November 6, 2009

it’s friday. thats lovely.

All I want is a room somewhere
Far away from the cold night air
With one enormous chair
Oh, wouldn’t it be lovely ?

Lots of chocolate for me to eat
Lots of coal makin’ lots of heat
Warm face, warm hands, warm feet
Oh, wouldn’t it be lovely ?

Oh so lovely sittin’ abso-bloomin’-lutely still
I would never budge till Spring crept over the window sill

Someone’s head restin’ on my knee
Warm and tender as she can be
Who takes good care of me
Oh, wouldn’t it be lovely ?

Who takes good care of me
Oh, wouldn’t it be lovely ? (lovely)
Lovely (lovely)
Oh, wouldn’t it be lovely ?

November 5, 2009

introducing Adam Dowswell:

Me:  ADAM! What’s new

Adam:  HEY! NOT TOO MUCH….i got some new shoes

and that in a nutshell…is Adam Dowswell….

November 4, 2009

Dear Tourist.

Word of the wise. During rush hour in the morning, it’s not really the smartest thing to try and stop in the middle of the platform to take photos of the metro train….I’m sorry I ran you over… but next time…shoot for 10 am…there will be less grumpy people in your “beautiful shot of the ugly gray trains” if you try another time.

Thanks,

Hater of Metro

November 3, 2009

I waited and waited…

for the Glee version of “Defying Gravity” to become available on itunes. It was almost as painful as waiting for my oatmeal to finish in the morning! I thought Lea could really come through on this one, the girl has pipes…maybe I’ve given her too much credit….

This is what they came up with:

Kurt and Rachel doing Elphaba and “Gah-Linda”…really?!?!?!

I’ve seen Wicked twice… I have a slight obsession with it.. OK, I have a slight obsession with all things Broadway related, but this one is fairly close to perfection if you ask me :) …and I am slightly… no, VERY disappointed in this rendition…lock it up Glee…

Idina Menzel. Shoshana Bean. Eden Espinosa. Kerry Ellis. yada yada are probably all cringing…if they care…over this one.

If you are going to remake this song…remake the shiz outta it… ( get it …shiz….like “dear old shiz”…wicked fans get it..the rest of you…wikipedia time)

October 30, 2009

Trick or Treat

Costume for 2009:

http://www.shoppingblog.com/pics/betty_draper_window_shops.jpg

Betty Draper. Why? Because all I needed was a cheap blonde flippy wig. Fake ciggies. and a dress.

I totally would prefer to go as Joan… but I don’t have the ahem…assets…. to pull her sassyness off.

http://trappedintheattic.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/joan-holloway-mad-men1.jpg?w=450&h=676

October 30, 2009

you know..

For people who are so anti certain types of food. some people sure do love to talk about it an awful lot. I respect alternative food habits. I think it’s super if you think it makes you feel better or if you find it to be “better for you”, but don’t shove something down my throat that was meant to go down yours.

I don’t like meat. You wouldn’t know that unless you went out to dinner with me and I ordered the veggie stuff over the meaty stuff. I don’t go blabbing about all the meat I didn’t eat today, or all the vegetables I ate instead… why? because you don’t care…and frankly I don’t care that much either.

I don’t need to know what you have for breakfast… or lunch…or dinner…or midnight snacks…It overwhelms me to think about what I’m going to eat…adding your menu to my life is just too much. Please stop.

Don’t write about it. Don’t talk about it. Don’t dream about it.

JUST EAT IT.

Jimmy G knows what I’m talking about:

October 29, 2009

rollin rollin rollin keep that wheel a rollin…

Beyond that road,
Beyond this lifetime
That care full of hope
Will always gleam!
With the promise of happiness
And the freedom he’ll live to know.
He’ll travel with head held high,
Just as far as his heart can go
And he will ride-
Our son will ride-
On the wheels of a dream.

-Ragtime

October 22, 2009

“light on the cheese, Heavy on Aggravation”

Dear Dominos,

Please re-evaluate your definition of “light on the cheese” option you offer to your health conscious customers. Your competitor coughpizzahutcough, allows me to select this option and still order stuffed crust without me feeling like I am clogging my arteries and dying a slow and painful death. But the kicker here is that they ACTUALLY PUT CHEESE ON THE PIZZA!!!

Last night, Pete and I ordered pizza as we/ I watched So You Think You Can Dance and the best show on earth aka Glee. Normally we order pizza and watch the Biggest Loser (ironic right?) but we missed it this week, so pizza night became last night. We opted for Dominos, because normally the thin crust is amazing and you can watch which pizza maker is making it and they arrive in 30 minutes, all good qualities. However… do not attempt to order “light on the cheese” from Dominoes….to them they translate this as ” light on cheese? that must mean no cheese”. If I had an iphone I would have taken a snazzy iphone pic, loaded it onto my twitpic account and referenced here, but I don’t…so a narrative description must do. When I say NO CHEESE, I mean no cheese, our pizza looked like pita chips with burnt “Red sauce” on it…

In my mind, light on the cheese means…take a few less handfuls…not take NO HANDFULS! Ay yi yi. The look on Pete’s face when I opened the lid was enough to let me know that I will never be granted the option of ordering “light on the cheese” from Dominos ever…ever…again.Thank God for the order of breadsticks…otherwise it coulda gotten ugly :P .

Hey Dominos. Lock it up.

P.S. Your delivery men need to knock on the door louder….you’re lucky we were standing by the window like 5 year olds waiting for Santa on Christmas Eve…we may have missed the opportunity to eat our “pizza”.

October 20, 2009

Celine Dion is a Saint.

I love Celine Dion. Ya’ll make fun. You Joke. You Laugh. You Snicker. You Groan, but…your opinion means nothing to me, because this Canadian songstress is epically wonderful :) . I may or may not have paid upwards of $800 to take my mom and I to see her last September… still see this as a wonderful investment. I may or may not use to take my hairbrush and pretend to belt songs and pound my chest in a very celine-esk way, favorites included “Where Does My Heart Beat Now” and of course during my Titanic obsession teen years ” My heart will go on”…. but especially ” The Reason” …oh and when I was feeling especially hip and urban as a young celine lover…I’d rock out to this lil gem

I wanted to learn to play the violin after watching one of her live concerts and hearing how awesome violins and celine dion are together :P , this never happened…saxophone was way simpler to learn. I may or may not have replayed a certain concert where * N Sync joined her on stage for “That’s the way it is”…repeatedly….upwards in the hundreds of times….

for example:

Yes she’s eccentric. Yes her husband is creepy. Yes sometimes her fashion and hair choices are questionable for someone her age, but I don’t care why? because I love her. I love her. I love her. I love her….did I mention I loved her?To me, she does no wrong. She’s up there with Josh Groban, Patty Griffin, and Musicals…now you know I’m serious.

SO, to all the haters out there. zip it.  and remember

” don’t give up on your faith, love comes to those who believe it…and THATS the way it is” :)

October 19, 2009

what a difference a day makes

I’d always thought about what getting engaged would feel like. Would it be completely overwhelming? totally shocking? incredibly romantic? bright and sunny?…or cloudy and gloomy with the rain pouring down from all angles? In the fairy-tales or in the movies, engagements always happen in big public places, or when someones about to fly off for a long time, or during a really epic moment with sweet music playing in the background. I always pictured mine to be sweet, charming, and elegantly romantic, the weather never came into the picture. So enough rambling right? right. Through all this cryptic information, the bottom line is I got engaged on Saturday, to someone who doesn’t mind taking a knee on a cold rainy day in October. Splendid.

Detail of events:

Saturday morning we had planned to participate in a 3 mile Alzheimer’s walk with some of Peter’s family to remember his grandmother and my grandfather. The walk was cold, rainy, but fun and ended with yummy pizza and cookies. Pete had convinced me earlier that we should go to this Mexican restaurant we love that night, and even thought it was rainy and gross and cold… I humored him bc deep down.. it’s hard for me to turn down queso and quesadillas. We’ll this is when the goofyness begins. We got dropped off at the apartment around 1… dinner is well…later… and normally Pete woulda hopped up the stairs and joined me for an afternoon of college football and couch living.. but instead…he had to scurry home and shower and get ready…uh huh. Whatever, I didn’t ask too many questions because it was cold and I wanted to get inside :) . So 4:30 comes and the phone call to report downstairs has arrived.. but Pete’s not sitting there in his shiny BMW like normal…he’s standing there with a cab…while his car sits on the street.. WHAT?!…I’m a trusting soul… so I get in…without too many ( less than 20 ) questions..

Driving through the city, we pass the kennedy center, so there goes the thought of a surprise show (dang it :P ).. we start driving towards Massachusetts avenue, aka embassy row. It’s rainy…the embassy’s aren’t really open to the public…we have no car…the cab drops us off in frotn of the British Embassy… if I didn’t know him, I woulda thought this would be the end of me… bye bye world. But I humor him and let him lead me up and down the street a good 3 times… Him claiming that he is lost and can’t remember where we are going, but in reality he’s waiting for Kelly, Stoner, and Meghan ( photography Mafia) to show up so that they can capture some of the moment on film for those who couldn’t be there!

So I’m cold, my hair is now no longer bouncy with curls bc of the rain, and we are wandering aimlessly up and down Mass Ave. Finally he gets his “bearings straight” and suggest we go say hi to the Winston Churchill status next to the British Embassy. On the plaque it reads something about his one foot being in British soil and his other foot being in U.S. soil… IF you need a back story, I love all things British… and i mean ALL THINGS, bad teeth and mushy peas included. IF I could live anywhere in the world, London would be my hometown and I would commit the rest of my years to learning to speak in a British accent.. so just being next to big man WC makes me smile. Anyways, its still raining, I’m thinking he’s trying to kill more time, so I jump up next to WC on the platform to get a better look (apparently this was not spose to happen). Pete groans, laughs at me, then hops up on the platform next to me… starts getting all nervous and then before I know it….down he goes, onto one knee, fidgeting to pull the ring box with a big Union Jack flag outta his jacket and present me with a stunning and sparkling piece of bling that I now lovingly wear on my left hand.

Across the street a group of tourists cheered and applauded and took photos. Kelly popped out in a snazzy trench coat, camera on hand to snap a bunch of awkward jumping and soaking wet photos, but in the end…. the kid did good … I said “Yes”.