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Yesterday was fun.
I took the train to Copley with Jussi and we met her friend Heath and his boyfriend for lunch. We went to Wagamama in the Pru. Then I jotted over to work and was greeted with a 50 person cover count to split between 6 servers. Um, in non-restaurant speak, that means it was really slow at work, less than ten covers in a night per server means NO MONIES for anyone. I decided to take one for the team and leave. I walked back up to the Pru and met Jussi and we took a nice walk to Kenmore sq. Then we hopped on the 57 and I went home to take a disco nap. Despite the fact that there was a fiesta going on behind my house (the latino neighbors have a fiesta every Saturday in the summer, complete with fiesta music and screaming children) I was able to sleep after closing my window and blasting my fan for white noise.
I woke up around 9, put on a cute outfit that included my purple suede Prince heels, and walked down to Sean and Jussi's. A big gang of us decided to do some frontloading before Videodrome. We were just about to leave when the typhoon hit. Pouring sideways rain from out of nowhere. We waited it out for as long as we could but eventually we gave up and took Emma's car down to the Common Ground. We got pretty wet, and I probably ruined my purple suede Prince heels, but none of that mattered once we got inside.
I danced for about an hour straight, and then I danced some more. I got so sweaty and gross but I didn't care. I was having so much fun dancing that I forgot to even bother to drink. Then Craig put on his AMAZING Michael Jackson mix, which he synched up with a crazy video montage of epic proportions. Even though we had all been dancing for at least 30 minutes straight, not one of us could stop dancing once the MJ mix came on. It was as close to a religious experience as I've had in years.
Today, my legs hurt, my feet hurt, my back hurts, and I don't even care. For one solid hour I felt every bad thing in the world dissolve away from me and all I could feel was goodness. That's what music is for. That's what friends are for. That's what dancing to music with your friends is for.
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 She said goodbye to The Hills but Lauren Conrad is still a fan favorite: Her debut novel, L.A. Candy, has topped the New York Times Best Seller list two weeks in a row. "If someone said to me five years ago when this all started that I would one day make the New York Times Best Seller list I wouldn't have believed it," Conrad tells PEOPLE exclusively. "I am so honored that it is now a reality." The novel, loosely based on Conrad's own life, follows of Jane Roberts, a 19-year-old girl who moves to Hollywood and ends up as the star of her own reality show. Although Conrad is used to the spotlight, she's still in awe over her literary accomplishment, "It was such a compliment to be included in something with such established names." L.A. Candy, which hit shelves June 16, is the first in a three-book deal for the reality TV star. http://www.people.com/people/article/0,,20290682,00.html
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I'm looking for a nutritionist to guide me through an elimination diet to identify any food allergies or (more likely) food sensitivities that lead to asthma, psoriasis, and some other similar autoimmune issues.
I'm aware a number of nutritionists work through phone consultation. My ideal would be a nutritionist who could see me once or twice as well as provide consultation by phone. Even more ideal would be that the nutritionist would be on the peninsula, somewhere between San Mateo and Sunnyvale. However, the North Bay into Sonoma and Napa would be fine for a couple of appointments with the right practitioner.
I'd love to hear success stories, even null result stories if you consider it a success (you and the nutritionist determined your concerns were not primarily food related). If you're comfortable sharing cost and duration of treatments, and any medical insurance coverage stories, that would help me plan. (I'm assuming i'll be off-insurance but can use my medical flex dollars). If you have frustration stories, i'm happy to read those, too.
Thanks for your help! If you want to email me via my profile address or message via the LJ message system, that is fine.
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I'm probably going to bring this up with a doctor as soon as I can see one anyway, but while I'm stuck waiting ... I can't tell if what I'm experiencing is just normal brain fog or something else. Forgetting things and being unable to concentrate, that I can deal with. I'm used to it. But sometimes I have these moments where I suddenly say things that make no sense whatsoever, or worse, that I don't even agree with. I have no idea where they come from. Fortunately, in about 75% of cases I'll just ask a stupid question on the internet. I'll describe a problem that is either not real, or it is but I already know the solution, and ask for help. Once the answers start coming in, I usually feel like an idiot. One time my original post was so weird that I went, "Wait ... what? Did I write that? What for??" (It hasn't happened in this community yet, btw.) Occasionally, however, things get more serious. The worst example I can think of is when my boyfriend and I were talking about racism in America (we're German) and I somehow managed to get the entire history of black people mixed up with that of Native Americans. That's ... that's just not okay. You don't DO that. I know what really happened, I knew it before and I knew it after, but on that day I suddenly didn't. It was almost as if my brain realised that the required piece of information was temporarily unavailable, and then it improvised. Without telling me. Now, it's one thing to get history wrong, but the same also happens with my own thoughts and feelings. How am I supposed to function as a human being when I'm constantly at risk of telling people information about me that isn't true? How am I supposed to raise a child like this? Sometimes my boyfriend tells me I've said something I don't remember and I reply, "I can't have said that because I don't agree with it." In the past I assumed that he was simply wrong, as his memory isn't the best, either. But now? I always have to take into account the possibility that yes, I might have said that. It's creepy. I hope I'm not freaking out about something completely normal here. Or maybe I should hope that I am. Current Mood: confused
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http://cakewrecks.blogspot.com/2009/07/sunday-sweets-harry-potter.html Years ago, Jen and I were in an airport with nothing to read. So, like so many other hapless victims, we decided to peruse the local den of thieves (aka airport gift shop). On a whim, Jen picked up Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone. Little did I know that that would be the beginning of what has become a minor obsession in my life. We've been to midnight book releases, I listen to the audio books at work over and over, and naturally I'm far more excited about the movies than any grown man probably should be. So, with the sixth film coming out this Wednesday, I asked Jen to let me do this week's Sunday Sweets. Now, put down those Fizzing Wizzbies, and let's admire the works of some of the finest Muggle bakers around! You guys asked for more 2D cakes, so check out this awesome fondant-free example:  We're pretty sure that's either a chocolate or butter cream transfer on the top - cool, huh? I found it on Decolicious!'s Flickr stream. Next is Marge's amazing Sorting Hat:  For those of you who are not (yet) die-hard Potter fans, the sorting hat is a magical talking hat. Who sometimes sings. Or produces swords. Or bursts into flames. (Just read the books, Ok?) This next one is reeeeally exciting [pushing up glasses]:  It's a book cake, yes. But not just ANY book cake; a book cake with the very last line from the series on it:  "All was well." [tearing up] This is so beautiful. Sadly, I've looked and looked but I don't know who made it. If someone does, please let me know. And finally, here's the Hogwarts cake Duff and his team from Charm City Cakes made:  I think this was for the last movie's premier. Here's a closeup:  I know what you're thinking, and yes, there actually are more great Harry Potter cakes out there. You'll just have to tune in next Sunday to see the rest of them. (And if you have one to nominate, you can send it to us at Sunday Sweets [at] Cake Wrecks [dot] com.) And finally, I know there are still some folks out there who don't like Harry Potter, for any of a number of reasons. I doubt I'll be able to change your mind if that's the case, but I do want to share what I think is the best end result of JK Rowling's work:  Little kids reading 800 page books - now THAT is Sunday Sweets worthy.
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http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/BjUB/~3/kXdx1wg0Wyo/fashion-preview-jillian-harris_12.html 
I wrote about this one back in June, but I know you guys are going to go crazy for these.
Especially those of you who have not yet figured out the beauty of my search function. (hint - it's in the top right corner of the blog.)
On Monday, Jillian and Ed are going on a date on a boat, and he's going to tell her he brought his parents to Hawaii.
But you won't even notice it, because you're going to be fixated on the darling blue-green initial necklace she's wearing. It's by Ritzy Misfit - an Etsy artist who specializes in one-of-a-kind, initial, wax sealed pendants in all kinds of beautiful colors and strung on a homemade chain. Each piece is charming, unique, and just a bit imperfect, just like each of us. And, I think you should order one, now. Because as soon as it airs on Monday, everyone is going to go apeshit over this necklace. And then you're going to have to wait days, or weeks or possibly months. Or, worst case scenario, forever. Because this necklace is cute, and different, and frankly, affordable. Which is how I'd describe her Forever 21 denim jumper and her black Bloomingdales short romper. And those sold out in, like, 12 seconds.
And then I'll have to say, "I told you so."
And I just hate that.
Wait. No I don't.
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