holy crow how long has it been since i've written a blog? it's columbus day and whew, i have a minute to myself. last week, i had yom kippour off, but no car so juliet was home with me. the week before i had 2 days off, but no car, juliet was sick and i cleaned my house real deep down. so i'm home alone now, putting off doing my lesson plans and some more cleaning, so lucky you, you get to read about my past few months :)
1) fyi i almost totally deleted this blog because some fuucktards decided to float around on youtube and come across my page. and write rude fucked up messages to me. this bothers me so much i don't think you could possibly comprehend. so i deleted my entire youtube page. one motherfucker wrote that juliet was really annoying and wished that he had his 23 seconds of his life back. UH, YOU PIECE OF SHIT. YOU CAME ACROSS A VIDEO OF A 4 YEAR OLD AND WATCHED IT. WHY????? AND THEN FELT THE NEED TO COMMENT??I WOULD SERIOUSLY SLAP THIS PERSON IN HIS COCKFACE IF I EVER MET HIM. another one commented on my kevin spacey vid and merely said "ugh, you piss me off." i swear to god i turned into the incredible hulk and saw green (maybe red). why are you looooooking for a fight? i hate people looking for a fight. so i almost deleted this because i don't want some LOOSER INTERNET FUCKHEAD who is sitting around sans pants saying "ugh, this blog pisses me off. let me TELL HER that she PISSES ME OFF despite the fact that she's a complete fucking stranger." ugggggggggggh.
2)nightmare revisited. juliet is obsessed with the new cd remake of all the nightmare before christmas songs. so i've been listening to it. and it's partially awesome. like the marilyn manson version of "this is halloween" is pretty awesome. the korn version of "kidnap the sandy claws" is fantastic. amy lee's "sally's song" is haunting and beautiful. HOWEVER what the hell was flyleaf thinking with "what's this" which is the most wonderful song in the movie. they made is quite painful to listen to. as did who ever made the oogie boogie song and turned it into a cheesy lounge song. the cd is awesome tho. if you like the movie and the songs, it is so worth downloading. especially if you have a 4 year old who loves jack.
3)suzy i asked juliet to be her flower girl!!! how awesome is that?? i am so excited :) :) :)
i feel like i had so much to write about but now i'm in brain freeze mode and i guess that i'll just go clean.
oh wait! i wanted to write about:
*Southport Brewery in Stamford: oh. my. dear. sweet. lord. it is heaven. angels cook in the kitchen. the food was, without a doubt, the best food i've ever eaten. in my life. and the beer, which they make on site since it is, indeed, a brewery, was laughing at me.i in fact wanted to brush my teeth with it. it was RIDICULOUS how amazing this place was. i got a beer entitled "big headed blonde" haha, and i fucking dream about it...
*Bowling: my aunt decided "let's go bowling! as a family!" totally random one day last week. despite the fact that there are a million of us, a good portion of my family got together and went to white plains bowl for an afternoon of totally different and fun family bonding and togetherness. we had a blast. there is so much you learn about people you think you know when you do something like bowling. like for instance, grandmere is a great bowler, and very competitive. and so is grandpere. competitive!!! it was just so awesome to see everyone let down their hair and go crazy. i love family bonding! i urge everyone to do it!
last weekend we went apple and pumpkin picking, and it was just really great to be with my family, out of the house, doing something. when you grow up and get married and have your own family, it's amazing when you can spend a day as a grown up kid, back with the "team"you grew up with. ahhh. nostalgia. plus last week we were in hopewell, and we had a beautiful day. my mom, liz, ryan and paulie went to some antique store (?) while my dad, andy, jules and i went to the creek and skipped rocks, and then hung out at the new park at the rec, where i totally grew up. it was just a really cool feeling.
anyway, now i feel like babbling brook, so i'm really going to go. clean. and do lesson plans. yay.
oh, please SAVE THE DATE FOR ECHO STATION'S XXXMAS SPECTACULAR 12/20 AT THE HAUNT IN YONKERS...
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Tuesday, September 02, 2008
first day of first grade
for all of you who read my blog, i apologize that i'm basically sending out a MASS MESSAGE about my first day. i am so exhausted i can't even see the screen right now. i wore a brand new, super cute pair of shoes--red!--and my toes are so blistered that i will not be able to wear shoes for AGES. i was in my class room from 7am-5pm. but it was great! my kids are sweet (altho 23 at a time to manage is a lot different than my usual ONE). it was a good deal of lining up and going to the bathroom and clapping and trying to remember names..but so far so good.
i need to sleeeeeep now.
i need to sleeeeeep now.
Monday, August 25, 2008
my-so-called blog
i had a really rough day today and to get my climbing-towards-a-migraine mind off of the bullshit, i decided to watch my my-so-called life dvd. there are a few things i just needed to say about watching this as a 30 year old.
1. i am so fucking depressed that its been 15 years since that show has been on the air.
2. i am also so fucking depressed that i am identifying with the (godawful, stick-up-the-ass) parents.
3. clare danes was straight scary looking in the pilot episode. real white and eyebrowless.
4. rayanne was NOT really as cool as we thought when we were 15. (this is the mother in me coming out).
5. even though i love my mother and she was never like patti chase...no wait, she absolutely WAS patti chase. everything about her. her hating any new, cool friends. stating they were RUDE when they clearly were just kids. i adore my mother. i really do. but in high school, this was her.
6. i would have ditched sharon as a friend too. she was awful.
7. jordan catalano was a complete fucktard. when angela goes in the room at that party and he's there watching "i touch myself" he looks at her, and looks away. without saying anything. fuuuuuuuuuck you. that is absolutely unacceptable. and then, he only talks to her--hell, suddenly knows her NAME--only when she is put in a cop car. fuck you jordan catalano. you are a fucktard.
8. and the leaning thing?! it's like he has a stroke every once in awhile. not cool. weird.
9. brian krackow. why?
10. then the scene at the rave when everything happens...them switching shoes, "with your hair like that it hurts to look at you", her finding her dad cheating, her crying on her mom and falling asleep...this episode was the best show that has ever, ever hit the airwaves. it is DESPICABLE to be that it was taken off the air.
11. i hate that the youth of america doesn't KNOW this kind of sincerity, reality, beauty. they know the motherfucking HILLS and THE OC and other inane, mindnumbing bullshit. it's disgusting.
1990 called. they want their teen angst back. wait, they just called again. they want their joke back. hahah.
1. i am so fucking depressed that its been 15 years since that show has been on the air.
2. i am also so fucking depressed that i am identifying with the (godawful, stick-up-the-ass) parents.
3. clare danes was straight scary looking in the pilot episode. real white and eyebrowless.
4. rayanne was NOT really as cool as we thought when we were 15. (this is the mother in me coming out).
5. even though i love my mother and she was never like patti chase...no wait, she absolutely WAS patti chase. everything about her. her hating any new, cool friends. stating they were RUDE when they clearly were just kids. i adore my mother. i really do. but in high school, this was her.
6. i would have ditched sharon as a friend too. she was awful.
7. jordan catalano was a complete fucktard. when angela goes in the room at that party and he's there watching "i touch myself" he looks at her, and looks away. without saying anything. fuuuuuuuuuck you. that is absolutely unacceptable. and then, he only talks to her--hell, suddenly knows her NAME--only when she is put in a cop car. fuck you jordan catalano. you are a fucktard.
8. and the leaning thing?! it's like he has a stroke every once in awhile. not cool. weird.
9. brian krackow. why?
10. then the scene at the rave when everything happens...them switching shoes, "with your hair like that it hurts to look at you", her finding her dad cheating, her crying on her mom and falling asleep...this episode was the best show that has ever, ever hit the airwaves. it is DESPICABLE to be that it was taken off the air.
11. i hate that the youth of america doesn't KNOW this kind of sincerity, reality, beauty. they know the motherfucking HILLS and THE OC and other inane, mindnumbing bullshit. it's disgusting.
1990 called. they want their teen angst back. wait, they just called again. they want their joke back. hahah.
Tuesday, August 05, 2008
me, a first grade teacher. in general ed. who wouldv'e thought?
yes, i accepted a position as a general ed 1st grade teacher in the bx. i am so excited, yet totally freaked out. here is a review of the school:
At a time when other public schools struggle to provide students with even minimal exposure to music, PS 68 is doing the impossible. Through an eight-year partnership with Education Through Music, a not-for-profit organization promoting music education in the schools, PS 68 offers instrumental music instruction for all students beginning with keyboard twice weekly in kindergarten and 1st grade. By 3rd grade, children are learning the violin and continue with it, or viola or cello, through 5th grade. Many graduates of PS 68 go on to attend specialized arts middle and high schools, and the program boasts of alumni now attending Julliard and the Manhattan School for Music. Children are taught to share their skills with others by performing at nursing homes and community events. As Cheryl Coles, principal for 13 years, explains, "If you have been blessed, and we have, you have to turn around and share that blessing."
PS 68 has been featured (twice!) on the cover of Scholastic News, the children's magazine, and on Fox News, and has received numerous awards in honor of its children and programs. Television news personality Jane Pauley has acted as "Principal of the Day," and renowned classical musicians have participated in its programs.
PS 68 has a partnership with the Chess in the Schools program. Children learn the game, participate in competitions, and use chess as a vehicle for understanding their academic subjects, particularly math. We saw a bulletin board showing how children used different math skills to calculate the number of squares on a chess board.
In 2003, in response to some moderate discipline problems, the school implemented a good-behavior incentives program that, according to Coles, has been very effective. The program operates by awarding "tickets" to classes for good behavior and removing tickets for bad behavior. For example, if a 1st grade class lines up quietly for lunch, and each child is wearing the school uniform (maroon and gray plaid for girls; gray slacks and a tie for boys), the class will receive tickets. If, however, the same class runs down the stairs on the way to the cafeteria, tickets will be subtracted. When a class accumulates a certain number of tickets, it is asked to work on a literacy project and a math activity (such as writing a story and creating a bar graph) showing how it earned the tickets. The class is then awarded a pizza, popcorn, or ice cream party.
On the day of our visit, the children at PS 68 were remarkably well behaved. Whether listening attentively to their teachers or engaging in activities with their classmates, these children showed respect for adults as well as each other. The relationship between students and adults is formal. Students call teachers by their last names and greet the principal in unison each time she enters a room. When we spoke with 5th grade students, children stood and gave their names before answering, and did not interrupt each other.
Many students are immigrants from the Caribbean and have varied educational backgrounds. Other children transfer to the school after having been unsuccessful in the local parochial schools. With these needs in mind, regular classroom instruction is supplemented with math and literacy assistance in the after-school program. Children also receive weekend and holiday homework packets, and, for those approaching standardized testing, "test sophistication" activities help students tackle the exams with a strategy for success.
The classrooms were very large and bright. Living plants, colorful art projects, and enormous chess pieces filled the entryway and main office. In addition to a large play yard, the school has a smaller courtyard with playground equipment designed for younger children.
Admissions: Unfortunately for those not living in the school's zone, PS 68 is full to capacity and rarely admits children from outside the neighborhood.
Special education: The school has "self-contained" classrooms (children with special needs only) as well as classrooms where two teachers lead a class comprising one-third special education students and two-thirds general education students.
After school: The program features academic enrichment as well as chess, chorus, boys' and girls' basketball, and cheerleading. (Melanie Acevedo, January 2005)
At a time when other public schools struggle to provide students with even minimal exposure to music, PS 68 is doing the impossible. Through an eight-year partnership with Education Through Music, a not-for-profit organization promoting music education in the schools, PS 68 offers instrumental music instruction for all students beginning with keyboard twice weekly in kindergarten and 1st grade. By 3rd grade, children are learning the violin and continue with it, or viola or cello, through 5th grade. Many graduates of PS 68 go on to attend specialized arts middle and high schools, and the program boasts of alumni now attending Julliard and the Manhattan School for Music. Children are taught to share their skills with others by performing at nursing homes and community events. As Cheryl Coles, principal for 13 years, explains, "If you have been blessed, and we have, you have to turn around and share that blessing."
PS 68 has been featured (twice!) on the cover of Scholastic News, the children's magazine, and on Fox News, and has received numerous awards in honor of its children and programs. Television news personality Jane Pauley has acted as "Principal of the Day," and renowned classical musicians have participated in its programs.
PS 68 has a partnership with the Chess in the Schools program. Children learn the game, participate in competitions, and use chess as a vehicle for understanding their academic subjects, particularly math. We saw a bulletin board showing how children used different math skills to calculate the number of squares on a chess board.
In 2003, in response to some moderate discipline problems, the school implemented a good-behavior incentives program that, according to Coles, has been very effective. The program operates by awarding "tickets" to classes for good behavior and removing tickets for bad behavior. For example, if a 1st grade class lines up quietly for lunch, and each child is wearing the school uniform (maroon and gray plaid for girls; gray slacks and a tie for boys), the class will receive tickets. If, however, the same class runs down the stairs on the way to the cafeteria, tickets will be subtracted. When a class accumulates a certain number of tickets, it is asked to work on a literacy project and a math activity (such as writing a story and creating a bar graph) showing how it earned the tickets. The class is then awarded a pizza, popcorn, or ice cream party.
On the day of our visit, the children at PS 68 were remarkably well behaved. Whether listening attentively to their teachers or engaging in activities with their classmates, these children showed respect for adults as well as each other. The relationship between students and adults is formal. Students call teachers by their last names and greet the principal in unison each time she enters a room. When we spoke with 5th grade students, children stood and gave their names before answering, and did not interrupt each other.
Many students are immigrants from the Caribbean and have varied educational backgrounds. Other children transfer to the school after having been unsuccessful in the local parochial schools. With these needs in mind, regular classroom instruction is supplemented with math and literacy assistance in the after-school program. Children also receive weekend and holiday homework packets, and, for those approaching standardized testing, "test sophistication" activities help students tackle the exams with a strategy for success.
The classrooms were very large and bright. Living plants, colorful art projects, and enormous chess pieces filled the entryway and main office. In addition to a large play yard, the school has a smaller courtyard with playground equipment designed for younger children.
Admissions: Unfortunately for those not living in the school's zone, PS 68 is full to capacity and rarely admits children from outside the neighborhood.
Special education: The school has "self-contained" classrooms (children with special needs only) as well as classrooms where two teachers lead a class comprising one-third special education students and two-thirds general education students.
After school: The program features academic enrichment as well as chess, chorus, boys' and girls' basketball, and cheerleading. (Melanie Acevedo, January 2005)
Sunday, July 20, 2008
some people are disgusting.
i've unfortunately had to deal with people like this in public while working...young, ditzy lifeguards yelling at a mother of 2 autistic boys to keep better control of them...however, there is a particularly ignorant and awful man who is on a nationally syndicated radio show. read the story and sign petition to get this total fuckhead fired.
On the July 16 edition of his nationally syndicated radio show, Michael Savage claimed that autism is "[a] fraud, a racket." Savage went on to say, "I'll tell you what autism is. In 99 percent of the cases, it's a brat who hasn't been told to cut the act out. That's what autism is. What do you mean they scream and they're silent? They don't have a father around to tell them, 'Don't act like a moron. You'll get nowhere in life. Stop acting like a putz. Straighten up. Act like a man. Don't sit there crying and screaming, idiot.' " Savage concluded, "[I]f I behaved like a fool, my father called me a fool. And he said to me, 'Don't behave like a fool.' The worst thing he said -- 'Don't behave like a fool. Don't be anybody's dummy. Don't sound like an idiot. Don't act like a girl. Don't cry.' That's what I was raised with. That's what you should raise your children with. Stop with the sensitivity training. You're turning your son into a girl, and you're turning your nation into a nation of losers and beaten men. That's why we have the politicians we have.
"
Savage also stated: "[W]hy was there an asthma epidemic amongst minority children? Because I'll tell you why: The children got extra welfare if they were disabled, and they got extra help in school. It was a money racket. Everyone went in and was told [fake cough], 'When the nurse looks at you, you go [fake cough], "I don't know, the dust got me." ' See, everyone had asthma from the minority community."
Talk Radio Network, which syndicates The Savage Nation, claims that Savage is heard on more than 350 radio stations. The Savage Nation reaches at least 8.25 million listeners each week, according to Talkers Magazine, making it one of the most listened-to talk radio shows in the nation, behind only The Rush Limbaugh Show and The Sean Hannity Show.
Someone created a petition to stop Michael Savage! Please fill it out...it takes a second and will hopefully be a step against someone who needs to be stopped:
http://www.thepetitionsite.com/1/fire-michael-quotautism-is-a-fraudquot-savage
On the July 16 edition of his nationally syndicated radio show, Michael Savage claimed that autism is "[a] fraud, a racket." Savage went on to say, "I'll tell you what autism is. In 99 percent of the cases, it's a brat who hasn't been told to cut the act out. That's what autism is. What do you mean they scream and they're silent? They don't have a father around to tell them, 'Don't act like a moron. You'll get nowhere in life. Stop acting like a putz. Straighten up. Act like a man. Don't sit there crying and screaming, idiot.' " Savage concluded, "[I]f I behaved like a fool, my father called me a fool. And he said to me, 'Don't behave like a fool.' The worst thing he said -- 'Don't behave like a fool. Don't be anybody's dummy. Don't sound like an idiot. Don't act like a girl. Don't cry.' That's what I was raised with. That's what you should raise your children with. Stop with the sensitivity training. You're turning your son into a girl, and you're turning your nation into a nation of losers and beaten men. That's why we have the politicians we have.
"
Savage also stated: "[W]hy was there an asthma epidemic amongst minority children? Because I'll tell you why: The children got extra welfare if they were disabled, and they got extra help in school. It was a money racket. Everyone went in and was told [fake cough], 'When the nurse looks at you, you go [fake cough], "I don't know, the dust got me." ' See, everyone had asthma from the minority community."
Talk Radio Network, which syndicates The Savage Nation, claims that Savage is heard on more than 350 radio stations. The Savage Nation reaches at least 8.25 million listeners each week, according to Talkers Magazine, making it one of the most listened-to talk radio shows in the nation, behind only The Rush Limbaugh Show and The Sean Hannity Show.
Someone created a petition to stop Michael Savage! Please fill it out...it takes a second and will hopefully be a step against someone who needs to be stopped:
http://www.thepetitionsite.com/1/fire-michael-quotautism-is-a-fraudquot-savage
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
pretty boy floyd
for all of y'all who didn't see andy last night at the all star game with his fellow bleacher creatures, wearing a tux:
Sunday, July 13, 2008
and this year's youtube sensation is...
my mom!?!
i just uploaded a new video to youtube and while perusing through my account, i discovered that people have been watching my videos. 10, 000 people have been watching my lame, juliet heavy, kid's birthday party videos. i didn't believe it, but upon further investigation i find that they can tell you EXACTLY how many hits each video got.
my mother's kevin spacey video has been hit 4, 775 times.
almost five THOUSAND people have seen my mother meet kevin spacey! she is basically chris crocker.
but this is the new video...despite my large, warewolf like teeth, it is a great and hilarious video.
i just uploaded a new video to youtube and while perusing through my account, i discovered that people have been watching my videos. 10, 000 people have been watching my lame, juliet heavy, kid's birthday party videos. i didn't believe it, but upon further investigation i find that they can tell you EXACTLY how many hits each video got.
my mother's kevin spacey video has been hit 4, 775 times.
almost five THOUSAND people have seen my mother meet kevin spacey! she is basically chris crocker.
but this is the new video...despite my large, warewolf like teeth, it is a great and hilarious video.
Wednesday, July 09, 2008
*sigh
i am feeling really comatose right now so writing is possibly not a great idea despite the fact that there is a LOT to write about.
for instance, the fact that juliet fell face first (teeth first?) into my grandparent's couch. at first, the roomfull of people barely glanced her way, since as everyone who knows her knows she basically falls or hits her face or skins her knee once every five minutes. but my cousin keek had a real concerned look on her face, so i kind of ran over...andy picked her up and sat her down to check out the damage and he freaked out ("jesus chriiiiiiiist!") so i grabbed her and ran to the kitchen...deflected everyone from putting ice on it (don't EVER put ice on an open wound) and got some wet paper towels to hold on the booboo...through her screams and cries she managed to spit out not one...not two...but THREE gushing mouthfuls of blood. her lip was about the size of her foot, and her teeth were pretty fucked up. she was a brave little toaster tho. once she calmed down, her only concern was that she could no longer suck her thumb. my mother in law has her ins with the oral surgeon (where she works) so she got us in despite the late hour. she (juliet, not my mother in law) sat in the doc's chair like a grown up who has never had a doctor/dentist related anxiety attack (my first one was at age 3 so i'm hoping that she is NEVER like me) and even after he pushed her teeth back into place merely said "ouch, that HURT!" and "when can i suck my thumb again?"
i myself went into a traumatic shock coma/manic breakdown and then, due to the ginormous migraine, took a tylenol3 (codine). which was apparently not codine, but acid, because instead of sleeping, i started tripping, all night long. needless to say, after a day/night/day of no sleep and my entire world of being a mother violently shaken up(and then taking a panicky, horrifying acid trip that was probably god's way of making sure that i don't ENJOY taking perscription drugs), i'm feeling pretty awful and surreal right now.
on a totally unrelated (but somehow vitally important) note, i finished the 3rd and 4th installment of megan mccafferty's jessica darling series. they are fucking fantastic and i basically wish i WAS megan mccafferty. because not only did she write 4 amazing books, 2 of which i am totally obsessed with, but she has a blog that has her 10 year old diary excerpts in it. fucking awesome. PLUS, her diaries are basically the same as MINE from when i was the same age. however, i'm not an amazing writer who has created the perfect anti-heroine. maybe someday.
and fyi, juliet is doing well. she is sucking down oatmeal and scrambled eggs, but can't fall asleep (the thumb). every time she hurts her self (she just tripped and fell almost on her face this very second) and i overreact (*gaaaaaaaaaasp!*) she gives me her dirtiest look and says "i'm fiiiiiiiiiiiine."
for instance, the fact that juliet fell face first (teeth first?) into my grandparent's couch. at first, the roomfull of people barely glanced her way, since as everyone who knows her knows she basically falls or hits her face or skins her knee once every five minutes. but my cousin keek had a real concerned look on her face, so i kind of ran over...andy picked her up and sat her down to check out the damage and he freaked out ("jesus chriiiiiiiist!") so i grabbed her and ran to the kitchen...deflected everyone from putting ice on it (don't EVER put ice on an open wound) and got some wet paper towels to hold on the booboo...through her screams and cries she managed to spit out not one...not two...but THREE gushing mouthfuls of blood. her lip was about the size of her foot, and her teeth were pretty fucked up. she was a brave little toaster tho. once she calmed down, her only concern was that she could no longer suck her thumb. my mother in law has her ins with the oral surgeon (where she works) so she got us in despite the late hour. she (juliet, not my mother in law) sat in the doc's chair like a grown up who has never had a doctor/dentist related anxiety attack (my first one was at age 3 so i'm hoping that she is NEVER like me) and even after he pushed her teeth back into place merely said "ouch, that HURT!" and "when can i suck my thumb again?"
i myself went into a traumatic shock coma/manic breakdown and then, due to the ginormous migraine, took a tylenol3 (codine). which was apparently not codine, but acid, because instead of sleeping, i started tripping, all night long. needless to say, after a day/night/day of no sleep and my entire world of being a mother violently shaken up(and then taking a panicky, horrifying acid trip that was probably god's way of making sure that i don't ENJOY taking perscription drugs), i'm feeling pretty awful and surreal right now.
on a totally unrelated (but somehow vitally important) note, i finished the 3rd and 4th installment of megan mccafferty's jessica darling series. they are fucking fantastic and i basically wish i WAS megan mccafferty. because not only did she write 4 amazing books, 2 of which i am totally obsessed with, but she has a blog that has her 10 year old diary excerpts in it. fucking awesome. PLUS, her diaries are basically the same as MINE from when i was the same age. however, i'm not an amazing writer who has created the perfect anti-heroine. maybe someday.
and fyi, juliet is doing well. she is sucking down oatmeal and scrambled eggs, but can't fall asleep (the thumb). every time she hurts her self (she just tripped and fell almost on her face this very second) and i overreact (*gaaaaaaaaaasp!*) she gives me her dirtiest look and says "i'm fiiiiiiiiiiiine."
Saturday, June 28, 2008
i love my life
i didn't think i'd ever have a better night than last night. but i was wrong. because tonight was fucking amazing.
last night, roger talked to me on MORE THAN ONE OCCASION. it was like a dream. at one point, he told me that he liked my necklace. then he asked me if i liked to be choked during sex (!!!) then he tried to get me on stage but no one was around to help me get up onto the stage and paulie and andy fucking hit me in the head for not levatating up but alas...ummmmmm...and then i got in my car, and drove to boston. i got here at 4am. i am so exhausted i cannot even begin to tell u. but i just saw the toadies. for the 3rd time in 13 years. AND I MET TODD LEWIS....IT WAS FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCKING INSAAAAAAAAAAAANE. i told him straight out that i have been going to toadies shows and being in absolute love with him since i was 17 and he took a picture with me. i sobbed the entire show, because they are the FUCKING GREATEST. i am so so so at a loss for words right now and i've been up for about 48 hours and the fucking air mattress is NOT blowing up right so i'm going to try to go now...but i looooooooooooooooooooooved this night!!!!!!!! much as i assumed when i was a young child of 17, todd is in fact a vampire. he is so handsome and wonderful. seeing the toadies after so long, and after being such a huge obsessed fan, was ridiculous. ridiculoussssssssss!!!!
this is me being nuts with amie at the middle east. where we ate moroccan food and drank blue moon. and saw the toadies. HEAVEN.
i married the only person in the world that could possibly imagine how much i fucking love this man...
last night, roger talked to me on MORE THAN ONE OCCASION. it was like a dream. at one point, he told me that he liked my necklace. then he asked me if i liked to be choked during sex (!!!) then he tried to get me on stage but no one was around to help me get up onto the stage and paulie and andy fucking hit me in the head for not levatating up but alas...ummmmmm...and then i got in my car, and drove to boston. i got here at 4am. i am so exhausted i cannot even begin to tell u. but i just saw the toadies. for the 3rd time in 13 years. AND I MET TODD LEWIS....IT WAS FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCKING INSAAAAAAAAAAAANE. i told him straight out that i have been going to toadies shows and being in absolute love with him since i was 17 and he took a picture with me. i sobbed the entire show, because they are the FUCKING GREATEST. i am so so so at a loss for words right now and i've been up for about 48 hours and the fucking air mattress is NOT blowing up right so i'm going to try to go now...but i looooooooooooooooooooooved this night!!!!!!!! much as i assumed when i was a young child of 17, todd is in fact a vampire. he is so handsome and wonderful. seeing the toadies after so long, and after being such a huge obsessed fan, was ridiculous. ridiculoussssssssss!!!!
this is me being nuts with amie at the middle east. where we ate moroccan food and drank blue moon. and saw the toadies. HEAVEN.
i married the only person in the world that could possibly imagine how much i fucking love this man...
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
did you ever wonder why people flock to myspace and facebook?
i am addicted to chuck palahniuk now. i eat him up. for christmas, i bought book themed gifts for everyone, and his book "haunted" kept popping up on amazon. (mostly when i was purchasing an ellis-but-in-a-foreign-language book for keeley, but that's neither here no there).
this is what the cover to "haunted" looks like:
i was getting kind of freaked out that it kept popping up, so i bought it for my godson, terrence j. he likes a good, fucked up read, and this looked indeed like a good, fucked up book.
at the same time, random people then kept urging me to read palahniuk due to the fact that i love bret easton ellis. seriously, every time i bought an ellis book at a bookstore, the angsty cash-register guy would say, "have you ever read palahniuk? you totally SHOULD!"
then for my 30th bday, my sister's boyfriend (who also reads ellis but never has read palahniuk) bought me "haunted," much to my delight. i was all "did you KNOW? i have been DYING to read this! how did you KNOW?" like a giggling book worm that i am.
i devoured "haunted" (despite the fact that the first chapter made me nearly keel over and die from absolute horror and disgust!)* and i am on my 4th chuckie p. novel since then...
but i digress...
as usual...
the title of this blog is "did you ever wonder why people flock to myspace and facebook?" because there is an excerpt from "diary:a novel" that i'd like to share with you:
when they were in school, peter used to say that everything you do is a self-portrait. it might look like "saint george and the dragon" or "the rape of the sabine women," but the angle you use, the lighting, the composition, the technique, they're all you. even the reason why you chose this scene, it's you. you are every color and brushstroke.
peter used to say, "the only thing an artist can do is describe his own face."
you're doomed to being you.
this, he says, leaves us free to drwa anything, since we're only drawing ourselves.
your handwriting. the way you walk. which china pattern you choose. it's all giving you away. everything you do shows your hand.
everything is a self-portrait.
i fucking LOVE that! it is so absolutely true. this is why i believe people go to myspace or facebook (ahem, or blogger.com) and decorate "their page" with wallpaper and backgrounds and post up videos and music and pictures of themselves. this is why we describe ourselves with lyrics and movie quotes. we want to scream out to you THIS IS ME, PEOPLE. THIS IS HOW I DESCRIBE MYSELF. THIS IS WHAT I LOVE. THIS IS MY SELF-PORTRAIT. in real life society, it's not so easy to show who we are. how we feel about ourselves. we have to be normal. professional. uncrazy. civilized.
am i too analytical about this?
*as an aside, i would like it to be known that during his book tour for "haunted," old chuckie p. would read excerpts from this first chapter, entitled "guts." as it states on wikipedia: While on his 2003 tour to promote his novel Diary, Palahniuk read "Guts" to his audiences. It was reported that over 35 people fainted while listening to the readings. On his tour to promote Stranger Than Fiction: True Stories in the summer of 2004, he read the story to audiences again, bringing the total amount of fainters up to 53, and later up to 60, while on tour to promote the softcover edition of Diary. The last fainting occurred on May 28, 2007, in Victoria, British Columbia, Canada, where 5 people fainted, one of which occurred when a man was trying to leave the auditorium, which resulting in him falling and hitting his head on the door. Palahniuk is apparently not bothered by these incidents, which have not stopped fans from reading "Guts" or his other works.
i also want to assure you that even tho this has led people to call him a "shock" writer, i seriously adore him and do not think he is a shock writer despite this fucking gruesome tale, and you should read read read his books!!!
this is what the cover to "haunted" looks like:
i was getting kind of freaked out that it kept popping up, so i bought it for my godson, terrence j. he likes a good, fucked up read, and this looked indeed like a good, fucked up book.
at the same time, random people then kept urging me to read palahniuk due to the fact that i love bret easton ellis. seriously, every time i bought an ellis book at a bookstore, the angsty cash-register guy would say, "have you ever read palahniuk? you totally SHOULD!"
then for my 30th bday, my sister's boyfriend (who also reads ellis but never has read palahniuk) bought me "haunted," much to my delight. i was all "did you KNOW? i have been DYING to read this! how did you KNOW?" like a giggling book worm that i am.
i devoured "haunted" (despite the fact that the first chapter made me nearly keel over and die from absolute horror and disgust!)* and i am on my 4th chuckie p. novel since then...
but i digress...
as usual...
the title of this blog is "did you ever wonder why people flock to myspace and facebook?" because there is an excerpt from "diary:a novel" that i'd like to share with you:
when they were in school, peter used to say that everything you do is a self-portrait. it might look like "saint george and the dragon" or "the rape of the sabine women," but the angle you use, the lighting, the composition, the technique, they're all you. even the reason why you chose this scene, it's you. you are every color and brushstroke.
peter used to say, "the only thing an artist can do is describe his own face."
you're doomed to being you.
this, he says, leaves us free to drwa anything, since we're only drawing ourselves.
your handwriting. the way you walk. which china pattern you choose. it's all giving you away. everything you do shows your hand.
everything is a self-portrait.
i fucking LOVE that! it is so absolutely true. this is why i believe people go to myspace or facebook (ahem, or blogger.com) and decorate "their page" with wallpaper and backgrounds and post up videos and music and pictures of themselves. this is why we describe ourselves with lyrics and movie quotes. we want to scream out to you THIS IS ME, PEOPLE. THIS IS HOW I DESCRIBE MYSELF. THIS IS WHAT I LOVE. THIS IS MY SELF-PORTRAIT. in real life society, it's not so easy to show who we are. how we feel about ourselves. we have to be normal. professional. uncrazy. civilized.
am i too analytical about this?
*as an aside, i would like it to be known that during his book tour for "haunted," old chuckie p. would read excerpts from this first chapter, entitled "guts." as it states on wikipedia: While on his 2003 tour to promote his novel Diary, Palahniuk read "Guts" to his audiences. It was reported that over 35 people fainted while listening to the readings. On his tour to promote Stranger Than Fiction: True Stories in the summer of 2004, he read the story to audiences again, bringing the total amount of fainters up to 53, and later up to 60, while on tour to promote the softcover edition of Diary. The last fainting occurred on May 28, 2007, in Victoria, British Columbia, Canada, where 5 people fainted, one of which occurred when a man was trying to leave the auditorium, which resulting in him falling and hitting his head on the door. Palahniuk is apparently not bothered by these incidents, which have not stopped fans from reading "Guts" or his other works.
i also want to assure you that even tho this has led people to call him a "shock" writer, i seriously adore him and do not think he is a shock writer despite this fucking gruesome tale, and you should read read read his books!!!
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
wasted hours and writer's block
another night sitting in front of this mind-numbing machine. don't know what i'd do without it yet simutaneously hating it for being so tempting. because i spend hours just wasting my life away. watching youtube videos (lately toad the wet sprocket and soul asylum), checking my email, myspace or facebook, or just generally fucking around.
i should be reading my book which i am really into.
i should be writing another short story.
i should be editing the hell out of the ones i've already written. because i've decided that they suck. or most of them do. well, some of them do.
i kind of want to paint.
but here i am. sitting here. eyes glued heavily to the screen.
at least i'm writing.
something?
juliet got her first library card today. she was so excited! libraries are the greatest invention in the world. i don't know why i never knew about this. i mean, i used to love the library bc we couldn't afford to buy all the books i would tear through, but nowadays, damn! they have the coolest children's sections at both the pc and new ro libraries, where juliet can do puzzles, play computer games, read books, listen to music...you know, the same things she can do at home but for some reason is just cooler in the library.
and the coolest part is that i got 3 Chuck Palahniuk books to read FOR FREE!!!! (ahem. i'm aware that that was a "dur" moment, but if you've ever seen my house you know that i basically buy every book i read because i'll eventually reread it...so i spend most of my $$ at amazon.com) i'm on the 2nd one and it's great.
oh, maybe i should go read it?
i should be reading my book which i am really into.
i should be writing another short story.
i should be editing the hell out of the ones i've already written. because i've decided that they suck. or most of them do. well, some of them do.
i kind of want to paint.
but here i am. sitting here. eyes glued heavily to the screen.
at least i'm writing.
something?
juliet got her first library card today. she was so excited! libraries are the greatest invention in the world. i don't know why i never knew about this. i mean, i used to love the library bc we couldn't afford to buy all the books i would tear through, but nowadays, damn! they have the coolest children's sections at both the pc and new ro libraries, where juliet can do puzzles, play computer games, read books, listen to music...you know, the same things she can do at home but for some reason is just cooler in the library.
and the coolest part is that i got 3 Chuck Palahniuk books to read FOR FREE!!!! (ahem. i'm aware that that was a "dur" moment, but if you've ever seen my house you know that i basically buy every book i read because i'll eventually reread it...so i spend most of my $$ at amazon.com) i'm on the 2nd one and it's great.
oh, maybe i should go read it?
without a doubt the greatest thing i've ever seen in my life...
...i could just die!
http://www.monstermania.net/Convention11Guests.htm
we r so obsessed w/the nightmare on elm street movies that andy has a freddy calendar right in our bedroom, ax from our bed...it was one of our first topics of conversation as a couple...and here we can go meet not only robert england, but nancy! joey! kinkaid! alice! that evil fucking boy who was freddy's son! and brooke theiss, who was wendy lubbok (and the girl who died working out in a nightmare on elm street 4) who was my hero growing up. how i wanted to live in an attic with my sisters (and i ended up doing so w/one them after all!). i am just so looking forward to it.
andy asked if he could wear a jason mask.
absolutely not.
http://www.monstermania.net/Convention11Guests.htm
we r so obsessed w/the nightmare on elm street movies that andy has a freddy calendar right in our bedroom, ax from our bed...it was one of our first topics of conversation as a couple...and here we can go meet not only robert england, but nancy! joey! kinkaid! alice! that evil fucking boy who was freddy's son! and brooke theiss, who was wendy lubbok (and the girl who died working out in a nightmare on elm street 4) who was my hero growing up. how i wanted to live in an attic with my sisters (and i ended up doing so w/one them after all!). i am just so looking forward to it.
andy asked if he could wear a jason mask.
absolutely not.
Sunday, June 08, 2008
the craziest day by far...
so we got up nice and early today and went to the autism walk...it was 100 degrees out and insane but it was a great, great walk...my mom & sister becky, friend ann marie, and sis ilyssa joined andy, jules and i as we went to manhattanville (and walked over 3 miles from the parking lot to the walk) and then walked for 2.5 miles. becky & my mom were the first to cross the finish line. it was a really awesome day, and we raised a ton of $$ for research! there were so many people there, and so much money was raised!
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then we went on the boat. it was so hot we actually went swimming, which is crazy to do in the long island sound out by shell island until after the 4th of july. we had a nice, leisurely afternoon... and then it started to thunder.
and then all hell broke loose! the skies opened and we were flying on the boat thru hell. grandma, re and juliet were underneath, safe unless we flipped over, and my dad, becky, paulie and mom were on the top in the captain's whatever you call it. andy and i were standing in the back enjoying the rain, when suddenly it started hailing. it hurt so much we went up w/everyone, and then i saw in front of us. we were in serious death danger. the waves were so huge and at one point the boat tipped dangerously low...re said all the draws underneath flew opened! at that point, i saw the stone wall that means we're about to enter the yacht club harbor... and my dad lost control of the wheel! as he furiously tried to get us on course, i couldn't help saying "dad, can you see? can you SEE? do you see the wall?? the WALL is there!" he didn't answer, he seemed to be enjoying himself, and until that moment (because he CANNOT see! in ANY weather!) i was too. when i realized for sure we would be crashing into the wall, i had to go down under and be with juliet. from the inside, you could barely tell that we were in danger. my dad couldn't even tie up at the mooring, so we had to go down the byram river til it calmed down...which it did. it was wholly exhilarating...becky, however, most likely will NOT ever go on the boat again!
(this is basically us)
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then we went on the boat. it was so hot we actually went swimming, which is crazy to do in the long island sound out by shell island until after the 4th of july. we had a nice, leisurely afternoon... and then it started to thunder.
and then all hell broke loose! the skies opened and we were flying on the boat thru hell. grandma, re and juliet were underneath, safe unless we flipped over, and my dad, becky, paulie and mom were on the top in the captain's whatever you call it. andy and i were standing in the back enjoying the rain, when suddenly it started hailing. it hurt so much we went up w/everyone, and then i saw in front of us. we were in serious death danger. the waves were so huge and at one point the boat tipped dangerously low...re said all the draws underneath flew opened! at that point, i saw the stone wall that means we're about to enter the yacht club harbor... and my dad lost control of the wheel! as he furiously tried to get us on course, i couldn't help saying "dad, can you see? can you SEE? do you see the wall?? the WALL is there!" he didn't answer, he seemed to be enjoying himself, and until that moment (because he CANNOT see! in ANY weather!) i was too. when i realized for sure we would be crashing into the wall, i had to go down under and be with juliet. from the inside, you could barely tell that we were in danger. my dad couldn't even tie up at the mooring, so we had to go down the byram river til it calmed down...which it did. it was wholly exhilarating...becky, however, most likely will NOT ever go on the boat again!
(this is basically us)
Friday, June 06, 2008
Autism Speaks! LaBella Bambini Rocks!
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i am in utter shock as i sit here, because i didn't even think that hitting the $1,000 goal that i set for our team was POSSIBLE. i was FURIOUS at myself during the hullabaloo of my birthday party because i put the walk and all thoughts of it on the backburner.
but now, with 2 days left til the walk, we have officially raised over $2,500!!!! that is more than DOUBLE what i had hoped for! my dear friend, ilyssa, who is like a sister to me, has raised over $1,000 HERSELF!!! how amazing is that? and storage deluxe, andy's company, has donated $1,000! friend's of juliet from school have donated over $100!! john hancock, my sister amie's company, even matched her donation. for the record, the agency i work for, theracare, has a team, so no matching donations for us! however, my good friend, samira, is a mother of 2 boys with autism...they are 2 of my favorite kids in this world, and i love them. she donated an amazing $200 to our team, which was words beyond generous. my family has gone above and beyond, joining the team, emailing everyone in the world that they know, and giving, giving, giving! it has been a really enlightening experience for me. i am pleased as punch to have the support of family and friends so that i can make such an impact in this cause.
and now i laugh, because while having a $2500 donation is amazing, the number one ranked westchester/fairfield team has raised $66,575. oh wait, no. the top walker raised that much. the team she is on, scarsdale c.h.i.l.d, raised $153, 511.00.
i am not kidding.
Wednesday, June 04, 2008
WE DID IT! LaBella Bambini raises goal of $1, 000 for Walk Now For Autism...and donations continue to come in!
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There is still time to donate on-line! Thank you so much for your support!
Saturday, May 31, 2008
keep the spirit burning...
so last night my brother paulie aka the squee aka psqhah had his first ever rock show. about 3-4 years ago the kid decides he wants an electric guitar for christmas or his birthday or something, and here, almost 16 years old, he is phenomenal. he is a natural musician, and for someone who loves music and metal as much as me, i couldn't be a prouder older sister.
so he formed a little band called Vengeance with his best friend, eric aka bubba aka bubba ray doug, as lead singer (i first found out that he was a singer when they babysat for j. and we were playing rock band together...he sang "run to the hills" like a madman), and a cool drummer and bassist they are friends with, for the port chester hs battle of the bands (which of course kevin started).
they were soooo good! they went on first, which was stupid, because people weren't really warmed up and ready to stand in front of them and dance. also, the show was in the gym, which was also pretty weird. my entire family came out to support paulie, but even w/o us, they got a huge reaction from the crowd.
paulie is a fucking sick little guitar player...when he did his first solo (which again was for "run to the hills" ironically)i seriously cried with tears. he is amazing, and again, i couldn't be prouder. check them out on myspace at www.myspace.com/savethemetal.
little paulie getting his shit ready...
bubba, singing
the band, from l->r...danny, eric, amanda & paulie. perfect metal faces.
biggest fan ever.
so he formed a little band called Vengeance with his best friend, eric aka bubba aka bubba ray doug, as lead singer (i first found out that he was a singer when they babysat for j. and we were playing rock band together...he sang "run to the hills" like a madman), and a cool drummer and bassist they are friends with, for the port chester hs battle of the bands (which of course kevin started).
they were soooo good! they went on first, which was stupid, because people weren't really warmed up and ready to stand in front of them and dance. also, the show was in the gym, which was also pretty weird. my entire family came out to support paulie, but even w/o us, they got a huge reaction from the crowd.
paulie is a fucking sick little guitar player...when he did his first solo (which again was for "run to the hills" ironically)i seriously cried with tears. he is amazing, and again, i couldn't be prouder. check them out on myspace at www.myspace.com/savethemetal.
little paulie getting his shit ready...
bubba, singing
the band, from l->r...danny, eric, amanda & paulie. perfect metal faces.
biggest fan ever.
Friday, May 30, 2008
Sunday, May 18, 2008
30Rocks--- madness at port chester yacht club
i am utterly exhausted so i am in no way going to be able to express the outrageous amount of fun that i had last night. but until i can, i want to say that i DID have a great time. i got some insane gifts. i feel the love of my girls and my family, and it makes me feel great! really not going to be up to working tomorrow. it's my 6 year wedding anniversary. we have 4 years left til hawaii. i have so much to say, but my fingers are typing retardedly. so i'm not going to say much now but I LOVE YOU ALL!!
more TO COME I PROMISE.
Friday, May 16, 2008
partaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay
allllriiiiight!
in less than 24 hours i will be dancing the night away in my awesome new red dress, with 75 of my nearest and dearest, celebrating the debacle that is my 30th birthday! i am psyched, but at the same time exceedingly anxious that i am FORGETTING SOMETHING! of course, since i am doing this all by myself (with the help of a very helpful few...)it is up to me (us) to make sure i don't forget something vital-- like the coffee, 1/2 and 1/2 and sugar! the important bases are covered...mark's got 30 bottles of wine in his car, and we pick up the keg sometime tomorrow...but i need to make sure i've got for instance juliet's dress, socks, underwear and shoes! or else disaster! plus her curling iron and my makeup bag and my dress!! it's maddening...but i love every minute of it. however, i do not love that i seem to have lost my steamer. my dress may end up being quite wrinkled tomorrow! luckily i have packed my lucky dracula underpants. just in case.
but i am so excited!! and for some of you who will be there, we are in for a great night full of dancing our asses off! beer pong on the back porch is in the works, and i already have the cards for kings in my purse. we are going to have a blizzzzast!!!
in less than 24 hours i will be dancing the night away in my awesome new red dress, with 75 of my nearest and dearest, celebrating the debacle that is my 30th birthday! i am psyched, but at the same time exceedingly anxious that i am FORGETTING SOMETHING! of course, since i am doing this all by myself (with the help of a very helpful few...)it is up to me (us) to make sure i don't forget something vital-- like the coffee, 1/2 and 1/2 and sugar! the important bases are covered...mark's got 30 bottles of wine in his car, and we pick up the keg sometime tomorrow...but i need to make sure i've got for instance juliet's dress, socks, underwear and shoes! or else disaster! plus her curling iron and my makeup bag and my dress!! it's maddening...but i love every minute of it. however, i do not love that i seem to have lost my steamer. my dress may end up being quite wrinkled tomorrow! luckily i have packed my lucky dracula underpants. just in case.
but i am so excited!! and for some of you who will be there, we are in for a great night full of dancing our asses off! beer pong on the back porch is in the works, and i already have the cards for kings in my purse. we are going to have a blizzzzast!!!
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
blaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh
i wanted to write something but i am in such an aggrevated, disgusted place that i don't even have anything to write.
but happy mother's day if you're a mom.
and thank you to everyone who came out to arrowwood on saturday night. despite the fact that we got kicked out 30 minutes prior to closing time and i hated that rodrigo or domingo character so much that i could spit.
my 30th birthday is in 2.5 hours. ugh.
oh also my hair is blonde. mostly blonde. like, there are chunks of red in it still, just because, not on purpose. but whatever.
god this is just awful. did i ever claim to be a writer?
but happy mother's day if you're a mom.
and thank you to everyone who came out to arrowwood on saturday night. despite the fact that we got kicked out 30 minutes prior to closing time and i hated that rodrigo or domingo character so much that i could spit.
my 30th birthday is in 2.5 hours. ugh.
oh also my hair is blonde. mostly blonde. like, there are chunks of red in it still, just because, not on purpose. but whatever.
god this is just awful. did i ever claim to be a writer?
Friday, May 02, 2008
12 days...
i am starting to have anxiety dreams about my 30th birthday party which can only mean one unfortunate thing: i am looking far too forward to it and planning far too much for it and expending far too much energy on it and i'm most certainly due for a big fat dissapointment because of this.
like my sister's wedding.
i hate that "the best laid plans of mice and men oft' go awry..."
my dream was that the linens didn't get to the party til AFTER it started, and that they were not tablecloths at all, but RAGS, and they were NOT red and black, but blue and yellow! and that my waitresses were mean to me, and told my aunt that they hated me, so i fired them. and there was a lot of screaming involved.
but at least i have a wicked (10 hour) playlist prepared that i cannot wait to dance to! like, right now, i'm listening to it, and vanilla ice is on! whaaaaat? blast from the past.
like my sister's wedding.
i hate that "the best laid plans of mice and men oft' go awry..."
my dream was that the linens didn't get to the party til AFTER it started, and that they were not tablecloths at all, but RAGS, and they were NOT red and black, but blue and yellow! and that my waitresses were mean to me, and told my aunt that they hated me, so i fired them. and there was a lot of screaming involved.
but at least i have a wicked (10 hour) playlist prepared that i cannot wait to dance to! like, right now, i'm listening to it, and vanilla ice is on! whaaaaat? blast from the past.
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
american idol bitchings and musings.
are we still constipated? brook white is merely 24 yet the lines on her face (wrinkles) belie her age to be a more matured 47...
jason castro, while once loved by this dreadlock-adoring gal, really kind of needs to go. every song is the same. but i still love him. if only for the dreads.
david cook IS the american idol. he is BEYOND the american idol. don't let the naysayers fool you. i do not listen to the crap that american idols put out but i swear i would buy david cook's album. and listen to it.
however, david archuletta needs to basically die and fall off the face of this earth. his voice is most like kermit the frog's, which we all know makes it comperable to alanah myles. yikeroos. i don't get the love that america has for this monchichi. he is so douchey, so sickly sweet. and i just don't get the voice. is it supposed to be good?
perhaps i should say something about syesha? no. not worth my clicking fingers. however let's touch upon the ever so stoned out her gord paula abdul.
"wasted"
jason castro, while once loved by this dreadlock-adoring gal, really kind of needs to go. every song is the same. but i still love him. if only for the dreads.
david cook IS the american idol. he is BEYOND the american idol. don't let the naysayers fool you. i do not listen to the crap that american idols put out but i swear i would buy david cook's album. and listen to it.
however, david archuletta needs to basically die and fall off the face of this earth. his voice is most like kermit the frog's, which we all know makes it comperable to alanah myles. yikeroos. i don't get the love that america has for this monchichi. he is so douchey, so sickly sweet. and i just don't get the voice. is it supposed to be good?
perhaps i should say something about syesha? no. not worth my clicking fingers. however let's touch upon the ever so stoned out her gord paula abdul.
"wasted"
this is my 401st blog post...
...and i'm going to do some babbling!
*my 30th birthday is in 2 weeks... it is specifically in 15 days. YIKES!
*victoria beckham, who has the most ridiculous boobs in the history of boobage, just turned 34. that makes her only 4 years older than me. yet she seems to be so much older. why are her boobs so awful?
*america ferrera, aka ugly betty, who i love, just turned 24. which makes her 6 years younger than me. yet she seems to be so much older.
**someone PLEASE buy me this shirt for my birthday!**
*kate hudson, who also fits the pattern of seeming so much older than me, is only
29. which makes her a year younger than me.
WHY DO I FEEL SO YOUNG WHEN I AM IN FACT SO OLD??
also, angelina jolie, who is pregnant, is rumored to have gestational diabetes. JUST LIKE ME!! well, rather, just like i DID.
*my 30th birthday is in 2 weeks... it is specifically in 15 days. YIKES!
*victoria beckham, who has the most ridiculous boobs in the history of boobage, just turned 34. that makes her only 4 years older than me. yet she seems to be so much older. why are her boobs so awful?
*america ferrera, aka ugly betty, who i love, just turned 24. which makes her 6 years younger than me. yet she seems to be so much older.
**someone PLEASE buy me this shirt for my birthday!**
*kate hudson, who also fits the pattern of seeming so much older than me, is only
29. which makes her a year younger than me.
WHY DO I FEEL SO YOUNG WHEN I AM IN FACT SO OLD??
also, angelina jolie, who is pregnant, is rumored to have gestational diabetes. JUST LIKE ME!! well, rather, just like i DID.
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
politickin
andy is watching wrestling in the other room, and he's all, "jess come in here! barack obama just made the best speech ever!" and i'm all "obama is on wrestling?" and andy replies "they ALL are." it amazes me that we are pulling out all the stops with this here election...going to teen and gossip magazines, debating on morning shows, and now, coming down to wwe and using ye olde wrasslin language, trying to become one with the simple folk. it kind of brings a tear to my eyes. but i am very sick and on a lot of medication.
and indeed they are. i just watched john mccain saying "finally, the mac has come back..." and "can you smell what the mac is cookin?" and makin a bunch of sense for the republican politician...sense that is to the 18-30 year olds that still watch the show.
obama was prob. the best:
but i give props to the usually uptite lady in this all:
and indeed they are. i just watched john mccain saying "finally, the mac has come back..." and "can you smell what the mac is cookin?" and makin a bunch of sense for the republican politician...sense that is to the 18-30 year olds that still watch the show.
obama was prob. the best:
but i give props to the usually uptite lady in this all:
Thursday, April 17, 2008
NoFX
as i was writing that blog a few down, about reality tv rockstars, i almost wrote "what am i cursed? will roger be appearing on a vH1 show in the next couple of years? maynard? greg?"
no it's fat mike.
on fuse.
a nofx reality tv show. i feel nuts. again.
also, because of this show, i dreamt that i went to the prom with fat mike. he was wearing a green t shirt. i was so happy to be going to the prom with him. wtf?
no it's fat mike.
on fuse.
a nofx reality tv show. i feel nuts. again.
also, because of this show, i dreamt that i went to the prom with fat mike. he was wearing a green t shirt. i was so happy to be going to the prom with him. wtf?
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
i can't think of a title at the moment
so a few days ago when young d and i were searching thru youtube to find songs for her to dance to (her faves at the moment are holla back girl and wind it up) i came across this old ass clip of sebastian bach back in the day when he kicked that fan in the face during "piece of me" because the fan had thrown a bottle his head. this was back in the pre-asshole kid rock/limp bizkit concert days when you weren't ENCOURGED to throw bottles at the stage. as did happen at woodstock 99. anyway, that whole scandal was a HUGE part of my life. seriously. when we'd jump into the pool or the water at Red Wing, we would pretend we were sebasian doing that infamous jump, boot first, right into a face. we actually did. a lot. we SWORE we would never go to springfield mass. we were upset that bart simpson LIVED in springfield, because he wouldn't be able to see skid row ever again. (i realize now that that was completely retarded of me. especially since i'm pretty sure that the simpsons didn't live in mass. but ill. or something. but i really loved bart simpson and it broke my heart that he was a woman).
anyway, so i watched the clip. and i realized just WHY i was so obsessed with skid row. because sebastian bach was GODLIKE. i still have posters of him in my closet. but it made me really fucking depressed. because despite watching this old video, and old skid row videos, and thinking "daaaaaaaamn he's HOT" the truth of the matter is that SEBASTIAN BACH WAS ON A REALITY TV SHOW AND BASICALLY WAS AN ASSHOLE THE ENTIRE TIME.
so was jani lane (he looked like a fat bloated red duck who was going bald).
so was vince neil (he had a facelift on cable television).
so was gunnar nelson (even tho he was actually quite lovable on celebrity fit club).
and of course, so were bret michaels and my absolute A#1 love, c.c. deville (who i adored on surreal life because he is such a sweet lover boy).
the list can go on and on about the men who were fucking ROCK GODS in my youth having quite successful but totally lame reality tv shows (ozzy)(do you remember what ozzy WAS and REPRESENTED when he was out in the 70s 80s and even early 90s??? a bumbling retard tv dad???? NO FUCKING WAY!!!) but these specific dudes were my LOVES. my BANDS. how is it that they end up as has beens on these shows? it makes me crazy. all crazy like in the head.
is it friday yet???????????????
anyway, so i watched the clip. and i realized just WHY i was so obsessed with skid row. because sebastian bach was GODLIKE. i still have posters of him in my closet. but it made me really fucking depressed. because despite watching this old video, and old skid row videos, and thinking "daaaaaaaamn he's HOT" the truth of the matter is that SEBASTIAN BACH WAS ON A REALITY TV SHOW AND BASICALLY WAS AN ASSHOLE THE ENTIRE TIME.
so was jani lane (he looked like a fat bloated red duck who was going bald).
so was vince neil (he had a facelift on cable television).
so was gunnar nelson (even tho he was actually quite lovable on celebrity fit club).
and of course, so were bret michaels and my absolute A#1 love, c.c. deville (who i adored on surreal life because he is such a sweet lover boy).
the list can go on and on about the men who were fucking ROCK GODS in my youth having quite successful but totally lame reality tv shows (ozzy)(do you remember what ozzy WAS and REPRESENTED when he was out in the 70s 80s and even early 90s??? a bumbling retard tv dad???? NO FUCKING WAY!!!) but these specific dudes were my LOVES. my BANDS. how is it that they end up as has beens on these shows? it makes me crazy. all crazy like in the head.
is it friday yet???????????????
Sunday, April 06, 2008
why is it that the only concerts we seem to go to anymore are our favorite bands from the 90s?
Toadies
June, 26 2008 at Bowery Ballroom
6 Delancy St., New York, New York 10002
Cost : $15 advance, $17 @ the door
Tickets on sale 4/4
June, 26 2008 at Bowery Ballroom
6 Delancy St., New York, New York 10002
Cost : $15 advance, $17 @ the door
Tickets on sale 4/4
Monday, March 31, 2008
Rock of Chlamydia
(i had to google how to spell "Chlamydia"...i am just imagining andy seeing that in my internet history and being very, very concerned...)
so we were watching rock of love with old 46 year-old bret michaels tonight, and it got me thinking.
yes, watching a bullshit, godawful, melodramatic vh1 celebreality show had me seriously thinking about who i truly am inside and what my life's philosophy is...
this tends to happen with flavor or love too.
hear me out.
you watch these lame-ass girls who, mind you, are on national television. you watch how they interact, backstab, fight, lie, throw drinks at one another (if only this was something that only happened on tv...)and you, in your mind, pick favorites. don't lie, you know you do. whatever reality show you watch, and unless you are my cousin stephen i bet you watch SOME reality show, you decide who you like and who you hate. the shows we watch tend to be centered around an ex-musical legend and therefore there tends to be a lot of screaching girl-drama. especially on flavor of love.
oh, and on rock of love.
girls fake looking for love=a lot of screaming and insanity.
what am i saying???
oh yes. you watch the girls talk about each other and become fake friends to gain valuable gossip to sneak into the rocker's suite to rat them out and personally it makes me nervous...i have trust issues as it is, so imagining myself watching these shows back and hearing awful things that people said about me makes me feel actually sick in my stomach. and it makes you wonder if you are a good reality show star, or an evil reality show star.
just me?
so i was watching RoL tonite and there was a now-expected-las vegas meltdown (which was actually quite tame compared to the flavor of love girls but that's besides the point) because duck-faced daisy and her whiny-ass voice still lives in a one bedroom apartment with her supposedly ex boyfriend who looks like tommy lee and is named charles. and destiny, who may or may not be a groupie, thought they were friends and when she found out that daisy didn't think she was prettier then her, she freaked out and started screaming and throwing a tantrum on the pool table and there were a couple of drinks thrown but despite the rewinding of dVr about 7 times we're not really sure who threw what when but...uh. then bret got angry and his body guard actually said "why are you disrespecting bret like this?" which was just so silly to me...and there were 2 other girls sitting there, nice and quiet, taking the highroad, not being psychotic on television, not being bitchy backstabbers...seriously taking it all in and making bret notice that they can chill and be good people (this is a stupid show, i realize).
and it gets me thinking. if I was on a reality show like this, would i be the psycho screaming and tearing out her hair? or would i sit there calmly and say to the duck, "did you just say your uncle is oscar de la hoya? WHY?" but i have the feeling that i might be screaming at the top of my lungs and making a total fool out of myself. because i tend to do that. thank god i'm not on tv.
so we were watching rock of love with old 46 year-old bret michaels tonight, and it got me thinking.
yes, watching a bullshit, godawful, melodramatic vh1 celebreality show had me seriously thinking about who i truly am inside and what my life's philosophy is...
this tends to happen with flavor or love too.
hear me out.
you watch these lame-ass girls who, mind you, are on national television. you watch how they interact, backstab, fight, lie, throw drinks at one another (if only this was something that only happened on tv...)and you, in your mind, pick favorites. don't lie, you know you do. whatever reality show you watch, and unless you are my cousin stephen i bet you watch SOME reality show, you decide who you like and who you hate. the shows we watch tend to be centered around an ex-musical legend and therefore there tends to be a lot of screaching girl-drama. especially on flavor of love.
oh, and on rock of love.
girls fake looking for love=a lot of screaming and insanity.
what am i saying???
oh yes. you watch the girls talk about each other and become fake friends to gain valuable gossip to sneak into the rocker's suite to rat them out and personally it makes me nervous...i have trust issues as it is, so imagining myself watching these shows back and hearing awful things that people said about me makes me feel actually sick in my stomach. and it makes you wonder if you are a good reality show star, or an evil reality show star.
just me?
so i was watching RoL tonite and there was a now-expected-las vegas meltdown (which was actually quite tame compared to the flavor of love girls but that's besides the point) because duck-faced daisy and her whiny-ass voice still lives in a one bedroom apartment with her supposedly ex boyfriend who looks like tommy lee and is named charles. and destiny, who may or may not be a groupie, thought they were friends and when she found out that daisy didn't think she was prettier then her, she freaked out and started screaming and throwing a tantrum on the pool table and there were a couple of drinks thrown but despite the rewinding of dVr about 7 times we're not really sure who threw what when but...uh. then bret got angry and his body guard actually said "why are you disrespecting bret like this?" which was just so silly to me...and there were 2 other girls sitting there, nice and quiet, taking the highroad, not being psychotic on television, not being bitchy backstabbers...seriously taking it all in and making bret notice that they can chill and be good people (this is a stupid show, i realize).
and it gets me thinking. if I was on a reality show like this, would i be the psycho screaming and tearing out her hair? or would i sit there calmly and say to the duck, "did you just say your uncle is oscar de la hoya? WHY?" but i have the feeling that i might be screaming at the top of my lungs and making a total fool out of myself. because i tend to do that. thank god i'm not on tv.
Thursday, March 27, 2008
i like it when the world fades away.
i am in total loser mode right now. too much is going on, too much is swimming thru my head, making me anxious and feeling both drained and insane. therefore, i get migraines. henceforth, i cannot go to work. and then, i feel like shit.
the vicious cycle.
i did accomplish one thing today: the establishment of LaBella Bambini! thank god. it is not really all good in that department yet(don't ask), but at least i'm making headway. i spend a good part of my day driving around white plains and paying parking meters on offical court house type places only to walk in to find i was in the unemployment or welfare house. it was always awkward. then when i did find the right place (where i was to declare my business to the state of NY) there was a scary man who was muttering "boobies. small boobies. boobies. small boobies." over and over. what the EFFFFFFFFFF?
if you don't get "what the EFFFFFF?" as a refrence, you should absolutley watch this here youtube clip:
the vicious cycle.
i did accomplish one thing today: the establishment of LaBella Bambini! thank god. it is not really all good in that department yet(don't ask), but at least i'm making headway. i spend a good part of my day driving around white plains and paying parking meters on offical court house type places only to walk in to find i was in the unemployment or welfare house. it was always awkward. then when i did find the right place (where i was to declare my business to the state of NY) there was a scary man who was muttering "boobies. small boobies. boobies. small boobies." over and over. what the EFFFFFFFFFF?
if you don't get "what the EFFFFFF?" as a refrence, you should absolutley watch this here youtube clip:
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
not to sound like a big fat baby but
i seriously don't think my day could get any fucking worse. today alone. one thing after another. one BAD thing after another. since 8am.
Thursday, March 20, 2008
do you remember...
that game "don't spill the beans" from when you were a kid? where you stack up beans into a red pot of some sort but if you put too much KERPLUNK! well, that's how i feel...i feel like if one more thing gets added to my brain, one more stressful, awful, evil thing, my brain is going to just explode...yet it seems like daily there is another bean added...i'm wondering what it is going to take to make me freak. do you know that my last paycheck was in december? do you know what it's been like struggling to pay our bills like were were poor, jobless souls all the while working your ass off and having bruises and scratches all over your body to prove it not to mention coming home at 9pm utterly exhausted, both physically and emotionally? it's really really bad. do you have any idea how STRESSFUL buying a house is? ( i know some of you do, and kudos because it's the most stress i've ever dealt with...)
but it's spring! that's awesome...and i have 5 hours of intense, challenging work ahead of me, what where kids that are as big as me might beat the living crap out of me, but then i'm offffffffffffffffffff for 5 days in a rooooooooooooooowwwwwwwwwww!!!!
but it's spring! that's awesome...and i have 5 hours of intense, challenging work ahead of me, what where kids that are as big as me might beat the living crap out of me, but then i'm offffffffffffffffffff for 5 days in a rooooooooooooooowwwwwwwwwww!!!!
Monday, March 17, 2008
Rockband...
is seriously the most fun game EVER. if i owned it, i wouldn't leave my house. i wouldn't read. i wouldn't cook. i wouldn't clean. (hahaha, i don't clean ANYWAY!) seriously, as soon as i get paid, this is what i'm getting. i totally get why if you were in a band you'd be like, this is laaaaaaaaame. but since i can't sing and i aspire to be a rockstar anyway, this game is the BEE'S KNEES!!!
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
i am utterly exhausted
but we're home! i'm dreading the return to normalcy. can't really make coherent thoughts right now. and some dumb shit is on the cartoon network now. bummer.
Sunday, February 24, 2008
stuck but in a good way
So we have been in disney for 8 days now. We were supposed to be on a flight early yesterday morning but alas they cancelled it! They got us on a flight for Monday which means we all miss work, don't have an extra weekend day to relax when we get home, and had to scramble to find a place to live for 3 extra days. On the absolute bright side, I am sitting in the Magic Kingdom waiting to have dinner with Winnie the Pooh wearing shorts and a tank top (and Mickey crocs) instead of freezing in NY.
Thursday, February 14, 2008
let me whisper in your ear...
so people keep talking about "the secret." my aunt said something to me about it, my friend said something about it, both in passing, both as tho i had any idea whatsoever what they were talking about. so i just decided to look it up, and i have found a vast amount of information...from the website thesecret.tv. i don't really understand exactly what's going on, it this is a book or a movie or what, but what i've read so far has enticed me. and since i'm on this new "positive thinking" kick, i'm seriously trying to buy into it. i have been trying to take everything in my life that i would look at negatively (i.e. EVERYTHING.)(not that there is actually anything negative in my life. i just happen to be the real life poster girl of teen--ahem, adult--angst. it is a chemical imbalance that i'm pretty sure is genetic.) and spin in positively. like, for instance, i was thinking about something dumb...i don't even remember what...maybe that teacher who doesn't like me... and said to myself "what doesn't suck about this situation...no! what is awesome about this situation!" really. i'm trying.
a specific example: i was about to write about something that really bothered me today about that teacher that doesn't like me but i erased it and said, let's not waste time! let's not waste energy! (it's still in the back of my head. get OUT!) i am a really good therapist. my kids LOVE me. i REALLY help them! i ROCK! (it may become annoying and all "gosh darn it people like me" on this here blog for awhile...)
tomorrow is my last day of work before...Disney!!! we actually got reservations for 3 character meals...princess lunch @ norway, where we will eat weird food; playhouse disney breakfast starring little einsteins and jojo, where we will eat mickey waffles; and cinderella dinner @ the grand floridian...where i will drink a glowing blue martini! yes, i am so excited!
oh yes. it is valentine's day. i seem to have forgotten this because my valentine is in class. boo!
valentine's day always me nervous. when i was a youngster that is. when i was in 8th grade, i went to a small catholic school. there were maybe 40 people in the entire grade, 20 in each class. one of the boys in my class supposedly "liked" me and asked my friend what i would do if he asked me out or give me roses or something such as that on valentine's day...i am totally hazy on the details, seeing as though it was about 16 years ago...anywho, needless to say (well, needless if you were there suffering thru that year with me) that i was like, "ewwwwwwwww. gruesome!" i'm pretty sure that this particular boy wore foundation to cover his zits. and he was really a dork. and he listened to rap. (seriously, you THINK i've changed in the past few years? i haven't). so of course i was TERRIFIED like, what the hell am i going to do or say? i didn't want to be mean. but i did NOT like this kid. and so the horrid day comes...and he indeed HAS a rose...and he GIVES it to ANOTHER GIRL! the most "popular" and "beautiful" girl in class (according to the yearbook. but in real life she looked like my ass. seriously. i have people who can vouch for me). so i was like "phew!" because there was NO way i liked this kid...but then again...fuuuuuuuuuck you! then every year in high school i was terrified that this event would replay itself. like some awful dork would come up with roses and be like, "i love you!"
i know what you're thinking.
but can i please just state that while this never happened to me on valentine's day, it happened to me a LOT. once in 5th grade (ahem, it scarred me)where this kid called me up out of the blue (i was 11. i had never actually spoken to him) and said "i like you. do you like me?" i was like, "what?" he never spoke to me again. THEN it happened my freshman year in high school, with this crazyass senior metal dude with long hair and very feathered bangs...he was so perfectly 80s. and while he didn't listen to rap (hehehe) he was terrifying. i was 14 and he was 18. that is just wrong. he had a dear friend who was basically "where's waldo." the only person that can imagine how extremely hard i am laughing right now is christina. so yea. he kept calling me up and it was very very scary. and it happened a bunch of other times that i won't mention because while i was pretty scared of boys for a time i'd rather not get into just how lame i am. or was.
so yes.
valentine's day. now it's magical because i got engaged on valentine's day and so did jen & steve so it's all good.
these are the most romantic lyrics i've ever heard since "the perfect drug":
Just too unreal, all this/Watching the words fall from my lips/Baiting some girl with hypotheses/Haven’t you heard the word of your body?/Don’t feel a thing, you wish/Grasping at pearls with my fingertips/Holding her hand like some little tease/Haven’t you heard the word of my wanting?/O, I’m gonna be wounded/O, I’m gonna be your wound/O, I’m gonna bruise you/O, you’re gonna be my bruise/Just too unreal, all this…
sexy time I LIKE!
my soup is getting cold.
a specific example: i was about to write about something that really bothered me today about that teacher that doesn't like me but i erased it and said, let's not waste time! let's not waste energy! (it's still in the back of my head. get OUT!) i am a really good therapist. my kids LOVE me. i REALLY help them! i ROCK! (it may become annoying and all "gosh darn it people like me" on this here blog for awhile...)
tomorrow is my last day of work before...Disney!!! we actually got reservations for 3 character meals...princess lunch @ norway, where we will eat weird food; playhouse disney breakfast starring little einsteins and jojo, where we will eat mickey waffles; and cinderella dinner @ the grand floridian...where i will drink a glowing blue martini! yes, i am so excited!
oh yes. it is valentine's day. i seem to have forgotten this because my valentine is in class. boo!
valentine's day always me nervous. when i was a youngster that is. when i was in 8th grade, i went to a small catholic school. there were maybe 40 people in the entire grade, 20 in each class. one of the boys in my class supposedly "liked" me and asked my friend what i would do if he asked me out or give me roses or something such as that on valentine's day...i am totally hazy on the details, seeing as though it was about 16 years ago...anywho, needless to say (well, needless if you were there suffering thru that year with me) that i was like, "ewwwwwwwww. gruesome!" i'm pretty sure that this particular boy wore foundation to cover his zits. and he was really a dork. and he listened to rap. (seriously, you THINK i've changed in the past few years? i haven't). so of course i was TERRIFIED like, what the hell am i going to do or say? i didn't want to be mean. but i did NOT like this kid. and so the horrid day comes...and he indeed HAS a rose...and he GIVES it to ANOTHER GIRL! the most "popular" and "beautiful" girl in class (according to the yearbook. but in real life she looked like my ass. seriously. i have people who can vouch for me). so i was like "phew!" because there was NO way i liked this kid...but then again...fuuuuuuuuuck you! then every year in high school i was terrified that this event would replay itself. like some awful dork would come up with roses and be like, "i love you!"
i know what you're thinking.
but can i please just state that while this never happened to me on valentine's day, it happened to me a LOT. once in 5th grade (ahem, it scarred me)where this kid called me up out of the blue (i was 11. i had never actually spoken to him) and said "i like you. do you like me?" i was like, "what?" he never spoke to me again. THEN it happened my freshman year in high school, with this crazyass senior metal dude with long hair and very feathered bangs...he was so perfectly 80s. and while he didn't listen to rap (hehehe) he was terrifying. i was 14 and he was 18. that is just wrong. he had a dear friend who was basically "where's waldo." the only person that can imagine how extremely hard i am laughing right now is christina. so yea. he kept calling me up and it was very very scary. and it happened a bunch of other times that i won't mention because while i was pretty scared of boys for a time i'd rather not get into just how lame i am. or was.
so yes.
valentine's day. now it's magical because i got engaged on valentine's day and so did jen & steve so it's all good.
these are the most romantic lyrics i've ever heard since "the perfect drug":
Just too unreal, all this/Watching the words fall from my lips/Baiting some girl with hypotheses/Haven’t you heard the word of your body?/Don’t feel a thing, you wish/Grasping at pearls with my fingertips/Holding her hand like some little tease/Haven’t you heard the word of my wanting?/O, I’m gonna be wounded/O, I’m gonna be your wound/O, I’m gonna bruise you/O, you’re gonna be my bruise/Just too unreal, all this…
sexy time I LIKE!
my soup is getting cold.
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
guess whaaaaaaat?
it's snowing!
or at least it was.
and i cancelled work.
and i am really feeling quite guilty about it.
because i've been sick for 10 days now. and i did not work last week due to a furious sinus/ear infection. and woke up today worse than ever. unable to speak. and the d is even sicker than me.
and we're going to disney world in 4 days.
maybe school will be cancelled tomorrow.
yay!
so i've been working on my online norwalk public schools application for the past 2 hours * just in case * and it's making me nuts filling out page after page after page. i got bored and thought i'd bore you all.
to tears!
seriously, i have nothing to say.
or at least it was.
and i cancelled work.
and i am really feeling quite guilty about it.
because i've been sick for 10 days now. and i did not work last week due to a furious sinus/ear infection. and woke up today worse than ever. unable to speak. and the d is even sicker than me.
and we're going to disney world in 4 days.
maybe school will be cancelled tomorrow.
yay!
so i've been working on my online norwalk public schools application for the past 2 hours * just in case * and it's making me nuts filling out page after page after page. i got bored and thought i'd bore you all.
to tears!
seriously, i have nothing to say.
Friday, February 08, 2008
WALK NOW FOR AUTISM
i registered a team! please do me a favor and go to the website and either donate $$$ (tax deductable) or **join my team** we will have the most fun walking on June 8th...even Juliet is participating!
Hello Out There in WWW Land:
I am participating in Walk Now for Autism to help find a cure for autism. Autism is the second most common developmental disorder in the United States affecting one in every 150 children born today. Despite some promising discoveries, the cause of autism is unknown and a cure does not exist. Research is crucial. Every 20 minutes another child is diagnosed with autism. Not only must we find ways to improve the quality of life for children and adults with autism, but we also must find a cure, and soon.
Walk Now for Autism is our chance to make a difference in the fight against autism by raising money for autism research and heightening public awareness. Please join me in my fight as I raise $1000 to help fund essential research. I will be walking on Sunday June 8th @ Manhattanville College and would like you to support those affected by autism. You can donate to Walk Now for Autism and join my team online through my webpage at Team La Bella Bambini. Donations can also be mailed to Autism Speaks using the donation form located on my page or send me a check made out to Autism Speaks. My team name is La Bella Bambini; please note this on your check and the donation form.
Please join me in my fight against autism. Thank you for making a difference in the lives of the more than 1 million Americans living with autism today.
Hello Out There in WWW Land:
I am participating in Walk Now for Autism to help find a cure for autism. Autism is the second most common developmental disorder in the United States affecting one in every 150 children born today. Despite some promising discoveries, the cause of autism is unknown and a cure does not exist. Research is crucial. Every 20 minutes another child is diagnosed with autism. Not only must we find ways to improve the quality of life for children and adults with autism, but we also must find a cure, and soon.
Walk Now for Autism is our chance to make a difference in the fight against autism by raising money for autism research and heightening public awareness. Please join me in my fight as I raise $1000 to help fund essential research. I will be walking on Sunday June 8th @ Manhattanville College and would like you to support those affected by autism. You can donate to Walk Now for Autism and join my team online through my webpage at Team La Bella Bambini. Donations can also be mailed to Autism Speaks using the donation form located on my page or send me a check made out to Autism Speaks. My team name is La Bella Bambini; please note this on your check and the donation form.
Please join me in my fight against autism. Thank you for making a difference in the lives of the more than 1 million Americans living with autism today.
Tuesday, February 05, 2008
slightly more productive?
so i basically spent today in bed with an ear infection/sinus infection/throat-killing-me type deal going on, yet i somehow ended up being more productive than yesterday. i rearranged my entire schedule (uh, one kid) and ended up with more hours and thus am one step closer to buying that townhouse! (and one step closer to totally burning myself out! goooo, me!)
i also finally called my lawyer to see where my business was, offically. yeppers, i am starting my own business. but since they apparently have not officiated it yet, i'm not going to talk too much about it.
well, why not?
it's called "La Bella Bambini." that means "the beautiful children." as far as why i did it, it has to do with taxes and other really painful and awful stuff like that but still, i'm excited because you know me...i'll end up doing private kids within the year! especially if we get that townhouse...there is a PERFECT spot for an office! so i'm putting this out there...on june 8th there is a "walk for autism" at manhattanville college and i'm going to put together a team...Team La Bella Bambini! i'll be more specific in the future, but go me again for being so constructive despite being in my pj's at 4:30pm!!!
so today is fat tuesday. it is also mardi gras. but we call it fat tuesday. it has to do with the italian not french version of it. my mom hosts fat tuesday every year since we've moved to port chester. this will be the 13th fat tuesday. man, that is nuts! i remember amanda being at one of the first ones. i keep dreaming about amanda, which is weird. anyway, we eat "meats" that we will be "deprived" of on lent. i just want to say that i do not deprive myself of meat during lent ever since 1)i got out of catholic school and 2)the pope (who is not the nazi pope we have now, but are you aware that our pope is a nazi?) said it was "okee dokee" to eat meat on st. patrick's day, which was a friday in lent. ohhhhhh, for st. patrick's day it's okay...i get it! no! that would have been a REAL sacrifice, you stupid people! anyway.
i don't remember what i was saying.
oh yea, meats, antipastas, pasta's with meat, etc. we get to eat like fat cows and then (ahem.) diet til my 30th birthday! (this is not what the world will be doing. it is what WE will be doing!)
oh, and there is an election tonight. i am not saying a word right now. but check this site out...
http://www.wqad.com/Global/link.asp?L=259460
i also finally called my lawyer to see where my business was, offically. yeppers, i am starting my own business. but since they apparently have not officiated it yet, i'm not going to talk too much about it.
well, why not?
it's called "La Bella Bambini." that means "the beautiful children." as far as why i did it, it has to do with taxes and other really painful and awful stuff like that but still, i'm excited because you know me...i'll end up doing private kids within the year! especially if we get that townhouse...there is a PERFECT spot for an office! so i'm putting this out there...on june 8th there is a "walk for autism" at manhattanville college and i'm going to put together a team...Team La Bella Bambini! i'll be more specific in the future, but go me again for being so constructive despite being in my pj's at 4:30pm!!!
so today is fat tuesday. it is also mardi gras. but we call it fat tuesday. it has to do with the italian not french version of it. my mom hosts fat tuesday every year since we've moved to port chester. this will be the 13th fat tuesday. man, that is nuts! i remember amanda being at one of the first ones. i keep dreaming about amanda, which is weird. anyway, we eat "meats" that we will be "deprived" of on lent. i just want to say that i do not deprive myself of meat during lent ever since 1)i got out of catholic school and 2)the pope (who is not the nazi pope we have now, but are you aware that our pope is a nazi?) said it was "okee dokee" to eat meat on st. patrick's day, which was a friday in lent. ohhhhhh, for st. patrick's day it's okay...i get it! no! that would have been a REAL sacrifice, you stupid people! anyway.
i don't remember what i was saying.
oh yea, meats, antipastas, pasta's with meat, etc. we get to eat like fat cows and then (ahem.) diet til my 30th birthday! (this is not what the world will be doing. it is what WE will be doing!)
oh, and there is an election tonight. i am not saying a word right now. but check this site out...
http://www.wqad.com/Global/link.asp?L=259460
Monday, February 04, 2008
lookie here!
i spent the day being highly unmotivated and unconstructive as my little boy was sick so i didn't have work. juliet officially cancelled school, and so i stayed home in my jams watching my little pony and polar express over and over. don't fret, i attempted to have her do some worthwhile things, such as sign her valentine cards all by herself (yes she can do it! but she makes me so nuts because they are pixar cards with little circles for TO: and FROM: and her name won't fit in once circle normally, so she writes it j l t u i e...basically wherever she can fit a letter! ahhhhh!) and she colored some fat tuesday cards (which my mother won't like because she only likes the italian version, with the meats. don't ask.)so i wanted to write a little something before i either a) start watching the freaks and geeks dvds or b) watch hairspray!
basically, all i can think of to write is "i think i have an ear infection."
not really good enough?
basically, all i can think of to write is "i think i have an ear infection."
not really good enough?
Sunday, February 03, 2008
...and her voice is a backwards record, it's like a whirlpool and it never ends...
last night we went to see they might be giants at the beacon theater and everytime we see they might be giants i just feel the urge to blog because it freaks me out that i first saw them when i was 15 years old which was almost 15 years ago. ew. we were the worst tmbg fans there because we didn't listen to the new album yet. and they played two sets but they were really obscure songs. and while they played ana ng and purple toupee, they didn't play any of my other favorite songs. and we were up high high in a balcony seat where we couldn't really see and i didn't really feel like bopping and dancing around because diagnally to us were these absolutely awful girls dancing with no rhythm whatsoever. and i'm going to be honest. they totally ruined the show for me. because they were just kind of bopping up and down awkwardly, and once in awhile pretending to play the trumpet or something. so fucking awkward. i had to look away. but it was like a car crash. i thought for sure that they would fall off the balcony, as they were in the front balcony row. but they didn't.
anyway.
they played "the alphabet of nations" for some reason which is off their ...here come the abcs dvd/cd, which is juliet's jam. so i call her, and she listens. then i call her during intermission, she goes "are you at they might be giants? why didn't you take me? that's rude!" i nearly pissed my pants. because she went to see tmbg when she was younger (5th row, much freaking better!) she also said "you better buy me a t-shirt!" i love it!!!
so yea. that's that.
tonight is the superbowl. as i hate football, i am trying to convince my sister to watch "american psycho" with me in my room. but she wants to watch the commercials.
superbowl will forever remind me of the weekend that echo station was recording and jen, keeley, kristen and i went out the night before to that crazy place "the beechmont" where jen did karaeoke to "patience" and then i puked in her car (still so sorry about the grossness of that!) and then the 4 of us met them in the studio and recorded back up vocals for that song! you know, "hey! hey!"
so so many years have past and it makes me so very sad.
anyway.
they played "the alphabet of nations" for some reason which is off their ...here come the abcs dvd/cd, which is juliet's jam. so i call her, and she listens. then i call her during intermission, she goes "are you at they might be giants? why didn't you take me? that's rude!" i nearly pissed my pants. because she went to see tmbg when she was younger (5th row, much freaking better!) she also said "you better buy me a t-shirt!" i love it!!!
so yea. that's that.
tonight is the superbowl. as i hate football, i am trying to convince my sister to watch "american psycho" with me in my room. but she wants to watch the commercials.
superbowl will forever remind me of the weekend that echo station was recording and jen, keeley, kristen and i went out the night before to that crazy place "the beechmont" where jen did karaeoke to "patience" and then i puked in her car (still so sorry about the grossness of that!) and then the 4 of us met them in the studio and recorded back up vocals for that song! you know, "hey! hey!"
so so many years have past and it makes me so very sad.
Monday, January 28, 2008
there's blood in my mouth cuz i've been biting my tongue all day...
last night i got so enthralled with youtube that i spent a good hour searching for rilo kiley videos because jenny lewis is so adorable and pinsky from salute your shorts plays guitar for the band. then somehow i got into a kids incorporated search, which of course made me so depressed. this is what happens when i'm too tired to read but too listless to go to sleep.
the simpsons last night was about the greatest thing i've ever seen. it was about the 90s. which made me hate the 00s. (is that what you'd say? i'm not really sure? the 2ks? stupid decade). the simpsons episode reminded me of singles and reality bites and of course, had a throwback to our favorite back to the future line ever! but really, i miss the days of yore. i hate feeling so old. and i really do hate the age of brittney spears, tomkat the crazy, and the death of heath ledger. it is a sucky time we are living in folks. a sucky time indeed.
the simpsons last night was about the greatest thing i've ever seen. it was about the 90s. which made me hate the 00s. (is that what you'd say? i'm not really sure? the 2ks? stupid decade). the simpsons episode reminded me of singles and reality bites and of course, had a throwback to our favorite back to the future line ever! but really, i miss the days of yore. i hate feeling so old. and i really do hate the age of brittney spears, tomkat the crazy, and the death of heath ledger. it is a sucky time we are living in folks. a sucky time indeed.
Thursday, January 03, 2008
quickie for book nerds everywhere
did you know that there was a netflix and gamefly-esque site for book rentals? you can borrow up to 5 books at a time, free shipping both ways, no late fees...that is just nuts. http://www.bookswim.com
i'm not sure how i feel about this, since we all know that i reread books so often, and don't think i could live without my books in my possession. also, it's like $25/month, wheras your local library is free...
i'm not sure how i feel about this, since we all know that i reread books so often, and don't think i could live without my books in my possession. also, it's like $25/month, wheras your local library is free...
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