Ever since we threw that guy I married a kick-ass 40th birthday party, people have been asking about how we made the three-tiered Rice Krispie cake. So I thought I’d let you in on the easy-but-impressive cake secrets, and ALSO tell you how to make the most delicious browned butter, sea-salt Rice Krispie treats…
Inspired by this post on Offbeat Bride, and knowing Aaron isn’t much for cake, I asked my buddy Jessica to help me make a three-tiered Rice Krispie cake out of her famous browned butter Rice Krispie treats.
Here’s how you can follow suit and make your own for your own birthday times… Read More
Aaron turned 40 this year. I met him six months after he turned 30, so I haven’t been around for any of his “milestone” years… till now! I decided to go all out and throw him a big fancy 40th birthday to celebrate his “big kid” status. Okay, I’ll be honest… I was also an excuse to wear the vintage ball gown I purchased 4 or 5 years ago and has never left my closet.
I joined forces with a team of my best buddies and brilliant hosts to pull it all off… Read More
Apparently 2013 and 2014 are the years that I learned a lot about relationships — both romantic and friendly, both other people’s and my own.
I’ve been lucky that my “bullshit meter” (as that guy I married calls it) is so finely tuned that I’m able to identify and completely avoid assholes from the moment I meet them. But sometimes a few slip through. Sometimes they have personality disorders that make them hard to identify. Sometimes people are really good at looking perfect. And sometimes, depending on how long the friendships continue, they just change over the years… Read More
The other night, I went over to my best friend Ken’s “studio” and helped shut down the final Napzok Files podcast of the year.
There was whiskey, auto-snarking, talking about Christmas, my Dream Vortex on Maui, why that guy I married and I have an awesome marriage, gender issues, and generally exploring the super-special relationship I have with my best friend Ken.
If you’ve ever wondered wtf goes on when the two of us hang out, or HOW two very different people can be such stupid-close friends, THIS podcast will show you everything you need to know.
So it’s official: Christmas is cancelled. Due to work reasons, Aaron and I aren’t able to make it to Texas to spend Christmas with our families. We’re bummed as all hell, my parents are broken hearted, and my sister has basically threatened to kick my ass… if she ever gets to see me again.
Let me tell you about the first (and LAST) time we had Christmas on our own… Read More
I rolled up and stopped at light in front of a liquor store a couple blocks from my apartment. I noticed to my left, a very rotund, clearly homeless dude was pointing towards a small fire of what looked to be those coupon papers that you always get un-wantingly shoved into your mailbox. (What the fuck are those things? How can I stop them? Anyway…)
The guy went from pointing to the small fire to wandering over towards it, as another bundled-up, clearly homeless woman, who was sitting in the alley way to the side of the liquor store, started yelled his name. Although it sounded less like a name and more like two unintelegable syllables. “ahBEE ahBEE stop that. Stop that. ahBEE STOP THAT.” She screamed as the guy started stomping on the small raging fire with his big ‘ol boots.
Looking on from the entrance to the liquor store, were two patrons: one guy with a cell phone in his hand, one lady with a jug of water in hers. I stared at them, wondering when the lady with the water jug was going to — you know — POUR WATER ON THE FIRE. Or perhaps when the man with the cell phone would — you know — CALL SOMEONE.
Neither of these things happened.
“ahBEE” continued to stomp on the fire, as the bundled-up lady proceeded to yank on his arm. At one point, ahBEE’s boot caught on fire, and I went to snatch my phone to call 911. Fuck getting a ticket for cell phone-ing while driving, I was NOT about to watch a man burn up in flames while a woman with a jug full of water did NOTHING. But somehow he not only managed to put out the fire, but his boot un-caught on fire. Dah fuk?
Then it got weirder, and by weirder I mean perfect… Read More