Called Out

Brit completely called me out.  She has publicly shamed me and I must respond.  I haven't posted anything on this blog for over a month.  Mea Culpa.  It's not that I haven't been doing anything, just that I've been lazy.  Brit was sweet enough to make me live up to my new year's resolutions and she tagged me on her blog.  (See grantandbrit.blogspot.com)  Brit has challened me to go to the sixth folder under "Pictures" on my computer and pick the sixth picture.  In response, I've posted the above picture - which is pretty darn awful.  It's in my photo folder entitled "Christmas 2005" and is my brother holding my nephew who is digging into a Christmas present.  However, I really feel like it doesn't do my cute nephew justice, so I decided to try the seventh picture in the seventh folder instead.   

So much cuter.  Those are my cute parents (my mother doesn't smile in pictures) and my cute nephews.  So now I'm tagging six people to go to either their sixth or seventh folder and pick either the sixth or seventh picture and post it on their blogs (I'm not a real stickler for rules here ... it's just the internet - brought to you by Al Gore).  These are the following people who I know read my blog so I'm picking you: The Goodsells, Christy S., Rustin R., Danielle C., Ashley P. and Justin W.

Thanks for the fun Brit - good times were had by all (mainly me), refreshments were served (lemon bars... yummy) and the glory of the internet was prospered.

Peace - oh, and in case anyone was wondering, Belize was awesome and as soon as I find the little cord thingey that transfers pictures from my camera to the computer, I'll post again!

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!

Pirate Love

On my way home the other night (from watching the most fabulous episode of Gossip Girl in which my true love for Chuck Bass was solidified) I encountered a plethora of ridiculously skinny people coming from the general direction of Lexington and 26th (my 'hood). They were all smoking, talking with heavily European accented voices and wearing the most outlandish and outrageous that fall lines have to offer. I was intrigued. And annoyed. The circumference of one girl's thigh was roughly about the same as my arm. Annoyed. Still, gotta love New York fashion week in all its glory. Including, Betsy Johnson's line for men (pictured above). Anyone who knows me knows how much I LOVE pirates. Love it. Love New York. Love Crazy Thin Models. Love Crazy Pirate Inspired Designers.

An Eventful Five Months!

It was dark outside tonight by 8pm and that makes me want to throw myself on the pavement, bang my fists on the ground and scream that summer come back RIGHT NOW! (I don't know what's with me and childish tantrums right now. Yesterday at work, I missed the elevator and instead of waiting patiently, my initial reaction was to pout and stomp my foot down. Yes, that's right... I'm regressing.) I must admit though, from time to time I went out and had some fun... I went to Santa Fe for work . . . and it was boring. The most exciting thing for me was getting to drive a car on the freeway. Gasp! I still know how to drive a car! (Yes, I took this picture while driving which is probably why it is a good thing that I no longer drive on a day to day basis... I also was told the other day by one of the partners I work with that he was shocked people didn't inherently know that texting and driving was bad. I didn't respond, just blushed and looked away sheepishly. Sometimes driving is boring! I think I'm beginning to get the idea that I'm a bad driver.)




I went to my family summer home in Rhode Island with my parents and brother....

Just Kidding.

I trolled the Hell's Kitchen flea markets for several weeks before I found the PERFECT mirror for my apartment... and the perfect sofa for a whorehouse.


I went to Atlantic City and partook of the offerings of the buffet at some casino, marveled at the lack of natural light in said casino and wondered at the mall on the pier complete with sand INSIDE the mall. Amazing! Oh, and apparently, I got fat in the last five months too.

I enjoyed the city for all its summer delights: eating Grimaldi's down on the pier, eating ice cream on the pier, hanging out in Central Park, seeing shows, walking across the Brooklyn Bridge (where I ran into, of all people, an old roommate from four years ago - small world!) etc.

I did get out of the City a couple times. I went to Utah for friend Karen's wedding and enjoyed the outdoors by hiking, playing tennis, taking walks, bbq-ing and off-roading. There's nothing more beautiful than seeing the sun rise over Strawberry Reservoir ... and then going to The Eating Establishment (even though Thomas looks like he has been dragged here against his will, he agrees - best food ever).

I got sworn into the New York State Bar Association, First Appellate Division (and still look fat... my photographer is sooooo fired).

I managed to take some horrendous one arm shots... I should fire myself from being the photographer...

I went to Chicago.

And fell in love...

Best summer ever! I wonder how much more fun I can cram into my summer in the next month before it's officially over (although, i swear I can feel the crispness of fall in the air tonight).

This post's for you Justin!