Wednesday, May 31, 2006

It is not how you feel, it is how you look


I bought myself a new bag last week, and I am so in love with it I might no longer be able to function normally. It has been a long, long time since a new handbag has come into my life, and our relationship is flourishing. Every time I look at it I smile. I walk down the street and think to myself "people must be looking at how awesome my new bag is." You would think that it was alive the way that I protect it from coming into contact with strangers, or God forbid, dirt. It even looks good in Dave's fist when he holds it for me while I am in a public bathroom. What? You thought I was going to bring it in there with me? Have you seen how unsanitary those stalls are? I was in a store the other day, and the woman behind the register commented on how much she liked my bag. She said that it was the same one that she wanted to get. It took all of my willpower not to respond, "of course it is!"

This photo is my artistic interpretation of the way the chemicals in my brain react when I think about how unbelievably fantastic my new bag is. Bliss I tell you, bliss.

Tuesday, May 30, 2006


Apply sunscreen.
Lay in the sun.
Apply more sunscreen.
Read more.
Apply the last coat of sunscreen just to make sure.
Nap again.
Eat dinner.
Drink beer.
Repeat for 2 more days.

Aaaahhhhhh I love the beach...

Friday, May 26, 2006

Happy Birthday Cate!


Three is a good age to be. People can call you a "big girl" and you are actually happy about it.

This is my niece on Christmas morning opening the never ending supply of presents. I love listening to her "oooohhhhs" and "aaahhhhhs" like every present she opens is a set of diamond encrusted Jo Jo dolls. I am sad that I can't watch her do the same with her birthday presents this weekend, but I will be thinking of her. Thinking of her while my behind is sitting on the beach drinking cold beverages and soaking up the sun.

Be back next week!

Tuesday, May 23, 2006

C'mon and turn it on, wind it up, blow it out


Every time I look at this car I hear that noise that Tim Allen made on Home Improvement. You know, that man growl.

My brother and his friend Mark have poured their heart and soul in this baby, a '73 Pontiac Le Mans, and were in the area this weekend for a car event. I don't normally spend my Saturdays watching cars drag race, but let me tell ya, it was wicked bad ass. To say the least. Some cars actually caught air while taking off, so very cool. I also learned what it means to "dial-in," and how to win the race they play by some inverse 'Price is Right' rules with the time. I am an expert now.

I also learned that you shouldn't kneel down in car grease in order to take a picture, one pair of brand new jeans too late.

Monday, May 22, 2006

Not 'til the fat lady sings

Unbelieveable! 9-1 Red Sox lead going into the ninth, in what was a text book perfect game against the Yankees, and Keith "Johnny Burger King" Foulke gives up four stinking runs. WTF?? Thank God that we have Papelbon as our closer now, but it sucks that he had to warm up after two outs in the ninth. Schilling looked magical tonight, the Sox fielding was superb, and their bats were blazing. Why does Foulke have to give me agita? And when will Dave learn that saying "oh, but they got the win" before they get the last out, will put me over the edge? Damn that Foulke.

Friday, May 19, 2006

Wierdest human interaction, possibly ever

Back in February, I started bitching, I mean posting about Project Runway on this here blog. You remember those days don't you? Me ranting aimlessly about the brilliance of Santino, and the idiocy of the other designers. Aaaahh, the good old days. Well due to the great world of the blogosphere, another blogger named Dan Vera found my blog and started commenting. I was psyched to find another person who was not only as crazy about the show as me, but was also crazy enough to be writing about it on the internet. He even had a preview of the final designs before they were on TV. If you don't know cool, that my friends is cool. So, I have been popping back to his blog from time to time, showing respect to the PR fans.

So fast forward to today, again at the Book Expo America, and I was talking shop with a very nice woman for a small book publishing house. It went something like this, "Blah, blah, blah, work. Blah, blah, blah, here's my business card." But as I was talking, I saw this guy out of the corner of my eye who looked ridiculously familiar. Now I am still talking to this lady, but all I can think in my head is, how do I know this man? Finally, it clicks. Oh my goodness, it is Daniel V. No, not that Daniel V. the designer, Dan Vera, the blogger. Now that I had realized how I knew him, I wasn't sure what to do. Do I walk away and pretend this never happened? Or, do I walk up to this stranger and say "Hi, I read your blog?" My instinct said the later, so I walked up to him and said, "Hi, I read your blog." After assuring him that I was not a psycho crazy stalker chick who hunts down random bloggers at book fairs, we had a nice chat. Together we plotted to take over season 3 of Project Runway, so stay tuned. But it is weird that this whole blog experiment I am conducting, has bought me face to face with an actual human being who I "met" on the internet. A very nice human being at that. This is so 21st Century.

Like honey to the bees

I am kind of a freak about my notebook. I carry around a pocket size lined moleskine everywhere I go. And I do mean everywhere. I take it with me when I travel, to work, to lectures and events around the city, basically anywhere I might need to write down an idea. Any idea. My notebook, or my "Black Betty", and I are tight. We are like peas and carrots. We are so tight that our relationship has spawned two more versions of the notebook that I carry around all the time, the pocket calendar for appointments, and the info book. The info book is divided into sections, like food and housing, and is designed for travelers. However, I don't use it that way. I just like the divided sections so I can keep lists, like books I want to read, or movies I need to Netflix. Basically, the important stuff. I was also delighted to learn recently that my sister carries around the unlined pocket notebook in her purse. I never knew she was this cool.

Well wasn't I the happiest little clam in the whole wide world today when I got to see the new prototype of the Moleskine city notebooks at the Book Expo America. I know that my awesomeness is oozing out of your computer as you read this. The city notebooks are a little bit thicker than the pocket notebooks, but contain all sorts of goodies for the traveler who likes to keep a journal, or take notes about their adventures. The version on display was of Paris, one of my favorite cities, so my expectations were big people, big. The first few pages were conversion charts and a fold out metro map. Then they placed multi colored maps of the city inside, which were actually quite detailed and well done. Of course there were empty pages to write on and tabs to keep track of your favorite restaurants, or food you tried. My favorite part was the translucent sheets you could place on the maps so you can write on the map, without actually writing on the map. These notebooks would never replace a guide book, but they do make sense if you want to take home a complete memoir of your trip in a single, compact form. You can also carry them around a city without them screaming to everyone around that you are a tourist. Bottom line, I want one. And then I want someone to send me back to Paris so that I can break it in. Anyone...anyone...

Thursday, May 18, 2006

Even my doughnuts are Sox fans

You Are a Boston Creme Donut

You have a tough exterior. No one wants to mess with you.
But on the inside, you're a total pushover and completely soft.
You're a traditionalist, and you don't change easily.
You're likely to eat the same doughnut every morning, and pout if it's sold out.

That's one does want to mess with me. But the truth is I never pout if my favorite things that I eat over, and over, and over, again are sold out. That is just not true. These tests are crap!!

Monday, May 15, 2006

My Sheri Amore,

So, my dear friend, you are turning thirty. I think the best part of this day is not the fact that you are older than me, although that part is great too, it is the fact that I have known you for so long. How many people are lucky enough to say that they have been friends with someone, at your age, for almost twenty-five years? That is a long, long time. Our friendship has withstood the test of time. You are a dear friend and I love you.

I love you so much that I want others to share in the magnificence of your life. So today, on the start of your 31st year, I offer to the world, glimpses of your life so far.

I am proud to say I knew you when...

img0011 scarfed pizza down your little pie hole at my first grade birthday party.

img0051 played Doug Mirabelli to my Tim Wakefield.

img0061 played for the Bad News Bears.

...your hair defied gravity at the Junior Prom.

img0081 retired your softball cleats for rugby cleats.

img009 were in the closet.

img007 drove cross country with me, and people mistook us for truck drivers.

img0031 showed pop princesses that they ain't got nothing on you.

For real, Happy Birthday my dear friend. I hope the next 30 are as good for you as the first 30, and I hope I am still along for the ride.

Sunday, May 14, 2006

Faces only a Mother could love


Thanks for having me.
Thanks for having the rest of these clowns, well minus Dad and Neil, that would be just weird.

I love ya Mom,

Happy Mother's Day!

Wednesday, May 10, 2006

Hey Yankees...guess is 2006

After a Jason Giambi home run, the best song you can play to celebrate is "Whoomp There It Is?"

Are you kidding?

Thursday, May 04, 2006

The greatest diplomatic gift ever

More Pink

The Cherry Trees blossomed here in DC about five weeks ago, but since most of you don't live here you can just pretend they are blooming now. (If you want pictures from me a little faster you can spring for the digital camera. As always, it is on my wishlist...hint, hint) The Cherry Blossom Festival is the one time of year that I can handle the crowds on the Tidal Basin. The sea of pink is way too pretty to miss. The rest are over on flickr.

Sunset on the Cherry Blossoms

Wednesday, May 03, 2006

Tuesday, May 02, 2006

Oh, it's so funny to be seeing you after so long, Johnny

I have been avoiding watching Johnny D in a Yankees uniform like you avoid the bird flu. Every time his mug comes on Sports Center I change the channel. After I all I have been through with him, the close games, the injuries, the numerous championship series games, the World Series, voting his ass into the All Star Game, and lastly our breakup, I just couldn't look at him. I couldn't look at the face that brought me so much joy, oh so many times, knowing that it is now wearing the uniform that has given me so much pain and anguish. I just could not bring myself to do it, and last night I found out why. During the beginning of the first inning when Senor Damon entered the batters box, and half of Fenway was booing him, while the other half was cheering him, I physically could not take it any more. I cannot tell a lie, I was crying. CRYING!! I had actual human tears coming out of my eyes. Who am I? What is wrong with me? Someone needs to step away from the TV.

After beating myself up over my emotional downfall, and picking Dave up off the floor from laughing so hard, I had a moment with myself. Was this the result of the Dramamine I had taken pre-flight yesterday? Was I over tired? Or was I just two steps away from the pretty white jacket with the fancy buckles in the back? My conclusion is that I am not crazy. I was not drugged, or sleepy. I just can't help it. It might be a little over the top sometimes, but I am a god-damn-living-breathing-Red-Sox-fan who gets really into my team. I know there is no crying in baseball, but this is not like that. I did not cry when they lost game 7 in 2003, but I did cry with joy when the won the big dance in 2004. So if I shed a few tears over Johnny Damon, and the love we once shared, so be it. It is now over, he is gone, and I can now finally move on. I can begin to embrace the new faces on the Red Sox roster, and start my tumultuous relationships with them. If this is just part of the ride I will take it, and enjoy every stinking second of the emotion rollercoaster I call being a Red Sox fan.

Monday, May 01, 2006

Doing things is what I like to do...YES!

I woke up this morning and rode in a car, then on a boat, from which I walked to the T, to catch a bus to the airport, to fly on a plane home to DC, only to get back in a car again. It was a crazy morning. The worst part is that there is no Dunkin Donuts in terminal C at Logan Airport. So America may run on Dunkin, but not me today. I am falling asleep at my desk.