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Saturday, February 27, 2010
Thursday, February 11, 2010
dedicated blog - men i love: willie
I've toyed with the ideas of having a dedicated blog as a regularly updated post, but I always canceled that notion when I would remind myself there isn't anything besides my job and friends that I'm that dedicated to. The other day I was thinking to myself that I need to get on regular posting and somewhere between popping a bottle of champagne and taking a foot bath it dawned on me: I'm dedicated to loving the men in my life, and boy do I have at least a years worth, none of which I can even be romantically linked to. So without further adieu I give to you my inaugural man I love: Willie.
The first time I knew I would love Willie was in 6th grade when he bicycled from this neighborhood to mine to borrow one of my shirts for school photos. We were both new kids in school (and obviously the most stylish) so I think it was an automatic connection of feeling the same things. Through the years Willie has become my best friend in the whole wide world. I have the honor of having 5 amazing best friends who I can't even imagine living without, but he is truly a soul mate of sorts, and coincidentally the only man who actually knows how to keep me in check. We have endless amounts of amusing tales that could create a blog of its own. I could go on and on about our amazing lives together, but the best thing about it is that just we know, like our own little secret adventures. Sure, we've had amazing times at the Speedway, ruled Mass Ave. before we graduated high school and have a country drive so legit you've probably asked for directions, but our adventures are more than stories to be told, they are experiences that have help make me the person I am today. Through the years we've had many situations turned hilarious and the best times ever, but more important, I've gotten to watch him grow as a man and lead people to things more than they could ever conceive of experiencing. To have Willie be a part of your life is more than a blessing it's an uplifting experience and an education more profound than a textbook could teach. So here's to you, boo: thanks for all of the good times, making me realize how valuable the bad times can be, and for being a great friend through it all.
Sunday, February 7, 2010
the day we've all been waiting for: xliv
The great blizzard of 2010 had kept the Hov's and I from making it back to Championapolis for Super Bowl gloriousity, so instead we are making the most of it, snowed in to their Chateau in Shadyside.While we are hoping the pens game helps pass the time and cure our anxiety, I've whipped up a little pre-game snack for your reading pleasure...enjoy!
T'was the morning of super bowl when all through the hova house Not a creature was stirring, not even Dallas Clark; The Colts helmet was perched on the vizio with care, in hopes that the big show would soon be on; The love birds were nestled all snug in their bed, While visions of victory danced in B's head; And Bitty in his beer box, and I on the couch, had just settled down for a quick game of tetris.
While down in Miami there is heaps of Colts thunder, making Saints fans waiting for their defense to blunder. Away from the blizzard Bri & Jen flew to the beach, tore open the patron & took to the streets. The moon on the ocean in gorgeous M.I.A. makes all the Colts fans anxious for today.
Around 6pm our team will appear with hopes of a second Super Bowl victory in four years. With our glorious quarterback, so lively and quick, Drew Brees will be wanting to S.his.D. More swiftly than a bobcat coach Caldwell will lead, call plays and shout, and call out to his team;
"Now, Mathis! now, Peyton! now, Collie and Freeney! On, Addai! on Sanders! on, Garcon and Diem! To the depths of the end zone! Through the uprights with the ball! Now rush away! Block away! Tackle them all!"
In a twinkling the nation will hear Colts country roar, we'll savior the glorious feeling like we haven't tasted victory before.
Our defense needs to stay tight and so closely bound, leaving the Saints offense to wonder just how to get a first down.
The one thing that kills me about the team from a city being re-built, is a man from SoCal who has my all heart. He is handsome and dreamy, a favourite SC alum, I won't cheer him on tonight, not even a fist pump; A burst of his speed and a twist of his head, I hope he doesn't leave me with loving him to dred.
Now we patiently wait until kickoff time, countdown to NFL is already on and its barely past nine; Molly is busy already prepping her dips and Hova and I are anticipating heaps awesome blitz. May our hometown heros do everything right, keeping peace on the westside and leaving no one to fight. The grace of our offense finding the end zone a plenty, And out scoring the Saints and leading Peyton to bigger than powerball money. When we wind down to the end of the game, may we spring to our feet and cheer on our victorious team. And Irsay will hold the Lombardi trophy & proudly exclaim, as the Saints dwindle out of sight, "Happy Super Bowl to all, and to all a good-night."
Go Horse!
-XLIVvie
T'was the morning of super bowl when all through the hova house Not a creature was stirring, not even Dallas Clark; The Colts helmet was perched on the vizio with care, in hopes that the big show would soon be on; The love birds were nestled all snug in their bed, While visions of victory danced in B's head; And Bitty in his beer box, and I on the couch, had just settled down for a quick game of tetris.
While down in Miami there is heaps of Colts thunder, making Saints fans waiting for their defense to blunder. Away from the blizzard Bri & Jen flew to the beach, tore open the patron & took to the streets. The moon on the ocean in gorgeous M.I.A. makes all the Colts fans anxious for today.
Around 6pm our team will appear with hopes of a second Super Bowl victory in four years. With our glorious quarterback, so lively and quick, Drew Brees will be wanting to S.his.D. More swiftly than a bobcat coach Caldwell will lead, call plays and shout, and call out to his team;
"Now, Mathis! now, Peyton! now, Collie and Freeney! On, Addai! on Sanders! on, Garcon and Diem! To the depths of the end zone! Through the uprights with the ball! Now rush away! Block away! Tackle them all!"
In a twinkling the nation will hear Colts country roar, we'll savior the glorious feeling like we haven't tasted victory before.
Our defense needs to stay tight and so closely bound, leaving the Saints offense to wonder just how to get a first down.
The one thing that kills me about the team from a city being re-built, is a man from SoCal who has my all heart. He is handsome and dreamy, a favourite SC alum, I won't cheer him on tonight, not even a fist pump; A burst of his speed and a twist of his head, I hope he doesn't leave me with loving him to dred.
Now we patiently wait until kickoff time, countdown to NFL is already on and its barely past nine; Molly is busy already prepping her dips and Hova and I are anticipating heaps awesome blitz. May our hometown heros do everything right, keeping peace on the westside and leaving no one to fight. The grace of our offense finding the end zone a plenty, And out scoring the Saints and leading Peyton to bigger than powerball money. When we wind down to the end of the game, may we spring to our feet and cheer on our victorious team. And Irsay will hold the Lombardi trophy & proudly exclaim, as the Saints dwindle out of sight, "Happy Super Bowl to all, and to all a good-night."
Go Horse!
-XLIVvie
Friday, January 15, 2010
whole lotta shakin' goin' on
I'm a few weeks late w/resolutions, but I like to think of it as being choice at picking just the right one. Among the list, the one I've selected that effects you would be my commitment to blog 3 times a week. I'm partnering w/the genius BQ to re-lauch the entire blog so look for special things to come. In the meantime I have a major confession to make...I'm in love. With Tennessee. Moreover, this could be a mega love triangle between me, Memphis and Nashville. I'm aware this is kind of ironic since ex-Tennessee football head coach Lane Kiffin just left this great state to go be the new leader of my Trojans, but that has little to do with my sudden affair. This courtship has been going on for quite sometime and I can't believe I didn't see the signs sooner.
I think it all began when I nominated myself to plan my high school senior spring break to Gulf Shores, Alabama. Since I was the one doing most of the planning, I took it upon myself to break-up the long trip into 2 parts: pre-Graceland and post-Graceland. Although I was fully aware this was roughly 8 hours out of our way it was the 1st time I knew I had a crush on Tennessee. At the time I might have passed it off as a crush on young Elvis and the pool at our hotel across from Graceland that was shaped like a guitar. Either way, I knew it was special. Even spending about 3 hours in 2 days in the Memphis airport has me longing to break out and explore Beale street or purchase a $75 lavender, rhinestone encrusted Elvis plate at the very least.
Nashville on the other hand is a place I visited the 1st time later that year, and for several years following, for mid-season early summer Indy car races. Looking back, there were a lot of my favourtie memories of Indy car racing in that town. For starters it would always be the scene of early summer revelries with undisclosed people. The nights were as mystical as something Johnny Cash himself would sing about. The days were hot and sticky and spent keeping busy exploring locale shops, Vanderbilt University scene and longing to visit Dollywood.
There isn't one memory that can't be narrated by a song in these towns and they have become quiet a significant play list in my life. Both cities carry a sexy mystery and buzz in the air. When you are in either city it is as though you are living adventures in another time, pre-stresses of the day-to-day and as care free as a 7 year old in a candy store.
Like most newly discovered loves, despite the decade long courtship, maybe the newness is what is so mezmerizing about Tennessee. The longing to escape reality and go down a new path of comfort and explore every detail these cities, so rich with sacred history, have to offer is part of the seduction. Some people are looking for the perfect partner, but for me, I'm content with having perfect places like Tennessee that I can rely on to put a smile on my face.
I think it all began when I nominated myself to plan my high school senior spring break to Gulf Shores, Alabama. Since I was the one doing most of the planning, I took it upon myself to break-up the long trip into 2 parts: pre-Graceland and post-Graceland. Although I was fully aware this was roughly 8 hours out of our way it was the 1st time I knew I had a crush on Tennessee. At the time I might have passed it off as a crush on young Elvis and the pool at our hotel across from Graceland that was shaped like a guitar. Either way, I knew it was special. Even spending about 3 hours in 2 days in the Memphis airport has me longing to break out and explore Beale street or purchase a $75 lavender, rhinestone encrusted Elvis plate at the very least.
Nashville on the other hand is a place I visited the 1st time later that year, and for several years following, for mid-season early summer Indy car races. Looking back, there were a lot of my favourtie memories of Indy car racing in that town. For starters it would always be the scene of early summer revelries with undisclosed people. The nights were as mystical as something Johnny Cash himself would sing about. The days were hot and sticky and spent keeping busy exploring locale shops, Vanderbilt University scene and longing to visit Dollywood.
There isn't one memory that can't be narrated by a song in these towns and they have become quiet a significant play list in my life. Both cities carry a sexy mystery and buzz in the air. When you are in either city it is as though you are living adventures in another time, pre-stresses of the day-to-day and as care free as a 7 year old in a candy store.
Like most newly discovered loves, despite the decade long courtship, maybe the newness is what is so mezmerizing about Tennessee. The longing to escape reality and go down a new path of comfort and explore every detail these cities, so rich with sacred history, have to offer is part of the seduction. Some people are looking for the perfect partner, but for me, I'm content with having perfect places like Tennessee that I can rely on to put a smile on my face.
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
aha shake heartbreak...part uno
I'm sitting in a hell of my own creation and my bb is working at a snails pace. Location: penndot on duncan rd, equivalent to most of America's BMV/DMV's. Except, like most places in Penn, this place is like a bmv on crack. I've lost my amazing Indiana license somewhere between uHaul & ikea. Sweet. I, for one, believe that the uHaul guy never gave it back to me and instead pocketed it for his underage girlfriend (I mean, let's be honest, my photo was gorgeous). This wouldn't be a problem if I wasn't scheduled to fly to Indy tomorrow...and this may surprise you, but I'm not really keen on the thought of going through a 4 hour, homeland security, possible cavity search & God knows what in order to fly commercial anywhere. At any rate, I'm here now & waiting. With no iPod (I'm going back to the vintage model once/if I get back to Indy tomorrow, as my newest one was a causality of break-up, get-down week. If you want more on that pencil me in for cocktails). I'm #54 in line, which happens to be willies lucky #, so I'm hoping that's a good omen. Since nothing here can be anywhere near normal, let's sit down & note a few eye spys:
-there are 2 adorable, maniac little boys sitting in front of me. It was suggested via bbm-ing I punch one of them to ease tension. They are far too adorable (& wild) to punch, plus I could be a bit jealous the lil blue eyes named clarke, approximately 4 years old, has a batman pezz dispenser & I've got nada.
-from behind the blue photo curtain alls I can hear is "TILT YA GLASSES." Repeatedly. The lady who was getting her photo taken has reappeared and is giving a second hand account of how her glasses were causing a glare, keeping from a proper photo being taken. We got it, thanks.
-a tiny man in a wheel chair keeps speeding from one flap door to the other. He is the man of penndot. I'm giving him that title. He also has really rad hair and a sassy attitude. I hope he's the one who takes my photo.
We're on #43.
-a girl is sitting one chair away from me with the kind of crunchy curls that glisten. Not because the hair is shiny, but because the curls are molded with gel. I wonder if her hair will cause reflections in her photo? Stay tuned.
- I would like to take time to give a shout out to my outfit: a mara hoffman rope & button printed cream top, new black anlo skinnies. My face is sun kissed & I actually used mascara today (might help with batting my lashes to help my I.D. Cause) finally my lovely hair - unwashed in 3 days (the best hair day of the week!) And loose waves tamed from frizz by amazing morrocan oil. Pulled off my face by 2 twists. I figured they would want me to be as close to normal as possible :). Back to the good stuff...
-I can smell a guys orange gatorade from 2 rows back and this time I do actually want to punch him and take it.
-a couple sits directly next to me. Public manners rule #1: don't sit directly next to a stranger when there are plenty of other seats available. To top it off, the lady next to me is one who makes me lean to the left to avoid physical contact with her. I wonder if I can send her my next chiropractic bill for this imposition?
-the orange gatorade guy just got the news from the drivers test giver:"your brother didn't fail, but I'm rejecting your car. The right tail light is out. You'll have to re-schedule." What?! I bet that guy just jizzed his pants by being able to reject someone. You can tell by the smile on his face. He waits for days like this. I knew I should've stole the gatorade...he's free now to go get more.
-the dad of the cute, maniac kids just came back in (he's waiting of the baby momma) with a video camera. What in the f can he possibly be video taping in the parking lot of a penndot?! Were not talking flip video here people. Disturbing.
-Update on the close sitting neighbour couple: they are discussing their retirement plans in Florida. They are going to have a lincoln town car or an audi. And a "pimped-out honda in the garage." Do they think retired people drive pimped-out hondas? I forgot to mention they are upgrading from their junior drivers licenses. Who says there's such thing as premature planning?
Were on #50 so I need to get in the game & focus...ill follow-up with the outcome of another great pgh adventure.
-there are 2 adorable, maniac little boys sitting in front of me. It was suggested via bbm-ing I punch one of them to ease tension. They are far too adorable (& wild) to punch, plus I could be a bit jealous the lil blue eyes named clarke, approximately 4 years old, has a batman pezz dispenser & I've got nada.
-from behind the blue photo curtain alls I can hear is "TILT YA GLASSES." Repeatedly. The lady who was getting her photo taken has reappeared and is giving a second hand account of how her glasses were causing a glare, keeping from a proper photo being taken. We got it, thanks.
-a tiny man in a wheel chair keeps speeding from one flap door to the other. He is the man of penndot. I'm giving him that title. He also has really rad hair and a sassy attitude. I hope he's the one who takes my photo.
We're on #43.
-a girl is sitting one chair away from me with the kind of crunchy curls that glisten. Not because the hair is shiny, but because the curls are molded with gel. I wonder if her hair will cause reflections in her photo? Stay tuned.
- I would like to take time to give a shout out to my outfit: a mara hoffman rope & button printed cream top, new black anlo skinnies. My face is sun kissed & I actually used mascara today (might help with batting my lashes to help my I.D. Cause) finally my lovely hair - unwashed in 3 days (the best hair day of the week!) And loose waves tamed from frizz by amazing morrocan oil. Pulled off my face by 2 twists. I figured they would want me to be as close to normal as possible :). Back to the good stuff...
-I can smell a guys orange gatorade from 2 rows back and this time I do actually want to punch him and take it.
-a couple sits directly next to me. Public manners rule #1: don't sit directly next to a stranger when there are plenty of other seats available. To top it off, the lady next to me is one who makes me lean to the left to avoid physical contact with her. I wonder if I can send her my next chiropractic bill for this imposition?
-the orange gatorade guy just got the news from the drivers test giver:"your brother didn't fail, but I'm rejecting your car. The right tail light is out. You'll have to re-schedule." What?! I bet that guy just jizzed his pants by being able to reject someone. You can tell by the smile on his face. He waits for days like this. I knew I should've stole the gatorade...he's free now to go get more.
-the dad of the cute, maniac kids just came back in (he's waiting of the baby momma) with a video camera. What in the f can he possibly be video taping in the parking lot of a penndot?! Were not talking flip video here people. Disturbing.
-Update on the close sitting neighbour couple: they are discussing their retirement plans in Florida. They are going to have a lincoln town car or an audi. And a "pimped-out honda in the garage." Do they think retired people drive pimped-out hondas? I forgot to mention they are upgrading from their junior drivers licenses. Who says there's such thing as premature planning?
Were on #50 so I need to get in the game & focus...ill follow-up with the outcome of another great pgh adventure.
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
and in this moment i am happy. happy.
To know me is to love me and that includes all of me such as my dissatisfaction of clean hair days, ability to always smile regardless of the situation and my lifetime dependence of aaa. We have had a lovely affair, aaa & I. It started when I was 17 and finally got my license. 10 accidents and countless key-locked-in-the-car and running out of gas situations later and I'm a gold member. How fitting. While I've managed to curb the keys locked in the car situations (I have a spare set in each of my basic handbags) I really haven't mastered the running out of fuel situation. The most impressive is when I ran out on the expressway in chi, walked a miles then hitch hike to a gas station & had my work mates come fetch me last summer. My cell phone had run outta batt & I didn't have a charger (I now carry a charger on me at all times now, too). For this reason I would love to just sell my car and totally rely on public transit, but in a city like pittsburgh that is not remotely possible. So today, for the first time in pittsburgh & almost a whole year, I ran outta gas. Mind you, trying to explain where your located in this city is like actually finding waldo in one of those books, impossibly annoying. Once I finally was able to explain my location to the aaa operator (shot out to google maps for that), I had to think of what to do to pass the time. I have my iPod, so jack johnson storyteller was the first thing I thought to flick on. I rummaged through my kooba & found every single dissolving childs drug I could find and consumed those, topped off by a couple halls of life. Then I hit the jackpot: my beauty bag. Inside I had a lone peppermint patty nail polish bottle so I gave myself the best manicure one can master in a car that is being rocked by infuriated passing cars zipping around me as if they are the ones impositioned by me running out of gas. Imagine the audacity I have to hold someone up for 1.27345 seconds. My favourite are the people who honk as if I'm unaware that my car is stopped and just sitting here. Anyway, another fun thing to pass the time is to look in the rear view mirror and watch the traffic jam and try to spot the aaa truck. This poses 2 parts to the story: 1) if seen 2 aaa trucks so far & not one is mine. 2) imagine the horror when I look up and see that I'm holding up a funeral procession. Seriously. Icing. On. The. Cake. After I compose myself and the funeral procession had past, I looked out my front window and see a tiny white spider crawling by. Thank goodness it was on the outside, I could just turned my windshield wipers on and poof, he's gone. Then I felt bad because white ones are supposed to be the best luck, so instead of drowning him, I politely scooted him off w/the wiper. Aaa JUST pulled up! Hope he enjoys my pink gas cap! ooxx
Friday, May 1, 2009
the magical month of may
There are few things more magical than Indy in May: chicago in summer, disneyland, wearing this seasons jimmy choos for the 1st time after waiting for months...because this magical month only comes once a year, I'm dedicating the entire month to blogging about previous magical memories and once that unfold this year. Check back daily for new pics, old pics, and maybe even a little face lift for the blog. To kick off the month I decided to share a short, but sweet story...also, dolly parton was on the view this morning and it reminded me of it:
May 2002 - a girlfriend & I go to the speedway motel to pick up an adorable good friend of mine for dinner. For the life of me I can't remember where we were going, but it was probably some place we thought we could get away w/ordering cocktails with dinner at the age of 18 & 17. We were stealth, huh. Anyway, we get to the motel, hang out in the room while mister was getting ready - he's a woman in that way - and finally we were off. As we were walking out of motel and to the car we run into none other than Dolly Parton! Mystified, I just looked at her & smiled. She proceeds to look at mister and say in her ever so sweet accent "look at you honey! You got twoooo cute girls with you!" She smiled & strutted away. Just like that Dolly Parton, the epitome of gorgeous, sweet & sass, had just called us cute! Short of floating above myself right under the clouds, I was in awe. Of course, mister just stood there & stared then proceeded to the car while slowly mumbling something in his charming way. He had no clue we had just run into Dolly Parton. That could've been more mystifying to me had I not known better; this IS the guy who has a nice appreciation for women, but its also the guy whose super glued his lips together trying to decal his cell phone. All and all, it is a classic May memory. And one I'll never ever ever forget.
May 2002 - a girlfriend & I go to the speedway motel to pick up an adorable good friend of mine for dinner. For the life of me I can't remember where we were going, but it was probably some place we thought we could get away w/ordering cocktails with dinner at the age of 18 & 17. We were stealth, huh. Anyway, we get to the motel, hang out in the room while mister was getting ready - he's a woman in that way - and finally we were off. As we were walking out of motel and to the car we run into none other than Dolly Parton! Mystified, I just looked at her & smiled. She proceeds to look at mister and say in her ever so sweet accent "look at you honey! You got twoooo cute girls with you!" She smiled & strutted away. Just like that Dolly Parton, the epitome of gorgeous, sweet & sass, had just called us cute! Short of floating above myself right under the clouds, I was in awe. Of course, mister just stood there & stared then proceeded to the car while slowly mumbling something in his charming way. He had no clue we had just run into Dolly Parton. That could've been more mystifying to me had I not known better; this IS the guy who has a nice appreciation for women, but its also the guy whose super glued his lips together trying to decal his cell phone. All and all, it is a classic May memory. And one I'll never ever ever forget.
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