tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22014449220374018712024-03-14T02:48:59.192-05:00 Wahine ReportLittle California Girl surfs the beltway.Jen Richerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10930199886120117810noreply@blogger.comBlogger403125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2201444922037401871.post-70450352663188207132011-06-03T09:43:00.000-05:002011-06-03T09:43:55.798-05:00FRIDAY WARM FUZZYI am such a sucker for coming home videos and proposals. UGH!! And this has both! (stole this from Aly's facebook page!)<br />
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<blockquote>"In August 2010, I met my girlfriend (of about 2 months at the time) at the Paris Airport and knew the moment she got off the plane, I wanted to marry her. Over the next 9 months, I filmed us, a bit at a time, and made it into a little movie. In May 2011, I played it for her on the terrace of the Bowery Hotel in New York City, with the Empire State Building as our backdrop...and asked her to marry me..."</blockquote><br />
Music: Florence and The Machine - Dog Days Are OverJen Richerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10930199886120117810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2201444922037401871.post-38134664817865207202011-05-31T14:15:00.001-05:002011-05-31T16:28:42.375-05:00Lions, and Puppies, And Movie Stars..oh my..<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYsd0h6gIwoxzv2TuwOcGlB42lJ2-b2wqvGfRVgYzIUXNGT0222tp1aKpP8Q165xTImfE5x-Yx2vGzF1q8Pl6lC8-9BE9_rF6a8wgULl36wCS7gVIJpr59TNG0KRrkjfNk-d0r24Q8LYwB/s1600/IMG_0863.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYsd0h6gIwoxzv2TuwOcGlB42lJ2-b2wqvGfRVgYzIUXNGT0222tp1aKpP8Q165xTImfE5x-Yx2vGzF1q8Pl6lC8-9BE9_rF6a8wgULl36wCS7gVIJpr59TNG0KRrkjfNk-d0r24Q8LYwB/s400/IMG_0863.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi47ixFEs58ALU3KMqhLtLhyphenhyphenjEiH5cGyOXrCId-NMxDVjA2HTfObTfbbo3_rmexcvLpIeDTIwaJE_8vOx4x7bZls9syofeGlDyYgeFeUXsuF4EDmnKKeZ70rPqTX2VMCKGq3MtExbTIy1EM/s1600/IMG_0827.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi47ixFEs58ALU3KMqhLtLhyphenhyphenjEiH5cGyOXrCId-NMxDVjA2HTfObTfbbo3_rmexcvLpIeDTIwaJE_8vOx4x7bZls9syofeGlDyYgeFeUXsuF4EDmnKKeZ70rPqTX2VMCKGq3MtExbTIy1EM/s320/IMG_0827.JPG" width="320" /></a>There are those friends who make you laugh, those friends who help you cry, those who hold your hair back, and those who can stand you snoring. Luckily I have Linds. <br />
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She can take on those challenges and she can tolerate traveling with me...because it is always an adventure! (That's the euphemism for disaster.) Plus it helps that we are equally obsessed with completing the 1,000 things to do before you die list!<br />
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This weekend adventure took us to Toronto for Memorial Day, but not before a quick little stop to Niagara Falls. Friday we snuck out of town and caught a flight to Buffalo, while the rest of the world headed south for some sun.<br />
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Like a machine we picked up our luggage and our rental, plugged in our hotel coordinates and we were off. Well, sort of…we reserved an economy, but since our flightmates all had the same idea, all they had left were land whales. So Chez copa and our Land Whale took off for the Canadian border – in search of free health care…I mean culture. After a few very personal questions from a hot Montee…we were cleared to cross. For the record…Linds is a lawyer and our trip is not for work.<br />
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I should have known right off the bat what kind of trip this was going to be…as we were parking our land whale in the Best Western (we keep it classy) guest parking lot for the night, sitting at the foot of our spot was a lion winking at linds from his cage. No joke. We got a picture of the trailer he was coming out of, but we both sat there laughing too long to get the actual cat on film. Your guess is as good as ours as to what he was doing there.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJHQlEedj_R_0iH-HgsdA0mdQ8GXCVEhLj88PI1CqzgjIyfrYl3xMNRAIIb2FjbmrO76dH9_qNoCzfLggVnzUik-2f3at1q7H6VQheFTRz9NtXl_Ux6AOooKX92jm6ey2Nes-iJE9hCX5J/s1600/IMG_0847.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJHQlEedj_R_0iH-HgsdA0mdQ8GXCVEhLj88PI1CqzgjIyfrYl3xMNRAIIb2FjbmrO76dH9_qNoCzfLggVnzUik-2f3at1q7H6VQheFTRz9NtXl_Ux6AOooKX92jm6ey2Nes-iJE9hCX5J/s320/IMG_0847.JPG" width="320" /></a>Like true Americans, we embraced all the cheesiness that Niagara had to offer… the country’s largest glow in the dark mini golf, Rainforest café, and of course….the Maiden of the Mist. Too bad we didn’t film that because it was a train wreck of awesome…linds spent the horseshoe falls tour inhaling her plastic poncho, and I couldn’t keep my hood on to save my life. <br />
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As a memento of our survival we stole our ponchos…and then bought an overpriced snowglobe. Damn. We showed them.<br />
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Then it was a pitstop at Starbucks and on the road for some Toronto action. On the way up we passed at least 15 vineyards. (seriously.) Fighting the urge to right angle it for a tasting, we pulled into the Le Meridien King Edward, Toronto. One word BOOOOGIE! This was one classy joint, and the two of us looked like drowned puppies checking in. <br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKMnFh3fC3rD_kFgJo9i3nO7dGpVKzg74VpCjNsBtjUK697DqbDIHaG9pkDCb7RhH8pexa76x3Nk6JQqmRZBn33gKhi5vcLtTjeNKX886nDITY3Mv8hd5Vd3WdvYXl0iLi0leFNlwb8Qa9/s1600/IMG_0893.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKMnFh3fC3rD_kFgJo9i3nO7dGpVKzg74VpCjNsBtjUK697DqbDIHaG9pkDCb7RhH8pexa76x3Nk6JQqmRZBn33gKhi5vcLtTjeNKX886nDITY3Mv8hd5Vd3WdvYXl0iLi0leFNlwb8Qa9/s320/IMG_0893.JPG" width="320" /></a>After the color returned to my face, and we showered off, it was time to hit the pavement. We had two more spots to hit on our list – the Art Gallery of Ontario and the flagship Four Seasons. It was also <a href="http://www.toronto.ca/doorsopen/">Open Doors Toronto</a> where they open 150 architectural, historic, cultural and/or social significance buildings to the public. So we had plenty of exploring to do. But on the way, we kept bumping into a filming crew. <br />
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Tucked inside an office building courtyard, this tapas restaurant is no joke. We were told to order 3-4 dishes each, but after splitting oysters, wine (Niagara Pinot Nior this time), asparagus, edamame bruschetta, <br />
eggplant with queso fresco, cauliflower with Spanish saffron, and a fresh tamal, there was no hope for us. We collapsed on the subway and waddled back to the hotel, too tired to crash the wedding that was happening in the ballroom down the hall. (But don’t think for a second, we didn’t consider it.)<br />
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Waking up on our second day, we headed down to the main dining room for some egg white omelets and coffee, and personal sized jar of honey slipped into my purse. <br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqk2g24UuLXk9LKMUCD_5qv_7AwtLziFQPnt_I-msaWembBHapcMIeZ6n-BMivK9nWtC2iMQgTh0U8MdSzFTxOSUu1XzJOTMCNI3BRavYz8Qm3m6K-5K0HKkSG8II03wF6-srMsYJldK7I/s1600/IMG_0899.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqk2g24UuLXk9LKMUCD_5qv_7AwtLziFQPnt_I-msaWembBHapcMIeZ6n-BMivK9nWtC2iMQgTh0U8MdSzFTxOSUu1XzJOTMCNI3BRavYz8Qm3m6K-5K0HKkSG8II03wF6-srMsYJldK7I/s200/IMG_0899.JPG" width="200" /></a>Then we started our walking tour again only this time headed south to the CN tower. But right outside our hotel, the camera crew had set up again. This time we needed answers. It turns out they were filming a movie set in New York called <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1480656/">Cosmopolis</a>. Sitting across from us that morning was Robert Pattinson and Paul Giamatti.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC_bES5AZT2WKVymZddfRwJByZjvLYpv6sAHAy5OTSX25mZYZVYrdBLYkM2f9J5HVUE6ZZBzcRgYtQ1c_SsOqc3yvU245KXyEx4AajxMprXsYkukqsynoxG9H8lDBeub7gmhc_AFPRULIJ/s1600/IMG_0934.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC_bES5AZT2WKVymZddfRwJByZjvLYpv6sAHAy5OTSX25mZYZVYrdBLYkM2f9J5HVUE6ZZBzcRgYtQ1c_SsOqc3yvU245KXyEx4AajxMprXsYkukqsynoxG9H8lDBeub7gmhc_AFPRULIJ/s320/IMG_0934.JPG" width="240" /></a>On the way we joined a march for awareness for something or other on one block, danced in a parade celebrating Israel’s independence on the next, cheered on bicycle racers around the corner, and coached some puppies being trained on another. I’ll say this…not a dull day in this city. We decided to take refuge in a little community park, but even that turned out to be a coordinated effort…the pigeons had choreographed quite a bathing routine for us.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoFo4brEUoTQorG35o4qAFwr185EcDWrucZNP4gELtpAVBjKA6LFFQDOgbBqrFiw0dq2_BDDE7S5TNhtEeltk5S3PArEtCZLhLXWXTt9OcKcHFEz1UaEkN9QtX_KnW_6bUek8K2diIRgtX/s1600/IMG_0883.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoFo4brEUoTQorG35o4qAFwr185EcDWrucZNP4gELtpAVBjKA6LFFQDOgbBqrFiw0dq2_BDDE7S5TNhtEeltk5S3PArEtCZLhLXWXTt9OcKcHFEz1UaEkN9QtX_KnW_6bUek8K2diIRgtX/s200/IMG_0883.JPG" width="200" /></a>I think all in all, Toronto is one of my new favorite cities. This was my first trip to Canada, but I couldn’t help thinking that if Chicago and London had a baby …it would be Toronto. The city had American high-rises literally wedged in with gothic cathedrals. The people were friendly in that Midwestern sort of way, but still with an urban sensibility. The streets were clean and there was so much going on, who wouldn’t get hooked. Linds and I sure did.Jen Richerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10930199886120117810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2201444922037401871.post-33535209826106186482011-05-10T21:18:00.003-05:002011-05-11T06:16:09.417-05:00A Few Of My New Favorites<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNqe7o_5ZR174VLDtEOVp7c6s98LPfXY1UUwLfQ8a-TpR5HLE6WYjqCBVRxyrDt7aXSOK8cg_HyDLb5i-B8jBz2FC6Vdxc4AY47IULDa_maym8zcGio46dNDzHV3oiXYIXb3wK8lo6fJ-s/s1600/7798595-glamour-chef.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNqe7o_5ZR174VLDtEOVp7c6s98LPfXY1UUwLfQ8a-TpR5HLE6WYjqCBVRxyrDt7aXSOK8cg_HyDLb5i-B8jBz2FC6Vdxc4AY47IULDa_maym8zcGio46dNDzHV3oiXYIXb3wK8lo6fJ-s/s1600/7798595-glamour-chef.jpg" /></a>Last month, the spring clean bug bit, and for a solid week poor Linds had to put up with me pulling everything, and I mean EVERYTHING out of the closets so resort, reorganize, and PURGE. Our apartment looked like the centerfold for Real Simple magazine. But after I tossed, ebay-ed or donated all the crap, I realized I made space for new treasures! Here are some of my new favorites that have filled the void. Luckily for both of us - they wont be going away anytime soon.<br />
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The first thing to go was the old make-up. As bad as Mom wanted it to, blue eyeshadow is not making a comeback. But I did make room for some <span style="font-family: Calibri,Verdana,Helvetica,Arial;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;"><b>Dior Eye Shadow Palette</b> <span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">in Rosy Nude. It's a splurge I know, but really it's like getting 3 separate pallettes in one. With five different shades I can do natural to smokey to daywear with one set. Not to mention this guy looks small but even using it everyday - it will last me all summer. </span></span></span></span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpedAucH2MrS6HY7ZKFtJODJtr45O6B8w1mszpjFjFsIzJg6K9Ua-YSkTv-oZgcjTUdna568OAUkiqgYhLQGhc2kK6uTZUuhXVDwZz0rvuQvNU-s9jn4hNs15jsGLdqXZ8ImdMlvIwXKr_/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpedAucH2MrS6HY7ZKFtJODJtr45O6B8w1mszpjFjFsIzJg6K9Ua-YSkTv-oZgcjTUdna568OAUkiqgYhLQGhc2kK6uTZUuhXVDwZz0rvuQvNU-s9jn4hNs15jsGLdqXZ8ImdMlvIwXKr_/s200/images.jpg" width="158" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Calibri,Verdana,Helvetica,Arial;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">My last little reward was a new cookbook. I pitched four, so I figured I deserved one. But I'm prejudiced - the recipes have to be easy, the ingredients have to be few and inexpensive, and the result has to look AND taste impressive. Enter <i>100 Recipes Every Woman Should Know. </i>The only beef I had with it was that the title limits it to women - these turned out so good - I wish men would sneak a peek too. I was so impressed with the date night favorites like <b><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Engagement chicken</span></span></b><i> </i>as well as the easy I-don't-feel-like-cooking-for-this-dinner-party recipes like </span></span></span></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span class="vitstorybody"><span class="vitstorybody"><b>Impress His Family Chardonnay Cake. </b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Done and Done. </span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri,Verdana,Helvetica,Arial;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span>Jen Richerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10930199886120117810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2201444922037401871.post-17062512176451467272011-04-19T23:25:00.000-05:002011-04-19T23:25:00.527-05:00Elmore Leonard, Still Delighting Readers – and Interviewers<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvPdM8lO3Pk9DATA4ZbbW2OidYy24Gxs5ssDvMJjdL67vANgtwq95C8w6vtblmyPYOASx81PRuW1RZTXdb29ZKhGyTqP2DIvlYrUDQAgJaOLGcDdRc-Wd9sWYfYPBol0-oPKVpw1mxvj2T/s1600/Jen+on+EyeonBooks.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="243" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvPdM8lO3Pk9DATA4ZbbW2OidYy24Gxs5ssDvMJjdL67vANgtwq95C8w6vtblmyPYOASx81PRuW1RZTXdb29ZKhGyTqP2DIvlYrUDQAgJaOLGcDdRc-Wd9sWYfYPBol0-oPKVpw1mxvj2T/s400/Jen+on+EyeonBooks.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>My good friend and 630 WMAL's morning anchor, Bill Thompson, has been interviewing authors in his spare time for over twenty six years. Teaching himself how to code websites, along the way he created EYEONBOOKS, a resource dedicated to housing this vast pool of these one-on-ones.<br />
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Well for the first time ever, he let me take the reins and posted an interview I did with Elmore Leonard. So making me EYEONBOOKS debut: <br />
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June 6, 2011 Air Force One<br />
June 13, 2011 Four Weddings and a Funeral<br />
June 20, 2011 The Sixth Sense<br />
June 27, 2011 District 9<br />
July 11, 2011 10 Things I Hate About You<br />
July 18, 2011 Oceans 11<br />
July 25, 2011 Apollo 13<br />
August 1, 2011 16 Candles<br />
August 8, 2011 The 40-Year-Old Virgin<br />
August 15, 2011 50 First Dates<br />
August 22, 2011 (500) Days of Summer<br />
August 29, 2011 2001: A Space OdysseyJen Richerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10930199886120117810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2201444922037401871.post-3085716807177668382011-04-05T10:48:00.000-05:002011-04-05T10:48:35.800-05:00For All Us Crystal City Peeps - Spread The Word<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="line-height: 12.75pt;"><a href="http://www.kenivey.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/tv.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://www.kenivey.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/tv.jpg" width="320" /></a><i><b><span style="color: #6f7175; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 9pt;">Looking to ditch that old tv or last decades' lap top? I know we've got a tv that will be headed towards the great bulb in the sky.</span></b></i></div><blockquote><blockquote>Crystal City (Arlington, VA) – Old electronics can be diverted from landfills and sensitive paperwork kept out of the hands of identity thieves when brought to the Crystal City Business Improvement District’s (BID) Power Purge & Shred on Wednesday, April 27th from 7 AM to 7 PM. The annual event has safely recycled almost 90 tons of electronics over the course of the past three years including monitors, printers, CPUs, servers, cables, batteries, and more. Added for the first time last year, the Shred securely recycled more than four tons of paper.<br />
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The event is conveniently located in the surface parking lot located at the intersection of 20th Street and S. Bell Street, directly adjacent to 220 Twentieth Street. Owned by Vornado/Charles E. Smith, use of the parking lot is donated to the Crystal City BID to help promote this key green initiative. For more information on Crystal Green and other Crystal City events, visit <a href="http://cts.vresp.com/c/?CrystalCityBID/d8e7bb17a9/3ed58f69a2/d61a27e4a5">www.crystalcity.org</a>.<br />
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</tbody></table>One of the perks of working in news is getting to work before most are even out of bed. But these elves beat us all to the office to play a little April Fools mischief. Luckily they did the dirty work because I don't have the guts to do any of this....<br />
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Need a few more ideas? Here are a few to make you giggle from the WASHINGTON POST: <br />
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Geektastic April Fools’ Day pranks By Hayley Tsukayama</i> </b><br />
April Fools’ Day is all about harmless fun, so if you have access to a victim ... er ... friend’s computer, here are some light-hearted prank ideas with a techy twist that we’ve found floating around the Internet:<br />
1. Push some buttons: It’s pretty easy to switch the primary and secondary buttons on a friend’s mouse. Head into Windows’ System Preferences mouse control pad and — bam! — one-click prank accomplished. Just be sure to tell your victim how to switch it back before he or she goes insane. <br />
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2. Feeling blue: The Blue Screen of Death is one of the most-feared sites in all of techdom. Strike some good-natured fear into the hearts of those you love with the BSoD screensaver. Microsoft is willing to help you out on this one; you can download the screensaver from the Microsoft site.<br />
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3. Screenshot wallpaper: Set someone’s wallpaper to a screenshot of their normal desktop and then use the “Arrange Icons By” menu to hide all the desktop icons. After that, just sit back and enjoy the frantic clicking.<br />
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4. Tricky linguistics: Google offers several interface languages to make search easy for everyone — including Klingons, Elmer Fudd and the Swedish Chef Muppet. Head up to the search settings menu on any Google search. Other options include 1337 and Esperanto.<br />
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5. Too many mice: If your victim uses a wireless mouse, switch out his receiver and watch him like a hawk. When he’s moving his mouse, send the one on-screen in an entirely different direction. Those particularly good at stifling their giggles can probably keep the prank going for quite a while.<br />
These are all pretty low-tech pranks that require almost no technological prowess.Jen Richerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10930199886120117810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2201444922037401871.post-51728284247727523262011-03-30T12:21:00.000-05:002011-03-30T12:21:37.416-05:00For The Late Ones In The Peanut GalleryYou all may have seen this yesterday, but for those of us behind the viral curve I'm throwing it out there again. Make sure you have the cc selected when you watch this, it's hilarious. <object height="390" width="640"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CTOPXoDjhng?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CTOPXoDjhng?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="390"></embed></object>Jen Richerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10930199886120117810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2201444922037401871.post-23598565063233014022011-03-30T09:24:00.000-05:002011-03-30T09:24:33.620-05:00Wednesday Brain Tease<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMEc9YYkAzWI8pfHzObWTEAg2U2zdv4Hep9nXf8JM-wi6pA1vl1wS9WJNqE4AWa2MYmdEMjhSez8u_DX3zNXGIkxbpLalN081HdbdpO2xvZjvz84KjJ4FizjYGp_WqsLqkn19BfOi2KW8E/s1600/IMG_0768.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMEc9YYkAzWI8pfHzObWTEAg2U2zdv4Hep9nXf8JM-wi6pA1vl1wS9WJNqE4AWa2MYmdEMjhSez8u_DX3zNXGIkxbpLalN081HdbdpO2xvZjvz84KjJ4FizjYGp_WqsLqkn19BfOi2KW8E/s320/IMG_0768.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>Look at these signs very carefully. Now if it is 7pm on Sunday evening....which side of the post can you park on?<br />
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Look at Sign #2. Linds and I nearly left the car to the right of this post, but luckily a good Samaritan tapped on the window and pointed it out to us. He nearly did the same thing, and sure enough, the cars behind us all had tickets. We payed it forward just in time to warn a fellow parker before he made the same mistake.Jen Richerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10930199886120117810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2201444922037401871.post-45917003118624485122011-03-23T22:58:00.000-05:002011-03-23T22:58:00.532-05:00Classy Is As Classy Does<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXmoooNjG2QmO0qDj8IXbSGtwVUl1B_k71URrvIE6lkanmiu1Rz6W8tOn076SFL2XoEsaW9w9R844f8qOm3ukHqAv3VhGKQy5hwdNNHZ8b-BzbMhtGSyxLifNS4CrswVCcxoYvyE3WyTGj/s1600/199480_823360212424_5300009_43872659_435193_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXmoooNjG2QmO0qDj8IXbSGtwVUl1B_k71URrvIE6lkanmiu1Rz6W8tOn076SFL2XoEsaW9w9R844f8qOm3ukHqAv3VhGKQy5hwdNNHZ8b-BzbMhtGSyxLifNS4CrswVCcxoYvyE3WyTGj/s320/199480_823360212424_5300009_43872659_435193_n.jpg" width="238" /></a></div>Mixing the New York and DC crew can be a challenge, especially if you're lazy like me and strong arm the New York crew into regular visits in exchange for 2-buck-chuck (there may have been a coupon involved as well.), but after some intense negotiation the NYC ...ok just Adam...managed to talk us into meeting him halfway. Literally. Atlantic City.<br />
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It's the perfect overpriced getaway to enjoy all the fruits of life...the beach (with a hazmat suit), gambling (only when lubricated with plenty of free booze), and shopping (of the pretend discounted aka "outlet"). So of course I mobilized the team for a little weekend getaway! <br />
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Being the stellar cruise director, I immediately delegated the heavy lifting to Adam - booking the hotel room. Which, like a good bureaucrat, sat on for three weeks, before sending it right back. Then proceeded to keep his travel plans nice and loose, as I assured him that if we left DC at 11, we would promptly arrive at 1pm - just in time for lunch. Only on a good day, yes even with an easy pass, takes the average lead foot 3 hours. <br />
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Fear not, Adam booked the later bus. Relieved we stopped for breakfast. Now there is no road trip to long or short for a little Cracker Jack (Barrel) stop. In an attempt to exit though somehow we missed the turn. Luckily for us Stephanie saved the day with a little introduction to the Waffle House! HOLY HASHBROWN - where has this dive chain been all my life! Roach coach doesn't begin to describe the level of awesome happening under this roof. On Steph's endorsement, we had, yes, waffles, and customized hash browns - chopped, covered, and smothered. Then it was back on the road.<br />
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Then we glammed up for dinner at Buddakan in Ceasers. After all the overwhelming decadence of the day, I was surprised by how genuinely fabulous this restaurant was. From the Saki and cleverly named cocktails to the over-the-moon edemame ravioli, wasabi mashed potatoes and perfectly cooked scallops. They offer a tasting menu at $60 per head, but we opted to go family style and order a la carte. Well worth it. <br />
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After sleeping off my poor life choices (and a bottle of pinot) we detoxed at 6ix in Bally's. Not the greatest turkey burger, but the back waiter made up for it with a repertoire of jokes you'd find inside bubble gum, spiced with expletives for good measure. While we had a few hours to burn we thought we do a little outlet shopping, not to be confused with discount shopping. <br />
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Steph got some baller high tops, circa 1987, and I fell in love with a pair of tennis shoes shaped like penny loafers. CLASSY. We thought we'd finish the tour with a little trip through Coach., which should have been like a spa for spending therapy, but it was more like a blue special at k-mart on Christmas Eve. Every second person with mammary glands in the greater Trashville area turned up to slip a monogrammed wristlet home to their hive. We barely made it out alive (and I got a clutch thank you very much!). <br />
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To complete the glam trifecta, on our drive home, I awoke to a motorcyclist outside my window waving. Then his pleasant waving turned to a pat on his seat inviting a little ride along. When our car full of chicks giggled like kindergartners, he popped a wheelie...at 80 miles per hour. Then the Suburban behind us, pulled ahead to sweeten the offering with donut holes. Ah armatures. Too obvious.Jen Richerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10930199886120117810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2201444922037401871.post-22110172687364729942011-03-23T10:58:00.000-05:002011-03-23T10:58:31.485-05:00Janet ...Miss Jackson If You're Nasty<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-u4TbxbeBPQkJidcPQfVSdd6SYqTbZ7vZtPzqnFTLXO5HPPNurde4a_1GYyboZCDOZz757LG25ywHsuF1Nv3lH6xa8uel_k1F8ZE9sOA8J_3JPItvjHLMPe04BoeaJKeZ3Ux-iWm5W1da/s1600/IMG_0775.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-u4TbxbeBPQkJidcPQfVSdd6SYqTbZ7vZtPzqnFTLXO5HPPNurde4a_1GYyboZCDOZz757LG25ywHsuF1Nv3lH6xa8uel_k1F8ZE9sOA8J_3JPItvjHLMPe04BoeaJKeZ3Ux-iWm5W1da/s320/IMG_0775.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Miss Jackson hit DC last night on her <i>Number Ones</i> Tour and rocked DAR Hall last night. Thanks to a last minute ticket swoop by Stephanie, as of 3pm I had it locked into my calender.<br />
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Having the concert in a smaller venue like DAR Constitution Hall put us close enough to see her dripping sweat off her silver plastic suit. (She was quite zipped in) But her Louboutin boots had nothing on Steph's neon high tops she picked up in Atlantic city, or my super stylish Havaianas and yoga pants.<br />
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The 45-year-old Jackson rocked it like she was 19 again and the house followed suit. I thought I was a fan, having the lyrics memorized from the womb, but the guys one row ahead of us, had every song choreographed, compete with turns and fist pumps, damn near knocking their neighbors off the terrace. Both the show, and the subsequent fan-induced sideshows were a perfect end to a long day.<br />
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The story is as snarky as the costumes are breathtaking. Written by Oscar Wilde 100 years ago, the satire's cynicism still bites today, and what a better spot for a political satire than DC . The story circles around a prominent London politician, known for his upstanding morals, matched only by his wife. But his success is overshadowed by his dark secret that created to his wealth. (Sound familiar?) He must choose between letting his wife down, or lose public face and power.<br />
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Yes, it was that good. Go see it <b>now through April 16th. </b>Jen Richerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10930199886120117810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2201444922037401871.post-40593398021299519242011-03-16T08:36:00.000-05:002011-03-16T08:36:16.954-05:00Wouldn't Mind Having These Guys<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Is is just me, or is Gold making a comeback? I'm not a huge jewelry-for-jewelry's sake kind of gal, I love my staples ie: watch, stud earrings, and ring, but this year I was more interested in the glam pieces than dresses when watching the Oscar's. Shocking I know. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Then I came across these little beauties while doing some internet er...research (shopping) Wouldn't mind having these in the new jewelry armoire. (<span style="color: #323232;"><span style="font-family: Lucida Grande;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Rose Gold Diamond Earrings by Simon G)</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizDHHxXlLx7FAq70nllRewU3QqUHkZhe8ke1sKyZRcDnt28lKKMjAdHVd8URKbImHvEsMfxSY9OH0dIJEtpZxvHAmvQxFq-RLUOYEVXjK50ke2aw3ZWY4ABKY3b76fj3BCmGjJcHt3XAer/s1600/earings.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizDHHxXlLx7FAq70nllRewU3QqUHkZhe8ke1sKyZRcDnt28lKKMjAdHVd8URKbImHvEsMfxSY9OH0dIJEtpZxvHAmvQxFq-RLUOYEVXjK50ke2aw3ZWY4ABKY3b76fj3BCmGjJcHt3XAer/s320/earings.jpg" width="228" /></a></div>Jen Richerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10930199886120117810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2201444922037401871.post-40135403505098886542011-01-07T11:44:00.000-05:002011-01-07T11:44:00.331-05:00Friday Warm and FuzzyOne of my awesome newsroom buddies went to school with<a href="http://www.davidmichaelfrankmusic.com/video.html"> this guy</a>. She sent me the link for his <i>Granade </i>cover - which I think is far better than the original (Bruno Mars). But after spending a few minutes on the site - I found the rest of this guy's stuff- and he's flipping awesome. So today I'm posting a few extras! Enjoy!<br />
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<object width="640" height="390"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_K8bF5wI6Ng&rel=0&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&version=3"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_K8bF5wI6Ng&rel=0&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="640" height="390"></embed></object>Jen Richerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10930199886120117810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2201444922037401871.post-31112980069996193432011-01-06T14:03:00.001-05:002011-01-06T14:03:00.531-05:00Home Sweet Homestead<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrNUuPk-NV3mSngd37-mUhC9mMnl-pV7_ErzIFQOb9WnaCtUK4KiSy8C5QrU44FCb3XO-foJxV9gAbo5pXLrf7dVtGXTGECQgRyVX402XGhSLsifxWEJnZVSFmSzH2vNrC5hwqRlRxxlex/s1600/150512_10150111749172774_573552773_7320977_6410341_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrNUuPk-NV3mSngd37-mUhC9mMnl-pV7_ErzIFQOb9WnaCtUK4KiSy8C5QrU44FCb3XO-foJxV9gAbo5pXLrf7dVtGXTGECQgRyVX402XGhSLsifxWEJnZVSFmSzH2vNrC5hwqRlRxxlex/s320/150512_10150111749172774_573552773_7320977_6410341_n.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>After a year like this one, the last thing on my to-do list was live it up in town for the big-27. In fact, I have been on quite the cool it down kick. And after logging over 66,000 jet miles, the thought of hopping on another flight was about as attractive as poking myself in the eye with a ruler.<br />
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So when Linds and I kicked around ideas for the birthday weekend, we broke out the big book. (<a href="http://www.1000beforeyoudie.com/">1,000 Places To See Before You Die</a>) and sure enough it didn't disappoint.<br />
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Just 4 hours west from Arlington sits The Homestead; one time playground for presidents, now family friendly retreat.<br />
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Talk about spontaneous – with a week, we were packing up and heading for the <a href="http://www.google.com/url?sa=t&source=web&cd=1&ved=0CCQQFjAA&url=http%3A%2F%2Fen.wikipedia.org%2Fwiki%2FAllegheny_Mountains&rct=j&q=allegheny%20mountains&ei=BMEkTYfmLYWglAeywJ3vAQ&usg=AFQjCNETfUARDQ3zfaz-4vABG0w4ngDpBg&cad=rja">Allegheny Mountains</a>. Just minutes after dropping our bags (and putting our wine outside to chill - al fresco style in the 20 degree weather), we were off to tour the campus. It took us an hour just to hit the highlights; there is just so much history (and lounging equipment).<br />
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I have to say, it was one of the best massages ever - I was sore the next day..but in a good way. There was nothing frilly about it, no special potions or smelly shiny things- just lotion and a solid, strong, deep rub down, followed by some reading, tea-ing, and jibber-jab time in the<i> Serenity Room</i>. (Apparently we were the only ones who thought serenity equals chit-chat because within 10 minutes, we were the only ones left.) Also good to know - they serve Harney and Sons so of course we helped ourselves to a few extra tea bags for later (but fyi if you’re trying to be discreet - only 4 fit in each pocket of the robes). BONUS!<br />
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Once thoroughly numbed we switched back into our adventure gear (yoga pants and all stars). We had booked ourselves for a little hayride with all the kiddie pops to see the Christmas lights. Our tractor carriage was certainly more entertaining for us then the sippy cup crowd as 90% of the ooing and awing came from Team Chez Copa. The kids were more focused on the cheerio distribution system on board.<br />
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But shivering five minutes later, we wondered what grade of crack we were smoking when we signed up for this cry-wagon - and then the tractor hauling my heavy-ass screeched to a stop. Seriously?<br />
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Clearly we didn't get the memo! We weren't broken...we were all getting gooey marshmallows! You would have thought we just won Oprah's favorite things! It was the best birthday surprise EVER – even for Linds!<br />
Also part of our package was a fancy shmancy dinner and waiting back in the room (well technically outside the room) we had our bottle of wine we smuggled in. Not one to waste - we cracked that sucker open while we dressed up.<br />
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Two glasses deep we checked in for dinner. The very American pre-fix dinner was delicious salmon, crab soup, and apple pie, but tack on another Pinot Gris and I couldn't fight the red-faced giggles followed by the sneaky-sleepies. By 11 I had arrived to ZZZ-ville Population-1.<br />
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The last thing on our agenda was the Jefferson Pools before heading home. The resort offers a free bus ride to the historic baths, but we figured it was five miles up the road so we might as well check out and make the trip ourselves.<br />
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Once we hit the five mile mark with no mineral springs in sight, we figured we missed something. Pulling over and ducking into the Pit Stop, a delightful and helpful shop-owner gave me what I assumed to be directions, which I can imagine it was supremely difficult to manage with so few teeth. After a few minutes of gumming, I mustered my best doe-eyed beauty pageant smile, and started to back out slowly. Luckily his daughter popped out and translated for me.<br />
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What we saw was a rapidly deteriorating shack. But under the shack are the hot-spring pools and for $17 bucks you can strip down to your skivvies in 20 degree weather and jump into the 100 degree sulfur reeking natural springs for an hour.<br />
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The getting in is fine - the water is actually very nice (although the healing properties are debatable) it's the getting out that becomes the issue. It's like polar bear swimming in reverse. But if it's good enough for 200 year old presidents (Jefferson) who are we to be denied the opportunity? You'd think after 27 years of surviving ...I'd learn a few things...<br />
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Once we finally restored our core temperatures to habitable - it was back on the road...and reality.Jen Richerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10930199886120117810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2201444922037401871.post-29017242109996771342011-01-06T13:00:00.000-05:002011-01-13T10:08:54.513-05:00Top This: National Tree Lighting<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1EIeMw8ybzQ4WQcwB2_3d0GJXYqajxtJ2S6kag-SUAYr7RlMQ56IincktrKaZq7S961uJhaB9osvN_wYGq-VW4FoQVnq5RPZYas7ezGfoNqLM7-lyPrDnN8o8lC2WamLPk7qCWyiczTLK/s1600/2010-national-christmas-tree-lighting16.jpg+w%253D450.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1EIeMw8ybzQ4WQcwB2_3d0GJXYqajxtJ2S6kag-SUAYr7RlMQ56IincktrKaZq7S961uJhaB9osvN_wYGq-VW4FoQVnq5RPZYas7ezGfoNqLM7-lyPrDnN8o8lC2WamLPk7qCWyiczTLK/s320/2010-national-christmas-tree-lighting16.jpg+w%253D450.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
It's nearly impossible to turn down a good freebie - in this case it was a free star-studded concert to ring in the holiday cheer. Oh and lets not forget, the First Family dropped in to light the National Christmas tree too. <br />
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This event is such a blast, when I was in college, we’d get a group of like-minded yahoos together and camp out every November for tickets. But that was when the Starbucks was in my building, and the White House was just a few blocks further down. <br />
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This year though, the Park Service asked if we wanted to cover it for the station, and a colleague of mine was a newbie to the whole extravaganza. It’s one of those things every Washingtonian should do at least once, so the two of us decided to go for it. <br />
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But sitting outside on a frigid press riser (still the best seats in the house), I remembered quickly why I hadn’t been in so long…who wants to sit outside in the cold when CBS has the whole thing on prime time Teevee – HD if you’re fancy. This year I had been lured by <b>Maroon 5</b>, <b>Sarah Barellis</b>, little baby <b>Jackie Evancho</b>, <b>Ingrid Michaelson</b>, and of the great <b>BB King</b>. And if the King can do it without handwarmers, damn-it so can we. <br />
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Hosted by <b>Common</b>, the hip-hop star narrated...er...freestyled through the program, while my colleague Amanda and I sat in the 20 degree wind. While <b>WTOP's Man About Town, Bob Madigan</b> reported from his ipad, <b>Miss America</b> (aka Miss Va.)<b> Caressa Cameron</b> tried her best to warm up the crowd, and the two of us shivered and snapped photos for the website, attempting to look like we were working. <br />
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I also noticed a big difference from the Bush years - The Obama family actually sat with the crowd, as opposed to sitting behind the bullet proof glass. Not sure what to make of that that - is he any more safe than his predecessor - or if it was just a gutsy PR move.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi___lz49WlQH-fmxEQgEMcGkuIWZp3WmQAybj_aNSQXMfYNbP5DXiOy9jgjnEauoUfi8hmHB9WKot4saXz0F-qvgkOtyrNEixt5P01uG47LQZoyQuj_6No-tukJorbIEairybgJHEzCEBD/s1600/The-National-Christmas-Tree-Lighting-in-Wasghinton.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="226" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi___lz49WlQH-fmxEQgEMcGkuIWZp3WmQAybj_aNSQXMfYNbP5DXiOy9jgjnEauoUfi8hmHB9WKot4saXz0F-qvgkOtyrNEixt5P01uG47LQZoyQuj_6No-tukJorbIEairybgJHEzCEBD/s320/The-National-Christmas-Tree-Lighting-in-Wasghinton.jpg" width="320" /></a>But for all my bitching – it was totally worth it…and I did tuck away a few reminders for next year… (clearly I didn’t think to do this after Inauguration 2009 coverage) must remember - handwarmers, blankets, thermals, flask).<br />
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When we stood up after the show to start interviewing the crowd - I couldn't feel my legs - I knew they hurt - but I couldn't feel them. Is that what frostbite feels like? The King must have had a flask.Jen Richerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10930199886120117810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2201444922037401871.post-7614590266046393512010-11-11T20:01:00.001-05:002010-11-16T09:27:07.254-05:00I Should Have Posted This Ages Ago<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">TROUBLE</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Last June, Momma McG invited Team Awesome up to Chez McG to celebrate the nuptials between her and her wholeheartedly endorsed beau Charley.<br />
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The ceremony was as beautiful as much as it was a blast, and short of a little incident requiring professional removal of a ring (ours not hers) and a the border line panic attack proceeding the removal, everything ran smoothly. (Megs: I knew you were worried Yen because you went silent.)<br />
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And yes those are candy necklaces we wore at the ceremony. Don't judge - not everyone can handle the awesome. <br />
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<iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/16860385" width="400" height="300" frameborder="0"></iframe><p><a href="http://vimeo.com/16860385">Momma McG's Wedding</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/user5233041">Jen Richer</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com">Vimeo</a>.</p>Jen Richerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10930199886120117810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2201444922037401871.post-54695907742544917922010-11-09T18:23:00.000-05:002010-11-09T18:23:00.548-05:00300 Sigma Kappas Makes Thanksgiving Look Like A Piece Of Pie<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">BZ, Zeta, Baltimore, NOVA and DC Sigma Kappas</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Some ladies need to find a good excuse to hang out with their sorority after graduation. I don't have that problem, but if ever there was an opportunity, Founders Day is it. Every year they drilled into us how critical this celebration was every November, and here I am four years out of school and schvitzing if we haven't locked in the program by July. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Alumnae In Attendance</td></tr>
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This year was worth every bead of sweat. The collegians at GWU and University of Maryland put together a beautiful program for over 300 Sigma Kappas. We had <b>Kate Michael </b>(Epsilon Epsilon) and <b>Ann O'Connell</b> speak about life after college and motivating the troops to stay involved.<br />
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But the real gold is just like any family reunion, you grown about going, but are so glad you did. There are so many stories to catch up on every year, and new tales to tell - like how I am the only person IN THE WORLD who can mess up a bread maker; or Deanna filling us in on the benefits of a Cuisinart to THE NINJA. <br />
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<div class="MsoNormal">Not going to lie - I see big nerd names that make my brain bleed and I jump at the chance to see them in action. Last month the Creative Coalition hosted a panel discussion on the future of the creative industry, which currently makes up 8.5% of the workforce. That includes any profession from acting to journalism, to the guy that drives the set golf cart - so my ears perked up.<br />
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It was a pretty impressive panel with big names like, <a href="http://www.americanprogress.org/events/2010/09/inf/BarclayParis.html"><b>Paris Barclay</b></a>, First Vice President, Directors Guild of America and Emmy-Award winning Movie and Television Director and Producer, <a href="http://www.americanprogress.org/events/2008/12/inf/FriedmanThomas.html"><b>Thomas L. Friedman</b></a>, Foreign Affairs Columnist, <i>The New York Times, </i><a href="http://www.americanprogress.org/events/2010/09/inf/IveyBill.html"><b>Bill Ivey</b></a>, Director of the Curb Center for Art, Enterprise, and Public Policy at Vanderbilt University; former chairman of the NEA, and author of <i>Arts, Inc.</i><br />
<a href="http://www.americanprogress.org/events/2010/09/inf/SiwekStephen.html"><b>Stephen E. Siwek</b></a>, Principal, Economists Incorporated and author of <i>Video Games in the 21st Century: Economic Contributions of the U.S. Entertainment Software, </i>and moderated by: <a href="http://www.americanprogress.org/events/2010/09/inf/WoodruffJudy.html"><b>Judy Woodruff</b></a>, Anchor, The NewsHour on PBS<br />
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The question they were looking to answer is where is the industry heading, what jobs are at risk, and what can be done.</div>Jen Richerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10930199886120117810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2201444922037401871.post-61502282917563352682010-10-13T08:37:00.000-05:002010-10-13T08:37:37.942-05:00SUBJECT TO MOOD SWINGS<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkAULZmBdETb-oQYsKDWuxbEl_q91ODCdgIaJ_S7U2r1kKjz_MGoec6tyiBTXyiZ-XFTkI1W-z5FFUv8Lt42Ui24f4b5FHrqV3bjioZc_mJs2K2nMl1XuXjAfVw3WWBxpShyNTiOg_cWd9/s1600/mood-swings.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkAULZmBdETb-oQYsKDWuxbEl_q91ODCdgIaJ_S7U2r1kKjz_MGoec6tyiBTXyiZ-XFTkI1W-z5FFUv8Lt42Ui24f4b5FHrqV3bjioZc_mJs2K2nMl1XuXjAfVw3WWBxpShyNTiOg_cWd9/s320/mood-swings.jpg" width="213" /></a>In my attempt to break my <a href="http://pandora.com/">Pandora.com</a> addiction, my enablers are sending me alternatives.<br />
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For you other junkies - try this on.<br />
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It's called stereo mood and just like the name sounds - rather than channels arranged around your favorite artist or song, they've created channels for over 80 moods. <a href="http://www.stereomood.com/">Check it out. </a>Jen Richerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10930199886120117810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2201444922037401871.post-26903309110985731582010-09-03T09:19:00.000-05:002010-09-03T09:19:04.130-05:00Hurricane Earl<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>This is why I come to work, so I can make this happen!</b></span></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><object height="385" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xVNii0LkEGo?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xVNii0LkEGo?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object> </div>Jen Richerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10930199886120117810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2201444922037401871.post-20620172839165539052010-08-25T10:46:00.000-05:002010-08-25T10:46:18.796-05:00WARNING: SOOO NOT APPROPRIATE FOR WORKWARNING: SOOO NOT APPROPRIATE FOR WORK<br />
But worth watching nonetheless...you're welcome! <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Padres Fans: Drew, Jen, Jon</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</tbody></table>I can remember when Switchfoot was a local San Diegan band (and Christian for that matter) Then they hit it big with <i>Dare You To Move</i> and off into the land chart toppers. <br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsizni-0lcOIBUPY0MMgYG_XkrL63M8_CGeJeQfSvs_-eXxzRi9sbXVD3_P_BuCOx4fDXnU8V7t3We8lMn32rIokUnJtu9ye7d6GFX1F4hbdX_X3YKEieIh6kHSOjNm8jnkQB9bYlgQ5x5/s1600/IMG_0009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsizni-0lcOIBUPY0MMgYG_XkrL63M8_CGeJeQfSvs_-eXxzRi9sbXVD3_P_BuCOx4fDXnU8V7t3We8lMn32rIokUnJtu9ye7d6GFX1F4hbdX_X3YKEieIh6kHSOjNm8jnkQB9bYlgQ5x5/s320/IMG_0009.jpg" width="320" /></a><br />
Yesterday they came in for a little station appearance and I gotta say - these guys are as down to earth as can be! They walked into the room of staffers and introduced themselves to the 10 or so of us there - as if we didn't know who they were. That was refreshing.<br />
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In a little Q & A session we had a little baseball sound off between the Yankee and Boston fans, and without skipping a beat Jon and Drew asked if there were any Padres fans in the room! Finally I was in the majority! <br />
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Among some of the other little trivia bits that came out in the session - Drew was telling us about his little obsession with guitars. For every stop on their tour map he checks the craigslist for new ones. Can you imagine responding to an ad and finding out who's on the other end of that? Chuh!<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object height="344" style="clear: left; float: left;" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZblmmitIBDE&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZblmmitIBDE&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></div>I know it's like this everywhere, but So Cal kids are a club of our own - not that we're exclusive, but we're defiantly the odd kids on the East Coast. Granted I've been here for 8 years, so I've embraced the awkward but it was nice to see that these guys still have their 619 area code sheen. Despite their success - they still reek of home, and, in my head at least, it seemed like they were just the guys I grew up with. Oh, not like I'm an expert or authority on anything (other than my self-indulgent bubble of 'momma-like') but did I mention how talented they were! Here's a couple clips of the performance.<br />
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***Two corrections from a fellow fan (and good friend, thanks for keeping me honest!)<br />
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<div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">1) They’re still Christians, they just don’t beat people up with it. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">2) Drew is the Craigslist guitar hunter.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>Jen Richerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10930199886120117810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2201444922037401871.post-62039945273764481982010-07-30T10:05:00.000-05:002010-07-30T10:05:03.720-05:00Intern Spotted: Lady Gaga Parody<object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cd1KiR_1Kx0&hl=en_US&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cd1KiR_1Kx0&hl=en_US&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>Jen Richerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10930199886120117810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2201444922037401871.post-13733018918993069952010-07-28T08:27:00.000-05:002010-07-28T08:27:37.868-05:00Yikes!<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Another future Mr. Jen Richer....care of co-worker Mark. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Thanks Mark - I'll get right on it!</span></div><br />
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