Viva La Revolution!

I've always kind of loved Che Guevera.  I don't know a thing about him, but I love him nonetheless.  He reminds me of one of my college roommates, Marge.  Not that they look anything alike, but she loved him and was kind of a communist.  So now I love him.  I got to thinking about Che today because my brain was less than engaged in other pursuits.  If I wanted to start a revolution, what kind of revolution would I start and how?  "Well obviously, it'd have to be a political, take over the world kind of revolution" -  was my first thought.  I mean, let's be real, I have a lot of potential and I'm not going to waste it on silly little revolutions like recycling or saving the whales.  Go big or go home, that's my motto.  Then I got to thinking that I should probably have a starter revolution so that when I go for the big revolution, taking over the world, I'll have some experience.  So I've set my sights on Cuba.  I have a plan.  Now, I know in the past that us imperialist, capitalist pig Americans have tried to make Cuba our little playground and have failed.  However, I think that I will succeed because I have something the CIA never did: simple dreams and Sony.  My purpose behind igniting a revolution in Cuba is simply to get myself some beach front property and live out my days away from the cold dreariness of winter.  I have no delusions of grandeur.  Now to the details:

First, I'll ship in several thousand Sony Wiis, just enough to give the Cubanos a taste of life in the west.  The demand for Wiis will rise, but that's when I'll cut off the supply and move to phase II of the plan: starting rumors that if not for the Castros (Fidel and the other guy - who incidentally will never make it as a dictator because no one can remember his name and if no one remembers your name, please tell me how your name will ever incite fear just by being spoken?  Never gonna happen.) the whole island of Cuba would be rolling in Wiis.  Then I'll sit back and let good old capitalism run its course.  Before you know it, the Cubans will have a "democratically elected" leader (that I'll hand pick from the Marriott Corporation who will then put up amazing resorts all around Cuba) and I'll be sitting pretty, basking in the glow of my first successful revolution and sipping fruity poolside.

A girl can dream, can't she?  Stay tuned for my plans to end the Middle East conflict.

Thinking Warm Thoughts

It's been freezing in New York this week and I'm trying to think warm thoughts:  summer, 4th of July, fireflies, boat rides, sand, beaches, fairgrounds and food on a stick.  Sidebar - what's with summer county fairs and food on a stick?  My last visit to the Orange County fair brought me into contact with the typical corn dogs and hot dogs but then I came across the following foods served on a stick: cheesecake on a stick, pickles on a stick, fried cheese on a stick, fried fruit on a stick, waffles on a stick, fried candy bars on a stick, pizza on a stick etc.  It amazes me!  Anyway... back to warmth.  I miss living near the water.  I know that technically, I live near the water now, but it just isn't the same as living five miles from the Pacific Ocean.  I love when I'm home and I can just get in my car and five miles later I'm driving along Pacific Coast Highway, smelling the salt water and gazing at the enormity of the Ocean.  If I wanted to go see the Atlantic, I'd have to spend an hour on the N train down to Coney Island, walking across the street (dodging young hoodlums and trash) just to be able to dip my toes in the polluted and trash infested stretch of Atlantic that is Coney Island.  Sigh - just not the same.

*Malibu, pictured above (and me and Lane)

I just got back from a long weekend in a much warmer clime (where my hosts were wonderfully amusing, amazingly welcoming, and without a doubt the nicest people I know in Texas!) and I stepped off the plane to a delightful snow storm.  Oh well, at least it's 33 degrees here now, instead of the frigid 11 degrees it was on Friday when I left.  Here's to Belize and the beach in 25 days!

Once Upon A Time...

Totally posting two things in one day. It's a post-Christmas miracle! I've been cleaning up my room at my parents house and have been going through picture albums and thought I'd share my trip down memory lane.

Once Upon a Time... I was a floating baby.

Once Upon a Time... I stuck my finger up my nose in public.

Once Upon a Time... my dad rocked the Tom Selleck mustache.

Once Upon a Time... I flew through the air with the greatest of ease.

Once Upon a Time... my brothers and I joined the British Army.

Once Upon a Time... I looked cute in booty shorts.

Once Upon a Time... I had red hair and no front teeth.

Once Upon a Time... I was a princess who lived in a castle.

Ah, good times!

New Year's Resolutions

I fail to make resolutions every new year. It's probably the perfectionist in me - why set goals I know I'm going to fail to achieve? Tis far better to never set the goal in the first place than fail to achieve them, or so I say. While pondering my lack of goals in life (I mean, I graduated from law school, I passed the bar... where do I go from here?), I decided that this year, I would make new year's resolutions and gosh darn it - I was going to keep them. So without further ado, here are my resolutions for 2009:

1. Eat more vegetables. (I don't want to get scurvy.)
2. Take a yoga class. (I don't want to get fat.)
3. Keep a scripture journal. (I don't want to go to hell.)

That's it. Three simple resolutions. I'll pace myself, try not to put too much pressure on myself and check myself each month to see how I'm doing. I have a goal of posting more on the blog, but let's be honest, that might not happen. Help me keep my resolutions! I don't want to be a failure!