four score and seven years ago...

You guys, I got the best compliment a while ago.

I've been told I look like a few random celebrities, none of which I agree with. In fact, in high school, my health teacher who I'm pretty sure was some sort of drug addict (yay public school!) told me I looked like Blair Underwood. Do you know who Blair Underwood is? If you're a Sex and the City fan you might remember him as the Knicks' doctor who dated Miranda and gave her a cookie cake that said "I love you".

Not ringing a bell? Well, he is a large black man.

Recently someone told me I look like the cutest, most well dressed celebrity around, and I will take it as my official celebrity doppleganger:


Finding Y's doppleganger has been a little bit harder. My dad thinks he looks like Roger Sterling.


Any online avatar he makes ends up looking like Justin Timberlake:


I can kind of see it... I just don't think Y has the moves.

But yesterday, Y's friend and I glimpsed Y's shadow in profile... and it was obvious:

Obviously, I added the hat - well, maybe not obviously, you don't know our lives -- but can you see it?

There's Something about Cameron


For as long as we've had him, Ike has been scared of hats -- or, more specifically, anything that you try to put on his head while saying, "Hey Ike, want a hat?" Bowls, cups, baseball caps, knit caps, plastic bags -- he doesn't discriminate. We thought this was a pretty strange fear for a dog to have.

Then I brought home an exercise ball. Ike alternated between being afraid of it and swiping at it, until he eventually swiped a hole in it. Tilt your head to the left and prepare to be amused:

Hats and exercise balls are not even half of the weird things he's scared of. He's terrified of the mop, the broom, the vacuum cleaner, the trash can, and the big blue Ikea bags we take grocery shopping. When we took him to Dallas for our engagement pictures, he was scared of one very specific log.


Recently, I heard Ike bark his "frightened bark" from the other room. Afraid we had left a hat unattended, I rushed to help him. There, I found him cowering in fear of this:

Do you recognize that...that.. monster who dare scare our sweet little prince?

That's right - one Cameron Diaz, as seen on the cover of the July 2010
InStyle. I have to say I don't understand his beef with the charming, adorable, well dressed Ms. Diaz, although maybe he was just expressing his distaste for her string of boyfriends since Justin Timberlake. I can't say I blame you on that one, Ike. I mean, really, Cameron? Who hasn't dated A-Rod? Can't you be a leetle more original?

I digress. I haven't seen Ike so terrified since the Great Exercise Ball of 2009. I had to get a video.

Before I show you this video, though, I have to pause and tell you that We're Just Dandy isn't always rainbows and puppies. A lot of hard work, sacrifice, and the proverbial blood, sweat, and tears goes in to putting together these blog posts. Keep that in mind as you watch the following video. The whole thing.


It has come to my attention that the ending of this video isn't as clear as I thought it was: I fell. Flat on my face.

**By the way, if your dog ever develops a hatred for a particular celebrity, and you think it may have to do with their ex/current boyfriends, but you're drawing a blank on who exactly those boyfriends are, and you're too lazy to type "cameron diaz relationship" into Google like I did, this site is calling your name. I had no idea there was an imdb of celebrity relationships! http://www.whosdatedwho.com/

Taylor is the new Lizzie.

I went on a little road trip last weekend to embrace my inner 16 year old.

Yes... four friends and I, most of us over the age of 25, went to a Taylor Swift concert and in between songs about high school crushes and Jonas brothers, we talked nonstop about how we could all be her best friend. Seriously. Two of us are married, two of us are homeowners, and we can all relate perfectly to a song about being fifteen. That is the beauty of Taylor Swift.

[Confession: I spent my four hour car ride memorizing the lyrics to all of her songs. This activity replaced my usual road trip entertainment: impressing myself with my ability to remember songs from my youth. My proudest moment? I still know all the words to Gettin Jiggy Wit It.]

In case you never get the opportunity to make it to a Taylor Swift concert, I'll give you the rundown:

Taylor sings a song, making sure to punch the air with her fist and/or run her hand through her hair. You desperately wish you were her, so you strike a Taylor pose:

Taylor finishes song and, in awe, looks at the crowd:

and looks.


and looks.


I mean, we get it, Tiger Stadium is pretty impressive and there are a lot of people there.

(When I showed Yoni this picture, he noted pretty seriously that he's surprised there was no epistaxis among my friends and me, and then laughed gleefully at his exclusive little joke. This is why he wasn't invited.)


And Taylor looks on.


And on.

Seriously, this went on for at least two minutes.

I began to wonder what Ike was doing.

(That's about how I felt, too at this point, buddy.)


And when I was done Ike-dreaming, Taylor was still staring.


I would say by the end of the show, there were about 10 minutes total of combined staring.

(Scholarly Ike calculates that the staring:singing ratio was 1:12.)


But even with all of the awkward staring (and dancing...and arm thrusting...and attempts at conversation) we did enjoy ourselves. And if Taylor Swift and I had gone to high school together, I'm pretty sure we would have skipped through the halls together, holding hands and wearing sparkly dresses.

I can only hope we had as good of a time as this person, who must have a special place in their heart for the music of T Swizzle and just had to take a solo picture in front of the tour bus. Like I said, that's the beauty of Taylor Swift. We were all fifteen year old girls once.

it's fun to stay at the...

My lunch break usually goes a little something like this:

Therefore, while what I'm about to tell you may not sound all that exciting to you, keep the photo above in mind when I say I feel like my lunch breaks this week should have made the national news. Or at least the local news. Okay, maybe my relative sense of severity is off but what do you expect? I'm at the point where I'm making up star-crossed love stories of pretzel heir/esses. Give me a break.

My boss is out of town, and my night classes start next week (and with them starts no hope of my going to the gym after work) so I decided to test out whether I could get to the downtown YMCA branch (which I had never been to) for a pilates class at noon and back to my office within an hour.

So I Google mapped my directions out; it would take 6 minutes to get there.

Turns out "there", which Google maps told me was the Y, was a homeless shelter. I figured this out as I got out of the car with my bright green, flowery yoga mat and noticed lots of... dirty people standing around outside.

I couldn't bring myself to believe that Google Maps had failed me -- was I going to have to start using MapQuest?? -- so I decided that the logical reason for all of these homeless people was that the YMCA must be next to the YWCA, which I knew had a shelter of some kind. So my increasingly lame yoga mat and I went inside.

Yeah, it was a homeless shelter. Just a plain old, non-YMCA affiliated homeless shelter.

NOT A GYM.


The lady that worked there gave me directions to the actual Y. I got lost and confused because there were movie trucks lining most of the streets I needed to turn down - Butter (whose movie set Yoni and I happened to stumble upon once), was filming somewhere downtown. When I finally got to my pilates class, 20 minutes late for a 45 minute class, I discovered where exactly the movie was filming: in the pilates workout room.

The movie crew had infested the gym, and I tiptoed around them, thinking I might see someone famous. Nope. Just a lot of racks of clothing you might see at a butter carving contest.

While looking around, I noticed what an interesting old building I was in. I was sort of teetering on whether I thought it had a lot of character or was just plain creepy. When I asked one of the guys who worked there to show me where the pilates classes had been relocated to, he took me up some really narrow stairs to a platform above the building.


And as he started to lead me up the next flight of stairs, I had to ask him if he was kidnapping me.


By the way, I decided on "just plain creepy".

On my way to the locker room after my workout, I passed a bank of directors' chairs where Kristen Schaal was sitting. You might know her from The Daily Show, Flight of the Conchords, or Modern Family, as poor Manny's date that didn't quite work out.


My celebrity sighting fix satiated, I felt like I was ready to end my adventures and go back to The Office. As I was changing clothes, a woman (who was dressed for a county fair, not a workout) came in and checked her lipstick. She looked incredibly familiar... like an aunt, or the wife of my refrigerator supplier. Then it clicked.


Yep, I had just been staring open mouthed, with no shirt on, at Phyllis from The Office.

How was your lunch break?

Flashback Friday: This is What Dreams are Made of

If you were my friend when I was 18-23, I need to apologize.

When I was looking back through old journals for my bright idea of Flashback Friday, I realized that I used to be (maybe I still am) really, really annoying. But the specific reason I'm apologizing is that when I looked at my journals from this month in 2002 - 2004, I realized that I mentioned Lizzie McGuire, the Olsen Twins, or Lindsay Lohan in NEARLY EVERY ENTRY. I'm not exaggerating. How did anyone put up with me?

Below, May 2003: The Aftermath of The Lizzie McGuire Movie.

May 4th, 2003 11:28 pm
i think all of my friends saw lizzie mcguire this weekend. but not me :(

May 11th, 2003 6:05 pm
it seems that me seeing this dumb movie [Lizzie McGuire] was just not meant to be.

May 12th, 2003 7:24 pm

i finally saw lizzie. i hate her. she is a shot to everyone's self esteem.

May 15, 2003 4:22 pm
omg the matrix reloaded was awesome!!!@@@! **
the other day i was like, when i grow up i want to be lizzie mcguire.
now im like, i wanna be trinity!! i want to be both.

[**Present Daci note: One day I should compile all of my "movie reviews", because I found similar in-depth reviews of Shrek 2, Finding Nemo, The Italian Job, and X-Men 2. I also found an entire entry describing how I was in love with Nightcrawler from X-Men 2, but I'm just going to leave that alone.]

May 24, 2003 3:10 am
watching ange dance+sonic w/ loud obnoxious boys+watching lizzie for the third time!+dressing like lizzie+not being a spaz like lizzie+realizing that we'll never be lizzie

June 2003: road trip to Texas. We decided that 1) our cowboy hats were awesome, and 2) the Olsen Twins were better than Lizzie McGuire. So naturally, if you were wearing your hat you were an Olsen Twin. If you took it off, you were a Lizzie. Sigh. Really, Daci??

And, bonus! May 17, 2002 I was in California visiting my brother and sister-in-law and I guess I had Lizzie on the brain then, too:

11:58 pm
We drove down the 405 like OJ in his white Bronco! And i went to the club where Lizzie McGuire hangs out! OH i saw where the guy who created friends lives. he has a fountain in his front yard. There are so many malls here, WEEEEE!

~May 2002.



If you couldn't tell from the title of this post, from now on I'll dig out more treasures from my past journals every Friday. Stay tuned - I just get cooler and cooler.

like buttah

Because of a tax break for the film industry, movies have started filming in our little half medical, half redneck paradise (Sidenote: It is rare to visit any restaurant or store that doesn't have at least one person wearing scrubs, one person in a white coat, and one fat guy wearing overalls). Yesterday, there was a shoot happening around the corner from our house. Plan Make Ike Famous part B (my callout to the Today show fell flat) was in full effect. During our lunch break Yoni, Ike and I took a little walk to get some yogurt and -- ohmigosh what is this a movie set, right on our route? What are the chances? And I just happen to have my camera?!



There have been claims that none of the movies filmed here have been of decent quality (The Year One, Mad Money, W). Well this movie, the one whose set has now been graced with Ike's urine, is out to change that reputation:

A comedy set in the Midwest U.S., where an adopted girl discovers her talent for butter carving and finds herself pitted against an ambitious local woman in their town's annual contest.

How could a movie about butter carving be anything but amazing? I just hope Paula Deen has a cameo.

Anyway, as Yoni and I started on our walk we plotted ways to get Ike in with the celebrities. Jennifer Garner stars in Butter, so our first thought was obviously that little Violet and Seraphina would be hanging around on set, and want to play with our little doggy, which would surely end up on Perez Hilton.


But what if Jennifer Garner wasn't around? Alicia Silverstone is in the movie too -huge PETA advocate. We set up a hypothetical scene should she be there that involved us kicking Ike. She would have to intervene. Ike wouldn't mind taking one for the team.

Hugh Jackman could have been there. To attract his attention, we quickly choreographed an Oscars-worthy dance with Ike as the lead.

The other male lead, Rob Corrdry, is known (by us) for his Daily Show correspondence and awesome bangs:


Guys with beards have a special bond; why not guys with bangs?


Other cast members include Ty Burrell (my FAVORITE character from Modern Family), Kristen Schaal (another Daily Show correspondent), Ashley Greene (who was in some movie about vampires or something?) and Olivia Wilde, who I, oops, forget to tell Yoni about because I'm pretty sure she's on his list. We didn't come up with a plan for them; we were SO sure the play date with Jennifer Garner's girls would work out.

As we turned the corner, we spotted our first celebrity:


The fat neighborhood cat we call Wilford Brimley.

And the rest of the journey was just as eventful. We did spot a prop, though.



All in all I'd say our celebrity stalking walk was successful. We got some exercise and our yogurt. The only reason I left work for an hour on a busy Wednesday to take a walk. Yep. Gotta have my midday yogurt.





when boredom strikes, bake.

I had a problem yesterday -- there was nothing to do. I get twitchy when there's nothing to do; I need some sort of project.

So like any normal person with an entire day to herself and a hint of southern Louisiana homesickness, I decided to make a king cake.

I was promised by the commenters on allrecipes.com (who all swear they are THE most qualified to determine king cake authenticity based on number of years living in New Orleans) that this recipe was the real deal, and I pretty much agree. It definitely tasted more like a king cake than North Louisiana's version (which, while delicious, is NOT a king cake. I know. I lived within 70 miles of New Orleans for over 10 years).


On the off chance you're like me and find yourself thinking, "Why sit in front of the tv all day when I can spend hours making something I can easily find at any local bakery?", then this 20 year old Southern Living recipe is most definitely for you, provided you live in Louisiana and it's ~40 days before Easter.

I'll leave you with this vintage Mardi Gras picture, because I love embarrassing people... especially myself (I'm on the left). I distinctly remember showing our hairdresser a picture of Jessica Simpson and believing she could make me look just like her with a bunch of hairspray and a $1 gold headband. I think it worked!




...That was sarcasm. I need some really ugly high waisted jeans to make that happen.

Happy Mardi Gras!

a conversation about activia.

We let Ike sleep on the bed for a few days.

Luckily for him, this meant he got to take part in our morning tv commentary, which usually includes counting typos on the local Shreveport scroll at the bottom of the Today Show (the amount of which, by the way, does not make the local news look very good).

This particular morning, an Activia commercial came on; one where Jamie Lee Curtis is just hanging out in some random family's kitchen.

Y: This is stupid. Who is just randomly hanging out in their kitchen with Jamie Lee Curtis?

Ike:

Y: Um... Jamie Lee Curtis??

Ike:

Y: Uh? Maybe that's his mother.

Me: Or his father...