tooth extractions and eggplant pasta

This morning at approximately 8:45, Dr. Dentist extracted my top two wisdom teeth. I have since discovered two things:

Number 1. The procedure was much less uncomfortable than I imagined.
Number 2. The effects of the procedure are much more painful than I imagined.

Now to take my mind off this ever increasing pain...photos of dinner I whipped up the other night. My first attempt at making an eggplant pasta dish. (Starting with a glass of cabernet sauviginon.)

awkwardness & awesomeness

Hi.

Last time I participated in Awkward & Awesome Thursday I wrote you this rap song. I did not write a song today. Nevertheless, enjoy.

AWKWARD
1. Trying to move your right hand and moving your left hand instead so "awkward" keeps looking like this: awd...awdk...awdw...awdward. Ugh.
2. Answering the phone at work and forgetting what to say.
3. Fearing I'd missed the trash truck, realizing I hadn't, and running outside to drag the bins to the curb while donning my robe and a towel turban.
4. Listening to some guy talk about the restraining order he has against him because he tackled his (now ex) girlfriend while they were in a fight. Drunk. And then listening to him question whether or not he should call her. (Sidenote: I just found out said guy is a teacher. Omigosh.)
5. Sitting in the chair at the dentist for 10 minutes trying to remove my nose ring so it wouldn't interfere with x-rays WHILE the hygienist is holding a mirror for me and realizing that it's stuck because of a booger. Awesome. I mean, awkward.

AWESOME
1. Realizing it's almost Friday (Boyfriend and I are traveling to visit Tremandi this weekend) Woot woot!
2. Making quesadillas, playing Munchkin, and visiting with a good friend who just got back from a two year stint in China.
3. Giving a haircut that turned out exactly how I intended. (much better than the alternative and ending up in the awkward category)
4. Having weather so nice I can leave the windows in my house open.
5. The heels I'm wearing today. I LOVE them.

And this is both awkward AND awesome. Yup, that's Mike "The Situation" with his siblings. In case you can't tell, he's in the middle. In the back.

found at this website

it's totally substitutable.

Here I am! Here I am!

I'm still around, I swear. I know we're seven days into this month and I haven't posted. Don't be mad, k?

To prove my unyielding devotion for blogworld, I have created a list. Just for you.

What I did this past weekend:
1. Happy Hour drinks with Mel @ Blue Mesa (2 to be exact)
2. A few more drinks at T&P with Mel (later joined by Boyfriend and a few other friends)
3. Slept late
4. Watched General Hospital
5. Watched Jersey Shore
6. Ordered Chinese food
7. Ate Chinese food
8. Watched The Illusionist
9. Repeat #7
10. Watched Wall Street: Money Never Sleeps
11. Party @ Married-Couple-Friends-No.2 to Celebrate March birthdays (Boyfriend's included)
12. Repeat #3
13. Watched Princess Protection Program (Don't judge! I enjoyed this Disney film with a 7 year old)
14. Repeat #7
15. Watched General Hospital
16. Watched Date Night
17. Watched Rush (!!sad!!)
18. Family Dinner @ Maw & Pops
19. Watched Secret Millionaire

Do you see anything productive on this list? Me neither.

For any critics out there [boyfriend!], I did shower. Both days. So there.

Please forgive me.

I'm 10 days late. With these photos. And the little blurb that goes with them. Perhaps it’s because Boyfriend and I don’t celebrate V-Day in the Hallmark sense of the word. Perhaps it’s because I’m lazy. Or a procrastinator. Or both. Either way…Boyfriend and I don’t do much when it comes to acknowledging Valentine’s Day. (although, I gave him a major shout out over here) But we do love each other. And we love to cook. And we love to cook each other. I mean, together. So that’s what we did. And we did it right.

It all started with a trip to Central Market on February 13th. The air was still. A low fog hung over the city, and heat from the afternoon’s sun rested on my skin. Just kidding. I don’t remember what the weather was like. Though I seem to remember wearing shorts, so it must have been descent. Anywho, we were in the market for an artichoke (and whatever else struck our fancy). We found the Goliath of artichokes within seconds of walking in the door. From there items just seemed to jump in our basket. Apparently Mr. Artichoke was quite the popular fellow and the other groceries just couldn’t help themselves. They just had to be around him. A couple of isles over from where we fell in love with found Mr. Artichoke, we happened upon lobster tail on sale for $5.99 each. ($2 off!) They hurled themselves into our shopping cart and did cartwheels until we reached the checkout line. (They didn’t want to scare the cashier) After meeting the lobster tail, Boyfriend suggested a “surf and turf” dinner for Valentine’s. Buttery lobster goodness and steakgrilledbyboyfriend?! Sold!

I present to you Mr. Artichoke.
And lobster tail.
Yes. That is a box of potatoes. Don’t judge me.
And everything else we took photos of.
The end.

Let's face it. I'm awkward.

It's true. I frequently find myself wanting to push words back in my mouth and down my throat. Unfortunately, quite a feat is impossible, so I'm usually left standing in a cloud of shame and embarrassment. Tad too dramatic? Ok. Maybe not a cloud. But a sting of shame anyway. And a bit of embarrassment. Supposedly it builds character, but whatev.

Moving on. To the tune of Mims popular hit, I present "This Is Why I'm Awkward." (it helps to have the song playing while you read my new and improved lyrics) Enjoy.

This is why I'm awkward [2x]
This is why [2x]
This is why I'm awkward
This is why I'm awkward [2x] Whoo
This is why [2x]
This is why I'm awkward

[2x]
I'm awkward cause I'm Asia
You ain't cause you're not
This is why [2x]
This is why I'm awkward

This is why I'm awkward
I just have to laugh
I can’t help but to sound like a goofball talking smack
I represent Fort Worth
Check Facebook if you like
I used to live off Beach
But I moved down the tracks
I love the east side
'Cause we have lots of trees
But a white girl in the hood
Says tons of silly things
Here on Normandy
We have many neighbors
But when I wave at cars
It just happens to be strangers
And when I meet new people
I tend to act real shy
But give me a drink–
I’ll talk to you all night
In my house and my dad’s
One-liners are my fav
Don’t fly with Peter Pan
Cause you’ll never never land
And if you don’t know
My boyfriend is real cute
I sing in the shower
Aretha to Ms. Swift
Boyfriend shakes his head from side to side
He thinks I’m a weirdo, and I think that he’s right

Grammy, anyone? Huh, huh?

my rack is better than yours.

Not like that! Come on people, get your mind out of the gutter. I'm talking about my pot rack. My ever-so-simple, easy as pie, built with love pot rack. For anyone who doesn't know, I got one of these babies for Christmas from my Mommies.
Oh boy was I stoked! I went to sleep that night with visions of power tools dancing in my head. Since then I have scoured the Internet, magazines, and blogland searching for inspiration. Something to use my new fancy pants drill for. Then I found it. Right over here at Apartment Therapy. My wheels weren't just turning, they were spinning. At warp speed. It was the perfect solution to my too small galley kitchen that isn't set up for an overhead pot rack.

Boyfriend and I headed to Home Depot, spent about 20 minutes debating which wood to use, and loaded the cart with everything else we thought we'd need.
I sanded all the wood, stained each piece, and let them sit overnight. After hours and hours about 30 minutes of assembly we had this beaut on our hands.Yay! I just love her! She's perfect! Go us! Enough excitement for ya? Oh, you want one more exclamation? Woooopeee!! There. All Done.

p.s. This is what I looked like today. In case you were wondering.