Category: memories
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Christmas Traditions: With Bells On
This is me, “forcing festive” on my way to work. Growing up, I would take the big gold bell ornaments and dangle them from my pigtails while I decorated the tree. Jingling all the way, I’m trying to put a brave face on for this holiday. This year, I’ll be home with bells on….if only…
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Christmas Traditions: Sing It Loud
My last Christmas gift this year arrived just in time. Yesterday was again marred by tragedy, and although we survived the apocalypse, sometimes losing a loved one can set your world on edge. In the big, swirling wonder of it all, the futility of life can come into question. Music has always been a great…
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2 Years
2 years ago today the world lost a beautiful, pure soul. Love often. Forgive often. Live each day as your last. Thanks for your legacy, pal. RIP
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Christmas Tradtitions: Feliz Navidad
My family can be described unfavourably as just a wee bit competitive. Take Christmas, for example. Because someone always tries. With the best gift, the most outrageous cookies, the most festive holiday sweater. And then, there’s the family-wide radio contest that has made me jump inside my skin whenever I hear Jose Feliciano’s “Feliz Navidad.”…
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Christmas Traditions: Cards on Yarn
Perhaps one of the strangest decorations I can remember hanging in my childhood home around Christmas time was a thick, twisted rope of red yarn. It hung in the kitchen against the wall like a clothesline, to string up Christmas cards from years and years ago, people whose names I didn’t recognize, but only the…
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Christmas Traditions: Fakin’ It
Christmas is kinda tough for me, y’all. More lately than ever, I find myself Charlie Brown-ing my way through the season aimlessly. The one upside of not going home to family for Christmas is knowing that I, unlike all you poor schlubs, don’t actually have to do any present shopping. Ha ha. But back to…
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Christmas Traditions: Pour Some Festive Sugar On Me
It wouldn’t be Christmas without Christmas cookies, now would it? This is my second post about Christmas cookies and regardless of the fact that I never find myself actually eating any (why is this?), the baking of Christmas cookies is always such an important part of having a real, family Christmas. Mom, remember the baklava? …
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Christmas Traditions: Doin’ It All Wrong Since…Ever
Unless you’re somehow stumbling upon this page just now for the very first time ever, you will not be surprised to hear that I am, and always have been, and oddball. A rebel. One who marches to the beat of my her own drum. And I always have been. Back when I was but a…
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30DHN: Three Wonderful Things That Happened This Month
I made a new friend! I got my tattoos done! And I had a family Thanksgiving!
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30DHN: Something That Means A Lot To Me
You know what? I’m just going to come out and say it. My iPhone means a lot to me.Yup, you heard me. I’m not going to apologize. In a very basic way, my iPhone keeps my life on track. HopStop app helps me find my way home when adventures get out of hand. The clock…
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30DHN: Myself, One Year Ago
What a glamorous face. One year ago, I: lived in Washington Heights couldn’t handle a little heat wore too many bracelets had awful bangs carried a gray purse was ashamed of how I looked had a lot more hair (for better or worse) worked at the toy store had too much time on my hands…
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30DHN: Three Years Ago Today
November 11, 2009 I wake up early in my house in Forest Hills, Queens. Turn on the TV to NY Nonstop to get the weather forecast for the day. Take a slow, leisurely bath in the bathroom with hideous peeling wallpaper and plastic shower curtains taped to the tile walls to prevent them from crumbling. …
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30DHN: A Place I’d Like to Travel
Fire up those blogging fingers, kiddos! Desiree at So Fawned has, for the past THREE YEARS (!), been hosting an awesome series for the month of November: 30 Days Hath November. Every day comes with a new writing prompt, and I just knew I had to tackle the challenge! The Prompt for Day One is:A…
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Halloween Hangover
My Halloween tradition is to work, go home, and eat Oreos while watching movies. With all the hurricane madness, I was scared that my dreams of being invited to an awesome party and dressing up for Halloween would be dashed. Just when all seemed lost (Halloween morning), my neighbor from the laundromat invited me (and…
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What A Difference Four Years Makes
It may have passed a bit unnoticed this year, but September 8th was the four-year anniversary of my move to New York City. Or, as I call it, my New Yorkiversary. I think New York and I deserve a formal anniversary. I think my love affair with New York City is real, lasting, legitimate. Relationships…
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The Dangers of Male Friends
Source: Uploaded by user via Abigail on Pinterest The [terrible] movie When Harry Met Sally opines that men and women can’t be friends, because “the sex thing” always gets in the way. Or something. I only watched it once, because I completely disagree. I have many male friends with whom the “sex thing” is never…
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…And All I Got Were These SICK Photos
So I went to Comic Con! It was a total fluke – my roommate wasn’t feeling well, my date cancelled on me, and she insisted I take her 3-day pass for the day until she felt better. I don’t know how I will ever repay her – it was a total blast! I’m definitely going…
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Past Life Regression: Musical Theatre Edition
Okay, I have to come clean. Yes, there is a new man in my life. Well, not so new. But he touches me like nobody else can, and has since I was 13 years old. This guy: Source: google.com via Rachael on Pinterest It’s Andrew Lloyd Webber, duh. Nothing like a sparkling ALW ballad to…
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Gee, Off-Icer Cup-Kie
On my 28th Birthday, I went to work, I washed a sink-full of dishes, I made a pasta salad. But two days before… This happened: I met my friend and we acquired a Crumbs cupcake, an Insomnia cookie, and Emack & Bolio’s ice cream. The cupcake was decapitated and hollowed out, and filled with ice…
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Vacation Recap: Grandma & Me
I was supposed to be born on my Grandma’s birthday. But I took a little bit longer than most to leave “home.” Story of my life. Grandma and I both tell the same stories over and over again. We both try to cheat at cards – only she gets away with it more than I…