What Do I Want To Do Today? Talk About Birthdays

I have a very specific philosophy about birthdays: no one should have to make, purchase, or worry about their birthday cake (or birthday dessert.  Some people don’t like cake.  Whatevs).

Combine that with an almost obsessive need for me to make sure that those closest to me know that their birthdays are coming up because I worry that maybe they don’t know that they have a birthday and that they aren’t sufficiently planning and we have a one-sided conversation like this:

Your birthday is coming up. Do you know what your plans are? Do you need me to make something? You should let me make something. I should make something. I don’t want you to have to worry about it.  I just want you to have a good birthday and not stress. Just let me make something, ok?  It’ll make me feel better.

Then add to that the fact that I want to BE PERFECT AT EVERYTHING so I also go over the top.  Always. Continue reading

What Do I Want To Do Today? Learn To Throw Knives

Months and months and months ago when the trailer for Sherlock Holmes 2: Robert Downey Jr Is Still A Badass came out, I was fascinated by this scene:Yup, that’s a chick about to throw a knife that she grabbed from her convenient thigh knife holder located up in the depths of her skirt (the link above takes you to the full trailer in case you actually want to watch the scene). Not that we haven’t all seen a ton of hot chicks throwing sharp, possibly phallic things in movies, and I know that movies are fake and maybe this girl isn’t really a gypsy who learned to throw knives when she was in the womb; but when I saw this I started wondering how difficult it would be for me, a real person, to learn to throw knives. Continue reading

What Do I Want To Do Today? Shout Outs

I recently ordered some super cutie-cute-cute-pants (I don’t know what that means either, it just seemed appropriate) earrings from my darling friend, RMichelle.  She makes such perfect little pieces that I wanted to show these off:

Isn’t that the most adorable tiny rose earring you’ve ever seen in your life?  Doesn’t my hand look frighteningly weird and large?

RMichelle is such a doll I just had to give her some love and spread the word about her shop.*  I’m positive you’ll be able to find something really cute for yourself or *ahem* your mom… you know… cause you probably haven’t gotten her anything for Mother’s Day yet and yes, flowers are a cop out because do you realize what that woman went through to get you here (do you??) and flowers DIE so stop buying flowers cause it’s easy, y’all.  Buy her fake ones.  That are attached to a post.  That she can stick in her ear lobes.

 

Also, I really must share this photo:

Yes, that is my mister in a tux driving a golf cart with his brother dressed like some Indian prince in the passenger seat.  A big ol’ thank you and credit goes to my cousin, Ram, who captured this awesomeness for me since I didn’t get to see it in person.  And now I’m sharing it with you and probably totally embarrassing my mister (love you!).

Next shout out goes to my other cousin, Lakshmi, for keeping my drink flush with gin when it was needed most: at a wedding.  Girl, you are the wind beneath my drunken wings.

Squinty face was brought to you by the sun, gin, and Ravi’s camera.  So last shout out goes to Ravi for letting me use his photo. Thanks, dude!

 

*Please know that RMichelle did not pay me nor did she ask me to “holla”.  That was all me, y’all.

What Do I Want To Do Today? Probably Narrowly Escape Arrest

I know the title sounds sensational, but I promise that what I am about to share is all true.

And then wedding photos!

But first, Dr. StrangeGlove or: How I Learned To Stop Worrying and Start Loving The F-Bomb

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What Do I Want To Do Today? Relive San Francisco

It’s been two days since the mister and I got back from my brother-in-law’s super fantastical uh-maz-ing wedding, and I’m still getting back into the groove of things.

You know, the ‘make sure to feed myself and the animals in a timely manner then figure out what project I want to work on next but which episode of Star Trek did I last watch and have I finished all of The Guild yet?’ groove. Total first world problems, y’all.

Even as amazeballs as that all sounds, I had such a great time in the greater San Francisco/San Jose area that I’m missing everyone and everything. As such, that means you’re going to be forced have the chance to relive the last week with me.

Probably for the next couple of posts.

SOORRRYY.

Oh, and I didn’t get many pics of the wedding because I was busy helping and being day of coordinator and purchasing cakes the day before the wedding and then picking them up the day of the wedding and then yelling at photographers.

SOORRRYY.

Onward, with a story, shall we?

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What Do I Want To Do Today? Get Festive

I’m getting ready for my brother-in-law’s wedding festivities this week/weekend (congrats, Neil and Tania!), so I’ll be on hiatus this week.

If you haven’t already started crying because you don’t know how you’ll make it without me (don’t feel bad, it happens to everyone), then maybe you should treat yourself to some Ted Talks?

http://www.ted.com/

Still sniffling?  It’s ok. I promise I’ll bring back some pictures for you to see.

 

What Do I Want To Do Today? Make Something Awesome Out Of Something Not Awesome

A couple of months ago I learned through the webs that one could make a pizza crust out of cauliflower.

Really.  It’s true.

Then I tried it and it sucked.

Really.  It’s true.

Then I saw that everyone on Pinterest was pinning the damn recipe.

Then my friend, Sharky, made it and said it was good.

Well, hell.  Now I have to try making it again.  Because I’ll be damned if I’m going to let some stupid cauliflower best me.

Watch your back, Cauliflower.

For my second attempt, I used the recipe that Sharky tried.  It can be found at the blog Eat. Drink. Smile.

Just how did it turn out? Well, for starters it was… awesome.

Really.  It’s true.

The crust didn’t taste like cauliflower at all, it was just a good little homemade pizza.  The mister even ate it, so you know that’s a big plus because unlike most stereotypical men, he is not a human garbage truck that will throw any seemingly edible thing into his open maw.

I tried finding the first recipe in order to compare the two.  Turns out, the site doesn’t even exist any more.  Well, boo on that.  It’s also pretty telling though.  What damn recipe did I use the first time around?

I do remember some of the differences: the first recipe used parmesan instead of mozarella, it added salt (WHY?), and said to make the dough super thin.  It was a burnt, salty mess.  I’m not a bad cook, either (mostly).  And I can follow directions (mostly).

To prove it, here are the pics of the pizza I made.  I dare you not to throw your computer across the room and run screaming all the way to the nearest store, stomping angrily till you find the head of cauliflower you plan on snackrificing to the pizza crust gods.  Double dog dare you, even.

(Just click on one of the pics and then you can scroll through them.  Ignore the ‘show as slideshow’ part.  It’s lame.)

 

What Do I Want To Do Today? Figure Out My Thoughts On The Movie Inception

So, the title sounds completely ridiculous.  Inception was just a movie and why the hell would I need to figure out my thoughts on it?  It came out like, two years ago.

But here’s the thing:  I saw the movie in theaters when it first came out and I kinda didn’t love it.

Before you all collectively decide to throw rotten cabbages at me for shitting upon an American treasure, let me explain myself.

Everyone I was with when I saw the movie was practically gushing love and offering to be organ donors to the movie should the need ever arise (um, ok people you can’t donate organs to a movie, but whatever).

I mean, the movie ended, the lights came up, and everyone in the group just turns to each other and starts raving over how UH-MAH-ZING and life changing the movie was.  And all I could think was, “Why?”

In truth, I wanted to like Inception. Really. I tried to love it like everyone else. Honest.  I mean, I’m not some half harpy, half bridge troll who just hates everything and wants to destroy all the joy in the world.  I love things. I love getting excited about things.  I want to find something awesome in everything.

Ok, maybe not everything. I mean, do you really want to go looking for the awesome in this?

But here was this movie that everyone universally seemed to adore and I just wasn’t feeling it.  I started to think something was wrong with me.  Was I just too dumb to get it?  I felt like I followed the premise pretty clearly and I understood the continuous convolutions they kept trying to put us through, but maybe I only thought I followed along and understood.  Is that the INCEPTION of Inception?

Ok, well, let’s say I really did get it, why couldn’t I just submit to the will of Christopher Nolan and just bask in the glow of his apparent all-knowing awesomesauce?

I thought about this for a while after seeing the movie and then just one day forgot I cared about this specific inadequacy.

I’m not saying I’m ADD, but

OMG, GLITTER!

Every once in a while a friend would bring up how great the movie was and everyone would agree and then I’d remember that feeling I had when I first saw it and I would admit that I didn’t really like it.  Each time, I wouldn’t be able to express WHY I didn’t like it and I’d just mumble something about how I just wasn’t smart enough to get it.

I started thinking about it recently, though.  What specifically was it that I didn’t like about the movie?

Today I’m going to figure that out.

I know you’re very excited, aren’t you?

When I went to rent the movie (yes, I rented the movie at the movie store like some damn interdisciplinary film/ modern dance student), the guy behind the counter saw the title I chose, sighed happily, and said, “I hope you enjoy the best movie ever!  Sorry, I just LOVE that movie.”

See??  SEE?  EVERYONE loves this movie, even hipsters who work at outdated niche stores.

All of these things are just like the other.

Sigh, I know I’m being mean.  He was a really nice guy.  Blech, this movie’s got me all hating on everyone. Maybe that’s the INCEPTION of Inception?

Well, I get the movie home and start watching it.  In order to recreate a movie theater experience (as much as one can in one’s home, sitting on the comfiest couch in the world, eating chili, and surrounded by animals) I make sure to avoid pausing it and to try to not ask my questions aloud.

Here’s my take (and if it’s been more than a day since you’ve seen the movie, then this probably won’t make sense):

  •  The sets, filming, and all visuals are stunning.  Absolutely stunning. Phenomenal. The team that it must have taken to create all of that is mind-boggling and they probably didn’t get paid enough. And I remember thinking that the first time I saw it. In fact, I think that is one of the biggest reasons that people like the movie.
  • The main idea is solid and interesting.  We have a world in which a dude has figured out how to invade and “architect” another person’s dream so that he can extract information and secrets or *shock of all shocks!* he can also suggest/implant ideas and thoughts so as to influence the subject’s actions in reality once they wake up (that’s the whole Inception part of Inception).  That’s pretty cool.
  • The idea of sub-dreams and sub-sub-dreams and sub-sub-sub-dreams I am willing to buy into.  I’m already going along with the premise that crazy Leonardo DiCaprio and a scrappy Joseph Gordon-Levitt can invade my dreams, might as well assume there are sub levels to that.
  • Backstory as to why Leo is cray cray.  Got it.  All good and I’m going with it.

As I was watching, though, I started remembering what I thought and felt as I watched it the first time.

I actually DID like the movie.  I remember thinking it was really well done and I felt the same this time around.  But, I didn’t LOVE it.  I thought it was a good movie, not a great movie. This is why:

  •  I felt that Christopher Nolan was asking me to suspend too much disbelief. I think audiences were too willing to fill in the blanks and accept the unanswered questions about the world he created.  I just really don’t like it when a director does this.  I’m not saying I don’t like cliffhangers, or thought-provoking scenes that don’t answer everything, or that I need every single thing spelled out for me. But what I do mean is that the world he constructed didn’t feel fully fleshed out.  These were the kinds of questions I started asking myself (and couldn’t stop asking) about 2/3 of the way into the movie:
  1. So if you have an “architect” create a dream world, do you just ask them to keep creating sub dream worlds “just in case” you need to go deeper? If they don’t have a sub dream world, or a back up architect like they conveniently had when they went into Cillian Murphy‘s dream, then what?
  2. Where are these dream worlds stored?  In that one suitcase?  On a brain hard-drive?  If it’s in the architect’s brain, what if they eff up and don’t/can’t access it when they go out to do their Inception?
  3. How did you get that suitcase in your sub-dream worlds?  Did the architect have to create that?  Or the person holding it?  How accurate of a creation does the suitcase have to be for you to be able to use it to get to another sub-world?
  4. Is there really a drug that can knock you out for 10 hours but not eff with your “inner ear equilibrium”?
  5. Why was there no flying?  It’s a dream world and you’re telling me NO ONE thought to fly?  Bollocks.
  6. Why didn’t they think up bullet proof vests and shatter proof cars?  That would have saved them so much time and effort.
  7. Why on earth did Ken Watanabe go into Cillian Murphy’s dream?  If he’s a competing businessman then Cillian Murhpy would know who he is and that would Inception the whole Inception or whatever.
  8. How did Leo and Marion Cotillard get into limbo the first time?
  9. What happens if you die in limbo?  What if you’re on a sedative and die in limbo?

And you may say that if I watched it 12 times the movie would answer all of those questions or maybe that my questions are inconsequential to the whole damn movie (they probably are), or if you view the whole movie as a dream then maybe the plot holes were there on purpose, but the point is that I was so compelled to ask these questions (and more) while I watching the movie that I couldn’t full immerse myself into Christopher Nolan’s brainchild.  And it felt like maybe he tried to cover it up with beautiful action and scenery (which, I will be the first to admit, was friggin’ awesome, but I hate feeling like I’m being duped).

  • I also had trouble believing that a supposedly successful businessman (Ken Watanabe) could make such shitty decisions like hiring some dudes to “architect” the dreams of his competitor for the sole purpose of suggesting to the guy think that he should break up his company.  REALLY?  Are you that horrible at your job that you can’t possibly think of another, probably cheaper way, to best your competitor?  And why the fuck would you then, Mr. Asian businessman, go into your competitor’s dream, possibly ruining the whole deal?  How dumb are you?  I mean, even if the whole damn thing is a dream, did no one else dreaming think to question the stupidity of that premise?

 

I know, it sounds like a lot of hate, but that’s not my intent.  I just wanted to understand and pinpoint what it was that didn’t sit right with me.  All of those things aside, I truly did enjoy the movie.  It was fun, the acting was great, and of course I could blather on all day about the action and sets and whatnot.  I just didn’t love it.

That’s ok, though.  There are plenty of other things out there to love… like South Park’s take on Inception.

http://www.southparkstudios.com/full-episodes/s14e10-insheeption

What Do I Want To Do Today? Join A Kickball Team

Y’all.

Y’all.

I never thought in a million years I would join a kickball team.

Not that I’m opposed to kickball or teams.  Quite the contrary actually.  I LOVE teamwork.  LOVE.  Love like if teamwork was a person my mister might have to watch out.  Anyone who knows me knows how crazy idiotic I get over anything I can cheer for, at, or with.  My friends and I have this game where we try to decide what we love so much that we’d claim ourselves gay for it (we might not be fit to go out in public).  As you probably guessed, the unanimous conclusion is that I’m gay for teamwork.

I can’t even fathom anyone not loving teamwork!

So what could possibly make the thought of joining a kickball team seem so wild to me?  Well, the thing is that I haven’t played any sport in roughly 13 years (intramural indoor soccer in college does not count) and I haven’t played kickball in roughly 19 years.  Jesus Christ, I sound old.  Also, I kinda was never good at kickball. And the kids laughed at me.  And the gym teacher pointed and laughed and told the kids to laugh louder.  And then all the animals came out of the woods just so they could laughed at me.  Then the skies opened up and trumpets from heaven did that “wahn wahn” sound.

Maybe I’m misremembering a couple of things…

Anyways… When a couple of very awesome ladies I know mentioned they were on a  co-ed kickball team, I was intrigued and said it sounded like fun and then they said I should join. And they seemed to mean it.

I did not expect that.

Ok another thing about me is that I really get caught up in excitement over things.  So much so that I should probably not be allowed in mobs.

Except flash mobs.

Anyways, the point is that they were so excited and it sounded like so much fun and they said I should join and so I just got all giddy and said yes without thinking about it.

Because that’s kind of how I do things.

Then the reality set in.  I mean, I’m totally unprepared to say, sprint 60 feet four times in a row.  Or kick a ball to not a person. Or other kickball things that happen in kickball.

And then there’s the fact that I hate disappointing people. (wow, this is really share time, today, isn’t it?)  The first time I saw Dollhouse, when Echo says, “I try to be my best,” I was all like, “I KNOW! That gal, wow, she totally gets me!” And the mister was all like, “I don’t think that’s what you’re supposed to think.”

It’s also apparently ramble day over here because I keep getting off topic.  Ok, so I’ve agreed to join a kickball team and I start feeling nervous.

So nervous that today, the day of our first game, I emailed and/or messaged both my friends Seeherknit and Sharky in a panic because just thinking about the game makes me all ralph-y inside (puke ralph-y, not Simpsons Ralphie).  They do their best to calm me down.  I think the best was when Sharky said, “it’s f-ing kickball,” then I realized that maybe it is ok to stop worrying.

I still had a little residual nervousness when I got to the game, but everyone was so nice and friendly that I felt much more at ease.  In fact, I had a great time.

So the moral of the story is that even if something makes you nervous and feel like you’re going to puke, you’re probably just wrong and overreacting so shut up already and just do the damn thing. (that’s what she said?)

I was only able to take a couple of pics with the camera on my phone, but here they are:

Kickball field and people that I don’t know. It was a beautiful day and I’m positive these random strangers enjoyed it as much as I did.
Home plate.
Squinting in the sun and trying not to puke. This a good look for me, yes?

 

Oh, since there are two Erins on the team, we thought about coming up with a nickname for me.  Some of the suggestions were Inala (my last name), bruiser, and my personal suggestion was Ace.  However, I’d love to know if y’all have any suggestions.  So, come on guys, hit me with your best shot. (that’s what she said!)

What Do I Want To Do Today? Reveal the Gender… Reveal Party Pics

So, there’s this party I was planning that I kind of went on and on about (yup, three different links there) but in a totally unhelpful and annoying way.  So…

let’s recap:

  • my friend is all in the family way n’ stuff
  • she wanted me to help with a gender reveal party
  • umm… my friend is pregnant so I’m kind of going to plan that party for her so she doesn’t have to stress over dumb shit like font types and decorations and whatnot
  • So I planned a gender reveal party for my friend.

Now on to the pictures because I know reading is so hard (unless it’s the Hunger Games series, that shit is a fast read, yo).

You’ll see that I was pretty heavy handed with the red and turquoise, but I think it actually came across well as opposed to over done.

Oh, and I’m going to make you read more.  Sorry.

In the living room: As I was creating decorations it seemed that, in addition to a red and turquoise theme, a circle motif started evolving, too.  I sewed hand-cut red and turquoise circles into several strands and hung them above our girl vs. boy tally chalkboard and boy or girl pins for everyone to wear.  The bookcase held spray painted baby blocks along with paper and pencils for anyone who wanted to suggest a name for the baby.  It was pretty hilarious to see what people wanted to name the baby.  I’m just going to have to boast that my name choice, ‘Oprah Hawking,’ won for best suggestion. On the main wall I did something different and actually put paper plates on it. Yes, I really did that.  Then on the ceiling I hung paper zig-zag strands.

In the kitchen:  My main focus for the kitchen was finding a way to incorporate the oven clip art that we had on the invitation, but I also wanted to add a really interesting design piece for the food table. For that piece, I created about 55 paper rosettes in red, turquoise, and red with white polka dots and hot glued them to three foam core boards to create a large backdrop for the table.  On the table, I used red and turquoise linens and made sure that the serving pieces all matched with the theme.  I spray painted cake stands to match and hand cut turquoise doilies to go on them. The real pièce de résistance is the cardboard replica I made of the oven from the invitation. Then I also designed some signs to go up the kitchen that incorporated the bun in the oven clip art, too.  I’m particularly happy with the fridge one – I thought of it at 2 in the morning one night and knew I had to make it.

For the backyard: I wanted the party to mix and mingle through three areas – the living room, the kitchen, and the backyard.  Unfortunately I didn’t get a lot of photos of the backyard itself, so the photos I am posting are from the photobooth.  I’m using a couple to give a sense of the backyard and to show off some of the props we had for the photobooth.  To note, I put up red and turquoise tissue balls in the trees and set up several areas of chairs and side tables (covered with red and turquoise linens) in addition to the turquoise backdrop for the photobooth. The photobooth had a mix of handmade props and random stuff from around my house and seeherknit’s house. Also we took a group photo of the guests who thought the baby would be a girl and a group photo of the guests who thought the baby would be a boy.


The actual gender reveal: Here are a couple of pics from the moment when we all found out the baby’s gender.  Isn’t this the cutest couple you have ever seen in your life??