Friday, December 31, 2010
Thursday, December 30, 2010
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Monday, December 27, 2010
Friday, December 24, 2010
Monday, December 20, 2010
9. Yes, I realize I just put the word "bitch" and a video about the birth of Christ in the same posting. Sorry Grandma!
Thursday, December 9, 2010
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Sunday, December 5, 2010
the one where i review movies and you all tell me if you agree, disagree, and what you've watched lately...
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Friday, November 26, 2010
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Friday, November 19, 2010
Thursday, November 18, 2010
I fear I might have a new obsession.
This one just might surpass yogurt parfaits, playlist.com, and TV shows on DVD.
I'm talking about the upcoming royal wedding of Prince William and Kate Middleton.
I'm not exactly sure what it is. I was never this way with his parents, or any other "celebrity" couple for that matter. I remember when Diana died I watched the funeral procession with William, Charles and Harry walking behind her casket on television. But I never swooned over Wills (well, not that much) and certainly did not stock up on all things "Lady Di" like the girl in my study abroad program who spent hundreds and hundreds of dollars shipping memorabilia home.
But I watched the Dateline special last night, click on all the People.com stories and links about them, and almost sought out my very own replica of her engagement ring, which formerly belonged to William's mother. Almost.
I don't really get it. All I can say is he's a cutie, she is gorgeous with such poise and fashion sense, and they are adorable together. And her hats. I love her hats. They make me want to attend polo matches and sip Earl Grey from dainty teacups. Calgon take me back to London! I want to attend the wedding in St. Paul's or Westminster Abbey (or wherever it may be.) I want to buy cheap things with their faces all over them. OK, maybe that last one is taking it a step too far.
Am I alone here? What are you currently obsessed with? Perhaps it will make me feel more normal.
Monday, November 15, 2010
Dear Ms. Moran,I'm thrilled and honored that you found and enjoyed my post. I feel so fortunate to be able to encourage good books and reading every day and being able to meet authors whose work I love (however indirectly that encounter may be) is really icing on the cake. I really admire your talent for blending history and fiction and wish you the very best of success with Madame Tussaud.PS - Can I please marry Henri? Please?
I think that was my first fan letter ever. I'm off to write John Krasinski now.
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Monday, November 8, 2010
The next song was written by Bob Dylan (for the purists) but has been covered by The Dixie Chicks and Sheryl Crow. If you aren't a Chicks or Crow fan, you can find the original on YouTube, I'm sure. I just like that the covers are more upbeat.
I can relate to practically EVERY SINGLE lyric in this song (and I've bolded my faves!). There is just so much truth to how I feel about my life, my experiences, and how I have handled them that I can't help pressing the back button on my iPod over and over again so that I listen to it repeatedly as I'm walking down the streets. Funny, as it has a country twang and this city is (mostly) anything but country. I'm going to post the lyrics and videos for this one.
Mississippi by Bob Dylan (covered by The Dixie Chicks and Sheryl Crow)
Every step of the way we walk the line
Your days are numbered, so are mine
Time is pilin’ up, we struggle and we scrape
We’re all boxed in, nowhere to escape
City’s just a jungle; more games to play
Trapped in the heart of it, tryin' to get away
I was raised in the country, I been workin’ in the town
I been in trouble ever since I set my suitcase down
Got nothin' for you, I had nothin' before
Don’t even have anything for myself anymore
Sky full of fire, pain pourin’ down
Nothing you can sell me, I’ll see you around
All my powers of expression and thoughts so sublime
Could never do you justice in reason or rhyme
Only one thing I did wrong
Stayed in Mississippi a day too long
Well, the devil’s in the alley, you're kickin in the stall
Say anything you wanna, I have heard it all
I was thinkin’ 'bout the things that you said
I was dreaming I was sleepin' in your bed
Walkin' through the leaves, falling from the trees
Feelin' like a stranger nobody sees
So many things that we never will undo
I know you’re sorry, well I’m sorry too
Some people will offer you their hand and some won’t
Last night I knew you, tonight I don’t
I need somethin’ strong to distract my mind
I’m gonna look at you ’til my eyes go blind
Well I got here followin' the southern star
I crossed that river just to be where you are
There's only one thing I did wrong
I stayed in Mississippi a day too long
Well my ship’s been split to splinters and it’s sinkin' fast
I’m drownin’ in the poison, got no future, got no past
But my heart is not weary, it’s light and it’s free
I’ve got nothin’ but affection for all those who’ve sailed with me
Everybody's movin’ if they ain’t already there
Everybody's got to move somewhere
Well stick with me baby, stick with me anyhow
Things should start to get interestin' right about now
My clothes are wet, tight on my skin
Not as tight as the corner that I painted myself in
I know that fortune is waitin’ to be kind
So give me your hand and say you’ll be mine
Well, the emptiness is endless, cold as the clay
You can always come back, but you can’t come back all the way
There's only one thing I did wrong
I stayed in Mississippi a day too long
Sunday, November 7, 2010
Monday, November 1, 2010
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Friday, October 29, 2010
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Monday, October 25, 2010
My weekend was...
Trivial Pursuit cards at an 80's theme diner with the roomie while we waited for our giant burgers. Did you know that the average woman's bra size in the 50's was 34B. I think I'm remembering that correctly...
relaxing at the movies watching the flick about the youngest billionaire ever. Thinking that I should quit Facebook. Then checking Facebook on my phone directly after the movie. Yeah...
going to dance class for the first time in a while and having that peaceful moment during warm up where I remember just how fun it is to live in this city.
going out with a new friend and realizing that sometimes you have to call it a night at 11 because you are just too darn tired.
sitting on the back of a U-Haul while I watched my favorite roommate move out and reflecting as all of my neighborhood walked by.
knowing that it will be me and that U-Haul soon.
What was your weekend?
Also, please take a moment to say a prayer or put some good thoughts out there in the universe for my blog bud, Summer, who lost her father this weekend. Summer, I am so sorry for your loss.
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Monday, October 18, 2010
Thursday, October 14, 2010
"Dear "M" - we hope to see you when we come back to New York. I
love you very much
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
I have seen this everywhere lately. And today I feel like I need to get a giant poster version and hang it all over my apartment. Lately, I have to remind myself to breathe. I got a lovely e-mail yesterday from a blog bud who mentioned it seems I have been having a hard time. It is quite obvious no matter how veiled and non-descript my posts are and I do appreciate the support.
The last thing I want is to be dramatic or a negative Nancy. Life is full of challenges and mine are very small in comparison to those who are so much less fortunate than I am and who have been so much more than I could even imagine. Still, we get bumps and bruises along the way. We flip out and cry and think that nothing will ever go our way. We would totally throw a giant tantrum in the middle of the aisle at the grocery store if it were still socially acceptable as an adult.
Feelings get hurt, disappointments abound, and we don't get it. It just isn't fair. Why do others get what we don't? Why do they have what we so badly want? What are we supposed to be learning from this and can we hurry up and learn it already so we can get to the good stuff?
I'm tired of asking these questions and I'm tired of posting thinly cloaked musings on why life seems not to be going my way these days. So I will sign off of that soapbox for a while and just keep calm and carry on.
Saturday, October 9, 2010
Friday, October 8, 2010
The new dress I am wearing from H&M. Unfortunately, their website kind of sucks and I don't have a picture but it was only $14.00 and is super cute! I also bought a new LBD (little black dress) on impulse without even trying it on first. I hope it fits because I hope to wear it to a friend's birthday party tomorrow night!
"paciencia y fe"
I keep saying those words over and over to myself. I am perhaps the world's most impatient person (and have been since uhh, before birth, as I was born 8 wks premature!) This week I am trying to focus on the idea that with patience and faith, things will work out the way I want them to.
Sh*t My Dad Says
Apparently, this guy is 29, from So Cal (woohoo!) and lives with his dad who says the most hilarious sh*t. He started a Twitter account and that became a book. I read the book while I was in the Hamptons over Labor Day weekend and could not stop laughing. You must ALL read it (and the Twitter feed!) These gems are my personal fave. This guy needs to be my father-in-law, I think.
"You don't have to be good to succeed. You just gotta be the least sh*tty option. Example: We're eating at The Olive Garden."
"See, you think I give a sh*t. Wrong. In fact, while you talk, I'm thinking; How can I give less of sh*t? That's why I look interested."
"Don’t focus on the one guy who hates you. You don’t go to the park and set your picnic down next to the only pile of dog sh*t."
Speaking of books, I am currently reading this one:
It is the book the new movie, The Social Network was based on. I'm about halfway through and can I just say I am not on Team Zuckerberg so far. Yet, I still checked my Facebook account this morning. Brilliant.
Today I love all the things I am thankful for: an amazing mom, a hilarious father who spent 15 minutes complaining to me about his "ear bob" (Bluetooth) and how he keeps "butt dialing" people with it the other day. (His words, not mine!), a sweet baby brother, true friends, opportunities, patience, faith, hope, tough times that give you perspective, and everything great that is yet to come. Good things.
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
Monday, October 4, 2010
I have been listening to it non-stop all afternoon. It is talking me down.
Guys, I am a bitter Betty today.
I normally avoid speaking in specifics about people in my life with the general understanding that I wouldn't want to find myself the center of a cyberspace rant. Add to that the (possibly irrational) fear that someone I date will discover loads of bloggy goodies about himself on this little space and my cardinal blog rule that specifics about family and friends are way off limits. Finish off with the fact that I simply don't want to bore you all with the same shizz over and over again.
But I must, again, talk about the dating.
Oh, dating. How I harbor a general disdain for you. Except when things are going well. Then I love you to bits. Natch.
Enter the most recent dude. He expressed interest. A lot of it. My phone was blowin' up (to use an expression I can't stand.) At first I maintained a healthy amount of skepticism. "What exactly is behind a gentleman's constant attention?" a true lady must ask herself. But he seemed to like to talk to me and I liked talking to him so I went with it.
Then the inevitable happened.
I started to have expectations. Expectations in keeping with the precedent HE set and in keeping with my gender. It is a curse really. When that voice in your head starts screaming on the second date it is sometimes hard to get her to shut the hell up. But I didn't go psycho girl if that is what you are thinking. All was kept light and airy. Fun. I can do fun!
Two nice dates were had. I admit I goofed on the second one and chose a movie that should never, ever be seen by second daters. It was tres depressing! So when we parted that night I was feeling sheepishly stupid but no harm, no foul. Right?
The goodbye was weird.
Kiss of death. I have been on enough dates to know that something was not right in Wooville. I tried to resusscitate things over the next couple of days but it all just flatlined. I mean, he was gone. As in no forwarding address. Disappeared. F'ing agreed to go out again, acted interested and then adios.
Yep, I am. And I hate that I feel like this makes me just one cat short of a crazy lady. But y'all saw my list. Out of all the lucky lads on that list I can count on my fingers (and exclude the thumb!) how many guys I have liked. He made that short list! But women are crazy. They want too much too fast. Far be it for us to expect a guy to set a precedent of being interested then stick with it. Hell, they don't have to stick with it. Just have the courtesy to inform us when you aren't going to. We've all been there. We've all had the "It's not you. It's me." conversation. Everyone knows it is fake but it is the right thing to do.
Mr. Gable he made me like him! I didn't wanna do it. (Well, I did but you get the point.) And now it is back to the drawing board. And since this is my pity post and I will act crazy if I want to, I finish with the stereotypical flourish:
Friday, October 1, 2010
Hope is not pretending that troubles don't exist.
It is the trust that they will not last forever,
that hurts will be healed and difficulties overcome.
It is faith that a source of strength and renewal lies within,
to lead us through the dark into sunshine.
Thursday, September 30, 2010
I was going to wait and do my anniversary letter then but I have a friend coming into town so we will be out and about in the (hopefully not too bad) weather.
Dear New York:
Another year for us. This was definitely the hardest one yet. We tested and
challenged each other in ways I think neither of us really expected.
I often refer to this year as my "What Color is Your Parachute?" year. You decided to spice it up a bit and, at times, make me wonder if I even had a parachute at all. But I digress with the awful metaphors. You were rough on me. We were rough on each other. I resented you and insulted you and you remained patient and steady, showing me that through each trial there was a purpose but to be honest, I still don't know what your plans are for us.
This year I really started to wonder if I am doing what I want to be doing with my career. I crossed my fingers many times only to find that the competition was stiff and I just didn't make the grade. This year I felt lost and unsure of myself more often than not. But through it all I held on to what I knew to be true: I may have moved here for the job but I stay here for you. We
aren't done yet. I am making the choice to be present in each moment, feel the losses, learn from them and grow stronger in my relationship with myself (and by extension my relationship with you.)
This year we lost a couple of friends but got closer to others, even helping one choose her wedding dress. Not bad for the girl who didn't know a soul when she picked up her little life and moved here three years ago. In a city of millions of people it is so easy to feel lonely and we absolutely felt our share of that. There was many a bad date and several relationships were
tested. Some floundered and failed and some grew stronger. I have a sneaking suspicion you've known all along that this was going to be the challenging year and that you are not done with me. But I have faith that good things will come from us. You need to make sure I can hack it, that I know that a rough year doesn't mean we weren't meant for each other, that any decisions I make for myself are made with a clear head and a calm resolve.
I know we will continue to have our moments but I only hope that the coming year is filled with happiness and luck. I hope that anything that is thrown our way will only strengthen us. I hope that one year from now I will be able to say, as I do today, I still love you New York. Thank you for three life changing years.
"It can destroy a person, or it can fulfill him, depending a good deal on luck. No one should come to New York to live unless he is willing to be lucky." - E.B. White
Monday, September 27, 2010
I'm dealing with roommate drama, one girl moving out and getting a new one to move in, my real "big girl" job and I've gotten a lot of sitting jobs lately (my "2nd job.") During one over the weekend I heard words I never thought I'd hear a four-year-old say: "I wanna play with my iPad." There she was flicking her little finger across the screen to navigate among the hundreds of math games on there and I had never touched one before. Life is funny that way.
Due to drama I haven't been sleeping well. I am nearly falling asleep at my desk.
I also have some potential VERY exciting news which I can only tell you about if it happens (sorry!) Please, friends, keep your fingers, toes, and eyes crossed for me. I REALLY need it.
That's all I've got for now. I'm still here! How are all of you?