I've been out of the blogging scene for a bit... moving to Hawaii in a week. But I thought these were super cute. Girl moment boys.
http://www.parentdish.com/2009/09/16/the-marshmallow-test-cute-or-cruel/?icid=mainaimdl7link2http%3A%2F%2Fwww.parentdish.com%2F2009%2F09%2F16%2Fthe-marshmallow-test-cute-or-cruel%2F
http://wimp.com/inefficientdrinker/
Friday, September 18, 2009
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Side Ponies
I almost bought a pair of skinny jeans with zippers in the back last weekend. I already own a pair of high tops. So, if the eighties are officially back, can we bring the side pony back too? I rocked a side pony (with a braid to be specific) the entire fourth grade. I even refused to practice head balls in soccer because it would of messed up my hair, I was a premadonna way before my time.
Last night we had a BBQ at a friends house and I got some great shots of side ponies.
Last night we had a BBQ at a friends house and I got some great shots of side ponies.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Monday, August 31, 2009
My Milk Shake Brings All the Boys to the Yard
New years morning we went to breakfast at the diner Relish in Brooklyn. They filmed the video for Milkshake there and the location perfectly fits the lyrics. The interior, not so much. There was a white plastic Christmas Tree inside with orange decorations and a big purple star on top. The diner was jammed full of Williamsburgh hipsters and they played Wooden Ships by Crosby, Stills and Nash over the load speaker. My friend Laura from high school invited us there with her friend Carlos.
We spent the night prior out until the wee hours of the morning. After a breif visit to a house party, we went to Buddakan in Chelsea. I didn't realize until much later that this is the same restaurant that Carrie Bradshaw had her rehersal dinner at in the movie Sex and the City. The walls were lined with desperate housewives and there had to be more botox in the entrance way then there was in all of Vermont. We had a bottle of champagne left over from the party we had just came from so we went to the bar and asked for some champagne glasses while we tried to blend in as if we had purchased the bottle there (definitely one of the more classy moments in my life). After a very long night we headed back to Brooklyn and dropped Laura off at her house on the way. When she called in the morning letting us know she was coming to pick us up for breakfast with her friend Carlos I was surprised.
Carlos pulled up in a hatchback with California plates. He said he had just moved here a few weeks ago to start a graffiti store with some friends. I wondered how that worked seeing as graffiti is usually not only unwanted, but also unpaid for. I was too tired to ask. At breakfast I quickly learned that Laura had just met Carlos the night before and as he ate his super sized breakfast (with wheat toast, organic cheeses and free range eggs) as if he hadn't eaten in months I became more weary of him. After breakfast he brought us to the store he and his friend were opening. He had forgotten his keys so we wandered through a building, down a flight of stairs that reminded me more of the Saw III movie then any kind of apartment building and into a basement filled with artsy hipsters. Luckily they were all very nice. Soon after we entered they all got up to leave and forgot that we were there. Carlos walked upstairs with them and we were left stranded in this brooklyn basement. We laughed about how we could of not only stayed there all day and hung out, but also rob them of all thier things... yet none of them seemed to care. I remembered I had my left over sandwich in his car, so we walked upstairs to find them. By the time we got there Carlos was driving away with my sandwich and a car full of people. He stopped and told us he would be right back, and we said ok and as he drove away we walked to the subway headed home.
I was back in Brooklyn last weekend and as I stood in an organic cheese store I remembered that morning and I realized that although your milkshake can still bring the boys to the yard in much of NYC, you are increasingly more likely in Brooklyn to meet a boy and have him bring you to a yard and serve you a milkshake... in a recycled container with organic milk. I'm still pissed about losing my sandwich that morning by the way.
We spent the night prior out until the wee hours of the morning. After a breif visit to a house party, we went to Buddakan in Chelsea. I didn't realize until much later that this is the same restaurant that Carrie Bradshaw had her rehersal dinner at in the movie Sex and the City. The walls were lined with desperate housewives and there had to be more botox in the entrance way then there was in all of Vermont. We had a bottle of champagne left over from the party we had just came from so we went to the bar and asked for some champagne glasses while we tried to blend in as if we had purchased the bottle there (definitely one of the more classy moments in my life). After a very long night we headed back to Brooklyn and dropped Laura off at her house on the way. When she called in the morning letting us know she was coming to pick us up for breakfast with her friend Carlos I was surprised.
Carlos pulled up in a hatchback with California plates. He said he had just moved here a few weeks ago to start a graffiti store with some friends. I wondered how that worked seeing as graffiti is usually not only unwanted, but also unpaid for. I was too tired to ask. At breakfast I quickly learned that Laura had just met Carlos the night before and as he ate his super sized breakfast (with wheat toast, organic cheeses and free range eggs) as if he hadn't eaten in months I became more weary of him. After breakfast he brought us to the store he and his friend were opening. He had forgotten his keys so we wandered through a building, down a flight of stairs that reminded me more of the Saw III movie then any kind of apartment building and into a basement filled with artsy hipsters. Luckily they were all very nice. Soon after we entered they all got up to leave and forgot that we were there. Carlos walked upstairs with them and we were left stranded in this brooklyn basement. We laughed about how we could of not only stayed there all day and hung out, but also rob them of all thier things... yet none of them seemed to care. I remembered I had my left over sandwich in his car, so we walked upstairs to find them. By the time we got there Carlos was driving away with my sandwich and a car full of people. He stopped and told us he would be right back, and we said ok and as he drove away we walked to the subway headed home.
I was back in Brooklyn last weekend and as I stood in an organic cheese store I remembered that morning and I realized that although your milkshake can still bring the boys to the yard in much of NYC, you are increasingly more likely in Brooklyn to meet a boy and have him bring you to a yard and serve you a milkshake... in a recycled container with organic milk. I'm still pissed about losing my sandwich that morning by the way.
Monday, August 24, 2009
Friday, August 21, 2009
Nubble Point
Summers we used to drive to Maine to go to the ocean. Growing up in Upstate NY you are pretty land locked, so venturing out to Maine was really exciting for us. My dad always loved this one light house, Nubble Point. It's not far from the New Hampshire border and its really beautiful there.
I remember being really young and not realizing there was even a world outside of the neighborhood I lived in until I had to go to school. And then it only expanded a few blocks at a time. Needless to say, we didn't travel much. Once a year though, we made it out somewhere. If it wasn't to Maine, it was to Florida, Atlantic City or somewhere on the east coast. It always seemed that these vacations had some kind of family curse on them. When we went to Disney my brother got an allergic reaction to the sun block he used; and from then forward (forward meaning until we left for college) we were not allowed to use sunblock. His face swelled up like a balloon and he had to wear a daffy duck hat the whole time to cover himself. When we went to Myrtle Beach one year we got the flu and everyone in our hotel called us the Vomiting Vona's. One time we went to Old Orchard Beach and Hurricane Hugo decided to hit the day after we arrived. We had to evacuate to Portland where my cousins lived. I watched a tree sucked from the ground, roots and all that year. Later, when I was in college we went back to Maine, near Nubble Point and it rained every day for seven days. It was so bad the the one day it stopped raining everyone crammed onto the beach in their bathing suits as if it was 80 degrees and sunny. It was still 65 and drizzling.
We didn't take family trips to Europe or Mexico. And despite the fact that we seemed to have a curse on our vacations, we always laughed much more then we cried. We laughed about all of it. We laughted about the vomiting, the rain, and the way more then half of our family photo's involved my mom hiding behind my dad because the weather made her hair frizz or my brother and I frowning pointing out the cuts or bug bites we got. The one place that we never had any problems at was Nubble Point. Maybe that is why we hold it very close to our heart. We would go to the light house and climb on the rocks, take pictures, pick up seashells from the ocean and then gorge ourselves with the finest lobster around.
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