I’m thinking about turning this place into a quasi-cooking blog, which will most likely consist of me turning a perfectly delicious recipe into a painfully spicy recipe because somehow I justify throwing a habañero pepper into/onto everything. I really wish I was exaggerating.
It’s been a hectic 6 months of…well…doing absolutely nothing and feeling depressed about it to moving into a new condo and feeling muuuch better despite losing mountainous breezes for near the ocean heat. So maybe not so much hectic and more uninspiring than anything. I’m hoping I’ll get back into the swing of things soon…
Also I came across this awesome Japanese sports drink in an ABC Store today. Tasty sweat water! Mmmmm! {It actually tastes kinda like orange flavored Gatorade but…grosser? Is that even a word? I’m so bad with descriptions. Maybe I should reconsider this whole food blog thing…}
I was on my way home from work when I came across this Cadillac {as far as I know that’s what it is – I have zero knowledge in cars} covered in all sorts of awesome.
Someone actually took the time to replicate the Ghostbusters Ecto-1 vehicle and of course I had to obnoxiously stop my car right in the middle of the road to take pictures. I mean, if you’re gonna bring something like that out in public you should most definitely expect attention.
I have a thing for gingers. The contrast of red hair and pale skin is so absolutely perfect, I can’t even fathom why anyone with pale skin wouldn’t be born with red hair. It’s an abomination, really.
*Says the jealous girl with pale skin and brown hair*
I was not just born in the wrong era. I was born with the wrong hair color.
So. After several years of desperately trying to keep up with the illusion of being a natural redhead — because anyone who dyes their hair red knows the impossible maintenance involved — I went back to my roots over 1 year ago {quite possibly the longest period of having chemical-free hair since 1998} to see if I could learn to love my hair in its natural state.
Nope. It’s still brown. It’s still, well…boring.
Now, I’m not saying brown hair is unattractive; brown hair happens to look gorgeous on other women. Just not me.
Jane Aldridge
Jane Aldridge is a fashion blogger at Seaofshoes.com and has what I consider *perfect* {unnatural} red hair. I love that there’s a few different shades of red, even some blonde highlights, all seamlessly blended together without looking chunky or out-of-the-box ala grocery store highlighting kit. She has an amazing hair stylist and I would kill to find someone who could replicate her look on me.
Me: What? No. I want them fresco style. Crunchy with salsa. You know, the fresco salsa? Crunchy tacos. Fresco. You know…?
TBSL: Oh! You want crunchy fresco tacos!
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Then the TBSL asks, “how many mild sauces do you want?”
First of all, no. No, I do not want mild sauce. Mild sauce is for wusses. I want FIRE sauce. I like my sauce spicy. And second, second of all, why are you asking me how many? When did Taco Bell stop throwing a random number of sauce packets in my bag? Did people start requesting more TB sauce thus forcing TB to ask rather than assume or is TB having financial difficulties fulfilling the demand for sauce? If that’s the case, then maybe they should consider firing the person in charge of coming up with the sauce packet sayings because honestly, they’re not funny, I don’t even look at them anymore, they’re stupid.
/rant
Of course I didn’t say all that. I told her I wanted five. One for each taco.
Kai and I went on a juice “fast” for 30 days in January after watching the documentary “Fat Sick and Nearly Dead” {we’re easily influenced}. Okay, let me rephrase that. Kai went on a juice fast for 30 days and I quit after 2 weeks. In my defense, my cousin Jess was visiting from California [...]
My cousin Jessica came to visit during the first week of February and the absolute one thing she needed to experience, more than anything on this entire island, was a luau. She had never been to Hawaii before so I was understanding, but…I had one condition: It couldn’t be the Polynesian Cultural Center {I’ve been [...]
Kai has tomorrow off so we’re playing a little Skyrim and doin’ a little bit of drinkin’ on this fine Sunday afternoon. I’m a sucker for unique wine labels so naturally I was inclined to pick this one up {also I know zilch about wine and choosing a bottle based solely on the label is [...]
"Love, Issa" is the personal {and sporadic} blog of Issa Robinson - a military wife and jewelry maker extraordinaire, taking on a life of better health and fitness.
She has a love for all things vintage/shabby chic, thrifty fixer-uppers and collecting {hoarding} cosmetics. {...}
