Do whatever you want. No, really.

FANTASTIC line from the new movie about Facebook.

From The Social Network: A movie about Facebook founder Mark Zuckerberg's start in the tech world.

MARK: You're really leaving?

ERICA takes MARK's hand and looks at him tenderly...

ERICA: Listen. You're going to be successful and rich. But you're going to go through life thinking that girls don't like you because you're a tech geek. And I want you to know, from the bottom of my heart, that that won't be true. It'll be because you're an asshole.

Ladies, how true is that line with so many tech guys?

This movie comes out in October. Get ready, facebook.

INSANE 80's Commercials - Teddy Ruxpin

I can't believe as a kid I owned one of these. And not only owned one, but took it everywhere with me.

And how did this appeal to kids? Franken-Teddy is just a little too creepy...

I heart creamsicles...

filed under: Another drawing for the fridge.

There is an ice cream truck that comes to our adult whiffle ball games... which is fantastic.  

French Fry holder for your car?

Wow... this makes me a little sad. Does it come with a robotic shovel that hauls french fries into your mouth? Let's make eating greasy fast food easier for an already unhealthy country. 

Samsung: Behind the masters

Hilarious.

Have no idea what this has to do with Samsung.

But...

Completely hilarious.

Filed under: SHOULD HAVE HAD MY CAMERA.

Seen in Portland, Maine:
Older man in all black leather and black sunglasses. Riding a bicycle with his arms stretched out (like a T)...

With at least 10 pidgeons resting on his arms, shoulders and head.

WANTED: MISSING FAVORITE SHOE

Last seen: weeks ago.
I've been missing my right foot shoe. My favorite pair. Nothing says awesome like some gold italian Giovy trainers.

French Strawberry & Blackberry dessert crepes

After watching Julie&Julia, I became a little inspired to cook. So I used Julia's recipe for French Crepes and my own recipe for Strawberry & Blackberry baileys sauce.

For a few summers in high school, I used to work at this little French Creperie in Kennebunkport. The Creperie, Oo La La, was owned by this fantasically eccentric woman named Rocky- who I'm still not sure if that was her real name. It has been years since it went out of business but the Crepes were amazing.

It's been a while so I set off to make some of my own.

Here's how to make these:
Step 1: Make a really messy kitchen.

Julia's French Crepe batter:
Ingredients
2/3 cup cold water
2/3 cup cold milk
3 eggs
½ tsp salt
1 cup flour (scooped and leveled)
3 tablespoons melted butter


Blend and chill in fridge for 30 minutes.
Brush melted butter on skillet on medium heat. Pour 1/3 cup of Crepe batter on hot skillet. Flip like a pancake.


Lola's Strawberry~Blackberry Liquor Crepe filling
Ingredients:
1 1/2 cups of crushed strawberries and blackberries
3 tablespoons (maybe a little more?) of Bailey's Irish Cream   
2 tablespoons melted butter
2 tablespoons sugar

Mix all ingredients together. That's it.


See photos below to see how to put these things together.
Use cream, powdered sugar and cinnamon to garnish.

Pages from THE BOOK.

From my little visual journal:

  

YEA! I hate waiting for waffles!

 Can Can dancing. 

birdie. 

No walls. (I don't pronounce Rs anyways)

"Every woman takes care of their Jewlery differently."

This is the wicker tea stand in my room. 

My jewelry box is a brass incense smoker from the 20's. Got it at an antiques show for $3 in North Carolina. Was practically black and green before I cleaned it. Holds my passport and necklaces now. LOVE it.

These two bottles of wine are probably vinegar now. One is from my travels in Italy a few years back.

The other is one of the bottles from my college graduation party.

That's Gladys the duck.

And yes, that's a martini glass holding my earrings.

Easter.

The worst cake I've ever decorated... Tacky jelly beans. Weird, depressing Peep. At least it tasted good.

Followed by some screwed up tie-dyed eggs...

happy easter. Sigh.

Google's animal translation

I love the farmer chasing the chickens around.

I love the farmer chasing the chickens around.

500 Miles on a bike + Raising money for Cancer research

As most of you know, I don't just sit back and do nothing. Never. I'm thinking about riding my bike 500 miles and raising money for Cancer research here in New England. There have been so many people affected by different forms of cancer in my life- and I'm sure there are for many other people as well.  I guess the big thing is that I want to do something about it.

I'm thinking of starting a new blog, tracking my cycling and making updates about everything going on. I'm not in the shape I used to be so it will be a little bit of a challenge. Hopefully people will donate.

Still planning some things out, but there will be news soon.

WHIRLY BALL

Whirly ball is playing lacross, with basketball styled backboards, all in bumper cars. I think it's a southern thing? Anyways, I would like there to be a whirly ball place in Maine. This is a picture from my friend's birthday last year.  I found this picture in my photo folder labeled: Dixieland.

Found this floating around on Facebook:

This morning I was awoken by my alarm clock powered by electricity generated by the public power monopoly regulated by the US Department of Energy. I then took a shower in the clean water provided by the municipal water utility. After that, I turned on the TV to one of the FCC regulated channels to see what the National Weather Service of the National Oceanographic and Atmospheric Administration determined the weather was going to be like using satellites designed, built, and launched by the National Aeronautics and Space Administration. I watched this while eating breakfast of US Department of Agriculture inspected food and taking the drugs which have been determined as safe by the Food and Drug Administration.

At the appropriate time as regulated by the US Congress and kept accurate by the National Institute of Standards and Technology and the US Naval Observatory. I get into my National Highway Traffic Safety Administration approved automobile and set out to work on the roads built by the local, state, and federal departments of transportation, possibly stopping to purchase additional fuel of a quality level determined by the Environmental Protection Agency, using legal tender issued by the Federal Reserve bank. On the way out the door I deposit any mail I have to send via the US Postal Service and drop the kids off at the public school.

After work, I drive my NHTSA car back home on the DOT roads, to a house which has not burned down in my absence because of the state and local building codes and fire marshal's inspection, and which has not been plundered of all it's valuables thanks to the local police department.

I then log on to the internet which was developed by the Defense Advanced Research Projects Administration and post on freerepublic.com and Fox News forums about how SOCIALISM in medicine is BAD because the government can't do anything right.

The Spring Music List

Spring Mix is in:

For a sample, click on the videos below.

DROPKICK MURPHYS BOSTON SHOW

Wow. Just craziness.

Recap:

3:30pm Friday:

John calls. Has free ticket.

4:30pm:

Leave work, drive to Boston.

5:00pm:

Stop in Kennebunk.

7:30pm:

Finally get to Boston. John Calls. He's kicked out of the show along with 3 friends. And no longer has tickets.

7:45pm:

Finally stop yelling at John for getting kicked out. Hug.

8:10pm:

Convince head security guard that John has disorder and that I'm his older sister that takes care of him. Get called "Babygirl" way too much. John talks to band member.

8:40pm: Get all four guys and myself into show. 20 minutes to spare.

9:00pm: DROPKICK MURPHYS SHOW

AWESOME.

Amazing. Ok Go does it again.

When I was 17, the only thing that could make me smile was an Ok Go song... I'm 25 and this remains true.

Co-worker's dog.

I've have been cracking up everytime I see this photo.