro and a Wacom Bamboo drawing tablet. How hipster-swish-designer-pants am I? I need giant black rimmed glasses that over take my face and the facade will be complete. Nevermind the fact that I don't know how to use either piece of equipment yet.
The table only stayed like that for a moment before Scarlet brought in her own design tablets:
No more time to blog, the Beeble and I must create!
Today has been of sweet tea, sunshine, biscuits and rasberry jam (both made from scratch and tasting of heaven from a local cafe), a calm tummy, a nearly tidied house, sweet beeble and anticipation of the most exciting package I've ever received in the mail, arriving tomorrow! :)
Such excitement requires extremely long sentences ;)
I vlogged yesterday but forgot to post the link here! So here ya go:
I had all sorts of blog ideas that I could have done today but they were all a bit ambitious. Today is a day for the opposite of that. What I really feel like doing is snuggling up in bed and watching a crap ton of half-bad sitcoms on Netflix. I know that Netflix offers some good programming too, like 30 Rock for instance - one of my all time favorite shows. But sometimes ya just need good ole kitchy campy fun.
Here are my top three go to shows, available in the US for streaming that qualify as good bad TV:
Psych
This show is Scrubs + Monk + the Mentalist + Pineapples (super fans, there's a pineapple hidden in every episode) - any sort of semblance of crime reality. It's worth watching just for the one liners alone.
Drop Dead Diva
A bubbly, blond, wanna-be game show model dies and returns to this planet in a plus sized no muss no fuss lawyers body. It's like Legally Blond meets Law and Order.
Quantum Leap
Yay 80's! This show is about a time traveler who has to jump back in history to correct events that went wrong. Like any good time traveler (cough *Dr Who* cough) he has an assistant and faulty, cheesy looking technology that helps him along during his adventures.
I have other streaming binges I go on as well like the documentaries, the amazing "I shouldn't be alive" or "I married a murdererder" reenactment shows (there's some crazy ones there!) and all my British goodness; Downton Abbey, Dr Who, Torchwood, Stephen Fry in a America, etc. But I'm always on the hunt for more cheesy sitcoms. They're like junk food, you don't indulge for the nutritional value, you shove as much of it in your face as your maw can handle.
What are your favorite things to stream on Netflix?
Ever wondered why I love nail polish, specifically the Essie brand so much? Because fingers are reliable. Skin breaks out, hair frizzes and booties expand, making styling products and fashion less gratifying for a quick pick me up. No matter how bad the hair day or how big the booty, if I do my nails I feel at least four points better than I did before. Little effort, big reward and low risk of disappointing results. Plus, unlike make up or that perfect outfit, manicures stick around for a few days. Low maintenance primping. I'm allaboutsit.
Because happy nails = a happy Marie, I have quite a collection of polishes. I love OPI, China Glaze and gel nail products as much as the next girl but when you stack the price, color choice and a few other variables in there, Essie still reigns supreme for me.
Here's are my reasons (some you may not expect):
It's got the right amount of elasticity to it, so it doesn't chip and doesn't apply too thick.
It has a nice matte shine
Great color choices with even better color names (that's a biggie).
Square bottles! They're easy to organize and don't take up as much space as the traditional bottles
Small bottle size. I know it seems like you'd want more product for spending $8 on a polish but those bigger bottles gum up or dry out because as the product is used, the air space becomes a problem. I've never been able to finish a bottle of nail polish before the formula goes bad so why do I care if there are less oz anyway? Essie's bottles don't allow as much air space and the product lasts longer.
Color is usually the same in the bottle as it is on your fingertips. Unfortunately I don't adore the translucent colors as much as I do the opaques. They take a bit more patience in between layers and too many coats then I'm willing to give.
A lot of their colors can stand alone with one coat! One and done!
On to the test!
Normally doing my own nails is a mental break for me so I go all out with cuticle treatments, top coats, etc. but this time, we're testing Essie on it's own. I've painted my nails with two coats of my current favorite color "Who's The Boss" (used to be my favorite show too, that saucy Mona). No base or top coats for shine, nothing else but Essie alone.
Here's how they look now.
*Note to self, get dang date stamp off camera!
Let's see how they hold up against a 2 year old, daily dishes and full contact street fighting. Ya know, my typical day.
I'll update again on Monday and we'll see how they held through! (UPDATE HERE)
Today, around noon I realized that Scarlet and I were going to have the house to ourselves until about 7pm. It's so so so rare that I'm ever in this house by myself. I stopped in my tracks and a Grinch like smile slowly spread across my face as I tried to think of all the wild ways we could spend our unsupervised afternoon. What kinds of trouble could the Beeble and I get into that would be left unappreciated by Daddy and Nana? Oh, Oh! I know! Loud Disney sing alongs and old man food! Weeeeeeee! I was giddy at the thought. Yep, when left to my own devices, my idea of a thrill is to eat like an old kermudgen. A bit wild eyed, I scooped Scarlet up and danced my way to the kitchen. On the old man menu? An entire head of green cabbage sauteed with garlic and smoked sausage. I call it "Ohmigerd".
Makes ya feel a uncomfortable just looking at it right? Oh yea, I live on the edge. Heeh! I was so pleased with myself. I feel like this is the kind of food Statler and Waldorf would eat. Ryan would hate this meal. The thrill was high. As it steamed and bubbled on the stove and the entire house began to smell like cabbage (bonus sexy points), I blasted this video through the whole house and and sang along. Let me tell you, not a tune was carried, except maybe wolf crying at the moon part, feel like I nailed that.
Whaddaya expect though? I'm not going to twitter like a delicate princess when I'm eating like a long haul trucker. If you haven't seen this video - it's a must watch! The girl in it was only 15 at the time and made it entirely by herself.
I capped my meal with an oversized wine glass full of unsweetened cranberry juice (perfect right?) and filled my belly. There was a brief moment where I tried to figure out how I could roast my entire brussel sprout stock and then nom on it like Fred Flintstone but decided to save something for my next wild night of digestive debauchery.
Yesssss, blood red cranberry juice, butcher knife post it's leafy green kill and a disturbing sausage. While this meal would have put my husband off, I think I did Statler, Waldorf and Hitchcock proud. ;)
