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href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19587249/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394936332387916307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="25" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBtz63Ad9bg/TT8gLYQZ3EI/AAAAAAAACiI/lrRVyfeAK9c/s220/154686_731210266858_25708693_37703144_5464448_n.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>153</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/EliseSaidSo" /><feedburner:info uri="elisesaidso" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE4MSXY8fSp7ImA9WhVUFUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19587249.post-4641432567736776535</id><published>2012-05-20T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-05-20T23:49:48.875-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-05-20T23:49:48.875-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="shopping" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="scrunchy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="scrunchie" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fashion" /><title>Bringing the Scrunchie Back</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.elisesaidso.com/feeds/4641432567736776535/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19587249&amp;postID=4641432567736776535&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19587249/posts/default/4641432567736776535?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19587249/posts/default/4641432567736776535?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/EliseSaidSo/~3/QUPqh6g41k8/bringing-scrunchie-back.html" title="Bringing the Scrunchie Back" /><author><name>elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394936332387916307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="25" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBtz63Ad9bg/TT8gLYQZ3EI/AAAAAAAACiI/lrRVyfeAK9c/s220/154686_731210266858_25708693_37703144_5464448_n.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MZR7CpHm-io/T7nYqYVsEDI/AAAAAAAAgcI/GJ4I3SQBXOk/s72-c/scru.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">I am sure we all remember the episode of Sex And The City where Carrie mocks Berger for having his main character run around town in a scrunchie. The episode is titled "Pick-A-Little, Talk-A-Little" and aired in 2003.























































Fast forward nine years... and I'm bringing the scrunchie back.

Scrunchies are:

Comfortable (especially for sleeping)
Better
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Tonight I was driving the Chevy Volt that is currently in my posession (I will blog about that soon) and, as I was looking at the dashboard notification showing zero battery life...







...I realized that between my work laptop, my work iPad, my Kindle, my Droid X2, my Vado camera, my Nike Fuel Band and my Samsung point and shoot (not pictured, because you know, it took the picture) I feel 
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I joined Reddit over three years ago, because I was going through a rough breakup and needed a distraction. Three years later, I am still highly distracted yet have learned so much (and seen way too many 
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About a year ago, I purchased the Oster BVLB07-Z Counterforms 3-Speed 2-in-1 Blender/Food-Processor Combo with the main purpose 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/nLkNNqXrkuZBTogjMqtO_5SPGQw/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/nLkNNqXrkuZBTogjMqtO_5SPGQw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/EliseSaidSo/~4/1TJLlLAjbkU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.elisesaidso.com/2012/03/mason-jar-smoothies.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEEEQ3cycSp7ImA9WhVSGE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19587249.post-389927714847437074</id><published>2012-03-14T17:58:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2012-03-15T11:36:42.999-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-03-15T11:36:42.999-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="seattle" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="shopping" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="nordstrom rack" /><title>Seattle/Westlake Nordstrom Rack Preview Party</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.elisesaidso.com/feeds/389927714847437074/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19587249&amp;postID=389927714847437074&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19587249/posts/default/389927714847437074?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19587249/posts/default/389927714847437074?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/EliseSaidSo/~3/n9nN_s8thJg/seattlewestlake-nordstrom-rack-preview.html" title="Seattle/Westlake Nordstrom Rack Preview Party" /><author><name>elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394936332387916307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="25" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBtz63Ad9bg/TT8gLYQZ3EI/AAAAAAAACiI/lrRVyfeAK9c/s220/154686_731210266858_25708693_37703144_5464448_n.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nkb1UceKiZ0/T2ExIyZnuGI/AAAAAAAAR1A/SBghq0RZyX8/s72-c/2012-03-13_20-46-36_239.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">Last night, the new Westlake location for Seattle's Nordstrom Rack had a preview party to introduce local bloggers, fashionistas, etc. to the new location before it officially opens to the public on March 15.

April, Marissa and I hopped in a cab (hey - it was raining!) and met up with our friend Aubrey (see her post here) to check out the new store and do some shopping.

We arrived and entered 
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If you've read my previous post about then you already know about my random, yet epic, adventure that took place last August. 
Well, our first day at Mraz's house, I was hanging in his studio with Ian, Tim and Toca before we went to the beach. Ian and Tim were playing instruments while I figured out the settings on my new camera. 



Toca &amp;amp; I comparing our pedicures.
(Also found this fun pic of 
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Mestizo is currently in the soft opening and they have a limited menu right now. 

Feleke ordered the ceviche. 


Ceviche ($16)
 I ordered the chicken fajitas.



Chicken Fajitas ($14)
Mestizo wants to be a tequila lounge and they definitely 
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While I have been to tons of G Love shows in my life, and have a long history with the band, it's been awhile since I've caught G while living in Seattle. In fact, I'm not even sure if they've been here since 
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I must have signed up for Unroll.me ages ago, but just received the email on Tuesday that I was now granted access to the Beta. The email caught me at a good time, as I was pulling reports for work and needed a distraction while they were loading.

Unroll.me is (from their about 
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The year was 2002. My friend Alex (girl Alex) and I were hanging out and 
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If you do not know the myth of Eurydice and Orpheus, here is the quick Elise version. You can also check out the 
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I've recently rediscovered hard boiled egg whites a few months ago. I do not remember enjoying them as a kid and it was not until they've appeared in a few salads that I realized - maybe they are delicious. I do have one issue, however, I do not like the yolks. 



After consulting a few recipe guides, I now know how to make the absolutely perfect hard boiled egg. Not only is the center yolk 
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While cleaning my closet, I found a set of pictures from my childhood that made me smile.

I think the 
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As a kid, in school, I loved reading about it, hearing stories, old photographs and visiting museums. Everyone and everything has a story, and I am interested in how they came about. Instead of my parents reading me a bedtime story, I used to ask my mom to tell me stories from when she was my age. I could sit with my grandma and listen for hours upon hours about how she met my 
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Not only is the shaking highly annoying (imagine a little brother just poking you over 
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I actually wrote about this class action lawsuit in January of 2009. It's been three years, so I had pretty much forgotten about this lawsuit. Yay for bonus money!  

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This post is almost a year overdue now, but I recently stumbled across these pictures and felt a bit motivated to post about this project, as it's one of the very few DIY crafty things I've done in a long time. 



April turned 30 last February, and we threw an amazing party for her at The Upstairs. The theme was "Sideshow Circus Freaks" and much to our delight, most attendees were into the 
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Lack of snow and freezing winter temps are just a few of the many reasons I decided to leave Detroit for Seattle. Well, we had a winter storm here that essentially shut down much of the city for a few days. I took some pictures in Belltown of the snow, and thought I'd share. 



This first set of pictures are from Sunday, January 14, 2012, around Noon.







2nd Ave looking southeast




2nd 
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Turns out, they got the wrong guy. Horrible.





This weekend a man, named Andrew, stiffed a bartender on the Hill and wrote a very mean note on her receipt.

In response, the neighborhood has come together to publicly shame him and some bars are even threatening to 86 him from the Hill permanently. Some quick Google searching, or your Cap Hill friends FB page, will give you his full 
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I have a little bit of an identity crisis, or well, maybe I just had to open a new Twitter account that is free of F-Bombs and crackhead insults. Turns out your employer might frown on that. 



Anyway, Visual.ly has an awesome Twitter analyzer tool that lets you compare yourself to another Twitter user. 



According to this infographic, @elise81 is way cooler than @eliseoras. 



Also, 
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If you're a reader of my very occasional blog posts, you already know about the crazy elevator signs we sometimes come home to, in my Belltown apartment building. Well, today, after a very long day at work... I came home to this:









Then, if you look to the left... this:







Congrats to our neighbors, Jonnie &amp;amp; Erin! 

And yay for neighbor, Chris, with his awesome sign.





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Here was the sign when I left for work:


Here is the sign when I came home from work, clearly written using the same formula as my apartment 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tYRAb685ger3lhsOWZemloNuZbc/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tYRAb685ger3lhsOWZemloNuZbc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/EliseSaidSo/~4/kCzxkQkKjBk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.elisesaidso.com/2011/07/best-response-sign-ever.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkUBRnw5fyp7ImA9WhZQEko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19587249.post-9150643980332458260</id><published>2011-04-19T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T22:44:17.227-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-19T22:44:17.227-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="belltown family" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="belltown" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="belltown life" /><title>Belltown Life &amp; Alcohol</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.elisesaidso.com/feeds/9150643980332458260/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19587249&amp;postID=9150643980332458260&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19587249/posts/default/9150643980332458260?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19587249/posts/default/9150643980332458260?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/EliseSaidSo/~3/VWpowOBVyxg/belltown-life-alcohol.html" title="Belltown Life &amp; Alcohol" /><author><name>elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394936332387916307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="25" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBtz63Ad9bg/TT8gLYQZ3EI/AAAAAAAACiI/lrRVyfeAK9c/s220/154686_731210266858_25708693_37703144_5464448_n.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h9VbVmIx2qw/Ta5o39RPH5I/AAAAAAAACvQ/TjCyIMADYCM/s72-c/2011-03-15_20-00-39_801.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><content type="html">I am writing this right now, with one of the biggest headaches I have had in quite some time. Let me tell you why...

First, you need the back story. 

On March 18, I stopped drinking for a month. There was no particular reason, I did not have a black out on St. Patrick's Day or anything like that. No, my body just needed a break. My liver needed to be reset. I had done this once before in 
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I finally got a chance to visit Belltown's newest spot, Dope Burger.  Dope Burger takes over the old Noodle Ranch spot and decided the neighborhood was changing and Belltown needed a burger spot that feeds the late night crowd, too!  Don't worry, it's the same owners and same awesome staff! 


Dope Burger opened on January 7, and it took me a whole week before I finally made it there.  After a 
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