WOW Good news all around!

Heya,

Hope everyone enjoyed their holiday season. Jim and I had the best weekend ever!!!!!!! Mind you I was SOOOOO sick with a cold, but I tried to get out of bed and make the best of it. We finished up our shower registry (doesn't look like too much is off yet, but alas, we will still get 10% off the stuff we buy ourselves). We walked this entire city this beautiful weekend. So much sunshine, so many good talks, laughs and pina coladas.

My good friend Victoria also got engaged this weekend. Shout out to her and her fiance Tom. Good going you guys!!!!!!!

Have you guys seen the show Tiara Girls? These girls are wannabe beauty queens. One 16 year old girl was trying to win a pagent and her mother was trying to convince her to get liposuction and have botox. SIXTEEN, people!!!!!!!!!! I sometimes think that beauty shows are really part of cult I know nothing about. My mom bought us one nice pair of shoes each easter and I felt like a princess when I got them. My grams made all of my party dresses and who could ask for more. These gurls get pushed beyond the limit. No mother can be a good one when they are pushing plastic surgery so young. It is one thing if an adult wants to make that educated decision for themselves. URGGHH. I get so angry.

My Last Day

So this is it, I guess. My last day at a job I have been at for almost 6 years. 6 years. I haven't done anything for 6 years in my whole life. I don't think leaving here has hit me yet, but it is starting to. It's weird bc for so long all I wanted to do was leave. I am super happy about the new cool job, but I do feel a little aprehensive about it all. I am not yet sad yet, well maybe just a little.

As I look back on these past 6 years, I think about all that has happened in my life and all the changes I went through as it occured. In six years I have lived in 3 different places (four if you count my houdini brooklyn apartment). Both of my roommates in the past six years have been male and I love them both dearly. I have had 3cats and 1dog . I have been to Boston, Austin, Miami, Michigan, Chicago, Arizona, NJ, Virginia, DC and Hop Bottom Pennsylvania. I have had 3 boyfriends and one fiance. I have made about 30 new friends and lost 6 in that time. I have broken two bones. I have gotten my second degree. I have drank 1000 bottles of wine, many of which occured during the best times of my life. I have rented a house in the Hamptons and once lived the high life. Durning the past 6 years I have experienced both sides of money: a time when it was endless and a time when it clearly came to an end.

Looking back, I have to wonder whose lives I have affected, ruined, enlightened....Those I have made laugh and cry. Those who have done the same to me. It's here I realize I am truly blessed. And as I leave this chapter of my life, I know that I have no regrets. I enjoyed every minute of it.

Let the good times ROLL

I love that Memorial Day has decided to knock on my door and surprise my ass. I thought it was the Sushi I just ordered. I never would have buzzed you in had I known!!!!!!! Summer is here people. Get out the wax, clean yourselves up, stop eating pretzels and get off the couch!!!!!!

Summer reminds me of the following things.

It's really amazing that what stays with us; what is the foundation of who we become and who we are all stems from childhood. When you think about it, children are in essence, the shapers of the adult, the CEO of your body if you will. When you see a child today they are deep in progress on the formulation of some adult. CRAZY. So much smarter than us. Anyway the List.

Summer reminds me of:

• the Mister Softee song
• flip flops
• the smell of fresh grass just mowed
• BAR BE QUE
• sand in my underwear
• live music played outdoors
• the color of beautiful skin all sun-kissed
• the smell of sun tan lotion
• babies in those cute big hats
• late nights in the sun
• long walks
• frozen beverages
• my ass sitting by some pool

Ah........

Summer, I am almost ready.....Just give me on second

Gorbachev would be proud

So Jim is currently in Moscow, chilling with his vodka and cavier, while I am here squaring away my office life into what seems to be three boxes on the floor beneath my desk. Damn--six years seems like a freaking long time, I mean it's practically ten years. Six years also means that I have not been a college gal for that long. And the weird part is I still feel like one. I still feel young, I still feel crazy, I still feel like it's okay to engage in cocktails at 1pm. What is crazy though is how fast time really does fly.

I can remember a time in my life when I looked ahead to being 19, and I thought that really encompassed being a young woman. Now, looking back almost (ALMOST) ten years I cannot believe I am going to be someone's wife. I mean it's nuts. It truly is an out of body experience. It's the greatest feeling in the world. We are growing up. Scratch that: we are grown up. I cannot confirm when that happened. I still have so much to do, so many places I have never been before.

I guess those who have come before us really meant it when they say embrace your youth. Time slips through our fingertips like a wet Amstel on a hot day. I find myself looking back to memories of my past. People who have made me who I am today and probably don't even know it. Times when I told myself, at that moment, to remember this forever. Whether it was a late night chat in college, a vacation or a nothing special day, or even a fun summer conversation or drunkfest with friends. Someday I will probably look at now and think 'that was so long ago'

We are all growing, moving, dancing to our own tunes now. We no longer need to conform in order to grow. Uniform skirts and first jobs are over. Now we need to carve out our own tomorrow.

I just really need a beer.

So I Saw the 'Code

It made me think a lot. Having not read the book, I walked in dropping off all I had heard, all the conspiracy and watched a 2.5 hour movie. Unlike Jim I didn't love it. Maybe the self mutilation scenes got me; one thing for sure is I am a weakling. I didn't love Hanks and I didn't love the fact that there was no real climax for me. Maybe the theories did enter my mind, but the movie didn't do for me what I know the book did for so many others. It didn't make me "think" didn't make me feel, didn't make me want to learn anymore. So I guess my review is no review, for the Code wasn't the mind blowing discovery the Sixth Sense brought to its viewers. There we no WOW factors.

I got a new.....

JOB!!!!!!!
Whew
Done with the I hate my job posts for now.

We are now onto bigger and better times ahead.

You knew I could't let a week slide without an......

I HATE MY JOB post

I would rather wash dead people for a funeral home than ever have to communicate with the individuals I do each day. It's that simple.

My heart races as I type this post today.

As a former scholar (read: school junkie) I really had a chance to learn about the corporate culture and what a slimey slug sucking vaccumm it is. Now more than ever, the entire organization I want no part of. I hate big buildings, I hate women bitches who need to really get over themselves and smoke a stog or attempt to get laid, I hate small man complex, I hate holier than thou imbeciles, I hate paperwork, and time entry and t-minus schedules. I fucking hate it all.

David, I love you

It's no secret how I feel about David Blaine. Our love affair began the winter of 2000 when I dragged anyone who would go with me to see David incapsulated in ice in Times Square. At work, I had a real-time video window on my computer and would spend hours on end staring at his deliciousness. A few years later I had the opportunity to meet Mr. Blaine as he was walking to his next great defeat--standing on a pole in Bryant Park for 2 days and jumping off it.

David, you may not remember me, but I was the fanatic trying hard to remain my composure.

During this time I frequented the Bryant Park bar and restaurant and stared at your perfection.
With this came the books, videos and pictures I had purchased. Never being a teen who had posters lining her bedroom walls with the Karate Kid or the New Kids for that matter; at 23 I was star struck. He was my first celebrity crush and BOY what a crush to have. Friends and family laughed off my David Blaine obsession, but I was determined to know all I could about this amazing individual. I have always been intrigued by contortion and the unknown. I would read many books and view documentaries about prison life, the underworld and Houdini. David became an attachment to that.

Fast forward 3 more years (ALRIGHT, 5, I am old) and David's latest stunt was an underwater fantasy. I now dragged my soon to be husband to view my obsession. When we arrived hundreds of people were gathered. Jim could not understand what there was to see, but to me, David has created a following that surpasses many celebrites. His art installations are himself. The torture he puts himself through boggles. Me. Senseless.

So here is to you Mr. Blaine. I may be marrying the love of my life, but there is always room for you in this crazy brain of mine.

Peace and chicken grease

Kenneth

President Bush recently went to a primary school in Macon, Georgia, to talk about the world. After his talk, he asked if the children had any questions. One little boy put up his hand, and the president asked him his name.

"Kenneth."

"And what is your question, Kenneth?"

"I have three questions:
1 ... Whatever happened to the weapons of mass destruction?
2 ... Why did you give a tax break to the super wealthy?
3 ... Did you steal votes to win both elections?"

Just then the bell rang for recess. President Bush informed the kiddies that they would continue after recess.
When they resumed, the President said "OK, where were we? Oh, that's right, question time.

Who has a question?" A different little boy put his hand up. Bush pointed him out and asked him his name.

"Larry."

"And what is your question, Larry?"

"I have five questions:
1 ...Whatever happened to the weapons of mass destruction?
2 ...Why did you give a tax break to the super wealthy?
3 ...Did you steal votes to win both elections?
4 ..Why did the recess bell go off 20 minutes early?
5 ...What happened to Kenneth?"

Fun weekend ahead!

No wedding stuff to do wahoo. I cannot tell you why it will be a fun weekend bc it is a surprise. I do have tons of things to prepare for. Cinco de Mayo is tonight and I am super excited to drink some sweet sangria and sink my teeth into something delcious with a margerita perhaps.

Love will keep us together
Nancy Gurl

I love this one!

My good friend Alex sent this over to me.

Is my life crazy?

Or does George Bush think his life is? I know my boss thinks his life is crazy.
My mother doesn't work and yet she is ALWAYS busy and tired. My fiance can pass out anywhere. Memorizing multiplication tables would make a 2nd grader's life crazy. Likewise, those completing finals this week are probably nuts.

How do we define crazy?
How do we measure it? Can we create a scale that measures my crazy life versus yours? I would love to meet someone who believes her life is serene.

Ah....Vermont

What can I say? My darling fiance surprised me for my birthday with a wonderful weekend in Vermont.
It was GORGEOUS up there, so relaxing. I had 2 spa treatments one was a scrub of maple syrup and sugar---YUM. The other was a fabulous massage.

Dinners and bars were lovely as were the shops!!!!!!
We got to ride in a brand new volvo SUV which was awesome.
It was much needed, I loved it. As soon as I learn to upload my camera I will show pics. Please visit the Equinox website.