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Weekly Goals and Paninigasms. You Heard Me.

My friend Leslie was kind enough this morning to point out that I neglected to fulfill a promise I made last week about keeping you posted on my weekly goals so I can finally get a bunch of projects done around this wreck of a house.

I was supposed to tell you yesterday (Monday), but instead, I was actually working on fulfilling said goal.

But Leslie made me realize – If I don’t disclose the goals on here (or to anyone, for that matter), I’ll never get them done.

Because no one would give me a hard time about it.

And that’s what friends (and blog readers, who are practically friends because there isn’t much on here I don’t disclose about myself) are for – to give you shit when you start slacking.

Because they care.

I actually have 2 goals for this week:

1. Finish that damn closet so our coats can get off the guest bed and back into the closet where they belong.  Haven’t you heard?  It’s springtime, baby!

2. Sell a bunch of the “big” items taking up space in the garage and office so they can both get cleaned out.  That’s what I was working on yesterday – putting our old dining table, range, 2 office desks, and an office chair on Craigslist in the hope of selling them sometime this week.

Because this is what the garage looks like right now:

Nope, it ain’t pretty.

So far I’ve learned 2 things:

1. I priced the dining table and range too low.  I’ve gotten about a billion responses, and now I’m kicking myself for letting people convince me I couldn’t get very much for them.

2. Craigslist folk are unreliable.  The lady who was supposed to buy the range told me she’d be here before 10:00.  It’s now after 11:00, and she still hasn’t shown.  She’s probably going to be pissed when I call the next guy in line, but sorry lady!  You snooze, you lose.  This thing has got to go.

I should’ve known, though.  Erin warned us once about the perils of Craigslist:

So, yeah.  It’s not going that great so far.

On a completely unrelated note, have you ever seen the movie Spanglish with Adam Sandler?

It’s one of those movies that wasn’t originally my cup of tea, but for whatever reason I watched it again, and then again, and then again because there’s just something about it that’s so honest about human nature and our flaws and our idiosyncrasies that it just feels raw and real and… I don’t know… imperfect.  But that’s okay, because that’s the point.


There’s this scene where Adam Sandler’s life is just crap.  He’s an amazing chef with a beautiful house and family, but it doesn’t matter because things are falling apart in his marriage, the kids are suffering from huge self-esteem issues inflicted by their crazy mother who can’t recognize the reasons she’s so unhappy, his mother-in-law lives with them and happens to be a raging alcoholic, and their entire family is having a negative impact on the “pure” and holistic upbringing their nanny, who is a beautiful, single, illegal immigrant from Mexico, is trying to impart on her own impressionable young daughter.

And all of these things are weighing on him.  They tear him down every day.

But in this scene he’s about to have a moment – a moment of pure bliss.  He’s fixing himself this amazing sandwich.  We’re talkin’ the mother of all BLT’s, with crispy bacon, fresh butterhead lettuce and ripe tomato slices, mayo (of course), and thick wheat bread with some Monterey jack cheese that’s been broiled to perfection, all topped off with a glorious fried egg whose yolk doesn’t break until he slices into the sandwich’s divine center belly, the golden fluids bleeding out onto the plate for a perfect dipping opportunity.

Then – then – he pours himself some kind of gourmet-looking dark beer into a tall pilsner glass (at which point I completely jizz in my pants) and the entire scene is done in silence with just the sounds of the egg being fried, the crack and fizz of the beer as it’s poured into the glass, the grate of the knife on the plate.


I will never forget that scene.  It’s like this moment he so desperately needs – just himself, the paper, the perfect sandwich, and a beer.

Of course, it all gets ruined for him before he can take the first mind-blowing bite, but that’s beside the point.

The point is that sometimes you don’t have to get too fancy to have a completely satisfying meal.  Sometimes a sandwich – a sandwich that you take a little care and time to prepare correctly – can be the perfect ending to an otherwise less-than-perfect day.

And I want to thank my sister, who reminded me of that last night when she encouraged me to make this:

Known henceforth as the “Orgasm Panini,” which, if executed correctly, could cause a paninigasm (thanks Jeff, for the term).

For a list of ingredients I used, check out the description of this photo on the Domestiphobia Facebook page.

Yep.  I’m sneaky like that.


Here are is the cast of characters for the Orgasm Panini (I figure it’s only fair if you stumbled across this later to not make you search for the ingredients) from bottom to top:

Some type of thickly sliced bread, mayo with lemon juice and basil, Cajun turkey from the deli, fresh tomato, freshly sliced or grated Mozzarella, cooked bacon, artichoke hearts, fresh baby spinach. Toast in panini press and enjoy.

Maybe even multiple times.


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Get the closet finished! The guest bed is going to be occupied in 52 days.

And oddly enough I remember very very little about that movie…but that scene stands out and I remember it. Hmmmm.


Don’t tell me I have 52 days! I’m supposed to get it done this WEEK. ;)

And you remember it because it’s a spectacular scene. Pure cinema (with the relationship of the sounds to the visuals) at its finest.


I love that you posted your messy garage. I’m thinking about sending you a picture of our terrifying basement just so you can motivate me to clean it out. It’s a nightmare. Thanks for the inspiration.


Haha, you’re welcome! I’m not afraid to show my shame – It really does work as a motivational tool! Of course, if you still put it off, it can end up making you feel worse about yourself and lack of drive… Not that I would know about that. ;)

Seriously though, feel free to send the pic if you want! Or you could post it directly to the Facebook page if you’re brave enough. I don’t think we’re alone in our messy storage rooms. :)


I learned from the best how to give shit and you’re right it’s just because I care. I <3 you superstar! Can't wait to see all of your finished projects.


You rock. ;)


Don’t feel bad about calling the next guy in line. If she really wanted it, it’d be in the back of her truck already. Lots of complete whackjobs on Craigslist, but that’s how we got rid of all our dining room furniture and old appliances.

I’m not giving you shit about the garage, though, since yours is about 1000 times tidier than ours. I abdicated control of the garage to the hubs, and the inside of the house is mine. Our garage looks like an episode of Hoarders, okay not quite that bad, but it’s pretty scary.


“If she really wanted it, it’d be in the back of her truck already.” <– Good call, and you're right. I ended up calling the next guy and he picked it up within a half hour. I never did hear back from that chick!

Oh, wow. I'm one of those people who can't stand storing stuff just to have it, you know? To me, there’s not much that feels better than purging stuff I don’t use!


I typically hate Adam Sandler movies, but I loved Spanglish. That scene you described made me realize two things:
1.) I’ve been so wrapped up in job stuff that I haven’t taken the time to appreciate the simplicity and quiet of my life before I start my new job next week. It’s so easy to forget that life isn’t all about work and job search. Thanks for reminding me of the beauty that is a fried egg sandwich and a good beer….and…
2.) You should consider writing food porn. Because I was highly engrossed in your description of his meal and I didn’t want it to stop. :)


Hahaha this cracked me up. Thank you, and you’re welcome! :)

And food porn… now THERE’S an interesting concept.


I think I am going to have to avoid your food blog entries. Especially in the morning. …mmm… foood..


Haha, sorry Ted! I haven’t decided whether I’m going to do more food today (Fudge Cookies laced with Bailey’s), or random rambling. We’ll see… ;)

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