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.