two word Sunday.

WHO. DAT.

cupcake & cookie recipes

Not only did this mark our first time actually caring about the Super Bowl game, it marked our first time DVRing the Puppy Bowl.


Totally worth the two hours of precious DVR space.

excuses for rarely leaving the house

1. http://www.asseeninshreveport.com. It's a scary, scary world out there.

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dandy math skillz

Have you seen what they're planning to do to Monopoly?



Blasphemy.

I remember when the current electronic banking version of Monopoly came out, Y and I rolled our eyes and said something the effect of, No cash? No math? These kids are going to grow up without the math skills of our generation.

Well. Let me tell you a little story.

A few weeks ago, we decided to play Monopoly - the old geezer version. I crushed Y, ending the game with thousands of dollars. He had to give me Boardwalk, mortgage all of his properties, and ended up with maybe $2. All this because I owned both of the utilities.

"If both utilities are owned, rent is 10 times amount shown on dice."

This isn't fair, Y whined as he forked over $1200 after rolling a 12. And again, after having to pay $500 after rolling a 5. The game lasted about 15 minutes. It was amazing because a) I have NEVER won monopoly and b) I've never seen anyone win so FAST. I was pretty sure I had uncovered some kind of secret real estate strategist talent and needed to change careers asap.

Fast forward to maybe a week later. Ask Y, I constantly have random thoughts that come out of nowhere that I verbalize to him. Anyone else would think I was crazy, Y tolerates them for some reason. That day's random thought:

Me: "Um. Y... what's 10 x 12?"
Y: "120. Why?"
Me: ....
Y....
Me:....
Y: ARE YOU F@!*ing KIDDING ME!? I KNEW I WASN'T THAT BAD AT MONOPOLY!!

Apparently, having the manual version of Monopoly does nothing for your math skills, and we formally retract our statements directed toward Monopoly 2.0.

this post is not funny.

The weather this morning was dreary and gross, which immediately made me think of Ireland. I know you're jealous -- not many people can say dreary and gross remind them of their honeymoon.



I'm still looking for the perfect souvenir from Ireland - I pretty much gave up while we were there. I wasn't in the market for any leprechaun or sheep paraphernalia, the shamrock stuff was overdone and cheap, and I don't like Guiness.

Funnily enough, you don't actually have to go anywhere to find cool stuff to remind you of foreign lands. Due to my recent blog addiction, I've been coming across some really cool art celebrating different cities and countries. Annnd... I want it all.

http://truche.etsy.com can make these "I heart ___" necklaces for any city, state, or country. I'm going to need Ireland, Oregon, and Louisiana, to start.

JHill Design not only has these "A Toast To ___" prints as seen above (I think my favorite is England), they also have this modern world map that I would love to use as a "here's where we've been" board, I just don't think I could bear to stick pins in it.



JHill design also has city prints like the one above for over 40 cities. I love Austin, Rome, Portland, and Pittsburgh. I can't wait to see what they come up with for New Orleans.

Ireland isn't represented here (yet).. and I have no idea if these are even for sale, but I love these Google Street View sketches.

Ork Posters has a select few neighborhood prints, which I like, but they also have the heart and the brain for Yoni's Weird Science Prints collection.


And finally, I just learned about David Klein, the artist who did the TWA ads from the 50's and 60s'. Some of these, like Israel, are available as posters from art.com.


And since I feel like I owe my 12 followers (8 of whom are Yoni's alter egos) a funny story, I'll leave you with this recycled post from our travel blog.

dear y,

This is why I don't have a 6 pack.

{A photo essay}

love, d

they write real good down here.

I'm often asked what exactly there is to do in Shreveport. Well, as tough as it was to narrow it down, my absolute favorite thing has got to be waking up in the morning with a cup of tea and counting the typos on the local news.


All joking aside, this has pretty much become a morning ritual. The very bottom line of the Today Show scrolls local headlines that I assume are typed by someone at the local news station -- someone who apparently has no spell check and no editor.


Like this city needed another reason for people not take it seriously... and by "people", I mean grammar nazis and anyone else who was trained to write for mass publication. MISSPELLING = IGNORANCE.

Okay, local scroll guy. I'll give you the benefit of the doubt on this one. You just moved to the area, maybe, and you've only heard the name of this neighborhood, Broadmoor. We can look past this.

Twice? On two different days? About two different "govenors"? This is no longer a typo, my friend, you just don't know how to spell governor.

Dear local scroll guy: http://learnyourdamnhomophones.com/

3 in one sentence?! That takes talent.

(I'm assuming "Car Morris" is supposed to be "Carl Morris" because the only Google search result for "'car morris' + Shreveport" was, imagine that, from this blurb on KTAL's facebook page:)

And yes, this is a real. live. television station.

So, friends, remember my most exciting morning ritual next time you ask what there is to do in Shreveport. And come visit. We'll have lots of fun!



P.S. No, Shreveport is not that terrible. Bad grammar/spelling -- especially when trying to appear professional -- is just my pet peeve. I have no clue how Y "How do you spell hungry" and I get along.

keep calm and knit on

As a general rule, I'm supposed to hate my mother in law, right? Up until yesterday I had a valid reason: she spends hour upon hour knitting up a storm, and hasn't knitted me anything since LAST DECADE.

2008... that's at least 20 years ago in scarf years.

Well, as of last night someone's going to have to help me think of a new reason for my obligatory hatred, because I left my in laws' with a new accessory .

A quick google search tells me it might be called a cowl scarf. Doesn't it look just like these from NY&Co?


I'll take one in every color, please! And until I get one... let the mother in law hating commence!