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My Mix Tape!

25 Jun

Last night as I drove into Manhattan, I put on my favorite iPod playlist, AAA’s Country Mix. As I listened to my favorite song — which also happens to be hers — I thought, “I have no idea who sings this.” And that is the beauty of the playlist.

One day after we both returned to the US, and were attempting to sort out our lives, I received the double CD country music mix in the mail and giggled with glee. I’ve listened to the heartaches and joys of guitar-strumming cowboys (and cowgirls) since high school when my non-stereotypical LI extended family members introduced me to the twang. AAA is from the Midwest so country music runs through her blood. It was a bonding point during our time in England — where country music is close to impossible to find — and she knew how frustrated I was that Latin and cheesy pop radio took over LI’s two token country stations.

The CD’s have the songs and artists listed on the cases but once they made it into my iPod (and I didn’t bother to manually enter that information), they were lost forever. I know a lot of the songs are by artists I am familiar with and have listened to for ages, but to me, it’s all just AAA’s music.

While listening to it last night, I thought, “Awww, she made me a mix tape [CD]. How cute is that?” And then continued to search my brain for other mix tapes I had received. I couldn’t remember a single one. Isn’t that what you do in high-school relationships? Well, apparently not mine. I can honestly say I never received a mix tape from anyone before that. And in the cheesy way girls get about their friendships, it made it all the more special.

Thanks AAA… and Yee-Haw!!


What to say, when all’s ok?

28 May

I’ve been really slacking on the blogging lately. I could blame any number of reasons—busy at work, enjoying the outdoors, trying to disconnect from the internet—and they’d all be somewhat valid. But during an email conversation with FF the other day, another reason popped out of my subconscious and threw itself onto the screen…

I’m in a stable relationship!

At that point in our email conversation, we were discussing her interest in a not-so-available man to which she apologized for “going on” about. I replied—legitimately defensive—“Don’t be sorry; I love analyzing this shit! It’s great blog fodder. You know, now that I’m in a stable relationship, I’m slacking on blog material. You’re helping me here!”

It’s not that I ever blogged about my relationships. Actually, until this year, I intentionally never wrote, mentioned, or commented on anyone who might not be a permanent fixture in my life. It was my thoughts; my life; my blog. But even though you may not speak about the details, when you’re going through emotional upheaval, you tend to have more to say—on any topic!

Either way… I’m happy… life’s good… so I got nothing to blog complain about. But I’ll make sure that doesn’t keep me from posting—there are plenty of exciting things going on in my world…

and if I can find the time, I’ll tell you about all of them!


“Look Marge, Only a Quarter!”

22 May

Today MJay, Triple A and I are holding a yard sale. It is the first yard sale where I’ve held a managerial position — compared to being a spectator. MJay will be moving to the far off land of Connecticut (tear), and needs to clear out some — ok, A LOT — of stuff.

So, for the past few hours I’ve been alternating between sitting in the front of my garage watching my little entrepreneur girl friend, kitted out with a fanny pack and clip board, say good-bye to all her lifelong possessions, demonstrating her Lat Thigh Stepper exercise machine, puppeteer’ing Lampchop and creating an “On the Farm Work-Out” series — so far I’ve recorded Getting Jiggy with C. E. Joe and Fundamentals of Farmland Tap — that was inspired by a pair of overalls MJay gifted me.

I only brought in about $50 — which I’ve allocated to my DR bathing suit fund… gotta try to impress the man — mostly because I feel guilty asking people to give me money for things I am otherwise throwing away. Either way, I got rid of some crap that was inhabiting my space, and MJay’s belongings are flying off the shelves. Well, except the over-priced products.

The customer base has been interesting. For me, the woman below was the highlight.

Our most fashion-forward customer wearing red fish-nets under way-too-tight denim shorts and a way-too-short black t-shirt.

In the end, we are having a blast. It’s all about the fun of spending the day with those you love. As MJay so genuinely put it: “I’m doing it solely for the company… ME and Triple A.”

ME: “Awwww seriously? We could have just hung out you know…”

MJay: “Yeah but actually doing SOMETHING together makes it more of a bonding experience!”

Thanks MJay, you are right. I feel very bonded now!

Sooooo… when does Martini night start?

1 Brit, 3 years of childhood masterbation and 10,000 teens in cowboy boots

19 May

… is what occupied this previous weekend. Now you understand why I haven’t had time to blog?

Last week SS took me to see Ricky Gervais at MSG’s theater. I became a big fan of the over-sized un-PC child during the reign of The Office. (Hence why I hated the American version for so long.) And I think Animals is one of the funniest stand-up routines ever to exist; on the same account, Politics was one of, if not the, worst. My cousin and I saw him perform at the Tribeca Arts Center in 2007 — he warmed up there the night before his MSG debut — and was mucho disappointed. He not only repeated material, but he only repeated partial bits, forcing mid-point anti-climax jokes into punchline position. Not cool.

This time around he was absolutely fab. Hilarious, disgusting and completely OTT… everything you’d expect from the sick Brit. The highlight for me was when he interpreted his childhood Sunday School book, Noah — British religious humour never fails to entertain me to the fullest. He did repeat one bit, but it was about dolphins “effin each other in the head”… a classic.

According to his blog, he seems pleased with his reviews… he writes: Picked up a nice review too. “No one specializes in outrageously bad taste quite as adorably as Ricky Gervais.” The Hollywood Reporter. One for the DVD I think.

Good job Ricky. High Five!!


I spent Saturday night like any 28-yr-old girl would choose to… among tens of thousands of squealing teeny-boppers, clans of quietly depressed parents and one screeching 28-yr-old 6’5″ man, listening to the teenage goddess of love and heartbreak.

I went to Taylor Swift‘s Fearless concert.

I expected the flash back to my youth… and here’s what I picked up along the way.

1) Taylor Swift has fallen in and out of love A LOT for a 20-yr-old.

2) Her closet must look like a Disco club.

3) Her “Awe, OMG, I can’t believe a crowd of people came to hear me” look is beginning to look fake.

4) She has more energy than Max does.

5) She puts on an absolutely, fantastically entertaining show — and it is a show, not a concert, complete with video clips of interviews with her and her music’s subjects, acted out skits on stage and wanders through the audience.

What my country music-loving man friend discovered.

1) They convert all but one men’s room into a women’s room for these sort of shows.

2) The one men’s room has no line.

2) The bars have no line.

Excellent job Taylor; I’d come see you again — though next time I might bring an <18… just to fit in, ya’ know?


After all the perverse testosterone- and teenage hormone-flooded energy of the last two shows, I was in dire need of some mature, classy feminine entertainment.

So I went with three lovely sophisticated lady friends to see Chelsea Handler‘s Chelsea Chelsea Bang Bang tour at Radio City. It was just what I needed. We, along with thousands of mid-20s to mid-30s women, all with vodka cocktails in hand, enjoyed a quiet discussion of her recent break-up with Ted, the E!- hotshot BF from her latest book, her senile father who was apparently in the audience and her third grade masturbation habit.

She was hilarious… no, more than hilarious. She was bloody effin hilarious. Yet, I think a lot of the humor stemmed from having read and absorbed all her book material over the past few months. Every person, situation and racial joke that she threw out triggered a reference to a story from her book in my head, and I’d start cracking up before she finished delivering the punchline. There was no way she could cram the hilarity of the situations she creates for herself into a 1.5 hour stand-up routine.

What I did enjoy from both her and the opener’s bits was their outward mocking of pregnancy and kids. I couldn’t help but think, “35-yr-olds who don’t want kids? I wish every woman who’s said to me ‘You’ll change your mind later’ could have been there to witness these scientific anomalies who hadn’t been slapped with an urge to breed.” Word up sistas!

And that concludes my weekend.

It’s now Wednesday and I got things to do… it’s fancy dinner date night with SS. And as you know, dinner with SS is one of my favorite things to do. BRING IT!!

(Note: As I closed WordPress I received a text from SS with this photo and the caption: “Mmmm baby geese… Fois Gras tonight.” Never leave him alone with your pets B&Gs — unless it’s a cat; in that case you only have to worry about him stealing it.)

Rooster’s Wake-Up Call

9 Apr

Today I woke up in the wrong mood: I was exhausted. It was pouring out. I have a lot to do at work.

As I went through my morning ritual of checking e-mail, horoscopes and FB (the “news” as SS calls it), I read a quote from a friend that said “the difference between having a good day and a bad day is your attitude.” And I thought, “yeah yeah I know.” It’s a statement that I would—and have—preach(ed)…but only when I’m in a good attitude, of course. And then I said to myself—in my head as I didn’t want to sound crazy at work—”When I’m not is the exact time I should practice it.” So I put a smile on my face… it was fake, but a smile nonetheless.

Then I decided to take some time to catch up on some of capclassique‘s recent blog entries. (I follow blogs in spurts—I’m dedicated to them, but I tend to sit down and read like 10 at a time.) This one stood out to me: Focus on Joy: Day 1. Both her words, intentions and the adorable photo of Marcus, made me smile—and it was genuine.

Someone, somewhere knew I needed a pick me up today. And I got it… thank you.

With that said, here’s what makes me smile (Day 1).

If you don’t me that well, I’ve recently become kinda obsessed with getting a dog. After fostering a one-and-a-half-year-old puggle for six months, I discovered how much joy and love a dog can bring to your life. He came to me at a time I needed him and he needed me. And he left right as I was transitioning into what I now realize was a new time in my life. We helped each other, and moved on. How effin romantic, right? But knowing how much pleasure it is to have a lil pup welcome you every time you come home… and come upstairs… and come back from the kitchen… and come out of the shower… I really want one in my life. And unfortunately for Grandma, I want one in my life even though I have SS. (My grandma stated at one point during this foster arrangement that she wanted me to get a new boyfriend so I wouldn’t need the pup. Thanks Grandma. Needless to say, she didn’t fall for Max as much as I did—though she did much more than she ever thought she would…)

So yesterday, after hearing that an old colleague had puppies he was giving away, I got on a dog search and started looking at rescue foundations in the area and researching different breeds. In my search I found this guy. He’s not the dog for me as the rescue place notes possessive food guarding issues and doesn’t get along with cats… but how effin cute is he? And the best part… get this… his name is ROOSTER! OMG… seriously! Doesn’t it give you warm fuzzies inside?

Well, just looking at Rooster cheered me up even more today. Thanks Rooster.

Dressing The Un-Fashionable

24 Mar

Last night I received one of the best text messages a girl could ever ask for. SS requested that ‘I wear something sexy because he had made reservations for a fancy eat-in.’

Surely every girl secretly loves being treated like a princess. But to have a guy so keen on being with you, spending time with you and taking you out is one of the utmost forms of flattery, in my opinion. And this is even better when it’s a guy you absolutely adore and makes you as giddy as a child.

With that said, I responded as any normal gal would, with a lil giggle and discreet cheerleading straddle jump.

Then, as soon as I stuck my landing, I thought, “Crap, what do I wear?”

I’m not stylish, nor do I pretend to be, or want to pretend to be, for that matter. (I don’t want to give off a false first impression that I know how to get dressed on my own.) I am most comfy in a pair of rolled-up jeans, tank top or hoodie and a pair of flip-flops. (Just ask the Brits from my course: I was so excited about mild British winters that I li-trally wore my Tevas alllll year — with leg warmers on the brisk days.)

Anyways, I raided my closet; I raided my roommates closet; I thought about what stores were near me at work. As I did this I made a mental note to “attempt to pay more attention to your closet hunny; looking good for someone special is worth the agony of shopping.”

In my closet I found a fitted low-cut black dress; in my roommates closet I found a pink strapless number; and already in my office was a grey dress (also from my roomy’s closet—sorry hun, all your clothes will be home tomorrow…). So with four options (I also wore a dress just for good measure), I hope to pull off something SS-worthy by 6 pm.

So next time M-jay wants to go to the mall, I may actually join her on the sales floor, instead of plopping down in my usual position in the fitting room to play the role of human-mirror.

Or maybe I don’t have hope… maybe it’s biological: As my brother said the other day in response to my comment that I “was born with the male shopping gene”… “there is no such thing; you are just lacking the female shopping gene.” Good point kiddo, good point.

Bloggers Unite!

3 Mar

They say “when one door closes, another one opens.” blah blah blah.

When my last relationship ended, I went through the typical process: mourning, partying, resenting, complaining, etc, etc. You know, I was a girl. But what I also did was blog.

In my blogging antics, I stumbled upon “Nine: Counting from Nine.” Its creator, Le Bonheur, had also turned to the web to digest her break-up. The more I read, the more I thought, ‘I know what you mean,’ and felt a little bit better.

Through her blog comments, I also discovered and started following “The Rules of Breakup.” Another single gal (who also happens to be an editor) dealing with the loss of “hunky.” What are the rules of breakup you say? As you will see on her site, they are stated as:

  1. Remember what you love. Do it.
  2. Access your inner hottie.
  3. Do stuff that scares and surprises you.
  4. Get out there, even when you don’t feel ready.
  5. Have a safe haven. Make it pretty.
  6. Do all the things you never had time for in the relationship.
  7. No wallowing.
  8. Laugh at something every day.

I found her entries to be just as comforting as our mutual reader/writer, Le Bonheur—and her British/Aussie terminology to be quite enjoyable, leaving me nostalgic for England, my home away from home.

Why am I saying all this? Well, even though I don’t even know these gals’ names, not to mention anything about their personal lives, I do know how they dealt with their struggles. In the anonymous online world of words, I found comfort and validation in a couple of ladies who were faced with emotional adversity and had the determination and strength to stand up to it. They are tough when they need to be and are always looking forward, even when they (and by they, I really mean “we”) encounter an emotional setback.

In a way, I feel like I went through these experiences with them. When one of the gals began dating again, I giggled at her accomplishment. When the other reached a peak of contentment living on her own, my heart smiled inside. And when I commented on an entry about a new SS I had recently met, I know the happy response was genuine. (I note that since my blog is not anonymous, I do not discuss my relationships openly here… so maybe this is a little one-sided… but that’s why I love to comment!)

I must admit my new reading/writing/work schedule in the past couple months has set me back on my daily reading. But sitting down to see what these girls have been up is one of my favorite and most relaxing pasttimes.

With that said, I received a comment on yesterday’s entry from capclassique and in it she mentioned that “I won an award.” (See “You like me, you really like me!” on Champagne for Breakfast.) My reaction… I am totally and utterly flattered. I tend to feel that I write to an empty screen and I am sure many days I do. But on those days that I see my stats peak and a new comment pop up, I am completely tickled.

And for that, I would like to recommend the above mentioned blogs to all my followers. (Like I said, some days it’s good, some, not so much!) Not only entertaining, these gals have a grasp on life and interaction that only someone who has rode the roller coaster of love/life can accomplish.

Thanks girls… and enjoy your ride, both the highs and lows…

And coming from someone who happens to be wearing a huge smile at the peak… what a ride it is, what a ride!

(NaBLoPoMo Note: Do I even need to note what this fits the “strangers” theme?)