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January 30th, 2015


[info]perfectlyportia
[info]valarnet

[info]perfectlyportia
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[info]perfectlyportia
[info]valarnet
It's been a pretty busy week and the weekend is looking to be even more so but I can't complain since I'm going to a fashion show! I am ridiculously excited, especially since I have a couple of dresses exhibiting there :)

I hope others have fun weekend plans!

[info]onatightrope
[info]valarnet

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[info]onatightrope
[info]valarnet
I visited your famous Pinks Hot Dogs and meh. Unimpressed. I'd go for a Dirty Water dog any day of the week over this wannabe. I miss the food the most about New York I think.

[info]dangerous_touch
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[info]dangerous_touch
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Lesson number 578 in Rogue's Life Handbook:

When moving around the cafe and can't quite get something up on the shelves don't accept a hand from your employees you uh, forget to focus on control and end up with a new migraine and a newcomer in the hotel that is my brain. He may be getting a bonus this week for that one. He's fine. But you know. I feel bad.

Seriously. Get it together brain. It's like, I'm joyfully taxing my body's limits and my brain goes "oh nope, we're on vacation now sorry" and leaves the echos to try to run the joint. And let me tell you, they? They do not know what the word control *means*.

I've gone crazy, haven't I? Ha.

In other news, Mardi Gras inspired foods are now at A Taste of Home. I've hired more staff. And it's been a week since I've stress baked enough pies to feed all of Orange County. And I may have hung a sign out front reading "Neutral Ground" and if anyone decides to be a jerk, I'll just grab you bare handed and let you suffer.

[info]idontneedtohide
[info]valarnet

[info]idontneedtohide
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[info]idontneedtohide
[info]valarnet
I've finally woken up with something from my dreams that didn't involve needing to go to the hospital.

I have a dog now. His name is Prada.

[info]missharvelle
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[info]missharvelle
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[info]missharvelle
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Days off are nice. I slept all day. That said, who wants to show a girl around to food places? I don't want to go wandering alone right now, but I want more than crappy take out. The other night the pizza guy looked at me like I had six heads when I asked for a slice of cold cheese. Must remember I'm not in Oneonta and Sal's isn't here to make it for me.

Oh and for those who don't know what it is - a slice of cheese fresh out of the oven with a handful of cold, fresh shredded mozzarella on top. Heaven on a plate. Heaven I say. ooc note: this i a real thing. it's from my neck of the woods. it's delicious

[info]towngoldenboy
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[info]towngoldenboy
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I really shouldn't surf the internet late at night when I can't sleep. I find stuff like this way too funny.

Cut to save friends pages - not filtered )

Somebody called it a "Solar Viking". I have no clue what's up with my sleep cycle lately.

[info]oflions
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[info]oflions
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I had hoped to take Nessie and Bella to Disneyland one more time before the baby was born, but I cannot risk it with the recent measles outbreak. What kind of fun activity can we do with our daughter before her sister is born?

[info]britishcharm
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[info]britishcharm
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These dreams grow ever more alarming. They were simple enough at first, not entirely different than one might expect given the amount of talk they generate. It's bound to cause anyone to have a few strange ideas in their subconscious. But the further I delve into this world, the more concerned I'm becoming.