Our friends Sara and Josh Teare have recently fallen in love with the recipes of Tyler from the Food Network Channel. Although I barely know my way around a box of macaroni and cheese, I love the food network channel. If I was on a Desert Island and I could only bring one channel with me, it would definitely be the food network channel. My apologies go to ESPN, Oxygen, and E.
For those who share my food network passion, I pose the following question unto you: Who would you choose as your personal chef for Thanksgiving dinner? Tyler, Emeril, Rachel Ray, Bobby Flay, Cat Cora, Michael Simon, the Japanese Dude, Paula, Mario Batalli, or the Barefoot Contessa? -Notice I left out the cleavage girl and semi-home made Sandra Lee from the contest because I don't think they are legitimate competitors.
Your best friend is taking a nap on the floor of your living room. Suddenly, you are faced with a bizarre existential problem: This friend is going to die unless you kick them (as hard as you can) in the rib cage. If you don’t kick them while they slumber, they will never wake up. However, you can never explain this to your friend; if you later inform them that you did this to save their life, they will also die from that. So you have to kick a sleeping friend in the ribs, and you can’t tell them why. Since you cannot tell your friend the truth, what excuse will you fabricate to explain this (seemingly inexplicable) attack?
Now the question is not "will you kick them in the ribs?", the question is- what excuse will you make up to explain your action?
When we asked Cory Willey this question, her answer was to fall on the ground writhing directly after kicking the friend and act like she had just gotten kicked as well. You're a slippery one Cory.
i was tagged like...last week by lynze...sorry i'm late.
six things you may or may not know about me:
::somtimes when i day dream i pretend that i'm a super famous celebrity and i'm being interviewed by conan o'brien (love him!)and i'm being all witty and cool.
::i cannot go to bed in a messy unmade bed. usually i make our bed in the morning but even if it's 5 minutes before going to bed...i gotta make it.
::i'm totally petrified of porcelain dolls. my sister had a slew of those things in our room when we were little, so creepy.
::i met jonathan taylor thomas once... unfortunately it was during the hideous phase of my childhood/teen years when i didn't know how to dress myself or do my hair so i had to burn the picture of us together. the world will never believe me...sigh.
::i wrote a ridiculous "novel" when i was in junior high. it was entitled "our endless summer" (ripped off from the surfing movie).
::i used to collect stamps and i STILL collect old U.S. coins. judge me if you want to but dave laughed at me when i first told him and now he collects them too.
wow...sitting here thinking of weird things about me has made me realize what a square i am.
i tag: sarah teare mccall newland lindsey nelson amy pilkington and my dad. (only if you want to)
Richard Keeler and I are going as Air Supply for Halloween. If you don't know Air Supply, they sang Making Love Out of Nothing At All, Lost in Love, All Out of Love, The One that you Love, and other hits. We put this music video together.
So as to no longer clog up Catie's beautiful blog with more pictures of snakes, I decided to start my own blog dedicated to snakes. I even made a video about it.
We took a bunch of pictures of Bennett lately. I just wanted to point out not only how cute this little boy is, but also how great a photographer Catie is. Almost every picture on the blog is from her. Even the ones of herself.
please oh please remember that these are my photos and my words (unless otherwise stated) that i work hard on. if you'd like to put them on your blog, show me some love and please give credit where credit is due. thank you, my sexy babies.
