Category Archives: Obsessions

Do you have?

  • A giant latte to get you through the rest of this crazy Thursday?
  • A birthday cake to bake for someone very, very loved?
  • A lovely boyfriend to run away with this weekend?
  • A royal engagement ring replica to wear during a 2am viewing party because you are OUT OF CONTROL EXCITED about the impending nuptials across the pond?

I do!


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Today’s Press Briefing

Item One:

When I have my own house, a room shall be known as The Situation Room.  Like in the White House, the home of our illustrious leader, we shall do much important business in this room.  Potential room candidates for this name include: my office, the bathroom.

Item Two:

I cannot, and will not, stop watching The West Wing.  I cannot help it, and as God is my witness, I won’t rest until I have watched all seven seasons.

That’s today’s press briefing.  More at 5pm, when we have more information from the situation room.

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Sitting, waiting, wanting

Oh you guys.

I’m going to cut right to the chase:  I have a case of the wants.  BIG TIME.

But before we launch into a list of all the things I want, I alaso want to preemptively state a few things:

Number 1: I know, I KNOW that having a large amount of material wants is a) shallow-seeming and b) a first world feeling.  I highly doubt that people in Africa ever get grabby feeling and dream about food processors.  I am aware.  And if you are my lovely friends Jo and Ashley, who are currently living in Africa for the Peace Corps, please put on the muffs and disregard this post. 

Or just remember, before you judge, that I will make you things from my food processor when you come home. 

Number 2: I know that IN THIS ECONOMY (a phrase that has quickly become my most hated phrase, second only to “to be perfectly honest” [um, are you not always honest?  Are you usually a perfect liar?)] it’s not exactly kosher to go naming off things you want, as though it were Christmas and I were seven years old.  HOWEVER, I do still have my job and I have been financially responsible, and I almost feel like it’s my duty to not freak out and make the economy even worse, even though bitching about the economy seems to be the new cool thing.  Instead of knitting, we bitch about the economy.  iSuwannee has a rant that cracked me up, so check it out.  The economy sucks, but what can you do?  Get over it.

And finally, number 3: This is not, in any way, a plea for people to buy me things.  It’s just me, naming my wants, and then (hopefully) feeling enough satisfaction from this excercise that I don’t need to go out and buy everything.  I’ll let you know if it works.

So now, without further ado, I bring you my list of wants o’the day:

– A trench coat.  What else do you wear when the weather is freaking weird like like it has been the last few days?  You wear this:  trench

And you look great in it.  Go you!

– A beach cruiser bike, a la this one we discussed a few weeks ago.  Visions of baskets dance in my head.  And at $159, this bike is a steal.  Especially when you think that, because it’s so cute, you’re going to bike more and drive way, way less.  At least, I will.

– A corgi/sheltie mix of a dog who looks just like this:


I would name her Rallie Mae and we’d have all sorts of adventures.  Mostly, they would be adventures in which I would wear a trench coat and ride my bike, and she would trot along beside me.


Fuck the economy.  What do you want?


*Trench coat from Banana Republic; dreamy bedroom via SFgirlbybay; fabulous dog’s provenance unknown but I sure do want her to come live with me.


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Overdose: February 2008

It has been brought to my attention that I missed the January edition of Overdose.  I would like to bring it to your attention, Internet, that perhaps I missed this important monthly milestone because I was too busy actually overdosing on LIFE.


Or on waffles, but you get the point:


I overdosed in a good way.


Unlike Heath Ledger, who overdosed in the bad way, God rest his soul.  He was definitely not on my celebrity death wish list.  Unfortunately.  If Britney Spears would hop her twig, however, that would be an entirely different bottle of pills, if you know what I mean.


(You do know what I mean, right?  That I don’t like Britney Spears and I find her trashy and unfortunate and not at all deserving of the status the public has conferred upon her?  Okay, good.  I’m glad you feel that way, too.  I was just making sure.)


Anyway, I suppose it is now time to mosey over to the February edition.  I actually seem to be in perpetual overdose these days, both the good kind and the bad kind.  Let’s tally, shall we?



         CNN.  While I like to use my broadcast journalism degree as validation and justification to mock broadcast journalism as a whole (with the exception of my producer friend Eryn, whom I like very much and therefore will not mock. As much.), I think the political circus is worth paying attention to, in any and all forms. An informed electorate can only be a good thing as we prepare to move on and move forward from the political disaster that we’re currently living in.  Side note: Bush and Cheney are not celebrities, but they sooooooooo make the list, blashphemous as that totally and intentionally is.


         Pilates.  Can’t get enough of my class at the gym or my adorable instructor, Erica.  Even though it’s incredibly hard, it makes me feel all bendy and weird (in a good way) and it turns out that “Torture Time with Erica” is, surprisingly, the only time I can think about the state of my life without wanting to punch someone.  We’ll get to the punching thing later…


         The Weepies.  Yet again.  I just bought their first album, “Happiness” and I am, indeed, full of happiness when I listen to it.  Also, helps with the punching thing.



         Cheese.  Still bingeing.  And le BF is no help at all.  In fact, he is aiding and abetting me at every turn:

     “This grocery store has an entire bar of CHEESE!  Aren’t you excited to look at and also fondle, all this CHEESE?!?!” 

     “I need to quit eating so much cheese.  It’s very unhealthy and also, I think it’s starting to affect the plumbing…” 

     “Who’s talking about plumbing?  Let’s just eat CHEESE!” 

     “We are breaking up right now.” 


     If he continues to aid and abet, I might just start absconding.  With ALL the cheese everywhere.  CAN’T STOP.


         Boulder chips.  Holy crap, these are delicious.  Especially the salt and malt vinegar kind, which are the very worst kind because they even sound bad for you.  Unlike, you know, the rosemary kind which sound sort-of herbalicious and zen-esque to me.  I might as well install a salt lick in my backyard.  Cut out those silly chips, they’re just the middle man!  Do you know a man who can install a salt lick?  Are those safe for human licking?  Is this disgusting yet?

 And now for something completely different! 

Because today I have my shit together, for only three installments of $99.99 plus shipping and handling, I can even offer you a preview of what I am sure to be overdosing on come the third week of March.



You’re welcome, Internet.  You’re welcome.


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Overdose: December 2007

Crate & Barrel.  Or, more specifically, this serving bowl.  It’s beautiful and simple and I cannot wait to serve pasta out of it, accompanied by my carved wooden serving spoons from Tanzania.

Australian singer/songwriter Missy Higgins.  I have been listening to her music for free on her web site for almost a year because she wasn’t available on iTunes.  But now, joy of joys, she is.  And, joy of joys, I got a few iTunes gift cards in my stocking.  So I’m going to buy, listen and enjoy me some Missy Higgins with the carefree abandon of someone who has discretionary income and can buy things willy-nilly on the internet.  Even though that person is not me because…

…I have a new car!  And I guess it counts as an OD because I drive it every day. Regardless, the 2008 Honda CR-V is fabulous.  It’s shiny, sleek, environmentally friendly, and it powers through the ridiculous Denver snow like a BAMF, which was really my primary concern in choosing a new car.

Me: Car dealer man, will this CR-V power through the snow like a BAMF?

Car Dealer Man: Yes.  Yes, it will.

Me: Awesome! That’s all I ever wanted in a car!  Just show me where to sign my life away!

Car Dealer Man: Just go right into this tiny room with this large and intimidating, different car dealer man.  Enjoy the free coffee!

I don’t recommend the coffee, but I do recommend the vehicle.  And that’s really all you ever wanted in a blog post, right?

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Overdose: November 2007

Okay people, here in the grammar slammer, we’re starting a monthly entry called Overdose (see what NaBloPoMo will do to you?) It will feature things I’m OD’ing on RIGHT NOW.  So original, yes?  There has been one previous edition of Overdose.  Only in that case (and perhaps this one as well) it would have been more appropriately titled “I have nothing exciting to report here.”


The Weepies.  Their music will truly make you weepie.  With happiness.  Because it’s so, so simple and beautiful and uplifting and heartbreaking all at once.  Which is very impressive for one album to do, if you ask me.  Also, yes I do know how to spell weepy.  Y u gotta reign on mai parayde?

Duncan.  His photos are simple and beautiful and uplifting and sometimes heartbreaking, too.  I love this kid – he’s so fantastic and I’m glad we’re friends.  I can only hope the pictures I take in Tanzania will be half as good as the art he can make out of a photo of a Starbucks cup.  Seriously.  Also, I hope they have Starbucks in Tanzania.  That would be sweet.

Just kidding.

The Dish Bistro in Denver.  LP took me here for my birthday, because she is such a great LP.  The waiters are flustery in just the right way, they play Beatles music, which is an unexpected (yet not at all unwelcome) addition to the moody lighting, and the Argentinian red wine, in addition to the incredible cheese platter, will illicit wildly romantic and ridiculous talk of trips to Paris for your quarter life crisis birthday.  Unless you’ve already passed that, in which case you are free to go to Paris any time you choose.

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