Tag Archives: Blogging

photo friday: tree huggers

27 Apr

So, my sweet friend Annliese has a theory that a person’s aura/persona can be summed up metaphorically in some form of produce. I have yet to discern what my personal produce is, but Annliese has determined that hers is a papaya. I have no idea how she came to this conclusion, but either way, every time I see papaya I think of my friend.

When we were in St. Croix there were multiple papaya trees outside our cabin, and I blew up Annliese’s phone, of course, to tell her so.

I named this one Annliese.

numbers game

19 Sep

I’ll be the first to tell you: sometimes I’m forgetful. Usually with important stuff I’m okay (like my name, Swede’s name, how to dress myself), but some days, weeks, even those pieces of life are simply too much for my tiny brain to handle.

Though to date, I have yet to actually LEAVE the house without pants on.

To date.

Anyway, this is all a very long explanation for what I really want to tell you, which is this: This Girl was a poster last week at the3six5 Chicago.

You can check out the post here.

For future reference, I’m also on the 2012 author list for the3six5 general, non-Chicago site, and I promise you when that post goes up next year, I’ll tell you about it.

If I don’t forget.

I should probably write myself a post-it note.

Possibly one in every room.

for the sensitive among us

6 Apr

As many of you dedicated McPolish readers may have guessed, I love food. Really and truly. I love to make it, I love to eat it, I love to make other people eat it, you get the idea. Which is why I was thrilled to play a (small) part in helping Marisa Voorhees out when she asked about food photography for her new site.

Check me out! I photo’d that! (With some help from The Swede. Thanks, Swede!)

Take a moment to peruse the site—Marisa’s focus is on recipes for people with food sensitivities, but even if you have an iron stomach I guarantee you’ll find something you like. I’m already drawing up the list of recipes I want to try. As soon as I figure out where I packed all my pots and pans.

The Food-Sensitive Foodie


quick note on this week’s photo friday

15 Jun

If you don’t read Calliope’s blog, you should. And if you don’t participate in her Photo Friday challenges, you should. Especially this week, since yours truly got to pick this week’s theme.


What’s your idea of an afternoon delight, Interwebers?

photo friday: black & white

28 May

For this week’s assignment*, Calliope wanted us to get schooled in black and white photos. Be bold! she said. Be edgy! Be dramatic!

So this is what I came up with.

I did have some fun playing around with Photoshop on this one. (Sorry, Steph.) And to be truthful, this is not meant to be vulgar, it is meant to express the deep, black hole of frustration I have for Sylvia, my laptop. She is a beast sometimes. A thorn in my side with her slowness and her affinity for freezing up and freaking out at the most inopportune moments. And sometimes I want to punch her in the throat. If computers had throats.

Suck it, Sylvia, is what I often say, even though what I’m really thinking is more akin to what is expressed in the photo. I never say those words out loud to her though, lest she hear me and then really freak the F out, crashing my files left and right in retribution because computers can totally read your thoughts, yo.

*Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know I missed last week’s assignment, which was a TTV one. I couldn’t figure out the layering thing and the sizing of my photo thing, okay? I’m working on it. Don’t judge me. Well, it’s okay to judge me a little. I’m pretty incapable sometimes when it comes to these photo editing and design programs. I’m just being honest.

she’s full of the awesome

1 Mar


Over Christmas I got to meet one of my interwebs friends. It’s not often I get to actually meet interwebs friends, unless, of course, you count that time I did match.com for awhile, and A) those weren’t friends, and 2) I wish I’d never met them, and III) except not really, because then I wouldn’t have an awesome story about how I was reprimanded for cutting the tip off the brie, or the subsequent awesome story about getting into a dating-ending argument over school vouchers Biddy Mulligan’s.


Never you mind about those douchebags.

ANYWAY, I got to meet one of my interwebs/blogging friends I actually like and wanted to meet after Christmas while I was in Chicago. I’d been a fan of Aunt Becky for all of a month (I think I’d stumbled across her blog through niobe?) at the time, and we’d engaged in fast and furious email friendship after discovering a mutual love for swearing the motherfucking shit out of things for no other reason than we both like the F-bomb.

Now that, my friends, is a true bond.

 So I met up with Aunt Becky and her husband, The Daver, for a delightful lunch at Wishbone, where we got to know each other in person, talk smack about people (no we didn’t…it was Christmas, after all…) (okay, maybe we totally did) (but only a little), and in general solidified our blogging friendship, even though Aunt Becky and her site are way more popular and full of the awesome than mine will ever be. Which I’m totally cool with, because well, I have a bit of a Girl Crush on Aunt Becky so I’m just glad she likes me and am happy to be her friend.

And as such, that was essentially a long, drooling intro to what I really wanted to say, which is that Aunt Becky is writing a book. But first! She’s got to prove to the publishers that people will buy her book, which is where you come in, my dear readers, all four of you. Head on over here and fill out the page to let the publishers know that you would buy the book. Even if you don’t buy the book, just say you will, because all they really want are numbers more than anything else. Hell, put in all 14 of your email addresses if you feel so inclined.

 But more than anything, I’d love you so much if you helped support my friend Aunt Becky. (Like, bake you cookies love-you-so-much.) Besides the fact that she’s a rockin’ gal with hilarious stories to tell, you’d be doing yourself and your karma a little favor by taking 30 seconds to fill out the form and help a friend (of a friend).

that time of the month

9 Aug

Admit it.

You love a little piece of gossip. You love hearing bits of other people’s dirty (or not so dirty) little secrets. Maybe you even have a few of your own you’d like to throw out there, but never would in fear of repercussions.

Never fear, blogger Niobe is here. (Well, there…on her own blog…) And every month she puts up a post for tru confessionz, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t love reading them. They are a little funny, they are a lot dirty, they are sad, they are disappointing, they are titillating, they are a peek into the lives of others. In all honesty I’ve never posted anything, but I’ve been tempted. Maybe one of these days…

In the meantime, indulge your nosey, voyeristic side. And if the spirit moves you, maybe you’ll even post something yourself.

And if you want to read past confessionz, you can find them here and here and here.

If I Could

18 Jun

I would make my profession throwing dinner parties. I would make it my job to have people over five nights a week to eat food that I made for them and hang out and chit chat. Part of my required duties would be to grocery shop at least three times a week. And because I am an overachiever, I would willfully take on the reading and reviewing of various cookbooks, food blogs, and food sections of major newspapers and write critiques of them after experimenting with their tips and recipes.

It would be one of those jobs where I could say, “Oh, it doesn’t even feel like going to work, it just feels like fun.”

What would your ideal job be?


13 Mar

Seeing as how my 29th year is now over, I figured it’s time to move on to a new blog.

For the record, it’s pronounced “Mick-pole-ish” not “Mick-pah-lish.” Think Poland, the country, not what you do to the good silver.

Welcome, friends.