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Thursday, February 25, 2010
Practically The Same
Max and I have had some quality bonding time over the last couple days and I've come to realize we are a lot alike.
For example:
+We both love to sit in front of the fire.
+We both eat dinner out of a bowl.
+We are both wooed to sleep by studying.
+We both like to snuggle and watch Mad Men.
+He’s covered in cat hair. I’m covered in cat hair (which is totally convenient for someone who wears a lot a black).
We’re practically the same: Cute, cuddly and utterly irresistible.
For example:
+We both love to sit in front of the fire.
+We are both wooed to sleep by studying.
+We both like to snuggle and watch Mad Men.
+He’s covered in cat hair. I’m covered in cat hair (which is totally convenient for someone who wears a lot a black).
We’re practically the same: Cute, cuddly and utterly irresistible.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Don't Let This Blow Your Mind
Do you ever notice how women often carry excessively large purses? Do you ever think, what could they possibly need to carry around? I do. Well, I was one of those women this morning and even I am impressed.
Today’s contents that nearly broke my purse/back:
1.) Carton of Almond Milk
2.) 33.8 oz bottle of SmartWater
3.) Travel Book – Japan
4.) Book Club Book - Sundays at Tiffany’s (barf)
5.) The Wordy Shipmates
6.) Blackberry
7.) TWO pairs of sunglasses (obviously necessary for February in Seattle)
8.) Yogurt
9.) Banana
10.) Digital Camera
11.) Granola
12.) Sweet Potato
13.) MP3 player
14.) Clutch purse
All into less than one cubic foot. And to think all I had was figurative baggage. Turns out, I have more literal baggage that I would hope.
On a semi-related note: I found my missing Amex at the bottom. Still in search of Driver’s License…
Today’s contents that nearly broke my purse/back:
1.) Carton of Almond Milk
2.) 33.8 oz bottle of SmartWater
3.) Travel Book – Japan
4.) Book Club Book - Sundays at Tiffany’s (barf)
5.) The Wordy Shipmates
6.) Blackberry
7.) TWO pairs of sunglasses (obviously necessary for February in Seattle)
8.) Yogurt
9.) Banana
10.) Digital Camera
11.) Granola
12.) Sweet Potato
13.) MP3 player
14.) Clutch purse
All into less than one cubic foot. And to think all I had was figurative baggage. Turns out, I have more literal baggage that I would hope.
On a semi-related note: I found my missing Amex at the bottom. Still in search of Driver’s License…
Monday, February 22, 2010
Points for Originality
On a sunny day in Seattle there is no better way to spend lunch than at Anthony’s Fish Bar at Pier 66. Their outdoor patio lends itself to soak up the sun while enjoying views of the city, stadiums, mountains and water.
I order my regular and took a seat in the sun. After a few minutes a couple gentlemen came up and we started chatting. Small talk. We exchanged pleasantries. We chatted about the weather, Seattle, were we all lived, work, etc.
Then it got weird and this conversation happened:
Guy: You look Spanish
Me: Oh, I’m actually Italian. Italian and Chinese in fact.
Guy: Whoa, you belong in a museum you’re so rare.
Me: ……(silence)…………yep, I’ve never found one quite like me.
Guy: And, you’ve got your pasta and your chow mein!
Me: …..yep, I do love me some noodles…..(uncomfortable laugh).
End.
That has got to be the weirdest comment/compliment (?) I’ve ever gotten.
Points for originality.
I order my regular and took a seat in the sun. After a few minutes a couple gentlemen came up and we started chatting. Small talk. We exchanged pleasantries. We chatted about the weather, Seattle, were we all lived, work, etc.
Then it got weird and this conversation happened:
Guy: You look Spanish
Me: Oh, I’m actually Italian. Italian and Chinese in fact.
Guy: Whoa, you belong in a museum you’re so rare.
Me: ……(silence)…………yep, I’ve never found one quite like me.
Guy: And, you’ve got your pasta and your chow mein!
Me: …..yep, I do love me some noodles…..(uncomfortable laugh).
End.
That has got to be the weirdest comment/compliment (?) I’ve ever gotten.
Points for originality.
Saturday, February 20, 2010
More On Repeat
Totally makes you want to bust out in a slow dance with lots of shoulder shimmies and snapping.
Or is that just me?
Friday, February 19, 2010
10 Things To Get Excited About
- Casual Fridays: I’m wearing plaid Rocket Dog sneakers and a v-neck t-shirt that is cut way too low. Three shouts for casual Friday!
- Professional Snuggling: I get to snuggle with Max for a week. Max is a cat. I’m not really a pet person; Max is the one exception. Next step: human contact.
- Eagles back on tour: Best concert I’ve ever seen in my life. Who’s in? May 13, Key Arena. You will not be disappointed.
- Vacations: BFF comes to town in 2 weeks. Very little sleep and ridiculous adventures to ensue.
- Old Roomie: Has an interview for a job of a lifetime. Sending her good vibes!
- Grammar Rules: Reading The Chicago Manual of Style at work because not only does it look like I’m working, but I really secretly enjoy it.
- Listening to: She’s Some Kind of Wonderful – Grand Funk Railroad
- Fine Dining: I’m house sitting in Magnolia next week. This mean Taco Time for dinner for the next 7 days. I could not be more excited. Might have to put those skinny jeans on hold but it will be totally worth it.
- Delayed Gratification: There is a book I’ve been waiting 18 months to read. I finally impulse bought it. If you need me I’ll be available via cell phone, otherwise just assume I’m reading.
- The Sun: And the sunroof. With heated seats
Cheers to the weekend!
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Right This Second: Slammin'
+Looks slammin'
+Smells slammin'
+Feels slammin'
It's a trifecta of slammin'.
+Smells slammin'
+Feels slammin'
It's a trifecta of slammin'.
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Public Service Announcement: Shoulds
Songs you should listen to:
Books you should read:
Words you should use less:
Words you should use more:
PS. Your tax return is due in 57 days. Get on it.
- True Affections – The Blow
- Put a Candle in the Window - CCR
- Run - Snow Patrol
- You Shook Me – Led Zeppelin
- Wildflowers - Tom Petty
- It Never Entered My Mind - Miles Davis
Books you should read:
- A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
- The Sparrow
- In Defense of Food
- Sophie’s World
- Half-Broke Horse
Words you should use less:
- Awesome
- Amazing
- Really
- Totally
- No
Words you should use more:
- Love
- Yes
- Thanks
- Please
- Free
Fabrics that should never be worn in public
- Corduroy (In the words of Miranda: “I don't have enough time to tell you what's wrong with corduroy!”)
- Velor
- Flannel
- Velvet
- Anything embroidered
PS. Your tax return is due in 57 days. Get on it.
A Really Good Shot
I was watching the Olympics briefly this weekend and became absolutely enthrawled with the biatholon. I thought to myself, "I can totally do that."
Now, your first question should be: What would possibly make her think that?
You might not know this about me, I'm not particularly good with skis, but I’m a REALLY good shot, especially with a .22 gauge rifle. How do I know this? That answer brings me to another quintessential NY story.
Nestled discretely in the middle of the West Village sits Tiro a Segno, a private, members-only club. But, Tiro a Segno is no ordinary “club.” It's so elusive I had troubles finding anything concrete about it on the internet (which obviously knows all) besides this article from 1988 in the NY Times, plus a couple vague reviews.
Its membership is exclusive only to those of Italian heritage and as difficult in get in to as it is to get out of the mob alive. Its a kind of place where food and wine flow freely and one can’t help but hope the stomach could expand just a smidge more to make room for the last morsel of goodness.
One fateful night, I was lucky enough to be the guest of a guest.
As we dined on the most traditional Italian food, paired with wine and cheese we would take breaks after eaach course and head down stairs to the basement gun range. That’s right, a gun range in the basement. While initially I was a bit concerned (being the anti-NRA democrat that I am), I took to it like a natural…and loved it. Its precise, its powerful, its liberating. It was more than you can imagine.
Here's the tricky part: as the night went on, the wine flowed freer and the targets seemed to get further away. The steps became more labored and that much harder to focus. Once being one who could moderately hold her liquor, dessert came around, along with the dessert Port and I was a gone-r. I remember shooting my last target being one of the most difficult things I'd ever done.
Clearly, the only way to end the night was in a limo ride home. From the West Village to the Upper East Side we made a round about pit stop in the financial district and hopped on the FDR for a scenic route home. The limo, with a fully loaded bar, called our names despite the fact that I had already had my fill. A vodka 7up later, Jenn and I were standing out of the sunroof, going 60 up the FDR....screaming, fists raised in the air, like every twenty-something living in New York dreams of doing. The night was gorgeous, the city sparkled, I felt untouchable.
I'll never forget that night. The food, the friends, the .22 gauge shot gun...we all got a little closer that night.
And just in case you don't believe me, the proof is in the pictures.
Now, your first question should be: What would possibly make her think that?
You might not know this about me, I'm not particularly good with skis, but I’m a REALLY good shot, especially with a .22 gauge rifle. How do I know this? That answer brings me to another quintessential NY story.
Nestled discretely in the middle of the West Village sits Tiro a Segno, a private, members-only club. But, Tiro a Segno is no ordinary “club.” It's so elusive I had troubles finding anything concrete about it on the internet (which obviously knows all) besides this article from 1988 in the NY Times, plus a couple vague reviews.
Its membership is exclusive only to those of Italian heritage and as difficult in get in to as it is to get out of the mob alive. Its a kind of place where food and wine flow freely and one can’t help but hope the stomach could expand just a smidge more to make room for the last morsel of goodness.
One fateful night, I was lucky enough to be the guest of a guest.
As we dined on the most traditional Italian food, paired with wine and cheese we would take breaks after eaach course and head down stairs to the basement gun range. That’s right, a gun range in the basement. While initially I was a bit concerned (being the anti-NRA democrat that I am), I took to it like a natural…and loved it. Its precise, its powerful, its liberating. It was more than you can imagine.
Here's the tricky part: as the night went on, the wine flowed freer and the targets seemed to get further away. The steps became more labored and that much harder to focus. Once being one who could moderately hold her liquor, dessert came around, along with the dessert Port and I was a gone-r. I remember shooting my last target being one of the most difficult things I'd ever done.
Clearly, the only way to end the night was in a limo ride home. From the West Village to the Upper East Side we made a round about pit stop in the financial district and hopped on the FDR for a scenic route home. The limo, with a fully loaded bar, called our names despite the fact that I had already had my fill. A vodka 7up later, Jenn and I were standing out of the sunroof, going 60 up the FDR....screaming, fists raised in the air, like every twenty-something living in New York dreams of doing. The night was gorgeous, the city sparkled, I felt untouchable.
I'll never forget that night. The food, the friends, the .22 gauge shot gun...we all got a little closer that night.
And just in case you don't believe me, the proof is in the pictures.
Note: Taking aim while in my BCBG pumps
Jenn: You're ridiculous.
Check that out....hard to see, but bulls eye.
Little did you know: I'm/was a happy drunk.
