shuggilippo: October 2010

We all live in a yellow submarine.

Okay so maybe a submarine is a bit of stretch. The yellow part is dead on though.

Some of you long-timers will remember the thrift find turned yellow monstrosity that was highlighted over here.

Well, naturally, I became bored and, frankly, appalled by the BRIGHT-YELLOW-OF-THE-BLAZING-SURFACE-OF-THE-SUN that was the new, modern life I’d given to the table.

Three stages of transformation:

1) Raw. Damaged. Shameful.

2) Yellow. Kitschy. Offensive.

3) Pretty. (Old)New. PB-inspired.

What do you think? Should I lay off the rebirths?

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Wordless Wednesday: Bugaboo

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Life Peek: Nugget Pays Attention

Here’s a peek into the life of a toddler, able to get away with close to everything, including, but not limited to, standing on dining room chairs and/or shimmying onto the kitchen counter.

I’ll be off primping for the throngs of MOTY awards soon to be flung my way.

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Tawny Kitaen is shaking in her booty shorts.

Photo credit to Rosemary Watson during our Do Fun Stuff: Episode Two shoot.

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When a blogger bakes with her Nugget

When a blogger bakes to capture the precious moments of a helper Nugget trying his hand at creating cookie flavored dinosaurs and fire trucks…

cookie nugget

If only you knew the underlying chaos just outside of the frame…

blogger baking

Thank goodness for netbooks, Diet Coke, and relatively little clean up.

What does your kitchen look like when you get your nuggets involved?

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Nugget Vision

A penny saved is a penny strewn across the floor of the office with its hundreds of copper counterparts.

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Do Fun Stuff: Episode Two

With the successful reception of our first video in support of the Do Fun Stuff album, I decided to recruit more lovers of music and contribution.

Enter Rosemary Watson and her breathtaking children.

We had a blow out day of otter pops, child-size shenanigans, and even a pseudo meltdown. The meltdown, to me at least, was perfection for filming. What a monster! How am I allowed to keep my child?! I hear you.

There are plans for more. Some that involve a mock-birthday party. Some that involve hopping in rain puddles. Some that…okay, okay. I’ll stop.

So without further ado, enjoy, but most importantly, take a break to do fun stuff today.

P.S. Don’t forget to hop on over to iTunes and download the album for yourself. 100% of the proceeds from album sales benefit SMS research. Who’s not down with the marriage of music and cause?

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You can call me Nancy Drew.

I’m sneaky. (also, slightly obsessed with the weird things I can do with my YouCam…and my LuminessAir Pro)

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A pro for preschool.

While I’m still a bit slow to acclimate to the newfound “me” time that comes with your only child graduating to The Preschool Stage, I’m managing to celebrate some of the pros.

Aside from starting new ventures and watching bad day time television, I find myself feeling more…free.

I also seem to feel less pervy scouring the internet in my bath towel. You know, checking Facebook in the ~~almost~~ nude is way less creepy when there’s no kid napping in the next room.

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The Special Sauce

I’m going to give you an eensie-weensie peek into my Italian heritage with SHUT-THE-FRONT-DOOR-BEST-PASTA-SAUCE-EVER!

It warrants the yelling. Trust me.

You’ll need stuff:

Work your meat into the garlic, browned (definitely not burnt) in olive oil:

Season and brown until it doesn’t smell like meat, but doesn’t reek of seasoning:

Add your tomatoes of the sauce and crushed varieties and season…again:

Have it simmah’ down for 2-3 hours with the ultimate splat prevention plan:

The true test of done-ness:

Binge. Binge on your happy sauce. Freeze some, too. You’ll have lots.

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Shuggilippo loves something.

That something can be found here.

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Book Binge: Bitter With Baggage Seeks Same: The Life and Times of Some Chickens

There’s just something to be said about a compilation of real peoples’ life blurbs, illustrated using fake chicks and witty imagery.

Word to your mother.

I’m going to go out on a limb here by saying my hands down, favorite aspect of this publication is the titling typeface. Swoon.

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Wordless Wednesday: String of Skulls

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If Alannah Myles had a hard on for baked goods.

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A psychopath and her iced coffee.

A psychopath and her iced coffee.

The autobiography of a New York born, Arizona raised, woman, completely incapable of handling temperatures below one hundred degrees or beverages served in cautionary containers.

Fellow Phoenicians, please pardon the crazy woman donning a lightweight hoodie whose drink appears to require a diaper enhanced with leak protection.