Some cute dude in the elevator just said to me, "nice bag, marc jacobs, right?" At first I thought we were going to get married (or at least make out), because you have to marry (or randomly make out with) any man that has an eye for handbags. Unless, of course, he is gay; in that case, you instantly become friends and he is destined to be your new gay boyfriend.
So, to determine his team preference, I coyly smiled, complimented his designer recognition skills, and then inquired about the nature of his acquisition of such rare skills...totally straight and, of course, his wife works for M.J. and "has a closet full of them". I'll bet she is super skinny and eats only chocolate all day, too.
Wednesday, April 20, 2005
Wednesday, April 13, 2005
hey ya'll - we gonna get it right herre...
...it's the reMIXX.
Today is my last day at my current job. I only have four hours until I blow this popsicle stand and head to happy hour for celebratory beverages. Some of my favorite co-workers took me out for lunch where I enjoyed a cocktail that has left me at my desk with a slight buzz...no surprise since it was Hennesey and Hyponotic. Chingy would be proud!
Today is my last day at my current job. I only have four hours until I blow this popsicle stand and head to happy hour for celebratory beverages. Some of my favorite co-workers took me out for lunch where I enjoyed a cocktail that has left me at my desk with a slight buzz...no surprise since it was Hennesey and Hyponotic. Chingy would be proud!
Tuesday, April 12, 2005
Sorry iTunes
OK – so I have to totally apologize to iTunes. After working my way through four iPods in two weeks, blaming iTunes 4.7.1 for the demise of each one, I came to a stark realization. When an Apple genius handed me my fourth device, which I’ve named Bessie (with the hope that she’ll survive like a good ole’ Bessie should), she reminded me to keep Bessie away from speakers, metal, and magnets because these things, especially metal and magnets, would erase the hard drive. “Uh, duh – of course, I would never so such a thing,” I replied, reaching for my handbag.
Visual Interlude
Please visit this site - http://www.neimanmarcus.com/store/catalog/prod.jhtml?itemId=prod17060082&parentId=cat5010737&masterId=cat5010735&index=8&cmCat=
Now, view photo of said handbag and notice the front pocket. This is where I keep my iPod. Yes, you are seeing correctly, right in the pocket with a large metal buckle and magnetic clasp.
Back to the story
Isn’t the bag beautiful? It was purchased about two days before Kid Sister kicked it. I'm so sorry iTunes. I take back all off the nasty things I've said about you over the last few weeks. And to Kid Sister and Leon - I'm humiliated and so very sorry to have put you in harm's way...
Visual Interlude
Please visit this site - http://www.neimanmarcus.com/store/catalog/prod.jhtml?itemId=prod17060082&parentId=cat5010737&masterId=cat5010735&index=8&cmCat=
Now, view photo of said handbag and notice the front pocket. This is where I keep my iPod. Yes, you are seeing correctly, right in the pocket with a large metal buckle and magnetic clasp.
Back to the story
Isn’t the bag beautiful? It was purchased about two days before Kid Sister kicked it. I'm so sorry iTunes. I take back all off the nasty things I've said about you over the last few weeks. And to Kid Sister and Leon - I'm humiliated and so very sorry to have put you in harm's way...
Friday, April 08, 2005
Hope
“An emotional tsunami is a devastating occurrence. It hits you out of nowhere, washing away your sense of balance, destroying everything it touches, taking with it everything you know to be true and good and honest. You crash with the wave, physically swept away only to return to land to face the challenge of cleaning up the wreckage and rebuilding.”
These words were written in my journal dated a year ago today, after what I hope will be the worst personal experience I encounter, when I felt like my entire life had fallen apart. It is ironic that today, a year after this was written; I feel that for the first time in my life, everything is finally coming together. I’ve realized who I am, I know where I’m going, and I’ve found hope.
These words were written in my journal dated a year ago today, after what I hope will be the worst personal experience I encounter, when I felt like my entire life had fallen apart. It is ironic that today, a year after this was written; I feel that for the first time in my life, everything is finally coming together. I’ve realized who I am, I know where I’m going, and I’ve found hope.
Tuesday, April 05, 2005
It's about time...
...that Carolina didn't choke at the big dance. I'm so excited I can't even sit still. Way to go boys! Sean May is without a doubt one of the greatest college bball players of all time. Today is a beautiful day.
iTunes 4.7.1 killed Kid Sister
I don't go anywhere without my iPod...hence why I named it "Kid sister," after the female version of "my buddy." For those of you that are old enough to remember the commercials - you understand..."wherever I go, she goes...kid sister and me." (Btw- I totally stole that from ALK b/c she calls her my buddy.) Anyway, understanding my attachment to Kid Sister, anyone can imagine how distressed I became when Kid Sister fell ill about a week ago. Here are the events that lead to her illness and unfortunate death:
1. I tried to buy beck's new album from itunes. In order to purchase, itunes made me upgrade to the new version.
2. In order to sync Kid Sister, to listen to new beck album, I had to download and run the new ipod software b/c it wasn't compatible with the new itunes.
3. Installing new ipod update took all day because it kept crapping out...then it crashed my machine. Unfortunately, Kid Sister was connected at time of crash with "do not disconnect" blinking at me. For future reference, when a machine crashes and restarts, the ipod thinks you have disobeyed it and it has been disconnected and…freaks out!
4. So, Kid Sister started doing crazy, crazy stuff and crashed, displaying the folder/triangle/exclamation point symbol which means - your ipod is jacked up.
5. I called the apple service number - but my 3 months phone service privilege has expired and in order to receive phone support, I have to pay $65. This is annoying and it seems a little ridiculous, almost as ridiculous as the $40 earphones I bought in December totally breaking two months later. (It isn't apple's fault that I had to buy them b/c my tiny ears are too small for the ones that came with the ipod, but COME ON $40 for earphones that die after a few months.)
6. Anyway, I was told by the “expensive phone consultant” that I need to go into the store and they can help me. So that afternoon, I head down to the Apple store only to find that you must make an appointment, which you can only do for the same day and all of the spots tend to fill up within an hour of the store opening…which meant I was going to have to get there early…
7. So, next day I show up at the store at 9:00 (it opens at 9:30) and am the 11th person in line to make an appointment. I put my name on the list and finally get to discuss my issue with a “genius” at the “genius bar” about an hour and a half later. After four and a half hours, the geniuses just decided to put Kid Sister to rest, give me a new ipod (now named Leon), and sent me on my way.
8. After about two hours, I’d gotten most of the songs back in place – EXCEPT the new Beck album. For some reason, it wouldn’t load. So, I reconnected to itunes to update Leon and guess what???? Exactly – return to number 2.
I spent most of the day yesterday trying everything I could think of to fix the problem and I think I’m almost there, but of course, itunes crapped out the last time I tried to update my songs…am going to figure this out…might need some help…am currently searching for someone who understands PCs, technology, itunes, and ipod and knows how desperate one feels after being alive for 4 entire days with no working ipod…am having trouble breathing.
1. I tried to buy beck's new album from itunes. In order to purchase, itunes made me upgrade to the new version.
2. In order to sync Kid Sister, to listen to new beck album, I had to download and run the new ipod software b/c it wasn't compatible with the new itunes.
3. Installing new ipod update took all day because it kept crapping out...then it crashed my machine. Unfortunately, Kid Sister was connected at time of crash with "do not disconnect" blinking at me. For future reference, when a machine crashes and restarts, the ipod thinks you have disobeyed it and it has been disconnected and…freaks out!
4. So, Kid Sister started doing crazy, crazy stuff and crashed, displaying the folder/triangle/exclamation point symbol which means - your ipod is jacked up.
5. I called the apple service number - but my 3 months phone service privilege has expired and in order to receive phone support, I have to pay $65. This is annoying and it seems a little ridiculous, almost as ridiculous as the $40 earphones I bought in December totally breaking two months later. (It isn't apple's fault that I had to buy them b/c my tiny ears are too small for the ones that came with the ipod, but COME ON $40 for earphones that die after a few months.)
6. Anyway, I was told by the “expensive phone consultant” that I need to go into the store and they can help me. So that afternoon, I head down to the Apple store only to find that you must make an appointment, which you can only do for the same day and all of the spots tend to fill up within an hour of the store opening…which meant I was going to have to get there early…
7. So, next day I show up at the store at 9:00 (it opens at 9:30) and am the 11th person in line to make an appointment. I put my name on the list and finally get to discuss my issue with a “genius” at the “genius bar” about an hour and a half later. After four and a half hours, the geniuses just decided to put Kid Sister to rest, give me a new ipod (now named Leon), and sent me on my way.
8. After about two hours, I’d gotten most of the songs back in place – EXCEPT the new Beck album. For some reason, it wouldn’t load. So, I reconnected to itunes to update Leon and guess what???? Exactly – return to number 2.
I spent most of the day yesterday trying everything I could think of to fix the problem and I think I’m almost there, but of course, itunes crapped out the last time I tried to update my songs…am going to figure this out…might need some help…am currently searching for someone who understands PCs, technology, itunes, and ipod and knows how desperate one feels after being alive for 4 entire days with no working ipod…am having trouble breathing.
Friday, February 18, 2005
"Oh, What a World"
"Why am I always on a plane or a fast train. Oh what a world my parents gave me. Always travelin' but not in love..."
Enough is enough. I'm done with the plane and the fast train. It might be enough for Rufus, but it ain't working or me. Why does everyone think that traveling for work is so freakin’ exciting? I live in New York City. Now, that’s exciting. But, I never get to enjoy living in the greatest city in the world because I am always spending quality time with Delta, Hilton, or Hertz. For instance, when I checked into my hotel last night, I had a hand-written note from the hotel manager thanking me for my dedication to the Hilton Family Hotels. The hand-written note brought tears to my eyes…not in a “oh, how sweet, I am touched” sort of way, but more in an “I want to be in my bed, in my house, in my city” sort of way. If I click my heels together, will it take me home? Where are the red-sequined shoes when you need them?
Enough is enough. I'm done with the plane and the fast train. It might be enough for Rufus, but it ain't working or me. Why does everyone think that traveling for work is so freakin’ exciting? I live in New York City. Now, that’s exciting. But, I never get to enjoy living in the greatest city in the world because I am always spending quality time with Delta, Hilton, or Hertz. For instance, when I checked into my hotel last night, I had a hand-written note from the hotel manager thanking me for my dedication to the Hilton Family Hotels. The hand-written note brought tears to my eyes…not in a “oh, how sweet, I am touched” sort of way, but more in an “I want to be in my bed, in my house, in my city” sort of way. If I click my heels together, will it take me home? Where are the red-sequined shoes when you need them?
Sunday, January 30, 2005
There are no cats in America and the streets are paved with cheese...
When I moved to New York, everybody warned me about the high cost of living and the cold, but nobody bothered to warn me about the rodent population. I’ve seen the rats in the subway and the mice in the streets, but I never thought I’d see a mouse in my house. But, yesterday I spotted Fred, my new four-legged roommate.
Since I’m the only one paying rent it this place, he has got to move out. I’m not so sure how to get him to leave. The polite thing would be to write him a note, but that doesn’t seem like the most realistic option. I’ve already tried talking to him and I thought we had an agreement that when I’m home, he’d stay under the fridge. But, this morning, Fred broke the rules and has been scampering back and forth between his home under the fridge and the bathroom. Since I can’t possibly wear my snow boots around the apartment all day, and I am certain that at some point this afternoon, I’m going to have to use the restroom, Fred must go before he sends an evite to his friends for a party under the fridge in 3B.
I just took a trip to Kmart to see about getting rid of the little critter. I couldn’t bring myself to buy the poison. First, I didn’t want everyone at Kmart to know I was plotting a murder. Second, I can’t fathom the thought of Fred dying in my house and then having to get rid of him myself. Therefore, I ended up buying these ultrasonic pest control devices that you plug into the wall that creates a noise so intense that it basically gives mice a nervous breakdown causing them to flee the premises. I am now convinced that these devices rank up there with the iPod as one of the greatest inventions of all time.
Within seconds after plugging the devices into the wall, Fred made his escape from under the fridge to the bathroom where I’ve now discovered I have a small hole in the wall behind the toilet. A happy ending for all – Fred lives and I can finally take my snow boots off.
Since I’m the only one paying rent it this place, he has got to move out. I’m not so sure how to get him to leave. The polite thing would be to write him a note, but that doesn’t seem like the most realistic option. I’ve already tried talking to him and I thought we had an agreement that when I’m home, he’d stay under the fridge. But, this morning, Fred broke the rules and has been scampering back and forth between his home under the fridge and the bathroom. Since I can’t possibly wear my snow boots around the apartment all day, and I am certain that at some point this afternoon, I’m going to have to use the restroom, Fred must go before he sends an evite to his friends for a party under the fridge in 3B.
I just took a trip to Kmart to see about getting rid of the little critter. I couldn’t bring myself to buy the poison. First, I didn’t want everyone at Kmart to know I was plotting a murder. Second, I can’t fathom the thought of Fred dying in my house and then having to get rid of him myself. Therefore, I ended up buying these ultrasonic pest control devices that you plug into the wall that creates a noise so intense that it basically gives mice a nervous breakdown causing them to flee the premises. I am now convinced that these devices rank up there with the iPod as one of the greatest inventions of all time.
Within seconds after plugging the devices into the wall, Fred made his escape from under the fridge to the bathroom where I’ve now discovered I have a small hole in the wall behind the toilet. A happy ending for all – Fred lives and I can finally take my snow boots off.
Sunday, January 23, 2005
Sad day for the weez
Today is the truly the first sad day of 2005; First, a day-long ski trip to one of the greatest places in north America isn’t going to happen. I’ve been waiting for this trip for months, more for the scenery than the skiing. Sure, I’ve been longing for the slopes, but it’s slopes atop the mountain at Squaw Valley that I will miss the most. I yearn to be at the top of the mountain, overlooking Lake Tahoe. Every time I’m there I feel a sense of renewal and this year I need that renewal more than ever.
So, while I’ve been waiting for months to be at the top of that mountain, I’ve been waiting for 15 years for my Steelers to make it to the big game. But, it looks like that ain’t happening either. When I boarded the plane, it was looking bad…down by three touchdowns. I’m actually glad to be flying for the rest of the game because it is a personal rule of mine that I don’t cry in public.
PS - To the ding-dong sitting next to me while we were waiting in the terminal…you are exactly the kind of dude I try to avoid. It doesn’t help that you grew up in Gainesville (an admitted “die hard gator fan”), went to Duke (a shortcoming that needs no explanation), and were pulling for the Pats (not because you cared about the team, but because you feel that “nothing good has ever come out of Pittsburgh”). Those things simply make you annoying. What makes you intolerable is the way you were trashing people sitting nearby to a complete stranger and if I could hear you, there is a good chance that they could hear you. I’m sorry that someone in your past didn’t accept you. Please seek therapy to overcome your insecurities and find a real team to pull for.
So, while I’ve been waiting for months to be at the top of that mountain, I’ve been waiting for 15 years for my Steelers to make it to the big game. But, it looks like that ain’t happening either. When I boarded the plane, it was looking bad…down by three touchdowns. I’m actually glad to be flying for the rest of the game because it is a personal rule of mine that I don’t cry in public.
PS - To the ding-dong sitting next to me while we were waiting in the terminal…you are exactly the kind of dude I try to avoid. It doesn’t help that you grew up in Gainesville (an admitted “die hard gator fan”), went to Duke (a shortcoming that needs no explanation), and were pulling for the Pats (not because you cared about the team, but because you feel that “nothing good has ever come out of Pittsburgh”). Those things simply make you annoying. What makes you intolerable is the way you were trashing people sitting nearby to a complete stranger and if I could hear you, there is a good chance that they could hear you. I’m sorry that someone in your past didn’t accept you. Please seek therapy to overcome your insecurities and find a real team to pull for.
Friday, January 21, 2005
Freedom for all
"The best hope for peace in our world is the expansion of freedom in all the world." - President Bush
Does this mean that there is more than one world? If so, does anyone have a brochure? I'm thinking of moving or at least visiting...time to update my passport. Our president is so smart. He is always teaching me new things. He has opened my eyes to the existence of multiple Internets, an entirely new vocabulary, and now this. Thank you, Dubya!
Does this mean that there is more than one world? If so, does anyone have a brochure? I'm thinking of moving or at least visiting...time to update my passport. Our president is so smart. He is always teaching me new things. He has opened my eyes to the existence of multiple Internets, an entirely new vocabulary, and now this. Thank you, Dubya!
Thursday, January 20, 2005
Getting Old Sucks
I am still amazed that the older you get, the longer your hangovers last. Right now, i feel like someone ran over me 17 times with a truck before beating me over the head with a steel rod...this pain, by the way, is the aftermath from a night of drinking that occured two days ago. Granted nothing less should be expected when you kick off a tuesday night off with a martini, followed by 111 glasses of wine, with a mojito as dessert. But come on, this is too much. Isn't it punishment enough that after leaving the bar, i couldn't find a cab and had to walk 30 blocks home in nine degree weather? (p.s. - the bar was actually 10 blocks away from my apartment...i walked 10 blocks in the wrong direction before realizing it...i am an idiot - i know.) I'll do anything to feel better - even thought of never drinking again, but that is not an option...am heading straight from work to a date with the hair of the dog.
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