Friday, February 27, 2009

Hangin' with the Beaver Boys this evening!

(real identities withheld)

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

I will be watching this tonight...

...just as soon as I can tear myself away from the world wide web.

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Look and act like Carrie Bradshaw, I do not (not to mention I also do not have her income - you could feed a small country with the amount that lady spends on shoes) - so that makes it okay that I am upset about not being able to find my black Barbara Moss sweater. That's right - Barbara Moss. I bet some of you don't even remember when they had stores in the mall...

Anyway, it seems to have been lost in the shuffle of Canton, Plattsburgh, Canton, Plattsburgh. Which leads me to the next question...what am I gonna wear tomorrow?!

In hopes of not thinking about it anymore...

I cried for you today and I didn't even know you. I hope by some grace of the cosmos that you weren't aware of what was happening. If someone took away the person I wanted to walk this journey with and the one we had already begun, I would be paralyzed.

I listened to one of the birthday mixes J had made me this morning on my drive and every song made me wonder if I would ever be able to listen to them again if something happened, or if they would forever turn me into a sobbing mess.

"To lead a better life, I need my love to be here.
Here, making each day of the year,
Changing my life with a wave of her hand.
Nobody can deny that there's something there.
There, running my hands through her hair,
Both of us thinking how good it can be.
Someone is speaking but she doesn't know he's there.
I want her ev'rywhere, and if she's beside me I know I need never care,
But to love her is to need her ev'rywhere,
Knowing that love is to share,
Each one believing that love never dies,
Watching her eyes and hoping I'm always there.
To be there and ev'rywhere,
Here, there and ev'rywhere.
-The Beatles

Monday, February 23, 2009

Remember the Wuzzles?

I guess I wish we had taken the time to paint these walls. Wood paneling is just not my thing. I always meant to get around to it. But I think dwelling on this thought is about 3 and a half years too late. I just really miss my "bee pollen" kitchen...

Sunday, February 22, 2009

February 22

There once was a story of a 23 year old gal, two months shy of her 24th birthday. She talked to a man in a dimly lit bar that she'd talked to before...that night would become something...

There once was a story of a gal two months shy of her 29th birthday...and she and the man from the dimly lit bar were living happily ever after...

Saturday, February 21, 2009

We just watched Vicky Christina Barcelona and it was totally awesome! Sexy, romantic, funny...not to mention that virtually no one in that movie is hard the eyes! I think I will make it a life goal to see every movie Woody Allen has made. So far I have two under my belt (pathetic, I know). But I loved both of them!

Friday, February 20, 2009

Thursday, February 19, 2009

And just like that...

...there was snow again...

Something I wouldn't mind having...

Wall to wall built in bookshelves....beautiful...
The bottom shelves even hold records! How perfect is that? I mean yeah, we already have a pretty awesome record shelf, but this is built in!
What? A girl can dream, can't she?

Musings on a Thursday...

I am trying to get myself motivated to do some homework over break. The one thing I would really like to do is get my fake GPL (general price list) done for my fake funeral (class). The GPL is basically like a menu for a funeral home - would you like a register book with that casket? It got me to thinking about life. Life, if looked at it from a certain way, could have it's own GPL. Would you like kids with that husband? No, maybe just a dog? One car garage or 2? Apartment or house with fence? Are we all just picking out things on the menu?

I've picked out a husband, 2 kitties, and couple crappy apartments from the menu, if that's the case (not to mention a few paranoias I've picked up along the way that weren't on the menu, such as, are my gums receding? What's that pain in my side? Why are my ears ringing? When will my liver say enough? I think I have a blood clot...).

Just a thought, life = menu...or maybe just a bad analogy :)

Also, today is my parents 37th wedding anniversary. That's a whole lotta years being in love with each other...They got married in a blizzard and never looked back, they are amazing...

Wednesday, February 18, 2009


Also, be proud...

...I stopped myself from buying martini glasses today, as well as new wine glasses!

(in all fairness, the wine glasses were stemless and then I would have gotten rid of our existing wine glasses that J doesn't really like in the first place, but took 4 years to tell me)

Curiousity from a size 7

As I find myself living the life of a late twenty something's gal, I realize things aren't as they once were. I no longer have the body of an eighteen year old. Despite eating better and exercising more than I ever have, I can't seem to shake this. The sides are slimming down but not the "cute little pot" out in front. What gives? In high school I was a size zero - a zero! Who ever thought that was even a size? Zero is nothing, how can the powers that be put a measurement of a lady's waist in that? Well, years later and 7 sizes bigger, I find myself wondering - when do we finally (if at all) start to love the skin we're in?

The answer, I realize is quite individual and (for some) personal. But I'm curious, if this is just me and it's never going to look any better (I don't mean that as harshly as it sounds - I do walk confidently down any given street), when will I be okay with that? This is certainly not a pity party, mind you, I'm sure I'm happier with gravity than some, but still - do we ever think we're alright? Don't get me wrong, there are tons of things about me I wouldn't ever change, but when do we let go of those things and focus on only what we can change?

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

But the Superman cape is staying

Cosmo in a margarita glass, why not? I find that in order to go through my closet, it's always best to have a drink with me. It seems to make me more alright with the fact that I will never be an H&M extra small again. It also makes me realize that I will probably never wear that Brett Favre jersey anytime this century (have I ever worn it?) or the thrift store jem I just had to have even though I knew it didn't look right on me, but hey, it was only a buck!

Dead Air

I've been thinking a lot lately about moving. It's dawned on me that I am quite the pack rat. From old recites and movie stubs to empty glass bottles that I just thought were pretty. I have acquired so much stuff in these short almost 29 years, I can barely fit another glass in the cupboard. So my question is: When it comes to moving on, how do you decide what to take with you into the new life, and what to leave behind?

There's always that nagging inside of me just as the object leaves my hand on its' way to garbage bag heaven that screams, "Wait! You might be able to use that in 5 years!" Then it starts me thinking, "could I?" There's so much stuff that logically, I know I will never use or need again. But how do you settle that with in yourself? Emotionally and physically, it almost becomes like shedding your skin. You know it's good for you to get rid of it, but you're still a little sad to see it go. My goal is to become less materialistic with the things I need to buy, buy, buy. Less is better, and I really do believe that. I feel really great once I've cleaned out a huge chunk of the past (i.e. a portion of the closet), it's just the initial nudge to start digging at it, that's the hardest. I appreciate having space that is just empty, it helps clear my head a little. It's just getting there, that's the problem....


Paterson increases salaries for top aides

Do they really need that money? Cause I sure could use it more than them I bet! Seriously, what the eff?! He should go give that money to people standing in line at local soup kitchens in Albany because they can't afford to eat!!!!!!!! But no, I understand, it's easier to go ahead and let the rich people get even richer...

Where's Robin Hood when you need him?

Monday, February 16, 2009

One more for you...

"I've lost my mind on what I'd find
And all of the pressure that I left behind
On Allison Road
Fools in the rain if the sun gets through
Fire's in the heaven of the eyes I knew
On Allison Road
Dark clouds file in when the moon is near
Birds fly by A.M. in her bedroom stare
There was no tellin' what I might find
I couldn't see I was lost at the time...
Yeah I didn't know I was lost at the time
On Allison Road
So she fills up her sails with my wasted breath
And each one's more wasted than the other you can bet
On Allison Road
Now I can't hide so why not drive
I know I want to love her but I can't decide
On Allison Road
I didn't know I was lost at the time
So I went looking for an exit sign
All I wanted to find tonight..."

And this one is spelled the right way and we used to sing this at the top of our lungs...
(and I still listen to the Gin Blossoms)

For you on your birthday,,,

"...I'm not going to get too sentimental
like those other sticky valentines,
'cause I don't know if you've been loving somebody.
I only know it isn't mine.
Alison, I know this world is killing you.
Oh, Alison, my aim is true..."

Change the spelling and the world is not killing you, but still it's cool to have Mr. Costello sing a song with your name in it.
Happy birthday my darling younger sister, happy birthday.

A couple of things I don't understand...

One being, how do two submarines crash into one another? The anti-sonar that the subs have as part of their defenses are being called, "too effective." Still, you don't think someone would notice a big huge SUBMARINE coming at you?

To me this is right up there with my understanding of how people get hit by trains (the ones that aren't doing it to off themselves). I love reading peoples responses when they say, "I just didn't see it," or, "I just didn't hear it coming." How does that happen? I'm really curious about this. I would think once the feeling of the tracks below your feet started to vibrate and you heard a rumbling coming from a far off distance, you might put two and two together, but no. You stand there and get hit by a train.

Yup, these are the things that keep me up at night...

Sunday, February 15, 2009

Maximum relaxation by Yoshi and Poopy

Yesterday (v-day) we all just sat around and enjoyed each others company...

Saturday, February 14, 2009

Romance shomance

St. Valentine's Day Massacre with Pictures - 1929 - Al Capone True Crime Story

A True Crime Story of Guns and Gangsters

One February evening in North Chicago, seven well-dressed men were found riddled with bullets inside the S.M.C Cartage Co. garage. They had been lined up against a wall, with their backs to their executioners and shot to death. With the exception of Dr. Reinhardt H. Schwimmer these men were mobsters working under the leadership of gangster and bootlegger, "Bugs" Moran. Within a few seconds, while staring at a bare brick wall, these seven men had become a part of Valentine's Day history: the St. Valentine's Day Massacre.

For the rest of the story, click on the photo or the text. Pretty wild if you ask me. This is way more entertaining than hearts and chocolates.

J and I celebrated Friday the 13th yesterday by killing zombies and watching Assault on Precinct 13 (the original). I had trouble falling asleep after that because I kept thinking hoodlums were trying to break into our apartment and all I had to defend myself with was my cup of water and maybe Yoshi (the man sleeping soundly beside would have been no use to me, given the whole sound asleep thing).

Happy V Day, and by that I mean vagina.

Friday, February 13, 2009

Why I'm starting to love Seth Myers...

"And, really... If you're at a party and you see Michael Phelps smoking a bong and your first thought isn't, Wow, I get to party with Michael Phelps, and instead you take a picture and sell it to a tabloid, you should take a long look in the mirror because you're a DICK. I mean, really!?!"

Ronettes star Bennett dies at 67

Ronnie Bennett (l) her sister Estelle (r)

Thursday, February 12, 2009

Oh my goodness!

With all this rain, there is virtually no bird poop remaining on my car. This is amazing! I feel like it's been there for so long and I just sort of hoped it would magically go away, and now it has. Also, I start my break in 14 hours!

Unrelated: whenever any of the kids (18-20 yr. old) I go to school with find out how old I am (after already knowing I'm married), their next question is always, "so, when are you gonna have kids?" How do you get someone who is so unlike you to wrap their head around, "we're not....really....conventional." Why are we weird to them?

Someone actually asked me today (he's 19 mind you), "well, you own a house right?" His face had bewilderment all over it when I said no, and then added that we had no real ambition to do so. All of a sudden I saw "white picket fence, wife, 2.5 kids" in this guys eyes of how he thinks it should be.

Moments like that (blowing the mind of a not-even-20-something) make me so happy to be exactly the way I am.

The end.
I can only flare my nostrils when I'm touching them.
I don't know why.

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Kris: Are you trying to kill me?
Me: Yes, slowly.

I'm too lazy to actually look, but

I wonder what these guys are up to.
I am being fooled by the melting snow and rainy weather. It feels like the end of March rather than February.

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Ooh, just one more thing!

This weekend, I think I want to try a vodka tonic.
Both things I enjoy - how could this not work out?

Want Ad (and then I'm calling it a night)

Girl wants someone to play Gin with.
Has wine, will travel.

My wish

#1 is that I wish I was home.
#2 is that if I can't be home, then I wish I didn't have to get up for school in the morning and that I could just stay up all night and watch my stories...

(this is why it's good that I usually don't have the internet in Canton, b/c obviously I'm spending all my time online!)

I can't help but wonder... many things happen during the day that play a pivotal role in who we become?

This Friday is Friday the 13th

Just so no one forgets...
don't get scared now...
Did I mention I get to go home in 2 days?

I have a really bad song in my head

"Talk to me
like lovers do...
walk with me
like lovers do..."

Those are the only words I really know so I just keep repeating them over and over. Could I have a worse song in my head? I'm sure the answer is yes, but still...

Tuesday: Twin Peaks Edition

Special Agent Dale Cooper and Sheriff Harry S. Truman
AKA: I have the internet in my apartment for a second (again).

Can we say excited?

T minus 2 days til I start my winter break (a whole week off already!). I am totally stoked! Hopefully J will be able to find the House of the Dead video game we want so our weekend can be consumed by killing zombies!

Monday, February 9, 2009

Broken Social Scene

Is an awesome band to listen to in the morning on the way back to Canton just as the sun is rising. It totally got me pumped for the day and the rest of the drive! I dare to say it was invigerating~

Just because...

I have a ton of bird poop on my car, why do creepy middle aged men feel like that is an invitation to strike up a conversation about it? I know it's there and I don't think you're being cute or funny. Do you really wanna talk about shit?

I need to wash my car, but obviously I am past the point of caring how it looks...

Sunday, February 8, 2009

Poopy likes to read the blog too.

There is nothing I like better than staying in on a Saturday night, having some (lots of) drinks, playing some video games, listening to some music, watching some Twin Peaks, and hanging out in pajamas.

Saturday, February 7, 2009

Have I mentioned how much we love Battlestar Galactica?

Michael: Dwight, oh ho, Dwight, Dwight, my loyal compadre. You and I are hangin' tonight. The two of us. We are celebrating our freedom and our manhood. You know what? Why don't we watch that show that you've been wanting to watch, that stupid Battleship Galaxy.
Dwight: Battlestar Galactica.
Michael: That's, whatever stupid show you want-

But seriously, we do.

God hates Plattsburgh

Anti-gay group headed to Plattsburgh again

Friday, February 6, 2009

As I live & breathe you have killed me, you have killed me

If love were an ocean liner, I'd sink to the bottom...

What does that mean? I don't know, but it sounds cool right?

Dear Weather,

I have way more t-shirts than I do sweaters (which doesn't really make sense given the climate I live in). So I feel like I'm really beginning to recycle my winter outfits too much. What I'm trying to say is that I would like to be able to wear t-shirts again soon.
So, um, weather, do you think you could get on that kinda soon? Thanks.

The original

"Nobody puts Swayze in a coffin."

-Team Scuba

Thursday, February 5, 2009

I love Thursdays!

I get to go home! This Thursday is looking particularly nice because it's so sunny out. Driving home, with good music, with the sun shining - awesome. Looking forward to a tasty dinner w/ a tasty man :)

Yesterday I had my first mock arrangement conference. I was the assistant director. It was kinda weird, funny, awkward...

I'm really liking all my classes this semester. They're all about death and funeral stuff, so that makes it fun.

I watched Garden State last night. I had forgotten how much I like that movie.

Tom, get your plane right on time.
I know your partll go fine.
Fly down to mexico.
Da-n-da-da-n-da-n-da-da and here I am,
The only living boy in new york.
I get the news I need on the weather report.
I can gather all the news I need on the weather report.
Hey, Ive got nothing to do today but smile.
Da-n-da-da-n-da-da-n-da-da here I am
The only living boy in new york
Half of the time were gone but we dont know where,
And we dont know here.
Tom, get your plane right on time.
I know youve been eager to fly now.
Hey let your honesty shine, shine, shine
Like it shines on me
The only living boy in new york,
The only living boy in new york.
-Simon & Garfunkel

Monday, February 2, 2009

Who puts the "pit" in Pittsburgh?

I do not consider myself a patriotic person per se, but there are a few things I love about this country.
  • Converse sneakers
  • 4th of July fireworks (um, any fireworks really)
  • Twin Peaks
  • The Boss
  • Coors light beer
  • the Superbowl (to name a few)

Yes, the Superbowl, I love watching it and sometimes even get emotional while the winning team makes their winning speeches. I think it's all part of living here (maybe). I love watching the half time show (most of the time), drinking beer, eating snacks, and being among good company.

(I also like long walks on the beach and holding hands while watching the sunset) Well, not so much.

That's me being funny, see? I for took sleep in order to stay in the 'burgh last night and watch the game and to spend more time w/ the J man, Poopy, and the Bird. I made the right decision. The less nights spent in Canton, the better.

Happy Groundhogs Day!

Sadly, Punxsutawney Phil saw his shadow...
Also, I will be watching this movie today.

Sunday, February 1, 2009

Lunch of champions

Grilled cheese and tomato soup...does it get any better? Well, the answer is yes, when you have an afternoon of relaxation, veggie stir fry for dinner followed by Batman on the Wii, another night of vodka & cranberries, Twin Peaks, and Star Trek Next Generation (mostly from the comfort of our couch).

Life is good. I love Saturdays.

Bet you didn't know we have Beatles figurines

Well, we do.

Who doesn't love a picture of kitties?