So yesterday. . . . . {birds twittering} um, yesterday was like, Monday.
I drove to my office that is in another town about 2 hours away and spent the day there, cheering on the guys I work with and creating fabulous documents in Print Shop and excel. ( I love me some excel spreadsheets!!!).
I talked to a friend in New York via email and it looks like this summer will be the first time several of my NYC pals will be able to meet up at the beach together at my parents house in North Carolina!!! I need to start stocking up on wine now so I don't hyperventilate at the licquor store in July when I buy what we neeeeeeeed for our liquid refreshment at beach prices!!!
So so far so good at heading backwords.
Tomorrow, we will once again move in both directions!
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Today is February 24th
Something happened in February. What was it??? working,,,, check. Valentines with my wonderful P, check. I am assuming it was cold. I know that February is short, but how in the world did the whole month go by so fast!!! This blogging is only going to work if something happens and I never planned to bore the interwebs with my love and adoration of my husband and our two dogs!!!! He does deserve it though and I plan on an ode to his wonderfulness later.
I have this secret plan to start a backwards Blog. To vow to post two entries every day, one that sums up the current day, and one that goes back in time.
I want to rememeber my life. The good times anyway and if I am brave enough, the not so good times. We will have to see. If we get through 1998 without anything that is sad and scary then you will know I have chickened out! Feel free to call me on that.
So. I have done todays post yay!!!!
No onward and backward!
I have this secret plan to start a backwards Blog. To vow to post two entries every day, one that sums up the current day, and one that goes back in time.
I want to rememeber my life. The good times anyway and if I am brave enough, the not so good times. We will have to see. If we get through 1998 without anything that is sad and scary then you will know I have chickened out! Feel free to call me on that.
So. I have done todays post yay!!!!
No onward and backward!
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
25 Random Things
This is from Facebook. I love facebook. I can catch up with friends and toss snowballs and share drinks and hugs and give plants and beat brains and block icky boys from high school. I actually only do the last one on this list. The other stuff is a timesuck of epic proportions and just weird me out.
I am starting to think I might be more popular now than I ever was in High School, due to the new practices of empafriending (friending people you may not remember from high school because you don't want to hurt their feelings) and quotafriending (friending friends of your friends you might remotely remember in order to have more friends on your friend list than that bitch Cathy from high school) Note - There is no Bitch named Cathy from my high school in real life. I made her up. There were Bitches with other names in High School but they shall remain nameless - For Now.....
Anyway, back to my random 25 things.
1. I may be from the South, but I am a NYC girl and always will be!
2. I love gardens, but have a black thumb.
3. I can finally bake my own bread (and rarely screw it up..... OK only sometimes screw it up)
4. I once had 6 piercings. (Although don't worry, none of them were in weird places, ew)
5. Unlike my friend Teal, I do not have a tattoo because I promised my mother I would not get one while she was in hospital.
6. I wish I could sing. Everyone that hears me sing, also wishes I could sing.
7. I still watch the Young & the Restless on SoapNet. Love that Victor Newman!
8. I am not sure that I know 25 random things about myself
9. Before moving to England, I owned at least 20 pairs of boots and countless pairs of shoes. Now that is random and I miss those Steve Madden's even if they hurt so bad I once had to go to Debenham's and buy yet ANOTHER pair of caramel colored boots just to get home!
10. I have been cleared by Secret Service to approach the President of the United States. It has been a while (Clinton) so that might not be true anymore.
11. I can't sleep on planes, but I can sleep in the car (which annoys my husband when I sleep in the car after we fly to England overnight!)
12. If I don't get coffee in the morning, I get a terrible headache. Can you say addiction???
13. I can rollerblade in NYC Traffic but once smashed a frog on the west side - sad clown. (Why was a frog on 9th Avenue?)
14. My favorite restaurant is/was El Cid in NYC. Oh how I miss the smack-taters... But not the extra body piercings that always seemed to happen after dinner here (See #4 and thankyouverymuch Jennifer G. OWWWW.)
15. I survived the water slide of death in the Bahamas at Paradise Island (and had a bruise on my ass to prove it that grossed out my doctor - and she delivers babies every day)
16. I never tan, I always burn.
17. I am afraid of sharks.
18. I hate emptying the dishwasher
19. I once met OJ Simpson (before he went all psycho glove modeling murderery on the world)
20. Like my Dad, I am an early riser.
21. Unlike my Dad, I can sleep all morning if I want to.
22. I have an entire plan for when I win the lottery, but almost never play.
23. Some of my best friends live entirely too far away from me.
24. My goal is to retire with my husband to Italy.
25. I read far too many blogs but did not want to start one because I thought/think mine would be boring. What is this? A Blog. Oh well. I am going to give it a shot.
wish me luck.
I am starting to think I might be more popular now than I ever was in High School, due to the new practices of empafriending (friending people you may not remember from high school because you don't want to hurt their feelings) and quotafriending (friending friends of your friends you might remotely remember in order to have more friends on your friend list than that bitch Cathy from high school) Note - There is no Bitch named Cathy from my high school in real life. I made her up. There were Bitches with other names in High School but they shall remain nameless - For Now.....
Anyway, back to my random 25 things.
1. I may be from the South, but I am a NYC girl and always will be!
2. I love gardens, but have a black thumb.
3. I can finally bake my own bread (and rarely screw it up..... OK only sometimes screw it up)
4. I once had 6 piercings. (Although don't worry, none of them were in weird places, ew)
5. Unlike my friend Teal, I do not have a tattoo because I promised my mother I would not get one while she was in hospital.
6. I wish I could sing. Everyone that hears me sing, also wishes I could sing.
7. I still watch the Young & the Restless on SoapNet. Love that Victor Newman!
8. I am not sure that I know 25 random things about myself
9. Before moving to England, I owned at least 20 pairs of boots and countless pairs of shoes. Now that is random and I miss those Steve Madden's even if they hurt so bad I once had to go to Debenham's and buy yet ANOTHER pair of caramel colored boots just to get home!
10. I have been cleared by Secret Service to approach the President of the United States. It has been a while (Clinton) so that might not be true anymore.
11. I can't sleep on planes, but I can sleep in the car (which annoys my husband when I sleep in the car after we fly to England overnight!)
12. If I don't get coffee in the morning, I get a terrible headache. Can you say addiction???
13. I can rollerblade in NYC Traffic but once smashed a frog on the west side - sad clown. (Why was a frog on 9th Avenue?)
14. My favorite restaurant is/was El Cid in NYC. Oh how I miss the smack-taters... But not the extra body piercings that always seemed to happen after dinner here (See #4 and thankyouverymuch Jennifer G. OWWWW.)
15. I survived the water slide of death in the Bahamas at Paradise Island (and had a bruise on my ass to prove it that grossed out my doctor - and she delivers babies every day)
16. I never tan, I always burn.
17. I am afraid of sharks.
18. I hate emptying the dishwasher
19. I once met OJ Simpson (before he went all psycho glove modeling murderery on the world)
20. Like my Dad, I am an early riser.
21. Unlike my Dad, I can sleep all morning if I want to.
22. I have an entire plan for when I win the lottery, but almost never play.
23. Some of my best friends live entirely too far away from me.
24. My goal is to retire with my husband to Italy.
25. I read far too many blogs but did not want to start one because I thought/think mine would be boring. What is this? A Blog. Oh well. I am going to give it a shot.
wish me luck.
Saturday, March 15, 2008
Hello? Hallooooo? Sigh.......
Well, our family has long since remarked that we should write this stuff down.... I always thought that my sister, the one with the Masters in English would do this, but since she is the one that provided 3 grandchildren and is currently the favorite child and busy doing a million things, I decided that the Black Sheep will speak!
Oh the stories to tell.
I was crowned the Black Sheep of the family when I up and left the south. I know. the horror.... When I was 22 or so, I packed up my Gold Toyota and moved to New York City. So glamorous - The East Side, The West Side, Madison Avenue, 5th Avenue, Tea at the Plaza. Well....... It was Hoboken, NJ actually, back before it was trendy and full of Starbucks and Gaps, and investment bankers. Then everyone there was either Puerto Rican or Italian and generally shady. We paid our rent to some old guy who sat at the Bar at the Clam Broth House every single night. My roommates were crazy dancers and the building had rats the size of well, just big rats, actually. My apartment back then (1992ish) had two bedrooms and a third bedroom the size of a large walk in closet and we three girls had a great time. The advent of the rats precipitated my move in with my then boyfriend, but that is another post that involves hot tubs, bad jewish decorating and a fat cat name beaubeau.
New York City was a $1 PATH ride away and the first stop in Manhattan was Christopher Street. My first day in Hoboken I was so excited I could not wait until 33rd Street but jumped out on Christopher, The real Village! Oh my God, the lovely brownstones, the bakeries! The arty coffee shops and since it was Christopher Street, The lovely Gay S & M Shops! My mother was going to be so proud.
At first I was nervous taking the PATH train late at night, so we usually went home as a group. However, TRUE LOVE infected my roommate, Pam, who was in love/lust with a bartender from the Red Lion ( I think it was the Red Lion, I am not sure, but anyway, let's say his name was Joe) Well we sat there and she made goo goo eyes at Joe while he worked and I sat beside her, having fun, watching the crowd, nursing a beer, and wondering when we were going to head home. Yawn, googley eyes continued, whispers across the bar, smiles and laughs while I good naturedly (and stupidly) just waited around to head home with Pam.
It finally dawned on me at 2am that Pam might be staying in the city tonight. Her smiles and giggles and flirting had paid off, and suddenly, they were both staring at this embarrassingly obvious third wheel, wondering who invited her and I thought for a minute Pam was going to vote me invisible and leave me there without a backward glance. Well, I was stupid but I was (finally) observant. As the bar lights popped on full and I looked around to see we were the last ones there, I stood up to head home, figuring I had to brave the trains on my own at some point when another bartender took pity on me and offered to walk me to the train.
He was so nice, we chatted the few blocks, about music and living in New York, and how the trains were really safe, but slow on the weekends, etc., etc. and it occurred to me how pleased my mother would have been to know I had such a gentlemanly escort to the train. Not even a kiss goodnight, just a smile and a wave and I don't think I ever saw him again. But I will never forget that guy. I called my Mom the next day to tell her not to worry, New York was full of gentlemen who actually walked girls home! She was so happy, I know she called all her friends to tell them the story - Nice boys, safe neighborhoods! Lovely brownstones, coffeeshops, bookstores. (I may have skipped over The Leatherman's whips and chains)
I also may have neglected to tell my mother a few details but details schmetails - he was polite, he was my stalwart defender against the jackals and weirdos of the West Village. So what if his black leather pants were so tight he had a lycra crotch sewn in so he could move his legs. I mean he may have had hair down to his, erm, nipple rings but it was long and blond and flowing and frankly, I think we discussed hair products for part of the trip. What are a few earrings these days? OK, quite a lot of earrings, at least 30 I think he said, and the chain to the nose ring was different. It is good to be different, right?
My mother is still so proud.
Oh the stories to tell.
I was crowned the Black Sheep of the family when I up and left the south. I know. the horror.... When I was 22 or so, I packed up my Gold Toyota and moved to New York City. So glamorous - The East Side, The West Side, Madison Avenue, 5th Avenue, Tea at the Plaza. Well....... It was Hoboken, NJ actually, back before it was trendy and full of Starbucks and Gaps, and investment bankers. Then everyone there was either Puerto Rican or Italian and generally shady. We paid our rent to some old guy who sat at the Bar at the Clam Broth House every single night. My roommates were crazy dancers and the building had rats the size of well, just big rats, actually. My apartment back then (1992ish) had two bedrooms and a third bedroom the size of a large walk in closet and we three girls had a great time. The advent of the rats precipitated my move in with my then boyfriend, but that is another post that involves hot tubs, bad jewish decorating and a fat cat name beaubeau.
New York City was a $1 PATH ride away and the first stop in Manhattan was Christopher Street. My first day in Hoboken I was so excited I could not wait until 33rd Street but jumped out on Christopher, The real Village! Oh my God, the lovely brownstones, the bakeries! The arty coffee shops and since it was Christopher Street, The lovely Gay S & M Shops! My mother was going to be so proud.
At first I was nervous taking the PATH train late at night, so we usually went home as a group. However, TRUE LOVE infected my roommate, Pam, who was in love/lust with a bartender from the Red Lion ( I think it was the Red Lion, I am not sure, but anyway, let's say his name was Joe) Well we sat there and she made goo goo eyes at Joe while he worked and I sat beside her, having fun, watching the crowd, nursing a beer, and wondering when we were going to head home. Yawn, googley eyes continued, whispers across the bar, smiles and laughs while I good naturedly (and stupidly) just waited around to head home with Pam.
It finally dawned on me at 2am that Pam might be staying in the city tonight. Her smiles and giggles and flirting had paid off, and suddenly, they were both staring at this embarrassingly obvious third wheel, wondering who invited her and I thought for a minute Pam was going to vote me invisible and leave me there without a backward glance. Well, I was stupid but I was (finally) observant. As the bar lights popped on full and I looked around to see we were the last ones there, I stood up to head home, figuring I had to brave the trains on my own at some point when another bartender took pity on me and offered to walk me to the train.
He was so nice, we chatted the few blocks, about music and living in New York, and how the trains were really safe, but slow on the weekends, etc., etc. and it occurred to me how pleased my mother would have been to know I had such a gentlemanly escort to the train. Not even a kiss goodnight, just a smile and a wave and I don't think I ever saw him again. But I will never forget that guy. I called my Mom the next day to tell her not to worry, New York was full of gentlemen who actually walked girls home! She was so happy, I know she called all her friends to tell them the story - Nice boys, safe neighborhoods! Lovely brownstones, coffeeshops, bookstores. (I may have skipped over The Leatherman's whips and chains)
I also may have neglected to tell my mother a few details but details schmetails - he was polite, he was my stalwart defender against the jackals and weirdos of the West Village. So what if his black leather pants were so tight he had a lycra crotch sewn in so he could move his legs. I mean he may have had hair down to his, erm, nipple rings but it was long and blond and flowing and frankly, I think we discussed hair products for part of the trip. What are a few earrings these days? OK, quite a lot of earrings, at least 30 I think he said, and the chain to the nose ring was different. It is good to be different, right?
My mother is still so proud.
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