I'm not taking the whole

I'm not taking the whole bridal diet thing seriously yet. Maybe something I should start NOW considering we're <4 mo away. Yikes.

I'm so proud of my

I'm so proud of my mama & sister who've been running in the cleveland marathon for over two hours now while my lazy bum was asleep

Its senior prom at our

Its senior prom at our hotel which is laid out like a mall with rooms around the perimeter its awesome

Hats

I happened upon an article in the LA Times, a poignant little piece written by a twice-divorced man who found love again. I'm not one to wax romantic about things, but I found it particularly touching.

 

I'll tell you this, young lovers: Life has a way of taking your most earnest pledges and folding them into funny hats for you to wear.

 

Dan Neil - http://www.latimes.com/classified/automotive/highway1/la-tm-800words05-2008may04,0,181643.story?track=rss

 

A Night and Day of Excess

We're on a tight budget.  We get good news re: tight budget (see prior blog post).   We decide "We're rich!" and off to the pub we go.  Beers are drunk.  (Drank?)  Appetizers ordered.  Excess food.  Drive home.  Make some cocktails.   Make more cocktails.  And another.  Excess drink.  Hit the hay.  Seven hours later, hit the snooze. Again. Again. Again. Again. 7:06 a.m. SHIT. Excess sleep.  Lather, rinse repeat.  Stand under hot water, willing away headache. Stand, stand, stand.  Excess shower.   Drive to work, with sunglasses.  Belly aching, stop at McDonalds.  Excess breakfast.  Birthday at work!  Cake!  Excess sugar.  Bumble along at work, email after email after email of problem parts.  Excess work headache.

 

And I'm spent.

Law & Order is on... L&O is a big hit around here...

Although I'm starting to get slightly annoyed by how predictable it is...

Opening Scene: Person found dead unexpectedly.

Opening Credits

NYPD, the "Law", interviewing the deceases best friend or business partner or father: "So tell me where was she the night of the murder?" [They are always walking... from Office #1 to Office #2, or from Apartment Room #1 to Apartment Room #2.]

Woman, walking: "She was with me [looking over her shoulder at the two cops], in my studio, from about 9:15 to 10:30 last night."

OKAY, who the fuck remembers what they were doing at 9:15 some night like a week ago?! Also, everytime the cops are interviewing people, the people are always "on the walk" (as in, "on the run"), walking from Point A to Point B. Ummm, if cops were interviewing me about my friends' death, I'd for sure be a.) crying b.) not walking to my next appointment.

I really hope the directors and producers of L&O are reading my website... I'm sure they are! I have loads of good tips... (god I'm an asshole)... (funny is that I first wrote "asshold" rather than "asshole")...

T.G.!

There is a God... someone leased our old apartment and now we are spared of continuing to pay $900+ for an apartment we are no longer occupying!   Huzzah!

 

In other T.G. news, I got a free month subscription of Blockbuster Online and now can reminsce while watching Freaks and Geeks, Season One (of one).  Judd Apatow not at his best, but pretty good nonetheless. I definitely

 

In other non-related news, the sky is such a beautiful shade of blue/green/gray right now, right at the cusp of night, between post-dusk and night, I wish I could bottle it up and paint my bedroom with it.  Also make skirts and eyeliner and a nighttime ballad with it.  Lovely.  Lively, oddly.

 

Lastly, I'm really excited for my sister to be moving to D.C. for grad school... I hope to live somewhat vicariously through her... D.C. is such a fun city, I am envious and excited at the same time, much more excited than envious. Minus the feeling of politicis (quite ubiquitous, really!) there's an awesome sense of learning and culture and education and philanthropy and non-profit goodness so-to-speak that it's pretty cool.

 

Much cooler than buying various PVC, polycarbonate, and dip-molded parts for the medical device industry... wah-waaaah.

Omg the guy next to

Omg the guy next to me on the plane has shackles around his ankles i am texting from the airplane bathroom pre takeoff of course

I am sooo loving this. Let me tell you, I abhor the Microsoft Paperclip. Even worse is the stupid dog you get when searching for files. Hate hate hate.

You know what I don't hate? Rollerblading! Whoo! See post below... we're having a good time with our new rollerblades, even though spring has sprung here and with that a plethora of mosquito-y bugs and such. Nothing like wheeeeeee!ing down a slight incline right into a black curtain of buggery. Yummy.

Anyway, it's almost Friday. It's sick how much I look forward to Fridays. In fact, it's sick how much I look forward to retirement. Yikes. Anyway, so I'm traveling to LA next week for work, and we're staying in Torrance. OMG what do you think of when you hear Torrance?!?!?!?! I won't even give you a clue, you shouldn't need one.

I leave you with this: is purple cabbage not the most beautiful veggie?!

Birthday

Twenty-six was a great birthday, by my measure.  It started with breakfast in bed, a leisurely start to the day, and a true clean slate of a Saturday in which I could do whatever I wanted to do. Nick and I went on a wild goose chase, that ended up being not-so-wild as we were lucky on our second store.  The goods? Rollerblades.  Yeah man! Nothing to make you feel like half your age than a good pair of rollerblades. Nevermind the fact that the wrist pads and knee pads I threw in there for good measure took me right back up to twenty-six, or doubled my age, rather, but it’s all good. I’ll take a bruised vanity over a broken appendage ANYDAY.

 

Donning my impressive safety gear and new ‘blades, we took full advantage of a beautifully sunny Saturday and headed over to the Metropark.  It was nearly 50 degrees and the park was nowhere near empty. Other couples were strolling on the path, kids were throwing rocks into the river, and hippies were playing disc-golf. It was a picturesque early springtime painting. Sublime.

 

After my first foray into rollerblading in over a decade, we took to the open road in search of a quaint little restaurant on a nearby lake, but was unsuccessful. Some deep-dish pizza pie was a very close second option, and I was pleased nonetheless. I thought to myself, “Damn, I am lucky!”

 

After bumming around the house, watching bad movies (Perfect Stranger, The Lookout), and lollygagging, it was time for some birthday dessert.  Headed up to the bar, got myself a martini (the b.f. a beer) and we each ordered a dessert. Of course, when Nick’s dessert came, and looked ever so appetizing, I took the liberty of having a few heaping forkfuls, you know, it being my birthday and all. He didn’t even touch mine. What a gentleman.

 

So, the day didn’t involve partying like a rockstar, I didn’t have a huge party with copious amounts of liquor and beer, I didn’t demand roses and diamonds and the likes, but damn, that was as near a perfect day as I’ve ever had. Damn, I am lucky.