Debate Unvailable??

I am trying to watch the doggone debate, but it says the video is "unavailable." Apparently this isn't the first time this happened!

Haller een

These are the cutest $alloween stickers of all time. Just look at that mummy!!!

Oh, the difficulty

It's really hard to be an Eagles fan in Columbus. The game is only on the Sunday ticket so we had to find a place to watch. T he first place had some beeahtches who wouldn't "let" the bartenders change the audio channel. The next place was showing it but it was sequestered into the corner, also with no audio. Finally, we found our spot -- and we're gettin' some fries!

Makes the people come together

there was some sort of power outage on campus today and my work tasks are limited due to downed servers, so... a post!

I was going to update you anyway because the Fabulous Johnson Brothers had this really great interview on a local radio station.

Here's the link to the station's page (scroll about halfway down)
or
Go directly to the audio.

I'm so excited to watch the show tonight (8 pm Fox, just in case you forgot).

Our friends are famous

Some of you might know that we have a friend that's in a band who is going to be on Fox's series, "Next Great American Band." The show's premiere is Friday and I can't say what happens (because I don't really know) but they are definitely in at least one of the first 3 episodes.

They're so cute.

birthday revelry continues

In addition to this Alessi watch (the grey one):

I also got Johnny tickets to see Wilco!


It's tonight and I'm really excited.

Three-Grain Molasses Bread

Okay, so here's the recipe, adapted from "1001 Low-fat vegetarian recipes" by Sue Spitler (2nd ed.)

Three-Grain Molasses Bread

1 c. all-purpose flour
1 c. whole wheat flour
1 c. yellow cornmeal
1 t. baking soda
1/2 t. salt
1 1/4 c. water
1/2 c. light molasses (I used blackstrap because that's what I had)
1/2 c. packed light brown sugar
3 T. vegetable oil

Mix all ingredients in a large bowl and pour into a greased 9x5 loaf pan. Bake at 350 until toothpick comes out clean, about 1 hour. Remove from pan and let cool on wire rack.

It's very easy, and soo yum. Have some directly from the oven, it's worth it.

Free tickets

Johnny scored tickets to the BlueJackets (pro hockey) game. This photo is of our sweet view. And if you look closely, you can see the Chipotle burritos falling from the air by way of mini-parachute.

It's fall!

Today's the first day it has been cool in a long time, so I felt practically obligated to bake something. I made a Three-Grain Molasses Bread from a cookbook, and cranberry muffins adapted from a recipe I found online.

The bread was incredible hot from the oven, but I'm saving the muffins for when I get hungry later.

The cultural hub of the midwest

Wednesday was Johnny's 32nd birthday, so we went out for drinks to celebrate. There was a whole group of people who came and she got a bunch of drinks as gifts. People started taking off and there were just a few of us left: R (Johnny's friend who went to Italy with her), J ( Johnny's coworker), me and Johnny.

R and Johnny were talking and there was some skeezy old guy with an arm sling at the bar staring at R's legs. I gave him a dirty look and he kinda gave me a guilty shrug.

R left and J and I were telling Johnny about the nasty dude. She's a little protective of R so she started thinking of ways to get Skeezo back. They'd noticed that he was wearing penny loafers and white socks earlier, so she thought she'd go steal his pennies. She walked over, but there weren't any pennies so she casually picked up a napkin from the bar and came back to further assess the situation.

She thought maybe she'd take his sock instead. J agreed that this was the best course of action. I started laughing.

J is like the little brother she never wanted. They should maybe never drink together.

I'm still laughing off how ridiculous that would be when Johnny gets up and walks over. J says to me: you know, if she takes the sock, we need to get out of here, right?

Johnny takes Skeezo's foot, removes his penny loafer, takes his white athletic sock from his old foot and returns to the table to finish her drink.
Then she picks up the sock and leaves the bar.

J and I pay our tabs and head out to the parking lot. Skeezo's friend had followed her out and was halfheartedly womdering why someone would take his friend's sock. He may have called her bitter.

Johnny hung the sock on the sign for the pita place next door.

Happy Birthday.