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Really? You’re still shopping?

16 Dec

Okay, I just finished my holiday shopping yesterday. Now I’m just crossing my fingers that everything ships to me in time.  So just in case you’re still shopping, here are a few more picks that make me smile.

For the friend with those super cute kiddos

One of our readers gave me the heads up to this online shop that sells really fun kitchen stuff including these great popsicle holders. The price is definitely right for this gift, and I love that they are a great opportunity for moms and dads to make fabulous homemade popsicles.

 

For your Dad who makes pies every holiday

Yes, only Williams Sonoma would have a contraption that makes delicious individual pies! This is just awesome. Awesome, awesome, awesome!

 

For a lip lockin’ lady

I love this eco-savvy lip gloss set in recycled vintage tins. Seriously, girlfriend, sister or derby sister, you can’t go wrong with this one.

 

For the person who puts weird shit in their office

We all work with that lady who shows up to the office with zany shit that she puts on her desk, or parades around the office to show everyone. Why not make it something rad?

 

For your amazeballs progressive pal

Sometimes the best gift is one that has a great message and raises funds for a worthy cause.  ‘Nuff said.

 

Sport, I had every intention of hijacking your post and telling the Scoundrels how much I hate you, shopping, and Christmas. I mean, really, who gives a shit about all of this, and you keep posting about this crap! Bah-fucking-humbug. Then I got this tweet last night

Yes, that is a link to one of your shopping guides. It’s for the whiskey stones you mentioned in the 1st shopping guide post. Needless to say, I feel like a tool. :( I owe you an apology, Sport. Obviously, your shopping guides are helpful, and people are actually paying attention. *shoulder shrug*

P.S. You just got a public apology. That will be the last, skank! Count it.

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You know you’re gonna shop…

3 Dec

Hanukkah started this week and Christmas is just around the corner. That means you’re probably in the throes of some hardcore holiday gift shopping.

If you’re anything like me, you are probably looking for gifts that are both awesome and meaningful. So I decided that while I’m shopping, I’d pass along some of my favorite finds for my favorite Scoundrels.

For the shoe whore

Toms is a super rad company that donates a pair of shoes to kiddos in need for every pair purchased. The Vegan Wrap Boot in Ash is so damned cute, I wanna punch a baby over them.  Looks perfect for those more temperate winter days. Plus, I bet they’re super comfy.

 

For that special Gleek in your life

Um, yes please. What fan of Glee doesn’t want that first awesomesauce season on DVD?  Journey, dude. Journey.

 

For the homebody

These tea cups make me happy.  I know I’d be thrilled to get this set as a gift. Not only do I love me some penguins, but I love the gentle reminders on each cup.  In fact, I may have to get this for myself.

 

For the drunk

Whiskey stones! What a great idea. Now your favorite drinker can enjoy their fav drink without bullshit ice ruining the delicious taste of alcohol.  On a related note: I really miss booze.  Who wants to get wasted on Cinco de Mayo with me?

 

For yo gurhl

Cashmere makes even the gloomiest days brighter.  And we all know how amazing 3/4 length sleeves look on winter coats, but how impractical that would be in oh, say Denver, or Chicago, or New York.  Problem solved with these 2-in-1 Gloves. I did mention that they’re CASHMERE, right?

For *that* guy

First of all, I’m just going to say that I love *that* guy. Secondly, I cannot rave enough about how much I swoon over the Mad Men illustrations done by Dyna Moe.  She’s so effing brilliant!  My apartment is adorned with 5 different prints of her illustrations from Season One.  Be jealous. She got the smack down from Lionsgate for making her art available for purchase and it was unavailable until this book dropped.  I’d say get it, before Lionsgate changes their mind.

 

For that bitchy friend you secretly want to see get fat

The Cranberry Bliss Bar. Seriously, screw her. 320 calories per serving. 18g of fat, 26g of sugar. Bitch.

 

For the lady with a GD baby on board

Being pregnant means you feel like shit nearly all the time. Sure there are moments when you suddenly have enough energy to clean the kitchen or  stay focused at work. But for the most part, I’ve found that you go into put your head down and keep moving forward mode just to make it through your day.  And on top of feeling less than fab, you have the most incredible aches and pains in places you didn’t even know had nerves. Round ligament pain, anyone?  Plus, you really can’t take anything for said pain other than Tylenol, which is a joke.  Some days a Mommy-to-be will find a new best friend in one of these heat packs.  Microwave, snuggle up and get some instant relief. Great for non-preggos too!

 

For that hard to shop for friend or child

Okay, dinosaurs are awesome. T-shirts are awesome. And really, everyone should have at least one cool shirt.

 

and finally, for your slutty BFF

Awww yeah. I mean, seriously, take your pick. What ho-ho-ho-riffic skank wouldn’t want something that will surely land them on the naughty list next year.  Or you can always get them condoms so they don’t procreate. #justsayin

That’s about it, Scoundrels. Happy shopping and I hope that bitchy friends gets fat, too. Mmmm hmmm.

Guest Post: How to Live Like a Crazy Cat Lady (Minus the Animal Hoarding Thing)

16 Jul

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Amber of Monk and Mao is simply amazing. As she states in her post, we met her through Twitter, and she’s become one of the best people in our lives.  Sport came up with this idea to give a little blog love to others that have kindled the spark we have for blogging, writing, sharing, loving, and all of the heady stuff in between. So we’ve decided to give you some Amber today.

One of the reasons we’re doing this new feature is to show people that there’s so many facets of living the 30s. We also want to expose people to the out-of-the-ordinary that’s just as incredible as the day-to-day goings-on of our lives.  Without rambling too much, here’s Monk, Mao, and Amber.


Eleanor Abernathy
is kind of my hero. She was a genius kid. She went on to
earn degrees from Harvard and Yale. Then, at age 32, she freaked out
and discovered booze and kittens. Her life changed forever.

Eleanor Abernathy

Like Eleanor, I was an extremely smart kid. I was always in the honors
classes. I even won the gold medal in a state-wide analogy competition
when I was in third grade. Yeah, I was just that awesome. Sure, I went
through a goth phase in high school where I wore lingerie over
dresses, listened to bands I’m not going to admit to listening to and
ditched all of my core classes to hang out in the darkroom and process
photos, but I somehow managed to graduate. Then, for reasons that are
still a mystery to me, I decided that I wanted to go to college to
become an accountant.

I went to college. I got a full-time job as a bookkeeper. I dropped
out of school. I went back. I got promoted to Controller. I bought a
condo and a Benz. And some golf clubs, because accountants have to
have golf clubs, right? Then I dropped out again. A few years later,
when I was 27, I went back. Three weeks into the semester, I walked
out. Then I freaked out. I didn’t have a clue what I wanted to do with
my life. I just knew I didn’t want to spend the rest of my life in an
office. I went back to being a bookkeeper, but cut my schedule to 20
hours a week. Then I started drinking. I’m not an alcoholic by any
means. (Sure, I’m writing this on a Thursday night after three beers
and two shots of Jäger, but don’t all great creative minds do their
best work after a few drinks?!) Yeah, I was starting to figure out
what I wanted to do lose my mind. It felt fucking amazing.

Now I’m nearing 30, and you know what? I’m happy. Painfully happy. I
have time to do pretty much whatever I want to do. I go running,
practice yoga, take way too many pictures and try to go on lots of
weekend trips to the coast… But mostly, I hang out with my cats,
Monk and Mao. Maybe I’ll dress them up in silly costumes. Sometimes I
sing to them. I even named my neglected Etsy shop after the cute little
bastards. Kitty lovin’ is in my blood. My mom is currently the mother
of ten rescue cats and I blame her for passing the crazy cat lady gene
down to me. I’ve accepted that this is my future and I wouldn’t really
have it any other way. Are you jealous yet? Well, darlin’, you
shouldn’t be. You can be a crazy cat lady, too.

Obviously, you’ll need a cat or two. Let’s not be hoarders here. If
you don’t already have a cat, PLEASE adopt from a shelter like ARAS Colorado. Fuck pet stores
and breeders. Also, get your kitties fixed and DO NOT LET THEM
OUTSIDE. If I find out your cat is in heat and wandering around the
neighborhood, I’ll cut you. Real cat ladies are responsible pet owners
because they love their cats more than anything. Assuming you have a
cat (because you’d be a fool not to), let’s move on.

It is essential that you dress appropriately if you want to be taken
seriously as a crazy cat lady. The thrift store is about to become
your best friend. Old lady cardigans? Check. Strange floral patterns?
Check. Vintage lingerie? You bet your sweet ass. Dresses that fall at
an awkward length? Yup, they’ve got ‘em. And most importantly,
pockets. Pockets are key. How are you going to carry kittens around
with you if you don’t have pockets? Now, start layering.

Outfits

Remember, you can still look hot! Let a little bit of lace from a
vintage slip peek out the bottom of your muumuu. I also suggest
wearing a lot of black and acting like you’ve never heard of a lint
roller. You’ll be surprised how many people notice and comment on your
hairiness. Wear that shit like a badge of honor, baby.

Let’s move on to your home. My living room is very cat-friendly, yes?

cat hoarding

Wait, I mean…

Living Room

Again, the thrift store is your friend, especially when it comes to
buying furniture. Please don’t spend $1,000 on a couch. It’s just
going to end up with a hairball barfed onto it. Probably on a weekly
basis. You can find some pretty awesome stuff for under $500 if you’re
patient and willing to explore. I found my vintage couch at the
Salvation Army for $60 and I adore the thing. Ooh, and accessories?
Screw the cruel animal hoarding. This is where you really become a
hoarder, or, as I like to call myself, a collector. Yes, I buy every
old, blue, pre-1950 book I find. I also have more gaudy gold
candelabras than I’d like to admit. A dozen large ornately framed
mirrors? I needed every single one of them. In short, if it makes you
think of an 80-year-old Catholic woman, buy it and display it.

You’ll need a few hobbies to enjoy while you’re sitting at home
petting your cat. I’ve chosen embroidery (because I’m secretly an old
lady) and photography (because it makes me abnormally happy). Until
recently, my cats were the only subjects willing to let me take
pictures of them, resulting in probably 2,500 photos of Miss Monk and
Mr. Mao on my computer. Excessive? Fuck yeah. But look at how cute
they are!

Handsome Mao
Monk

Oh, and spend a lot of time on the internet. Especially twitter. How
else are you going to meet people crazy enough to let you use their

blog to preach your cat lady ways to the world?

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