Riot and Frolic

a mostly ballroom dance, but also a bunch of other stuff, blog

  • Merry Christmas, of course.  Happy December 25, otherwise.

    Let us rejoice because not only is bacon great, but you can make bacon greater.

    It's true.

    Do this:

    Grab some bacon, a jelly roll pan (a cookie sheet with a lip, yo), and all the seasonings in this recipe.

     

    seasoned bacon

    this is where it gets awesome

     

    Mix up all the stuff in that recipe (seasoning for pork & chicken here, just in case you missed the first link) and sprinkle in liberally on your bacon, which is obviously laid out on the pan.

    Bake for 10-15 minutes at 375 degrees.  (Don't let it get too brown, and don't worry, it won't look done, but it gets crispy as it cools).

     

    not-quite-Christmas breakfast

    get ready for amazeballs bacon

     

    Enjoy.  [Chocolate buttermilk pancakes optional, but recommended.]

     

    greatest breakfast

    AMAZEBALLS!


    MERRY CHRISTMAS! 

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  • – there's a new playground in town and someone knows how to climb up the little stairs and slide down the slide all by herself.  For hours.  

     

    indoor playground

    non-stop fun. literally

     

    – my extra-great great aunt invited us to meet Santa, who was in town for breakfast.  It was an adorable event aimed at the still-wary-of-Santa set packed with face-painting, silly games (a more enthusiastic Hokey Pokey and Limbo, I have not seen), easy prizes, a three piece band that made every carol a polka, and a friendly Santa who would wander around talking to the kids.  

     

    Santa

    my kids were the only ones with "princess" face paint and not, say, a wreath or reindeer on their face

     

    – Zoo learns to drink from a coffee mug, in a very dainty and self-pleased sort of way.

     

    baby with coffee mug

    it's just milk, people

     

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    – after visiting Target's Christmas section, I CAN NOT WAIT for December 26 to roll around so I can buy all that shit for 75% off.  "Decorate your own Christmas tree" craft set with 20 trees to decorate? Yes.  Four rolls of wrapping paper in red, green, pink, and aqua? Vintage color YES.  PINK TINSEL TREE?  YESSSSSSS!

    – I spend 23 minutes in front of our tree snapping pictures, trying to get one out of focus.  Yes, out of focus.  It's bokeh for lame people.  And surprisingly hard on an iPhone.  

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    – taught the girls how to finger crochet.  They made necklaces and were out of my crochet face for like 10 minutes.  Huzzah!

    – coffee with friends with awesome nicknames.  

     

    shannonigens

    the best kind of hijinks

     

    Now I'm preparing the last of the Christmas-y type things and looking forward to a couple days of eating and family-ing.  What are you up to?

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  • A dear friend of mine is a very Godly person.  Like, heinous people cannot muster any meanness towards her because she is SO GOOD.  Like, I don't really understand most religiousy stuff unless she's around.  I think she uses osmosis.

    Anyhoo, she was talking about a religion class she was taking and how it really spoke to her and hearing her talk about All Things Holy was exactly like all the things I think in my head about ballroom dancing:

    • sense of community
    • keeps my mind open to learning
    • teaches me humility
    • gives me confidence
    • blah blah blah

    Now, yes, it seems a little trivial to compare ballroom dancing to an omnipotent being and the worhsip thereof, but it made me realize we all need more passion in our lives.  

    A big draw of the ballroom world is that there are so many people (teachers and students alike) who are passionate about what they're doing.  Being around that excitement and energy is contagious and addicting…  Very unlike most office day jobs, if I remember correctly.  

    So what if you're not into ballroom dancing?  If an inspired person/book/song/movie has you on the edge of your seat, what is the first thing you think of?  Your kids?  Your crossword puzzle?  Your car?  Your lifelong ambition of starting a bucket-making company?  

    Whatever "it" is, can you spend more time with It (the "It" of your dreams, mind you, not the scary clown from the Stephen King novel) ?  If you're sort of bored with every day life, why not insert some of that awesomeness into it?  

    There's always obstacles.  I get that.  Not all families can live on one income, the New York Times crossword puzzle is tricky, the salt from the roads ruins paint jobs, the bucket market is saturated.  But overcoming obstacles and getting more happy is probably neater than being stagnant and less than happy.  

    Word.

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  • Every once in a while, I like to write a completely selfish post.  What am I talking about they're all selfish posts.  Mememememememe.  #metime.  

    Now listen to me while I tell you my resolutions.

    – read before going to bed.  Instead of, you know, checking Facebook/Instagram/Twitter/Pinterest, watching Hulu/Netflix, sitting in front of a screen.

     

    Girl-Reading

    i had to sit for this painting for soooo long

     

    – not watch Hulu/Netflix/illegal-streaming-sources unless I'm doing something productive.  You know, like those things I hate: folding laundry, washing dishes.  Basically, just those two things.  I read an article about "creating a mindful home" and while I think it's a bunch of new age jibber-jabber, it's a good idea to start liking chores.  I mean, they have to get done, why be resentful about it?  I will gladly wash dishes if that means I can watch Vampire Diaries.

     

    TV-Zombie

    it's for vampires, too, yo

     

    – GET UP.  Get the hell out of bed and d.o. something.  My bed is so comfy and I love sleeping in or just laying around after waking up, but I also love being active first thing in the morning because I'm so much more productive during the day.  Gah!  Decisions!  Yoga?  Okay.  Running?  Fine.  Anything move-y?  Yes.

     

    jumping out of bed

    the jumping might bother The G

     

    – find a reasonable schedule for blogging.  I was rocking it for awhile during weekday naptimes, but then our schedules changed and naptimes got inconsistent, as did cleaning and showering.  Then I started binge-writing on Saturdays, like all 5 posts for the week in one night.  But we travel a lot of weekends, so weeks would pass with no bloggy-blog.  :(  Think think think…

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    – pay off those damn credit cards and weird little floating bills.  The sad part is I don't have that much debt, I'm just paying minimum amounts on them because I'm too lazy to figure something better out. There's a baby delivery and a credit card or two, but nothing serious.  I'd like to cross those piddly monthly payments off my bill calendar and sock that money away for a trip to Bora Bora or something.

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    What are you all looking forward to improving?  Any big goals for the year?  Hell, any big goals for the week?

    BobHarper

  • Let's pretend 2012 is over, which let's face it, since we're all on senior slide this time of the year, it effectively is.  There's too many goodies at the office/home, 12 more parties to attend, shopping to finish, and a general giddiness that make doing anything productive rather unappealing right now.

    Tomorrow I'll bore you with my goals for next year, so today I'll entertain you with [insert moviefone voice] "A Year in Pictures" !

    February 12 – Dressing up on a Saturday night in Wausau, WI will get you labeled.

    red eye brewing

    that's right

    March 17 – We found the best coffee in the ENTIRE world when we walked 3 miles in 80 degree weather.  In March.  In Minnesota.

    claddagh

    that's right

    March 31 – Damn you, charming baby!

    baby

    that's right

    April 4 – Damn you, non-charming babies!

    non-cute children

    daydreamer, crabber, dinosaur

    April – The garden begins!  Look at how innocent it looks.  Not at all like something that will try to cannilbalize itself, get me sunburned, leave me with a sea of tomatoes, or turn me into a hippie.

    garden bed

    innocent like dirt-eating toddlers

    April 11 – We make our children walk off their Easter feast in the cold.   [Note the crystal clear photo.  *sob* I miss you, camera!]

    stone arch bridge

    it was windy and cold AND too far

    April 18 – I took pictures of these fools, who just released their album.  Do you like drinking or Irish music?  Then you'll like their music.  

    broken spoke

    broken spoke

    April 17 – The best cake ever was decorated.

    cake

    that's right

    All year – Surrounded by rhinestones, The G and I hit up the East Coast, West Coast, and No Coast for a year-long ballroom dance blitz.  Sometimes we sucked and sometimes we didn't, but we were always enveloped in shiny things, self-tanner, and fabulous people.

    rhinestone jewelry

    farkles

    May 6 – I proved running long-distance is just as ugly as it sounds.

    running

    that's right

    May 16 – The G and I had Epic Date, which included this place.  

    ideal diner

    it was ideal

    End of May – We saw a big boat.  And then we made it a boatload of Bratts.  Family reunion accomplished.

    tall ship

    U.S.S. something or other

     

    Still May – The ladies continued their stellar record of taking beautiful portraits together.  

     

    portrait

    so precious

     

    June 30 – V debuted her dancing skills.  Watching the audience was almost better than watching her.

     

    baby dancing

    crossover break, done well

     

    June 1 – If you're going to run a 5k on the hottest day of the year, obviously it should be 90% uphill and involve obstacles.

     

    warrior dash

    or not

     

    July 6 – The drive-in is where birthday magic happens. 

     

    drive-in

    that's right

     

    August 5 – Zoo proves that you can't be cute all the time.  Especially while eating.

     

    baby

    especially while eating a lemon

     

    August 30 – I learn how to make big hair look good.

     

    big hair

    before

     

    September 1 – I recovered from forgetting my dresses and geeked out at The Bean.  

     

    the bean

    after

     

    September 22 – We didn't die in this slightly-creepy corn maze.  

     

    corn maze

    snow white, of course

     

    September 25 – Pittsburgh's Monongehela Incline was DA BOMB.

     

    monongehela

    vintage cable car view

     

    October 11 – I set a personal low bar for running.  I think I rigged it so my next marathon time makes me look like a BEAST.  Way to go, pink pants.

     

    tc marathon

    i didn't fall down

     

    October 13 – The G and I continue OUR stellar record of taking awkward photos together.  Ah, I see, a family trait!

     

    chicago

    that's right

     

    October 31 – I complete a sewing project on time AND bribe my children with candy.  

     

    the fairies

    flora, tinkerbell, and merryweather

     

    November 15 – They prove me wrong!  Secret trick: put them up on something 5 feet up in the air, then they can't stop giggling.  

     

    cheese

    spotter?

     December 8 – Zoo and I have the same reaction to the awesome registration area at the Bellagio.

    bellagio

    geeking out is a family trait, too


     December 11 – We return from the 70 degree desert to a foot of snow.  Someone couldn't be happier.  

    snow

    that's right
    What did you do this year?  Any fun trips?  Awkward family photos?  Do tell.
    jerry seinfeld

    festivus
  • On our trip to sunny Las Vegas a couple weeks ago, we were wandering around The Forum Shops at Caesar's Palace when HUNGER STRUCK.  You know, that fun, zippy kind of hunger that makes you want to bite someone's head off?  

    Our party had just reached the dead end of the Atlantis Fountain where The Cheesecake Factory was singing its siren song.  But their 1 hour wait was not floating our boat.  Sailing away down the mall, we anchored at Max Brenner's (a chocolate and food restaurant).

    Along with the place's surprisingly-appropriate french fry serving size, we loved their BACON.

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    "It's baked," answered our server.

    Dude, I bake bacon and it tastes nothing like this.

    The darling manager stopped by and mentioned they season it with "brown sugar and 11 other spices".

    So guess what I'm combing The Internets for?  

    That's right, my bacon-loving public, I'm going to be pounding the kitchen pavement and doing some hard-core taste-tasting the next few weeks to find the perfect bacon rub.  

    It's a hard job, but somebody's gotta do it.

    All the talk of more-awesome-than-regular-bacon got my friend reminiscing about her co-worker's bacon-wrapped Smokies (I can't write "cocktail wieners" without giggling, and here I go [hehehehe]).  

    *scouring Interwebs*

    NAILED IT!

    Guess who's eating these at the family get-together on Christmas Eve?

     

    no

    "crack weiners". really? THAT'S how we're going to name them?

     

    ME! They're all MINE!  

    You know what I love?  Clichés about the sea, hyphens, not sharing, and bacon.  

    The end.

     

    kevin bacon

    duh

     

  • – fly baby  

    fly baby

     

     

    z takes to the sky

     

    – dance people

     

    Holiday Classic Dancesport

    and that's a command

     

    – snap V

     

    kid photography

    low angle photos from a 4 year old

     

    – love Kate Spade

     

    Kate Spade

    cha cha cha

     

    – geek family

     

    bellagio

    the bellagio will do that to you

     

    – fall snow

     

    snow

    rolling in the deep

     

    – explode Facebook.

     

    Facebook notifications

    happy birthday

     

    Happy holidays!

     

    joseph morgan

    caught up

     

  • Things I've learned this week:

    • Murphy's Law will get you.  Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow… But SOMEDAY.  Someday, you'll forget your dance costume (hopefully you remember before you're in a different state); someday, your makeup remover will escape it's seemingly-spillproof packaging and be all over EVERYTHING; someday; you will completely space an entire corner of your routine. 
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    • Subjectively judged sports are biased.  There's a million ways to sway the judging panel in your favor, and a million ways for that judging panel to not see those favorable things.  One can deal with these facts or not.  *sigh*                                
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    • Tanning products settle into stretch marks and NEVER COME OUT.
    • No one cares how your dancing feels.  People care how it looks.  I've heard that said so many times and have seen it/felt it in action that many more.  Pretend you're having a great time if you're not and I bet you will A) start having a better time B) get better scores.
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    • Vegas is not quite family-friendly.  It's like family-cordial.  Family-tolerant?  Same with ballroom competitions.  People, I have some kids and I'm training to be respectful and out of the way, but they're idiots.  I mean, have you ever tried to talk to a 2-year-old?  No matter the subject, all Mae Cake wants to tell me is how brave she is because she went on the escalator.  I'm sorry my 4-year-old is twirling in the corner next to your stretching zone, but trust me, the karma is biting me in the butt while I'm preparing to dance.
    • You will never feel more pale than when you have not fake-tanned after spending 2 days in a ballroom dance comp.  
    • There are some DELIGHTFUL people in the ballroom world.  D-lightful
    • Dancing is a good time.  Right?  That's why you spent the money and the time and the sacrifices.  Remember that.  Dancing=good times.
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    his real name is not Tony

    One year ago: Throw It All Away

  • GSbc
    Besides the obvious anxiety I have over reading books translated from their original language, I'm quite excited to read Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy.  

     

    anna karenina

    so many translations, so few nuances

     

    I sincerely chose this book before I even knew of a newly released movie.

     

    In my first draft of 91 Books to Make Me Smarter, I had the list alphabetical by title.  Anna, then, topped the list and burned itself into my conscious as being Book #1.  (Yes, yes, I know I started with The Princess Bride, but that was really book .5 now, wasn't it.)

    It's a Real Book.  It's historical, it's epic, it's Tolstoy, and it's huge.  

    As V asked "Why does that book have so many pages?"

    Me: It's a really long story.

    V: It must have a LOT of stories.

    Oh, what?  You're still wondering about my "obvious anxiety" about translations?  It's because I get a little too emotional thinking about the translator's job.  

    For example, I'm going to translate a CLASSIC WORK OF LITERATURE.  A piece of art whose prose is so beloved in its own language that people in other countries want, no, neeeed, to read it and understand the beautiful imagery that the original author had portrayed.  With all of the nuances and implicit meanings in one language, it must be a task to get that right in another language.  And if you screw it up?  You are RUINING it for those other people, man.

    No pressure.

    But in any case, let's read the book and check in later this month, okay?

     

    aaron johnson

    kick ass?

     

  • A bunch of weeks ago, I decided to make like envy and get green: start composting, stop buying stuff with excess packaging, etc.  Despite a few setbacks, I'm glad to say I'm seeing some major improvements.

    My indoor and outdoor compost bins are getting a workout.  I fill up my little kitchen bucket almost every day, then transport those food scraps out to the big boy in the backyard.  I've turned the material in the big one a couple times, and am surprised to see everything still looks like what it went in as.  Like, nothing has decomposed as far as I can tell.  

    Whatevs.

    I also got more consistent in using cloth diapers on our youngest AND got serious about potty-training Mae Cake.  That is a huge load (get it??? ahahahaha!!!) off our garbage output.

    Here's the exciting part (it might be more exciting if you have a shot of tequila, I'm just saying): our family went from having a heaping-full garbage can every week to filling about two 13-gallon kitchen bags.  Winning!

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    I'm going to call my "waste management service provider" and request a smaller can starting next month.  Winning AND saving money?  Yes.

    "Smaller can".  Ha.  

    charlie sheen

    don't do drugs