I caught Nugget sleeping with Tyler Florence again. My little kitten is growing into a hussy. ~LTG
Nugget of the Week!
Like our new seat covers? ~LTG!
Nugget of the Week!
Never mind the $50 of toys or the giant kitty condo they just bought me…I have a bag! ~LTG
Nugget of the Week!
Hey Leena! Come check this out–someone pooped on the laundry. I’m not pointing fingers (cough, ADAM, cough), I’m just telling you what I found.
You need to shop here.
I found this on a store in Rundle Mall in the Adelaide Arcade.Thank you, Australia, for providing hours of entertainment for me. And thank you Oprah, for sharing your undergarment preferences with other countries. The world is a better place for it. ~LTG
Tired.
It has been a long week. Look at me. I’m dead tired from school work and my first week as a sandwich artist (NOT as easy as it sounds), and a bit stressed out from my medicine woes and oh yeah, having my partner pass out in front of me. This is one stressed out chick. Read the rest of this entry »
Ghetto Supastars
The Adelaide Fringe Festival happened in March, a four week festival of local and international artists of every kind; painters, comedians, musicians, theater, etc. It’s a pretty cool concept. The whole festival got started because Adelaide Festival didn’t hire many local acts to play, so the Fringe started as a way to promote up and coming artists. Now, Adelaide is the second biggest Fringe festival in the world, only Edinburgh Fringe has more people. We managed to rent an apartment in the heart of the city, which is where most of the Fringe events were happening. I guess really cool stuff just follows really cool people..it?s hard being me. My man had found a local improv group that was performing in the festival. We both took improv classes in Chicago, so we met up for a practice session with the group, and a week later, they asked us to perform in the Fringe! and We were pretty stoked. We did a few shows with this group and performed theater games like you might see on “Whose Line is it Anyways?” and “Thank God You?re Here” (Oz show). It was interesting to see the differences in performance styles and rules…we had people paying to watch us be idiots, which was a great feeling! This is a crappy picture of us in the Fringe…hey, I never claimed to be a photographer. I just eat really well.
The only bad part is there are not many more opportunities out here to improv after the Fringe. Oh well, I guess it?s time to start working on our musical act. Think Christopher Guest’s “Best in Show”, Catherine O’Hara and Eugene Levy singing “God loves a terrior!” Way too much fun. ~LTG ~LTG
We have a home!
It?s been a while since I posted last because we?ve been without the Internet, so prepare for a long one, folks. It?s been a scorcher out here in Adelaide these past few days. We?ve been in the high 30s and reached 40 yesterday (between 90 and 100 degrees Fahrenheit), which just goes to show that too much of a good thing isn?t always so good. We pulled a stupid tourist move the other day and tried to jog in this weather and nearly passed out. It was so hot, I was forced to bare it all and run in my sports bra and let me tell you, I have not shown the belly since at least summer of 2000. That is how hot it was! But good news? Read the rest of this entry »
And on the third day, there was Dill Pickle
It’s technically still the 28th in the States, but here in Australia it is March 29th, the great day of birth of the best big brother ever. Happy birthday, Dilip!
Sometimes he lost me in huge theme parks, sometimes he made me eat soap. One time, he and the babysitter put a bunch of random stuff together from the fridge, baked it and forced me to eat it when I was too young to protest. I vaguely recall blueberries and onions. Thank god he outgrew that stage. Happy birthday, big brother. Way to be born! ~LTG
Please don’t let me kill again
I forgot to feed my hamster. My old cat was always so pissed when I left, she left me little presents on my bed?and couch?and lap. And I once knocked over an entire kingdom of huge fat sea monkeys by throwing a football into my bedroom without looking first. Needless to say, I suck at raising anything. But if I ever want to have little Leenas one day (and I do mean one day very, very, very FAR away, MOM), I have to learn how not to kill or seriously fuck a living thing up. And since those sea monkeys shattered my self confidence, I decided to start small. Everyone, meet Sherman.
He?s my basil plant. And I almost killed him by going crazy on the few basil leaves he had when I purchased him (I?m a sucker for caprese), but thanks to some self control and H2O, he keeps on truckin. I don?t get a ton of sunlight on my balcony, and I?m not quite sure how much water is too much. He?s not even as big as all the other basil plants, but size doesn?t matter. Being alive does. And so far, Leena 1, Death 0. ~LTG
Look at me!
My friend Jamie has a blog about her family and her scrap booking obsession (ramblingsinchocolate.blogspot.com) and she has been advocating taking self portraits. Not to prove how pretty you are (although, c?mon, look at me!) but more to remind yourself what you look like. This used to scare me. But now I agree with her, and I?m jumping headfirst into my fear. No, this is not a blog about food. But it is a blog about a girl getting ready to study food! So here it is, my first of many self portraits. This is me, getting ready for my first day of school as a Gastronomy student. I think I look calm, collected, and ready to kick some gastronomic ass.
~LTG
