For the rest of us........I give you........................chicken.
http://isotropic.org/papers/chicken.pdf
and yes......there is a lecture (Thank you God)
Wednesday, May 29, 2013
Nerd Humor
If you have never sat through an excruciatingly painful lecture or written a paper that made want to hang yourself, you just won't get it.
For the rest of us........I give you........................chicken.
http://isotropic.org/papers/chicken.pdf
and yes......there is a lecture (Thank you God)
For the rest of us........I give you........................chicken.
http://isotropic.org/papers/chicken.pdf
and yes......there is a lecture (Thank you God)
Tuesday, May 28, 2013
Career Highpoint
One of my old high school friends is in advertising.
He posts stuff sometimes and well.....it's advertising
but tonight he posted his latest and I must say.....................BRAVA!!!!!!
http://www.adweek.com/adfreak/atlantas-most-infamous-stripper-pimps-charity-advertising-contest-149797
He posts stuff sometimes and well.....it's advertising
but tonight he posted his latest and I must say.....................BRAVA!!!!!!
http://www.adweek.com/adfreak/atlantas-most-infamous-stripper-pimps-charity-advertising-contest-149797
Monday, May 27, 2013
old stuff
I have never considered myself a writer but I have always written.
Lately I have been cleaning out some things and I found this.
It's a little disjointed, but I like it. Maybe I will start working on it again
My apartment is so small. There is a small twin bed, two windows, a dresser, a sink and a hot plate. seriously a hot plate. The sink has a naked bulb above it and the bathroom is down the hall.
I'm not so sure about this.
Wait, get a grip, the apartment sucks, yes, but the building is wonderful. There is an amazing roof garden, with trees and beautiful flowers and the facade of the building rises up to form these incredible arches. Oh, there is also a perfect view of the Empire State Building. I sit at dusk watching the city come to life, That’s the thing about New York, it comes alive at night, you can taste it. The hum of electricity, the ebb and flow of the crowds. The drudgery of the day is giving way to the energy of the night and it is glorious. The city almost sings. So here I sit, alone on a roof in Manhattan, about to begin the most incredible journey of my life, but where to begin. Hmm, maybe a little walk is in order. I head towards the elevator and as the doors open I see Rufus, the door man. He is obviously agitated and looks at me furiously
"Why you be up here when you know I'm bringing your bags"
"I'm sorry, it’s my first night here, I just wanted to se- "
"Never mind that, come down, we can't leave them bags in the hall, someone will take em".
Rufus rushes me onto the elevator, he's a little pushy. As the doors open on my floor, there is an old woman digging thru my bags Rufus bellows at her
"SHOO, Get away from there"
I'm in too much shock to do anything. The woman scurries off down the hall. Rufus turns towards me and laughs
"Oh child, don't worry, she's harmless, but she'll take your stuff. Watch her" "Come on now, lets get this inside."
Rufus tells me her name is Margaret Simmons, she has lived here since 1958. He has been working here for 15 years and had never been inside her apartment. We are not in Kansas anymore kiddies. For some reason I don't feel like a walk anymore, that warm loving feeling that New York had earlier has suddenly given way to a big, dark scary place. I think I will sleep tonight and try again tomorrow.
WOW it is loud here. The hum never stops and it gets louder as the night goes on. There is no AC in my apartment so closing the window is out of the question. But honestly, it doesn't matter, open or closed the constant noise is going to get in. I roll over and notice that smell again. Great, it's not a one-time thing.
Must find coffee. I head down to the corner store, or as it is called here, the Bodega. I ask the man for a bagel and coffee.
"Regular?"
"what?"
"regular, the coffee!"
"Oh, um no, milk and sugar please"
He snickers and makes my coffee. I have obviously made a cultural error. I leave with my little brown bag and blue coffee cup slightly confused. I head west, I know the library is somewhere that way. I make it to the beautiful steps and stop to eat my breakfast. Maybe I have bitten off more than I can chew, maybe this is all a mistake, I don't know anyone here, its big and scary and overwhelming.
Damn this is a good bagel.
"Good morning Blondie". The guy at the bodega calls me that now, I don't know why, but I like having a nickname. The job hunt is exhausting. Everywhere I go people want to remind me how hard NYC is. The funny thing is, I have yet to meet anyone originally from here. What; like you can make it but I can't, do I look that weak! It's ok, something great will come along.
In the meantime I have discovered the coolest thing. You can decorate your entire apartment off the street. Last week I saw a little kitchen table and chair next to a pile of trash. It was perfect, granted it only had one chair but I don't think more than one person can fit in my apartment anyway. Yesterday I found a great piece of art, it had a little food on it, but I cleaned it up and it's wonderful. I am also meeting people, There are two Japanese students that live down the hall, Yuki and Sano, Saano, Sono, whatever. They want to take me out. They speak very little English but they love DISCO, so they are taking me to a Disco. Should be fun.
Its 10pm and Yuki and whatsherface are no where to be found. I am so pissed. I was really looking forward to "the disco".
Maybe a little take out and a movie. As I am heading out the door I see Yuki and Saaawhatever. "Hi" "Hi" "Hi" wow Japanese girls smile and giggle a lot. "I thought we were going out" More smiling and giggling "You so silly, it early to go, we come by your place at midnight, OK".
Ok, good, I was now looking forward to take out.
Yum, pot stickers are so good and now I can get them 24 hours a day right on the corner. I love it here.
Knock, knock, giggle….wow 12:01, punctual. "Hi" "Hi" "Hi" "Why you wearing THAT!" exclaims Yuki. I have on jeans, a cute t-shirt and black flats. "What's wrong with this"
“No, it all wrong".
They open my closet and pull out everything black and small. They begin throwing pieces of clothing around my place, "Maybe, Yes, no,no,no" "Oh this very good". Whatsherface is holding a tiny black skirt that I have not worn since 1986.
"There is no way my butt is going to fit in that thing"
"you not that big, it will work"; Is that a compliment?
20 minutes later and I look like a whore. I have on a skirt that barely covers my ass, a low cut blouse and purple high heel ankle boots.
I am certain to meet my future husband in this outfit.
The girls completely ignore my protests and shove me into the cab. We show up at what appears to be an abandoned building but for all the people hanging outside. Everyone is wearing jeans and cute flats, I feel like an ass. Yuki pushes past the crowd and kisses a very tall, masculine woman with blue hair. Just like that we are headed up stairs to the sound of thumping music, oh I get it now. After paying the $20.00 to get into this delightful establishment, I am now being told my watered down vodka and cranberry served in an elegant plastic cup is $12.00.
"WHAT?"
"$12"
"NO I JUST WANT ONE DRINK"
"YEAH HONEY, $12"
Holy shit! In addition I have lost Yuki and whatsherface. I see whatsherface an hour later in the balcony dancing with some guy. She waves and makes a dancing /flailing motion towards me. This is really not my scene.
Then I see him, he's cute, he's smiling, I'm smiling Oh god he's coming over. "Hi" "Hi" "Can I buy you a drink?" "Sure"
Oh this is good, he's tall, he's good looking but not outrageously beautiful, good.
"What's your name?"
'Tat"
"What?"
"Tat, like tattoo"
"Your name is tattoo!"
"Just call me T"
"Oh, I'm David"
"Nice to meet you, David"
"Do you want to go somewhere we can talk?"
"Oh, does this place have a lounge?"
"What?"
"Somewhere we can talk, a lounge?"
He has a strange smile on his face and leans in very close to me.
"No, do you want to get out of here?"
He pulls away from me and gives me THAT look. What! I have spent all of two seconds with this man and he thinks he is getting lucky.
"I am not really comfortable with that but if you'd like my phone number I can-"
He's walking away. What just happened, I am so confused and very aware of how naked I am.
I wake up with a pounding headache and techno still thumping in my ears. That horrible smell is back. GOOD GOD, WHAT IS THAT!!?!? Ugh, whatever, this will not deter me. I have a meeting today with the Vice President. That’s right I am now employed at a fantastic international company….and I am running late, crap.
"Morning Blondie"
"Morning Gaspar". I don't even have to order anymore, coffee -milk and sugar, toasted bagel cream cheese, familiar is good.
"Big day huh?" Gaspar asks. It must be the awesome suit I am wearing.
"Oh Gaspar it's so great" I say as I am heading for the door "I may get invited to go to Paris . I will keep you posted".
"Good luck Blondie" I hear as I head out the door. I must say I do look fantastic. I have on a gorgeous tan suit with brown snakeskin heels. The heels aren't real snakeskin but so what, someday they will be.
Lately I have been cleaning out some things and I found this.
It's a little disjointed, but I like it. Maybe I will start working on it again
My apartment is so small. There is a small twin bed, two windows, a dresser, a sink and a hot plate. seriously a hot plate. The sink has a naked bulb above it and the bathroom is down the hall.
I'm not so sure about this.
Wait, get a grip, the apartment sucks, yes, but the building is wonderful. There is an amazing roof garden, with trees and beautiful flowers and the facade of the building rises up to form these incredible arches. Oh, there is also a perfect view of the Empire State Building. I sit at dusk watching the city come to life, That’s the thing about New York, it comes alive at night, you can taste it. The hum of electricity, the ebb and flow of the crowds. The drudgery of the day is giving way to the energy of the night and it is glorious. The city almost sings. So here I sit, alone on a roof in Manhattan, about to begin the most incredible journey of my life, but where to begin. Hmm, maybe a little walk is in order. I head towards the elevator and as the doors open I see Rufus, the door man. He is obviously agitated and looks at me furiously
"Why you be up here when you know I'm bringing your bags"
"I'm sorry, it’s my first night here, I just wanted to se- "
"Never mind that, come down, we can't leave them bags in the hall, someone will take em".
Rufus rushes me onto the elevator, he's a little pushy. As the doors open on my floor, there is an old woman digging thru my bags Rufus bellows at her
"SHOO, Get away from there"
I'm in too much shock to do anything. The woman scurries off down the hall. Rufus turns towards me and laughs
"Oh child, don't worry, she's harmless, but she'll take your stuff. Watch her" "Come on now, lets get this inside."
Rufus tells me her name is Margaret Simmons, she has lived here since 1958. He has been working here for 15 years and had never been inside her apartment. We are not in Kansas anymore kiddies. For some reason I don't feel like a walk anymore, that warm loving feeling that New York had earlier has suddenly given way to a big, dark scary place. I think I will sleep tonight and try again tomorrow.
WOW it is loud here. The hum never stops and it gets louder as the night goes on. There is no AC in my apartment so closing the window is out of the question. But honestly, it doesn't matter, open or closed the constant noise is going to get in. I roll over and notice that smell again. Great, it's not a one-time thing.
Must find coffee. I head down to the corner store, or as it is called here, the Bodega. I ask the man for a bagel and coffee.
"Regular?"
"what?"
"regular, the coffee!"
"Oh, um no, milk and sugar please"
He snickers and makes my coffee. I have obviously made a cultural error. I leave with my little brown bag and blue coffee cup slightly confused. I head west, I know the library is somewhere that way. I make it to the beautiful steps and stop to eat my breakfast. Maybe I have bitten off more than I can chew, maybe this is all a mistake, I don't know anyone here, its big and scary and overwhelming.
Damn this is a good bagel.
"Good morning Blondie". The guy at the bodega calls me that now, I don't know why, but I like having a nickname. The job hunt is exhausting. Everywhere I go people want to remind me how hard NYC is. The funny thing is, I have yet to meet anyone originally from here. What; like you can make it but I can't, do I look that weak! It's ok, something great will come along.
In the meantime I have discovered the coolest thing. You can decorate your entire apartment off the street. Last week I saw a little kitchen table and chair next to a pile of trash. It was perfect, granted it only had one chair but I don't think more than one person can fit in my apartment anyway. Yesterday I found a great piece of art, it had a little food on it, but I cleaned it up and it's wonderful. I am also meeting people, There are two Japanese students that live down the hall, Yuki and Sano, Saano, Sono, whatever. They want to take me out. They speak very little English but they love DISCO, so they are taking me to a Disco. Should be fun.
Its 10pm and Yuki and whatsherface are no where to be found. I am so pissed. I was really looking forward to "the disco".
Maybe a little take out and a movie. As I am heading out the door I see Yuki and Saaawhatever. "Hi" "Hi" "Hi" wow Japanese girls smile and giggle a lot. "I thought we were going out" More smiling and giggling "You so silly, it early to go, we come by your place at midnight, OK".
Ok, good, I was now looking forward to take out.
Yum, pot stickers are so good and now I can get them 24 hours a day right on the corner. I love it here.
Knock, knock, giggle….wow 12:01, punctual. "Hi" "Hi" "Hi" "Why you wearing THAT!" exclaims Yuki. I have on jeans, a cute t-shirt and black flats. "What's wrong with this"
“No, it all wrong".
They open my closet and pull out everything black and small. They begin throwing pieces of clothing around my place, "Maybe, Yes, no,no,no" "Oh this very good". Whatsherface is holding a tiny black skirt that I have not worn since 1986.
"There is no way my butt is going to fit in that thing"
"you not that big, it will work"; Is that a compliment?
20 minutes later and I look like a whore. I have on a skirt that barely covers my ass, a low cut blouse and purple high heel ankle boots.
I am certain to meet my future husband in this outfit.
The girls completely ignore my protests and shove me into the cab. We show up at what appears to be an abandoned building but for all the people hanging outside. Everyone is wearing jeans and cute flats, I feel like an ass. Yuki pushes past the crowd and kisses a very tall, masculine woman with blue hair. Just like that we are headed up stairs to the sound of thumping music, oh I get it now. After paying the $20.00 to get into this delightful establishment, I am now being told my watered down vodka and cranberry served in an elegant plastic cup is $12.00.
"WHAT?"
"$12"
"NO I JUST WANT ONE DRINK"
"YEAH HONEY, $12"
Holy shit! In addition I have lost Yuki and whatsherface. I see whatsherface an hour later in the balcony dancing with some guy. She waves and makes a dancing /flailing motion towards me. This is really not my scene.
Then I see him, he's cute, he's smiling, I'm smiling Oh god he's coming over. "Hi" "Hi" "Can I buy you a drink?" "Sure"
Oh this is good, he's tall, he's good looking but not outrageously beautiful, good.
"What's your name?"
'Tat"
"What?"
"Tat, like tattoo"
"Your name is tattoo!"
"Just call me T"
"Oh, I'm David"
"Nice to meet you, David"
"Do you want to go somewhere we can talk?"
"Oh, does this place have a lounge?"
"What?"
"Somewhere we can talk, a lounge?"
He has a strange smile on his face and leans in very close to me.
"No, do you want to get out of here?"
He pulls away from me and gives me THAT look. What! I have spent all of two seconds with this man and he thinks he is getting lucky.
"I am not really comfortable with that but if you'd like my phone number I can-"
He's walking away. What just happened, I am so confused and very aware of how naked I am.
I wake up with a pounding headache and techno still thumping in my ears. That horrible smell is back. GOOD GOD, WHAT IS THAT!!?!? Ugh, whatever, this will not deter me. I have a meeting today with the Vice President. That’s right I am now employed at a fantastic international company….and I am running late, crap.
"Morning Blondie"
"Morning Gaspar". I don't even have to order anymore, coffee -milk and sugar, toasted bagel cream cheese, familiar is good.
"Big day huh?" Gaspar asks. It must be the awesome suit I am wearing.
"Oh Gaspar it's so great" I say as I am heading for the door "I may get invited to go to Paris . I will keep you posted".
"Good luck Blondie" I hear as I head out the door. I must say I do look fantastic. I have on a gorgeous tan suit with brown snakeskin heels. The heels aren't real snakeskin but so what, someday they will be.
Memorial Day
As I grow older this day changes for me. I think this is natural.
We grow up and realize what this day is actually commemorating, what it stands for.
It's a day to be grateful for what you have and humble to what strangers have given for you.
I have talked a lot about my travels, but there is one visit that always comes back to me, especially on this day.
I was on a business trip to London and had a rare afternoon to myself. I was walking along the Thames, it was a beautiful day, sunny, which is not as rare as people make out to be. I turned off the river and started to head back into the city. That's when I saw it, St Pauls Cathedral.
I was ten years old when Lady Diana married Prince Charles here. To say I was swept up is an understatement. This was Cinderella, a real life Cinderella. This building held a sort of magic for me. As I stood there staring at the massive steps, my inner ten year old was squealing and jumping up and down.
The Cathedral is beautiful, not at all like an Abby. The Medieval Abby's have their own beauty, but they are very different. A little dark and imposing, with sometimes creepy corners. I have never been in one that I did not feel a crushing power. St Pauls Cathedral is light. It streams in, washing the marble. There is an expanse of air and space, it is beautiful.
I walked toward the altar and suddenly found myself in the American Memorial Chapel.
I have since learned about this place but at the time, I had no idea it was there. I just remember reading the words
'TO THE GLORY OF GOD AND IN MEMORY OF THE AMERICANS WHO GAVE THEIR LIVES IN MILITARY OPERATIONS FROM THE BRITISH ISLES"
I was standing in a shrine dedicated to American soldiers. To be in a foreign country, seeing a memorial to my fellow citizens is overwhelming.
I know there are countless memorials around the globe, but this one is a little different. It was funded by the people of Great Britain.
http://www.stpaulsusa.org/Pages/AmericanConnection.aspx
Ok so the bumming out portion is done. Go out today, eat massive amounts of meats and cheeses, drink a Budweiser (yes Bud sucks, but if you sprinkle some salt in it its not so bad), play with the kids and kiss your Mom, it's Memorial Day!!!!
and.......the next time you see a soldier, say "Thank you"
Update: My beautiful and inteligent Mother just posted this on FB. remember, she's a teacher and a smartypants ;)
We grow up and realize what this day is actually commemorating, what it stands for.
It's a day to be grateful for what you have and humble to what strangers have given for you.
I have talked a lot about my travels, but there is one visit that always comes back to me, especially on this day.
I was on a business trip to London and had a rare afternoon to myself. I was walking along the Thames, it was a beautiful day, sunny, which is not as rare as people make out to be. I turned off the river and started to head back into the city. That's when I saw it, St Pauls Cathedral.
I was ten years old when Lady Diana married Prince Charles here. To say I was swept up is an understatement. This was Cinderella, a real life Cinderella. This building held a sort of magic for me. As I stood there staring at the massive steps, my inner ten year old was squealing and jumping up and down.
The Cathedral is beautiful, not at all like an Abby. The Medieval Abby's have their own beauty, but they are very different. A little dark and imposing, with sometimes creepy corners. I have never been in one that I did not feel a crushing power. St Pauls Cathedral is light. It streams in, washing the marble. There is an expanse of air and space, it is beautiful.
I walked toward the altar and suddenly found myself in the American Memorial Chapel.
I have since learned about this place but at the time, I had no idea it was there. I just remember reading the words
'TO THE GLORY OF GOD AND IN MEMORY OF THE AMERICANS WHO GAVE THEIR LIVES IN MILITARY OPERATIONS FROM THE BRITISH ISLES"
I was standing in a shrine dedicated to American soldiers. To be in a foreign country, seeing a memorial to my fellow citizens is overwhelming.
I know there are countless memorials around the globe, but this one is a little different. It was funded by the people of Great Britain.
http://www.stpaulsusa.org/Pages/AmericanConnection.aspx
Ok so the bumming out portion is done. Go out today, eat massive amounts of meats and cheeses, drink a Budweiser (yes Bud sucks, but if you sprinkle some salt in it its not so bad), play with the kids and kiss your Mom, it's Memorial Day!!!!
and.......the next time you see a soldier, say "Thank you"
Update: My beautiful and inteligent Mother just posted this on FB. remember, she's a teacher and a smartypants ;)
Sunday, May 26, 2013
FAIL
So we have already discussed my love of technology.
Well here is a great one for you and a little lesson.
If you want to post a lyric video on youtube of your new favorite song, make sure you have the lyrics right.
Poor baby tried to fix it but it's still hilarious.
The pocket full of soap must be to clean the mirror...........
Oh and don't judge me, Justin Timberlake redeemed himself with "d*ck in a box", also, I'm over 40 I can like whatever music I want now :p
Well here is a great one for you and a little lesson.
If you want to post a lyric video on youtube of your new favorite song, make sure you have the lyrics right.
Poor baby tried to fix it but it's still hilarious.
The pocket full of soap must be to clean the mirror...........
Oh and don't judge me, Justin Timberlake redeemed himself with "d*ck in a box", also, I'm over 40 I can like whatever music I want now :p
Smart Phone
I don't want to get a smart phone.
I know, they're great, I can get all of my information in one place.
I can stay in touch with everyone at all times and get all the information I need with a swipe of my finger.
That's terrific, but here's the thing...........maybe, just maybe, I don't want to stay in touch with everyone at all times......
maybe I would rather stumble upon something instead of finding the perfect sushi restaurant/pottery barn/boutique chocolate store within 100 feet of my exact location with a swipe of my finger.
Maybe.
I recently had what I though was a humorous exchange with one of my neighbors. We ran into each other at the coffee shop and she asked me for a number.
I did not have my phone on me (DUNDUNDUN)!!!
"OMG"
"someone call the authorities, there is a woman on the lose without an electronic device strapped to her!"
"Isn't there a law against that!!!!"
"HEATHEN!!"
Yes, I sometimes leave my home without the security of a cell phone!!
No, I am not insane, I am not asking for trouble, I am not worried "what if something happens!?!"
You see I, like many people my age, did not carry a phone on my body at all times until I was about 30 and I made it that far without losing a limb (well I lost the use of the right leg for about a year, but that's another story)
I figure, leaving my house to walk to the drug store and then get some coffee is not necessarily going to result in an emergency situation. And maybe, just maybe, I want to walk in silence and not talk.
Don't look so shocked.........
Yes, I am female.........
No, I don't always have to be talking, I usually enjoy silence (or music)
My "contract" will allow me to upgrade at the end of this week. I am certain that I will cave and I will get a shiny new smart phone.
I am also certain that within two days of getting the shiny new smart phone, it will look like this.
Because every time someone hands me their "great new phone" it has some sort of crack!
Really, you can't make a 500.00 phone that doesn't crack, my crappy phone has been dropped at least 100 times over the years......still works/no cracks........just saying.
I know, they're great, I can get all of my information in one place.
I can stay in touch with everyone at all times and get all the information I need with a swipe of my finger.
That's terrific, but here's the thing...........maybe, just maybe, I don't want to stay in touch with everyone at all times......
maybe I would rather stumble upon something instead of finding the perfect sushi restaurant/pottery barn/boutique chocolate store within 100 feet of my exact location with a swipe of my finger.
Maybe.
I recently had what I though was a humorous exchange with one of my neighbors. We ran into each other at the coffee shop and she asked me for a number.
I did not have my phone on me (DUNDUNDUN)!!!
"OMG"
"someone call the authorities, there is a woman on the lose without an electronic device strapped to her!"
"Isn't there a law against that!!!!"
"HEATHEN!!"
Yes, I sometimes leave my home without the security of a cell phone!!
No, I am not insane, I am not asking for trouble, I am not worried "what if something happens!?!"
You see I, like many people my age, did not carry a phone on my body at all times until I was about 30 and I made it that far without losing a limb (well I lost the use of the right leg for about a year, but that's another story)
I figure, leaving my house to walk to the drug store and then get some coffee is not necessarily going to result in an emergency situation. And maybe, just maybe, I want to walk in silence and not talk.
Don't look so shocked.........
Yes, I am female.........
No, I don't always have to be talking, I usually enjoy silence (or music)
My "contract" will allow me to upgrade at the end of this week. I am certain that I will cave and I will get a shiny new smart phone.
I am also certain that within two days of getting the shiny new smart phone, it will look like this.
Because every time someone hands me their "great new phone" it has some sort of crack!
Really, you can't make a 500.00 phone that doesn't crack, my crappy phone has been dropped at least 100 times over the years......still works/no cracks........just saying.
Wednesday, May 22, 2013
Great, now I gotta get cable
So most of you know that in my old age I plan to get an RV and travel the country preferably with my old man named Herb (or some other Florida/Yankeeish name)
I do not know why but in my head I have a Brooklyn accent when I picture this future
"Herbert, where are my support stockings!!!" Hey, it makes me giggle.
So you can imagine my surprise when I stumbled upon this............
I may have to invade the neighbors condo Sunday night.
I do not know why but in my head I have a Brooklyn accent when I picture this future
"Herbert, where are my support stockings!!!" Hey, it makes me giggle.
So you can imagine my surprise when I stumbled upon this............
I may have to invade the neighbors condo Sunday night.
Don't call that man.
A friend of mine has recently been dumped and has officially lost her mind.
Being a reformed drama queen, I feel obligated to attempt to save her from herself.
It has not been easy and based on the escalating crazy of today's texts I fear she is, as I type this, standing on his lawn screaming obscenities.
Over the years, I have developed an aversion to vulgar displays of drama. I think it has to do with my Great Aunt.
One of my earliest memories is my Great Aunt smacking my mouth with the back of her hand.
"Ladies do not chew gum!"
You see Auntie J was of the glove wearing generation. Never left the house without being fully coiffed and powdered. She most definitely did not chew gum "looks like a cow chewing cud".
Don't get me wrong, she's got skeletons in her closet and she's got deep closets, but no one outside of immediate family knows about said skeletons.
And if they do, they know to whisper about it behind her back like a decent person. ;)
Maybe this is why my tolerance for unbecoming behavior is a little low.
.
Look, I'm not angel, I can wear a little too much makeup, show a little too much cleavage and get a little mouthy, especially if I have had a drink but, that crazy, I'm going to get you back revenge crap, is just ugly.
First of all, they were NOT in a relationship.
They were in a situation.
Ladies listen up, if a man is not calling you and making time to see, you are one of two things; just a friend or someone to keep simmering on the back burner in case he gets "lonely"
Um, yes.
Think back to the last time a guy was really into you. Did you have to keep calling or texting, no, he was just there. If he's not there, oh he is not there.
I don't care what cute things he says or texts to you, if he ain't making the time, you are NOT his top priority. When a man wants you...he MAKES the time.
Also, a text at 10pm on a Thursday saying "hey do you want to come over and watch a movie" is not a date.
Did you watch a movie?
No.............not a date, sweetie. :( (sorry)
I am having to ride a very fine line. My friend is hurt, she's vulnerable, she did some stupid things with a complete moron and now she has temporarily lost her mind. She is constantly checking his facebook page and calling his number.
This bi&*ch has lost it. Today she texted me and asked if she should show up at his Wed night spot.
NOOOOOO!
The worst thing you can ever do is let an ex see your crazy. I don't care if you need to call every friend in your contact list. I don't care if you have to write evil little letters and mail them off to nowhere. Do whatever you have to do to keep that man (or woman....oh yeah, the men folk are the worst, y'all go BATSH*T CRAZY) from seeing you at defcon 5 level psycho.
It is not pretty, and he does not need to KNOW how badly he hurt you. On the contrary.
You know what really gets somebody..........you being cool as a cucumber.
"Oh me, things are great, I just got a raise and next month I'm going to Paris"
I don't care if it is a complete lie and you have to collapse in a heap of tears and mascara afterwards. As far as that ex is concerned........you are doing GREAT and YOUR life is wonderful.
Oh, and this little exchange should only come up if you accidentally bump into one another.
You don't need to be emailing about how great your life is.........that's CRAZY.
I have a feeling it's going to be a loooong night.
Being a reformed drama queen, I feel obligated to attempt to save her from herself.
It has not been easy and based on the escalating crazy of today's texts I fear she is, as I type this, standing on his lawn screaming obscenities.
Over the years, I have developed an aversion to vulgar displays of drama. I think it has to do with my Great Aunt.
One of my earliest memories is my Great Aunt smacking my mouth with the back of her hand.
"Ladies do not chew gum!"
You see Auntie J was of the glove wearing generation. Never left the house without being fully coiffed and powdered. She most definitely did not chew gum "looks like a cow chewing cud".
Don't get me wrong, she's got skeletons in her closet and she's got deep closets, but no one outside of immediate family knows about said skeletons.
And if they do, they know to whisper about it behind her back like a decent person. ;)
Maybe this is why my tolerance for unbecoming behavior is a little low.
.
Look, I'm not angel, I can wear a little too much makeup, show a little too much cleavage and get a little mouthy, especially if I have had a drink but, that crazy, I'm going to get you back revenge crap, is just ugly.
First of all, they were NOT in a relationship.
They were in a situation.
Ladies listen up, if a man is not calling you and making time to see, you are one of two things; just a friend or someone to keep simmering on the back burner in case he gets "lonely"
Um, yes.
Think back to the last time a guy was really into you. Did you have to keep calling or texting, no, he was just there. If he's not there, oh he is not there.
I don't care what cute things he says or texts to you, if he ain't making the time, you are NOT his top priority. When a man wants you...he MAKES the time.
Also, a text at 10pm on a Thursday saying "hey do you want to come over and watch a movie" is not a date.
Did you watch a movie?
No.............not a date, sweetie. :( (sorry)
I am having to ride a very fine line. My friend is hurt, she's vulnerable, she did some stupid things with a complete moron and now she has temporarily lost her mind. She is constantly checking his facebook page and calling his number.
This bi&*ch has lost it. Today she texted me and asked if she should show up at his Wed night spot.
NOOOOOO!
The worst thing you can ever do is let an ex see your crazy. I don't care if you need to call every friend in your contact list. I don't care if you have to write evil little letters and mail them off to nowhere. Do whatever you have to do to keep that man (or woman....oh yeah, the men folk are the worst, y'all go BATSH*T CRAZY) from seeing you at defcon 5 level psycho.
It is not pretty, and he does not need to KNOW how badly he hurt you. On the contrary.
You know what really gets somebody..........you being cool as a cucumber.
"Oh me, things are great, I just got a raise and next month I'm going to Paris"
I don't care if it is a complete lie and you have to collapse in a heap of tears and mascara afterwards. As far as that ex is concerned........you are doing GREAT and YOUR life is wonderful.
Oh, and this little exchange should only come up if you accidentally bump into one another.
You don't need to be emailing about how great your life is.........that's CRAZY.
I have a feeling it's going to be a loooong night.
Asheville!!!
Another reason I love BFF K is that her family resides in and around Asheville NC.
If you have never been to Asheville I feel for you.
It's so beautiful, the people are great, it's so beautiful, the restaurants are amazing, it's so beautiful, there is some amazing art, it's so beautiful....oh and the coolest family on the planet lives there (just saying)
Did I mention it's beautiful :) and I get to go in June!!!!
BFF K, the incredible husband and the 2 beh-beh's are coming home to see Mama.
Sitting here at my desk, drowning in paperwork, the only thing that is keeping me sane is the fact that in a few short weeks I will be driving through the mountains of NC. (thank you Babay Jesus)
Maybe Lou and the critters will be there.
Hey K, can Lou and the critters be there? Surely we can make that happen :)
If you have never been to Asheville I feel for you.
It's so beautiful, the people are great, it's so beautiful, the restaurants are amazing, it's so beautiful, there is some amazing art, it's so beautiful....oh and the coolest family on the planet lives there (just saying)
Did I mention it's beautiful :) and I get to go in June!!!!
BFF K, the incredible husband and the 2 beh-beh's are coming home to see Mama.
Sitting here at my desk, drowning in paperwork, the only thing that is keeping me sane is the fact that in a few short weeks I will be driving through the mountains of NC. (thank you Babay Jesus)
Maybe Lou and the critters will be there.
Hey K, can Lou and the critters be there? Surely we can make that happen :)
Tuesday, May 21, 2013
I'm so weak
I had a breakthrough a few months back with BFF K.
We were in the Vince Camuto store and I had the most beautiful pair of shoes on my feet.
www.vincecamuto.com
They were just soooooooo pretty.
Well, I took them off my feet, put them back in the box and left the store.
I KNOW!!!
I told BFF K that I would wait and see how I felt after the movie. If I still had the "NEED", I would buy them then.
After the movie, BFF K said "do you want to go get the shoes?"
I turned to her and in a calm almost zen like state I said "no"
"really, wow, ok"
You see I have a shoe problem. It's not as bad some women, but I have purchased crazy shoes that match absolutely nothing in my wardrobe and honestly could never be realistically walked in for more than 3 or 4 steps.
SIDEBAR - I don't know why men don't get this. I have yet to meet a man that did not have some stupid obsession; guitars, bootleg tapes, video games, antique tools, porn............it's the same thing. Something stupid and pointless that you do not need yet insist that you do need. Same thing (just let me have my shoes and I won't give you shit about the porn collection, jeesh)
For me this little episode was a huge victory. I walked away from the shoes. Oh and although they are almost 5 inches, I can actually walk in them. (that almost never happens)
Well last night I caved. I have been thinking about these shoes for awhile now and I just could not help it.
(but seriously, can you blame me).
Update.......there here!!! Man, these are some beautiful shoes (if you do not get it just move along and let me have my moment........OK)
Where was I, oh yes....oh they are so pretty and I am now 6 ft tall, hehe (maybe slightly over)
We were in the Vince Camuto store and I had the most beautiful pair of shoes on my feet.
www.vincecamuto.com
They were just soooooooo pretty.
Well, I took them off my feet, put them back in the box and left the store.
I KNOW!!!
I told BFF K that I would wait and see how I felt after the movie. If I still had the "NEED", I would buy them then.
After the movie, BFF K said "do you want to go get the shoes?"
I turned to her and in a calm almost zen like state I said "no"
"really, wow, ok"
You see I have a shoe problem. It's not as bad some women, but I have purchased crazy shoes that match absolutely nothing in my wardrobe and honestly could never be realistically walked in for more than 3 or 4 steps.
SIDEBAR - I don't know why men don't get this. I have yet to meet a man that did not have some stupid obsession; guitars, bootleg tapes, video games, antique tools, porn............it's the same thing. Something stupid and pointless that you do not need yet insist that you do need. Same thing (just let me have my shoes and I won't give you shit about the porn collection, jeesh)
For me this little episode was a huge victory. I walked away from the shoes. Oh and although they are almost 5 inches, I can actually walk in them. (that almost never happens)
Well last night I caved. I have been thinking about these shoes for awhile now and I just could not help it.
(but seriously, can you blame me).
Update.......there here!!! Man, these are some beautiful shoes (if you do not get it just move along and let me have my moment........OK)
Where was I, oh yes....oh they are so pretty and I am now 6 ft tall, hehe (maybe slightly over)
My Mom founded a school
This past Sunday my baby brother graduated from high school.
Yes, I said high school!
He is 17, I am 42, we are an unusual family.
It was cool having a baby in the house. I don't remember Cam being a fussy baby but thats probably because he was always held. Between my parents, my teenage brother who still lived at home, me and the prince (my other brother), Cam had 5 adults around him at all times. He cried, sombody picked him up.
Hmmmm, there may be something to this whole village thing.
The only time I ever remember having a problem with my baby brother was his first birthday.
We share the same birthday
AUGUST 7TH (mark your calenders.......green is my favorite color, blue is a close second and I like shiny things ;))
Sitting at the dining room table looking at this adorable baby sitting in front of a cake, I was.............jealous.
I know, it's stupid, jealous of a babies first birthday, how self centered can you be!
I'm not proud of my emotions at that moment, I had to regroup and then had a chuckle with the prince about it. I celebrated with everyone, it was a great day but it was just............strange.
My inner lioness had a moment, I'm not perfect.
Well as the years passed my parents decided that they would home-school Cam
WHAT!!!?!!!
This did not sit well with the prince and I.
All I could think of was the "success" my mother had in teaching me at the dining room table
"IT'S MY PROJECT AND I'LL DO IT!!!!"
Teenage girls are fun.
But, my mother has been an educator most of her life and the Dr,Dr,Dr does have 3 PhD's so they might be able to pull this off.
Not only did they pull it off but three years ago they founded a school!
There are actual students and classes and teachers and all kinds of stuff going on.
They even have PE and art!
How many schools today do you know that still have PE and art?
Not many.
Not only that, but my baby brother stood up in front of an auditorium of his family, strangers and most importantly his friends and cried about how much he loves his parents!
How cool is this kid!?! (and lets not forget the folks)
Yes, I said high school!
He is 17, I am 42, we are an unusual family.
It was cool having a baby in the house. I don't remember Cam being a fussy baby but thats probably because he was always held. Between my parents, my teenage brother who still lived at home, me and the prince (my other brother), Cam had 5 adults around him at all times. He cried, sombody picked him up.
Hmmmm, there may be something to this whole village thing.
The only time I ever remember having a problem with my baby brother was his first birthday.
We share the same birthday
AUGUST 7TH (mark your calenders.......green is my favorite color, blue is a close second and I like shiny things ;))
Sitting at the dining room table looking at this adorable baby sitting in front of a cake, I was.............jealous.
I know, it's stupid, jealous of a babies first birthday, how self centered can you be!
I'm not proud of my emotions at that moment, I had to regroup and then had a chuckle with the prince about it. I celebrated with everyone, it was a great day but it was just............strange.
My inner lioness had a moment, I'm not perfect.
Well as the years passed my parents decided that they would home-school Cam
WHAT!!!?!!!
This did not sit well with the prince and I.
All I could think of was the "success" my mother had in teaching me at the dining room table
"IT'S MY PROJECT AND I'LL DO IT!!!!"
Teenage girls are fun.
But, my mother has been an educator most of her life and the Dr,Dr,Dr does have 3 PhD's so they might be able to pull this off.
Not only did they pull it off but three years ago they founded a school!
There are actual students and classes and teachers and all kinds of stuff going on.
They even have PE and art!
How many schools today do you know that still have PE and art?
Not many.
Not only that, but my baby brother stood up in front of an auditorium of his family, strangers and most importantly his friends and cried about how much he loves his parents!
How cool is this kid!?! (and lets not forget the folks)
Monday, May 20, 2013
HA
A few years back my sister took some amazing pregnancy photos.
These are NOT those photos
http://www.funnyordie.com/slideshows/1fc102edfe/11-amazingly-terrible-pregnancy-pictures
These are NOT those photos
http://www.funnyordie.com/slideshows/1fc102edfe/11-amazingly-terrible-pregnancy-pictures
Saturday, May 18, 2013
One More :)
Because suddenly I have become a teenager who posts her favorite music.
Stay tuned for my favorite Pins and recipes (just kidding)
Happy Saturday!!!!!
Stay tuned for my favorite Pins and recipes (just kidding)
Happy Saturday!!!!!
Mellow Saturday morn.........................................
The lack of production on this video makes me smile.
MAN
I don't care if it's fake!
I think, as a female, I am biologically predisposed to want to procreate when I see stuff like this.
I swear my uterus contracted watching it (too much........sorry)
I think, as a female, I am biologically predisposed to want to procreate when I see stuff like this.
I swear my uterus contracted watching it (too much........sorry)
Friday, May 17, 2013
Just keep breathing.............................
I have been.....................overwhelmed lately.
The promotion, the condo, Mom being sick and in a foreign country
I have a need to crawl up into someones lap and just cry.
I don't normally pass along "life affirming" lists, but this one happened to show up today
and it made me feel better.
I think I like this lady.
I really needed to read #40 and #50 today, sometimes we forget.
May 28, 2006
The promotion, the condo, Mom being sick and in a foreign country
I have a need to crawl up into someones lap and just cry.
I don't normally pass along "life affirming" lists, but this one happened to show up today
and it made me feel better.
I think I like this lady.
I really needed to read #40 and #50 today, sometimes we forget.
by Regina Brett, The Plain Dealer
May 28, 2006
To celebrate growing older, I once wrote the 45 lessons life taught me.
It is the most-requested column I've ever written. My odometer rolls over to 50 this week, so here's an update:
1. Life isn't fair, but it's still good.
2. When in doubt, just take the next small step.
3. Life is too short to waste time hating anyone.
4. Don't take yourself so seriously. No one else does.
5. Pay off your credit cards every month.
6. You don't have to win every argument. Agree to disagree.
7. Cry with someone. It's more healing than crying alone.
8. It's OK to get angry with God. He can take it.
9. Save for retirement starting with your first paycheck.
10. When it comes to chocolate, resistance is futile.
11. Make peace with your past so it won't screw up the present.
12. It's OK to let your children see you cry.
13. Don't compare your life to others'. You have no idea what their journey is all about.
14. If a relationship has to be a secret, you shouldn't be in it.
15. Everything can change in the blink of an eye. But don't worry; God never blinks.
16. Life is too short for long pity parties. Get busy living, or get busy dying.
17. You can get through anything if you stay put in today.
18. A writer writes. If you want to be a writer, write.
19. It's never too late to have a happy childhood. But the second one is up to you and no one else.
20. When it comes to going after what you love in life, don't take no for an answer.
21. Burn the candles, use the nice sheets, wear the fancy lingerie. Don't save it for a special occasion. Today is special.
22. Overprepare, then go with the flow.
23. Be eccentric now. Don't wait for old age to wear purple.
24. The most important sex organ is the brain.
25. No one is in charge of your happiness except you.
26. Frame every so-called disaster with these words: "In five years, will this matter?"
27. Always choose life.
28. Forgive everyone everything.
29. What other people think of you is none of your business.
30. Time heals almost everything. Give time time.
31. However good or bad a situation is, it will change.
32. Your job won't take care of you when you are sick. Your friends will. Stay in touch.
33. Believe in miracles.
34. God loves you because of who God is, not because of anything you did or didn't do.
35. Whatever doesn't kill you really does make you stronger.
36. Growing old beats the alternative - dying young.
37. Your children get only one childhood. Make it memorable.
38. Read the Psalms. They cover every human emotion.
39. Get outside every day. Miracles are waiting everywhere.
40. If we all threw our problems in a pile and saw everyone else's, we'd grab ours back.
41. Don't audit life. Show up and make the most of it now.
42. Get rid of anything that isn't useful, beautiful or joyful.
43. All that truly matters in the end is that you loved.
44. Envy is a waste of time. You already have all you need.
45. The best is yet to come.
46. No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up.
47. Take a deep breath. It calms the mind.
48. If you don't ask, you don't get.
49. Yield.
50. Life isn't tied with a bow, but it's still a gift..
Wednesday, May 15, 2013
Being back out there is just great......................................
Ah yes, blind dating.
I know I should be positive and sparkly and happy and not at all like the opinionated, smartass person I am in real life..................................................
But that makes no sense.
Do you know people have actually said to me, "Tat, you're very smart and can be a little cynical........a lot of men don't like that, you should dial it down"
First of all, just because I have a 4.0 (thank you, thank you very much, it has not been easy) does not make me smart and secondly..........WHAT!!!!????!!!!
How am I supposed to find a guy who is going to like ME if I spend my time not acting like ME.
That is insane.
I should have known that tonight's "date" was not going to go well. You see, I suggested a Saturday afternoon date of go-carting and he suggested Wednesday, after work at a chain restaurant near a mall convenient for both of us.
(blink,blink, blink)
Ok, that sounds great (much better than driving like a lunatic on a miniature racetrack..........NOT)
Hear me out...............
the best blind date I ever had was laser tag. It was not a love match but we had a ball and became friends.
Isn't dating supposed to be fun?
So when someone suggests an actual date, my brain goes to cool stuff to do. Go-carts, rope courses, Imax, The World of Coke, they have so many flavors............work with me people!!
Sitting across from a table is great, lets do that on date two, but for now lets just see if we click and have some fun in the process.
To top it off he wanted to talk politics. and not the logical debate stuff.
I love the logical debate stuff. Lets talk about it, you tell me what you think and I will agree or bat some other opinion back to you........fun
No, he wanted to go on and on about the war and conspiracy theories and.........oh it's just too exhausting.
I do not know what B was thinking when she set us up.
No Chuck, this was not a love connection..........
I know I should be positive and sparkly and happy and not at all like the opinionated, smartass person I am in real life..................................................
But that makes no sense.
Do you know people have actually said to me, "Tat, you're very smart and can be a little cynical........a lot of men don't like that, you should dial it down"
First of all, just because I have a 4.0 (thank you, thank you very much, it has not been easy) does not make me smart and secondly..........WHAT!!!!????!!!!
How am I supposed to find a guy who is going to like ME if I spend my time not acting like ME.
That is insane.
I should have known that tonight's "date" was not going to go well. You see, I suggested a Saturday afternoon date of go-carting and he suggested Wednesday, after work at a chain restaurant near a mall convenient for both of us.
(blink,blink, blink)
Ok, that sounds great (much better than driving like a lunatic on a miniature racetrack..........NOT)
Hear me out...............
the best blind date I ever had was laser tag. It was not a love match but we had a ball and became friends.
Isn't dating supposed to be fun?
So when someone suggests an actual date, my brain goes to cool stuff to do. Go-carts, rope courses, Imax, The World of Coke, they have so many flavors............work with me people!!
Sitting across from a table is great, lets do that on date two, but for now lets just see if we click and have some fun in the process.
To top it off he wanted to talk politics. and not the logical debate stuff.
I love the logical debate stuff. Lets talk about it, you tell me what you think and I will agree or bat some other opinion back to you........fun
No, he wanted to go on and on about the war and conspiracy theories and.........oh it's just too exhausting.
I do not know what B was thinking when she set us up.
No Chuck, this was not a love connection..........
"We were once in love"
I recently had someone from my past do an incredible favor for me.
It was big........an outstanding gesture that was totally unexpected and truly selfless.
When I poured my heart out in gratitude, this is the response I got back.
"you were always good to me, even when I was a shit. It was the least I could do"
"the bass line always makes me think of you but the words are just perfect"
I do love a good bass line
It was big........an outstanding gesture that was totally unexpected and truly selfless.
When I poured my heart out in gratitude, this is the response I got back.
"you were always good to me, even when I was a shit. It was the least I could do"
"the bass line always makes me think of you but the words are just perfect"
I do love a good bass line
Ohio
The horribleness that is going on in Cleveland has really made me think about some things.
http://www.cnn.com/2013/05/08/us/ohio-missing-women-found/index.html
A few weeks back I reached out to an online friend because I felt like he was sharing way too much information on his blog.
It really panicked me.
He was giving names of places he hung out, gave the name of his neighborhood and posted his actual street name!!!!! I know!!!
But, he had no fear, he was fine with it and that's when it hit me. He's a he.
Yes, men are murdered and killed in heinous ways, but more often its woman and children who are truly brutalized. I personally know several rape victims. I myself had a very close call recently with a man I thought was a friend.
I know I have never gone on a blind date without letting at least one person know where I was going and the name of the person I was going to be with.
I would bet money that men do not do this.
I would also bet money that every women reading this does.
It's not paranoia, it's reality. Women know from a very early age that men can and do attack us.
I remember having a conversation with a group of friends. It was in Chicago, we were talking about being groped on crowded trains. The guys in the group were shocked, the women were like "well, duh, how could you not know this. Are you blind or something?"
Yes, we are all blind. We know this is reality but we don't want to look at it. I know when I shamed the man in the beautiful 3 piece suit on the N train for touching my bottom, the other people on the train heard me. Do you think anyone came to my defense, do you think anyone else shamed him...........no.
Everyone just looked away and he got off the train.
I have heard Ariel Castro's brothers saying they saw nothing, they heard nothing. They just knew that they could not go past the kitchen. Really!?!
For ten years you never saw anything, nothing seemed odd to you.
I'm not blaming the family, I'm not saying there is fault in any other place than Ariel Castro. He is the monster in this story but........nobody saw anything...........................
I know that people see and hear strange things everyday. I also know that out modern society tells us that it is not our business.
I say modern society because I believe that our natural human instinct is to step in, to stop it, to ask questions. It's the shift that our society has made to less connection that I feel has made us more complacent to "bizarre" behaviour and lack of involvement.
The saddest part about this story for me is, once again, it's women and children.
It seems like an odd story, but it's not.
The human slave trade is alive and kicking and more prevalent than any of us want to admit.
http://www.cnn.com/2013/05/08/us/ohio-missing-women-found/index.html
A few weeks back I reached out to an online friend because I felt like he was sharing way too much information on his blog.
It really panicked me.
He was giving names of places he hung out, gave the name of his neighborhood and posted his actual street name!!!!! I know!!!
But, he had no fear, he was fine with it and that's when it hit me. He's a he.
Yes, men are murdered and killed in heinous ways, but more often its woman and children who are truly brutalized. I personally know several rape victims. I myself had a very close call recently with a man I thought was a friend.
I know I have never gone on a blind date without letting at least one person know where I was going and the name of the person I was going to be with.
I would bet money that men do not do this.
I would also bet money that every women reading this does.
It's not paranoia, it's reality. Women know from a very early age that men can and do attack us.
I remember having a conversation with a group of friends. It was in Chicago, we were talking about being groped on crowded trains. The guys in the group were shocked, the women were like "well, duh, how could you not know this. Are you blind or something?"
Yes, we are all blind. We know this is reality but we don't want to look at it. I know when I shamed the man in the beautiful 3 piece suit on the N train for touching my bottom, the other people on the train heard me. Do you think anyone came to my defense, do you think anyone else shamed him...........no.
Everyone just looked away and he got off the train.
I have heard Ariel Castro's brothers saying they saw nothing, they heard nothing. They just knew that they could not go past the kitchen. Really!?!
For ten years you never saw anything, nothing seemed odd to you.
I'm not blaming the family, I'm not saying there is fault in any other place than Ariel Castro. He is the monster in this story but........nobody saw anything...........................
I know that people see and hear strange things everyday. I also know that out modern society tells us that it is not our business.
I say modern society because I believe that our natural human instinct is to step in, to stop it, to ask questions. It's the shift that our society has made to less connection that I feel has made us more complacent to "bizarre" behaviour and lack of involvement.
The saddest part about this story for me is, once again, it's women and children.
It seems like an odd story, but it's not.
The human slave trade is alive and kicking and more prevalent than any of us want to admit.
You're the one that I want!!!!!
Summer can not get here fast enough! I wonder if I can find those old Candies ;)
The Fox Theatre will host the first ever "Sing-a-long-a" Grease Movie on Saturday, July 27
Tickets go on sale this Sunday, April 28!
The Fox Theatre will host Sing-a-long-a Grease, when the unique, interactive show rolls into town on Saturday, July 27 at 7:30 pm. You'd better shape up to sing along to the great movie musical, complete with on-screen lyrics and the chance to become a T-Bird or Pink Lady for the night and enter the world famous costume competition. Now, at last, Atlanta audiences will have the chance to experience "Summer Lovin'," "Grease Lightning" and the chance to sport a pink wig or greased quiff while belting out "You're The One That I Want".
Tickets go on sale this Sunday, April 28 and are $15 in advance and $20 day of show. To purchase tickets, please visit http://ev10.evenue.net/cgi-bin/ncommerce3/SEGetGroupList?groupCode=FOX&linkID=fta&shopperContext=&caller=&appCode=#__utma=193113138.518783480.1368581336.1368581336.1368637153.2&__utmb=193113138.3.10.1368637153&__utmc=193113138&__utmx=-&__utmz=193113138.1368637153.2.2.utmcsr=google|utmccn=(organic)|utmcmd=organic|utmctr=(not%20provided)&__utmv=-&__utmk=213474260, call 855-ATL-TIXX or visit the Fox ticket office.
"It's the one that you want", says producer Ben Freedman, who previously brought movie theatre audiences the Sing-a-long-a Sound of Music. "Sing-a-long-a Grease is the show that audiences have been asking for since we first presented a singalong show back in 1999. It's much more than 'just a movie'. It's an event; an interactive experience and the most fun you can have with your clothes on!"
Sing-a-long-a Greasers will be decked out in their own versions of fifties high school garb worn at Rydell High, including poodle skirts and saddle shoes, black leather biker and powder-pink bomber jackets, chiffon scarves and skinny ties. Costumes are most definitely encouraged, but singing is mandatory! Every performance starts with a Sing-a-long-a host who warms up the audience, trains them how to "hand-jive", deploy the contents of their free goodie bags and heckle in all the right places as well as judge the costume competition. The rules are, there are no rules!
Update: Best comment to this ever. Best friend K "I just did a sing-a-long to Grease. It was in my living room last week" Oh I so heart musical theater geeks
The Fox Theatre will host the first ever "Sing-a-long-a" Grease Movie on Saturday, July 27
Tickets go on sale this Sunday, April 28!
The Fox Theatre will host Sing-a-long-a Grease, when the unique, interactive show rolls into town on Saturday, July 27 at 7:30 pm. You'd better shape up to sing along to the great movie musical, complete with on-screen lyrics and the chance to become a T-Bird or Pink Lady for the night and enter the world famous costume competition. Now, at last, Atlanta audiences will have the chance to experience "Summer Lovin'," "Grease Lightning" and the chance to sport a pink wig or greased quiff while belting out "You're The One That I Want".
Tickets go on sale this Sunday, April 28 and are $15 in advance and $20 day of show. To purchase tickets, please visit http://ev10.evenue.net/cgi-bin/ncommerce3/SEGetGroupList?groupCode=FOX&linkID=fta&shopperContext=&caller=&appCode=#__utma=193113138.518783480.1368581336.1368581336.1368637153.2&__utmb=193113138.3.10.1368637153&__utmc=193113138&__utmx=-&__utmz=193113138.1368637153.2.2.utmcsr=google|utmccn=(organic)|utmcmd=organic|utmctr=(not%20provided)&__utmv=-&__utmk=213474260, call 855-ATL-TIXX or visit the Fox ticket office.
"It's the one that you want", says producer Ben Freedman, who previously brought movie theatre audiences the Sing-a-long-a Sound of Music. "Sing-a-long-a Grease is the show that audiences have been asking for since we first presented a singalong show back in 1999. It's much more than 'just a movie'. It's an event; an interactive experience and the most fun you can have with your clothes on!"
Sing-a-long-a Greasers will be decked out in their own versions of fifties high school garb worn at Rydell High, including poodle skirts and saddle shoes, black leather biker and powder-pink bomber jackets, chiffon scarves and skinny ties. Costumes are most definitely encouraged, but singing is mandatory! Every performance starts with a Sing-a-long-a host who warms up the audience, trains them how to "hand-jive", deploy the contents of their free goodie bags and heckle in all the right places as well as judge the costume competition. The rules are, there are no rules!
Tuesday, May 14, 2013
I love you Pixar
Just when I was about to pull a Scarlett...........................................
"After all, tomorrow is another day" (dramatically places hand to forehead)
This appears
http://disney.go.com/monsters-university/?cmp=wdsmp_mon_mu_4d_google_src#/video
Crappy mood.......gone (hehe)
"After all, tomorrow is another day" (dramatically places hand to forehead)
This appears
http://disney.go.com/monsters-university/?cmp=wdsmp_mon_mu_4d_google_src#/video
Crappy mood.......gone (hehe)
I got a present today.............................
it was a bug in a little glass jar. yay :|
This is not the first bug I have received since getting into property management.
I have received bugs in plastic zip lock bags, bugs squished in paper towels and my favorite, bugs in a pretty blue envelope. Why thank you.....you shouldn't have.
Look people, bugs exist on the planet and occasionally they wander into our homes. You do not have to bring them into my office to convince me that you saw a bug in your apartment.
You see, I live on the earth as well, and unlike you, I know bugs exist.
There are several options available to you when you see a bug.
1) SQUISH IT!!! As in "I squashed him like a bug". Well where do you think that phrase comes from.
2) Poison them. No, you do not have to wait for our exterminator who comes twice a week. Bug spray is sold almost everywhere; CVS, Kroger, Publix, Walgreens, Home Depot........the list goes on and on. Oh and please do not tell me that you are allergic to bug spray and then demand that I get my exterminator out today to take care of your problem. If you are allergic to Raid, the professional s*%t that requires a pump and a non corrosive metal container......is going to kill you. (actually, let me see what I can do to get him out here pronto)
You do not have an infestation. I have seen them, trust me, you don't have one.
I have seen apartments that require I kick open the door and jump back to avoid the avalanche of cockroaches that fall from the door jam. I have seen walls that move. I have had to tent entire buildings to poisen them to such a level that nothing living could survive. YOU do not have an roach problem.
Maybe if you took the three bags of garbage in your kitchen to the dumpster, the bugs might not show up. Or perhaps clean the crusted over pot that looks like its been sitting on your stove for a week. Or, here's an idea, that giant bag of jelly beans that is spilling out on the counter, maybe the bugs are attracted to that.
I mean look, I'm no entomologist so I don't know, but I think the nasty condition of your apartment may have something to do with the "bug problem".
So the next time you wake up and think it might be a good idea to bring a cockroach into MY office, remember, I am the crazy b#%ch that will go back to your apartment with you and point out that your nasty house may be the reason you keep seeing bugs!!!
Have a nice day :)
This is not the first bug I have received since getting into property management.
I have received bugs in plastic zip lock bags, bugs squished in paper towels and my favorite, bugs in a pretty blue envelope. Why thank you.....you shouldn't have.
Look people, bugs exist on the planet and occasionally they wander into our homes. You do not have to bring them into my office to convince me that you saw a bug in your apartment.
You see, I live on the earth as well, and unlike you, I know bugs exist.
There are several options available to you when you see a bug.
1) SQUISH IT!!! As in "I squashed him like a bug". Well where do you think that phrase comes from.
2) Poison them. No, you do not have to wait for our exterminator who comes twice a week. Bug spray is sold almost everywhere; CVS, Kroger, Publix, Walgreens, Home Depot........the list goes on and on. Oh and please do not tell me that you are allergic to bug spray and then demand that I get my exterminator out today to take care of your problem. If you are allergic to Raid, the professional s*%t that requires a pump and a non corrosive metal container......is going to kill you. (actually, let me see what I can do to get him out here pronto)
You do not have an infestation. I have seen them, trust me, you don't have one.
I have seen apartments that require I kick open the door and jump back to avoid the avalanche of cockroaches that fall from the door jam. I have seen walls that move. I have had to tent entire buildings to poisen them to such a level that nothing living could survive. YOU do not have an roach problem.
Maybe if you took the three bags of garbage in your kitchen to the dumpster, the bugs might not show up. Or perhaps clean the crusted over pot that looks like its been sitting on your stove for a week. Or, here's an idea, that giant bag of jelly beans that is spilling out on the counter, maybe the bugs are attracted to that.
I mean look, I'm no entomologist so I don't know, but I think the nasty condition of your apartment may have something to do with the "bug problem".
So the next time you wake up and think it might be a good idea to bring a cockroach into MY office, remember, I am the crazy b#%ch that will go back to your apartment with you and point out that your nasty house may be the reason you keep seeing bugs!!!
Have a nice day :)
Dear Atlanta Drivers,
Good Morning, how are things this morning? Beautiful day isn't it.
Now I know the morning commute can be..........trying, however, I think I may have a solution to what seems to be a widespread problem.
You see most cars are equipped with a magical piece of technology. I believe in the industry it is called an indicator or turn signal. In layman's terms I think it's called a blinker.
I know, I know more technology. I can hear you all now "but Tat, between texting my latest news, phoning the office and programming my GPS how in the world do you expect me to use this latest piece of automotive ingenuity, can't you just sense that I want to get in your lane"
Well, no, although my intuitive skills are profound, I cannot sense when you want to put your massive SUV directly in front of my car without any warning. Strange, I know.
So in the future, if you would just PUSH THE LITTLE STICK TO THE LEFT OF YOUR STEERING WHEEL YOU JACKA$$ all this drama could be avoided.
Thank you and have a lovely day :)
Now I know the morning commute can be..........trying, however, I think I may have a solution to what seems to be a widespread problem.
You see most cars are equipped with a magical piece of technology. I believe in the industry it is called an indicator or turn signal. In layman's terms I think it's called a blinker.
I know, I know more technology. I can hear you all now "but Tat, between texting my latest news, phoning the office and programming my GPS how in the world do you expect me to use this latest piece of automotive ingenuity, can't you just sense that I want to get in your lane"
Well, no, although my intuitive skills are profound, I cannot sense when you want to put your massive SUV directly in front of my car without any warning. Strange, I know.
So in the future, if you would just PUSH THE LITTLE STICK TO THE LEFT OF YOUR STEERING WHEEL YOU JACKA$$ all this drama could be avoided.
Thank you and have a lovely day :)
Monday, May 13, 2013
So excited............
and really nervous.
I have wanted to do this for years. Well this morning I said f*$K it, just start.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0pbn8XkW68Y
http://www.aerialsilksatlanta.com/
I will probably fall on my a$$ several times and I am certain I don't have the upper body strength to do any of it but..................................ahhhhhhhhh, it's so pretty!
I have wanted to do this for years. Well this morning I said f*$K it, just start.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0pbn8XkW68Y
http://www.aerialsilksatlanta.com/
I will probably fall on my a$$ several times and I am certain I don't have the upper body strength to do any of it but..................................ahhhhhhhhh, it's so pretty!
Saturday, May 11, 2013
First pirates now cowboys, I thought I lived in the city
It has been another stellar 24 hours...................had a great night and afternoon with "B" out in the burbs.
It's not so bad OTP (wait, did I just say that.................oh no)
After making my way back ITP I decided rambling around the house was no way to spend a Saturday so I headed over to my favorite neighborhood spot, the Wrecking Bar for an early nightcap.
http://www.wreckingbarbrewpub.com/
The food is great the drinks are wonderful and ladies; if you like the bearded men, its a plethora of delights.
Ask Ben or Brian to make you my drink, it's like an old fashion but with mezcal and tequila, it really hits the spot.
The only issue I have with Wrecking Bar is its location. In order to get there, I have to navigate the stretch of N Highland I lovingly refer to as fraternity row.
Don't get me wrong, there are some nice establishments along this stretch, Dark Horse, Blind Willy's and I've been hanging at Atkins since I was 14 so.............it holds a special place in my heart.
That being said, something happens to this area on Saturday night. It's just a little..............annoying.
So you can imagine my surprise and shock when instead of having to avoid killing a group of drunk 20 somethings stumbling along in 6 inch heels, I had to avoid three horses and two cowboys on my journey home! WHAT?!
I have no idea why they were there but I assume it is some sort of bizarre bar promotion. I may have to head back that way to do a little more investigation. If I can have a cocktail and then take a pony ride..................................I am all over that s#*t
It's not so bad OTP (wait, did I just say that.................oh no)
After making my way back ITP I decided rambling around the house was no way to spend a Saturday so I headed over to my favorite neighborhood spot, the Wrecking Bar for an early nightcap.
http://www.wreckingbarbrewpub.com/
The food is great the drinks are wonderful and ladies; if you like the bearded men, its a plethora of delights.
Ask Ben or Brian to make you my drink, it's like an old fashion but with mezcal and tequila, it really hits the spot.
The only issue I have with Wrecking Bar is its location. In order to get there, I have to navigate the stretch of N Highland I lovingly refer to as fraternity row.
Don't get me wrong, there are some nice establishments along this stretch, Dark Horse, Blind Willy's and I've been hanging at Atkins since I was 14 so.............it holds a special place in my heart.
That being said, something happens to this area on Saturday night. It's just a little..............annoying.
So you can imagine my surprise and shock when instead of having to avoid killing a group of drunk 20 somethings stumbling along in 6 inch heels, I had to avoid three horses and two cowboys on my journey home! WHAT?!
I have no idea why they were there but I assume it is some sort of bizarre bar promotion. I may have to head back that way to do a little more investigation. If I can have a cocktail and then take a pony ride..................................I am all over that s#*t
Friday, May 10, 2013
It's over......................
I know it's not really over, it will never be really over, but today.......today something amazing happened.
They finished One World Trade!
http://www.usatoday.com/story/news/nation/2013/05/10/world-trade-center-spire/2149449/
................................
It was a beautiful morning, I, as usual overslept. When I finally made it out the door I rang the office.
"Good Morning Gene"
"Morning Tat"
"I'm running a little late"
"No worries (everyone wonders where I get that, its from him), take your time"
The weather was amazing. New York has these beautiful fall days. It's cold, but not freezing. The sky can be clear and bright and so blue. The sun beams and the clouds speed by. This was one of those mornings. As I hoofed along Astoria Blvd to the N train I turned up the radio. The headphones permanently attached to my ears hummed along. I liked to listen to morning radio, Elvis Duran to be exact (they just brought his morning show to Atlanta, its a really stupid morning show but I was only 31 so cut me some slack).
As I climbed the stairs to the elevated platform with some stupid bit blathering in my ears, something happened.
The DJ stopped talking and stated a plane has just hit the World Trade Center. I looked to my left, downtown Manhattan was just beyond my view but I could see smoke. I boarded the train and called Gene.
My office was on Park Ave South, it faced downtown, my window had a direct view of the towers.
"Gene!"
"Everything is ok, it's a horrible accident but everything is ok"
"Ok, have you called SCOR?" (our largest client on the 23rd floor of Two World Trade)
"Not yet"
"Ok, I'll call from the train"
"see you in a minute"
"see you"
And that's what it was, a horrible accident. Planes hit buildings in NY. They just do, it's horrible but it happens.
I continued on the train dialing the Scor offices with no success.
Good, they are probably evacuating, just as a precaution.
As the train turned into Queensboro I could finally see the towers. There was a gaping hole and smoke was pouring out, this was not a small plane, this was a really bad accident.
Then it happened......................
an explosion or something.............................
I didn't know, but fire shot out of the other tower.
I'm sure there was reaction of the people around me but I don't recall that. I just remember the words in my headphones. It was John Bell, he was a DJ, he said
"A second plane has just hit the World Trade Center............
this is no accident...............we are under attack"
The train was moving toward the tunnel, a sudden panic came over me as I realized what was happening but there was nothing I could do.
I sat there and breathed and looked out the window.
As we entered the tunnel to Manhattan the view outside went black and the voices on my headphones turned to static.
They finished One World Trade!
http://www.usatoday.com/story/news/nation/2013/05/10/world-trade-center-spire/2149449/
................................
It was a beautiful morning, I, as usual overslept. When I finally made it out the door I rang the office.
"Good Morning Gene"
"Morning Tat"
"I'm running a little late"
"No worries (everyone wonders where I get that, its from him), take your time"
The weather was amazing. New York has these beautiful fall days. It's cold, but not freezing. The sky can be clear and bright and so blue. The sun beams and the clouds speed by. This was one of those mornings. As I hoofed along Astoria Blvd to the N train I turned up the radio. The headphones permanently attached to my ears hummed along. I liked to listen to morning radio, Elvis Duran to be exact (they just brought his morning show to Atlanta, its a really stupid morning show but I was only 31 so cut me some slack).
As I climbed the stairs to the elevated platform with some stupid bit blathering in my ears, something happened.
The DJ stopped talking and stated a plane has just hit the World Trade Center. I looked to my left, downtown Manhattan was just beyond my view but I could see smoke. I boarded the train and called Gene.
My office was on Park Ave South, it faced downtown, my window had a direct view of the towers.
"Gene!"
"Everything is ok, it's a horrible accident but everything is ok"
"Ok, have you called SCOR?" (our largest client on the 23rd floor of Two World Trade)
"Not yet"
"Ok, I'll call from the train"
"see you in a minute"
"see you"
And that's what it was, a horrible accident. Planes hit buildings in NY. They just do, it's horrible but it happens.
I continued on the train dialing the Scor offices with no success.
Good, they are probably evacuating, just as a precaution.
As the train turned into Queensboro I could finally see the towers. There was a gaping hole and smoke was pouring out, this was not a small plane, this was a really bad accident.
Then it happened......................
an explosion or something.............................
I didn't know, but fire shot out of the other tower.
I'm sure there was reaction of the people around me but I don't recall that. I just remember the words in my headphones. It was John Bell, he was a DJ, he said
"A second plane has just hit the World Trade Center............
this is no accident...............we are under attack"
The train was moving toward the tunnel, a sudden panic came over me as I realized what was happening but there was nothing I could do.
I sat there and breathed and looked out the window.
As we entered the tunnel to Manhattan the view outside went black and the voices on my headphones turned to static.
Thursday, May 9, 2013
A love letter for my sister
THIS WEEK HAS SUCKED!!!!!
Truly, truly sucked
However, the past 24 hours have been an incredible improvement, Moms better, the job...........well that still sucks.......................and.............I got to talk to my "sister"
I don't have a sister, at least not a biological sister, I have a sister that I picked and that picked me.
We met at Lenox Square she was 15? I was 17?........I can't remember, I'm old now :)
She was..............well partaking in something I recognized right away (YEEEEEEES) so, being big sisterly, I promptly took her to the best stores to continue her "journey" for the afternoon.
(whatever happened to smegma, we had him for years?)
We have been best friends ever since and I love her with every fiber of my being.
I have driven through the night to get her after that "bad time" at school. She has flown in to be by my side after "the accident", we have laughed and giggled while secretly smoking (we don't smoke shhhhhhh, its a secret). I have cried with joy as she told me about her babies and she has cried with pain as told her of my most recent heartbreak.
That being said, it is hard for us to find time to talk. We live thousands of miles apart, she has two beautiful baby girls, I have a nutty job that keeps me working at odd hours..........it's just hard.
This week required finding the time. The interesting thing is that she had a sucko week too, like WOW sucko and needed to talk me just as badly as I needed to talk to her. Its funny how that happens.
It's a wonderful thing to know someone and have them know you back. No one can calm me like she can, no one can make me see things as clearly, and I hope I do the same for her.
I hope and pray that everyone has someone like this in their life. Someone that truly knows them, knows the good, the bad, the ugly and the truly terrifying parts of them.......and stays anyway.
K, I am so sorry for the pain you have been experiencing. I hurt for you and your beautiful family but I know that this too shall pass. Know that I hold you, the "Great" husband and the beautiful babies in my heart and I will see you very soon.........I promise. MWAH!!!
Truly, truly sucked
However, the past 24 hours have been an incredible improvement, Moms better, the job...........well that still sucks.......................and.............I got to talk to my "sister"
I don't have a sister, at least not a biological sister, I have a sister that I picked and that picked me.
We met at Lenox Square she was 15? I was 17?........I can't remember, I'm old now :)
She was..............well partaking in something I recognized right away (YEEEEEEES) so, being big sisterly, I promptly took her to the best stores to continue her "journey" for the afternoon.
(whatever happened to smegma, we had him for years?)
We have been best friends ever since and I love her with every fiber of my being.
I have driven through the night to get her after that "bad time" at school. She has flown in to be by my side after "the accident", we have laughed and giggled while secretly smoking (we don't smoke shhhhhhh, its a secret). I have cried with joy as she told me about her babies and she has cried with pain as told her of my most recent heartbreak.
That being said, it is hard for us to find time to talk. We live thousands of miles apart, she has two beautiful baby girls, I have a nutty job that keeps me working at odd hours..........it's just hard.
This week required finding the time. The interesting thing is that she had a sucko week too, like WOW sucko and needed to talk me just as badly as I needed to talk to her. Its funny how that happens.
It's a wonderful thing to know someone and have them know you back. No one can calm me like she can, no one can make me see things as clearly, and I hope I do the same for her.
I hope and pray that everyone has someone like this in their life. Someone that truly knows them, knows the good, the bad, the ugly and the truly terrifying parts of them.......and stays anyway.
K, I am so sorry for the pain you have been experiencing. I hurt for you and your beautiful family but I know that this too shall pass. Know that I hold you, the "Great" husband and the beautiful babies in my heart and I will see you very soon.........I promise. MWAH!!!
Sunday, May 5, 2013
The Duomo
This commercial makes me sad, I never want to be so caught up in a text message or a facebook post or anything so trivial that I miss something truly beautiful. It reminds me of a very telling time in my past.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pyLlD1-vKWA
I was in Florence Italy for the first time. Florence is beautiful. Everything about it is beautiful, the buildings, the people, the food....everything
This was the view from my tiny little hotel room (not a really beautiful place but the view........)
This was before digital photography but you get the idea........beautiful.
Anyway, I was on this trip with someone that I would normally never travel with. It was a business trip and those tend to make for bizarre traveling companions. She was a cute girl, very smart, from a rather wealthy family. This was not her first trip to Italy and she was not nearly as impressed as I was.
I've been lucky enough to go back to Italy since then and it still impresses me. I'm glad for that, I don't ever want to become as bored as this girl appeared to be at the ripe old age of 27.
We clashed a little, but it was minor..............................until The Duomo.
The word Duomo actually means cathedral but for most of us when someone says The Duomo they are referring to the Florence Cathedral. It is unbelievable. It is still the largest brick dome ever constructed, it was begun in 1296 and consecrated in 1436. The facade is various shades of green, pink and white marble
it is a truly magnificent work of art.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Florence_Cathedral
Well on the day that I went to view the Duomo, my traveling companion really wanted to go shopping. As I gazed at this amazing structure all I could hear was the chirp of "do you want to go to Fendi?" "Oh. look there's the Prada store. Don't you want to go to the Prada store?"
I advised her several times that she did not have to stay with me and could go shopping. She just pouted and said "no we can go look at the big church".
I have never understood the need some people have to be attached at the hip. Just last weekend a girlfriend asked if I had to go to the bathroom when she got up to pee. I said no, she gave me a look. Ok fine, I have to pee. I'm 42 years old, why am I still being asked to go to the bathroom with my girlfriends, shouldn't this have stopped after high school. My point is this. if she wants to go shopping, go shopping. I want to look at the Duomo and I do not need you here rolling your eyes about it.
But she stayed, and she continued to roll her eyes about it. When she made one last comment about yet another stupid store I lost it. 'Listen, just go to the blanking store, I don't care, I don't want to go shopping and I'm sick and tired of hearing you bitch about it!"
The look on her face still makes me smile. She just turned and marched off into Prada leaving me alone in the hustle of the Piazza del Duomo......which is what I wanted all along.
It was such a great day, I strolled through that beautiful city, drank too much espresso and ate little slices of zucchini pizza. I watched street performers and painters, walked along the Arno and yes, I did shop, along Ponte Vecchio. Ha ha!!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pyLlD1-vKWA
I was in Florence Italy for the first time. Florence is beautiful. Everything about it is beautiful, the buildings, the people, the food....everything
This was the view from my tiny little hotel room (not a really beautiful place but the view........)
Anyway, I was on this trip with someone that I would normally never travel with. It was a business trip and those tend to make for bizarre traveling companions. She was a cute girl, very smart, from a rather wealthy family. This was not her first trip to Italy and she was not nearly as impressed as I was.
I've been lucky enough to go back to Italy since then and it still impresses me. I'm glad for that, I don't ever want to become as bored as this girl appeared to be at the ripe old age of 27.
We clashed a little, but it was minor..............................until The Duomo.
The word Duomo actually means cathedral but for most of us when someone says The Duomo they are referring to the Florence Cathedral. It is unbelievable. It is still the largest brick dome ever constructed, it was begun in 1296 and consecrated in 1436. The facade is various shades of green, pink and white marble
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Florence_Cathedral
Well on the day that I went to view the Duomo, my traveling companion really wanted to go shopping. As I gazed at this amazing structure all I could hear was the chirp of "do you want to go to Fendi?" "Oh. look there's the Prada store. Don't you want to go to the Prada store?"
I advised her several times that she did not have to stay with me and could go shopping. She just pouted and said "no we can go look at the big church".
I have never understood the need some people have to be attached at the hip. Just last weekend a girlfriend asked if I had to go to the bathroom when she got up to pee. I said no, she gave me a look. Ok fine, I have to pee. I'm 42 years old, why am I still being asked to go to the bathroom with my girlfriends, shouldn't this have stopped after high school. My point is this. if she wants to go shopping, go shopping. I want to look at the Duomo and I do not need you here rolling your eyes about it.
But she stayed, and she continued to roll her eyes about it. When she made one last comment about yet another stupid store I lost it. 'Listen, just go to the blanking store, I don't care, I don't want to go shopping and I'm sick and tired of hearing you bitch about it!"
The look on her face still makes me smile. She just turned and marched off into Prada leaving me alone in the hustle of the Piazza del Duomo......which is what I wanted all along.
It was such a great day, I strolled through that beautiful city, drank too much espresso and ate little slices of zucchini pizza. I watched street performers and painters, walked along the Arno and yes, I did shop, along Ponte Vecchio. Ha ha!!
Saturday, May 4, 2013
Mmmmmmm..........
The weather sucks today!!!!!
It's cold and raining and no one wants to come out and play :(
So I have been cooking. Now I don't cook often, but when I do........it is damn good.
Today I thought I would bake some red velvet cupcakes but while at Publix I decided, no, I will make a savory cupcake.
Savory cupcakes are a little tricky. I have tried them with a biscuit batter but I think a pancake batter works better. I'm still tweaking it.
4 cups pancake batter
6 strips bacon
2 tablespoons maple syrup
fresh chive to taste
8 oz mascarpone (its the yummy sweet cheese in tiramisu)
cinnamon to taste
vanilla to taste
Cook the bacon and put it to the side. Do not blot the bacon or put it on a paper towel, you want the grease. Also keep the drippings, you use them later.
Pre-heat the oven to 450
spray your cupcake pan with canola oil, you can use cupcake foils but I don't
Mix the pancake batter, chives, cinnamon and vanilla. I say to taste because you might like more cinnamon than I do.
Add about two tablespoons of bacon grease to the mix (I know)
Then crumble three strips of bacon into the mix. (I KNOW!!!)
Reduce the oven to 350
Spoon the mix into the cupcake pan and bake approx 10-12min (until a toothpick comes out clean)
In a medium bowl mix the mascarpone, 2 tablespoons maple syrup and 1 tablespoon bacon grease. Crumble the remaining three strips of bacon and mix into the "icing"
Let the cupcakes cool for about 10 min and then add the "icing". Garnish with a little bacon and chive.
Yummy!!
It's cold and raining and no one wants to come out and play :(
So I have been cooking. Now I don't cook often, but when I do........it is damn good.
Today I thought I would bake some red velvet cupcakes but while at Publix I decided, no, I will make a savory cupcake.
Savory cupcakes are a little tricky. I have tried them with a biscuit batter but I think a pancake batter works better. I'm still tweaking it.
4 cups pancake batter
6 strips bacon
2 tablespoons maple syrup
fresh chive to taste
8 oz mascarpone (its the yummy sweet cheese in tiramisu)
cinnamon to taste
vanilla to taste
Cook the bacon and put it to the side. Do not blot the bacon or put it on a paper towel, you want the grease. Also keep the drippings, you use them later.
Pre-heat the oven to 450
spray your cupcake pan with canola oil, you can use cupcake foils but I don't
Mix the pancake batter, chives, cinnamon and vanilla. I say to taste because you might like more cinnamon than I do.
Add about two tablespoons of bacon grease to the mix (I know)
Then crumble three strips of bacon into the mix. (I KNOW!!!)
Reduce the oven to 350
Spoon the mix into the cupcake pan and bake approx 10-12min (until a toothpick comes out clean)
In a medium bowl mix the mascarpone, 2 tablespoons maple syrup and 1 tablespoon bacon grease. Crumble the remaining three strips of bacon and mix into the "icing"
Let the cupcakes cool for about 10 min and then add the "icing". Garnish with a little bacon and chive.
Yummy!!
Update: the neighbors loved the cupcakes and the maintenance staff at work ate the remaining batch in about 5 minutes this morning. I think next time I will add just the slightest hint of chili pepper. They needed a tiny little kick.
Thursday, May 2, 2013
Had to bring out the big guns today and had to stay at work until 8pm. I do not like being on the property for 10 hours. It makes me a little crabby.
You see, tomorrow a lovely young lady is moving into her first apartment. I love these type of move-ins. She is so excited, her family is so excited.
The greatest thing about my job is being able to help people start something new or start over. I love that!
Unfortunately when she leased the apartment the only one I had to rent was a recent skip.
In property management skipping is bad. It basically means, the current resident left in the middle of the night without taking any of their crap. And it's usually exactly that....a lot of crap.
Skips are horrible! This one was no exception; Shit brown sofa with no legs, a couple of mattresses on the floor, clothing everywhere, holes in the walls, cigarette butts on every surface, several bongs, pipes and other paraphernalia that I would know nothing about (funny, after the maintenance crew did the initial walk-through all the bongs and pipes were gone........I wonder what happened to them, it's a mystery.............................).
They basically trashed the place, and the smell. I don't think these guys ever cracked a window, they just sat in there smoking all day.
Oh well, its all in a day's work, trash it out, repair the holes, paint it, clean it, change the carpet AND pad (cigarettes stink), repair the broken light fixtures...BOOM......beautiful apartment!
Oh if only it were that easy. You see folks, a building has a threshold for the amount of cigarette smoke it can handle and recover from. IT GETS IN THE SHEETROCK!!!
I however was certain that we had tackled the odor beast in this unit and it would be fresh as a spray painted daisy for Friday's move.
Well, my trusty punch tech came in late yesterday and says that unit ,blah,blah,blah, is not smelling so good. WHAT!?! What do you mean, it's basically a new apartment.
I hop on the cart and ride over with a can of Kronic Killer.
Sidebar; there is a product called Kronic Killer. Yes, it's used to douse the smell of weed, yes, the former residents were pot smokers but this smell is stale cigarette smoke, there is no mistaking it.
I douse the apartment in it. It smells like fake lemons and clorox, it's awful, but when it wears off, its great, no more smell.
You can imagine my unhappiness when I opened the door to the apartment this morning and was knocked over by stale cigarettes!! WHAT!?! HOW!?!
So now I have to order an ozone treatment. Ozone treatments are amazing, it basically gets into the nooks and cranies and discombulates the smelly molocules. It's very scientific and fancy and I have no idea how it actually works. What I do know is its expensive and it usually takes a few days. I don't have a few days, I have today.......only today.
Mr. Wonderful shows up lickety split, sets up his little magic machines (yes, we needed multiples) and promptly informs me the price for added said machines. Yeah, yeah just do it.
So tonight my fingers are crossed. If the smell is there in the morning, I am out of time and I have no where else to move this little girl.
Oh also, if you are a smoker..............crack a f%*king window.....jeesh.
You see, tomorrow a lovely young lady is moving into her first apartment. I love these type of move-ins. She is so excited, her family is so excited.
The greatest thing about my job is being able to help people start something new or start over. I love that!
Unfortunately when she leased the apartment the only one I had to rent was a recent skip.
In property management skipping is bad. It basically means, the current resident left in the middle of the night without taking any of their crap. And it's usually exactly that....a lot of crap.
Skips are horrible! This one was no exception; Shit brown sofa with no legs, a couple of mattresses on the floor, clothing everywhere, holes in the walls, cigarette butts on every surface, several bongs, pipes and other paraphernalia that I would know nothing about (funny, after the maintenance crew did the initial walk-through all the bongs and pipes were gone........I wonder what happened to them, it's a mystery.............................).
They basically trashed the place, and the smell. I don't think these guys ever cracked a window, they just sat in there smoking all day.
Oh well, its all in a day's work, trash it out, repair the holes, paint it, clean it, change the carpet AND pad (cigarettes stink), repair the broken light fixtures...BOOM......beautiful apartment!
Oh if only it were that easy. You see folks, a building has a threshold for the amount of cigarette smoke it can handle and recover from. IT GETS IN THE SHEETROCK!!!
I however was certain that we had tackled the odor beast in this unit and it would be fresh as a spray painted daisy for Friday's move.
Well, my trusty punch tech came in late yesterday and says that unit ,blah,blah,blah, is not smelling so good. WHAT!?! What do you mean, it's basically a new apartment.
I hop on the cart and ride over with a can of Kronic Killer.
Sidebar; there is a product called Kronic Killer. Yes, it's used to douse the smell of weed, yes, the former residents were pot smokers but this smell is stale cigarette smoke, there is no mistaking it.
I douse the apartment in it. It smells like fake lemons and clorox, it's awful, but when it wears off, its great, no more smell.
You can imagine my unhappiness when I opened the door to the apartment this morning and was knocked over by stale cigarettes!! WHAT!?! HOW!?!
So now I have to order an ozone treatment. Ozone treatments are amazing, it basically gets into the nooks and cranies and discombulates the smelly molocules. It's very scientific and fancy and I have no idea how it actually works. What I do know is its expensive and it usually takes a few days. I don't have a few days, I have today.......only today.
Mr. Wonderful shows up lickety split, sets up his little magic machines (yes, we needed multiples) and promptly informs me the price for added said machines. Yeah, yeah just do it.
So tonight my fingers are crossed. If the smell is there in the morning, I am out of time and I have no where else to move this little girl.
Oh also, if you are a smoker..............crack a f%*king window.....jeesh.
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