The Modern Day Woman's Guide to the Existential Diet

In the world today the role of woman is muddy and unfocused. We have feminist leaders telling us what is appropriate and what reduces us to objects or images. On the flip side, Jessica Simpson impregnates the television world with mindless bimbo-blonde moments, not to mention creatures like "Bratz" are on the shelves. I say fuck it all. I'm a woman with my own individuality. Who are you? Let me tell you about the Existential Diet...

Monday, December 18, 2006

It's Christmas Time!! Hoo-dee-hoo!

So yesterday I completed most of my Christmas shopping, with only a few choice items to seek out. I feel relieved. I left in the morning at 10:30 to shop. I got home around 3:00 in the afternoon. But I didn't get finished baking and making cookies until about 10:00 at night. Whew! Just call me Martha fucking Stuart.

Read:
4 Hot chocolate Jars... idea stolen from oh so ordinary
Viennese Vanilla Cookies
Pistachio Biscotti
Chocolate Covered Pretzels in milk chocolate, dark chocolate, and white chocolate
Home-made chocolate cups in all said chocolates, but also containing peanuts, peppermint sticks, coconut, and pecans.

Thank you Food Network for not fucking my recipes up like all those lame recipe wannabe sites have in the past. Everything turned out perfect. And though the boyfriend didn't believe me when I told him on the phone, he'll just have to try it for himself when he gets back in town.

I. Need. More. Ribbon.

While at the craft store, my friend looked at me incredulously because I put 4 spools of ribbon in my cart. I still need more. Sheesh. So another crazy trip to the craft store before Thursday is in order. I still need to finish wrapping. I need RIBBON for that wrapping!!!

Come on guys, say it with me: Fuck Wrapping Paper. I decided to go without this year and wrap everything in pretty colored tissue paper. And ribbon. Ugh. It all looks so cute! The cookie tin I made for the boy's grandparents is absolutely adorable. I'm quite proud.

Now all I have to do is keep myself from eating the 6 POUNDS of candy and cookies that's made its home in my kitchen, and we'll be talkin... but that biscotti is soooo good. Ugh, here we go...

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