Like a riot like a riot OH!

Hi Bloggies, please forgive me, I have not posted in a week.

However, I am also extremely late for cocktail hour (that I'm hosting- whoopz!) and want to make it home before the impending afternoon showers. But there is something that's been weighing on my mind this morning.

Do y'all watch Run's House? It's a weekend trash TV favorite of mine, and I just saw this morning that Diggy has his own blog. Yes. The Diggster. Check out this fly mutha. When I was his age I had blue rubber bands on my braces, a horrible middle part and a Smashing Pumpkins concert tee.

Here's to the youths!

It all started so innocently..

Yesterday started out so innocently with a stroll through Brooklyn Heights at the witching hour to Cadmen early morning. This has become a daily ritual as dogs can be off the leash before nine and if you avoid the cops, joggers yelling obscenities and late rising homeless people, it's a pleasant experience that really wears Vi out. Except when she rolls in mud/bird carcass soup. Then it wears me out.


Regardless, I came home from work to this. Maybe you're thinking to yourself, Alison, did you really keep those booties after THIS incident. Yes, readers I did. I have separation anxiety, especially with shoes. Just ask Meldog about my flippy floppy collection.

Lean with it, Rock with it. G-d is love. -Rev Run

I want to go to there

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Prince: I shall spend the rest of my life in mourning for her.

So I come across this photographer Dina Goldstein on the always lovely Cup of Jo, and I start thinking how awesome this photo is (especially since earlier today I had a severe twinge of jealousy when I saw (another) Facebook status of a high school friend/stay at home mom of one and one on the way who was cleaning up from a big BBQ last night, and was on her way to her friend's pool today). Prince Charming's receeding hairline! The hole in his tights (bonus ew: on the upper thigh portion of a male leg!). Polo on TV! All beige (or dirt) outfit of self-amused child in the background! Kettle potato chips lightly salted! Curtains that drag on the floor when they're not supposed to! And then I noticed something else–the extreme difference in Snow White's feet. Motherhood. Gets ya every time.

ESPN

Today my wife and I were having our usual mid-morning gchat when the subject of what to do with our mops of hair came up. After debating the correct spelling of toupee, we moved on to her long, boring layers and my drab, rainy color. Brainstorming commenced.
I sent her THIS link.
She sent me THIS link.

ESPN!!!11!

No shoe left behind

Violet decided to break into my closet last night and chew up 5 pairs of shoes.

RIP:
White Converse: we had a great run, all up here in New York. Even though you were a little dirty, I still got away with wearing you to my non-jeans stint at my second job.
Toms: You were already terminally ripped from a previous run-in with Viola, but still comfy as ever. You gave me Brooklyn street cred, and I loved you for it.
Running Shoes: You were probably my most lamented pair. Only a couple months old, and used sparingly since The Fracture of '09, I looked forward to a summer of jogging by the water. Now we'll never know how far we could have gone. (Ed note: I still might try to salvage you).
New Balance: Like a best friend, you've stuck with since my days at UF. I remember concerts, walks in the park, and even dates we shared together. Now you're shredded.
Keds: Granted I have about 3 duplicate pairs of you (thanks, work!), each time you are eaten by my spawn, you take a little piece of my heart with you.

When asked if she was ashamed of what she had done, Princess Vi had this to say:

Live-ish Blogging: One-Day Juice Cleanse

Readers, today marks the day me and 3 of my closest co-workers are doing an all-day juice cleanse. You might not peg me for a cleanser since things I love in life include complex carbs, wine and desserts, but here I am, detoxing and feeling...sleepy?

We're having a delicious breakfast juice: the Zinger. I wouldn't necessarily consider this a zinger type of drink, but I don't hate it! It looks like blood and contains cucumber, ginger, beets, carrots and other things Babs threw in there when I wasn't looking. Delicious?

Consensus at breakfast: Babs is feeling great. I am having trouble thinking about anything besides going back to bed, Emski's optomistic, reading about wine country and Kate is AWOL (I faintly hear her talking about potato chips).

Consensus at mid-morning snack (He-man juice of fruit/ginseng/protein powder (bahf)/ wheat germ (bahf bahf): This is Babs's favorite so far "thank god for the banana." I'm not that hungry, but am also not a fan of protein powder (see above) and would really enjoy a pizza, Emski thinks this is going to be her favorite out of all of the juices (judging by the green puree that came for lunch), Kate still hasn't finished her breakfast.

A quick sidenote in list form.
Things that would be really delicious to eat for lunch if I were eating solid foods:
a hamburger on a toasted roll
pizza with 4 cheeses (maybe sausage for good measure)
avocado with chips (the thin, salty kind)
spaghetti and meatballs (with cheese)
meatball sub (with cheese)
tuna sub, honey-baked ham sub, turkey sub
steak frites
egg sandwich with havarti and tomato
a mocha, coca cola or enormous vodka cocktail
pita chips with crab dip
lobster roll
nachos (loaded)
ravioli
gum
the green monster fruit juice (psych- this is actual lunch)

Consensus at Lunch (Green monster): Babs- the green monster is not delicious. Me- about to pass out. Emski- puhhbehhhe heheh heheh. (choking), also nausea. Kate- still on her mid-morning snack, unaware of liquid salad that awaits her.

Ugh, I just took three big gulps. I'm sitting on my hands and slurping so I can't stop myself. - Emski

I feel like I'm eating grasshoppers. -Babs

After accidentally saying "onion" when I mean to say "nuts" when describing fruit salad, we headed off to cocktail hour.

Consensus at Cocktail Hour (the Einstein): Unanimous crowd favorite. I might actually drink this for fun.

Success! We have made it to 6PM without solid foods and still have enough energy to brave the commute home.*

*Results not yet proven

And you don't stop

I'm free! (kind of). Today Dr Menna told me that after a weekend chalked full of illegal bike riding, I could wear my brace only when I was doing heavy exercise. And by heavy exercise he means lite biking, walking Viola and laying like a vegetable in fresh cut grass. My elation lasted temporarily as my brain got greedy thinking that maybe I could wear heels. Maybe I could wear flip flops. Could I possibly start jogging again? No, I couldn't. For the next 3 weeks at minimum I am restricted to sneakers only, or as Dr Menna puts it "shoes with laces." Not that I wake up every morning looking forward to 3 inch heels, but for the love of all things sacred, some mornings I do.


First in the lineup of Shoes with Laces that I will be acquiring are these lovely red Saucony's. They've been working out quite nicely, and this morning I even saw a 9-year-old boy wearing the exact same pair! But I'm starting to run out of fashion-casual outfits that match red shoes (read: all black), so in the coming weeks I'll be expanding my kicks collection to new heights unthinkably possible in the season of flip flops and peep toe wedges.

I am now a commuter who wears sneakers with dresses. Can I get a hell yes.

(top photo: The Selby, bottom photo: muthafuckin iPhone, betches!)

The F Train

Found G-Chatz

she's like, 'omg my design director is like SOOO in my head. I'm like Taylor i can't even believe how great you are.'

and then i almost puked.