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Please Don’t Say That


One more DC story.

A nice man asked me, “So, where do you teach now?”

“Minnesota,” I replied.

“Oh, Minnesota! That’s nice.”

“Mmhmm,” I continue.

“So, are you originally from Minnesota? Were you born in Canada?


Please tell me I don’t sound like a Canadian. I beg of you.


I Heart a Good Meal



Soooo, I was in DC over the long weekend, and I JUST HAVE to tell you about this great place we ate at in the Capitol Hill neighborhood.

But, first.

Remember this guy?


If you were/are a Top Chef fan, then you are well-acquainted with Spike.

Hi, Spike.

Spike is the creator/owner of Good Stuff Eatery, a burger joint with a bit of a gourmet twist.


Let’s be real here: Spike drove me nuts during the show. But, you see, the thing is that I LOVE famous people so I was on-board with the suggestion of Good Stuff Eatery for lunch.

I was expecting Spike’s nummy little creations, but didn’t think HE’D actually be there.

He was.

I made SURE that I was in his line of vision at least once.

He’s, like, a mini-celeb, but I still swooned in adoration. Famous People in Real Life are number 4 on my list of Top Five Favorite Things in the Universe.

1. Ice Cream

2. Boyfriend

3. Dog

4. Famous People in Real Life

5. Sleep

Anyway, SOMEBODY (Cough, #2, Cough) wouldn’t let me snap an inconspicuous picture because said someone didn’t want to be EMBARRASSED.

So selfish.

Famous Person aside, the food was just as tasty as one would imagine it to be whilst watching Top Chef. I lunched on a Farmhouse Bacon Cheeseburger, had a french fry party with the Village fries dipped in mango, chipotle, old bay, and Sriracha mayos one-at-a-time and…

devoured a TOASTED MARSHMALLOW milkshake.

It was so good that it makes me want to talk in that LOL Catspeak business that is rampant on all the blogs today.


There. Done.

Anyway, it was a gratifying meal and a charming little weekend.


The End.

PS: They also serve an Obama burger.




Special shout-out to my DC iFriends ’cause I’m coming to you live from your very own town this weekend!

That sounded creepy.

Annnnyway. Thanks for the support re: the last entry. He’s out of the hospital as of yesterday and is taking it day by day. Which – honestly – is possibly the way we should all be taking it. Yes?

Despite a random post-parent-conference break-down with my assistant principal, I’m also doing fine. I thought I was dealing with it wonderfully until – surprise! – I wasn’t.

So. We move on.

Anyway. I’m about to go do some museum-ing.

Have a great Saturday/Valentine’s Day.

Me and the City


It’s been a long week.

Apparently, my body felt the same way because – and I swear to G about this – the second I walked out of school today, I was hit with a nasty migraine. So, I gave in without a fight (you win, migraine) and slept until …like… 8 pm! I’m feeling much better now though so I’ve curled up in bed with Project Runway reruns on the television and a cheeseburger and chocolate milkshake in my hand. (Thanks, Ann.)

I had the oh-so-sweet opportunity to take a short trip to NYC last weekend to meet up with the campaignin’ TBWSRN and so – obviously – I went. Aforementioned migraine might have something to do with this. It was well worth the craziness, though. Obvs! Pictures!

Chess in Central Park

Breakfast at the Seinfeld diner. We heart the Seinfeld.

Thanks to TBWSRN’s quick Blackberry-ing, we found Carrie’s apartment …and…

the Magnolia bakery.

We even “stumbled” upon a Polish parade so I took pics to make mom happy. I have never seen such a large number of people so enthusiastic about being Polish.

And then there was Bryant Park. Which was a fun stop not only for the fashion/Project Runway factor but because it is seriously BEAUTIFUL. BEAUTIFUL, people. I think I’m missing something though: how do they fit all the tents in this teeny tiny space? Anyone?

We did New York (for the most part) in my favorite kind of non-touristy way. We inevitably ended up lusting over the city for much of the trip and cursing ourselves for not having the courage to just move there and blame it on the stupidity of our youthfulness.

I will admit that we pulled out a little Craigslist and did some window shopping. (See? That doesn’t look so bad from the outside! We could TOTALLY live there!)



Because we were unexpectedly de-moved a few weeks ago, we’ve had to embark on a new search: an apartment to fill the de-moving void. This, my friends, is no easy task. Instead of avoiding it like the plague, however, I’ve been doing just the opposite; Craigslist has become my addiction.

When I wake? Craigslist.

Before I sleep? Craigslist.

What? It’s only been 20 minutes since I last checked? But there might be a NEW posting. This could be THE ONE! Especially the ones with pictures. I love the ones with pictures.

It’s an uncomfortable obsession because it doesn’t bring me any real satisfaction. Instead, I’m a slave to a hope that springs eternal and a little blue arrow that begs me to refresh.

I will, however, be forced to take respite these next few days as I am going to visit my friend Amanda in the city of sins, Las Vegas. Gluttony, you deserve a break. Let’s give those remaining deadly sins a go.

(So maybe I e-mailed myself a bazillion potential apartments and gave The Boyfriend Who Shall Remain Nameless explicit instructions to contact, walk-through, and debrief while I am away. BIG DEAL. Old New habits die hard.)