Monday, October 30, 2006

You're the reason why I sing this song

I went to my first concert in the eighth grade. A friend's older brother drove a group of us to the old Foxborough Stadium, where our giggling big haired selves saw the New Kids on the Block. Yes, my first concert was NKOTB. What self respecting female masshole my age did not see the boys from Dot perform live? Seriously. As if Jordan, Jonathan, Danny, Donnie and Joey were not enough excitement for several squealing girls, guess who opened up for them. Just guess. No, you are wrong. It was Marky Fricking' Mark. Pure Junior High School bliss.

Last night someone asked me if I could list all of the New Kids first, and last names. I thought I got them all, but when I looked tonight I realized that I forgot Danny Wood. Oops. But the best thing I found while looking for their names was the most brilliant music video of all time. It is causing flashbacks of being in my best friend's (Hi Sheri!) den, glued to the television. I think she actually knew all the moves to that dance. The question is, does she still?

Sunday, October 29, 2006

Did I mention the champagne?

We saw the movie Marie Antoinette the other night, and I can't stop thinking about it. I can't really tell you how historically accurate the movie is, but it doesn't matter. Who goes to the movies for history anyway? The movie is all about the scenery, the clothes, the pastries, the champagne, and the music. It is essentially Kristin Dunst frolicking around Versailles, trying on all sorts of amazing clothes, eating every imaginable sweet looking thing, drinking champagne, while 80's new wave is playing in the background. And how awesome does that sound? I can't think of a better movie idea.

I heart Versailles. Seeing the grounds, and the building made me want to go back. $20 at the movies theater is a hell of a lot cheaper than a trip to France, so I will be happy with the fix I got from the big screen. For now. Yes, for now.

Friday, October 27, 2006

Six word stories are haunting me

I can't stop thinking in six.

Drank wine, had fun, paying price.

Woke up, Dunkin Donuts calling me.

Not even a large regular helps.

Mounting work, but no energy here.

Rainy day, my bed misses me.

Wednesday, October 25, 2006

I love using economy of words has an article about writing a story with six words. Here is a snapshot of my last few days.

"Steal motorcycle?" I say. Cop laughs.

Do not have dress. High stress.

Delivery person runs late. Nap time.

Tied hair up. Elastic broke. Trouble.

Reunited with childhood movie. Thanks Netflix!

Runway is over, extra sleep tonight.

Pine tar. The same as steroids?

Critical shortage of coffee. Leave note.

Monday, October 23, 2006

Happy Birthday Kristin!!!

Last year you got a pregnancy free pass. This year, I was really afraid that I wouldn't be able to dig something up. The majority of my photos of you include your girls, and everyone is happy and smiley in those photos. Nobody wants to see that. At least not today.

I want to call this photo "The dark side of baby showers." Tired Mom plans and executes stunning baby shower for her younger sister: Must consume to chocolate lollipop shaped like a stuffed bear to get through the day.

I like that picture of you for today, I do. It is not your best angle, but it is clearly not your worst. What would be your worst? I guess we could debate about that, but I think that this picture might be a fair representation of worst.

My favorite part of this picture is that you took it yourself. Do self inflicted wounds hurt more? I think I want this as my wallpaper at work.

I might be glad that 500 miles divide us today.

Happy Birthday my sister!!!!

Saturday, October 21, 2006

Happy Birthday Abby!!!

My goddaughter, and niece, turns one today. She is one of the three cutest little girls on this planet, all of whom are my nieces.

I wish I was there to celebrate and eat Elmo cake with the rest of you!

Thursday, October 19, 2006

Too many books, read me your favorite line

I love to read. Books, magazines, blogs, I love them all. But between my daytime gig, and the waiting tables, and the studying, and the wedding planning, and the remains of a social life, I don't have much time for pleasure reading these days. A few weeks ago I subscribed to Daily Lit, a site that will email you a portion of a book everyday. All of the books are in the public domain. This means you are not going to find the new release by your favorite author there, but you will get almost all of the "classics." So every day, at your selected time, you get an email with part of the text of the book in it. The number of parts depends on the size of the book. Origin of the Species is over 200 parts, but Macbeth, which I have been reading, is only 27. It has been a long time since I have read any Shakespeare, so having it in small doses every day is helpful for comprehension. I have one piece to examine and analyze, without getting overwhelmed by the entire play. So for 5 minutes in the mid-morning I get me some of the Bard. Brilliant. The best part is that it is free!! So go sign up, and let me know what you pick. I will be shopping for a new title in a few days.

Wednesday, October 18, 2006

Last man standing

In the past hour I have gone from wanting to crawl into my television set and scream at "Bad Mommy" Laura, to jumping up and down in my living room singing the rocky theme song. I was so stressed for Jeffrey after last weeks show. How anyone thought he actually cheated is beyond me. In every episode he finished his design first. He was even the only one to hand sew his couture dress. The man is talented, and Laura jealousy pushed out the worst in her. The woman should have been eliminated as soon as her husband sat down in the crowd. You are trying to win a fashion competition and you let your husband leave the house in that tie? Dear God, that thing looked liked girl scout troop number 73 put it together, and then sold it at Walmart for a fundraiser. Oy, oy, oy.

Poor Michael. He is a nice guy, but his runway show was a bore. And tacky. America loves him, but America also loves NASCAR. Uli on the other hand, wow. That silver 60's mod number, the short dress with the long sleeves, Wow! Every woman wants to wear that dress. She has also become very lovable in these past few episodes, so if she had won I would have been very happy. But Jeffrey. Oh Jeffrey. He is not the "bad" guy the producers make him out to be. I love his story. I love his attitude. And I really love his clothes. From the detailing with the zippers, to the polka dotted dresses, so beautiful. Maybe he can do my bridesmaid dresses.

This last episode also solidified my love for Tim Gunn. The man is the most diplomatic, and genuinely caring individual on television. He almost cried when he told Jeffrey that he believed he didn't cheat.

I am so happy now. I am also so sad that I have no more Runway. What are we going to talk about on Thursday mornings at work??

Monday, October 16, 2006

This is the Sound of Settling

Baa bah

I am calling a truce. I have been at war with an entire state, and I am drafting a peace treaty. If you have been reading this blog for a while you may have picked up on my hatred for Maryland. It is kind of a Northern Virginia thing, to make fun of everyone, and everything, in Maryland. They probably do it to us NOVA people, but I wouldn't know. I don't really hang out with those kind. Ahem. Anyway, I have had my own reasons for disliking the state, which I don't feel like rehashing again.

The point is, I may have been going to the wrong places in Maryland. My camping trip to Assateague was great, the beach was brilliant. This past weekend Lauren and I went hiking in Cunningham Falls State Park, in northern Maryland, and it was also brilliant. The crisp autumn weather, and the changing leaves, made for a perfect hike. Then, our hungry hiker bellies ventured into the town of Frederick. We were admittedly shocked at the very cool downtown area. Fun shops (I bought jelly bracelets, are you jealous?), and hopping restaurants, in an old main street kind of town. It reminded me of New England, and I like that.

Perhaps it is too soon to say that I am at peace with Maryland. If I have learned nothing from the past few years, I know that "Staying the Course" is a valid tactical maneuver. Perhaps I should follow that example, but my gut is telling me otherwise. I must scale down my attacks on the state of "Manly deeds, Womanly words." So let's call this the end of major combat operations, shall we? Maryland and I can work together for a lasting peace. And as soon as she does something about that Peter Angelos clown, we will be money.

There are more photos on flickr.

Wednesday, October 11, 2006



When we got to NYC last week we headed up 7th Avenue towards the park. I know my way around the city well enough, but I didn't realize that we were heading straight into ground zero. No, not that ground zero. Ground zero for Project Runway. It was as if the gravitational force of Tim Gunn and Heidi Klum were pulling me towards them. Anyway, when I looked up and saw Parsons I about lost my voice. Dave had no idea what was going on, he just knew that I was only communicating with dogs and a rare form of canary at that point. When I finally calmed down enough to explain that we were standing across the street from the center of my TV universe, he refused to believe that I didn't plan it. I didn't care, because I was too busy looking for Tim Gunn.

Project Runway

One of the funny things, for me anyway, was that Red Lobster is about a block from Parsons. I could explain to you the significance of this, and its relationship to Santino and Andre, but if you aren't cool enough to know already, I won't waist my time.

The top dress form photo is my Photo Friday entry for thin. The students were working away on these forms, just a dozen feet up from the street, for the whole world to see. These headless forms always remind me of Owen Meany. I love that book. I love NY. I love Project Runway. You probably get that by now.

Monday, October 09, 2006

These boots were made for walking


You know you have lost your mind when...your sister calls you while you are shoe shopping, and you send her a photo of the boots you are trying on.

And then you blog about it.

Sunday, October 08, 2006

Empire Falls

Has anyone seen those Major League Baseball commercials for the playoffs? Tommy LaSorda goes around consoling people whose teams didn't make into the postseason. In one commercial he is in a dorm, and a female Red Sox fan has locked herself in the bathroom, and won't come out, because she is so upset about the miserable failure that is the 2006 Red Sox season. Tommy is trying to tell her it is OK, and seeks support from the other women in the hallway. One woman shrugs her shoulders and says "I'm from NY." Tommy immediately turns toward the bathroom, and says "October is about rooting against the Yankees" and the women comes out of the bathroom. That moment where she realizes that things are always better when the Yankees fail, that is how I feel right now. I can't say I am happy about this season. I stopped talking about it a while ago because it brought me too much angst to do so. But I can say that I feel better that the Yankees have blown it in the postseason for the sixth year in a row. Not good, but better.

It was painfully obvious this week that some former Red Sox players have brought their teams to the playoffs this year. Red Sox from the 2003, or 2004 season who are kicking ass in other places around the league. So I have compiled a list for you. All of these fine men were with the Red Sox in either 2003, or 2004, both years that they had amazing seasons.
San Diego Padres:
Alan Embree
Scott Williamson
Todd Walker
Dave Roberts
Mark Bellhorn

LA Dodgers
Derek Lowe
Nomar Garciaparra
Bill Mueller, I really miss Billy
Grady Little, not a player, just an all around waist of space

NY Mets
Pedro Martinez, He is hurt now, but he had a great season

NY Yankees
Some player whose name I can't bring myself to type.

This season sucked. August was particularly hard. I just wonder what it would have been like had we not let some of these people go. Not included in this list are Hanley Ramirez and Anibal Sanchez, who may have been part of the worst Red Sox trade in history. Let's see, Hanley scored 119 runs this year, while stealing 51 bases, and being a leading contender for NL Rookie of the Year. Anibal's record of 10-3 with only 18 starts this year ain't too shabby. When you consider that he has a 2.83 ERA, a 3-2 strike out to walk average, won NL Rookie of the month for September, and pitched a no-no this season, I think we could have used him. This deal may go down in Red Sox history as worse than the Bagwell trade.

I could go on, but I need to stop for the sake of my sanity. 2004 does feel like a dream. Only two seasons later and I am back to cursing my beloved boys. The new owners brought in so much hope and joy, only to tear it apart in a matter of a baseball minute.

But at least the Yankees lost.

Wednesday, October 04, 2006

Thank You, Thank You, Thank You

Thank you to everyone for all of the birthday love yesterday! Between the emails, and the phone calls, and the cards, and the comments, I really felt loved. Five different people, five, sang into my voice mail yesterday. And only three of them were related to me. I might combine them all and created a dance remix. NYC was so much fun, I could not have asked for a better birthday! Seriously, thank you guys, all of you. I know I left that grumpy post last week about turning thirty, but my life is so great. I really mean that. I am lucky to have so many people in my life that love me, I know that I am blessed.

Thank you, all of you.

Tuesday, October 03, 2006

At the end of the day you're another day older

It's official. I am thirty.

We are off to NYC to frolic and play, and do fun things to celebrate my birth. I hope to bring back some good pics, maybe even some good shoes...yes, my life is pretty awesome, even when I am old.

Monday, October 02, 2006

I might be turning thirty, but at least I still know good music

As of tonight, I have a new favorite band. Their name is Mohair, and they rocked out a twenty person show at Iota like they were playing Wembley stadium. Combine 1 part Queen, 1 part Duran Duran, 1 part The Monkees, and you have Mohair. I found myself rocking out and laughing during their performance. Listen to this band, they will not disappoint.