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Favorite Christmas Movie…time to start watching it daily…well…weekly
overheard 3 (via MoreInterpretations)
“HAIR.”
Play it so loud it hurts. The way God intended. Mascis. Whatever.
Dinosaur Jr. : Just Like Heaven : You’re Living All Over Me
This song just keeps showing back up in my life…and I love it.
Rolling Stones in drag
Daniel Krall
Dolly Parton’s 9 to 5
This song is autobiographical for me. :(
For a very good friend of mine….two of her favorite things. Weiner dog and a Snuggie.
Ruby Must Have one!
This is a must Read!
I love this. via Diane Bergeron Interiors
I need this in my house with a lamp on top.
I’d heard good things about a local pizzeria, a small non-chain affair that reportedly served quality pie at a reasonable price. I walked into the restaurant and looked up at the menu board. The first thing I noticed is that they offered two sizes, labeled “Large” and “Medium.”
“No Small?” I asked.
“We don’t have a Small,” the woman at the counter replied without looking up.
As is my wont, I slipped immediately into pedantic mode.
“Well, if there are only two sizes, isn’t one by definition ‘Large’ and the other ‘Small’?”
The woman looked up and stared at me hard for a moment. “I told you we don’t have a Small,” she said. Then she gestured vaguely upward. “It’s right there on the menu — Large and Medium.”
Of course, I should have given up at this point, but soldiered on stubbornly.
“Well, is there, like, a standard in the pizza business? Is a Small always 10 inches, and a Medium always 14, and you just don’t carry the 10-inch size?” I raised my eyebrows helpfully.
She countered by closing her eyes for a brief time and sighing deeply. When she opened them again, still silent, I waggled my eyebrows and turned my head slightly to suggest she respond.
She did not.
I ordered a medium pepperoni and a large Coke. The pizza was pretty good.
Ouch…I hate hearing that this happens to other people too. You mean no harm. You just want to see things labeled in logical order and yet this is why my girlfriend says “some” people consider me an asshole. But in the end …I also only really care about how good the pizza tastes.
From Girlfriend- Not an asshole….Condescending
“Nostalgia - it’s delicate, but potent. Teddy told me that in Greek, ‘nostalgia’ literally means ‘the pain from an old wound.’ It’s a twinge in your heart far more powerful than memory alone. This device isn’t a spaceship, it’s a time machine. It goes backwards, and forwards… it takes us to a place where we ache to go again. It’s not called the wheel, it’s called the carousel. It let’s us travel the way a child travels - around and around, and back home again, to a place where we know we are loved.”
-Mad Men episode 113, “The Wheel”
-Borrowed from Mad Men by way of Suicide Blonde
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