Category Archives: haute

mood enhancer

Watching this is a great way to start off your morning, especially on a Monday morning after you’ve heard that damn line from Office Space five times. These two are absolutely adorable.

Yea….Yeah!!!

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rock out with your bon jovi out

Bon Jovi Show Stealer @ Yahoo! VideoPuh-lease click on this link to the left. It is charming, enchanting, hilarious, adorable and all the other thesaurus words you could look up to match the words I just put down.

I do not like it because of the song (Bon Jovi’s “Livin On A Prayer”). In fact, I like it in spite of that god awful, overplayed tune. But when you see the passion, the conviction this fan delivers you will be blown away.

who is this trader joe? i’d like to meet him.

tj-copy

So. In case you haven’t heard, “these are hard times.” I’ve cut back on my spending my getting shit faced at my apartment before I go out, wearing my clothes inside out to get twice the bang for my buck, and grocery shopping for my lunches at work.

 

So instead of purchasing a mediocre sandwich from Subway or splurging on a step-above-mediocre panini from the place down the street, I’ve resorted to making my own mediocre sandwich in my office kitchen. Recessionista indeed! However, these mediocre sammies have led me to the Mecca of all bohemian struggling artists and intelligents – Trader Joe’s.

 

During a recent shopping trip, I regressed back to my days as a young Catholic school girl and began incessantly whispering about a pair of adorable men my eyes immediately focused on upon entering. As I continued my journey down the aisles, I literally had a moment out of Looney Tunes: you know the scene where the cartoon’s eyes bug out and their heart literally is beating out of their chest. Everywhere I looked I was falling in infatuation. God, as if I didn’t already love Trader Joe’s enough.

 

Each worker is essentially, a real life version of nerdy-heartthrob Seth Cohen from the O.C. A boy that is remarkably adorable with boyish charm up to here (hand reaching up to eye-level) that is completely clueless just how endearing he is. The boy that gets off on “weird” music and has no idea who Brody Jenner is. The boy who’s conversation can extend beyond the categories “sports,” “tv/movies” and “totally awesome college stories.” Dreamboats basically.

 

Now I am of course romanticizing all of this right now because, just as I did when I was a young school girl, all I could do in front of these minimumwage grocery store employees was gawk, avert my eyes when there was a chance they noticed me staring at them and then whisper about how “in love” I am. My guess is that all of these employees are working at TJ’s until they can finish school or be discovered as the next great band/artist/writer. I would also guess that a good portion of them are totally full of themselves and have a following of girls like me who swoon over the anti-frat type of guy. I mean I guess if they’re trying to convince others that they’re the greatest thing since David Bowie they’d have to believe it too. But… in the collection of workers there must be, has to be, a boy who is exactly as I described above. And we will find each other, fall in love and forever eat hummus and pita chips together.

 

Until then… I will just have to go every week and quietly lurk in the aisles looking for a mysterious can of salsa until that one special worker helps me. (Or until I have a restraining order slapped on me because man, that sounds creepy.)   

if your face was a dance floor, your eyebrows would be doing the worm

cad1These two children to the left look as though they might belong to the dreadful couple that named their child Adolf Hitler or possibly to the Mom who admitted she was incapable of loving her child. But no.

These two are the new face (or eyebrows) of Cadbury. Yes, as in the chocolate. Well I guess Cadbury always reminds me of those dalishchocolate eggs at Easter. And the idea to have an oversized bunny hopping around leaving eggs full of things for people to then rummage through did always freak me out a little. So… maybe it makes sense that these two Nazi-esque offspring sort of scare me, but in the pleasurable way that leaves me with chocolate in the end.

Now, if you know what’s good for you WATCH this ad:

i love them

obamas

 

Ahead lies an outrageously obnoxious picture of how I celebrated the inauguration last night: Continue reading

sixties ladies (put a rang on it)

Ever wondered what Beyonce’s a.maz.ing Single Ladies (Put A Ring On It) dance would look in the 1960s? Wonder no more. (This spectacular video was discovered via my fantastical colleague.)

reason #86 kids are better than you

86. they are incredible dancers

Exhibit A:

Exhibit B: 4-year old Olu wooorks it