Multicultural Munch and Movie Night

Once again, yes it's that time of the month again, Carrie my cousin came over the other night and we lived it up with nachos GRANDE! First we put tortilla chips on a baking sheet and smothered them with shredded cheese, then stuck that in the oven for a few minutes. Once the cheese was all melty and the chips uber crispy and warm, we stacked them with homemade guacamole, homemade salsa, refried beans, black olives, jalapenos, and sour cream...then we devoured them...mmmm... I will partake of the leftovers. She also got to meet Milo!! The latest edition to my family, my Holland lop-eared rabbit. He warmed to Carrie really nicely, and thankfully didn't bite her...even though he bites everything else.

It was a rather multi-cultural night, as we ate Mexican food, beneath the light of our festive Chinese lantern lights, then dipped into some Italian ice made in Canada, and drooled over all of the beautiful British people in Gosford Park. We ended the night in a fit of giggles over practically everything in my house coming from my MOM, and the saucy Mean Girls movie, and whether or not Carrie should adopt Clive Owen and whether or not her husband would get along with him...Good times, no, correction...GREAT times.

Meet Milo!

I've had cats, my best friend hates birds and my cousin says fish are boring...Hence I got a rabbit. His name is Milo, although my dad likes to call him Rosco, also I think his back looks like the inkblot test so maybe his middle name can be Rorschach! He is 12-weeks old and very friendly, not yet litter trained but I hope to remedy that. His interests include chewing on his bed, tossing toilet paper rolls, chewing on my old jeans, and leaving black jelly beans where ever he goes. I'm looking forward to teaching him some tricks.

Happy St. Patrick's Day!!!

If you can't tell from this photo, I'm Irish on both sides of the tracks. So how am I celebrating this fabulously lovely day, I'm sporting my green and spending the evening picking up my new pet!!! (photos to come) Plus I don't drink so I will probably eat my pistachio ice cream and watch the new episode of Bones. My Grandma and Grandpa on the other hand go all out and throw an all green, card-playing, corn-beef eating kind of party for their friends in the 65 and up club. Today everyone's Irish!

This is where I work...just kidding, but I actually work in a building that shares its alley way with this gem right here. I believe a building was demolished and this gigantic amphitheater of a hole was left, complete with tire and cushionless sofa. My boss thinks it would be a great outdoor venue for music, however a lot of our audience might be a bit a shady. I'm itching to trespass some weekend and take more photos of this forgotten corner.

A Sundae to Steal the Heart

Just look at it, gorgeous right? On a simply lovely Friday evening, my co-pilot cousin Carrie and I engaged in our monthly munch and movie night! Tonight's fare--Homemade Twice Baked Potatoes and Dolled Up Sundaes!!!! Here, carbs are our comrads. The potatoes were stuffed with bacon, cheese, chives, red onion, spinach and sour cream, the sundaes smothered in whipped cream, sprinkles, nuts, fudge, and maraschino cherries. While blissfully going into a food coma and overdosing on whipped cream (yeah I'm looking at you Carrie) we watched the terrible 80s gem Better Off Dead, John Cusack, his Camaro and the crazy kid with the vendetta for $2 were the best parts. I don't know what they smoked in the 80s but it was probably something found in a shoebox in someone's 1960s closet because the movie was a trip and a half. Then at the end we had a good bout of laughter and watched Real Genius, during the course of which we began discussing all of the strange and memorable dreams we'd had over the years.

Memorable quotes: 
The Mom: "Fraunch Fries, Fraunch Dressing, Fraunch Toast..."
Carrie: "Nicole isn't this movie so relatable, wasn't your youth just like this?"
Jordan: "I made you a sweater."
N: "Wait don't tell me, is the French girl a mechanic too?" C: "Maybe?"
N: "Not the sax."
Carrie: "You know if someone just started reading this dream journal of yours they would think you clinically insane."