![This hat really makes a statement. And that statement is: “I am a vagina.”
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This hat really makes a statement. And that statement is: “I am a vagina.”
[Photo: People]
First practice run with my mentors, Crazy Legs Conti and Tim “Eater X” Janus. In 10 minutes, I ate 7 dogs and 7 buns. My goal is 12, so I’ll be practicing a lot more until my qualifier on June 4. Which means I’m going to have a lot of meat sweats in May. Apologies in advance to any smell-sensitive vegetarians who come within my vicinity.
I bought this waterproof notepad because I seem to have my greatest strokes of brilliance in the shower, and then I promptly forget them by the time I towel off. Adam made the first contribution to it, a genius one indeed.
Fun fact: Kerrin Frey is my hometown hairdresser! Every time I go back to River Falls, she would cut my hair and tell me about the progress she’s made on the dress. I’m happy to hear she finally finished it!
DIY of the Day: Tara Frey’s mom Kerrin spent six years working on her daughter’s prom dress. What took her so long? Well, most of the time was spent gathering up enough Starburst candy wrappers to make a wearable article of clothing. “It’s going to be a little bit too much attention,” Tara said of her Starburst dress, shoes, flowers, and purse. “But hey, she worked hard on it.”
As sweet serendipity would have it, Tara and her date — who received a matching Starburst vest — may actually end up being the best-dressed couple. “Our theme for the prom is ‘Candyland,” Tara said. “So kind of lucked out on that one.”
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This morning I saw a man riding a tandem bike by himself and thought, “that is the saddest thing I’ve ever seen.” Two blocks later, I see this bird without a body and feel better about the solo tandem cyclist.
Good one, Google.
After almost two years of dating and six months of living together, Adam and I finally took the plunge: we changed our relationship statuses on Facebook.
I made this magnet mosiac of Vincent Van Gogh’s “Self Portrait,” but all I see is Groundskeeper Willie.
In case you don’t subscribe to World of DQ, Dairy Queen’s corporate magazine, that’s me and Adam in their “A Smile and A Story” column. (Click photo to enlarge — and please note that some of my answers were edited to sound a bit more, uh, earnest than I had originally responded.)
Back story: I often complain about the absence of Dairy Queens in New York City and fill that void with Dilly Bar binges whenever I leave. Adam knows that no matter what time or how unhungry I am, if we’re on the road and pass by that red-and-white sign, he has to stop. So what that it’s 9 a.m. and I just mowed a lumberjack breakfast? I need that Banana Cream Pie Blizzard inside me and I need it now.
So last year for Valentine’s Day, Adam rented a car and surprised me with a road trip to Union, NJ, where he arranged a romantic dinner at my favorite ice cream joint. He brought along a table cloth, flowers, candles, dishware, a box of wine, and together we feasted on a dinner of fried foods and ice cream. My heart fluttered, my brain froze. I was in heaven.
During our meal, some teenagers at a nearby table were taking photos of us and giggling, so I was certain they were tweeting and blogging about the lame couple celebrating the most romantic day of the year at a fast food restaurant. When one of the kids approached us and asked if they could serenade us, we said yes and waited for a butchered rendition of a cheesy love song. Instead they ran out to their car, returned with a guitar and belted out “1, 2, 3, 4” by the Plain White T’s with the most beautiful voices this side of Bieberville. It was so sweet that it actually brought tears to my eyes, but then again, I’m big, wussy crybaby and was high on lactose at the time.
The next day, I wondered if the kids had in fact tweeted/blogged about our little rendezvous, so I Googled something like “Valentine’s Day” “Dairy Queen” “New Jersey” and lo and behold, there it was. Only they didn’t make fun at all and were actually really touched themselves.
Love: it’s alive at a suburban New Jersey Dairy Queen. Happy Valentine’s Day, sweethearts.
