Here it is! The photos really don't do it any justice, but you'll get the idea. It's just spectactular!!!!
Thursday, December 22, 2005
ROCK and roll
Here it is! The photos really don't do it any justice, but you'll get the idea. It's just spectactular!!!!
Wednesday, December 21, 2005
December 20, 2005
David asked me to marry him!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I cannot even believe it. I mean I can, but... how surreal. How wonderfully, magically surreal. I am SO excited! He SHOCKED me beyond belief. NEVER did I think this would happen this soon... anytime soon....
But oh my God... I am SO PROUD to be wearing his ring... and to be his wife! More details (and a photo of the rock...) to follow!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I cannot even believe it. I mean I can, but... how surreal. How wonderfully, magically surreal. I am SO excited! He SHOCKED me beyond belief. NEVER did I think this would happen this soon... anytime soon....
But oh my God... I am SO PROUD to be wearing his ring... and to be his wife! More details (and a photo of the rock...) to follow!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Monday, December 19, 2005
Thursday, December 15, 2005
Wednesday, December 14, 2005
The Most Magical Place On Earth
...and I'll be there in less than 48 hours!!!! I cannot wait! We fly out tomorrow night, weather permitting, at 7 pm.
I have nothing more to say other than, Thursday afternoon better hurry up and get here!!!!!
I have nothing more to say other than, Thursday afternoon better hurry up and get here!!!!!
Thursday, December 08, 2005
Armageddon cometh...
The forecast calls for 2-4 inches tonight, and then another 2-4 tomorrow early am...
so the entire world shuts down, because they are apparently COMPLETELY incapable of functioning. For the love of God people, we live in the freakin' Northeast!!! You should be used to this. Don't get me wrong, driving in snow can suck, big time. And you do have to be very careful and cautious. But don't rush to the grocery store and wipe out the shelves because you might run out of bread, milk, and Capn' Crunch. Give me a break. Life will go on, you most likely WILL have to work tomorrow because the roads will NOT be impassable... and if they are, well, I will stand corrected with absolutely no problem. But chill the F*** out and stop acting like you've never seen snow before
people!
Music, music, and more music!
I always vowed to myself that I had to see all of my favorite bands in concert at least once - of course, Bon Jovi being the major exception - and I do believe that soon I will be able to accomplish that feat, minus The Beatles who are only 2 out of 4 anymore... (although I did see Sir Paul this summer so I guess that's 2nd best to the Fab Four...)
I just got tickets to see Queen with Paul Rodgers next March!!! Sure, it won't be anything like the REAL Queen, if Freddie were with us, but regardless, it'll be pretty sweet to see Brian May and Roger Taylor live and in person. http://www.queenpluspaulrodgers.com/
In the last few years, I've been lucky enough to see (in no particular order):
Bon Jovi (x100...)
Prince
Madonna
Simon & Garfunkel
Billy Joel & Elton John
Sir Paul McCartney
Not a bad repertoire if I do say so myself.
I just got tickets to see Queen with Paul Rodgers next March!!! Sure, it won't be anything like the REAL Queen, if Freddie were with us, but regardless, it'll be pretty sweet to see Brian May and Roger Taylor live and in person. http://www.queenpluspaulrodgers.com/
In the last few years, I've been lucky enough to see (in no particular order):
Bon Jovi (x100...)
Prince
Madonna
Simon & Garfunkel
Billy Joel & Elton John
Sir Paul McCartney
Not a bad repertoire if I do say so myself.
Friday, December 02, 2005
JBJ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
show starts at 7:30 pm... see you at the Wachovia Ctr, Jon!!!!!! xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo
Thursday, December 01, 2005
January Freakin' 11th?!
I found out last night after watching the 8th episode of Lost this season, that there will not be another new episode for FORTY TWO DAYS! I'm beside myself with anger at the network... what the fuck are they thinking? Their ratings have already dropped this season, because it's been SOOOOOO slow. And now they're going to make their loyal fans wait 6 weeks to see a new installment? Give me a fucking break. "Holiday programming" my ass. I turned to CBS during a commercial break last night, and Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer was on. Those freaking psychotic toys singing about being misfits on the Island of Unwanted Toys and I was actually quite disturbed. For the first time last night, I saw the poorly concealed strings holding these freaky little puppets up.
Okay obviously I have some deep rooted issues if I'm getting mad about Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer.
Okay obviously I have some deep rooted issues if I'm getting mad about Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer.
Wednesday, November 30, 2005
Giving Thanks
So I experienced my very first dual-familyThanksgiving this year. Dave and I joined the Rolstons at 2 pm on Thursday afternoon for more tradionally English fare... complete with roasted parsnips and turnips... and then headed over to my mother's house at 6 for the usual green bean casserole, sweet potato delight, and turkey turkey turkey (with ham for the non-turkey eating members of the family).
It was great... spending Thanksgiving with two families. But stressful... And I realize that this may be a potential issue in years to come. I already told Dave that the years that my family heads to Albany (as long as that tradition is alive) I will require that we go there... but that off-years we can go to his Mom's. But I'm not sure we'll do both again...
It makes sense that we can do Christmas with his family, given that it's "their" main holiday and his mom tends to make a rather large to-do. But after I informed my Mom that I've been invited to Christmas lunch/dinner with Beth and Roy (the Rolstons' best friends, who, ironically, live less than five minutes away from the Kennedys, where we annually indulge in our own holiday feast), she seemed rather concerned. I think she expects that I'll be at the Kennedys regardless... and I'm not sure what we're going to do. I'd be ok with doing both, like this Thanksgiving, since we'll be right across the street essentially. Although this year it's a double whammy, because the first night of Hanukkah conveniently falls on Christmas night. So I will most definitely want to end up with my own family that night.
I fear this will be a ubiquitous dilemma... because I think my Mom wants me to always be with the McCords for holiday festivities, and I'm not sure that will always work out. As a result of Dave's and my family living in such close proximity to one another, it's convenient to try to spend a part of each holiday with both... but I'm not going to sacrifice what he wants/his family traditions just to satiate one half of our families. I want to compromise, and if that means alternating years, so be it. This is my first real holiday season with a significant other and I'm not sure everyone is taking it as seriously as he and I are... but we intend for this to be the first of MANY together! It will have to be a trial-and-error thing, I'm afraid. And as much as I do, of course, want to spend holidays with my own family, I consider Dave's family to be "mine" as well, and I would like to share many holidays with them if possible.
After (our 2nd) Thanksgiving dinner, my Mom and I went upstairs to discuss some things away from the guys... and she looked me straight in the eyes and said, "you guys seem like you're pretty serious now, is engagement in your future?" And I said, "yes, it definitely is, as soon as we're both stable and secure with money and work and stuff." And I felt very confident that she is ok with this whole idea... or she most likely would not have genuinely asked. And that makes me SO HAPPY, and very excited! I know my parents like him... he is charming, wonderful, and treats me like gold...
No matter what, I am definitely intending on accepting this man's marriage proposal... whether it happens in 6 months or six years! And knowing that my parents are aware of and "ok with" the idea of it is a huge relief. I did tell Dave, however, that when he is ready to ask me to marry him, he'd best ask my Dad's permission first... that is very important to me!!!
I still, however, get the feeling that some of my friends aren't convinced about "me and Dave." Which won't make a difference in the long run, but I want to know that my friends agree that the man I'm hoping to spend the rest of my life with is the right one. He may not be a conventionally picture-perfect boyfriend, but he completely gives me everything I want, and it comes right from his heart. And that is more important to me than anything. Unfortunately, I'm afraid some people think I deserve "more," and those people just need to spend some time around Dave and myself to realize that it IS right. I mean sure, we both have our shortcomings, and there will be kinks to work out forever, nothing will ever be perfect. But like I said, people's opinions of whether or not he's "right" for me will not affect my decision.
Especially for those who knew my last sorry excuse for a boyfriend... they should know how "right" this is compared to that, dear God. I look at it like this- before, I was driving an old, beat up jalopy that required more maintenance than it was worth.... and I've since upgraded to a brand new, beautiful Bentley! Which, don't get me wrong, still requires proper maintenance, but in the end, all the effort I put in is WELL worth it!
It was great... spending Thanksgiving with two families. But stressful... And I realize that this may be a potential issue in years to come. I already told Dave that the years that my family heads to Albany (as long as that tradition is alive) I will require that we go there... but that off-years we can go to his Mom's. But I'm not sure we'll do both again...
It makes sense that we can do Christmas with his family, given that it's "their" main holiday and his mom tends to make a rather large to-do. But after I informed my Mom that I've been invited to Christmas lunch/dinner with Beth and Roy (the Rolstons' best friends, who, ironically, live less than five minutes away from the Kennedys, where we annually indulge in our own holiday feast), she seemed rather concerned. I think she expects that I'll be at the Kennedys regardless... and I'm not sure what we're going to do. I'd be ok with doing both, like this Thanksgiving, since we'll be right across the street essentially. Although this year it's a double whammy, because the first night of Hanukkah conveniently falls on Christmas night. So I will most definitely want to end up with my own family that night.
I fear this will be a ubiquitous dilemma... because I think my Mom wants me to always be with the McCords for holiday festivities, and I'm not sure that will always work out. As a result of Dave's and my family living in such close proximity to one another, it's convenient to try to spend a part of each holiday with both... but I'm not going to sacrifice what he wants/his family traditions just to satiate one half of our families. I want to compromise, and if that means alternating years, so be it. This is my first real holiday season with a significant other and I'm not sure everyone is taking it as seriously as he and I are... but we intend for this to be the first of MANY together! It will have to be a trial-and-error thing, I'm afraid. And as much as I do, of course, want to spend holidays with my own family, I consider Dave's family to be "mine" as well, and I would like to share many holidays with them if possible.
After (our 2nd) Thanksgiving dinner, my Mom and I went upstairs to discuss some things away from the guys... and she looked me straight in the eyes and said, "you guys seem like you're pretty serious now, is engagement in your future?" And I said, "yes, it definitely is, as soon as we're both stable and secure with money and work and stuff." And I felt very confident that she is ok with this whole idea... or she most likely would not have genuinely asked. And that makes me SO HAPPY, and very excited! I know my parents like him... he is charming, wonderful, and treats me like gold...
No matter what, I am definitely intending on accepting this man's marriage proposal... whether it happens in 6 months or six years! And knowing that my parents are aware of and "ok with" the idea of it is a huge relief. I did tell Dave, however, that when he is ready to ask me to marry him, he'd best ask my Dad's permission first... that is very important to me!!!
I still, however, get the feeling that some of my friends aren't convinced about "me and Dave." Which won't make a difference in the long run, but I want to know that my friends agree that the man I'm hoping to spend the rest of my life with is the right one. He may not be a conventionally picture-perfect boyfriend, but he completely gives me everything I want, and it comes right from his heart. And that is more important to me than anything. Unfortunately, I'm afraid some people think I deserve "more," and those people just need to spend some time around Dave and myself to realize that it IS right. I mean sure, we both have our shortcomings, and there will be kinks to work out forever, nothing will ever be perfect. But like I said, people's opinions of whether or not he's "right" for me will not affect my decision.
Especially for those who knew my last sorry excuse for a boyfriend... they should know how "right" this is compared to that, dear God. I look at it like this- before, I was driving an old, beat up jalopy that required more maintenance than it was worth.... and I've since upgraded to a brand new, beautiful Bentley! Which, don't get me wrong, still requires proper maintenance, but in the end, all the effort I put in is WELL worth it!
Ing-vay?
So Dave and I went to see Yngwie Malmsteen last night at the TLA. It was rather interesting... I can say that was definitely my first, and most certainly my LAST heavy metal concert. He is ridiculously talented... I've never seen someone handle a guitar with such finesse. I would like to see Satriani or Vai if they come around again, but I think it would be a much different show.
But it was fun to go with Dave, especially the look on his face as Yngwie's fingers flew across the fretboard... plus we went and got cheesesteaks wit' after so that was great.
God I love that boy.
Disneyworld is less than 3 weeks away! YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
But it was fun to go with Dave, especially the look on his face as Yngwie's fingers flew across the fretboard... plus we went and got cheesesteaks wit' after so that was great.
God I love that boy.
Disneyworld is less than 3 weeks away! YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Wednesday, November 16, 2005
Lost
So I have absolutely positively no idea what direction my life is going right now. I feel useless... I can't find a good job... not one that allows me to be even the TINIEST bit creative. I wonder why I bothered going to college if my degree and my course of study got me nowhere. Shame on me for picking such a stupid, uncertain field. I mean, sure, I could move to Los Angeles and be someone's bitch and work my way up the un-corporate entertainment ladder.
But I don't want to. I'm content with my life in the suburbs, with my family and friends nearby, and with plans to soon move and have a home with Dave. I have given up my need to work in TV, but I still think that it shouldn't be this fucking hard for me to find a creative/communications-driven job. I keep finding these postings for jobs for which I would be PERFECT, but of course, I have no connections to connect me to them. Just the fleeting hope that someone will pick my online resume out from the hundreds of others that I'm sure have been submitted for that particular position.
There have GOT to be jobs out there that won't bore me to death, that will allow me to make enough money to get by and maybe then some...
My personal life is far more important to me than my career... which is why I've stuck it out at this shithole for so long. However, I would like to at least be challenged or at least motivated SOMEWHAT at work, and not dread waking up just to pick up the phone to talk to a bunch of idiots all day long who don't really give a shit what I'm selling them or talking about anyway...
UGH.
At least LOST is on tonight. It's the one night of the week anymore that I look forward to... and lately even THAT has been letting me down. C'mon assholes, it's the November Sweeps! Keep your fans engaged!!!!!!!!
But I don't want to. I'm content with my life in the suburbs, with my family and friends nearby, and with plans to soon move and have a home with Dave. I have given up my need to work in TV, but I still think that it shouldn't be this fucking hard for me to find a creative/communications-driven job. I keep finding these postings for jobs for which I would be PERFECT, but of course, I have no connections to connect me to them. Just the fleeting hope that someone will pick my online resume out from the hundreds of others that I'm sure have been submitted for that particular position.
There have GOT to be jobs out there that won't bore me to death, that will allow me to make enough money to get by and maybe then some...
My personal life is far more important to me than my career... which is why I've stuck it out at this shithole for so long. However, I would like to at least be challenged or at least motivated SOMEWHAT at work, and not dread waking up just to pick up the phone to talk to a bunch of idiots all day long who don't really give a shit what I'm selling them or talking about anyway...
UGH.
At least LOST is on tonight. It's the one night of the week anymore that I look forward to... and lately even THAT has been letting me down. C'mon assholes, it's the November Sweeps! Keep your fans engaged!!!!!!!!
Thursday, October 27, 2005
Bahama Mamas!
So Wilma decided to go easy on us, and we ended up with a most excellent vacation experience! We got down to Nassau on Saturday morning and were itching to get to our hotel... fearing that the bright sunshine and friendly blue skies were limited and the menacing storm clouds would soon roll in and unleash their fury on us...
But we were wrong. All day Saturday and Sunday we had fantastic weather... the water was calm and warm and the sun bestowed its strongest rays upon us. We each managed to walk away with a little sunburn too, which was all too welcomed!
The daunting music on the weather channel warning us of Wilma's approach kept us glued to the set... as we watched many towns in Southwestern Florida get ravaged...
luckily we didn't feel any direct effects but the whipping sand and howling winds were enough for us. It was a little harrowing, to say the least, but we made it home safely and soundly.
I was happy to come home, too... once I knew the vacation was over and we were departing for the airport, I got antsy because I couldn't wait to see Dave. I was proud of myself... I made it through the trip without missing him too terribly... although getting home to him was as good as anything!
But we were wrong. All day Saturday and Sunday we had fantastic weather... the water was calm and warm and the sun bestowed its strongest rays upon us. We each managed to walk away with a little sunburn too, which was all too welcomed!
The daunting music on the weather channel warning us of Wilma's approach kept us glued to the set... as we watched many towns in Southwestern Florida get ravaged...
luckily we didn't feel any direct effects but the whipping sand and howling winds were enough for us. It was a little harrowing, to say the least, but we made it home safely and soundly.
I was happy to come home, too... once I knew the vacation was over and we were departing for the airport, I got antsy because I couldn't wait to see Dave. I was proud of myself... I made it through the trip without missing him too terribly... although getting home to him was as good as anything!
Wednesday, October 19, 2005
You Have Got To Be Kidding Me...
Forecast for Nassau, Bahamas:
strong winds, thunderstorms, rain... Saturday Oct 22-Monday October 24. Of course. Its shaping up to be a nice week AFTER Tuesday, and of course, Mo and I fly out Tuesday at noon.
I cannot handle this again. I cannot fucking handle it.
strong winds, thunderstorms, rain... Saturday Oct 22-Monday October 24. Of course. Its shaping up to be a nice week AFTER Tuesday, and of course, Mo and I fly out Tuesday at noon.
I cannot handle this again. I cannot fucking handle it.
Tuesday, October 18, 2005
Big and Orange
Happy Halloween! (almost)
Here are some really great snapshots from this previous weekend's endeavors. What a beautiful October Saturday we had for our outing!!! Pumpkin and apple picking... I felt like I was a little kid again!!! An awesome weekend, to say the least! And our carvings were pretty damned impressive, in my humble opinion...
guess which one was mine?!
Monica's Madness
My lovely wonderful midwestern pal Monica, a.k.a. Mo to most, or UNCLE Mo to a select few, has come up with some rather entertaining quotes, which I would now like to attempt to reproduce. I realize they will not be as funny typed out here as they were when she first said them, but it doesn't matter. It makes me laugh just to think about it. And the first one sums it up entirely.
"I wish I was Whitesnake."
Yes, that is, as in Whitesnake the 80s hair band. Mo wishes she was Whitesnake. HAHAHAHAHAHA. Here you go again, girlfriend.
Another winner:
"That's ok... I've decided I'm a passenger on the psycho bus headed to psycho town anyways, so your distraction is a good thing!"
WHAT?! Ass.
The same night that we determined Mo was "Uncle Mo" and I was "Aunt Fatty" we were discussing the events of my upcoming weekend. And I said I was going to Brownies 23 East. And Mo goes, "you're going to Brownies? Is that where the meeting is or something?" thinking that Brownies 23 East was a location of a girl scout troop. I thought Jami and Jay and I were going to die laughing.
Poor Uncle Mo and her dusty rose (NOT pink) hoodie.
12-4-05: "My ass hurts. But it's the cheek, not the hole." (she says this to me as I'm SHITCANNED drunk walking to a party after a Bon Jovi concert... I fell to the pavement laughing uncontrollably. And to this day, she pulls it out when she wants to get a giggle out of me!)
12-15-05: "hahah so I was holding my coup of soup and my phone started buzzing and it scared me so I jumped and launched soup everywhere... haha there's a noodle in my hair!"
sometime in March, 2006: (me speaking to her) "Mo, you are the mortar between my bricks!"
There have been many others. And I fully intend to edit this blog entry whenever I remember another funny line, or she comes up with a new one. All in all, this girl is hysterical and I love her dearly, especially when I get to correct her shitty spelling! <3 vag
"I wish I was Whitesnake."
Yes, that is, as in Whitesnake the 80s hair band. Mo wishes she was Whitesnake. HAHAHAHAHAHA. Here you go again, girlfriend.
Another winner:
"That's ok... I've decided I'm a passenger on the psycho bus headed to psycho town anyways, so your distraction is a good thing!"
WHAT?! Ass.
The same night that we determined Mo was "Uncle Mo" and I was "Aunt Fatty" we were discussing the events of my upcoming weekend. And I said I was going to Brownies 23 East. And Mo goes, "you're going to Brownies? Is that where the meeting is or something?" thinking that Brownies 23 East was a location of a girl scout troop. I thought Jami and Jay and I were going to die laughing.
Poor Uncle Mo and her dusty rose (NOT pink) hoodie.
12-4-05: "My ass hurts. But it's the cheek, not the hole." (she says this to me as I'm SHITCANNED drunk walking to a party after a Bon Jovi concert... I fell to the pavement laughing uncontrollably. And to this day, she pulls it out when she wants to get a giggle out of me!)
12-15-05: "hahah so I was holding my coup of soup and my phone started buzzing and it scared me so I jumped and launched soup everywhere... haha there's a noodle in my hair!"
sometime in March, 2006: (me speaking to her) "Mo, you are the mortar between my bricks!"
There have been many others. And I fully intend to edit this blog entry whenever I remember another funny line, or she comes up with a new one. All in all, this girl is hysterical and I love her dearly, especially when I get to correct her shitty spelling! <3 vag
Tuesday, October 11, 2005
Better luck next year...
The Yankees suck.
That's all I have to say about that.
The weekend celebrations were good... Jami got to spend consecutive nights with her consecutive boys... and the dollar store raid was a success. Especially the pink, yellow, and blue visors. How chic. (picture to come later)
I was really angry at Dave this weekend. I understand his situation COMPLETELY... moreso than he realizes, but he has made some really foolish decisions (ebay, football betting, etc...) and I'm not sure what it's going to take for him to really wake up and realize that money doesn't grow on trees. But I told him I'd stick by him regardless... only after making him feel awful by bursting into tears, saying, "I don't understand why every boyfriend I have is plagued with problems involving money..."
I don't think he'll do this again. I think he's learned his lesson... at least I hope. Unfortunately there is a goddamned gambling ring taking place at his apartment right now... which is one of the major reasons that he's been staying with me so much. And for that, I am proud of him.
I want sushi.
That's all I have to say about that.
The weekend celebrations were good... Jami got to spend consecutive nights with her consecutive boys... and the dollar store raid was a success. Especially the pink, yellow, and blue visors. How chic. (picture to come later)
I was really angry at Dave this weekend. I understand his situation COMPLETELY... moreso than he realizes, but he has made some really foolish decisions (ebay, football betting, etc...) and I'm not sure what it's going to take for him to really wake up and realize that money doesn't grow on trees. But I told him I'd stick by him regardless... only after making him feel awful by bursting into tears, saying, "I don't understand why every boyfriend I have is plagued with problems involving money..."
I don't think he'll do this again. I think he's learned his lesson... at least I hope. Unfortunately there is a goddamned gambling ring taking place at his apartment right now... which is one of the major reasons that he's been staying with me so much. And for that, I am proud of him.
I want sushi.
Friday, October 07, 2005
Red Sox 2, White Sox 4, top of the 6th
So it's a rainy Friday October afternoon at Market Point... and, lo and behold... I'm bored! Ha!
I got my iPod fixed finally. After those jackasses at Apple who REFUSED to help me because my AppleCare Extended Warranty had expired the DAY BEFORE I called them were able to do nothing, I did some investigative work and managed to solve the problem. I rule!
Looking forward to a good weekend- Jami's birthday (multiple celebrations) , a rainy day to catch up on the mundane tasks of apartment life, and then hopefully a clearing on Sunday for some fall soccer. It's not lookin good though... and go freakin' figure, we have 13 people confirmed... first game all season we'll have subs and it's supposed to be a wash (pun intended).
Oh well. Such is life.
T-Minus 15 days and counting to Paradise Island! WOOHOO!!!!!
Tuesday, October 04, 2005
Friday, September 30, 2005
dot dot dot
I have just realized - I overuse the ellipsis (sp?) like no one's business. Perhaps I'll try to blog a bit without any .........................................................
fat chance.
fat chance.
Tuesday, September 27, 2005
Me and Mayor McCheese
I had to copy and paste this from a website I found. Thank you to the person from whom I ripped this off... I give you full credit. This one is for you, Jay! You lazy hooker!
ME AND MAYOR McCHEESE
La da da, la Mc Dah nah's La da da da da da Kroc La da da da la da da da got a Mayor McCheese (etc.)
Lord I called him my Whopper I called him Big Mac I said I called him Hamburglar but I took it back, c'mon Hey, no Grimace now Hey ya Mayor McCheese, yeah I'm a-lovin' lovin' lovin' lovin' lovin' lovin' lovin' it Weigh - too - much - Thanks to McD's...
ME AND MAYOR McCHEESE
Parody of Janis Joplin's "Me and Bobby McGee"
Lyrics by M. Spaff Sumsion
Back in line at Mickey D's ,Jonesin' for a shake And I's feelin' near as greasy as my fries
Pickin' up a double cheese For our double date Although I knew he'd go straight to my thighs
I grabbed condim-ents In them squarish plastic packets 'n we slipped off behind the drive-tha-roough Filled our orders - special ones Like hold the pickle, toast my buns We tried every treat on his men-u
Nugget's just another word For no meat left to use Nuggets - if ya got 'em honey, please show me I hope you got 'em Super Size 'cause that's the size I choose Ya know, Biggie Size ain't big enough for me Big enough for me and my Mayor McCheese
From the Kentucky chicken To the California rolls McCheesy shared his off-the-menu deals Through all kinds of munchies From when we smoked McBowls The mayor put the Happy in my Meals
One day at Super Wal-Mart, though He fled the Mickey D's He's lookin' for fresh meat and I hope he finds it But I miss them special sauces Come and slip me mo yo beef Honey, even if I catch mad cow disease
Freedom's just another word For blowin' off the French Freedom - that's the way the mayor kissed me And when I cried for freedom fries he knew just what I meant Some freedom bread, a freedom wine, and thee Wear that freedom tickler, Mayor McCheese
Back in line at Mickey D's ,Jonesin' for a shake And I's feelin' near as greasy as my fries
Pickin' up a double cheese For our double date Although I knew he'd go straight to my thighs
I grabbed condim-ents In them squarish plastic packets 'n we slipped off behind the drive-tha-roough Filled our orders - special ones Like hold the pickle, toast my buns We tried every treat on his men-u
Nugget's just another word For no meat left to use Nuggets - if ya got 'em honey, please show me I hope you got 'em Super Size 'cause that's the size I choose Ya know, Biggie Size ain't big enough for me Big enough for me and my Mayor McCheese
From the Kentucky chicken To the California rolls McCheesy shared his off-the-menu deals Through all kinds of munchies From when we smoked McBowls The mayor put the Happy in my Meals
One day at Super Wal-Mart, though He fled the Mickey D's He's lookin' for fresh meat and I hope he finds it But I miss them special sauces Come and slip me mo yo beef Honey, even if I catch mad cow disease
Freedom's just another word For blowin' off the French Freedom - that's the way the mayor kissed me And when I cried for freedom fries he knew just what I meant Some freedom bread, a freedom wine, and thee Wear that freedom tickler, Mayor McCheese
La da da, la Mc Dah nah's La da da da da da Kroc La da da da la da da da got a Mayor McCheese (etc.)
Lord I called him my Whopper I called him Big Mac I said I called him Hamburglar but I took it back, c'mon Hey, no Grimace now Hey ya Mayor McCheese, yeah I'm a-lovin' lovin' lovin' lovin' lovin' lovin' lovin' it Weigh - too - much - Thanks to McD's...
Thursday, September 22, 2005
Manilow said it best... Weekend in New England
I have to go to Massachusettes this weekend to help my dad bury his mother.
I really can't say that I feel all that badly about it. I'm more selfishly pissed that my stupid boyfriend isn't coming with me but I guess I'm going to have to get over that.
He has to go get his parents at the airport... which is fine and dandy, except he only conveniently remembered that this two days ago. Talk about a buzzkill. I was still flying high from Monday night's insanity.
But back to the issue at hand... so I'm going to Boston. I can't wait to go back! Although it sorta makes me sad... because at one time, I had ten zillion people to see in Boston. And now I can only think of 2 or 3 who will even return my phone calls... let alone make time to see me. I get to see my lovely Andrea this weekend which will be fantastic. We have been engaged in the most ridiculously stupid game of phone tag for months... gah! And I will hopefully see Beth Ann. That girl is one of the most loyal long-distance friends I've ever had. I'm putting in a few more phone calls to other Bostonians but most of them are selfish assholes who chose not to put forth effort upon our departure from BU and clearly don't give a shit about where I am anymore. But whatever, that's neither here nor there. What the fuck ever happened to Liz Spurrell? Liz if you're out there, would you please drop me a line? HELLO?
So it's time to put Grandma McCord in the ground. What a sad sad existance she led for the past seven years. My Dad is right, Alzheimers is the Devil. I guess that is why I'm really not so sad about her passing... because I feel as though I lost her a long time ago. But she lost me even before she was diagnosed. The woman clearly felt my education and my pursuits for success were a waste and had no trouble expressing that. But of course my brother could do no wrong. Oh God don't get me started.
I really can't say that I feel all that badly about it. I'm more selfishly pissed that my stupid boyfriend isn't coming with me but I guess I'm going to have to get over that.
He has to go get his parents at the airport... which is fine and dandy, except he only conveniently remembered that this two days ago. Talk about a buzzkill. I was still flying high from Monday night's insanity.
But back to the issue at hand... so I'm going to Boston. I can't wait to go back! Although it sorta makes me sad... because at one time, I had ten zillion people to see in Boston. And now I can only think of 2 or 3 who will even return my phone calls... let alone make time to see me. I get to see my lovely Andrea this weekend which will be fantastic. We have been engaged in the most ridiculously stupid game of phone tag for months... gah! And I will hopefully see Beth Ann. That girl is one of the most loyal long-distance friends I've ever had. I'm putting in a few more phone calls to other Bostonians but most of them are selfish assholes who chose not to put forth effort upon our departure from BU and clearly don't give a shit about where I am anymore. But whatever, that's neither here nor there. What the fuck ever happened to Liz Spurrell? Liz if you're out there, would you please drop me a line? HELLO?
So it's time to put Grandma McCord in the ground. What a sad sad existance she led for the past seven years. My Dad is right, Alzheimers is the Devil. I guess that is why I'm really not so sad about her passing... because I feel as though I lost her a long time ago. But she lost me even before she was diagnosed. The woman clearly felt my education and my pursuits for success were a waste and had no trouble expressing that. But of course my brother could do no wrong. Oh God don't get me started.
Tuesday, September 20, 2005
Have A Nice Day!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Holy fucking Bon Jovi, Batman!
I am still not able to convince myself that last night really happened.
How did I get so lucky? Kari May, you are my hero!
All I have to say is that his fucking teeth are so much whiter in person, his hair is so much more beautiful... OMG he is a goddamned Adonis. Okay so I'm totally overreacting... but anyone who knows me well (which is probably whoever is reading this blog...) knows that it's been my lifelong conquest to meet him. And who'd have thought that a roadie smoking a cigarette would tip me off to my destiny?
I can't wait to get home and listen to the new album today. Should be good... they previewed some songs last night. Somehow I'm not feeling fatigued, even though I was bouncing around the Staten Island Ferry at 3 am... hmmm go figure.
What a night.
I am still not able to convince myself that last night really happened.
How did I get so lucky? Kari May, you are my hero!
All I have to say is that his fucking teeth are so much whiter in person, his hair is so much more beautiful... OMG he is a goddamned Adonis. Okay so I'm totally overreacting... but anyone who knows me well (which is probably whoever is reading this blog...) knows that it's been my lifelong conquest to meet him. And who'd have thought that a roadie smoking a cigarette would tip me off to my destiny?
I can't wait to get home and listen to the new album today. Should be good... they previewed some songs last night. Somehow I'm not feeling fatigued, even though I was bouncing around the Staten Island Ferry at 3 am... hmmm go figure.
What a night.
Wednesday, September 14, 2005
To Jen:
Every single IM conversation between us is the same. I know you're sad, I know you're hurt. I wish I could help. But talking to him 100000 times a day and playing his game is not going to help. Texting one another five times a minute, going back and forth, I hate you, I love you... what does that accomplish? You jump like a bunny when the phone rings... God forbid you miss a call or txt from him... then what? You shady bitch, you dishonest selfish bitch... that's the shit he throws at you! You are none of the above, but you have taken to believing him when he slings that slanderous crap at you! That is not you, Jen! Stand the fuck up for yourself!
I think you like it. You like the attention. He rarely gives it to you otherwise, so his constant checking up, his constant attempts to control you, in a sick and twisted way, please you. I know you don't like the feeling sad part... but you're so used to being unhappy with him, I'm not sure you'd even know how to deal if things were good.
And this dude Nate, and Jimi that you keep talking about... why not give them a shot? You are a dreamer, and they seem to share the same dream, the same passion for the unknown, the same frivolous love of life and imagination and hopeless romance that you do. HE doesn't. He never will, and he will only pretend to until he knows he's got you under lock and key again.
He envies you, he despises your happiness and holds it against you by accusing you of being dishonest, shady, etc. And you sit there and take it! You don't defend yourself, you just relinquish your self-confidence and let him make you feel awful. Don't you get sick of that?
I feel guilty being happy lately when I talk to you. I feel like I should share in your despair. Because misery loves company. But I can't. And your indecision is tearing you apart... which it tends to do. Situations like these are not easy. But Christ Almighty, Jen... think for yourself for once. Think of your own happiness, needs, wants, desires, dreams... not of the fear of being alone and unloved and lonely forever. Because you will never be any of those things. You have an aura about you that is completely and totally irresistible. You will always find a way. I have faith in you in that, and I love you dearly but for the love of God Jen... take care of yourself for once and quit worrying about him.
Ok I'm done. If you ever read this, I want you to know I wrote this with the best of intentions. I love you so much and want to see you happy again. I want you to be Jen again, not George's Jen. I am so proud of you for what you've accomplished in your life, especially in the last year with the business and everything... I just see such great things for you and he is holding you back and that makes me sad. But it's like I've said a thousand times before and will say a thousand times again.... whatever you choose to do, I will support you. But for God sake... choose SOMETHING. xoxoxoxoxoxo
I think you like it. You like the attention. He rarely gives it to you otherwise, so his constant checking up, his constant attempts to control you, in a sick and twisted way, please you. I know you don't like the feeling sad part... but you're so used to being unhappy with him, I'm not sure you'd even know how to deal if things were good.
And this dude Nate, and Jimi that you keep talking about... why not give them a shot? You are a dreamer, and they seem to share the same dream, the same passion for the unknown, the same frivolous love of life and imagination and hopeless romance that you do. HE doesn't. He never will, and he will only pretend to until he knows he's got you under lock and key again.
He envies you, he despises your happiness and holds it against you by accusing you of being dishonest, shady, etc. And you sit there and take it! You don't defend yourself, you just relinquish your self-confidence and let him make you feel awful. Don't you get sick of that?
I feel guilty being happy lately when I talk to you. I feel like I should share in your despair. Because misery loves company. But I can't. And your indecision is tearing you apart... which it tends to do. Situations like these are not easy. But Christ Almighty, Jen... think for yourself for once. Think of your own happiness, needs, wants, desires, dreams... not of the fear of being alone and unloved and lonely forever. Because you will never be any of those things. You have an aura about you that is completely and totally irresistible. You will always find a way. I have faith in you in that, and I love you dearly but for the love of God Jen... take care of yourself for once and quit worrying about him.
Ok I'm done. If you ever read this, I want you to know I wrote this with the best of intentions. I love you so much and want to see you happy again. I want you to be Jen again, not George's Jen. I am so proud of you for what you've accomplished in your life, especially in the last year with the business and everything... I just see such great things for you and he is holding you back and that makes me sad. But it's like I've said a thousand times before and will say a thousand times again.... whatever you choose to do, I will support you. But for God sake... choose SOMETHING. xoxoxoxoxoxo
Monday, September 12, 2005
Shine On You Crazy Diamond
This is my Diamond in the rough. He is my bestest. My favorite.
For those of you who doubted it, well, kiss my ass, because I won! I triumphed! I got the trophy! I von dee wrace!
Which is not to say it came easy... he was a tough cookie. He spent the entire first 6 months of our acquaintanceship sleeping... chemically induced, I might add. But my perseverance and undying efforts finally won him over. That, and my cute ass. But regardless... I just have to take a moment to acknowledge and praise, not only myself for not giving up, but him, for finally coming through as the most wonderful amazing partner I could ever ask for. Who has more fun than we do?!
This is a guy who, when he first met me, accepted me for who I was from the start... all 35-additional pounds of me! He never cared about that... although I know he appreciates the effort I put in to improve said problem.
He is smart, he is funny and quick as hell. He is affectionate and loving and genuine and I think he is the bees knees. I think he and I are the luckiest sons of bitches in the world to have gotten caught up in eachother's insanity... we're both stuck there for the long haul. I love you Dave. :)
Friday, September 02, 2005
What's the Haps
Someone asked me recently if I was truly happy. Other than my job being the most painfully stupid and boring place on earth, I answered yes. Some of the things that make me happy are:
my family, my "real" friends, David, soccer, Appetites on Main, the Red Sox, Melbourne Strawberry Ale, my doggies , AOL IM at work when I'm bored (which is pretty much always), Super Mario Brothers, Yatzhee, getting on, my new car...
friends... ha now that's an interesting topic. I am Lindy, the people collector. Everywhere I go I see someone I know. I feel so popular... maybe covering up for my insecurity? I dunno. I like people. I am friendly. I like meeting new folks. But I'm realizing as I travel through life... my real friends are so few and far between anymore. At one point in my life I would have said I had a hundred friends. Now I'm down to about 1/5 that... sure I know lots and lots of people, but a friend is someone you can trust, rely on, count on. And even in that remaining 20... I doubt the integrity of some. But I've been good at weeding out the baddies and keeping the good ones around. I've traded my exentisve people collection for some real gems that I intend to keep forever! You know who you are...
Damn, my life ain't so bad. But it's amazing how your opinion of your life can change in such a short period of time. 18 months ago I was convinced that I would be lonely, miserable, unemployed, and fat forever. And all four of those factors have since changed! Let's just hope I'm not due for 18 mos. of happiness before I plunge into the depths of hell again.
It's time for the bbq. I'm gonna get me a burger.
my family, my "real" friends, David, soccer, Appetites on Main, the Red Sox, Melbourne Strawberry Ale, my doggies , AOL IM at work when I'm bored (which is pretty much always), Super Mario Brothers, Yatzhee, getting on, my new car...
friends... ha now that's an interesting topic. I am Lindy, the people collector. Everywhere I go I see someone I know. I feel so popular... maybe covering up for my insecurity? I dunno. I like people. I am friendly. I like meeting new folks. But I'm realizing as I travel through life... my real friends are so few and far between anymore. At one point in my life I would have said I had a hundred friends. Now I'm down to about 1/5 that... sure I know lots and lots of people, but a friend is someone you can trust, rely on, count on. And even in that remaining 20... I doubt the integrity of some. But I've been good at weeding out the baddies and keeping the good ones around. I've traded my exentisve people collection for some real gems that I intend to keep forever! You know who you are...
Damn, my life ain't so bad. But it's amazing how your opinion of your life can change in such a short period of time. 18 months ago I was convinced that I would be lonely, miserable, unemployed, and fat forever. And all four of those factors have since changed! Let's just hope I'm not due for 18 mos. of happiness before I plunge into the depths of hell again.
It's time for the bbq. I'm gonna get me a burger.
Thursday, August 25, 2005
I'll Give You Something to Blog About...
What is it with blogging? Are people that desperate for attention that they want everyone to know what's going on in their lives? Haha, well apparently I jumped onto the same bandwagon. Truthfully, my excuse is just that I like to write and this gives me a place to be creative in an otherwise defeatingly boring environment.
I remember keeping an electronic journal type thing when I was in college... just on my laptop, not for anyone to see. As I went back and read the entries from years ago, I realized, I wasn't really writing those for MYSELF, I was writing them as though other people were going to read them. So it's kind of like I was blogging before blogging became the "thing" to do.
Well here's my blog. I hope everyone that chooses to read it finds it stimulating, interesting, and entertaining. Either that, or it kills five minutes of down time while they, like me, are waiting for their phone to ring.
I remember keeping an electronic journal type thing when I was in college... just on my laptop, not for anyone to see. As I went back and read the entries from years ago, I realized, I wasn't really writing those for MYSELF, I was writing them as though other people were going to read them. So it's kind of like I was blogging before blogging became the "thing" to do.
Well here's my blog. I hope everyone that chooses to read it finds it stimulating, interesting, and entertaining. Either that, or it kills five minutes of down time while they, like me, are waiting for their phone to ring.
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