Apple Pie

Last night my sister and I joined forces to make an unforgettable dinner of Risotto, Roasted Vegetables and an Apple Pie.


I only have pictures of the Apple Pie:

Chicken Soup for the Sister

The other night I made some chicken soup for my sister. I don't think that I had ever made chicken soup before… And it was a total disaster. Just kidding, it turned out great.

Here are the pics to prove it:

Wait Wait... Don't tell me…

Thursday:

Moved to Chicago, got a job, went to one million bike stores in search of a break, broke my bike chain, revisited the bike shops, and then when to "Wait Wait... Don't Tell Me".

If you don't know about "Wait Wait... Don't Tell Me" you should check it out:

http://www.npr.org/programs/wait-wait-dont-tell-me/

There were some really stellar guests on the show this week, Luke Burbank, Paula Poundstone and PJ O'Rourke. My sister Moriah and I ended up in front row seats so we were a mere yard or two from these guests. I will admit that I was pretty star struck. 


Here are a few lovely photos from the night: 

Moriah Spicer

So here's the deal, my sister Moriah doesn't read my blog, which means that I can say whatever I want about her here! First of all: she's hilarious, and she tried really hard to achieve this. She is sort of living proof that people who are not naturally funny can get there, through hard work and long hours of studying.  Also, she's so beautiful, motivated, and she has an amazing job. I look up to her more than I let on, because, I'll be honest here, she doesn't need to have a bigger ego. I'm moving in with her soon and that's going to be great. Half of me is looking forward to it and the other half is crossing fingers and praying to gods that I don't even believe in, that living together won't ruin our friendship. We have big plans for living together. The main plan is living together. And we are going to start a fashion blog, keep your eyes open for that.

Innovative

I thought that this was a clever way to display birthday candles...

Sisters

I was always the little sister asking why you won't play.

Just for today I get to be you:

Is this what you were thinking?

Dirty clothes

from playing in the dirt

marker smudged face

make believe is still your favorite game

I can no longer stand the sound of "lets pretend..."

you've asked me thousand times can we play make believe

Lets pretend that we're on the moon

no lets not

how about... "we're at the fair. ".... no.

Okay what do you think about cow boys.

I don't want to play make believe. I don't want to pretend anything.

Please. No. I'm to old to pretend things.

Spiderman?

no

Covered wagon?

no

we used to play that all the time.

So?

why don't you play anymore?

Stop talking, i'm trying to concentrate

please

nope

pretty please with butter and cheese

Please stop

Why did you have to grow up?

(No response)

Hey, I've got an idea, lets pretend that you are my age.

I don't want to. I've got home work to do, and I'm too old for this.

I'm busy and I do grown up things, like go shopping and go to parties with my friends.

This is what you said

and this is what I think.

you were imagining being somewhere else.

Somewhere without me, with your "friends"

well,

Imagining...

Pretending...

they are the same thing

You were pretending the whole time,

why didn't you let me play your game?

All I wanted to do was play make believe...