Filed under: Fun, Good day, Humor | Tags: High School Musical, Ricky, ricky doo, Target
Two hours to kill in a Target?
No problem!
What tree skirt?
Thanks Doo, for a great day!
You know, they say 3 times a charm!
Filed under: Food, Good day, holidays, shopping | Tags: birthday, claim jumper, food porn, hollister, lucky wishbone, Ricky, ricky doo, tucson mall
October 3rd, 2008
And it wasn’t even mine. I had a blast on Friday with Ricky, celebrating his 20th birthday/an excuse to go shopping. We ate at Claim Jumper, somewhere I had never eaten because I heard some bad things… well, all of those things were wrong! I cannot even say that this place qualified as Food Porn because it was actually real food, and not microwaved before being served. A chain yes, but the food didn’t leave me wishing I had just eaten here. It was a phenomenal feast of happiness and rotisserie chicken.
Feeling like sea cows, we made our way to the Tucson Mall (it’s kind of my rule, no shopping in my mall on my day off, I’m in that forsaken building enough). I had so much fun, and I had a purpose too. I need some new clothes for my New York trip, okay don’t need really, just want. I had a little success but didn’t make out with a coat which I need desperately, but I did get a couple of cute tops, a sweater and some slim black jeans. Ricky laid some birthday cash down at Hollister and I made a mess because one of their “salespeople” was a bitch to me… I really wanted to inflict more damage on their store, but Ricky keeps me in check morally.
I had a great time and I love times like those, they are what life is about, just being happy.
Filed under: Etsy, holidays | Tags: birthday, Etsy, jewelry, Ricky, ricky doo, SadieAndLeo.etsy.com
October 2nd, 2008
First off let me say Happy Birthday to Ricky Doo! He’s 20 today so I have to stop using words like “kid” and “teenager”, not that I did in the first place. Anyhow, here’s to many more, kiddo!
I wanted to share some new pieces I’ve recently created for my Etsy shop:
Thanks for everybody’s kind and encouraging words so far on these new ideas and where I’m taking my shop, it means the most!
Filed under: Work, holidays | Tags: costume, halloween, photographs, Ricky, shopping, Target, Work
September 23rd, 2008
Historically working for a manager who has enough kids to start her own basketball team I have never ever had a Halloween night off. This year is different, I work with a bunch of whippersnappers and gracious ones at that, and Emily (just about the nicest person on this planet) offered to close that night, so I will be able to partake in some kind of sugary festivities. I’m looking forward to it, now of course the conundrum is having to think up a costume. But maybe I don’t have to… I received this text tonight from Ricky and it is just about the funniest thing I’ve seen in a long time. Not only did he get into this costume in the aisle of Target but he had the presence of mind to have his shopping companion snap a picture, because, and I quote: “I saw it and said TARA!!!”
I mean, how great IS that!?!
Filed under: Food, Questions | Tags: anthony bourdain, chicken, father, Food, food porn, grandmother, meatballs, Ricky, Sam Adams, snowballs, tiramisu
September 9th, 2008.
Anthony Bourdain plays this game with all of his chef friends and various people he encounters around the world:
Your last meal? What would it be?
I mean, really that’s like asking what the meaning of life is. The answers may be endless or even profound. And I’m not talking death row here, I’m talking endless imagination.
I proposed this question to Ricky over food porn the other night and the really funny thing is we both have mac and cheese on our list. Here is what I narrowed mine down to:
-my Grandmother’s meatballs, God rest her soul; and I’m talking meatballs like no other and if you think you’ve had good meatballs, you are mistaken unless Eleanor Marchese made them for you. And I’m talking with a little ziti and the runny sauce, the best kind.
-my Father’s slowly cooked chicken on the bone; the man walked that fine line between culinary arts and abusing his children with having to sit in the wonderfully and heavenly delightful aroma of chicken cooking for at least 8 or 9 hours. You never thought it was going to be done and when it was done we feasted like we hadn’t eaten anything so good in all of our lives. Well, Monday through Thursday we didn’t.
-Mac and Cheese; from the box and the powdery kind. No fancy cheese sauce for me. I’ll take the packet any day. Some people have an affinity to Ramen noodles, I prefer the 88¢ store brand mac n cheese.
-Snowballs; really impossible to explain, so here’s a visual and a recipe
or Tiramisu, which ever is readily available.
-Sam Adams Cherry Wheat
And that pretty much will do me in. I’m sure that list will change throughout my life but that is what I want right now.
How about you?
Filed under: Good day, Music, Uncategorized | Tags: AZ, forever the sickest kids, mayday parade, Music, Ricky, the rock, tonight we have rhythm, Tucson
August 19th, 2008
My partner in crime, Ricky, and I went to the show of shows on Tuesday night here in Tucson, at The Rock. Getting to the show was like a comedy of errors, absolutely the best kind of preface to a most amazing evening. Nothing that runs smoothly has a very exciting conclusion, this being the pinnacle example of that. We both had to be up pretty early that day, it being the day we were supposed to get our new register system installed at the Eagle. Nothing goes without a hitch there either and to both of our dismay the new registers didn’t happen, so the day was long and dragged because it was just another day at work with nothing to distract us and take up the time before we went to the show we were looking forward to for so long.
Finally!– we are off, I agreed to drive because Ricky’s usually the chafferer for everyone else/I never get to drive with Mike, I like driving, I feel cool, that’s really the only reason. I go to pick him up at his house, and let’s just say he literally lives in the desert almost up a mountain. Seriously. Now, historically there are three things I do very badly: math, gymnastics, and reading and understanding directions and maps. I mean there are probably a ton of crap I do badly, but those are the top three. And I don’t mean like pummel horse or balance beam gymnastics, I just mean I’m not actively dexterous or flexible. Where the hell am I going with this… my point exactly! It should take 15 minutes from my house to Ricky’s house but since I got lost twice, er, three times, it took almost triple the time (but I think I only admitted getting lost twice, and only now am spilling my beans, oh well…) I finally get Ricky and we’re off! Hooray!
Driving, tra la la… OMG I FORGOT THE TICKETS!!! In a panic, I mean panic!– I u-turned like nobody’s business and had to backtrack to my house to get them. Tucson isn’t very big but no matter where you need to get to it’ll take an exuberant and almost unnecessary amount of time to get there. But not the trek home and back, I must have been on the wings of concert angels because I think round trip for the retrieval took about ten minutes when it should really have taken about a half an hour. So that was the start of our adventure…
We get to the place, and with a little help from his GPS phone thingy we get almost lost in a little web of turn here for your destination, no here, no now go left, go right, go straight up a camel’s ass… GPS is hilarious when it can’t pinpoint your location exactly, it just knows that you are there but it wants to get you right on top of the place. We park, I scratch my hubcap, don’t care and we get out. We’re walking up to the place and we run into AE Jon who is playing the show with his band Tonight We Have Rhythm, he’s nervous, smoking and shaking, understandable, playing in your town with two very amazing bands. We get in line and it is just an array of bubble gum, eye liner, long and big hair, stripes and neons, girl jeans on boys, and fun fun fun. Surprisingly I wasn’t the oldest person there and also of note, there were normal looking kids there too. I don’t know why that surprised me because we were normal looking so why wouldn’t there be other “normal” looking people.
We get inside and it is crazy small, for those of you who grew up clubbing around Manchester it was like The Web only without that wacky seating arrangement, so it was just stage and floor. It was going to be sardine city. Oh, and it is about 100 degrees outside and that made it about Burning Hell degrees inside. But I loved the place, it was seedy and dirty and awesome, exactly how it should be. Now we wait. Ricky met up with a ton of people he was really good friends with in high school, good, now we have our own crowd. You could tell this crowd was young and rough and ready to bring the pain. No seats, only sweaty bodies all clamoring to get as close to the stage as possible.
The first band comes on, the front man is obnoxious and obviously coked up and if he wasn’t, well then he needs some serious attention. They were crappy but some people dug it so who am I to judge really. Their set was way too long though and then we had to wait again. My friend’s band came on and they did their thing and they were awesome! It’s a really cool thing to see someone you know, someone who you see in everyday situations totally rock out on stage and really be able to show what they love to do. It was great, and their sound is right up my alley, so I know there are good things to come from this band. Keep a look out!
Mayday Parade are next and they were super great! At this point the crowd is going crazy. Slamming up into me and everyone else. And you know there was that girl and that guy. Those people who have total disregard for anyone else and just completely bust out and not care if you get a fist in the face or an arm to the gut; as if that can be called dancing. I think it was at that point that Ricky and I decided that if you can’t beat ‘em (and we did literally beat those two) then you might as well join ‘em. So we did, we danced, we sweat and we slammed back! It was hilarious and awesome and such a rush. I’ve always wanted to do that and not care how much it would hurt or how I would look, and I’m so glad I did. That set was great but we were really there for the next band.
Forever The Sickest Kids were incredible! I was so taken at how comfortable and happy they were to be on stage. I’ve never seen a band like this play, they were all ecstatic to be there and really belted out everything they had. That’s a show. They were animated and energetic and that is what moved the crowd, or at least that is what moved me. I had to go to those energy reserves that I didn’t even know I had to keep up, but you know what I did. A year ago I never would have been able to do that, so it was such a personal triumph for me. I was totally taken away and forgot who I was, where I was and what was going on in my life and just left it out there the way the music did. It rocked. That’s what it did.
It was one of those nights, the best kind. Ricky and I left the place and our bodies were all wiggly and tired. We couldn’t hear until late the next day, and I think I haven’t yet caught up on my sleep from that night. That’s the rock and roll lifestyle I guess 
(I am so hardcore… not really.)
Okay, here’s the ultimate biggie of the night!!! Ricky caught a drum stick from FTSK and he gave it to me!!! How wicked awesome is that!
Filed under: Good day, Living | Tags: cats, majestik tattoo, Ricky, tattoo, Tucson
August 15, 2008
I got inked and I have to admit that it was pretty much one of the most bad ass experiences of my life, on so many levels.
I had to wait for Ricky Doo to get off of work and because he is such a diligent worker he stayed later and that just made my anticipation grow greater. It made something else grow greater too, but we’ll get to that. I suppose I can say this now because what’s done is done but I haven’t really admitted to mostly anyone that I have really only considered getting a tattoo for about… a day. I mean I have always thought about getting one mostly in a romantic kind of way, the kind of way that doesn’t actually have you picking out a design or driving to the place. So you can clock how long I actually wanted it in a real time season of 24. I know, most people would think that wouldn’t be enough time to take anything seriously, but my mind and heart works like that. It’s just the way I have always been, it’s when I do my best work really, not overly analyzing anything to death, not talking myself in and out of it.
I knew I wanted a cat, but not literally a cat, unless of course I ever get a Felix the Cat on me somewhere, which I will never really rule out. Just not a Garfield, as much as I love Garfield. The point is I have to give the credit for “Leo” to my friend Bri. I mean “cat” was always at the top of my list but I was weighing all of my options. It wasn’t until I heard it from someone else’s mouth that it really sealed the deal for me.
10:30 Friday night, on Speedway at the place everyone has recommended, Majestik and I am so glad that they did. That place rocks, and here’s why:
I get the coolest girl ever to do my tattoo and I was so comfortable and at ease, which are good things when someone comes out from the back room to show you the needle they are going to be using to permanently mark you. The place was chill, completely cool and made me remember my “bar days”. You know, I was that girl who would sit at the bar even alone, on a Tuesday night… seedy part of Manchester… I wish I had tattoos then, would have really added to my mystique. Neither here nor there. Oh and Ricky knew the tattoo artist from school, so there’s comfortable common ground. So we get settled and she tells me that she is going to go for it and ask me if I can handle it. Go… okay, you can go. Didn’t hurt really. I mean on a scale of no pain and pain it was pretty much on its own level, I won’t lie. But it didn’t hurt the way I thought it was going to hurt. I know now that it is most impossible to try and explain the feeling to someone, it’s one of those things in life, you have to experience it for yourself. Probably a lot like jumping out of airplane… you can’t explain that terror and euphoria to someone… for the record I’m sticking to tattoos.
Tra, la la… getting a tattoo… sitting here with Ricky watching, couple of other people who work there in the room, Tool is playing, life is good… man, I’m getting sweaty, can’t feel my legs, or my arms for that matter… starting to see those gray splotches that I did when I passed out in church when I was like nine, think I was wearing that pink jumpsuit with a white turtle neck with little hearts on it… learn to swim, learn to swim… shit! I’m gonna pass out!!!
Me- Ummm, I think we should stop for a second
Tattoo artist (Bryanna)- Okay. Are you okay?
Me- I think I’m gonna pass out…
Big Guy With Lots of Tattoos and Piercings- Here DRINK THIS NOW! LAY BACK!
Whoa!!! Holy hell that was intense! No other way to explain it. So the big guy gives me the world biggest Arizona sweetened tea and I drank it like I had just trekked across the desert wearing a winter coat. I even got cookies. Was I embarrassed, f*ck no. I would have been super embarrassed if I had face planted and eaten parkay floor. Hell, I probably would have broken my glasses and been a blubbering mess. Instead I was pretty calm and collected, I had my sh*t tight, I just played it off like “oops”. So Bryanna goes on to explain that what I just experienced was like giving blood on an empty stomach. But I ate… at like 5.
Ricky was quiet enough to bite his tongue. Earlier that day I had text Ricky and was boasting how much I was loving my frosted Lucky Charms because they’re magically delicious. Ummm, that text wasn’t at 5, it was at three thirty 5! Hahahahaha… I’m an ass. Not so magically delicious 8 hours later! (Of course he did remind me of this fact afterwards… lol! is all I can say!)<– so that’s why they ask you if you have eaten in the last 4 hours on the legal thingy that you sign before getting it done, and that’s why you don’t guesstimate.
The rest of the tattoo went without a hitch and was done in a flash. I was figuring that after that pain and after my near pass out experience the want to get another one wouldn’t have come up so quick, but I do! I want a ton, or at least I want another. I should really let this one heal first, I won’t have any sides left to sleep on! All in due time. But I do know this, Ricky and I are eating a steak dinner and a cake and sipping soda through pixie sticks before the next time… with pancakes and syrup on the side.
Those aren’t mistakes, those are freckles. This was taken right after I got home… after Ihop, of course. I’m in love with it!
July 20th, 2008
Ricky is recovering, but I think he experienced a slight concussion too as he was “dizzy” all weekend.
In his own words, an account of the accident: “So my night started off fine and dandy but then it turned into a beautiful mess, but it was far the best $100 that I have spent for medical attention! Thats what happens when you think you can do a back flip off swings that are less than 2 feet off of the ground! If you ask me, it looks pretty bad ass! “
He does that and he gets 7 stitches, I try to do that and I’d probably wind up in a wheelchair!
Here’s to recovery!
July 19th, 2008
Poor poor Ricky Doo hurt himself and I hope he is feeling better soon…
We’ve got a Doo down!
But you can’t keep a good Doo down for long:
Get better soon!
Filed under: Emotions, Etsy, Family, Food, blogging | Tags: blogging, David Cook, Eli Manning, Emotions, Etsy, Fij, Food, food porn, jenn, Mike, mother, Ricky, Sick, tag cloud, Work
July 18th, 2008
I don’t know who coined the phrase “food porn” but my sister gets the credit for introducing it to Mike and me. Ame’s a vegan so just about everything “consumable” fits into this category, and consumable, she’ll argue too. Food porn is fried, greasy, processed, sugary, evil and oh so good! The other week Mike turned our kitchen into a greasy spoon by throwing just about anything into a pot of oil turning out the best fried food this side of the Mississippi (seeing that the best fried food on the other side of the Mississippi happens to be found here.) We even considered frying the Twinkies but even I passed on that one. I don’t crave as much as I used to, I have an occasional hankering for something sinful and wrong, like eating at a chain restaurant… I know! We have all but ruled them out but I can’t say that I’m not excited to be going to one tonight. It almost makes up for having to attend something educational on a Friday night… can I bring my iPod? Can I text during it, please? I feel like a kid needing the promise of something heavenly at the end of something painful like having to go to the fabric store or the adult section of the public library… and I don’t mean adult like that, I mean like big ol’ dusty reference/microfiche section of the library.
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I installed this new feature on my blog, it’s called a tag cloud, my friend Fij has it among others* and I thought it would be interesting. And it has been, to say the least. Maybe even eye opening, but not so much in a good way. There are those topics that I’m glad are there, like my Etsy shop name (yay), Mike’s name, Ricky’s name, Jenn’s Etsy shop (how sweet) and of course “David Cook” because I’m an obsessed crazy fan, but who’s really counting. Oddly, I guess I talked a lot about “Eli Manning”. Didn’t know that I had. But the one’s that really stick out for me are: sick, work, and emotions. Why aren’t happy, healthy, and feelings there? We are half way through the year and those are the highlights? Wait, I’m pleased with all of them through Eli, but after that… I’m sick of work, work makes me sick, and I’m emotional about it? Haven’t I been in that place for too long? A friend of mine turned it all around just a little while ago and he seems happier… I think. I mean, he’s so busy he doesn’t really update his blog anymore, as much anyway. So he assures me that he is well, and I believe him, he’s an adult and he can take care of his shit. And that’s my point, I’m not taking care of my shit.
I don’t know where this is coming from really. It started up again yesterday around midday. I knew something was in the air and then my mother called me almost near the end of my shift at work. Do I really want to air all of this here on my blog, f*ck yeah. This is my place, I don’t care how public it is… isn’t that the beauty of it all anyhow? I want to go on and on about how this was sh*tty and that was f*cked up, and how there was no love in my life for the better part of it… but where will that leave me? With more angry, sick, emotional tags popping up in my cloud. That damned cloud!
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And that last thing… I don’t think that’s a good idea… and I’m not talking about an alcoholic bender (been there, survived that), I’m talking an emotional bender. I think I’m due.
