Day: Two Hundred and Eleven
How sad is it that whether I am in Virginia or New York I still get up at the same time for work? And I'll probably get to the Surge today around the same time I normally do as well.
Monday, February 28, 2011
4am Forever
How sad is it that whether I am in Virginia or New York I still get up at the same time for work? And I'll probably get to the Surge today around the same time I normally do as well.
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Smileys
Day: Two Hundred and Ten
Photo taken on Sunday, February 27, 2011 in the living room of the DRD at 613pm. (Sorry about the picture quality.)
Whenever I come down for a visit, Moma makes sure to have some of my favorite snacks and drinkies on hand. I never even have to ask if she's stocked up on strawberry Nesquiks because I know there are five of them in the second fridge. Sometimes she even picks out a six pack of all different types of beers as a surprise for me! And as always, right by my bed in the attic is a box of the BIG Fudge Rounds from Little Debbie. (She knows how to please the tapeworm in my tummy.)
One thing her pantry will never run out of though is Easy Cheese since I'm the only one who eats it! As an appetizer before our Cajun Chicken & Shrimp Pasta from Fridays, Moma breaks out a bag of nachos and the cheese in a can and we go to hell with ourselves. I like decorating my chip by making faces with the cheese and Moma happily joins in on the fun!
^_\
Whenever I come down for a visit, Moma makes sure to have some of my favorite snacks and drinkies on hand. I never even have to ask if she's stocked up on strawberry Nesquiks because I know there are five of them in the second fridge. Sometimes she even picks out a six pack of all different types of beers as a surprise for me! And as always, right by my bed in the attic is a box of the BIG Fudge Rounds from Little Debbie. (She knows how to please the tapeworm in my tummy.)
One thing her pantry will never run out of though is Easy Cheese since I'm the only one who eats it! As an appetizer before our Cajun Chicken & Shrimp Pasta from Fridays, Moma breaks out a bag of nachos and the cheese in a can and we go to hell with ourselves. I like decorating my chip by making faces with the cheese and Moma happily joins in on the fun!
^_\
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Din Din
Day: Two Hundred and Nine
Photo taken on Saturday, February 26, 2011in the TDM kitchen at 859pm. (Cast of characters from left to right: Kim, Preston being a jokester and turning his head, Moma, Dad, and me)
We have always been known to have our dinners late even though studies say you should never eat past 730 at night, we laugh in the face of those studies. Tonight Moma has outdone herself with the best comfort food ever: homemade quiche lorraine and mac & cheese. Soooo delicious! Dad and I are topping our juicy burgers with some fresh avocado and I have asked him at least three times already, "can I eat this?" because I think the beef is still mooing.
We have always been known to have our dinners late even though studies say you should never eat past 730 at night, we laugh in the face of those studies. Tonight Moma has outdone herself with the best comfort food ever: homemade quiche lorraine and mac & cheese. Soooo delicious! Dad and I are topping our juicy burgers with some fresh avocado and I have asked him at least three times already, "can I eat this?" because I think the beef is still mooing.
Friday, February 25, 2011
Sweet Tooth
Day: Two Hundred and Eight
Photo taken on Friday, February 25, 2011 on the TDM back staircase at 858pm.
Ah, Cadbury eggs. The BEST Easter candy out there. Why it's "out there" now is beyond me because come Easter there will be a shortage of Cadbury eggs just like last year when Steve's basket was devoid of Cadbury eggs because I waited a tad too long to purchase candy for the holiday. This year I am wasting no time in consuming them whenever I get the chance (might be noticing that double chin in pictures lately, huh?).
After hitting up a delish dinner at-go ahead, guess- Yamato, Preston and I sit down in his favorite spot to enjoy the tasty treat for our dessert. It is an absolute delight to watch him eat this chocolate. His face has lit up and the "egg yolk" is oozing all over his starfish hands and we're laughing as he tries to lick it off before his mom takes notice of the mess. I love this kid to pieces and things like this, us sharing our love of candy together, endears him to me even more.
Ah, Cadbury eggs. The BEST Easter candy out there. Why it's "out there" now is beyond me because come Easter there will be a shortage of Cadbury eggs just like last year when Steve's basket was devoid of Cadbury eggs because I waited a tad too long to purchase candy for the holiday. This year I am wasting no time in consuming them whenever I get the chance (might be noticing that double chin in pictures lately, huh?).
After hitting up a delish dinner at-go ahead, guess- Yamato, Preston and I sit down in his favorite spot to enjoy the tasty treat for our dessert. It is an absolute delight to watch him eat this chocolate. His face has lit up and the "egg yolk" is oozing all over his starfish hands and we're laughing as he tries to lick it off before his mom takes notice of the mess. I love this kid to pieces and things like this, us sharing our love of candy together, endears him to me even more.
Thursday, February 24, 2011
The Master Packer
Day: Two Hundred and Seven
Photo taken on Thursday, February 24, 2011 in the bedroom doorway at 1111pm.
Do not let the clothes on my bedroom floor fool you, I still have OCD. There is an order to my chaos and clothes can not be put away until they go through a screening process of smelling, shaking, spraying, and folding. Naturally, this takes a ridiculous amount of time so if I don't have the time I just don't do it until I do have the time. I don't half-ass my compulsions and if you open any of my drawers, you will be shocked to find how "in order" they are and will be absolutely AMAZED that I fit that many articles of clothing into such a tiny space.
Dad likes to mimic my drawers by creating a tiny square with his hands and even though he's most likely making fun of me, I know he's impressed and totally sweats my ability to neatly fold a sweater into a jewelry box. The first time he lets me pack for an upcoming skiing trip he is surprised to find my small duffel bag heavier than his own suitcase. He stares down at my elementary school self and asks what I packed in there. I shrug. "My clothes for the week." He opens the blue canvas bag and finds I have packed more for a month than a week and instructs me to take some out. He knows then how efficient I can be with the compartments of a carry-on.
Fast forward twenty years and now to up the ante of my awesome superpower of packing I have Steve time me. As I scream out, "Time Check!" on my second trip downstairs to retrieve a pair of sneaks from the shoe rack, Steve lets me know I'm only six minutes in. I have to be setting some kind of record though I lose time as I search for a pair of jeans I could have sworn were not in the wash (they are). In exactly 11 minutes I complete the task of packing for a weekend trip down to Virginia and I am proud to say I only over-pack in the underwear department this time.
Do not let the clothes on my bedroom floor fool you, I still have OCD. There is an order to my chaos and clothes can not be put away until they go through a screening process of smelling, shaking, spraying, and folding. Naturally, this takes a ridiculous amount of time so if I don't have the time I just don't do it until I do have the time. I don't half-ass my compulsions and if you open any of my drawers, you will be shocked to find how "in order" they are and will be absolutely AMAZED that I fit that many articles of clothing into such a tiny space.
Dad likes to mimic my drawers by creating a tiny square with his hands and even though he's most likely making fun of me, I know he's impressed and totally sweats my ability to neatly fold a sweater into a jewelry box. The first time he lets me pack for an upcoming skiing trip he is surprised to find my small duffel bag heavier than his own suitcase. He stares down at my elementary school self and asks what I packed in there. I shrug. "My clothes for the week." He opens the blue canvas bag and finds I have packed more for a month than a week and instructs me to take some out. He knows then how efficient I can be with the compartments of a carry-on.
Fast forward twenty years and now to up the ante of my awesome superpower of packing I have Steve time me. As I scream out, "Time Check!" on my second trip downstairs to retrieve a pair of sneaks from the shoe rack, Steve lets me know I'm only six minutes in. I have to be setting some kind of record though I lose time as I search for a pair of jeans I could have sworn were not in the wash (they are). In exactly 11 minutes I complete the task of packing for a weekend trip down to Virginia and I am proud to say I only over-pack in the underwear department this time.
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
El Fuego
Day: Two Hundred and Six
Photo taken on Wednesday, February 23, 2011 inside Rhythms and Soul dance studio in Levittown, NY at 730pm.
Jenn and I like the Zumba Tone class offered on Wednesday nights; the instructor is low key, the other girls taking it are very nice, and we get to dance around with weights in our hands. We show up today fully prepared to have an easy going dance class but when we walk in we come face to face with Edna again. We are totally not prepared for Edna! She kicks our asses on a good day, when we know we're in for a high intensity workout so picture us today, coming in feeling slacker-ish. Actually, you don't have to picture it because I did, after we collapsed in a heap at the end of the session.
Jenn and I like the Zumba Tone class offered on Wednesday nights; the instructor is low key, the other girls taking it are very nice, and we get to dance around with weights in our hands. We show up today fully prepared to have an easy going dance class but when we walk in we come face to face with Edna again. We are totally not prepared for Edna! She kicks our asses on a good day, when we know we're in for a high intensity workout so picture us today, coming in feeling slacker-ish. Actually, you don't have to picture it because I did, after we collapsed in a heap at the end of the session.
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Call Now!!
Day: Two Hundred and Five
Photo taken on Tuesday, February 22, 2011 in the shower at 942pm.
You don't want to miss this outrageous deal:
Limited Edition CDs of Katie Jaye Sings in the Shower.
Don't you want to hear classics such as Styx's Come Sail Away and Billy Joel's Downeaster Alexa butchered? How about listening to her tackle such wonderful Broadway hits like Luck Be a Lady and On My Own? The acoustics in this bathroom make her voice sound like a tone deaf angel and can literally bring tears to your eyes. If you like being emotional, we'll even throw in her gospel tunes remix CD with the ever popular hymn Here I Am Lord and Shrek's Hallelujah.
Got kids? Then they will just love her version of some Disney greats like Just Can't Wait To Be King and Whole New World.
If you call within the next five minutes, we'll give you her Sounds of the Seasons for HALF PRICE! It's pretty much her redoing The 3 Tenors Christmas album as the 3 Tenors themselves. Her rendition of Sleigh Ride will astound you! You'll never believe that she is a natural with no opera training what-so-ever after you hear that carol.
Other titles you will hear on these CDs that you wish you didn't:
Perfect Situation
My Own Worst Enemy
I'm Movin' On
and I Love The Way You Lie just to name a few.
So call now, right this second, and you will receive a FREE OCD-shaped loofah for your showering pleasure. You can walk away with all of this merchandise for just three payments of $19.99 (plus shipping and handling). It is the deal of the century!
Disclaimer: Katie Jaye is not responsible for whatever happens to you when you listen to the CDs. If you slip in the shower trying to turn off the CD player once track one starts it is not her problem. These CDs can cause side effects such as hearing loss, the inability to function normally, insanity, and brain deterioration. No refunds or exchanges. You bought it, you live with that choice.
You don't want to miss this outrageous deal:
Limited Edition CDs of Katie Jaye Sings in the Shower.
Don't you want to hear classics such as Styx's Come Sail Away and Billy Joel's Downeaster Alexa butchered? How about listening to her tackle such wonderful Broadway hits like Luck Be a Lady and On My Own? The acoustics in this bathroom make her voice sound like a tone deaf angel and can literally bring tears to your eyes. If you like being emotional, we'll even throw in her gospel tunes remix CD with the ever popular hymn Here I Am Lord and Shrek's Hallelujah.
Got kids? Then they will just love her version of some Disney greats like Just Can't Wait To Be King and Whole New World.
If you call within the next five minutes, we'll give you her Sounds of the Seasons for HALF PRICE! It's pretty much her redoing The 3 Tenors Christmas album as the 3 Tenors themselves. Her rendition of Sleigh Ride will astound you! You'll never believe that she is a natural with no opera training what-so-ever after you hear that carol.
Other titles you will hear on these CDs that you wish you didn't:
Perfect Situation
My Own Worst Enemy
I'm Movin' On
and I Love The Way You Lie just to name a few.
So call now, right this second, and you will receive a FREE OCD-shaped loofah for your showering pleasure. You can walk away with all of this merchandise for just three payments of $19.99 (plus shipping and handling). It is the deal of the century!
Disclaimer: Katie Jaye is not responsible for whatever happens to you when you listen to the CDs. If you slip in the shower trying to turn off the CD player once track one starts it is not her problem. These CDs can cause side effects such as hearing loss, the inability to function normally, insanity, and brain deterioration. No refunds or exchanges. You bought it, you live with that choice.
Monday, February 21, 2011
He's evolving!
Day: Two Hundred and Four
Photo taken on Monday, February 21, 2011 in Sai while out shopping in St. James at 719pm.
This is one of our pets, Kabuto. We used to take him on trips with us all the time until we got him another Pokemon friend so now he usually just chills on one of our shelves in the Manga Loft instead.
Though today I go and fetch him before we head out to clean off the snow from our vehicles for old times' sake. I guess I'm feeling a bit nostalgic after the dream I have this morning. Because of my web thinking, I start out with an awesome dream about an anime convention and wake up thinking of Kabuto and the connection from Con to Pokemon is pretty simple but it all rests in one man's hand: the first name on our Infidelity Clause List, Travis Willingham. (He totally held Kabuto in his palm for a silly picture for me at Anime Boston 2009.)
The dream is honestly nothing special but it leaves me feeling calm but not at peace. It makes me confused and I want to figure out what it might actually mean for me and my "future". I'm in a room full of Con goers, some in cosplay, some just milling about in everyday wear when in walks a bunch of voice actors after their panel lets out. A lot of the girls around me get all giggly and start pointing but I'm just minding my own business, sitting on this small bleacher, lazily flipping through a panel schedule. I look up in time to see people parting a bit to make room for Travis as he makes a beeline for me. He plops down in my vicinity and says hello as he starts rifling through a schedule of his own. I nod and offer him a "hey Trav" and then he starts asking me about my work out for the day, making sure I hit my mileage. I feel completely at ease with him like we're buddies but instead of talking work, we're talking about his Tri's and I'm teasing him about his mileage as well.
And then I wake up. I stare at the ceiling. There is only one way I would ever be on that level of comfortability with Mr. Willingham and it would be if I was in the same line of work and judging by my total lack of a fun in medical records, we're not. As cool as it would be to become a voice actor, I have no acting background and throwing my voice around with friends doesn't count. I think about my graphic novel that I would love to create only I can't draw and even my storyboards are pitiful. I just feel so trapped inside my head and I just can't get anything out and on paper. I haven't the time and when I have time, it evaporates before I even knew it was there.
Maybe I'm reading too much into the dream. Maybe Travis is just trying to tell me that I'm slacking in my training and to stop being a lazy ass. But I just can't shake that "at ease" feeling I had in the back of that room, like I belonged there, like I deserved to be there and be happy. I know how badly I want to finish this novel, I know it is an idea that hasn't been done before, I just don't know if I have what it takes to be successful.
This is one of our pets, Kabuto. We used to take him on trips with us all the time until we got him another Pokemon friend so now he usually just chills on one of our shelves in the Manga Loft instead.
Though today I go and fetch him before we head out to clean off the snow from our vehicles for old times' sake. I guess I'm feeling a bit nostalgic after the dream I have this morning. Because of my web thinking, I start out with an awesome dream about an anime convention and wake up thinking of Kabuto and the connection from Con to Pokemon is pretty simple but it all rests in one man's hand: the first name on our Infidelity Clause List, Travis Willingham. (He totally held Kabuto in his palm for a silly picture for me at Anime Boston 2009.)
The dream is honestly nothing special but it leaves me feeling calm but not at peace. It makes me confused and I want to figure out what it might actually mean for me and my "future". I'm in a room full of Con goers, some in cosplay, some just milling about in everyday wear when in walks a bunch of voice actors after their panel lets out. A lot of the girls around me get all giggly and start pointing but I'm just minding my own business, sitting on this small bleacher, lazily flipping through a panel schedule. I look up in time to see people parting a bit to make room for Travis as he makes a beeline for me. He plops down in my vicinity and says hello as he starts rifling through a schedule of his own. I nod and offer him a "hey Trav" and then he starts asking me about my work out for the day, making sure I hit my mileage. I feel completely at ease with him like we're buddies but instead of talking work, we're talking about his Tri's and I'm teasing him about his mileage as well.
And then I wake up. I stare at the ceiling. There is only one way I would ever be on that level of comfortability with Mr. Willingham and it would be if I was in the same line of work and judging by my total lack of a fun in medical records, we're not. As cool as it would be to become a voice actor, I have no acting background and throwing my voice around with friends doesn't count. I think about my graphic novel that I would love to create only I can't draw and even my storyboards are pitiful. I just feel so trapped inside my head and I just can't get anything out and on paper. I haven't the time and when I have time, it evaporates before I even knew it was there.
Maybe I'm reading too much into the dream. Maybe Travis is just trying to tell me that I'm slacking in my training and to stop being a lazy ass. But I just can't shake that "at ease" feeling I had in the back of that room, like I belonged there, like I deserved to be there and be happy. I know how badly I want to finish this novel, I know it is an idea that hasn't been done before, I just don't know if I have what it takes to be successful.
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Dominoes
Day: Two Hundred and Three
Photo taken on Sunday, February 20, 2011 in Justin's house in Jericho, NY at 458pm. (Hands pictured from mine in front then counterclockwise: Steve, Heather, Justin, Rachel, Adam, Rachel again, and Michelle)
Totally LOVE everyone for participating in this shot today especially after fulfilling my request to pick your noses and butts before touching my individual pizza.
Saturday, February 19, 2011
Mr. Q
Day: Two Hundred and Two
It is late August 2003 and my cell phone is ringing. It is sitting in front of me on Christine's coffee table and Christine is poised on the couch to my left looking at it wondering if I can hear it too. I let it go to voicemail and keep watching the SNL rerun on Comedy Central as I eat my lunch in between classes. Suddenly our landline starts to ring and it too sits in front of me on the coffee table but I don't budge. Christine sits forward and points at it, "Are you going to get that?"
I swing my eyes over to her and very casually state, "Colin Quinn is on." My eyes then swing back and I continue to eat quietly. Christine sits back on the couch and just accepts that her new roommate of two weeks is absolutely insane. By the end of the month she orders another cable box so I can tape Col and still lead a normal college life by going out with her at night rather than sit at home watching Tough Crowd at 1230.
I love Colin Quinn though some people may see it as an unhealthy obsession.
I seriously think my world would end if I missed an episode of Tough Crowd and since I don't watch the news, I find Colin and the gang's views on top stories to be sufficient enough to stay current. I absolutely adore him and his writing. I even enjoy when he delivers a joke terribly because it leads to him ridiculing himself which makes it even funnier. I like him so much that whenever I am home from college, I make it a mission to get into the city to catch a live recording of his show. I even wear my "Save Tough Crowd" tee shirt to the last taping even though it doesn't help save it in the end.
I am so mad at myself on January 8th because in the five months that his Broadway show Long Story Short has been out, I did not get my ass down to the theater. And I even work in the freaking city! I saw Colin Quinn more times in The Cellar when I lived 2,000 miles away then I have now that I live back home. I ought to be ashamed of myself.
But on Valentine's Day Eve, Steve hands me an envelope that says:
February 19, 2011! FRONT ROW!!!As I open it I try to think of different musicals I may have mentioned. I know I told him about the Alan Rickman play showing in Brooklyn, maybe it's that-
I pull out a paper and all I see is my boy in one of his awkward stances and I am beside myself talking a mile a minute. "Ithoughtthiswasover?!OhmyGod,Iamsosurprised!Youtotallygotme!Wait-this ended over a month ago, how did you get tickets?"
Apparently it has been extended to March and if you are available this week and live in the vicinity...GO! Go NOW! I'll telling you, I have never been so impressed with Quinn as I am in the 75 minutes it takes him to do the history of the world. He is clever and funny, the writing has a fluidity I haven't seen in a long time from a comedian, and he's just all around GOOD!
But there is one tiny thing that gets me. As I'm watching him walk all over the stage and holding my breath as he clumsily climbs the stairs, he seems familiar. I'm following his flamboyant hand gestures which are so utterly Colin Quinn but something finally occurs to me. After he does his final bow I turn to Steve to get his take on the play. "Besides you liking it did you notice something about his gestures and the way he acted out his story?"
Steve completely hits the nail on the head. He totally spots it too. I just substituted one while the other was absent.
I think I finally understand my unhealthy obsession with Cal Lightman.
Friday, February 18, 2011
Cameron
Day: Two Hundred and One
There is something definitely wrong with this picture and the way I shot it makes it even harder to figure out. Only two people noticed it today and right away too. The minute Steve sees me enter our bedroom from the bathroom he immediately tells me, "I don't like it." Robyn on the other hand compliments me later on tonight about it.
This entry is for one of my stage crew buddies because he did this to us one day back in high school and everyone stopped in their tracks, looked at him sideways, and was like, "um....something's different..." though it took some of us awhile to figure out.
This one's for you, Cam!
^_\
Thursday, February 17, 2011
EPIC
Day: Two Hundred
Today I have reached a milestone, DAY 200! I try to coerce people into an impromptu gathering to celebrate this but really it is just an excuse to have a drinkie and act like a child. I convince five people to join me and we have been zigzagging around the empty establishment, competing against each other in basketball, Skee Ball, and now trivia, though only Mike seems to be having a problem with this game. After every question he gets wrong he exclaims, "Aw come on!" and we all laugh along even though we all got it right. Paul thinks he would dominate if a Borderlands question happens to come up. Unfortunately it doesn't and Paul ends up winning that round and 240 tickets.
After playing a million coin drop games, we head over to the prize store to collect on our pooled tickets. Everyone picks out candy except me. The minute I walk in I have my eye on a bouncy ball so after throwing in a pixie stick for Jenn (she's home sick) and a Nerf football just for the hell of it, we all head outside to loiter in front while playing a ground version of Circle Game Deluxe* with the bouncy ball. See, I know my prizes and their usefulness!
Thank you all for coming out to celebrate! We shall make it even more epic in a hundred days!
*Circle Game Deluxe: Created by Pher and Anna in the shallow end of my parent's pool in Greenlawn. Everyone stands in a circle and hits a beach ball to one another in no particular order. Whoever drops it gets yelled at for ruining Circle Game Deluxe.
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
RRRRRRR!
Day: One Hundred and Ninety Nine
Photo taken on Wednesday, February 16, 2011 in the bathroom (that happened to transform into the deck of the Black Pearl) at 908pm.
You can't see it in this picture therefore I decided to get silly with it instead, but I have a reddish goatee. I think my skin has become accustomed to the waxing by now but years ago I could only wax at night because it took 8 hours for the redness to disappear. I would walk around the apartment calling myself the Red Pirate. I think Angry Pirate sounds better but it has a dirty double meaning so I have settled for "Red".
You can't see it in this picture therefore I decided to get silly with it instead, but I have a reddish goatee. I think my skin has become accustomed to the waxing by now but years ago I could only wax at night because it took 8 hours for the redness to disappear. I would walk around the apartment calling myself the Red Pirate. I think Angry Pirate sounds better but it has a dirty double meaning so I have settled for "Red".
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Betty Crocker
Day: One Hundred and Ninety Eight
Photo taken on Tuesday, February 15, 2011 in the kitchen making Valentine's Day cupcakes a day late at 904pm.
Would you believe me if I told you that the first time Steve ever makes cupcakes it's with me in our old apartment in Farmingdale? Crazy, right? What kid makes it all the way through childhood without ladling out more batter onto the floor than into the pan? Preston has made more batches in his five years then Steve has in his 28 though I have to say he's getting better at icing them...when he's not smearing the last of it all over my face when I'm preoccupied perfecting my own cupcake.
<- I let him use the whisk for a bit before letting him in on the secret that we owned an electric beater. I felt he needed to get the first time experience the right way!
Would you believe me if I told you that the first time Steve ever makes cupcakes it's with me in our old apartment in Farmingdale? Crazy, right? What kid makes it all the way through childhood without ladling out more batter onto the floor than into the pan? Preston has made more batches in his five years then Steve has in his 28 though I have to say he's getting better at icing them...when he's not smearing the last of it all over my face when I'm preoccupied perfecting my own cupcake.
Monday, February 14, 2011
Happy Valentine's Day!
Day: One Hundred and Ninety Seven
Photo taken on Monday, February 14, 2011 in the bedroom at 952pm.
In my freshman year of high school if you paid them $2 (of course you had to pay them, nothing was ever free at my high school) you could fill out a pink form with a bunch of relationship type questions on it. Then they would enter all your information in a computer and on Valentine's Day you found out who in the school would be a perfect match for you. The most risque question on the sheet was:
Do you kiss with your eyes:
a) Closed
b) Open
c) Don't know
d) Who kisses?!
Maybe it was there as a trick question and whoever picked anything but D was immediately going to hell but the oddest choice to me was B. I could not fathom leaving your eyes open during kissing. Everyone in the movies closed their eyes and it was passionate and wonderful and just seemed like the right way to kiss. So anytime I kissed a boy I squeezed my eyes shut and on one occasion did it too soon and ended up colliding with his chin instead. I think I left braces marks on his skin too.
But then everything I knew about eye closing and kissing changed when I had my epic first kiss with Steve in the hotel room I was sharing with Christine down in Disney. The second our lips met my eyes snapped open and I watched him kiss me back. Even though I willed my eyes to close-they didn't-and remained open throughout the monumental kiss lasting 20 minutes (Christine took the longest shower in her history of showers because she hoped we would finally just get together already and wanted to give us enough time. Thank you, Christine! It worked!). I figured it was just the excitement of finally being with Steve and that eventually I would begin to close my eyes again but I never did. Then the wedding was around the corner and I worried I would look like a freak in the pictures because who on Earth kisses with their eyes open in pictures?!
Even now, I kiss him with my eyes open no matter what type of kiss it is. Sometimes I watch his face, sometimes I watch the TV behind him so I don't miss anything good, and sometimes I survey the area to make sure no one is witnessing this disgusting public display of affection. Ultimately, I think my eyes remain open because no matter how many times I kiss him, I'm still shocked that I found my soulmate.
In my freshman year of high school if you paid them $2 (of course you had to pay them, nothing was ever free at my high school) you could fill out a pink form with a bunch of relationship type questions on it. Then they would enter all your information in a computer and on Valentine's Day you found out who in the school would be a perfect match for you. The most risque question on the sheet was:
Do you kiss with your eyes:
a) Closed
b) Open
c) Don't know
d) Who kisses?!
Maybe it was there as a trick question and whoever picked anything but D was immediately going to hell but the oddest choice to me was B. I could not fathom leaving your eyes open during kissing. Everyone in the movies closed their eyes and it was passionate and wonderful and just seemed like the right way to kiss. So anytime I kissed a boy I squeezed my eyes shut and on one occasion did it too soon and ended up colliding with his chin instead. I think I left braces marks on his skin too.
But then everything I knew about eye closing and kissing changed when I had my epic first kiss with Steve in the hotel room I was sharing with Christine down in Disney. The second our lips met my eyes snapped open and I watched him kiss me back. Even though I willed my eyes to close-they didn't-and remained open throughout the monumental kiss lasting 20 minutes (Christine took the longest shower in her history of showers because she hoped we would finally just get together already and wanted to give us enough time. Thank you, Christine! It worked!). I figured it was just the excitement of finally being with Steve and that eventually I would begin to close my eyes again but I never did. Then the wedding was around the corner and I worried I would look like a freak in the pictures because who on Earth kisses with their eyes open in pictures?!
Even now, I kiss him with my eyes open no matter what type of kiss it is. Sometimes I watch his face, sometimes I watch the TV behind him so I don't miss anything good, and sometimes I survey the area to make sure no one is witnessing this disgusting public display of affection. Ultimately, I think my eyes remain open because no matter how many times I kiss him, I'm still shocked that I found my soulmate.
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Mighty Mouse
Day: One Hundred and Ninety Six
Photo taken on Sunday, February 13, 2011 at Justin's crib in Jericho, NY at 722pm. (Pictured from left to circle around right: Rachel, Adam, me, Jon, Steve, Heather, and Justin)
You might not believe this but right now would be the first time I am actually participating in an RPG (Role Playing Game). Sure, I have dabbled in some video games though I would not characterize myself as a gamer at all (though it would be cool to do so, I just suck at real gamer games). I have also redone musicals, plays, movies, and TV shows with friends growing up but never have I actually acted as a superhero (besides wearing my red underwear outside my blue jogging pants to play Superman to Annie's Louis Lane in our friend's version of Lois & Clark).
This time I get to create a Marvel superhero myself and in doing so, I ask a ton of questions to the leader, Justin, and practically make him hold my hand through the whole experience. The cards confuse the hell out of me with their colors and negative and positive numbers and their inscriptions. Heather assures me that it'll get easier the more I play and as we sit there for hours I keep leaning towards the boys, showing them my cards asking what's playable. Everyone is incredibly patient with me and I don't feel silly in the least as I make comments as if I'm my 15 year old character. I like how everyone interacts and becomes their character which leads to a lot of laughing and teasing.
On our way home eight hours later, Steve and I animatedly talk about the game and how we really want to develop ourselves as mutants. I tell him I would be happy to draw what we look like and then I'll make a stronger bio for myself (Steve's is ridiculously detailed and extremely inappropriate but funny). Steve is bursting with ideas about what could happen next and I encourage him to talk with the others about it. Being that the both of us are stuck in mind numbingly boring jobs, this game today shows us a new outlet that we can pour our stifled creativity into and hopefully that will release some of the tension I feel everyday going to work.
So Justin, whenever you have another free moment for pizza and game play, we're ready to help you save the world.
You might not believe this but right now would be the first time I am actually participating in an RPG (Role Playing Game). Sure, I have dabbled in some video games though I would not characterize myself as a gamer at all (though it would be cool to do so, I just suck at real gamer games). I have also redone musicals, plays, movies, and TV shows with friends growing up but never have I actually acted as a superhero (besides wearing my red underwear outside my blue jogging pants to play Superman to Annie's Louis Lane in our friend's version of Lois & Clark).
This time I get to create a Marvel superhero myself and in doing so, I ask a ton of questions to the leader, Justin, and practically make him hold my hand through the whole experience. The cards confuse the hell out of me with their colors and negative and positive numbers and their inscriptions. Heather assures me that it'll get easier the more I play and as we sit there for hours I keep leaning towards the boys, showing them my cards asking what's playable. Everyone is incredibly patient with me and I don't feel silly in the least as I make comments as if I'm my 15 year old character. I like how everyone interacts and becomes their character which leads to a lot of laughing and teasing.
On our way home eight hours later, Steve and I animatedly talk about the game and how we really want to develop ourselves as mutants. I tell him I would be happy to draw what we look like and then I'll make a stronger bio for myself (Steve's is ridiculously detailed and extremely inappropriate but funny). Steve is bursting with ideas about what could happen next and I encourage him to talk with the others about it. Being that the both of us are stuck in mind numbingly boring jobs, this game today shows us a new outlet that we can pour our stifled creativity into and hopefully that will release some of the tension I feel everyday going to work.
So Justin, whenever you have another free moment for pizza and game play, we're ready to help you save the world.
Saturday, February 12, 2011
Normalsauce
Day: One Hundred and Ninety Five
Photo taken on Saturday, February 12, 2011 in Great Neck, NY at 1124pm.
When Steve comes across this 30 Rock TGS "Liz" hoodie two Christmases ago, he has to purchase it for me. I have been a Tina Fey fan since her early writing days on SNL and have always admired her skillz. In college I think it would be cool to do my internship as an apprentice to Ms. Fey but I never even work up the courage to write her a fan letter let alone ask her if I can follow her around for a summer and totally not in a stalkerish way at all.
So when I start watching 30 Rock, Steve finds himself enjoying the program right along side me (the Dr. Space Man episode has him hooked!). Naturally he loves Jack Donaghy and I adore Jack's relationship with Liz Lemon. Though sometimes, I find it eerie how the things that come out of her mouth (or what goes into it) is very much something I would say (or eat) and Jack's reaction to it is very much how Steve would react to me:
Liz Lemon: I believe that all anyone really wants in this life is to sit in peace and eat a sandwich.
Jack Donaghy: How surprising that your world view is food-based.
Seems like we have the key to world peace right there.
When Steve comes across this 30 Rock TGS "Liz" hoodie two Christmases ago, he has to purchase it for me. I have been a Tina Fey fan since her early writing days on SNL and have always admired her skillz. In college I think it would be cool to do my internship as an apprentice to Ms. Fey but I never even work up the courage to write her a fan letter let alone ask her if I can follow her around for a summer and totally not in a stalkerish way at all.
So when I start watching 30 Rock, Steve finds himself enjoying the program right along side me (the Dr. Space Man episode has him hooked!). Naturally he loves Jack Donaghy and I adore Jack's relationship with Liz Lemon. Though sometimes, I find it eerie how the things that come out of her mouth (or what goes into it) is very much something I would say (or eat) and Jack's reaction to it is very much how Steve would react to me:
Liz Lemon: I believe that all anyone really wants in this life is to sit in peace and eat a sandwich.
Jack Donaghy: How surprising that your world view is food-based.
Seems like we have the key to world peace right there.
Friday, February 11, 2011
141 vs 162
Day: One Hundred and Ninety Four
The Imaginary Weapons Game continues but this time I have found a loophole to counterattack a certain move. The Chidori is a lightening chakra jutsu from Naruto done only by Kakashi and (unfortunately) Sasuke. Usually when one person does a successful attack, the other person admits defeat but as I am watching Avatar: The Last Airbender series, an idea dawns on me. If Uncle Iroh can redirect Azula's lightening attack through one hand, into his belly, and out the other way, why can't I? I'm in touch with my Chi. I can do this.
But Steve doesn't favor the Chidori. Even Pher and Anna prefer the Rasengan but I am BURSTING with this new found information and want someone to Chidori me just so I can pull the move. I finally beg Steve to do the attack and he skeptically narrows his eyes at me, trying to figure out how I learned a counterattack. He refuses me and I tell him he has to Chidori me because this is just too good to hold inside anymore. He stands there quietly for a long time and I know he's running through every scenario in his head, every superhero, every Street Fighter game, every manga character we have encountered. He finally concedes, throwing a half-hearted Chidori my way. After I grab it and redirect it back into him he stands there, his face completely devoid of emotion.
I giddily jump around him exclaiming, "how awesome was that?!" I am so proud of myself at this moment that I even force him into giving me a high five. He finally agrees that it is very well played and again I congratulate myself for thinking outside of the box.
And this is where all my above average IQ points have gone.
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Schloopydoopies
Day: One Hundred and Ninety Three
Photo taken on Thursday, February 10, 2011 while dancing around the hallway with my iTouch (named Skull) at 918pm.
Kim hates my other iPod, the one Steve purchased for me back when I left Genesis in November 2006 (so my commute could be bearable with music). I think she should write a BLOG entry about all the different comments she has made towards it because they're hilarious.
The iPod is one of the first video ones released so it's as big as a VHS tape and if you watched a video on it, it would run out of batteries within five minutes. Granted it is extremely outdated therefore keeping the background light on drains it so I tend to use it only in the car when it is constantly plugged in. Since it's a video one, it holds like 20,000 songs, not that I have 20,000 songs but the possibilities are endless (I have 2,151 songs). Even though I have a replacement, I still use that clunker because when I drop it, I really don't care and it still works... until I walk two blocks out of the subway station because the cold weather makes the battery freeze.
Kim hates my other iPod, the one Steve purchased for me back when I left Genesis in November 2006 (so my commute could be bearable with music). I think she should write a BLOG entry about all the different comments she has made towards it because they're hilarious.
The iPod is one of the first video ones released so it's as big as a VHS tape and if you watched a video on it, it would run out of batteries within five minutes. Granted it is extremely outdated therefore keeping the background light on drains it so I tend to use it only in the car when it is constantly plugged in. Since it's a video one, it holds like 20,000 songs, not that I have 20,000 songs but the possibilities are endless (I have 2,151 songs). Even though I have a replacement, I still use that clunker because when I drop it, I really don't care and it still works... until I walk two blocks out of the subway station because the cold weather makes the battery freeze.
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Be Mine
Day: One Hundred and Ninety Two
Photo taken on Wednesday, February 9, 2011 in the dining area at 844pm.
I think because Steve gets home before me and retrieves anything by our door (community notices, packages, Poland Spring deliveries) that by the time my commute is over, he has forgotten to tell me about anything that was sitting outside. Kind of like the notice he received days ago about the gym being closed but neglected to tell me even as I inform him I'm going to run and I'm changing into my running clothes and walking out the door. 30 seconds later I ring the bell and he lets me back in.
"Gym's closed until further notice," I say.
"Oh right. We got a notice about that a few days ago."
Thanks Steve.
So when I come trotting out of our bedroom after a TRX workout instead, I notice a rather large box sitting on one of the barstools. "What's this?"
"A package. Oh yeah, that came today."
Thanks Steve.
The side of the box says Popcorn Factory so I giddily tear it open to find a Valentine's Day gift inside from my parents. Wu-hoo!!! Popcorn! Several different types plus candy and cookies and nuts and jelly beans. How can Steve forget about a package this good?!
Thanks Mom and Dad! Happy early V-Day!
^_\
I think because Steve gets home before me and retrieves anything by our door (community notices, packages, Poland Spring deliveries) that by the time my commute is over, he has forgotten to tell me about anything that was sitting outside. Kind of like the notice he received days ago about the gym being closed but neglected to tell me even as I inform him I'm going to run and I'm changing into my running clothes and walking out the door. 30 seconds later I ring the bell and he lets me back in.
"Gym's closed until further notice," I say.
"Oh right. We got a notice about that a few days ago."
Thanks Steve.
So when I come trotting out of our bedroom after a TRX workout instead, I notice a rather large box sitting on one of the barstools. "What's this?"
"A package. Oh yeah, that came today."
Thanks Steve.
The side of the box says Popcorn Factory so I giddily tear it open to find a Valentine's Day gift inside from my parents. Wu-hoo!!! Popcorn! Several different types plus candy and cookies and nuts and jelly beans. How can Steve forget about a package this good?!
Thanks Mom and Dad! Happy early V-Day!
^_\
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Noogs
Day: One Hundred and Ninety One
Photo taken on Tuesday, February 8, 2011 on the LIRR at 636am. (Later train today because someone forgot to set their alarm. I won't point any fingers but I'm the only one who gets up at 435am.)
Moma is the only person I know that goes to a silent auction and only bids on stuff for other people. She is always thinking of others and their wants or needs so when she spies a Nook she immediately thinks of me and my redonkulous commute. I am really stoked to have a new toy-I have already affectionately named it Noogie-so when dad hands it off to me, I quickly go down to Barnes and "No Balls" (courtesy of Preston) and buy a casing for it since I tend to drop expensive things (don't let me hold your baby either). I just hope I stay on top of Noogie's well being and that I'm not halfway through my train ride when I'm like, "Crap! My book ran out of batteries!"
I'm totally digging this new form of entertainment and have already downloaded two *free* ebooks and finished one before hitting Hunterspoint this morning. The Smoke Dragon by Shane Jiraiya Cummings is peppered with vocabulary we haven't seen since the SATs so that is totally refreshing plus it's like Raiden from Mortal Kombat meets Gato's underlings from Naruto. Definitely a thumbs up!
Thank you, Moma, for this awesome gift! Looking forward to reading book two later!
Moma is the only person I know that goes to a silent auction and only bids on stuff for other people. She is always thinking of others and their wants or needs so when she spies a Nook she immediately thinks of me and my redonkulous commute. I am really stoked to have a new toy-I have already affectionately named it Noogie-so when dad hands it off to me, I quickly go down to Barnes and "No Balls" (courtesy of Preston) and buy a casing for it since I tend to drop expensive things (don't let me hold your baby either). I just hope I stay on top of Noogie's well being and that I'm not halfway through my train ride when I'm like, "Crap! My book ran out of batteries!"
I'm totally digging this new form of entertainment and have already downloaded two *free* ebooks and finished one before hitting Hunterspoint this morning. The Smoke Dragon by Shane Jiraiya Cummings is peppered with vocabulary we haven't seen since the SATs so that is totally refreshing plus it's like Raiden from Mortal Kombat meets Gato's underlings from Naruto. Definitely a thumbs up!
Thank you, Moma, for this awesome gift! Looking forward to reading book two later!
Monday, February 7, 2011
Strike!
Day: One Hundred and Ninety
Photo taken on Monday, February 7, 2011 in my office at the Surge at 732am.
I have gotten a lot of compliments on my outfit already and I've only been here for 32 minutes. I always give credit to my mom on these days because if it wasn't for her buying me new clothes for my birthday and Christmas, I would be a hot mess 24/7 instead of being decently put together 14 hours for four days a week.
And sometimes mom forgets she buys me these things. I'll come down the stairs in the TDM and mom will exclaim over my bling-tastic earrings and matching bracelet. "Thank you. You bought them for me." We'll be out to dinner in the city and when I unzip my jacket she'll tell me how much she likes my blouse. "Thank you. I think you got it for me in Macy's." And the rare occasion I don heels and she approves, "thanks! Your gift certificate to DSW. Clearance! Blue sticker!"
I am 28 years old and my mother still dresses me.
And I LOVE it! :-)
I have gotten a lot of compliments on my outfit already and I've only been here for 32 minutes. I always give credit to my mom on these days because if it wasn't for her buying me new clothes for my birthday and Christmas, I would be a hot mess 24/7 instead of being decently put together 14 hours for four days a week.
And sometimes mom forgets she buys me these things. I'll come down the stairs in the TDM and mom will exclaim over my bling-tastic earrings and matching bracelet. "Thank you. You bought them for me." We'll be out to dinner in the city and when I unzip my jacket she'll tell me how much she likes my blouse. "Thank you. I think you got it for me in Macy's." And the rare occasion I don heels and she approves, "thanks! Your gift certificate to DSW. Clearance! Blue sticker!"
I am 28 years old and my mother still dresses me.
And I LOVE it! :-)
Sunday, February 6, 2011
B.S. in Advertising
Day: One Hundred and Eighty Nine
This may come as a shock to those of you who have come over from Life's Adventures but I am about to review the Super Bowl ads and NOT make bitter jokes about them like I did in 2007 and 2008. Here we goooooo!
At first I am thinking that the only brands that purchase airtime are Bud Light, Doritos, and Pepsi but then some other real good gems pop in there and make me smile like the one where the guy is like, "I wanna sleep with her, I wanna sleep with her, I wanna sleep with her, I want her Pepsi Max, I want her Pepsi Max-" oh... uh...well I like the one with the product placement in the medieval movie of all...Bud Light...oh...er...how about the one with the dying plants and fish but the Doritos bring them back to...
Okay, okay, I'll behave! All joking aside, here are my top three picks for the night:
Second Runner Up: NFL "Best Fans Ever"
This is a really cool idea and they did a fantastic job of substituting in all those jerseys and NFL gear into the shows. Not sure if you noticed how well it flows too but it may take two watchings to catch it since the first time you're probably absorbed into pointing out all the shows to your friends, like how you try and pick out the voices in We Are The World (wait you don't do that? Just Kim and I do?). Though I love the fact it ends on South Park!
First Runner Up: Doritos "Crash the Super Bowl"
I am totally picking this one because of the pug and the 2 seconds he takes to crash the door into the man who has annoyed me for the past 28 seconds.
This is also something I would train Sirius to do.
Top pick: Volkswagen "The Force"
I am not picking it solely for the fact I fully endorse cosplaying but because of the child actor and his ability to sell you without revealing his face. When the father presses the button from inside and the car comes to life, he reels around in shock, looking around as if to say, "did you see that?!" only to find no one there to witness his Jedi Mind Trick. I just fall in love with his body movements, his determination in his hands as he tries to sway his dog, the defeated sigh when the doll stares back at him limply, and how he brushes off his father when he tries to greet him. The kid just steals my heart. I'm thinking he reminds me of a certain animated nephew of mine...
Oh and hey advertisers? Enough with the 1984 references. We all "get" it.
(Sorry, couldn't resist another jab.)
Saturday, February 5, 2011
Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug!
Day: One Hundred and Eighty Eight
Photo taken on Saturday, February 5, 2011 in the waiting room of NRAD (Nassau Radiologic Group) in Garden City, NY at 852am.
The quest to find out what the hell is wrong with me continues, this time with a CAT Scan of my abdomen and pelvis. In order to do this you have to drink three things before you get called in by the technician (my guy today is Dean, he is super cool!). The first two taste like wood flooring (don't ask me how I would know that) and the third one resembles a pina colada that has been left out in the sun for three days.
I try to down them as fast as I can like I did with the colon prep but I am the worst chugger on the planet. I think this would be easier if I played Flip Cup more than twice in my college career.
The quest to find out what the hell is wrong with me continues, this time with a CAT Scan of my abdomen and pelvis. In order to do this you have to drink three things before you get called in by the technician (my guy today is Dean, he is super cool!). The first two taste like wood flooring (don't ask me how I would know that) and the third one resembles a pina colada that has been left out in the sun for three days.
I try to down them as fast as I can like I did with the colon prep but I am the worst chugger on the planet. I think this would be easier if I played Flip Cup more than twice in my college career.
Friday, February 4, 2011
Tobi
Day: One Hundred and Eighty Seven
I have Benign Positional Vertigo (BPV) which is pretty common but very annoying. It sucks because I grew up being the type of kid that followed along with whatever fearless tricks her brothers were up to: get air off that ten foot cliff on the mountain? Sure. Jump off the high part of the deck and into the 4 foot pool when mom goes back inside? Done. Do that bungee swing thing at Six Flags? Piece of cake.
But now? Now the slightest bit of motion can send me into a two week nausea-fest. Now I come with a set of rules, Dramamine, and Sea Bands. I no longer can ride the roller coasters that do corkscrews unless of course I'm in the front row and my eyes are shut; so where's the fun in that? I can't do somersaults off of diving boards anymore (but I can still do a mean Can Opener). I can't spin around more than once so I have to improvise in Zumba on occasion. And boats...well I might as well forget about that Alaskan dream cruise.
I have learned to adjust to my older body but sometimes it is hard to avoid everything that makes me sick. Tonight I just make the train to Great Neck by a few seconds but unfortunately I can't sit backwards anymore. Since there are no facing forward seats I opt to stand which usually doesn't affect me but BPV reared its ugly head by the time I hit Bayside. I feel bad I had to cancel on the twins again but I would have been no fun tonight. They would have beaten me in air hockey quicker than they normally do!
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Multiplicity
Day: One Hundred and Eighty Six
Photo taken on Thursday, February 3, 2011 in my office at 423pm.
I am obsessed with the idea of having a clone, though I wouldn't want a real clone because then I would have to feed her and she would use up all of my toiletries and those CVS trips can get expensive. I would prefer a shadow clone which is a temporary one that you create for a certain amount of time and then they vanish when you will them to or if you violently punch them. The cool thing about shadow clones is that when they "pop" out of existence, everything they said, encountered, or accomplished immediately floods your mind and you retain any knowledge they learned while they were hanging around.
If I had a shadow clone I would totally utilize her for work purposes and we would be a phenomenal team because she would have my work ethic. She wouldn't complain if I asked her to do something because she would know I felt guilty asking her in the first place. She would also get my lame jokes (and maybe make a few of her own)! I would definitely call her something cool like MacGuyver or Pumpkin. Then later, she would accompany me on my rush hour train so no one could sit near me in Jamaica. When the conductor comes around for tickets I'd just poke her in the ribs and enjoy the two-seater to myself.
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Phil? Phil Connors?
Day: One Hundred and Eighty Five
Photo taken on Wednesday, February 2, 2011 in Central Park (Punxsutawney seemed a little too far for the selfer today) at 1119am.
No shadow, just slush.
But I can guarantee you that winter will still be here tomorrow.
No shadow, just slush.
But I can guarantee you that winter will still be here tomorrow.
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Jerky Boys
Day: One Hundred and Eighty Four
Photo taken on Tuesday, February 1, 2011 in the living room at 910pm.
For being such a good sport about getting a colonoscopy, Steve's supervisor, Donny, brings in a WHOLE ziplock bag of his famous deer jerky for me! You don't understand, this is thee best spicy jerky you will ever taste in your life. I am honored that he saved me a bunch from his latest batch. Not only does he share the wealth with his coworkers, he also sends the jerky to the soldiers in Afghanistan.
I'm not sure how much longer this bag will last because the first time I experience this fantabulous snack, it disappears before we hit Delaware on our trip down to Virginia. I hope to share it with you fine folks but it will be a miracle if it's still around tomorrow morning.
For being such a good sport about getting a colonoscopy, Steve's supervisor, Donny, brings in a WHOLE ziplock bag of his famous deer jerky for me! You don't understand, this is thee best spicy jerky you will ever taste in your life. I am honored that he saved me a bunch from his latest batch. Not only does he share the wealth with his coworkers, he also sends the jerky to the soldiers in Afghanistan.
I'm not sure how much longer this bag will last because the first time I experience this fantabulous snack, it disappears before we hit Delaware on our trip down to Virginia. I hope to share it with you fine folks but it will be a miracle if it's still around tomorrow morning.
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