Archive for November, 2009

November 21, 2009

Heeeere comes a wedding recap!

Check back soon for a whole truckload of photos from Aubrey‘s wedding. It was, in a word, stunning.

Also, I realized that in the meme that I posted a while back, I had some blonde moments and crossed out a few items I actually haven’t done. I’m surprised none of you commented on it…seriously, people, I’ve never snorted cocaine. I’m too much of a spaz as it is. For the record, I’ve also never smoked cigarettes, cried myself to sleep (actually, I did that over my accounting class last week, but as of that post, I was a cry-myself-to-sleep virg), cheated on anyone, been in a mental hospital, had an online diary (this is NOT my diary) (most of the time), overdosed, or had a drug/alcohol problem. Yeesh. I have no clue why those got crossed out. Anyway, not a big deal but I know some people who would care (hi, Grammy and Pa!) read this blog and I had to clarify. For posterity’s sake.

So, in sum: come back soon for Aubrey’s wedding, and I’m not a skank.

November 13, 2009

Adventures in Newlywed…ness, Part III

Some people already caught onto this because of a Twitter message I left the other day. I thought I was being vague and confusing, but it turns out that most of you either guessed our news or thought I was knocked up.

I am not knocked up.

Unless, of course, you believe that someone can be spiritually knocked up, in which case, I most certainly am. Because while Dave and I aren’t bringing a human life into the world anytime soon (my mom’s probably puffing her inhaler right now and putting a cold compress on her head from hearing me talk about babies so much)…we WILL be welcoming a new little being into our family.

November 6, 2009

How I blew my own mind

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So I realize that I’ve been very food-focused recently and haven’t posted much about fitness. That’s because there’s nothing to post. After running the half-marathon, my life turned into a whirlwind of wedding, moving, and starting school and my exercise has dwindled to zero. I suck, people! I don’t know what happened! Anyway, I’ll come up with some brilliant plan soon and tell you aaaaaall about it.

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In the meantime, here’s another Wiggs Original that – if made – will change your life. I am so awesome sometimes it hurts.

I call it…

Pineapple Cucumber Agua Fresca.

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November 5, 2009

Gratitude Project, 2009

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My mom started something called The Gratitude Project last year in November. It was such a hit that she’s re-doing it this year – and you can be part of it! Check it out here, and bonus points if you can find my post.

From my mama’s blog:

Instructions: Posting is ridiculously simple. All you need to do is send your gratitude in an e-mail to post@gratitudeproject.posterous.com. You can write a line or two or three, whatever you like. You can also attach a picture or video. Then come to www.gratitudeproject.posterous.com and see everyone’s posts. Put that e-mail addy in your address book. Please chime in! I can’t wait to hear from you!

Only she would say “addy” instead of address.

Also, she didn’t mention that the title or subject of your email will be the title of your post.

Anyway, I have a plan: see, yesterday my mom and I were talking on the phone about maternal guilt, which had been the topic of a trend analysis I did for school, and she said: “I never felt maternal guilt when it came to you. I knew you were so lucky to have me as a mom. Why would I ever feel guilty?!”

So I’m trying to one-up her by proving that, in fact, she is lucky to have me as a daughter. Because I am awesome. This is where you come in: as my readers, you (by the transitive property of BOOYA) are also awesome. Post what you’re grateful for at her Gratitude Project, and BLOW EVERYONE ELSE OUTTA THE WATER. Let’s be grateful for so many things that we will CRUSH ALL OTHERS WITH OUR HUMILITY. At the end of your message, just say “brought to you by The Beholder” or something that lets everyone know to give ME partial credit for your thankfulness.

In other words, find (and post) FIVE things to be grateful for every day. Or TEN! Or TWENTY! Oh man, people, we’re going to knock my mom’s socks off. Think of it as a competitive food-drive: if we post more than anyone else, we get (1) the soul-healing benefit of taking some time out of our lives to reflect on our blessings, and (2) the knowledge that our thankfulness is superior to everyone else’s. It’s like a two-for-one deal.

Now…go!

November 4, 2009

Some blog-love

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People, I know that the majority of you do your blog-reading from your desk at work. I can tell because so far none of you have revolted against my overly verbose, parenthesis laden posts. Let’s be honest: if you’re reading a blog at work, you’re looking for some grade-A distraction.

All of this is to say that you should probably stop pretending to fiddle with an Excel sheet and read this blog. Right now. (Warning: Meg, the main author, douses each entry in deliciously foul language and offensive humor.) Every time I read a new post, I end up bursting into laughter, which is bad because I’m usually in a study lounge at school trying to look all smart and overworked.

And if on the off-chance any of you have connections with the Jager company, pass along Meg’s blog. I will buy anything she sells me. Anything.

Anyway, it’s midterms week for this little Wiggs, but pretty soon I’m going to share with you the recipe of the best thing I’ve ever made in my kitchen. Ever. The photo at the top of this post is a hint, and that’s all I’m going to say.

What blogs are you totally addicted to (besides mine, OBVIOUSLY)?

November 2, 2009

I’m about to get fresh with you

So now that I’ve got a job AND I’m in business school, I have zero time for anything unless it starts with “online” and ends with “shopping.” Obviously this has started to take its toll on my eating habits – a month ago I honestly couldn’t tell you the last time I consumed a fresh vegetable. I’m sure some of you were crying yourselves to sleep at night over my sad lack of cooking posts. It’s okay. This is a safe place. You can admit it.

I realized something had to change, so I went online and found my new best friends: Irv and Shelly. They run Fresh Picks, a family-owned business here in Chicago that works with 60 local farms to deliver fresh produce to our doorsteps. They have a weekly Fresh Picks box featuring whatever is in-season, or you can pick and choose the items you’d like to have delivered. Fresh Picks can also organic non-local products, like avocados and pineapples, so if you absolutely MUST MAKE GUACAMOLE RIGHT NOW OR YOU’LL DIE, you can count on them. AND they’re no more expensive than my local grocery store. AND they send a weekly newsletter with seasonal recipes in it! So booyah. I’m a changed woman. Here’s a little slice of this week’s delivery:

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And that’s not even a third of it! We got fresh basil, homemade strawberry yogurt, a pumpkin, green onions, cranberry & pepper crackers, grape tomatoes, green beans, honey crisp apples…I’m getting a lump in my throat just writing about it. Seriously, folks, if you’re in Chicago you must try them – especially if you do most of your shopping at Trader Joe’s, where the produce is vomitously tasteless and pale. Oh, and by the way – I did something incredible with the veggies you see above. See, I sorta went overboard on this week’s order…everything looked so good!…and we ended up with about 10 pounds of root vegetables and no clue what to do with them.

I actually made up my own recipe! It was divine, if I do say so myself. Without further ado, I give you…..

Wiggs’s Roasted Freak-Out!

November 1, 2009

H-ween in review

Welp, I only managed to get one picture of myself in my H-ween costume. I guess that’s what you get for being the photographer. Still, I wouldn’t want to build you up (build you up) build you up, baby, just to let you down (let you down) and mess you around…annnd you’re welcome. You’ll have that song in your head all day. And what a beautiful day it is – here are the leaves outside my window this morning:

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Anyway. Last night I went roving about town as…