Thursday, September 29, 2016



Congratulations are in order....

I visited the Social Security Administration yesterday because I can't find my God damn social security card and since I'm a working woman, I need a replacement. So, my number was called, and I proceeded to the window and explained that I needed a new card. I filled out all necessary paperwork and was informed that the peeps at Social Security still have me as Tara Shannon. Soooo, I guess I forgot to change my name. I forgot for 11.5 years. The lady asked if I'd like to change my name and after a few seconds of hemming and hawing, I decided to go for it. So, I'm officially a Kali. 11.5 years later. I hope this doesn't jinx us, Tommy. Oh good Christ. 

What's to drink....

LOOK AT THIS PRETTY BOTTLE, you guys. I had my friend, Kate, over for dinner this past weekend. Her hubs was away, so we did as we often do, and combined forces. I'll make this, you bring that, the kids will leave us the fuck alone play together, and we can drink this lovely wine. It's an all around power move and everybody wins. Kate brought this one and we both loved it. Did we share any with Tom? I can't remember, but we did feed him, we're not total savages. This bottle is equally as pretty as it is special (much like my friend Kate). It's a little pricey ($35) but sometimes a good bottle of wine and the joining of forces makes for a perfect Saturday night. Watch out for Sunday morning, though. That'll bite you right in the ass. Cheers!


Octopoda Cabernet Sauvignon 2014 - Napa Valley


What's to eat....

I am a big fan of periodically using hyperboles to get a point across, but I find it especially funny when I see someone actually advertise their thing as "the best (blank) on the planet". There is a diner close to here that has a sign toting "THE WORLD'S BEST PANCAKES". Shit, that's a bold statement. Those pancakes MUST be legit. Actually, I've been there. I've tasted them. They were pretty good. Best in the world may be a stretch. So this week's recipe was made soley on the premise that it's name caught my attention (and I kinda assumed it to be bullshit). Here it is, folks, "The Best Garlic Shrimp in the Whole Wide World". Much like the best pancakes in the world, these were pretty damn good. Best ever? Let's not get fucking crazy here. 


The Best Garlic Shrimp in the Whole Wide World (or as I like to call it, pretty good garlic shrimp)




Working on my not giving a flying fuck....

You guys, this is an ACTUAL book, with ACTUAL amazing advice, and the guy ACTUALLY says fuck WAY more than I do. The premise of this book is based on the idea that our society, as a whole, is told to believe more is more. That we NEED more of everything to be happy...And in comes Mark Manson to tell us that we have it all wrong. My man Mark, who appreciates the word "fuck" more than anyone I know, says "the key to a good life is not giving a fuck about more; it's giving a fuck about less, giving a fuck about only what is true and immediate and important". I LOVE THIS. Mainly because I, like a lot of you animals, can get wrapped up in a whole bunch of bullshit that doesn't fucking matter. I can absolutely get myself into an anxiety-fueled-tizzy about some stupid ass shit. I'll be the first to admit it. Mark says I should stop doing that. I agree, Mark.  It also points out that our pain, suffering, and all around negative experiences are GOOD because they will force us to adapt, to change, to protect ourselves from doing whatever stupid shit we were doing to cause ourselves pain the first place.  This guy is a fucking genius. This book is fucking awesome. My Mom is going to hate all this use of the word fuck. 




Wishing you ALL of the Good Stuff.

XO
Tara 

P.S. If you are a person, such as myself, that does not metabolize garlic well, I would go easy on "the best garlic shrimp in the whole wide world". I have run into unfortunate situations where my inability to metabolize garlic has 1. Shown up at the gym the next day, like as in garlic sweat. 2. Got me and a friend actually kicked out of my Mom's house after a night of drinking and eating a white cheese and garlic pizza. My Mom said the smell was making her sick. She said we needed to leave. I'm not making this up. 

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