to desire the replica Mon, 06 Feb 2012 07:46:48 +0000 en Something Pretty Fantastic Mon, 06 Feb 2012 07:46:48 +0000 Kim Oh Hi! Do I write here?

Sorry- it’s been a while because I’m horribly busy making my super-fan-fucking-tastic food blog a force to be reckoned with. It’s exhausting. Cooking, eating, cooking, eating, trying to re-configure left overs, cooking, eating.

Ich bin sehr müde.

So anyway- I pulled my head outta my ass long enough to mention that something super fantastic is happening to my best friend in the whole wide world. Even the whole wide web world. So, yeah, BIG. Oh, and did I mention that I can’t tell you what it is????

Hahahhaah. I’m kinda a bitch like that. On the up side, my people know that I can keep a secret FOREVER. Even if it means that we don’t know the president is having an affair with an alien weather for today.

Ok- enough subterfuge. I have a best friend and she is experiencing something remarkable right now- something I have had a slightly similar experience with recently. Still can’t tell you, but I’m pretty fucking happy because she’s pretty fucking happy.

I once crossed a line and almost lost her and tonight she said the words “What did you do!!??” They almost killed me because I’m protective and fierce, but not stupid. I did nothing. I sat at home and worried and cried a few times and felt sad and then happy and then sad and then mad and then brilliantly happy.

Wow. For anyone other than Suz, exactly how annoying is this post? HA! it’s ok though- it’s been so damn long since I posted that I doubt any of you are still here.

Sorry internet but that’s all you get. I am happy because she is happy and we now (kind of) weirdly share something that I didn’t think I’d ever be able to explain to anyone. Ever. And no, by “share” I don’t mean that I slept with her husband (though when agreeing to be her son’s godparent she tried to make me promise that I would divorce Steve & marry Stan in the event of her death. She even said Steve & I could stay married as long as we pretended that we weren’t and I “became” Stan’s wife.) Yeah- she’s a total fucking weirdo.

But, we have already shared so much through out our lives and when I hit that weird patch I was kind of alone, or so I thought. Now we can both wear that shit eating grin and feel a deep sense of happiness/fulfillment/love/wonder.

Yup. Fuck you all because no matter how great your best friend is, mine is still better.

Dim Sum Vs. The Flu Mon, 26 Sep 2011 06:09:25 +0000 Kim When you read this post, you may have a distinct idea as to whether or not I am a good person. It should also be said that your personal thoughts on this post will give ME a distinct idea as to whether or not I like you.

So I’m hand-rolling rice paper ginger pork and mixed greens rolls (because I’m fucking awesome!) and my husband starts to be even more pathetic than he was an hour earlier. (Not to say my husband is pathetic, in fact he kind of rules and is probably WAY cooler than your husband but he was feeling “poorly”) He was a wee bit doozy and woozy and all of those other words that you associate with something rather Dr. Suess-ish. So, he was going to roll down the street to our dim sum spot to pick up out favorites (prawn & leek cake, prawn & corn dumpling, steamed beef buns, prawn spring rolls & steamed prawn bun)  and it becomes clear to me at some point while rolling those little rice packages of goodness that my husband has the flu. I was hesitant to diagnose his lethargy as the flu any earlier due to the sheer volume of wine that we had consumed the night before. However, it was obvious rather quickly that I was going to have to run down to Happy Good Time Meals and pick up the desired dim sum. Before leaving I asked him if he wanted tea or water, a hot water bottle or fuzzy blanket (read as; awesome sympathetic wife!) He declined and I skipped off to pick up a dinner of delights that would be supplemented with my hand rolled deliciousness. (Again, AWESOME WIFE!)

So throughout the evening he seemed to be getting worse and by the time that I returned with an earth killing amount of styro take out containers, he was in the throws of feeling like utter crap. I dished out and he ate a few cursory bites before going to bed.

I rubbed his neck and shoulders until he fell asleep and then I went and ate all of his dim sum.

Boobs in a heat wave Thu, 11 Aug 2011 01:06:21 +0000 Kim Terrific. It’s center of the fucking sun hot and we get thunder with no rain. Really? I could actually fry an egg on my left boob. Well, if it weren’t for the dogs. The licking just makes it creepy.

WTF? Sat, 05 Mar 2011 22:51:43 +0000 Kim It’s official gang. We are doomed.

I believe that we are too stupid to continue much longer. My proof of this? There is now a reality show centered around people that blow up balloons and make things out of them.

This is a show. About blowing up balloons.


Best Quote Ever Sun, 20 Feb 2011 03:37:18 +0000 Kim This one is a double shot.


“What’s a Bieber?”

-Ozzy Osbourne

#2 (said to me while smearing off the rather epic up to his neck post banana bread shit that Grayson just had)

“Look Auntie! I have balls!”


The slippery slope to neglect Thu, 03 Feb 2011 18:49:58 +0000 Kim With all the craziness going on with Fig and Pepper, my birthday last week, Gray’s b-day the week before and the recent absolute insanity at work I have not only been neglecting all of the blogs that I love but I have also been neglecting this poor baby. Poor repliderium. I do love you.

She says while tenderly stroking it’s cheek.

I will be back, I promise.

I just don’t know when.

Pimping out Tue, 25 Jan 2011 17:35:28 +0000 Kim I wasn’t planning on pimping out my nice straight food blog on my slightly batshit fucking crazy one but I have to share this. Go buy some of these oils and vinegars gang- they ship anywhere and the blood orange olive oil will is LIFE CHANGING! Seriously. DO IT!

ok- Pimping done. Carry on.

Best Quote Ever Mon, 24 Jan 2011 21:52:59 +0000 Kim Said Saturday evening by my THREE YEAR OLD godson baby Gray when asked what “Black” is.

“Black is the absence of colour.”

Fuck do I love that kid.

Who Can We Blame for the Arizona Congresswoman Shooting? Tue, 11 Jan 2011 02:28:36 +0000 Kim I’m watching CNN and puking a little in my mouth right now.

The Congresswoman has been shot! Is the Right to blame? Was he just a radical individual? Wow! The nine year old who died was born on Sept 11, 2001. Does that mean anything?


The one that gets me most right now is the discussion going on about whether the rhetoric running rampant in politics these days will change because of this. Will politicians get their shit together and start working rather than trying desperately to stab each other in the eye? And most importantly, will we as a society force the politicians and the media to discourage this bullshit in the future? basically- Is there a lesson to be learned by this tragedy?

Yes there is.

Will we learn from it though?

Uh….. History pretty clearly tells us that NO, WE WILL NOT.

We’ve lived through a million such “tragic lessons” and haven’t yet learned a fucking thing.

Don’t believe me? Bet you can hear the name BP without that former blind rage. Bet most people can’t even pick out Rwanda on a fucking map. Darfur? The human rights violations happening daily around the world- our own backyard included? The fact that those living in The Gaza Strip struggle to even own fucking pencils, let alone seed, livestock, or building materials- basically anything in order to help them be self sustainable???? Have we learned?

I’m sorry to be the little black cloud with the disgusted look leaning quietly in the corner, but I am. I wish we would learn from our mistakes but the odds are not in our favor my friends. I give the outrage about a month to burn itself out and by then I’m sure another million dollar athlete will have fucked a hooker and thereby jerking our collective minds in their direction with the force of a bullet to the back of the head.

Our species really is grotesque.

Once upon a craving Part 2 Thu, 06 Jan 2011 04:00:49 +0000 Kim So after all of my whining (there was a lot that didn’t make it here- believe me- I can whine like a fucking Olympic athlete on a bucket full of banned substances.) this is what my husband brought home with him

No, sorry. You can’t have him so fuck off.