the return of lady jaded

New Year 2008 Glitter Graphics

so i just finished the new douglas coupland novel entitled "the gum thief" and it inspired me to get my ass back on here. i don't know if i'll have the time to keep it up, but i guess we'll play that by ear. there are 2 reasons that i stopped my blog. wanna know them? yes, you do. they were 1)my dear friend came over one night for one of our literary nerd rant/christian bale movie marathon sleepovers. and we were discussing something about her new job. she is working in publishing, and some blurb that she had written up was published. she said "it's not a huge deal, but i'm a published writer!" also, something about ugly betty. how she wanted to be a writer but instead became assistant numero uno at mode magazine. so i decided that i was putting all of my creative writer's energy into this blog. which was just pathetic. so i've been working on my stories. when i get a chance. which isn't too often since now i work so fucking late. 2)let's be balls out honest: my sister's wedding sent me into a spiraling depression. i blabbed and blogged about it so much, and the shit that transpired left me mortified and humbled and just not wanting to deal with anyone or anything that had anything to do w/it. including a fucking electronic diary. ask christina, or jen, or amy. it took me like a month to talk to them about it. anyway.

so here i am.

other than coupland, i guess i can thank my genetically cheesy love of new years for me trying to have a "fresh start." because every new year's i'm all over the "let's make new year's resolutions!" hype. i even found an old diary that listed me and andy's new year resolutions (they included recording an album together. what the FUCK is that??) i am so retarded.

the holidays are coming to an abrupt halt. i worked myself into a brutal sinus infection by staying up til 3 am every night the week prior to christmas, baking cookies and wrapping gifts like i was martha fucking stewart or some shit. i found this wonderful recipe for some cookie entitled "almond kisses" that required i "whip egg whites until they were stiff" until i read that, i was unaware that you could whip egg whites until they were stiff. but i did. i whipped the heck out of those egg whites. (right now, starla is on my iPod and i'm thinking of and missing therese!) anyway, so i whip the whites, add the ingredients all proud of myself for being so awesome. then something catches my eye as i add the 2nd of 2 cups of flour to the bowl. it said 2 fucking TEASPOONS of flour. obviously this was a big disaster. i threw the batch away. and andy felt bad for me bc it was 11 at night, and went out and bought me more almonds. and then i fucked them up again (too little flour. ended up as flat and wide as pancakes). and threw them again. i made them one last time, and they were like rocks (um. too much flour? i give up!). so much for new recipes and being paula deen.

ranting, ranting. where was i?

oh so yea, i baked my ass off. i made some edible cookies (these hazelnut crescents that are my favorite christmas cookies ever, home-made red and green peppermint patties, peanut balls that were too big and ugly but tasted good none-the-less, peppermint bark, mutant gingerbread men that juliet decorated to look like evil mutant gingerbread men, and sugar cookies with really nice juicy dressing). i had my in-laws over friday before, and even after they left, i continued to cook and bake! saturday we had a nice, christmassy dinner with mark and becky, but alas, here is where the tale turns dark...becky kept pouring me red wine, and it was really good chianti, so even tho i protested, she said "now you know how it feels...frat boy!" 3 bottles later (between mark and i) andy said my teeth were red, and all i know is that i spent sunday alternately puking my bile up, and cooking for the party i was having with my sisters, their husbands, my brother and parents...party comes and goes, all is nicey nicey. of course i couldn't even drink down one beer, and have a fridge full of christmassy sam adams.
then bam!
it's christmas eve!
blink.
then it's christmas day!
blink.
the day is gone in a blur of madness...my parents to open gifts, andy's parent's to open gifts, grandma bella's to open gifts, finally time to breath at grandmere's but then it's eating and drinking and opening MORE gifts and then it's santa time and omg, my uncle rick took over the tradition this year bc my grandfather "didn't feel like it" (Yes, i was a little ticked) and he was fucking HILARIOUS. juliet had a blast w/him. (then at the end he's like, "santa's gotta get back to brooklyn now!") we were DYING! then i pussed out and we bailed (it was early, like 7, but we had such a looooooong day). everyone was like, "why are you leaving?" i was exhausted. i was drained.
i didn't wake up the next day. i mean, i did. i got up, made juliet "grilled cheese with syrup" (a.k.a. french toast) and crashed for the rest of the day. soooo sick. i thought i was dying! sore throat, fever, sinuses like hammering nails in my face. i was supposed to hang out w/amanda, who was in for 3 minutes from los angeles, and had to bail, which SUCKED. but i just couldn't bear leave my bed.
and that was basically my vacation. sleeping, resting, taking medicine and vitamins and hoping that juliet's cough doesn't end up being pneumonia.

oh.
altho friday night i did manage to scrape myself off the couch and wash my face and throw on some clean clothes and go see my favorite band echo station play mercury lounge. lorene made this all the more worth it when she showed up with real, hardcore sudafed (the stuff from behind the counter!)and that really made me feel better. hanging out with lorene is always a fun treat, and it sucks that we really don't do it often (last time was november at studio b. echo station is basically my social life). jen came out to her first post-stephen j junior show so the echo wives were reunited, hurrah. there were a thousand people there to support and show love and celebrate the end of 2007 and so on so forth, and it was good times.

since then, i've been sleeping. cuz i'm still sick. now it's in my chest. and i cannot speak too well. and tomorrow is new year's eve. which means i'm not going to bed before midnight.

yes, i am concerned about this despite that it is nearly midnight right now. asshole.

so what are my new year's resolutions?
i don't know what to say. to keep my closet clean? (maybe to hire a maid to keep it so?) save $$? loose weight? buy a house? all these things i want despite it being a new year. but there is just something so fresh, so grade school, about it being a new year. (like the first cut into a fresh piece of construction paper...ahhhh).

so happy new year to whoever reads this blog. may it be filled with happiness, and may all your new year's resolutions come true. and drink a lot of champagne tomorrow night and think of me...

rescue me. no.

i just had a dreadful encounter w/the new rochelle fire department because i live in an asshole building. andy was of course at school in rockland and i was home, in my boxershorts and tank top and juliet is in bed and the fucking fire alarm goes blaring off and the firemen were really quite mean to me. i'm like, seriously, i am standing here in my gd pajamas and a 3 year old is peering around the corner, give me a break. but they yelled at me. stupid.

procrastination and boo to the end of summer

i cannot even type right now cuz i'm on andy's laptop because of course our computer is broken and roger broke right thru the gate that keeps him trapped in the kitchen so now he's spilling beer bottles out of the recycle can and i dropped juliet off at school today and she is so tall and looks so old and i miss her even tho i'm so damn tired and need to get organized.

create

i'm pretty sure that i'm wasting all of my creative energy on the wrong things.

c'mon it's a monster test it's important okay?

we just watched the "extra bonus footage dvd" for the monster squad's 20th anniversary dvd release.
holy cow am i old.
it was so great to see tho! sean is so damn old and so damn short! pheobe is so not cute at all, which is sad. however, dracula is as hot as ever, and who knew! so is frankenstein. also, rudy. um, i'm not really sure how to describe how he looks. but his hair looks like fallout boy and he was wearing yellow glasses. still love him tho, as a friend that i once, at age 9, wrote a fan letter to, signing off: "see you later, band aid breath (not you, the movie!)." (i'm so gay).
also, we found that in february of this year, they did a monster squad signing and screening in cherry hill new joisey, which is a mere 100 miles from here. and i cannot believe that all this time i've been wearing my lucky dracula underpants to the laughter of andy ("you're never going to meet dracula!") AND I COULD HAVE MET HIM!!! my underpants would NOT have been worn in vein. crimney.
but anyway, the monster squad. the movie that in the summer of 1987, we would watch; it would end; we'd press rewind; we'd watch it again; the circle would continue on and on and on and i'm telling you, quite simply, that the monster squad is the one movie that i know word for word, intonation for intonation, musical note by musical note...and i still love it. i cannot belive 20 years have really gone by (hey that's a less than jake lyric, isn't it?)

i've had a rough day

seriously, if you have 2 autistic sons--scratch that, 2 sons PERIOD-- who are 4 and 6 years old, don't get a fucking mercedes suv. cuz they're going to get mud on the leather upholstry. seriously, the woman whipped out the leather wipes about 10 times.

and speaking of people who shouldn't be mothers, when you take your kids to the park on a day like today, DON'T WEAR A FUCKING RED MINI SKIRT. wear jeans like a normal person. and don't make them leave after 2 minutes cuz you're cold. cuz you're in a FUCKING MINI SKIRT.

seriously.

this is my welcome back from a week of bliss.

curse you, bertie bott!

i went to dylan's candy bar in the hamptons and excitedly purchased a bunch of harry potter candy, such as a chocolate frog (which came with a highly tradeable and collectable famous wizard card) and bertie bott's every flavor bean.
so juliet finds them and is like, "jelly bean time!" i give her one and take one for myself, and say, jokingly, "one at a time! they may be booger flavored!" we eat.
juliet gets this weird look on her face.
mine tastes like dirt. really.
so i grab the little baggie they came in and open the flavor guide.
oh
my
god.
booger.
vomit.
dirt.
soap.
pickle.
sardine.
rotten egg.
AND THEY REALLY TASTE LIKE THESE THINGS.
because i'm an idiot, i try again. i give juliet a soap flavored one and take one for myself. she spits it across the room. i spit mine out too (into the garbage, mind you).
and since 3rd times a charm, i try the pickle one.
gag.
seriously, worth the bad taste.

oh felissa rose

so we watched this movie entitled "horror" which is on felissa rose's myspace (felissa rose is angela from sleepaway camp if you didn't know. and she's married to deron miller. of cKy fame) and it was so "HORROR"able that i cannot even tell you. hahhaha. but the trailer to halloween rob zombie fame looks awesome.

in case you wondered if the infatuation had continued...

i dreamt i kissed harry last night. wtf is wrong w/me?

call me mrs. potter

i'm totally obsessed with harry potter. i dreamt that i was him last night. i am rereading the books. watching the movies. purchasing ridiculous jewelry items from the harry potter fansite such as a golden snitch necklace. my god.

thank god for my nomadic journey of my life

last night i went to my husband's 10 year high school reunion. i didn't have the "honor" of going to my own because my best friend was turning 30 that night, so i went to her party. with the people i'm actually friends with. (makes sense). and after last night, i'm just so glad. about a couple of things. first, that i didn't get to mine. the only people i would have wanted to see (amanda and jill, for instance) wouldn't have even been there. so why go, look at people that 1)i see around anyway and 2) i only knew for a year. and after last night, i'm just so grateful that high school hasn't affected me in a way that it has obviously affected a great deal of these people. i went to 2 high schools. john jay i can barely remember, let alone remember those who affected me in a negative way. i remember my friends worth staying in touch with, and while i really only talk to them on myspace or email, i'm still at least in touch with them on a semi-regular basis. plus, sometimes i have the privledge of meeting them in slinkster brooklyn clubs. as for port chester, i think the meat of my journey there began after high school. i would love to have a castle reunion, see how all of the people i used to do plays are doing. i'd like to have a "friends in general" reunion, since my friends were scattered around into many different aspects of my life. and are now scattered around the country. i'd like to have an echo station crew reunion, which i'm going to assume will happen in the near future anyway. the last place i felt like i really was a part of something, of a class, in a school, was st. columba. and i wasn't even THERE the whole time, i went in in 3rd grade. but at least i clocked in a good 5 years with those people. i have been moving around my whole life. i didn't feel like i belonged in john jay because i didn't. i came in after 8 years of these public school kids knowing each other, so it never really clicked. p.c. we all know it was only senior year which was spent basically having sexy time with my future husband in the dark room (dude, we have reunions every day haha).

so last night, i just couldn't fathom being at a reunion like this, and being so weirded out by it. i mean, i don't go out, and i feel like these are the same old people we see every time we do go out. plus, its only been 10 years, so no one has changed. nothing has changed. i mean, don't get me wrong, a lot of shit has changed since high school, but since we've only been out of school for 5 or 6 years, no one has really moved on to this amazing, bragworthy life. and on that note, i canNOT get into the giving my stats bragatory bullshit. "i went to this college. i live here now. i have x amount of kids. did you get your master's?" and it is amazing to me how many people have NOT gotten over high school. and the "popular" girls. and talking catty nasty bullshit. (in front of someone's friend who they are well aware they drove to this here reunion with). WHY THE FUCK DID YOU COME TO THIS REUNION TO SIT IN A CORNER OF A BAR AND TALK THE SMACK? and the most staggering to me was that it wasn't like, "look how fat she got." it was "she's so skinny she's a coke head now." WHAT? i guess people just cannot win. people in general suck. and i'm so happy i don't have these issues. (hahaha, i have other issues so don't mistake that for bragging. i went to this school...)

on a totally different note, i'm so done with the cnr summer program. it was the most wonderful expreience, being a supervising teacher, having my old professors as collegues, teaching not only awesome kids but awesome grad students...but i'm so happy that i'm going to have my life back. i get to spend some time with my baby, take a week off and spend it in the hamptons, clean my goddamn house (thank you lord!). my dear old friend is currently in the throes of labor! how crazy is that? i think roger pooped, so i have to go check on that. what a jerk he is!

soooo totally 1987

i'm getting ready to see poison as we speak, and as i root thru my jewelry to find some circa 80s metal girl wear, i realize that a great deal of my jewelry IS indeed quite 80s. why didn't any one tell me? i am so not skinny enough to wear my old school "look what the cat dragged in" tshirt, so i'm just wearing the same outfit i wore to see less than jake last thursday. but with flip flops instead of the neon green sneakers. (at least they weren't heels). have fun!

weekEND

friday was a rough day at work. while the graduate student i'm working with and i get along rather splendidly in our classroom, there is a reason that the term TGIF is used (maybe a bit too much). i left the cnr program exhausted, only to go work with my little autistic boy. now, i was also making up hours missed due to the wedding and the training i had to attend, so it was not only my 2 hours of aba, but 4. and i must say that the little boy was burning up with a fever. despite the fact that his mom didn't think so. so it was a suckfest day if there ever was one. but then, after work, we went to the yacht club, met my parents there, had pizza, and went on the boat. my dad took juliet and i to long island, and what a beautiful and amazing ride it was. it centered me in a way that i wouldn't have even been able to expect. it was so peaceful and calm and stunningly beautiful. as we drove in, the sun was setting, and the clouds were breaking. it was like a moody blues song. we went out again today, but due to the rough and supposedly stormy conditions, i merely felt like i was going to puke. i am quite tired now. but i'm going to go watch "rock of love" (starring, you know, bret michaels. why are my boys in reality tv shows? we're going to see them ever so soon, by the way) and then of course "scott baio gave me pinkeye". perhaps i will purchase some jani's.
3 cool blogs you should add to your must read list, by the way:
http://underblade.blogspot.com/
http://116andbroadway.blogspot.com/
http://overyyoung.blogspot.com/

swing kids

is seriously my fave movie of the moment. it's just delectable.

and i am also obsessed with the world series of pop culture. and kick it's allmighty ass.

should i give you my excuse?

i cannot believe i haven't posted a blog since june 21st. that is madness. in all seriousness (fyi this must be my most overused catch phrase cuz juliet has started saying it. "mommy, in all seriousness...") i have been hella busy. i started my new job as a cnr mentor teacher (which is stressful and has its downsides, but in all i love, mostly because of the kiddies). i've continued with my best boy doing aba therapy, and he's kind of had a rough couple of weeks so far. i did NOT get the job as a lead teacher, which i am secretly thanking my lucky stars since it would have been so much work for less $$ (it makes no sense)(and it's not really a secret since i told the girl who didn't give me the job today i'm so freaking happy i didn't get it). and last week was THE WEDDING. i am so sad it's over.

starting thursday, i began preperations. i was obsessed with being tan, since i think i look much better in weddings or at weddings when tan (case in point: amanda's wedding, jen's wedding, lindsey's wedding VS. THE QUEEN MOTHER at her own pale ((yet skinny)) wedding). so i paid $22 for a fucking tan at some shithole in pelham. (you can judge for yourself if it was worth it. cuz i was indeed tan at the wedding). i also got a suckfest mani/pedi from some suckfest salon. the girl was so wishy washy i nearly kicked her as she like, caressed my legs. dude, fucking rub them if you're going to rub them. don't just touch. shudder.
rehersal dinner that night. very emotional. mike and amy gave such beautiful and sentimental speeches as they gave out thank you gifts to their bridal party. i love weddings! i love the love that just gushes forth! i also love the necklace i got, as well as the photo and keychain...
next day.
amy beets nearly dotcom moody calls me, ready to go, at 6:15. A.M. i meet her and bethann at juliannos (after strategically placing a sign on my car that says "do not tow me. i'm merely here for the moody-beadle wedding) and we head off to the bronx.
oh, the bronx.
we go to this old world italian hair salon that is so the opposite of carlo and company that i fall madly in love. it's 7am on a friday morning, and the joint is jumping ("joint is jumping=lively, which this place is not"~swing kids)with crazy motherfuckers. we gain instant noteriaty due to the fact that AMY IS GETTING MARRIED. every one in the place wants a piece of us. some special things to remember:
"even educated fleas do it" "they were HUMPING" "i always wondered how they consumated their love..." "who cares if i have a heartattack having sex?" "ladies, ladies" "it's an old blouse..." (about an aerosmith t-shirt) "october? that was right before november, wasn't it?" "jess says things like that sometimes. that's why i like her."
seriously, it was the funniest shit ever. and it was awesome spending so many hours together as a bridal party...we really bonded (us girls who aren't allergic to the morning, that is).
amy looked amazing in her dress and sketcher sneakers, as did us ladies...we hung out at barb's, got hoistened into our dresses (is hoistened a word? i don't think it is...but pretend), took some clever pix (special thanks to jennica and chrissy and their imaginations), i myself took some more clever pix (candid shot...pretend you're talking to each other!), we got into the limo, and 2 seconds later, we're at st. gregory's church. andy and i once again walk down the aisle. mike and amy get married. we clap, there are tears. we go outside. balloons are released. back into the limos. the boys are 12 and want to be alone...no girls allowed. 2 bottles of champagne are drunk. we take more pictures, this time with the males. luckily emily does NOT fall into the brook. we take off our shoes. shari nearly throws hers into the water. flip flops are put on. more champage. girl limo now includes el gato as bartender, so there is dancing and singing and that ed lover song comes on. we have a blast (and boy limo nearly falls asleep, haha). we get to the reception. cocktail hour has not yet begun, so we buy drinks. cocktail hour, delish stuffed mushrooms, a few more cap'n and diets, then it's time for the introduction. i do not dance as we are walking in, despite andy wanting to do his little change move (we'll teach juliet for becky's wedding). mike and amy dance, i cry. i see jen for the first time in a million years. i attempt to be a frat boy for her, but only a mild one. maybe a freshman. we have fun, we dance. we eat. a lot of dancing, a great deal of the rum in consumed. a young beadle boy rivals every person ever to dance. i tell him so. (i hope i did not scare him). i dance with the dj from my wedding, and book him for my 30th birthday party. after we go to davey burns and i assault chrissy and make her come out in her pjs, and then talk to her for hours about spring awakening. then we go home, and sadly, its all over.
i miss it.
i cannot wait to see honeymoon pix...

it's been so long

i haven't had time at all to write a new blog that was meaningful (this is assuming that any of my rantings and ravings are meaningful to anyone other than myself...) but i am so happy to say that tomorrow is my last day for the summer. of certain kids. like, most of them but not one. actually, to be more precise, i finished thus far this week with 3 of my 5 kids. one i'm keeping all summer cuz i love him, and one i'm done with at 11 o'clock tomorrow morning. and i cannot wait. then of course i have my fantastic week off, which is so needed i cannot even begin to express it to you. and then i start work at cnr. for 2 days. then it's the 4th of july! then i work for one day. then it's the wedding! (it's coming so fast!) so maybe perhaps i'll be able to write more in the near future. i'm also not so obsesed with the prestige anymore. it's graduated to an obsession w/swing kids. seriously.

happy father's day!

wasn't it a steamy one?

also, did anyone watch celebrity fit club? will someone please kick screeches' ass for me?

baby stephen has made me philosophical about life

don't gag on the sacchryn SENTIMENTS here, i'm just having a good night. my week has been so stressful and busy and i really feel like a corprate working mommy and i hate it. i miss my little guy. she noticed that i was wearing different earings this morning ("mommy, youa wearin new earrings? they're cuuuuuute.")(how awesome is it that i have a miniature best friend who sits on my shoulders like a parrot chirping these words of wisdom and delight) anyway my interview went very well today. my meeting went well tonight (with me leading it by the way) i am doing great on my diet. i love my life (its one of those days) and of course, we have been given a gift in the form of the 2nd echobaby. the first echobabyboy. his name is stephen robert junior. in other words, stephen j junior! he is stunningly beautiful. perfect face. i love him. i cannot stop thinking about him. and the wedding is coming so soon!!! seriously it is in mere seconds from now. (not really. but actual days). (and i am so looking forward to it!) but summer is almost here, jobs are winding down, i'm starting on a whole new part of my life and career at cnr. and possibly theracare but i'm not saying anything about that. i am just content and happy an not stressing anything. so here is the cheese:

George Carlin's Views on Aging
Do you realize that the only time in our lives when we like to get old is when we're kids? If you're less than 10 years old, you're so excited about aging that you think in fractions. "How old are you?" "I'm four and a half!" You're never thirty-six and a half. You're four and a half, going on five! That's the key You get into your teens, now they can't hold you back. You jump to the next number, or even a few ahead. "How old are you?" "I'm gonna be 16!" You could be 13, but hey, you're gonna be 16! And then the greatest day of your life . . you become 21. Even the words sound like a ceremony . YOU BECOME 21. YESSSS!!! But then you turn 30. Oooohh, what happened there? Makes you sound like bad milk! He TURNED; we had to throw him out. There's no fun now, you're Just a sour-dumpling. What's wrong? What's changed? You BECOME 21, you TURN 30, then you're PUSHING 40. Whoa! Put on the brakes, it's all slipping away. Before you know it, you REACH 50 and your dreams are gone.But wait!!! You MAKE it to 60. You didn't think you would! So you BECOME 21, TURN 30, PUSH 40, REACH 50 and MAKE it to 60.You've built up so much speed that you HIT 70! After that it's a day-by-day thing; you HIT Wednesday! You get into your 80's and every day is a complete cycle; you HIT lunch; you TURN 4:30; you REACH bedtime. And it doesn't end there. Into the 90s, you start going backwards; "I Was JUST 92."Then a strange thing happens. If you make it over 100, you become a little kid again. "I'm 100 and a half!" May you all make it to a healthy 100 and a half!!

HOW TO STAY YOUNG
1. Throw out nonessential numbers. This includes age, weight and height. Let the doctors worry about them. That is why you pay "them." 2. Keep only cheerful friends. The grouches pull you down.3. Keep learning. Learn more about the computer, crafts, gardening, whatever. Never let the brain idle. "An idle mind is the devil's workshop." And the devil's name is Alzheimer's. 4. Enjoy the simple things. 5. Laugh often, long and loud. Laugh until you gasp for breath.6. The tears happen. Endure, grieve, and move on. The only person, who is with us our entire life, is ourselves. Be ALIVE while you are alive. 7. Surround yourself with what you love , whether it's family, pets, keepsakes, music, plants, hobbies, whatever. Your home is your refuge.8. Cherish your health: If it is good, preserve it. If it is unstable, improve it. If it is beyond what you can improve, get help. 9. Don't take guilt trips. Take a trip to the mall, even to the next county; to a foreign country but NOT to where the guilt is. 10.Tell the people you love that you love them , at every opportunity. AND ALWAYS REMEMBER :Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.And if you don't send this to at least 8 people - who cares? But do share this with someone. We all need to live life to its fullest each day!!

START EVERY DAY OFF WITH A SMILE, AND GET IT OVER WITH !

capital g

i just heard the new nine inch nails single and i'm wondering if anyone knows what the fuck happened to trent reznor?

THE MAN

ladies and gentlemen, may i introduce to you...THE MAN HIMSELF. his name is roger, and he is indeed a berserker. he is 4 months old and juliet's 3rd bday present from becky and marky. he is named after roger. obviously. he is the greatest man who has ever lived.

birthday time

juliet turned THREE on friday, can you believe it? she is currently standing next to me writing with a pen all over every paper on the desktop, pretending to write her abcs. these 3 years have been so amazing, and have flown by so fast. i cannot even fathom right now the right words. maybe after her birthday party. which reminds me, i need to go to the storage room and get her annual bday crown from our first time in disney with her.

last night was stephen j's bday. we had a tasty ice cream cake and even more tasty mojitos. as an old woman, i felt bad leaving so early, but we had a lot to do today, and alas, a three year old who no matter what climbs out of bed at 7am. of course once we got home i couldn't sleep. oh well. i'm drinking coffee. i should be okay.

ahhhhhhhhhhh. i am sitting here writing a blog. she is not dressed. she is not showered. it goes without saying that neither am i. let me goooooooooo.

p.s. without giving too much away i want to prepare ye for the arrival of our man, roger. he is so handsome.

memorial day. memories. the future. good times.

so it's memorial day 2007. i was supposed to do some make up hours today, not realizing that andy had work, so of course i had to call in "babysitterless." which was fine with me. juliet started sleeping in a "big girl bed" and it actually was a lot less painful than i had assumed it would be. but i was nonetheless seriously babysitterless. cuz i couldn't even put old jellyfishlegs down for a nap and go to work. but whatever.

this weekend was great!
on friday night we met my mom at the yacht club for some beers and pizza, and took the little boat out to the island. which was just spectacular and beautiful. andy, paulie, lyzz, ryan and i walked the perimeter of the island which was awesome and insane and luckily we didn't catch poison ivy (but we did find several caterpillars) and as we rounded the bend to where our boat was, lo and behold there were about 20 campers set up for the night. tents and all. and they had a really adorable king charles cavalier puppy. so of course we're like, "uh...camping? on the island? total horror movie in the making..." (you see, there is this evil and haunted tower on the island, which is locked up and without a doubt in my mind houses the creeper. you know. the creeper.) as our boat pulls away, who floats up on this dumb little raft-with-a-motor, but the dumb blonde girl with a cooler full of beer and a strapless pink top. i said, "OH NO! now they're seriously in for it...i can picture it now...the dog will wander into the woods first, and then the dumb blonde will go looking for it..."here scrappy, here scrappy...scrappy? scrappy, where are you? scrappy? there you are you bad...SCRAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPYYYYYYYYYYY!" (scream as she realizes scrappy has been sliced open and his liver has been taken out. by the creeper. a la "cabin fever" dog.)

on saturday my mother and i went to see rent (for the 7th time since november)(seriously). we had a great time. afterwards we met all the cast (for the 1st time) and after that craziness (where i told mark cohen that i've seen him 7 times since november and he was awesome and i didn't know what he was up to in the future since anthony rapp is coming back in july but good luck! and roger told me he liked my sunglasses and i discovered that he was in fact british! and where i totally ignored mimi cuz she sucked) we ran ax the street to meet the cast of mary poppins! (and we ignored mary cuz she's a little sucky and too american to be mary poppins, and where we met the awesome gavin lee who plays bert and my mother had him sign her rent playbill and told him "i expect great things from you next week at the tony's!")
(i swear i will post pictures as soon as i remember my photobucket password...)

then on sunday we went out on the boat to the island again which was great of course. the mangled bodies were nowhere to be found, but no one would venture into the woods with me to check it out. my dad suggested that the creeper took them all off the beach to keep it clean (i assure you that this is a conversation that took place). juliet was an angel all day (and pooped in the sand like a puppy). it got quite chilly around fiveish, and my dad took us in. andy juliet and i went home, and i fell asleep while andy worked on his paper.

today andy worked then we went to a memorial day bbq at my house. juliet was so tired she ran into a chair and gave herself a black eye and then ran into the corner of the counter. and has a huge black forehead. dico remains bald as a (uh....bat? cucumber? i don't know. bald thing) and johnny cash kept biting his poor balls (did i not mention that dico got shaved cuz his balls were matted and shaved. i know, too much information. but it was kind of funny). i just finished the works cited page on andy's paper (which he did write a lot of but of course i had to figure out the technical, refrencey types of situation). and now i'm just tired. and it's fucking 11 pm. ahhhh. where does the time go???

things which are pressing on my mind: the need for tickets!!!!!!! cKy is playing a bunch of shows in pennsylvania...one on june 23rd at chad's favorite bar. which is small. and he writes "good luck getting tickets." why haven't we bought them yet?? and did i mention that anthony rapp and adam pascal are coming back to rent for the summer? my mom claims to be on that but....WHY HAVEN'T WE BOUGHT THEM YET??? other things on my mind include "is jen having the baby 3 weeks early?" and "amy's secret gift" and "where is my paycheck?" and finally, "why is flava flav of cat fame staring up the wall?"

oh, and then i forgot about the "memories" part. andy had his freshman yearbook out the other day cuz this kid he went to school with died. and so i started looking thru it (christina will recall that i'm obsessed w/yearbooks. or was. okay, sometimes the obession hits me again...). and it was senior year for most of my friends (jen was pretty much on every page of the book. as was a 12 year old looking steve. and mike moody who apparently likes motely crue and i never even knew.) so of course i had to start going thru yearbooks and it just hit me as so odd because high school pretty much meant NOTHING in the grand scheme of things. it took up EVERYTHING and was ALL ENCOMPASSING while i was rotting thru the hell of it. and now it's a total laugh and a joke and barely a memory. andy's parents wrote "well you did it, and you did it well. you drove us crazy but it was worth it." why? why was it worth it? it was high school. it meant NOTHING. the people i'm friends with now, who mean the world to me, i didn't even know they existed in high school. my high school friends, in all seriousness...i'm still friends with 3 of them. 4 including andy. it's just insanity. "high school was such a blur..."

yay

i got a second interview for the lead teacher position! i am one of 3. and there are 3 interviews. i'm so proud to have gotten thru, yet so terrified of my next step. dear lord!

oh THAT's what echo station has to do to get played...

duh. follow the footsteps of lindsey and ashlee...
http://www.mediaweek.com/mw/news/tvstations/article_display.jsp?vnu_content_id=1002501367

curse you pollen!

my allergies are so bad i am running from both my nose and my eyesockets. it is just dreadful. i took claratin. what the heck else am i to do?

just resting up for a full weekend

so i'm home "sick" and due to the fact that last night i lapsed into a coma and had a fever of over 100 i feel fully justified. seriously, andy went to the office around 6:45 to do something and by the time he returned five seconds later, i was out. and while i could hear him playing halo 3, and was screaming at him from inside, i couldn't move. it was horrifying. and when i awoke i was so drained that i could barely watch grey's anatomy. which disturbed me so much that i felt nauseous. did you watch it? holy shit. we couldn't watch supernatural despite the fact that sam died, and then of course, i couldn't fall asleep. first off, i was scared i'd go back into the coma (where i assure you i was in a way conscious enough to really be aware of my surroundings) and then just so upset about christina yang and lexy fucking grey. christ!

today i keep obsessivly taking my temperature. it's not getting over 99 which is good. cuz i'm going out tonight! i booked our young paulie last week (well, apparently kevin did which was just too funny). so yay, maybe i'll get to have a fun bday night. PLUS my anniversary is tomorrow. 5 years!!! that is huuuuuuuge. and jen's baby shower is at 1, then perhaps we'll have anniversary tidings (not sure what yet? spamalot, perhaps...)then sunday we're going to christina's husband's graduation party. i hope it's a beautiful day. and that juliet is good.

juliet was NOT good this morning. she was kind of evil. granted, she wanted to put her OWN SHOES/PANTS/SHIRT ON!!! but she wouldn't do it. and i was running late. and it was just so frustrating. cuz being a working mother sucks so bad. i didn't even LOOK in the mirror this morning (and i got up a half hour earlier than usual) and i'm frantically looking in the mirror at myself at her school hoping i don't have eye boogers or something. crap.

maybe the prestige is a bad friend.

i was so overcome w/feeling sorry for myself that i forgot to mention that before i had to pick juliet up, i was at a fabulous dinner for my dear friend, amy. (yes, i said "dear friend." like it's jane austen or something). we went out to celebrate her bachelorette, but due to a painfully dreadful disk in her back bothering her, we just did dinner (for now...) but it was great. she was glowing, her mother is a doll, and her cousins and friends are all sweethearts...i am so glad to be a part of the wedding. i'm having a blast thus far, and because i couldn't continue my good time, i was so upset! but i will make up for it, i assure you...

yay for jordin sparks!

despite the fact that i would never even listen to the crap music american idols put out (even old beau who i adored), i am so happy that jordin sparks is in the top 2!!! and that melinda doohickey is OUT. you are OUTTA HERE! wooooooo!

mi cabeza

my head hurts. i think it's the spring. i'm allergic. even tho it's beautiful.

and now my day in photos...

paulie the douchebag aka kelly goosecock aka gandalf the...brown?

happy mommy's day from my cozy jam.


i'm currently getting sunburned. and i love it.

posing like a total toolshed.


yea, here is me. the total american psycho.

she sat down and said, "this is just perfect." and flipped out of it.



coziest girl in america. her sweater was j crew cashmere that becky shrunk in the dryer. pretty good deal she got out of it.


going "superfast!"

this is victoria's doggy, huey (juliet calls him "kuey")

this is old boy johnny cash.

i'm not naked in this photo. i do look a bit like a horse.

what time are we upon and where do i belong?

and much like my birthday 9 years ago, i'm celebrating the dawn of a new year with tears and sobs. going from 19 to 20 was really hard for me for some unknown illogical reason, and i cried my balls off. and becky and i got drunk and walked around the dark streets of port chester, drinking beer and smoking ciggarettes. i got over it, you know, moved on with my life (looking back, that 20 was a weird year after all. but i digress). so i'm on like, searching high and low for cheap tickets to see spring awakening cuz i fucked up and didn't buy them yet and the last day they'd be cheap was today, going to all of my discount broadway sites, when the phone rings. it's old andy. "happy birthday babe" he says...and i burst into tears. i didn't realize what time it was. or how old i was. and 29 is a sucky year. it is old and dreadful, but not as famous as say, 30. for 30 you can have a party (or 2) (maybe involving certain sacred theme parks)(or a dj-rich danceathon). it's just that year long wait, anticipation, of turning that new corner in your life. but i was rewarded with my presents. which are TICKETS TO GO SEE POISON AT JONES BEACH. yay. for those of you who are not aware of this (i.e. didn't know my in 5th grade up into at least 9th grade...)poison was my all time favorite group (talk dirty to me being my all time favorite song)(and c.c. is my all time favorite guitar player) and you'll know (at least now)that i am so dressing like 1987 white trash groupie all the way for this show! the seats are decent, section d, row w (i'll have to do more research)but i'm sooooooo stoked. i love my cc! i love my boys! plus they're opening acts are none other than RATT and Whiie Lion! (we've seen ratt before several times i think. so no biggie, but remember white lion! hahaha.okay i'm totally babbling now and i'm exhausted and i'm so motherfucking old that i cringe. i need to check on juliet jamesowitch, put on something tasty to fall asleep to (swing kids or batman begins)(i'm sure if i see an iota of adult swim i'll burst into even further tears).
on the opposite side of this rambling, i had a great mother's day! my father in law cooked me breakfast. i got excellent gifts. i spend the most relaxing and beautiful day on the island with my family. it was heaven. i'll try and get some pix up here soon.
countdown to VIVA NEW YORK is officialy on.

oh and did i mention

that the boy are in vegas and so is criss angel mindfreak and bam? and that they SAW criss angel mindfreak and joey said "hi criss angel!" just like he said "hi julian" to julian from the strokes that time we saw him walking down the street. and i feel like seriously the most important thing to do at this point is find bam and bring him home with them as a present for me.

my stomach hurts from laughing so hard.

so paulie just calls me and is like, "go to youtube and type this in" and it's this silly cat slideshow with funny words so i'm watching and chuckling, and he's like, "guess which one is you..." and i'm like, "whaaat?" and then alas, there is the cat with the fist up in the air saying "curse you villan!" and if you know me you know that sometimes my catch phrase is "curses!" (with fist raised high in the sky). i laughed with tears rolling down my face. alas, it is saturday night and i'm watching cat videos on youtube. sad. but funny at the same time.

suckfest

unfortunately tonite was NOT what i was hoping. juliet didn't go to sleep at my grandparent's so i had to pick her up and come HOME. ballsacks. all dressed up, looking forward to some fun, my birthday right around the corner, and i'm home. on fucking myspace. checking askcky. with a bloody mouth. writing a blog.

yes, i feel sorry for myself. boo!

heavy hearts

i haven't felt this deeply weirdly sad since i was in college. it sucks to take for granted your husband lying in bed next to you every night, and when the daunting fact that tonight he will be sharing a bed with some men and my too big for us anyway king size bed will seem 4x as big hits home, i admit it, i cry a little. but i'm not ashamed. cuz i cried when lakisha got voted off american idol last night. off to work. maybe my mind will be too busy...

Viva La Bam.

oops. i meant to say Viva Las Vegas to my favorite boys in the world who are all flying their buns down tomorrow for a weekend of debauchery and irresponsibility before mikey gets married and steve has a young julian or isabelle to tend to. for andy it's a break from his already exhausted life as a daddy to juliet, and a wonderful husband to yours truly. even tho i'm jealous as a motherfucker that you guys get to go and have fun and vacation on MY birthday weekend, well, i hope you have the time of your life. you all deserve it. stay safe. don't go to the bunny ranch or whatever. and that means you joebags. i cannot even say anything to gato...just have stories for us when you come home!! drink a mojito for me! i'll miss you all and cannot wait for you to be home safe if your wives arms...don't SHOOT each other. and that's about it. HAVE FUCKING FUN BOYS!!! LOVE YOU ALL!!!
sincerely, Lady Jaded the Prestige who has a very painful yet sexy night guard cutting the shit out of her gums right now. crap.

sexy time.

while i usually post the mindless drivel of the silly quizzes i take on my myspace blog, this one compares me to dracula so...

You scored as Dracula. You are the smooth sexy cool Dracula. Patient and lustful. If you were any cooler youd be ice. Great style with a way of seducing those around you. And three brides who wouldn't want to be him. Akasha 100% Dracula 100% Marius 92% Armand 83% Spike 67% Lestat 67% Deacon Frost 58% Angel 50% Blade 50% Louis 33% Whose your Vampire personality? (images) created with QuizFarm.com

because i love the name piearre

these guys are all grads of lasalle (like therese!) and if you click here and watch their funny video, you can then click on vote! and then vote for them to win. just do it. even if you don't like it. because you're nice. http://projectbreakout.com/video/284-pellman-s-syndrome

BITCH.

i am sick of people who are famous for no fucking reason. this includes famous in a cult-following-nyc-hipster way too. like, do you want someone to tell you what to listen to? i'll fucking tell you what to listen to. listen to the fucking music that you like. who gives a shit what some twerpy, geeky girl thinks? what makes her better than everyone else? and furthermore, didn't it bother anakin skywalker when he turned into lord vader that he STILL had to call someone "master"??? isn't that a sign that you aren't as evil and all powerful as you might think?

god i hate people.

prom

last night was my cousin krystie's junior prom. to me, krystie is a chubby, boombalati of a 3 year old, so the fact that she was at her junior prom makes me want to vomit. especially since...didn't WE just go to our junior prom? oh, no, we're nearly THIRTY. (in 16 days i'll be only 365 days away from that fateful number)(um. which is 16+365=381)(ew.)(what??)

anyway. yes. i remember my junior prom. like it was a second ago. i didn't have a date, but i went with my good friends. lorene and andrea. and some other girls. like corinne. who always stole my fries at lunch. and i think that girl melissa that lorene doesn't remember. and christine and her foreign exchange student who's name i believe was sebastian. (afs sleepover. oh the memories). we had a limo. we went to see barbara (andrea's mom) who was selling flowers near the highway and took pictures there. i was wearing a maroon crushed velvet slip dress that was so awesome, and my wicked black platform maryjanes. i had blown out my hair, but it looked like shit since this was the dark ages (before flat irons). i remember gina lupino was prom queen, which surprised me and made me happy since she was a nice girl who listened to cool music. (john jay, despite how much it sucked and how much freshman year might have scarred me, was always pretty cool in that the cool people were always actually pretty cool. unlike some places i can mention. like the "cool" girls (the molly ringwalds if you will) were the girls who played field hockey. and the "cool" guys (the emilos? was he the cool one?) were the ones with the shoulder length hair who were always stoned.(all the lover boys). or at least this is my recollection. like in the grade ahead of me was this group of lesbian girls. they had really short hair and really skinny eyebrows and they were so beautiful and so cool and everyone loved them. or at least that's how i remember it. and then this freshman girl when i was a junior who was the most popular girl in the school shaved her hair and it was considered so awesome. and she looked good! i cannot imagine things like this happening down here. without everyone taking smack and starting drama. i need to ask lorene if this stuff is all true or if i just refurbished my memories.

anyway.

the prom.

then was andy's junior prom. where he was the president of the junior class (like the toolshed that he is). we had to go bring balloons to decorate the knights of columbus. (another shocking difference. the KOC??? the jjhs jr. prom was at some beautiful banquet hall. with chandaliers and a fountain outside. so different). i wore a gold dress. my mom did my hair. when we took pictures, tommy came rollerblading up in the background and jumped in. i drove my green plymouth sundance (pre-stickers)and we left early because we wanted to go to playland, but it was closed so we picked up tommy and amanda and drove to the new rochelle taco bell.

my senior prom was that same year (that andy was a mere, baby junior) and i remember shopping for a dress (krystie's mom bought it for me and i think i got the first one i tried on). i remember going with robyn to carlo and company to get my hair done (irony!) i remember andy showing up late to my house because he spent the day rollerblading. i remember going to robyn's house and kenny being there and all the moms and that billy had on tails. i remember that the prom itself was shitty because WE ARE NOT PROM-Y PEOPLE. they played the same shitty music that they always play. the food was weird. another coincidence?? the prom was at beckwith pointe (where becky's wedding is). oh and our table SUCKED cuz our friends pretty much sat together and we sat with the most random of people. and the anal avenger was there. ew. afterwards, everyone went to action park for the night (amanda organized it all and i'm pretty sure she was so exhausted from being in charge of everything that she fell aslep once they got to the cabins). as for us, we were too concerned about sleeping in a hotel room together. we got mickey dees at the drive thru (in the limo) ate it and went to sleep. we proceeded to feel like we were on acid. i think we were terrified. it was the first time we were actually spending the night together (the 11/9 incident prevented me from being allowed to do a damn thing my entire senior year) and no one knew where we were. we were BABIES.

but in all? my summary of all this reminiscing? proms are always so hyped up and they NEVER live up to the expectations. and i didn't even HAVE expectations.

the thursday afternoon "all music in today's world absolutely sucks" rant

holy shit.

seriously.

my iPod keeps crapping out due to the doomsday device that has been implanted in each one, and by the time i'm coming home in the afternoon it is usually frozen. and my cd player in my car is omniously blinking on and off and therefore won't play any cds. so i'm stuck with the choice of driving in absolute silence (yikes!) or scanning through the radio stations that come into westchester. well. what the fuck happened?? there used to be so many awesome rock stations that we listened to. x107. krock. 104.3. and even classic rock stations. now the only music that seems to come through is either spanish dance music, reggeton, hot 97, or ridiculous lite music stations. for the past week, i've had to settle on (more than once) margaritaville (which luckily reminds me of cancun)(and club dread!) and various and sucky alanis morrisette songs. it makes me very disgruntled with the state of the world today.

speaking of which, did you see american idol last night? we fast forwarded through all the bullshit (which was 99.9% of it, forgive me for being cruel. i feel sad for the children of the world, but i don't want to see josh grobin's ugly and earnest face singing some dreadful bullshit)but i must say that i love jack black and his wonderful and sharp eyebrows. he is wonderous!

i am so tired i literally feel my eyeballs freezedrying in my sockets. however, i am going to the city to see some play with my mother, "inherit the wind" which i ever so thoughtfully (thougtlessly?for me)got her tickets for her birthday. i may not make it. i'm so hungry.

well, they're not the prestige...

andy and i have recently caught up with our endless built up and dvr'd television programing, and that has left us able to watch some movies. like "the departed", which made me love old luke seaver once more. (plus, it was a really great movie, like everyone says). and andy's personal favorite, "velvet goldmine" (which i was pleased to find starred christian bale!) i'm kidding, andy did NOT like "velvet goldmine", but i loved it. i love that jonathan rhys meyers just because he is so smoldering. and his voice (if that was indeed his voice. hang on i'll check...)(YES it was. plus i found out that he was an orphan. so sad!) and tonite we watched "running with scissors". which was a really fucked up and wonderful movie. and my mother met that lady who played agnes (the mom who ate dog food and was obsessed w/dark shadows)(jill clayburg in reality) and has a picture with her in her living room. but yes, it was a great movie. even tho i don't really like evan rachel wood, who i believe is dating old marilyn manson. i sound quite trite and mundane writing right now, but only because i took some sinus medicine to help me sleep. yes. due to my insomnia i fear i may become addicted to sleeping aids. i must speak to a doctor immediately. (to see if he'll prescribe something) (seriously. it sucks not being able to sleep)(did you ever know that alex p. keaton was an insomniac? i used to love him sooooooo much.)anyway. my sister just sent me an email of "the landlord" starring that potty mouthed little angel and i yelled at her a lot because she OBVIOUSLY doesn't read this. and of course, she should. oh and back to "running with scissors," annette benning was fucking phenomenal. she was FAR more amazing than she was in "american beauty" but alas, she only won the golden globe, not the academy award. sigh. my screen is getting blinky. i must sign off for now.

cool things to do in nyc this weekend

andy's cousin lori earley's first east coast art exhibit:

"Anima Sola"
Opening Reception: Saturday, April 28, 2007, 6-9pm
Opera Gallery: 115 Spring St., New York, NY
(party afterwards @ culture club)
check out her crazy art @
www.loriearley.com
also check out juxtapoz's interview with her here!

my friend amanda's latest film company produced UNEARTHED, a movie that is premiering at the Tribeca Film Festival.

UNEARTHED is a sci-fi/horror film starring Emmanuelle Vaugier (Saw 2), Luke Goss (Blade 2), Beau Garrett (Turistas, Fantastic Four 2), Charlie Murphy (“Chappelle’s Show”) and M.C. Gainey (“Lost”).

I’d love if you could come out and support the film. Below are the screening times. Tickets can be purchased online at www.tribecafilmfestival.org or at the box office. For more info check out www.unearthedthe movie.com. Would love to see you there!

SCREENING TIMES

Fri, Apr 27, 10:30pm AMC 34th Street Theater 13

Sun, Apr 29, 12:15am AMC 34th Street Theater 11

Tue, May 1, 10:00pm AMC Kips Bay Theater 13

Fri, May 4, 11:00pm AMC Kips Bay Theater 14

Sat, May 5, 11:30pm AMC Village VII Theater 3

not quite as hilarious as that little landlord kid...

but here is young jules with a dirty chocolate covered mouth singing and dancing along to her favorite echo station jam, "let's go steady debbie!"

the live show.

yes! you can now enjoy the echo station show from saturday night warm and cozy at home. you don't even need to get dressed. enjoy!

to watch the show, click HERE!

Show: echo station, live at Piano's, April 14th 2007
Date: 04/14/07

Set List:
Sister of Starfighter (NEW SONG!!)
Harmonic Song
Tell Yourself
Claire is Clairvoyant
You Never Know
Dandy (NEW SONG!!)
Disco King
Bully
Let's Go Steady Debbie
Mr. Heartbreaker
Rocking in the Free World (Neil Young cover)
Breed (Nirvana cover)


p.s. guess what I'M doing with my lazy day? yes, watching the prestige. again.

oh my word.

echo show...just as fun as i suspected

the show on saturday night was freaking awesome. just as i had assumed it would be. we got there around 10ish, and pianos was jam packed. as it sometimes is. seriously, getting to the bathroom was a terrible and tedious chore. we chilled out downstairs at one of the comfortable high tables. right next to us was jesse and the rippers. seriously. as in uncle jesse. apparently steve has never seen full house, but when he takes a shower, he bathes to the theme in his mind. this is just one of the ridiculous things we talked about as we waited til after 1 for echo station to hit the stage. other things we might have touched upon were using your pinkys to smooth out your eyebrows. and our knowledge of various jewish holidays. and of course, mike and amy's upcoming wedding. and how much fun the bachelorette party is going to be. and if amy is going to survive the night, or die from sheer embarrasment. and the boys going to las vegas in 26 days.

despite the great conversation, we were struggling to stay awake. amy ordered us two redbulls, which never came. but since i'm retarded, when some shots of whiskey came, i assumed they were our redbulls, and i sipped it. GAG. anyway, the redbulls appeared JUST IN TIME for the show. echo station hit the stage...

due to the fact that i had just that night watched swing kids (which is quite a good movie starring my old favorite robert sean leonard who is now dr. wilson on house m.d. which is one of my favorite shows. and my new favorite who is of course christian bale.) so i was dancing like a silly goose all night. they sounded amazing, and kevin did fabulous for his first nyc gig. the new songs were so great! i'm hoping that they put the video up online soon.

also, there were some british people dancing (i think they were really from wisconsin, but apparently keeley spoke to them and felt that they checked out). they loved the station. it was grand to see. like old times.

on the way home, andy and kevin listened to the cd. it sounded just fantastic. of course, it was drowned out by me and keeley giddily talking about all things bret easton ellis and christian bale and of course, jack black. who we both adore despite that he was hella bad in king kong. i just love his sharp eyebrows.

okay. here are some pix of the show...


andy, stephen j and mike moody dot com, just kickin it before the show. where's joebags??



moody rockin it out.

kevin looking confident and playing really, really good.

check out the crazy brits!

they just loved it! and check out that girl's white shoes. british? or middle america? you decide.




andy representin athf.


echo station.

echo wives minus one

this is HOW MUCH FUN we were having.

what a beautiful day!!!

seriously. i don't know how i do it.

i woke up this morning, miserable as can be. i got dressed, choosing my capri pants due to the ugly, wet rain (all of my pants are too long for me, and thus get saturated in the rain). i also wore my ballet flats, DESPITE the puddles formed everywhere because well, i couldn't even find another pair of shoes that weren't my Uggs (both brown, not matching my gray and grayer outfit). i pour myself a cup of coffee, to go, because somewhere along the way i totally fucked up and never brought theracare my annual review for this particular child. whose cpse transition to cse meeting was scheduled for this very afternoon at 1.

my day loomed ahead of me, gloomier than the weather itself. work from 8 o'clock non-stop til 1, when i had to skip out on another client to get to this cpse meeting; then another meeting after that. rushing on the highway, missing juliet, driving in the rain...i was not happy. i left the house with a heavy heart. actually almost on the verge of tears. i must be pmsing again.

i get a message in the car from my first mother of the day, saying that her son has not school, so maybe juliet doesn't either. i don't get the hint, and call her assuring her i'm on my way. i go to theracare first. THANK GOD. where my supervisor looked at me like i had 3 heads.

i said, "this is very late, am i in a lot of trouble?" handing over my long overdue annual review. "uh, you're not in trouble...but there's no school today!"

what?!

yea apparently we're in a state of emergency. with new rochelle being among the worst. did i know this? nooooo. did i even THINK to check the news before heading out? nooooo.

juliet had no school today. neither did ANY of my kids. hello!? who would have ever thought that so much trouble could be caused by rain? apparently this area is always this bad. why, in the 12 years i've lived here, did i not know that?

regardless, i'm home. cozy with juliet. i get paid for my 3 kids i'm missing today because of the school cancellation. also, I'M HOME!!! it is miraculous.

i'm not just saying this...

seriously, we have FUN at piano's. you will too!

echo station show saturday night...possibly last nyc gig for a long, long while...

you should come. echo station's last 25(ish) (give or take a few) shows have been cancelled for all sorts of random reasons. (for instance, snow.)if you follow the band, then you knew that these last few cancelled shows were loosely interpreted as the "marriage and babies tour" and at the end of the line would be, yep, you guessed it, marriage and babies for the members of the band. they had a whole slew of shows to rock them into this new era of their lives, but unfortunately it didn't quite work out that way.

fingers crossed, piano's is still happening. piano's is, as always, a fantastic place to see the guys. good sound, good stage, good drinks, good upstairs dj for afterwards. the show is saturday night, april 14th. they go on around 11ish, so you have plenty of time to get there.

more reasons to come:
*mike is getting married in 2 months. let's do a shot for mike! come for mike!
*steve is having a baby in less than 2 months. let's do a shot for steve! come for steve!
*it's kevin's first nyc gig. let's do a shot for kevin! come for kevin!
*andy is in desperate need of a break from his grueling graduate school schedule (and don't forget that andy's already taken his own marriage and babies tour on his own. well with his loving wife. and yea, babies, even ones as smart and funny as juliet, can be exhausting. especially when, as i write this, she is dying herself pink with food coloring. and getting it all over the rug). let's do a shot (or 2) for andy! come for andy!

my friend's movie.

The latest film the company my good friend, amanda, works for produced is premiering at the Tribeca Film Festival.

UNEARTHED is a sci-fi/horror film starring Emmanuelle Vaugier (Saw 2), Luke Goss (Blade 2), Beau Garrett (Turistas, Fantastic Four 2), Charlie Murphy ("Chappelle's Show") and M.C. Gainey ("Lost").

I'd love if you could come out and support the film. Below are the screening times. Tickets can be purchased online at www.tribecafilmfestival.org or at the box office. For more info check out www.unearthedthe movie.com I will be going to the first Friday night screening. Would love to see you there!


SCREENING TIMES

Fri, Apr 27, 10:30pm AMC 34th Street Theater 13

Sun, Apr 29, 12:15am AMC 34th Street Theater 11

Tue, May 1, 10:00pm AMC Kips Bay Theater 13

Fri, May 4, 11:00pm AMC Kips Bay Theater 14

Sat, May 5, 11:30pm AMC Village VII Theater 3

happy easter bok bok

the best part is that i actually got juliet to start saying "easter bunny bok bok." like that old cadbury's commercial. oh no, i didn't get andy any cadbury eggs for easter...i suck! last night we tried to be holy and christian and watch "the passion of the christ" since it was good friday and all and when else would it make sense to watch it? but alas, it was haunted. it was the funniest shit ever. apparently, when andy got it, it saved only the "english" version by default. apparently it is not in english at all, so the only thing we have is the version for the "visually impaired." in other words, blind. so we had some douchebag narrating the whole damn thing. it was hilarious. then it got annoying. whenever a subtitle appeared, they'd narrate: "subtitle." then a woman would read the subtitle. (!) we didn't get too far. the episode of south park which parodies "the da vinci code" was also quite funny. it makes st. peter a rabbit. if you haven't seen it, you should make the attempt to watch it cuz it is so funny.oh wait, here is the part:

in the same crazy ass vein we have this picture:





it's my good friends (i wish) from bad religion at their easter pagent. jesus is greg, who i just wish i could be. perhaps that's why i took the job at cnr this summer...
anyway, i have to go be the easter bunny (i'm wearing pink ears right now. seriously. and ironically, a bad religion t-shirt)for our young jules. she gets some yankee underpants, hurray. hope you have a nice and holy day which is a stupid sunday and we have work monday anyway so what a terrible day for a holiday.

how did we get here?

so yea i had an easy week. so what? it wasn't THAT easy. i got spit on quite a lot. but it's over and i'm off for a nice 4 day spread. i spent today thus far watching "happy feet" which is AWESOME. (and the prestige is in it. aka wolverine) and cleaning the bathroom and singing along to annie with juliet. then juliet and i went through some pictures and made collages. they are wonderful. last night juliet posed for some easter pictures for me. wanna see?

...and when i wake up in the morning...

just having a lazy morning until i go to work. for a whopping 2 hours. now i know what you're thinking, but let me say two things: first, it's my vacation week and i have to work for 6 hours. which is just balls. and second, i don't think you could imagine how hard 2 hours of work is until you have a 2 1/2 year old spitting (!) on you and climbing and jumping off your back. fingers x'd about pelham...
good news is that "institutionalized" by suicidal tendencies is on. and that always makes me smile.
so it's opening day and old wilson is at the game. yea, already, he left before 10. i don't get it but whatever. he brought hamburgers.
and NOW "selling the drama" is on. what a great mix this is. you know, "better than the buzz" which is all those 90s types of one hit wonders or songs we liked. it rules. i made it. and i named it. don't let anyone fool you otherwise.

i don't know if anyone is an adult swim fanatic like we are, but if you watched last night at 10pm for the ATHF movie, boy were you tricked. they got us more than trey and matt did for that "who's eric cartman's father?" shennanigan. if you didn't see, they started the movie (that is in movie theaters on friday april 13th!)and then, it shrunk to a teeny tiny thumbnail at the bottom of the screen. where, yea, they played the whole movie. but so that you couldn't see it. hardy har har. but the first few minutes were AWESOME! my most favorite obsession is finding out who voices animated shows(i mean, cartoons), and i am quite upset about who voices master shake. he is dreadful. but did you know that christian bale did the voice for thomas in pocahantas the movie? whaaaat? i'm getting a headache.

only thing to do is jump...

so the weekend is nearing it's end but i don't care cuz i'm only working for 6 hours this week which is just so wonderful due to the fact that as you could tell from my last post i'm nearing the end of my sanity.

i'm much better now. it was (mostly) hormonal.

some things of note: we got our dresses for becky's wedding. she went from a size 16 to a size 8 in the time since we last tried on dresses. she looks amazing and thin and beautiful. how awesome is that? her dress is fabulous. we got the dress i wanted (same as the one's therese's girls are wearing, hurray!)but not in black as she was sure she wanted. she's a mess as far as her decision making is concerned. but we did it. it's done. and since i'm pretty sure that she's manic depressive, the fact that she no longer had this to look forward to made her go out the very same night that she bought her dress and BUY A DOG!! they're nuts. i love the dog tho, he's ever so cute. his name, of course, is j.r. cash. (like christina's cat. is that weird or what???)

some movie things of note: van wilder was a fantastic movie. van wilder 2, the rise of taj, was not. seriously. i stopped watching after about 20 minutes. it was THAT bad. however, the prestige was the best movie ever. it starred not only wolverine and batman, but also nigel powers, gollum and jarid the goblin king. it was great fun to watch, despite the fact that scarlet johannsen was in it. i also found out today that christian bale turned DOWN the role of patrick bateman in "the rules of attraction" which was a better movie than "american psycho" as far as i'm concerned. but then i think, was patrick bateman even IN "the rules of attraction"? or was he only a phone call to dawson?

one last thing to note before i go finish reading my christopher pike book (final friends #2 the dance): the journal news is so fucking retarded. they ran an article today about the sea monster in the long island sound. i was SO EXCITED. then i read the article and was like, "guys. this is fake. it is so badly written how could you have believed it?" so, hahaha, april fools. too bad. i would have been at glen island tomorrow w/a camera.

aqua teen hunger force colon movie film for theaters is being aired tonight on adult swim starting at 10. why??? i don't know WHY. just watch it.

i hate my job.

so i just left this kid's house, after WASTING 21 fucking minutes talking to his psycho mother. seriously psycho. and then, not an hour later, my lead teacher on the case calls me to tell me that the mom called her and complained THAT I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT I WAS DOING. i'm the ONLY one who has made progress w/this kid. my fucking head is spinning at this atrocity. i am stunned. i am so filled with rage and hatred i could spit venom. into her eyes. i am SO ready to leave this job.

overcrowding.

sometimes i just seriously think that i might go absolutely mad. i feel that way right now as a matter of fact. too many thoughts and ideas and problems that need to be solved and puzzles that perplex me are shoved haphazardly into my brain. they're pushing into my eye sockets, giving me one hell of a headache. while i was with my last kid, i got 6 voicemals. 3 were from one person, who by the 3rd voicemail was frantic that i wasn't answering. and of course, now her phone is going straight to voicemail. what was so urgent? i have to go back to work in 30 minutes, will she call back by then? crap! i lie awake at night, tormented by thoughts about work, my kids, their parents...am i doing right by them? what the hell makes my company think that I'M the best person for each case? what the hell do I know?? plus, my professor from CNR offered me a summer position. as a graduate mentor. how amazing is that? just the fact that she offered was awesome. but do i take it? can i take it? what do i do about my current job? will i be at my current job next year? or will i have this NEW job that is already stressful even tho all i've done thus far is write a resume? my head is seriously KILLING me. and of course, then there's juliet. who is now well on her way of becoming potty trained (she did all the work, thank god!) am i doing right by HER? am i scarring her in any way? do i give her too much sugar? do i feed her too little meat? does she REALLY need ot and pt? or was her old school just really fucked up?

this is why i cannot sleep at night.

i know that we all have...not problems, per se. nothing i mentioned is a PROBLEM. it's just that i THINK WAY TOO MUCH. which was the original title of this blog. maybe i should switch it back. also, i smell like jamaican food.

mOrbiD

this weekend i had to go to a wake for a friend of andy's grandfather, who had passed away (duh). i don't know this man, nor am i close to the family, but as i walked into the funeral home, an undeniable feeling of anxiety washed over me. my eyes filled with tears, which i blinked away because who wants to be the nut who is crying at a wake for a man she never met in her life.

of course, the empathy for the family is overwhelming at moments like these. while i didn't know the man himself, i do know his daughter. he is my mother in law's best friend, someone who she has refered to as a sister. i know his granddaughter. and while i am not friends with her, she is someone who was at one point inseperable with andy. so imagining the grief that they are feeling as they put up with the miserable experience of the receiving line of sorrow (more on that later), i just felt awful.

or maybe it was the vivid memory of all of the wakes that i've been to for people that i have loved. the memory of being 14 and having my best friend by my side, grieving over the way too fucking soon loss of her father. we sat in that funeral home for (what seemed like)night after endless night, and being on that "inside" is a lesson i will never forget. wakes are NOT frivilous to the family members. yet somehow you always have the assholes in the back laughing and making "it's been too long!" comments. (or bringing a bookbag and saying something about green hair, and "i wasn't sure whether or not to bring tissues." idiots.)it's not a party. it's misery. it's hell. i also remember (too vividly) when my grandfather died. my brother was named for him, and i felt that it was appropriate that he attend this wake. it was the last time he would ever see him. (as fake and manequin like as he looked. i'm assuming. because i never did look at him. i couldn't)he was 10. my 7 year old cousin was there, so i wasn't inappropriate. but my other grandfather disagreed. he YELLED at me. and he never said he was sorry that my grandfather died. i will NEVER forget that. some things stick in your mind. like who came and who didn't come. my old boss didn't come. so i didn't go when his father died. things like this...

anyway, so we walk up to the coffin. and there's a little sign in sheet (so you get credit, you know. because in her state of dementia brought on my sorrow, the deceased one's daughter might not REALIZE that you had made the ultimate sacrifice of coming and paying your respects)and then there's the big, ugly fucking wreaths of flowers with the circa-1950's banners proclaiming "beloved uncle" or "beloved godfather" or "beloved dad." (always just dad. just seems wrong somehow.) and it again washes over me. the immense WRONGNESS of wakes. this man is reduced to a banner pinned to an overpriced flower display. his wife, his daughter and son in law, his grandchildren, are lined up, after his casket (which proudly displays his dead body, which is now wearing cakey, powdery makeup)to meet and greet with all these village idiots who have come to be ever so cheery and offer their "i'm so sorry"'s. it's so fucking twisted. especially since here i am, about to have an anxiety attack (cause: emphathy? memory? being a psychic vampire?) and thinking about a class i took in college called "death, grief and religion" where my very wonderful and spiritual professor said that it was rude to say "i'm sorry" because it put's too much of the spot light on YOU, yet my aunt was highly offended when a person in her office didn't say "i'm sorry" so here i am in a predicament, also because this family fucking HATES me. (seriously. they fucking HATE me) so we get up to the front, and andy goes first and my m.i.l's friend introduces andy around ("this is andy, who i was telling you about"...WHY? why in this time of death were you telling people about andy???)and not introducing me at all, i give her a hug and this is the fucking shit i say to her "If you need anything at all, please call us. We're only 15 minutes away."

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

did you hear what i said??? that's fucking RETARDED. i am so retarded. plus, i was wearing a pink shirt. was that awful?

anyway, i've decided that the custom of wakes is just wholly insane and twisted and fucked up for everyone involved. so let it be known that when i die, yes, i will have a wake. but if my body is there, it will be closed casket, with pictures of me when i was skinny and hot littering the whole funeral home. and there will be a bar set up in the corner, and cocktail waitresses going around with delicous hors d'ouvres (yea, i cannot spell, can i?) and treats, and my favorite things, like olives and hot dry sausage and perhaps some McDonalds. and definately an ice cream bar. and there will be music playing, upbeat and awesome. and it will be a party. with no fucking receiving line. and you'll do a shot of goldschlager or soco and lime in my honor and memory. and no one will have an anxiety attack.

gingers.

this is seriously silly

news channel 12 westchester

so first of all, what the fuck is wrong with people?

watch the fucked up video here. (03/20/07) MOUNT VERNON - Police say a mom got drunk and crashed her car in Mount Vernon Friday - with her 8-year-old son aboard.
According to police, 27-year-old Megan Kearney crashed her car into parked vehicles and slid into a driveway ditch at 11:30 p.m. Kearney’s son reportedly asked witnesses for help. No one was hurt in the accident. Kearney, who police say refused a Breathalyzer test, is charged with DWI, leaving the scene of an accident and endangering the welfare of a child.
Kearney’s attorney says his client wasn't drinking that night and she never left the accident scene. Kearney’s son is staying with relatives. Police say about 10 women have been charged over the past six months with drunk driving while their children were in the car.*seriously people get a fucking grip!!! that is just too mortal of a sin for me.

second of all, i am watching it to see if my uncle becomes the mayor of port chester. whaaat?

third of all that woman, janine rose, is just dreadful. like indie-movie-queen beastly. crap! she makes me cringe just looking at the tv. (I apologize if janine rose is your aunt or cousin or something.)

when is spring break?

i slept from 7pm last night and just woke up at 8am and i'm still exhausted. suckfest!!!

scary mary

since i'm 12.5% irish...

i used to be so very anti-st.patrick's day, but for some reason, i just love it now. i used to wear only red, as in "fuck st. patrick's day, i'm italian" but now, i have a shirt that says "kiss me i'm irish." whaaat? so anyway, today since it is snowing and i am not going to work cuz i'm a baby and lazy (whatEVER) juliet and i decided to create a leprechaun trap. now first of all, here is some background you need to know...

Leprechauns, whose legends date back to the ancient Celts, are a race of fairies whose main occupation is to make shoes for themselves and all the other fairies. Since fairies love to dance, these shoes wear out quickly. Leprechauns are also the bankers of the fairy world, guarding treasure and doling out what is needed. They have no lack of gold, for their prodigious memories recall the time when marauding Danes buried their treasure in Ireland.

The word leprechaun (luprachán in Gaelic) means small-bodied. A leprechaun stands about two feet tall and looks like a little old man, his face wrinkled, but his eyes bright with mischief. He is clothed in green, wears a leather apron, a cocked hat, and shoes with buckles. Leprechauns are all male—which might explain their tendency to be grumpy. These mischievous pranksters enjoy drinking beer made from heath (a secret recipe from the Danes), and smoking their stump pipes, called dúidíns.

According to Irish folklore, a leprechaun must reveal his treasure to anyone who can catch him. The best time is when he is intoxicated, and once caught, he must never be let out of sight or he will vanish in an instant. The captured leprechaun will try to bribe his way to freedom, and for that reason carries a pouch with two coins inside; one, a silver shilling, reappears in the pouch each time it is spent, while the other, a gold coin, turns to ashes or leaves upon his release.

Rainbows present problems for the leprechauns, as they adhere themselves to pots of gold and follow them wherever they go. Thus, at the end of a rainbow, you will find the pot of gold—but if you have ever tried chasing a rainbow, you know how elusive it is. This is because the leprechauns are forever moving their precious gold to new hiding places, away from mortals who seek their treasures.

Many stories are told of those who have battled wits with a leprechaun. Once a man from the county of Cork captured a leprechaun and forced him to reveal his treasure. Since a leprechaun can never refuse, he led the man to a tree beneath which the gold was buried. The man marked the tree with a red scarf, planning to return with a shovel, and made the leprechaun promise not to touch it. The leprechaun, true to his word, left the scarf, but when the man returned, he found a red scarf tied to every tree in the area.

So, when you travel through Ireland, be on the lookout for leprechauns. Listen for the "tic...tac...tic...tac" of the little hammer—and perhaps, under a leaf, you'll find a wee little man working on a tiny pair of shoes. If you can catch and outwit him, you may come back a billionaire!

so i tell juliet this tale and she goes and colors herself a rainbow (which does not actually resemble a rainbow, but whatever, she's got some fine motor issues)which we stick inside a little box, set up a trap, and then, to top it all off, fill a little teeny tiny beer mug with beer so he can get drunk! (it's actually soda) and then color it green. here is the final outcome...





now we are awaiting the arrival of some scary little guys with definately sharp teeth and nails. hurray!

supercalifragilisticexpealidocious

seriously, i'm a looser.

why do i watch american idol?

the show gets worse and worse every time it's on the air. i would never in a million years purchase an album created by someone who is on american idol (until it's therese). yet for some reason i'm a thousand percent addicted to it. i mean, again with the love for sanjaya, but dude, he is the WORST!!! yet he is still there. and phil stacey (who granted has the big crazy eyes) was in the bottom three and not hayleY??? dude. america. (america!)(that was from rent!) the best website in the world to me right now is www.votefortheworst.com. it is hilarious, and just to prove it i will tell you that they are taking the credit for taylor hicks winning last year. haha. if i said LOL i would now say LOL. or LMAO. which i don't say. but if i did. also, here is some of the hate mail that "vote for the worst" gets:
Hi Dave how are you? you are a jerk for piking Sangaya he has the voice of 900 angles i wont you to leave him alone pik your just jeallios that sangaya is cute and your an ugly troll beat from the pits of hell you fukin ugly troll asshole i have phoned my layer and he says i can sue you for stress and making me sad so ill see you in court pal
go to hell you gay duo wanna be
-Chris

hey you funnystone! you fucking ugly cold sore looking zit popping running home to yo mommy bald moron with no dick snaggle tooth looking big cow sucking asshole .I hate you and everything that this disease ridding site has to offer .You guys think your so cool trying to play god with these peoples lives this is seious Idol is a seious game and shouldn't be fucked with I demand that you stop with this foolishness gets jobs stop living off of walefare and get a life leave my show alone or so help me you all will be very very sorry.funny stone i have so much hatered for you its so not funny another thing your not funny i have read everything in your site and don't find one drop of it funny so stop trying to be funny and get a job you goober picking midget fucking jacking off cause your to ugly to get layed or date bigfoot look alike you also look like nessie and a mutainted plastic dildo.you problaly wear depends and shit yourself and puke all over the place you eat dog shit and animal shit and you drink mouse pee and lick the fur off of bees
just so were clear I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOUR PARENTS FOR HAVING YOU AND I HATE YOUR FAMILY FOR LOVING YOU I DOUBT YOU HAVE FRIENDS BUT IF YIU DO I HATE THEM TO I HATE ANYBODY THAT LIKES A CREEP LIKE YOU.
FUCK OFF AND DIE YOU OLD BROWN TURD IN THE TOLIET!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
-Tiffany

hahahahah. whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?

i went to see "mary poppins" on broadway last night. holy shit it was amazing. it was the most magnificent and magical spectacular i have ever witnessed. the kids who played jane and michael banks were kind of awful cuz they were understudies, and mary poppins looked like my uncle's ex and most hated girlfriend, but it was a sight for sore eyes...in general. eyes were happy. eye candy. the music wasn't all recognizable, there were a few new songs, but they were pretty good. except, of course, for the time when...in all seriousness i nearly pooped my pants ("i pooped." sarah silverman)...the kids' dolls came to life...and were EVIL and CRAZY and SCARY adn tried to KILL THEM. i was like, WHAT THE FUCK!!!??? but it was a spectacularrrrrrrrrrrrr (rolled toungue) that made me say, "oh THAT'S what all the fuss is about!" seriously. there was flying and dancing on the ceiling and the play inspired me to buy a goddamn t-shirt!! i haven't bought a t-shirt @ a play since tommy. in high school! i seriously think you NEED to go see it.

okay juliet is eating cous cous on the couch (she loves it!) and i'm nervous she's going to start bathing in it, so i must jet. are we praying for snow?

america ♥s white trash

what the fuck is up with the show "engaged and underaged?" it's fucking dreadful.

professional procrastinator

seriously. i've been at this computer for 43 minutes and i haven't even begun my annual reviews or my other various work-related homework that i must do. i'm so lazy when i have to do shit. i am listening to my world's number one mp3 mix which is entitled "better than the buzz" as in the buzz cd that they sell on late night tv with all songs from our youth. our youth as in high school. like backwater by the meatpuppets and then flavor of the weak by some band, and superman's dead by our lady peace and that song that kevin loves...what the hell is it called??? by seven mary three...i forget. anyway. songs like that. it is fun. it reminds me of the party. which was also great fun.

this song is not fun. it's super bon bon by soul coughing. let me fast forward to some ecstasy by rusted root. which reminds me of both christina and danny. who are both so much fun.

fun! oh yea. the party. it was great. despite the fact that andy doesn't really recall much (which was the point i guess) he had a great 28th bday. unlike last year, when we stood right in front of and got sweated on by trent reznor. i don't get it. but anyway. there were a lot of shots. some were done willingly. some were done at frat boy insistance. (sorry kristen). in memory of 11/9, ol' rolfson brought us a nice bottle of the goldschlager. and like champs who are NOT nearing 30, we did 4 shots of that.





(here we are doing shots of the gold. go for the gold!)
and between shots i was drinking water. it was so fucking strong, that shit. oy vey. we played kings. that was fun. despite the fact that andy kept walking away when it was his turn. remember as kids (like, 21) we would play the 'circle of death' version of kings? that was so much fun! 12 drinking games rolled into one. i got the best pix of therese and suzi i. drinking the king death card. let me upload them right now.








close to midnight, but not yet midnight, it was time to break out the cupcakes that were made especially by the cupcake queen, amy beets (they were fantastic by the way) and we sang an early and drunken happy birthday to andy. who annoyingly kept looking at his watch as in "it's not midnight yet" and then stephen j threw a cupcake at his face.





"stay still motherfucker!"

and to prove just how drunk he was, he didn't wash it off for like 10 minutes. the porcelin! the fragility!






and therese looked amazing (the skinny beeotch!) and you should read her blog cuz it's fucking hilarious and recounts her tale of the my chemical romance concert. we had such a great time reminiscing about seLf, and olden days, and fragile himself who was on dirt, and i cannot believe that danny hates "buffalo 66"!!!! whaaaaat???? this is so off topic and i apologize for it.

so yea. it was fun. we haven't had a party in forEVER so i'm glad we did it. i am NOT glad that we lost an hour cuz that sucked. and still sucks. apparently i am a moron who didn't change her alarm clock and awoke a mere 15 minutes before i had to leave for work this morning. dummmmmmmmmmmmmmbasssssssssss.