Monday, December 20, 2010


Today, after I asked her about the manufacturer of my next WBDN item, my friend Jo-Seks warned me that she didn't want to see it in my WBDN series because she thought it was far too valuable. So, before I present this next WBDN item, allow me this short disclaimer:

Are Snow Hotties essential to my existence? No. Do they fulfill my basic needs of sustenance or shelter? No. Hence, I "don't need" them.

However, you all may remember that my permanent residence is in the currently frozen corn-tundra of Illinois.

Therefore, I present to you...

Snow Hotties. Boots with a built-in, battery-powered heating system.

WANT... but don't need.

Also, as a side note, my initial google image search for "snow hottie boots" turned up this fine piece of fashion:

Now if that doesn't embody the spirit of Christmas giving, I don't know what does.

Saturday, December 18, 2010

'Tis the season

Christmas in CA

Dr. D and I are now safe and sound in our Californian hometown for the Christmas season, although we somehow managed to bring the poor weather of the Midwest along with us. I don't really mind the rain so much, though, because I'm focusing on everything that this season and our hometown visits inevitably bring:
  1. Mom's expertly decorated Christmas tree, complete with matching wrapping paper on the presents below---someone give this woman an interior design job, stat! She'd probably also settle for hosting a show on HGTV... just throwing that one out there for all of you television industry folks who are devoted readers of my blog.
  2. Swapping music, youtube clips, and stories with my Hollywood-dwelling, drum-playing Broseph.
  3. Lovin's from my other homedog, Old Man. (shh... don't tell J-dog)
  4. Engaging in the extreme home sport that my father has coined "Power-Lounging," which consists of deftly flopping onto furniture for extensive relaxation sessions.
  5. Fretting with Dr. D's mom on the sideline of intense impromptu living room wrestling matches between the boys (Dr. D, his dad ODP, and his little bro Six). Love manifests itself in many ways, folks.
  6. Time spent with friends we've known for 15+ years, typically eating midnight donuts at our favorite 24-hour donuts shop (yes, there are multiple in town).
  7. Driving around in my parents' '68 Mustang, looking cool but secretly hoping it doesn't break down on us.
  8. Running into people from high school, which typically turns out one of three ways: (1) Awesome, (2) Pleasant, (3) Awk. Ward.
  9. Food. Massive quantities of it.
  10. Laughing. Even more of it than food.
Old Man

Saturday, December 11, 2010


Wasting time on instead of writing the last 5 pages of the semester...

Fuji Instax cameras (Polaroid who?)

Camera *BLING*

Camera shaped magnets, a stamp, and a picture holder

We'll be in CA in three days!! Merry Christmas to us :)

Tuesday, December 7, 2010


Pizza cutter fork. Need I say more?

Saturday, December 4, 2010

Snow Day

It's official! Our first significant snowfall of the season: somewhere between 5-8 inches since 7pm last night. Because this is only our 3rd winter here, it's easy to forget just how giddy I feel about winter's first snow... but last night was a fun reminder.

Somewhere around 10pm we began to hear the excited squeals and jovial war-cries of a snowball battle outside of our living room window, and decided it was time to take J-dog out for his first walk (perhaps "prance" is a better word for this occasion) of the winter season. At the time, we found a good 4 inches of snow on the ground, and an inexhaustible supply of hyper, stir crazy college students partaking in all manners of snowtime activities---making snow angels, throwing snow balls, stuffing snow down the pants of unsuspecting spectators, and streaking across open spaces in nothing but electric blue underwear briefs. Ah, the joys of living and working on a college campus.

I don't think that my excitement about snow, however, is even one tenth of the overwhelming emotion and sheer ecstasy that J-dog experienced.

Snow is definitely his drug of choice. I like to think that he make-believes as he prances, bounds, and spazzes his way through the mounds of white powder, imagining he's one of those barrel-toting Saint Bernards on an emergency mission, or that there is a covert society of creatures (squirrels, specifically) hiding under the snow and it's his mission to intermittently bury his nose in the drifts to stir up trouble.

This morning, we enjoyed a wonderfully warm breakfast of oatmeal and lattes while watching the snow continue to flurry outside of the kitchen window. With papers to write, studying to do, and nowhere we have to be, I'd say this snowfall is just what Dr. D and I needed to kick-start our Christmas season.

Happy December, everyone!