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Breakable flower boxes by Kingsday.
You know why you’re going to watch this? ‘Cause it’s less than a minute. (I get you. I am you.)
If you take part in only one self-servicing, luxurious act this week/month/year/what-have-you, then please arrange to have this facial.
I have taken part in a lifetime total of three facials in my twenty-eight years, and this last one makes me want to re-adjust all of my current priorities. The fact that it's a ninety-minute facial was the first thing I loved about it since, well, that's a long time. And when things take a long time, they're usually worth doing. And in that time, some crazy peels, masks and other unworldly things took place. What "unworldly" thing am I talking about? Um, I don't know - THE EXTRACTIONS! Do you, simple human, know what that means? Because, at the time, I did not. And it soon became my favourite part.
“An extraction is the process of clearing a clogged or compacted pore by manual or mechanical means. Extractions are often performed as part of a facial. Most people need at least a couple of extractions during each facial, though you may require more extractions if this is your first facial.”
(Imagine there were photos here of my extractions being done? I don't know if you and me are quite there yet, but just know that I was thinking about it. Would've been gross and beautiful somehow at the same, I think.)
Anyway, it was best part of the facial. A trained professional? Handling my pimps? In a neat-ass way with high-tech equipment? UM, that's amazing. The whole experience was phenomenal and I will definitely go back for another.
“The point of living and of being an optimist, is to be foolish enough to believe the best is yet to come.”
My brother Gary often says that I give everything a good review. He has compared it to when Homer becomes a food critic.
But you know that's not true. I can hate just as strongly as I can love. But that being said - this musical is probably THE BEST THING YOU CAN SEE ON BROADWAY RIGHT NOW.
Really. And I was honestly not expecting this good a time. It totally won me over mid-way through. At intermission, I was all, "Yeah, I get it. It's okay." And then the second act happened and suddenly my face was no longer part of my body - because it was blown away.
Did I like the movie Rocky? I did, it's a great movie. Am I crazy in love with that movie? No. I have other loves. And that's fine, calm down. My point is that you can still love this production. And if you see it and don't love it? That's... weird. I'll have no idea how to carry on a conversation with you because it was fantastic and should be enjoyed by everyone who sees it.
The sets were better than any I've ever seen on any stage - and maybe that seems abnormal to note, but you'll understand that more if you get a look at them. They're impeccable. The music? Meh. The music really wasn't anything special. And honestly, the fact that the songs weren't great and yet I still had a fun time should speak volumes. Definitely go see this. There are things I want to tell you specifically about why it was so originally well done, but if you're actually considering seeing it then I don't want to be the one to ruin certain cool things that happen when watching. It was such a great time. Go.
You can purchase tickets here.
From 7am until 10pm today, IHOP is giving out stacks of free, buttermilk pancakes at all their locations. As you may recall, I'm personally not that into pancakes - but promotional free food? Big fan.
This is the first quiche I've ever made. And if that doesn't impress you - well, that sucks, 'cause I'm trying really hard here to be a fully functioning, adult woman who can try new things and then be overly praised for my efforts. I don't think that's asking for much.
THIS is what I attempted to make. And this is what it was supposed to look like:
Photo by Skinny Mom
Photo by Skinny Mom
Here is what my version looked like:
Obviously my photos are nowhere-near-as-nice (keep in mind that I don't have any fancy lighting to help make it look as delicious as it was), but this was a crazy good quiche. It's a shockingly easy thing to make. I suspect more people don't make them because of the intimidating name that's attached. The word quiche comes from the word Küeche that means cake. And cake should never be intimidating, guys.
Here is my modified recipe that I tried and loved:
Ingredients
1 cup fat-free cottage cheese
2 cups (16 oz) egg white substitute, liquid
1/2 cup broccoli, cooked (in a pan with olive oil), chopped
1/2 cup reduced-fat, shredded cheddar cheese
1/4 tsp salt
1/4 tsp pepper
Nonstick cooking spray
Directions
Preheat oven to 375 degrees. Mix all ingredients in a large mixing bowl.
Spray 9 1/2 inch pie dish (all I could find were disposable 8 1/2 inch ones at the grocery stores, still worked) with cooking spray and pour ingredients in.
Bake for approximately 45 minutes or until center is just set.
(Sidenote: One day I will own beautiful plates and a gorgeous stovetop. I promise.)
Okay, I realize I'm talking about an episode of a show that aired ten months ago, I REALIZE THIS. I'm bringing it up now, though, because I have continuously thought about this one particular moment from it off and on for the past ten months (which is definitely abnormal, but still shareable information).
If you have Netflix, please just watch it on there. The quality is better and possibly more tear-inducing? The moment I'm referring to is from season nine of the American version of The Office, episode twenty-one ('Livin' The Dream') at thirty-three minutes into the episode. Even if you've never seen the show or even liked it or had ANY opinion on any sitcom ever made in the history of television - if this rendition of this song doesn't move you... I'm afraid you're dead inside. And I feel intense sorrow for you not being able to experience just how crazy nice this performance is. Even sober, I get teary just listening to it. Is it his voice? Is it the McLach? I DON'T KNOW. And I don't want to know. Beauty like this doesn't need to have an explanation.
If you don't have Netflix, I've attached it below (this version is actually pretty sweet) for you to see. Ed Helms, your voice is nuts and I want to marry you just so you'll sing to me at our wedding.