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Stacey thanks her BFF for being a barrel of laughs (and a spin-off blog!)

Monday, November 8th, 2010

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I think I was spoiled at a young age by being best friends with Julie. She’s hilarious.  She’s been in many of my posts — I thank her for things like joining me on a quest to stalk all the hot boys in Erie, PA with a platter of insanely decorated Christmas cookies and entertaining the troops with her filthy jokes overseas. However, she makes cameos in tons of my notes — because it seems like every crazy plan I’ve ever had (like sealing the pores of my armpits shut or curing my wrinkles by consuming massive amounts of flax oil), she’s been in on.

As a child, I don’t even think Julie meant to be funny, but in doing things like wearing gigantic Sally Jesse Raphael red glasses that she was constantly getting bubble gum stuck all over and telling the director of our sailing camp to “go f*ck” himself — she’s always been one of the most hilarious people I know.

In fact, since having her as my best friend, I literally can’t stomach being friends with people who are not funny. If a person doesn’t have a sense of humor, then, um, well, it’s almost like I categorize them with social misfits and serial killers. The chances of me pursuing a friendship with an individual who can’t make me laugh is akin to me attempting to wax my bikini line with just a pair of tweezers: never in a million years. (Again, another reason why I’m so grateful to have met such friendly and FUNNY people here in Delaware! Like the girl who recently left Depends on my door!!)

Anywho. I’m pleased to announce Julie is starting a spin-off blog to Naked Thanks, called Naked Fan Mail. Like Karin and I have done for the past year, Julie will be “baring her soul” but she’ll be doing it through good natured celebrity fanaticism rather than thank you notes (so very fitting for her status as a LA-resident). Plus, as a stand-up comedian, I’m sure she’ll keep us all in stitches with her witty observations on Hollywood and pop culture.

Happy to pass the naked baton to you, Jul!!!  Readers: stay tuned for the link on Wednesday!

Happy to pass the naked baton to you, Jul!!! Readers: stay tuned for the link on Wednesday!

Julie's been my best friend for as long as I can remember. In fact, we bonded as young children over the fact both our mothers cut our hair with butter knives and dressed us like boys.

Julie's been my best friend for as long as I can remember. We bonded as young children over the fact that both our mothers cut our hair with butter knives and dressed us like boys. I'm honored she's doing a spin-off to Naked Thanks!

Stacey thanks the world’s best vinegar health pioneers

Tuesday, October 19th, 2010

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If you don’t have it already, go directly to your closest store and buy some Bragg ACV right this second. I promise, you’lll LOVE it. I mean, not the taste persay (or maybe you will), but man, this stuff is seriously like magic when it comes to your health. Basically, you drink this raw vinegar (with the mother — the cloudy, sandy sediment at the bottom of the bottle) with honey or agave nectar and it will CHANGE your life.

I’m not kidding. I once even read it made kids that were mentally retarded un-retarded. I mean, I’m not saying it will do that (kinda a stretch…), but if you’re looking for a way to lose weight, feel better, and have clearer skin — drink up! Sometimes I find it a bit hard to swallow, but I figure I’ve taken shots that are nastier than vinegar (uh, Jägerbombs, anyone?), so what the hell?! Sometimes I feel like I sound like a commercial on this blog, but in all honesty, I really do feel grateful for this product, so I figure, why not share it with you all?!

In the past few weeks, my pregnant heartburn has returned with a vengeance. Does it help that I’m eating Bisquik and lemonade 24/7? Probably not, but still, Tums do nothing for me anymore. Plus, I’ve had this horrible feeling that at any second a foot or an arm may pop out of my throat. It’s been pretty unpleasant. However, I started a daily regimen of a few teaspoons of ACV, water, and agave and I swear, the discomfort has vanished!

How adorable is this woman?  Patricia Bragg is not only cute but also a health pioneer -- as was her father, Paul!

How adorable is this woman? Patricia Bragg is not only cute but also a health pioneer -- as was her father, Paul!

Stacey thanks the original Incredible Hulk

Monday, October 18th, 2010

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On a whim a few months ago, I bought Ollie an Incredible Hulk set of Underoos at Gabe’s in Erie for two bucks. I was obsessed with the Incredible Hulk as a child (I still think ripped purple pants on men are sexy) and I figured, what the hell? Little did I know this purchase would be the beginning of Ollie’s idolization of the Hulk as well.

From this little t-shirt set, a love of all things “Hulk” has blossomed. Yesterday, Ollie, who now refers to himself as, “Little Hulk” in the third person, chose to wear an entirely green outfit and pretend he was the superhero. He growled at old ladies walking their dogs, leaped out of jungle gyms screaming, and at one point, even smashed his fingers in the electric car window — all in an effort to recreate the rageful beast’s antics.

I can only imagine how proud Lou Ferrigno (the actor that played the Hulk in the 80s TV series) would be if he could see our little impersonator in action. To know his green-eyed grunting and growling was still affecting current generations — well, that’s something that should make this actor proud!

Hulk eats!

Hulk eats!

Hulk flies! (This obsession is definitely better than Pee-Wee!)

Hulk flies! (This obsession is definitely better than Pee-Wee!)

Funny, how this man has influenced our family!

Funny, how this man has influenced our family!

Stacey thanks a real life superhero

Friday, October 8th, 2010

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It would be so easy to continue this blog indefinitely — there are so many people to thank. Even just this week, trying to thank people outside of my usual realm of thanking (uh, astronauts instead of donut makers), has been a piece of cake. One of the things I love about this blog is that it really makes me take stock of the good in the world on a daily basis. It’s been funny combing the media for good, not bad news. Not as easy, sure, but positive things are there if you look.

Like this guy, Victor Perez, who rescued a kidnapped girl the other day in California. He heard about the abduction on TV and then noticed a van that matched the description of the suspect’s vehicle. Instead of just calling 911 — he actually chased the guy down and made him surrender the stolen child. Um, hero? Even Governator Arnold honored him the other day, saying, “He had no idea if this person has a gun, or what or how this is going to end up. I played many action heroes in my movies, but this guy is a real action hero.”

It’s things like this that make me want to be a Good Samaritan too. Not that I would confront a potentially armed person — or maybe I would given the situation — but it even makes me think twice before just going about my daily business focused on myself.

Hero!

Hero!

Stacey thanks the astronomers that discovered something really big

Monday, October 4th, 2010

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In observance of World Space Week, I thought it was appropriate to thank the lead astronomers at the Lick-Carnegie Exoplanet Survey for their discovery of the planet, Gliese 581 g. In case you haven’t heard about this yet, in a nut shell, astronomers have discovered a new, very-Earth-like planet that “most definitely supports life.” Whether the planet’s life is like the mold on your shower curtain or little green men, well, that remains to be determined.

I think this is so fascinating. I mean — LIFE — as in ALIENS. Pretty cool. Maybe it was my obsession with Captain Kirk as a small child, but I’ve always thought space travel should be made a global priority. What a wonderful way for the international community to be competitive — in a space race, as opposed to a rush to arm themselves or nuke each other.

I also can’t begin to imagine the patience it took to discover this new planet.  Supposedly it was from 11 years of data and research.  Um, ELEVEN YEARS?! I can’t even wait for my coffee maker to drizzle out my morning caffeine fix, let alone hunt for more than a decade for something 20 light years away. A job that is so meticulous and scientific literally baffles me; it’s so foreign I can’t even relate in the slightest — but I appreciate these astronomers all the same!

Hopefully the life on this far-away planet is a tad better looking than this guy wrestling Kirk!

Hopefully the life on this far-away planet is a tad better looking than this guy wrestling Kirk!

Stacey thanks her culinary inspiration

Wednesday, August 18th, 2010

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Well, it’s time to finish up my magazine column for the month so you know what that means: I’m procrastinating! It’s true. Whenever I have work to do I always find a million reasons to put things off. In fact, whenever my writing piles up, Grey says our house is clean as a whistle and we eat extremely well due to the fact that cooking and cleaning are at the top of my tasks-to-do-while-procrastinating list.

So, since I’m on deadline for the magazine, I figured it may be a good day to try my hand at canning my own homemade tomato sauce. Yep, I never canned even a simple jam before, but I figured what better time than the present to learn!? Somehow, I turned a laundry basket full of tomatoes, about 100 garlic cloves, red wine, red peppers, and a whole bunch of basil and oregano into sauce that is actually edible. I haven’t yet attempted to put it into cans to preserve — that’s tomorrow’s time-wasting activity.

I’d feel remiss if I didn’t give credit to the man who started me on this whole cooking-as-procrastinating kick — Bob Blumer. You may have seen him on the Food Network, he has a show, “Glutton for Punishment,” but I fell for him back in college when all he had out were a few cookbooks. It was finals week and, true to my nature, I was trying my best to avoid studying. On a “study break” to Barnes and Noble I discovered Blumer’s “The Surreal Gourmet” cookbook and decided then and there that I must go home and immediately make salmon in my dishwasher as one recipe described. After grossing out my roommates with a fish dinner that tasted like Cascade (I guess I forgot to seal the fish properly), I had not only found a way to put off doing work, but also a new passion: cooking. Yay for Bob!

The man who started it all! Here is he making his famous beer can chicken...yum!

The man who started it all! Here is he making his famous beer can chicken...yum! (And the chicken looks good too)

No time like deadline to whip up a gigantic vat of tomato sauce!

No time like deadline to whip up a gigantic vat of tomato sauce!

Karin thanks the tape that’s stuck on you

Saturday, August 7th, 2010
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I don’t even know where it came from. I’m pretty sure it wasn’t something I bought. But for some reason I own bondage tape. Now here’s the thing, I tend to use this bondage tape for craft projects. Did you hear me Martha Stewart? Bondage tape and craft projects are a marriage made in heaven! It works so well for stringing things up around the house because it’s super strong and while it sticks to itself, it doesn’t stick to anything else.

I imagine this non-stick factor is great for bondage, but it is also wonderful for stringing up wreaths at Christmas time. Extremely heavy juniper wreath got you down? Just look around for some bondage tape and your holiday is saved!

My particular role happens to be industrial sized. Not sure what this says about me, but it is. So I have learned to use the stuff like fishing wire, bonding together fragile items without gunking them up forever. It’s only a matter of time that you can buy the stuff at your local K-mart. They just might have to change the packaging.

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The tape that serves all your craft needs!

Karin thanks six strings of sound

Wednesday, July 21st, 2010

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I have had the same guitar for 16 years, which implies that I am good at playing the guitar. I am not. I kind of suck. While I have owned a guitar for a decade and a half, I haven’t played it that much, even though I toted it around the globe with me. It was there when I lived in Tokyo, there when I worked in Belgium, and now stands proudly in my living room in DC.

I remember sitting in my parents’ backyard with other choir dorks belting out “Uncle John’s Band,” while I strummed away on the guitar in high school. If I had just kept up that act, I bet I would be pretty good and have mastered doing a B chord without grimacing from pain. But I didn’t. In fact, the number one thing that has kept me from being good at the guitar has been vanity. I just hate chopping off all my nails so I can strum away. Isn’t that sad? It’s like a girl not wanting to be a ballerina so she can have beautiful feet. Or not reading because you don’t want to strain your eyes. Basically, I am a narcissistic gal who plays bad guitar.

But that’s all going to change. I’m turning 30 in 19 days and I think it’s time I can embrace short nails and strum my days away. Or at least a few minutes a week. Maybe I can increase my repertoire from three Indigo Girls songs and a Joni Mitchell tune I sang at camp, to well, a whole Indigo Girls album. I’ll finally become the folk guitarist I should have blossomed into in 1995. It’s never too late!

Here I am looking rather horrific with my prize guitar. I stink at playing it but man do I love it!

Here I am looking rather horrific with my prize guitar. I stink at playing it but man do I love it!

Karin thanks the bad music of the ’90s

Tuesday, July 20th, 2010

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Why did I spend many hours last night jamming on my couch to “Set Adrift on Memory Bliss?” Like many hours. Then I followed it up with PM Dawn’s “Die Without You,” and then a lot of Boyz II Men ballads. Then I had to practice my junior high slow dance, the kind where you sway back and forth with your arms extended and randomly mash your pelvises together at strange moments.

It turns out that two of the bands I slow danced with passion to from 11 to 13, aren’t half bad. I mean the guys from PM Dawn and Boyz II Men actually have good voices. If they went on Saturday Night Live they could croon it out with no thoughts of pulling an Ashlee Simpson. Plus, they wore matching hats.

I did so much slow dancing to “End of the Road,” in Junior High, I’m surprised I can’t recite every single word on demand. And “Set a Drift on Memory Bliss,” still resonates with coolness. I’m pretty sure my brother introduced me to that gem. Some of the music I listened to from 1991 to 1993 is just darn embarrassing. Like I owned a cassette with “Baby got Back,” on one side and “Baby got Back, the remix,” on the other. I also had a thing for Stone Temple Pilots and ironed on an STP patch to my backpack. Vomit. Vomit. But! after YouTubing the crap out of PM Dawn, I wear that 12-year-old memory with pride. Ummmm dah dah! Set a drift on memory bliss…

Man do I miss the ridiculous clothes of the early 90s. PM Dawn sure could dress the part!

Man do I miss the ridiculous clothes of the early 90s. PM Dawn sure could dress the part!

Karin thanks the Plaza’s favorite artist

Sunday, July 18th, 2010

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Today, I celebrated my 30th birthday with my parents. While I don’t actually turn 30 until August 9th which is soooooo long from now, I’ll be in Nepal for the big day so we decided to ring in my third decade a little early. There are many things I absolutely adore about my parents, but the fact that they are great birthday present givers is right up there. They have always made me feel like a queen for a day and today was no exception. My mom even gave me a sparkly purple headband with a burst of feathers coming out of the top to wear as a princess crown. 30 is the new 6 after all.

Along with some much needed financial support for my upcoming trip, my parents wrapped up new copies of my two favorite books from childhood – Eloise and Eloise in Paris. If you are female or have female children or have been to the Plaza, you probably know who Eloise is. She’s that ever so entertaining little rascal created by Kay Thompson, a woman I absolutely idolize (Think Pink!). But what would a story like Eloise be without illustrations? That’s where Hilary Knight comes in. A scion of illustrators, Knight is now 84, lives in New York, and is still illustrating. My dad had the pleasure of meeting him at a book festival and nabbed his autograph in one of my Eloise books for me. It’s kind of on par with having Elvis’ autograph for me.

Another thing that my parents unearthed for my birthday was a very early Karin Tanabe attempt at writing and illustration, a captivating story I wrote when I was about seven called Sally Tall. Sally looks like a transvestite with no nose and I repeatedly spell the word “once,” with a U in it, but it was a wonderful gift to receive at a time when childhood seems like a zillion years ago. And then I read Eloise and am guaranteed by my parents that I’ll always be their baby, and it’s all okay. 30 might not be the end of the world after all.

Clearly I was not an art protege, for Sally Tall has no mouth or arms, but I guarantee it's a very compelling story.

Clearly I was not an art protege, for Sally Tall has no mouth or arms, but I guarantee it's a very compelling story.

Mr. Hilary Knight surrounded by his masterpieces, including my favorite, the wonderful Eloise.

Mr. Hilary Knight surrounded by his masterpieces, including my favorite, the wonderful Eloise.