Welcome to Aguadilla

I just noticed that Jet Blue now flies to Aguadilla Puerto Rico from Newark, so I decided to do a search to find out more about Aguadilla. This is a screen grab from my research...

You can click on the image to see a larger view. Notice anything strange? How about the phrase, "famous for it's crystal clear waters, Gas Chambers, and Wilderness."

Somehow I don't think visiting the famous Gas Chambers of Aguadilla will make it to the top of my vacation wish list any time soon.

For Sensible Munching

I just can't help but love them... The 100 Calorie Snack Packs. Tasty, low-cal, and portion controlled. They are the best of everything, and lucky for us, it seems that the trend is growing. Several manufacturers have jumped on the band wagon, including Nabisco, Frito Lays and Pepperidge Farms.

They now make 100 Cal packs of Doritos, Cheetos, Ritz chips, Wheat Thins, Goldfish(original and chocolate), and Cheese Nips, not to mention the Oreo and Chips Ahoy crisps... Yum. And all only 100 Calories... How do they do it? Seriously?

They are perfect for me, being a snack-a-holic and all. I would love to be snacking all through the day if possible, especially at work, and these snack packs prevent me from trying the really unhealthy stuff that comes out of the magazine's test kitchen (ie. this week's carmel apples and crumbly apple dessert). Right now, as I am posting, I am eating Cool Ranch Doritos, GUILT-FREE. It's so exciting. I'm about 12 pounds down (from where I admit to have gotten up to, but don't ask), and two pants sizes.

Now, if they only made 100 Cal steak dinners, I'd be set...

HNT/Hot and bothered: Part 1

This past weekend, I attended a bridal shower then bachelorette party extravaganza for my closest childhood friend. In preparation, I went to a store called Ricky's. For those who are not familiar with Ricky's, they have sections for everything from Manic Panic and beauty supplies, to cowboy hats and XXX paraphanalia. I was all set with my wholesome Jewish girl gifts for the shower (a Judaica wall hanging symbolizing health, happiness, and good luck, and a two tier fruit basket from her registry), but I still needed something for the bachelorette party. I made a b-line for the dark room in the back with the beaded curtain entryway and neon arrow of flashing Xs...

As I parted the beads and popped my head in, I was greeted by an army of plastic penises, in every color, shape, and size imaginable, standing at attention mere inches from my face. I could feel myself blushing, purely out of surprise. If I had been there with someone else, it would have been a different story. We could have laughed about it all and played it up. But going alone into one of those places feels a bit sketchy. The awkwardness lasted all of about two seconds before I started getting into my options... There were the pink fuzzy hand cuffs, drink stirrers shaped like penises, edible undies for him, and a naked orgy of people about an inch tall that you throw in someone's drink and they grow. But it really came down to two. The candy necklace garter belt or the edible body paint... I opted for the paint.


Pictured is my ghetto version of edible body paint a.k.a. ketchup!

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Banished to the blogosphere's corner

I have come down with an unfortunate condition that has been worsening over the past few weeks. It is television induced blog blanking.

I swear, I keep thinking of the sexiest, hottest, most bizarre things to tell you, and then the moment I turn on the TV, I go totally and completely blank.

Between Grey's the past two nights and Idol tonight, I'm surprised I can even form any words right now. Okay, so there have been a few other things on my plate as well, including a wedding I photographed two weekends ago, that I have been organizing and playing with ever since, but mostly I blame the HD-DVR-Netflix-Devil Box that continues to seduce me.

Hopefully, after the season (and series) finales this week, my condition will fade and I will be back in true form, sans dunce cap.

HNT: In Nature

That was me last Saturday, feeling very peaceful (and finally shedding the layers because it was beautiful out) at the Brooklyn Botanic Garden.

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hey you

You know what really gets my goat? Hey-you-ers. Uggh. Those people who use "hey you" no matter how close you get to them. Whether you are coworkers, classmates, or good friends, it doesn't matter. Everyone gets the hey you. I once was involved with a hey-you-er, and still got the hey you even after we were, well, intimate. It didn't end. Via email, on the phone, as a greeting, even *gasp* in bed. Hey you. Needless to say, that didn't last.

I just don't get it. Do they think it's cute or funny? Are they lazy? Or are they just really bad at remembering names? Whatever it is, give it up. Is it really that hard to personalize? Use a name or a nickname, or you just might be hey-you-ing yourself out of a good thing.