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The First Pizza Friday To Include A Police Visit...

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Ever heard of Pizza Friday? It's been mentioned around here before. Pizza Friday has been a family tradition for 45 years. Yes, Forty-five. If I had the photos and a scanner, I'd post a picture of me in my one piece terry cloth pajamas laying on a blanket at six months old next to a big ol' pizza pie fresh out of the oven. But please don't confuse the 45 with my age, that's just the number of years my parents have been married. With marriage, came tradition, more importantly Pizza Friday tradition.

Growing up Pizza Friday had a reputation in our circle of friends. If one of my three older brothers had any number of friends just randomly stop by, it would always be around 6:00 on a Friday afternoon. In the hay day of Pizza Friday, my mother would make about six large pizzas just to accommodate our friends. Yes, my mother is one heck of a woman. Her Pizza Friday love was passed down to me and now I share that with my friends.

Recently I sent out an open invite to anyon…

Now, I Beg Bring Back The Corded Cable Box...

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Last night after my daughters went upstairs with my husband for the usual bedtime routine, I filled a glass of water and plopped on the couch. Then I proceeded to get up, get down on my hands and knees and start searching under furniture for the REMOTE CONTROL. My hands dug into the depths of my couch on each side of the cushions. As usual, the looking escalated to ridiculous, searching on the kitchen counters, under the girls' table in the dining room, on top of the television, or even crazier in the little basket I have exclusively reserved for our remotes. NADA. Big sigh.

My hands don't touch the remote control all day long. Heck, I only needed one channel these last three weeks and that was Versus Television to catch my morning fix of Tour de France coverage. At some point I gave in, walked up to the television and picked a channel to watch, TLC. No surfing for me. I plopped back down.

Then my thoughts began to reminisce about these bad boys: The corded cable box. The good …

Someone Actually Reads My Blog...

I'm over at Rocky Mountain Moms Blog today talking about meeting strangers, maybe even one that knew more about me than I anticipated. Was it weird? Find out here.

Would I Take My Baby To Blogher?

Baby, say what? Yes, my girls are my babies, but they are no longer babies. My daughters are two and five and rarely allow me to call them such a term of endearment. Now let me be clear, I didn't attend the Blogher conference this weekend, nor have I attended a Blogher conference in the past. I could give you a long story or I could just simply state, I don't think it's for me. Period.

Over the weekend, a big wave of excitement swelled on Twitter during the conference when a woman and her baby were turned away from a Nikon sponsored cocktail party. As I have gathered, this event was not a part of the conference, but rather a branding event put on by Nikon to wow and schmooze the A List Bloggers of all disciplines, not just mommy bloggers. Even more technically speaking, "Nikon" didn't actually turn these women and their babies away, the restaurant did, silly 21 and under laws.

Then posts were written, by wonderful writers may I add, debating the issue. Who&…

In My Circle of Friends, Swiper is a Scrabble Word...

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Just this past month I've discovered Scrabble on Facebook. Oh boy. Hands down Scrabble is my favorite game to play. It reminds me of my childhood, it's the one game I can remember my parents playing. I like the rush of picking tiles, feeling them in between your fingers as my brain scrambles to create a word. Or better yet, create a word with all of the tiles that is actually playable on the board, hello 50 point bonus. Big rush.

Scrabble on Facebook doesn't have the same appeal to me that playing in real life has. For one, there is no handling of the tiles. I also like the conversation that transpires over the course of a game. But Scrabble on Facebook does have the perk of computerized tallying of scores, which is nice. Last weekend I played Scrabble in real life with a friend and I am sad to admit it felt foreign. Figuring the scores, trying to get the tiles to line up perfectly in their squares, moving the board around from person to person, that was odd from my usual …

Chargrilled Salmon, Don't Try This At Home...

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Have you ever been distracted while cooking? Say have a little too much going on? Well on Sunday we adopted the new pup, which is a major distraction in itself. Then my hubby was feeling adventurous in the kitchen and decided to cook chicken and salmon on the grill as well as crab cakes. The piece of salmon I purchased was tiny, so I would say it should have cooked on the grill in about half the time a regular filet would have cooked. In his defense, my hubby was being efficient by cooking all these things at once, so the next day a meal could be thrown together easy, peasy.

After dinner, we went for a walk. When we arrived home, I went out back to fill Milo's water bowl, when I noticed the grill was still on. I yelled at my hubby the grill was blazing hot, I could barely lift the handle. It was left with all three burners on medium. I am neurotic about turning burners off (or thinking I left burners on). When I finally opened the grill to allow it to cool down faster, I found thi…

Bottom Line, We Are The Rescue Type...

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Life has been full of excitement and adventure this past weekend. On a whim we visited the Humane Society and found a dog we fell for. Interestingly enough, the Humane Society is a place I can walk into time and time again and walk away from quite easily. But this time it was different. We've been looking to get a dog, but wavering between a labradoodle (for the hypo allergenic fur) or finding a rescue. The rescue option in the past has been a bit frustrating. My daughters' safety is at the top of our list, so a rescue would have to be a great dog. The Humane Society does a battery of testing including personality testing to give families insight into the dog being a fit for their family.

Enter Buddy.

All the dogs at the Humane Society bark and jump up, but Buddy was just sitting there. I could see the kindness in the wag of his tail and a little lean in to the metal bars of the kennel, his soft gentle eyes glanced up at me. Adorable, my heart was melting. I haven't real…

Kitchen Sink Meal: Savory Waffles and Salad!

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Lately we've been doing our grocery shopping somewhat backwards. We've been opting to shop at the end of the week, so we are stocked up to cook great meals at home over the weekend rather than eating out. Traditionally I would shop either Monday or Tuesday and buy food for the week.

But this new method of shopping isn't really working come mid week. I am feeling ill prepared come Wednesday for what to make for dinner. Typically all the meat we purchased on Friday has been eaten. Considering J and I were vegetarians for over a decade, we are very good at whipping up meat free meals. Plus, we don't mind the flexibility in our diets, meat free is great a couple times a week.

Once again tonight I ran into the same dilemma, what to make for dinner? The clock is past five and it's hot out, both of those factors influenced my dinner decisions. Yes, I could pick up the phone and ask my hubby to pick up dinner, but if I just step back and take a close look at what is on han…

To Be Quite Honest...

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In the past week or so, I was given this blog award twice. I graciously accepted the award from PiscesHanna who is a fellow blogger from Colorado, although she lives like 10 hours away from me! Colorado is a big state in case you didn't know it. Then ADKmama also passed the award onto me. Now she lives in the Adirondacks of New York, where I lived for two years. I love the 'Dacks and will always have a special place for them in my heart!

The Honest Scrap award is given by other bloggers who consider a blog’s content or design to be brilliant. The awardees must then post ten honest things about themselves and pass the award on to other bloggers who fit the bill – in other words, whose blog is brilliant.

So now here's my list of 10 Honest Things:

1. One of my favorite indulgences is dip and chips, Ranch Party Dip and any potato chip will do. My hubby hates when I eat it because Hidden Valley Ranch uses msg. But the organic kind just doesn't taste the same. I indulge like …

Weaving A Blogging Web...

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When I started blogging I was really naive. Honestly I didn't have a clue about writing code, blogging culture, commenting, the who's who of the blogging world, and then a whole gamut of things that accompany being a blogger. The lessons I've learned are endless. When I sat down at my computer and started Eat Play Love, I thought I'd just write in my little anonymous corner of the world. Little did I know I started to weave a web. Interconnectedness is what has blossomed out of my blog and I am no longer just a face behind an avatar.

Now, I'm a blogger that now gets together with people I've met online through my blog. Some bloggers come to my home, some bloggers invite me to their homes, lots of bloggers come to meet ups, some bloggers meet me at Ikea, and some bloggers I run into randomly on a street corner in NYC. By meet ups, I mean gatherings at local coffee shops, pubs, restaurants, and bigger venues. And all those "some bloggers" are consider…

Tour de France 2009, So Many Men, So Much Excitement

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Oh joy, happy, happy, joy. This weekend was the start of my favorite sporting event of the year, Le Tour de France. I've said it before and i'll say it again, I think cycling is the best sport in the world. For those of you that don't know or understand the significance of the Tour, imagine The Stanley Cup, World Series, NBA Finals, or The Superbowl. Yes it's that big and important, but on an international level making it even more exciting.

Let's talk about this year's Tour:

July 4-26, 21 race days and only 2 rest days.

2,149 miles in 21 days!

10 flat stages (no climbing where the sprinters shine), 7 mountain climbing stages, 1 medium mountain stage.

2 individual time trial stages (race against the clock, alone), 1 team time trial stage (race against the clock with team).

20 mountain passes will be climbed, some days will have multiple passes.

Yellow jersey is the leader of the race, can stay the same or change daily depending on time.

Green jersey is the sprinter'…

Bringing Back The Drop By...

I remember clearly from my childhood family and friends that were notorious for the early Saturday morning drop by. On some occasions I still laugh thinking of my mom in her pink plush robe racing to get put together from the moment an unexpected car pulled up, until the doorbell rang. The water would be put on, tea would be poured, a fresh hard roll would be buttered, and conversation would roll like thunder, for hours.

I definitely joke with my friends about random drop by's being a lost part of our culture. We've become much more accustomed to scheduling, which I don't have a problem with. I feel nostalgic for drop by's, I don't quite know why. Recently I was driving with a carload of my friends to celebrate a birthday, when one of our friends said, "yeah my house is the fifth in from the corner drop by anytime". I quickly joked back, "now you know the drop by is extinct don't you". We all laughed. In some ways it's true and in other…