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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.
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