peace, love and gap

Yo, amigos.

First, allow me to apologize. I've been falling behind lately on Cabaret updates & I'm sorry about that, love doves.

It's actually a good thing though because if I'm not blogging (or watching dumb TV or "reading" Okay! magazine or whatever comes up to distract me) then I'm writing. I've kicked it down pretty hard these days in the thesis-writing race and I'm putting a lot of concerted effort into staying focused... ya know - final laps, finish line looming and and all such racecar metaphors.
















Lots of this around Stryker these days.
















Sometimes some of this too.

By the way, congrats to Girl Hog for completing her second disgusting CPA test. I am very proud of my smartie-pants roomie these days. I've never seen anyone study so hard for anything as Amy does for these exams. Nice job, GH, you've earned that nap.

I'm not sure what (slim) Jim did to earn that nap, but whatever. It's probably exhausting to be so damn awesome all the time.

Okay, so I told Jim that these pictures were just between us and would never go public, but... well, there is nothing to be ashamed of. I think the world needs to see this.















Maybe, though, if you see Jim sometime soon, don't say anything. I don't think he is ready to come out of the kitty-closet yet. That is really his decision.

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Apropos of nothing, here is a small pictorial exhibit of a goofy Sunday at Stryker a few weeks ago...

Tawny, Joelle, Girl Hog and I met up at Whole Foods one chilly Sunday morning and armed ourselves with a ridiculously expensive cart full of fruits, veggies, seeds and supplements. We'd all been reading bits of this change-your-life/raw-foods-can-reverse-global-warming-and-cure-terminal-illness book & decided to try the recommended one-day fast.




















We started strong: washing, slicing, chopping, juicing, boiling. It was actually really fun. I guess it was less of a fast and more of a detox diet thing. I mean, we were allowed to eat stuff, but it was just the stuff that was the problem and led to our eventual failure.

The first item was a fruit smoothie and was just fine, almost good. And then we had some cucumber mint cold soup thing that ended up tasting like grass water and was... foamy. We tried to improve it by warming it up... not improved. It still wasn't the worst thing in the world and I think we each choked down most of it.
















I'm just shaking my head right now at the thought of it.

The next item was a carrot/parsley/lime/litterbox juice thing. Good lord, it was disgusting. We tried to slam it... nope. I'd rather have taken a shot of Karkov than one more sip of that mess. It went down the sink. But, we still hadn't given up. We munched on pumpkin seeds, drank our lemon water, talked endlessly about how it sucked and how much we wanted to beat up the author, and put the rest of our waning hope in the concoction on the stove.

A crapload of veggies, including leeks and turnips, had been simmering all day and now, lucky us, we would get to eat the broth. At first, with the first tentative spoonful, it seemed like it was going to be okay. But then I got the taste of that leek juice down the back of my throat and just threw the spoon down in surrender.

So we gave up.















And then we made a pizza and ordered takeout.

And that, blessed children, was the story of the failed one-day fast. Merry Christmas.

Ciao, buddies.
-Nina

P.S. Guess who's not the blondest blondie in town anymore...
















Moi. I know it's not that different, but to me, it seems like I have hair black as the darkest night. Next time you see me, tell me how freaking hot I am and make me feel better. And then I'll make out with you.