A sense of accomplishment, a weight being lifted off shoulders, relief, elation, thanking God it is over. These are some things that people feel after turning in or finishing a report. I’m feeling it right about now. Yesterday I turned in my first paper of the semester… only about a million more to go. So this feeling won’t last long. I am already mentally preparing myself for readings for my next class and the paper I have to do next. So since this feeling won’t last long – I have to take advantage of it while I have it!! So I cleaned the kitchen, finished ALL the laundry, picked up the rest of the house and now I am writing about all my accomplishments, because I feel awesome! I am like superwoman without the invisible plane! And all the cool powers… but that is another discussion.
What is that?? Did you ask what my first paper was about?? Oh!, my apologies. My first paper was about my museum – Miami Classical Museum. The building itself, the space allocation, mission statement, what type of museum (and this is NOT your grandparents’ old stuffy boring museum either!). It is interactive with all five senses of the human body, shows the influences of ancient cultures in today’s world, it is environmentally sound… the list goes on and on! I also drew a floor plan. I LOVE MY MUSEUM!!!! My next paper for that class is the staff structure and job descriptions. By the end of the semester I will have done 6 (or so) more papers about all the aspects of this museum and then a final paper expanding on one of the topics. I am REALLY enjoying the class WAY more than the other two classes.
Okay, that last sentence may mislead you a bit. I am actually taking another “class,” which is more like training. Do you remember what I am training for?? Good little follower… that’s right! Vizcaya. *sigh* just thinking the name gives me museum bumps… (They are a good thing). So the class I did the paper for and the Vizcaya class are pretty much neck and neck when it comes to my favorite class. I had my first class this past Saturday and it was awesome! They explained all the inside workings of the museum, it was really interesting! They also gave us this huge binder with two Vizcaya books - I am in heaven!!! Except they gave us homework… *sigh* (that was a bad sigh) which means I have one more class to worry about! But it’s okay! Vizcaya is my 4th favorite topic!! So it is safe (as it ever will be) to say that I am pretty damned happy right now and feeling a bit of bliss and elation. I just hope it lasts long enough for me to think about vacuuming… Yup it did last long enough for me to think about it… now DOING it will be a different post ALTOGETHER!
NOTE: I will again mention: If anyone with a lot of money wants to build an new type of classical museum... STRIKE NOW WHILE THE IRON IS HOT!! I have ideas and I will soon have everything on paper ready to go!! I am still the woman with the master plan and I will rock the industry on it's heels!
27 January 2010
21 January 2010
Passing the Time
Everyone does it differently... Some read, some draw, some play computer games, some take walks, and others write blogs. Why do people chose one activity over another is like trying to figure out how the inverse tangent approaching an asymptote relates to a Van Gogh painting (Pac* - it is impossible, so don't try and figure it out or your brain will start to leak out of your ears). I, at one point or another, have done all of the above activities in order to have time fly by a little faster… well, maybe not so much the walking one. Like right now, I am waiting for the fiancée (from now on he will be known as FI) to fly back to S. FL. He was gone only a night but it seems longer than that. I was originally going to meet him at the airport inside the terminal (I do not pick him up with the car at the curb – yet, let us be married for a little while for that to start) but his flight has been delayed for 3+ hours!!!! So I am here at home (where I am sure he wishes he was) bored…. I started to read an article for a class so I can write a little paper on it, but I felt my eyeballs melting so I decided to stop. I then proceeded to check my emails (all 5 accounts – yikes), play on facebook, text my friends, call my family and eat (don’t worry nothing that will ruin my wonderful figure, just some pecan halves). Then I decided I would write in my blog.
“I am soooooooooo bored.” I figured that wouldn’t be enough for a blog entry. So I decided to write about procrastination (my third favorite topic – I am #1, FI is #2 – haven’t you been paying attention?!) but I am basically putting of writing about it… I am kinda sleepy anyways…. Maybe I will take a nap and finish this post later….
PS. If you want to know what an inverse tangent approaching an asymptote is check out Chuck Lorre’s Vanity Card #237 (it displayed after a Big Bang Theory episode) and then have my fiancée explain it to you… that’s what I did. :D
PPS. The article I am reading is actually the first chapter of a book entitled The Birth of the Museum: History, Theory, Politics, by Tony Bennett (no not the singer). In case you want to see what melting eyeballs feels like. (That was a very odd sentence if you think about it...)
“I am soooooooooo bored.” I figured that wouldn’t be enough for a blog entry. So I decided to write about procrastination (my third favorite topic – I am #1, FI is #2 – haven’t you been paying attention?!) but I am basically putting of writing about it… I am kinda sleepy anyways…. Maybe I will take a nap and finish this post later….
PS. If you want to know what an inverse tangent approaching an asymptote is check out Chuck Lorre’s Vanity Card #237 (it displayed after a Big Bang Theory episode) and then have my fiancée explain it to you… that’s what I did. :D
PPS. The article I am reading is actually the first chapter of a book entitled The Birth of the Museum: History, Theory, Politics, by Tony Bennett (no not the singer). In case you want to see what melting eyeballs feels like. (That was a very odd sentence if you think about it...)
19 January 2010
The Past is gone
But the humor isn't!!!
Funny how that works out, huh? When something is over not everything disappears - just the setting, or just the objects in the setting (and yes! I called people objects!), or everything but yourself disappears. Sometimes you disappear and nothing else does. Odd isn't it? Ok, that’s the end of that slightly depressing subject… onto something much more entertaining:
Me…
(I said entertaining, not funny – now stop giggling) I have class tonight, so this won’t be long.
As I have grown older (I’m not that old!) I have realized fewer and fewer people matter to me. Besides family (whom I will always cherish) I only have a core group of friends that I see or talk to on a regular basis. These people must be blind, slow, or just EXTREMELY forgiving (I am REALLY hoping for forgiving). My “regular basis” has turned into a once a month (if you are lucky) text or phone call or email. Usually it is a text message… it is easiest for me (and that’s who matters right?). If you get multiple communications from me within the month (and not in just one texted conversation) you should feel VERY happy about yourself. I REALLY am trying to be a good person, it’s just so hard. Let me tell you: it is so much easier to be a horrible hermit-like person who connects with people via the internet on some blog… hmmm. But let me ask: when was the last time you called/texted/emailed me?!?! HUH! Exactly! Now who is the horrible person????
Funny how that works out, huh? When something is over not everything disappears - just the setting, or just the objects in the setting (and yes! I called people objects!), or everything but yourself disappears. Sometimes you disappear and nothing else does. Odd isn't it? Ok, that’s the end of that slightly depressing subject… onto something much more entertaining:
Me…
(I said entertaining, not funny – now stop giggling) I have class tonight, so this won’t be long.
As I have grown older (I’m not that old!) I have realized fewer and fewer people matter to me. Besides family (whom I will always cherish) I only have a core group of friends that I see or talk to on a regular basis. These people must be blind, slow, or just EXTREMELY forgiving (I am REALLY hoping for forgiving). My “regular basis” has turned into a once a month (if you are lucky) text or phone call or email. Usually it is a text message… it is easiest for me (and that’s who matters right?). If you get multiple communications from me within the month (and not in just one texted conversation) you should feel VERY happy about yourself. I REALLY am trying to be a good person, it’s just so hard. Let me tell you: it is so much easier to be a horrible hermit-like person who connects with people via the internet on some blog… hmmm. But let me ask: when was the last time you called/texted/emailed me?!?! HUH! Exactly! Now who is the horrible person????
2008-10-24 - Superlatives
Friday, October 24, 2008
Superlatives
Current mood: uncomfortable
Category: Blogging
In 8th grade, you know how they vote for superlatives? (look it up in the dictionary Pac*) I was voted "Most Witty," or "Wittiest" if you prefer. Can you believe it? I sure as hell cannot. "Most Witty" is a very serious charge to be accused of - if a stranger heard that I was "Most Witty" they would automatically visualize that a person talking to me would have issues in trying not to pee on themselves; or a person reading a story/blog of mine would be laughing out loud with tears streaming down their face. However, we all know this is not true (especially me - I WISH it was, it would give me entertainment right back). If you do not, you do not know me very well. In person I actually seem like an airhead… I am easily distracted when I tell a story, my mother hates it when I try to tell her how my day was! I constantly digress and go off on random tangents that have NOTHING to do with the story at hand. I easily forget what I was saying so I often repeat myself. In short, I seem like I should ride a short bus, or lick windows while wearing a helmet.
Now, with that said, I think I am to SOME degree humorous TO OTHERS. One might even crack a smile when I say or write something. Mostly when I write something… However, "Most Witty" I think not. I, personally, think I AM THE funniest person alive (except Pachi, and you are welcome for the compliment you dork). When I tell/write down stories/blogs I DO laugh out loud. I constantly think and tell my folks that they should get a MyS* page just to subscribe to my blog because IT JUST IS THAT FUNNY. Now, I know that all of you out there do not think so (except one of you and you know who you are - so you are exempt from this semi-blistering, rather cool, very little sting set-down) only one person has subscribed! But now I have a question: Since September 23 - ONE MONTH AGO - I have had 147 views to my blog. Who are you people?
Is TV that boring this season that you have nothing else to do? Is the economy that bad that you do not want to go out and pay to see a movie, let alone buy the gas to get you there?? Therefore, the only thing you have available to you is to read my blog?? Read Sweet Melissa's - hers are funny and usually relatable. Mine are selfish pieces of verbal vomit. Are they not? I have my parents read my blog before I post them to see if they are OK, every once in a while I will see a smile crack through (you know, the usual). Usually when I read my own blogs I am laughing so hard I have tears streaming down my face… Wait a minute… Maybe I was not being complimented back in the 8th grade… maybe I was being mocked? Middle school kids ARE rather mean. Oh jeez… Um… Please disregard and forget this blog. I believe it has lost its relevance.
2008 Note: I probably won't write anymore blogs… I don't know what's wrong with me. THIS entry was the ONLY one my dad laughed out loud to… and it was only when he read the licking-windows-wearing-helmet part… sigh.
2008 Comment to this post by a good friend:
Ok I have several points to make here so let me gather my notes, give me a second.....
Alright, I'm back.
Point 1: Don't stop writing blogs, it's a great outlet for personal expression. I like writing blogs myself on occasion, and I personally enjoy your recent blog activity. They're very well written and insightful. And for the record, I did laugh out loud! You know!
Point 2: You're funny as hell. Wit and humor go hand in hand. F what anyone else thinks, everyone has their own level of sense of humor. So if they don't laugh, it doesn't necessarily mean it's not funny. Like in movies for example, some people laugh at slap-stick type of comedies, while others enjoy a well written comedy that requires some thought . In laymen's terms, some people laugh at stupid stuff and others require more than that to have a good laugh is all I'm saying.
Point 3: The definition of witty is as follows; Possessing a strong intellect or intellectual capacity; Clever; amusingly ingenious; Full of wit; quick of mind; insightful; in possession of wits. I, for one, think that suits you pretty well. Particularly when reading your blogs. But to leave it at just 'most witty' as a sole defining term for you, eh, it doesn't really do you justice. You also should keep in mind that seeing as how 8th graders presumptively don't really know a god damn thing about wit at their age, I think said election might not have been as accurate as we had all hoped.
Point 4: 147 blog views in the past month isn't really that big of a deal considering the fact that millions upon millions of 'mys*s' are out there and your profile/blog is set to private, so, you do the math. However, since I'm a huge nerd I did the math for you and it turns out that according to how many friends you have, that would mean that each one only looked at it once or twice.
[I feel special now! thanks!]
With that being said, trust me, your blogs are not verbal vomit. Although for editing purposes, I think the correct term is verbal diarrhea lol. But yeah hon, I say keep 'em comin'. It's actually refreshing to read a real, honest, entertaining blog about someone. As opposed to the myriad of facade-donning, herd-following idiots that take up precious space on mys*'s servers with their meaningless crap.
So whilst you think of what to write about in your next entry, I'll put on my helmet, join you on the short bus, and we'll lick us some windows! :)
2010 Note: Obviously I cannot help myself. I REALLY love my blogs... all 12 of them (yeah I know I am missing some - I chose NOT to post them). I also kinda miss writing to no one and everyone. The internet is such a huge place and everyone is so small compared to it. I just hope that between school, wedding planning, my volunteer gig and being a fiancee I can do this without too much drama. Ugh.... I HATE drama.
Superlatives
Current mood: uncomfortable
Category: Blogging
In 8th grade, you know how they vote for superlatives? (look it up in the dictionary Pac*) I was voted "Most Witty," or "Wittiest" if you prefer. Can you believe it? I sure as hell cannot. "Most Witty" is a very serious charge to be accused of - if a stranger heard that I was "Most Witty" they would automatically visualize that a person talking to me would have issues in trying not to pee on themselves; or a person reading a story/blog of mine would be laughing out loud with tears streaming down their face. However, we all know this is not true (especially me - I WISH it was, it would give me entertainment right back). If you do not, you do not know me very well. In person I actually seem like an airhead… I am easily distracted when I tell a story, my mother hates it when I try to tell her how my day was! I constantly digress and go off on random tangents that have NOTHING to do with the story at hand. I easily forget what I was saying so I often repeat myself. In short, I seem like I should ride a short bus, or lick windows while wearing a helmet.
Now, with that said, I think I am to SOME degree humorous TO OTHERS. One might even crack a smile when I say or write something. Mostly when I write something… However, "Most Witty" I think not. I, personally, think I AM THE funniest person alive (except Pachi, and you are welcome for the compliment you dork). When I tell/write down stories/blogs I DO laugh out loud. I constantly think and tell my folks that they should get a MyS* page just to subscribe to my blog because IT JUST IS THAT FUNNY. Now, I know that all of you out there do not think so (except one of you and you know who you are - so you are exempt from this semi-blistering, rather cool, very little sting set-down) only one person has subscribed! But now I have a question: Since September 23 - ONE MONTH AGO - I have had 147 views to my blog. Who are you people?
Is TV that boring this season that you have nothing else to do? Is the economy that bad that you do not want to go out and pay to see a movie, let alone buy the gas to get you there?? Therefore, the only thing you have available to you is to read my blog?? Read Sweet Melissa's - hers are funny and usually relatable. Mine are selfish pieces of verbal vomit. Are they not? I have my parents read my blog before I post them to see if they are OK, every once in a while I will see a smile crack through (you know, the usual). Usually when I read my own blogs I am laughing so hard I have tears streaming down my face… Wait a minute… Maybe I was not being complimented back in the 8th grade… maybe I was being mocked? Middle school kids ARE rather mean. Oh jeez… Um… Please disregard and forget this blog. I believe it has lost its relevance.
2008 Note: I probably won't write anymore blogs… I don't know what's wrong with me. THIS entry was the ONLY one my dad laughed out loud to… and it was only when he read the licking-windows-wearing-helmet part… sigh.
2008 Comment to this post by a good friend:
Ok I have several points to make here so let me gather my notes, give me a second.....
Alright, I'm back.
Point 1: Don't stop writing blogs, it's a great outlet for personal expression. I like writing blogs myself on occasion, and I personally enjoy your recent blog activity. They're very well written and insightful. And for the record, I did laugh out loud! You know!
Point 2: You're funny as hell. Wit and humor go hand in hand. F what anyone else thinks, everyone has their own level of sense of humor. So if they don't laugh, it doesn't necessarily mean it's not funny. Like in movies for example, some people laugh at slap-stick type of comedies, while others enjoy a well written comedy that requires some thought . In laymen's terms, some people laugh at stupid stuff and others require more than that to have a good laugh is all I'm saying.
Point 3: The definition of witty is as follows; Possessing a strong intellect or intellectual capacity; Clever; amusingly ingenious; Full of wit; quick of mind; insightful; in possession of wits. I, for one, think that suits you pretty well. Particularly when reading your blogs. But to leave it at just 'most witty' as a sole defining term for you, eh, it doesn't really do you justice. You also should keep in mind that seeing as how 8th graders presumptively don't really know a god damn thing about wit at their age, I think said election might not have been as accurate as we had all hoped.
Point 4: 147 blog views in the past month isn't really that big of a deal considering the fact that millions upon millions of 'mys*s' are out there and your profile/blog is set to private, so, you do the math. However, since I'm a huge nerd I did the math for you and it turns out that according to how many friends you have, that would mean that each one only looked at it once or twice.
[I feel special now! thanks!]
With that being said, trust me, your blogs are not verbal vomit. Although for editing purposes, I think the correct term is verbal diarrhea lol. But yeah hon, I say keep 'em comin'. It's actually refreshing to read a real, honest, entertaining blog about someone. As opposed to the myriad of facade-donning, herd-following idiots that take up precious space on mys*'s servers with their meaningless crap.
So whilst you think of what to write about in your next entry, I'll put on my helmet, join you on the short bus, and we'll lick us some windows! :)
2010 Note: Obviously I cannot help myself. I REALLY love my blogs... all 12 of them (yeah I know I am missing some - I chose NOT to post them). I also kinda miss writing to no one and everyone. The internet is such a huge place and everyone is so small compared to it. I just hope that between school, wedding planning, my volunteer gig and being a fiancee I can do this without too much drama. Ugh.... I HATE drama.
2008-10-23 - HELADO!!!
Thursday, October 23, 2008
HELADO!!!!
Current mood:Cravy (as in: I am craving helado)
Category: Life
I am craving some Breyer's Twixt ice cream!!! It is a combination fault of Pac* and my dad. Pac* because he got it over the past weekend, and my dad for sharing some of his with my last night. I never knew ice cream could be like that. Wow, I lie…. I know that ice cream is the greatest invention on earth (besides spoons and bowls)!! There is NOTHING better than ice cream! Ok, I lie again… but we are talking about ice cream, not Caramel Frappucinos (what were YOU thinking of??!!). I am writing about ice cream today for a very important reason. I am on a diet.
Now I know many of you would scoff and say, "Lisa, why are YOU on a diet? You are super skinny!!" To this I would usually reply something like, "Why, yes I am super skinny. However, I need to be ridiculously skinny." Then you would say, "Oh. Okay." And that would be that. However, since that day back in August (and if you do NOT know… go read you lazy bastard!) I have packed on a beautiful 15 pounds! Yes! That is right!! I weigh **GASP!!** 155 lbs!! I honestly do not care what the world thinks about this, but it is what I think that matters… and I think this sucks!! I usually pull on my jeans without unbuttoning them (yeah you read that right, I am a god!) unfortunately 2 weekends ago I had the horrible misfortune to have a button POP OFF!!! Needless to say I just went and got a safety pin and used that and went out with a smile. Inside I was crying and feeling miserable.
Now I know many of you are saying RIGHT NOW, "Wow, Lisa is such an insensitive bitch. How dare she say she's on a diet and act like it's the end of the world for her when there are others who are combating obesity and cannot win." To which I would exclaim, "Why, yes I am an insensitive bitch. However, not for that reason. Did you know that obesity is now legally a disease? Have you forgotten where I work?? I know many people who are constantly battling this 'disease' and winning and I know many who are losing." The difference between winning and losing is caring. If you care you can do ANYTHING you want - not just lose weight. Those who want to win do and those who do not care, do not win. Simple.
Now there are those who have not cared enough EVER and like that guy in Mexico who weighs over 1,000 pound (yeah, you read that right ONE THOUSAND POUNDS!!) will need medical help to reduce that issue. But the split second you stop caring and let yourself go, where will (or when for that matter) you grab the reins and start caring? Should I not care and go get that ice cream? Should I eat it until I weigh 160 pounds? 170? Where should I stop? Who are you to tell me? If you are comfortable where you are, awesome. If not, do something about it. But DO NOT look at me like I am a freak. As my motto (one of many) goes: "Whatever."
P.S. Actually, I weighed 155 yesterday morning, today (at 9.45 pm) after one day of my diet I am down to 150.2 pounds! Take that Jenny Craig!! If you want to know what I am doing please send in an envelope in small, unmarked bills one MILLION dollars!! MUWAHAHAHA (evil laugh)
2008 Note: I was NOT doing that Acia Berry stuff!
2010 Note: I lost some of the weight (especially when I started smoking again) and now I have gained it all back... *sigh* Damn Publix's Strawberry Shortcake Helado! The Fi and I are addicted... it is in stores right now!!! And I am proud to say there is none in the house! & I also still think I am hot stuff. :D
HELADO!!!!
Current mood:Cravy (as in: I am craving helado)
Category: Life
I am craving some Breyer's Twixt ice cream!!! It is a combination fault of Pac* and my dad. Pac* because he got it over the past weekend, and my dad for sharing some of his with my last night. I never knew ice cream could be like that. Wow, I lie…. I know that ice cream is the greatest invention on earth (besides spoons and bowls)!! There is NOTHING better than ice cream! Ok, I lie again… but we are talking about ice cream, not Caramel Frappucinos (what were YOU thinking of??!!). I am writing about ice cream today for a very important reason. I am on a diet.
Now I know many of you would scoff and say, "Lisa, why are YOU on a diet? You are super skinny!!" To this I would usually reply something like, "Why, yes I am super skinny. However, I need to be ridiculously skinny." Then you would say, "Oh. Okay." And that would be that. However, since that day back in August (and if you do NOT know… go read you lazy bastard!) I have packed on a beautiful 15 pounds! Yes! That is right!! I weigh **GASP!!** 155 lbs!! I honestly do not care what the world thinks about this, but it is what I think that matters… and I think this sucks!! I usually pull on my jeans without unbuttoning them (yeah you read that right, I am a god!) unfortunately 2 weekends ago I had the horrible misfortune to have a button POP OFF!!! Needless to say I just went and got a safety pin and used that and went out with a smile. Inside I was crying and feeling miserable.
Now I know many of you are saying RIGHT NOW, "Wow, Lisa is such an insensitive bitch. How dare she say she's on a diet and act like it's the end of the world for her when there are others who are combating obesity and cannot win." To which I would exclaim, "Why, yes I am an insensitive bitch. However, not for that reason. Did you know that obesity is now legally a disease? Have you forgotten where I work?? I know many people who are constantly battling this 'disease' and winning and I know many who are losing." The difference between winning and losing is caring. If you care you can do ANYTHING you want - not just lose weight. Those who want to win do and those who do not care, do not win. Simple.
Now there are those who have not cared enough EVER and like that guy in Mexico who weighs over 1,000 pound (yeah, you read that right ONE THOUSAND POUNDS!!) will need medical help to reduce that issue. But the split second you stop caring and let yourself go, where will (or when for that matter) you grab the reins and start caring? Should I not care and go get that ice cream? Should I eat it until I weigh 160 pounds? 170? Where should I stop? Who are you to tell me? If you are comfortable where you are, awesome. If not, do something about it. But DO NOT look at me like I am a freak. As my motto (one of many) goes: "Whatever."
P.S. Actually, I weighed 155 yesterday morning, today (at 9.45 pm) after one day of my diet I am down to 150.2 pounds! Take that Jenny Craig!! If you want to know what I am doing please send in an envelope in small, unmarked bills one MILLION dollars!! MUWAHAHAHA (evil laugh)
2008 Note: I was NOT doing that Acia Berry stuff!
2010 Note: I lost some of the weight (especially when I started smoking again) and now I have gained it all back... *sigh* Damn Publix's Strawberry Shortcake Helado! The Fi and I are addicted... it is in stores right now!!! And I am proud to say there is none in the house! & I also still think I am hot stuff. :D
2008-10-21 - A Weekend
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
A Weekend
Current mood: exhausted
Category: Parties and Nightlife
This past weekend was insane. It was absolutely AWESOME seeing Pac*, and meeting his GF [at the time] , E*; but this weekend was INSANE!!! Do not get me wrong, I had A LOT of fun, some parts of the weekend were REALLY fun. However, hanging out with Pac* when he is trying to cram a week's worth of activities into 2.5 days is INSANITY!! Pac* flew into FLL on Friday at noon, and left this morning at 9.30 am. I think I had about maybe 10 hours of sleep between Friday and Saturday. I am so exhausted (it is partially my fault and Pac*'s fault) I think I may be going delirious. I have downloaded all the pictures - if you haven't seen them yet - go look. The photos are only of Friday not Saturday because we didn't take the camera out to South Beach Saturday, but I am getting ahead of myself. I promise I will try not to make it a blow-by-blow account.
Friday night we went to Papa Dirt’s birthday party. He is now 25 and had a steak cake! Yeah you read that right!! A cake made to look like a steak!! Check out the photos!! We met up with a lot of old buddies of Pac* (Second Sin anyone?) whom I also have gotten to know really well over the years. After that we met up with R* at the Hard Rock and Casino and headed to Murphy's Law Irish Pub. TONS OF FUN!! As you can see from the pictures, R* and Pac* are very close - physically, mentally and in the way they take pictures. You could also say they are both giant goof balls. We partied super hard at Murphy's then headed over to G-mo's (Geronimo's) in Davie. Pac* and R* were trying to play pool and were very good at the whole losing thing. Then at about 5.30 a.m. I was curling up in my bed drifting to sleep.
Saturday morning I am awoken by Pac* at approx. 11 a.m. for pancakes and bacon. I eat after I have a cup of coffee. I am already a bit sluggish here. Pac* and E* play in the pool during the afternoon while I read a book and passively try not to get splashed. That means I yelled at them anytime they got too rowdy. For dinner (5.30 p.m.) we went to my uncle Ral*’s place where we trashed talked some family, made fun of each other and drank a lot of vodka. Yeah, that's a normal family function. After that (11 p.m.) we somehow made it to South Beach's Delano Hotel where we drank more vodka, E* started to feel ill, and we met up with Ra* (my cousin). We then walked a couple of blocks north to Rock Bar, E* really wasn't feeling well so Pac* and E* went to Ra*'s condo on Key Biscayne. Sucked to be them - this was the BEST NIGHT I have ever had at Rock Bar. The music was perfect, the vibe was great and the people were super cool. This is where I met Crispy Fry*, Syd* and some of Syd*'s friends. I started talking to Crispy Fry without knowing that all of them are friends with J*, who is a neighbor of Ra*'s!! SMALL LITTLE WORLD!!! I swear that it IS possible to play 6 degrees of Ra* in So. FL. So at approx 4.30 a.m. everyone decides they want to leave.
Next thing you know it is 7.45 p.m. and we are going to Fic*'s house for a Sunday dinner party.. This is one of Ra*'s best friends and Pac*'s bromance. At this point all I want to do is shoot myself in the foot and bleed to death - I was in that much pain. All I wanted to do was go home and go to bed. Not that I was hung-over, or dealing with a headaches, but I was SOOO tired and mentally struggling with the fact that in the morning I was going to have to go to work. UGH. We got to Fic*'s house and Pac* was telling me that we were only going to be there a little while and then leave, only an hour or so… At 10.45 p.m. we left Fic*'s! I was so upset… So at 12.45 a.m. I was going to sleep (laundry needed to be done) and saying goodbye to my little brother who is also my bestest friend - even if he is a nut case and drives me to insanity.
2010 Note: I am sure you can tell that I was a major party queen... At this point in my life I was going out once a weekend and pulling an all-nighter on a Friday or Saturday. It was a fun time that I am glad I had. Not many people do get to experience something like the Miami nightlife. And I really DO believe you can play 6 degrees of Ra* or less!! But like all things, it came to an end, and I am glad it did. The Fi (fiancee) and I still go out but it is a different monster.
A Weekend
Current mood: exhausted
Category: Parties and Nightlife
This past weekend was insane. It was absolutely AWESOME seeing Pac*, and meeting his GF [at the time] , E*; but this weekend was INSANE!!! Do not get me wrong, I had A LOT of fun, some parts of the weekend were REALLY fun. However, hanging out with Pac* when he is trying to cram a week's worth of activities into 2.5 days is INSANITY!! Pac* flew into FLL on Friday at noon, and left this morning at 9.30 am. I think I had about maybe 10 hours of sleep between Friday and Saturday. I am so exhausted (it is partially my fault and Pac*'s fault) I think I may be going delirious. I have downloaded all the pictures - if you haven't seen them yet - go look. The photos are only of Friday not Saturday because we didn't take the camera out to South Beach Saturday, but I am getting ahead of myself. I promise I will try not to make it a blow-by-blow account.
Friday night we went to Papa Dirt’s birthday party. He is now 25 and had a steak cake! Yeah you read that right!! A cake made to look like a steak!! Check out the photos!! We met up with a lot of old buddies of Pac* (Second Sin anyone?) whom I also have gotten to know really well over the years. After that we met up with R* at the Hard Rock and Casino and headed to Murphy's Law Irish Pub. TONS OF FUN!! As you can see from the pictures, R* and Pac* are very close - physically, mentally and in the way they take pictures. You could also say they are both giant goof balls. We partied super hard at Murphy's then headed over to G-mo's (Geronimo's) in Davie. Pac* and R* were trying to play pool and were very good at the whole losing thing. Then at about 5.30 a.m. I was curling up in my bed drifting to sleep.
Saturday morning I am awoken by Pac* at approx. 11 a.m. for pancakes and bacon. I eat after I have a cup of coffee. I am already a bit sluggish here. Pac* and E* play in the pool during the afternoon while I read a book and passively try not to get splashed. That means I yelled at them anytime they got too rowdy. For dinner (5.30 p.m.) we went to my uncle Ral*’s place where we trashed talked some family, made fun of each other and drank a lot of vodka. Yeah, that's a normal family function. After that (11 p.m.) we somehow made it to South Beach's Delano Hotel where we drank more vodka, E* started to feel ill, and we met up with Ra* (my cousin). We then walked a couple of blocks north to Rock Bar, E* really wasn't feeling well so Pac* and E* went to Ra*'s condo on Key Biscayne. Sucked to be them - this was the BEST NIGHT I have ever had at Rock Bar. The music was perfect, the vibe was great and the people were super cool. This is where I met Crispy Fry*, Syd* and some of Syd*'s friends. I started talking to Crispy Fry without knowing that all of them are friends with J*, who is a neighbor of Ra*'s!! SMALL LITTLE WORLD!!! I swear that it IS possible to play 6 degrees of Ra* in So. FL. So at approx 4.30 a.m. everyone decides they want to leave.
Next thing you know it is 7.45 p.m. and we are going to Fic*'s house for a Sunday dinner party.. This is one of Ra*'s best friends and Pac*'s bromance. At this point all I want to do is shoot myself in the foot and bleed to death - I was in that much pain. All I wanted to do was go home and go to bed. Not that I was hung-over, or dealing with a headaches, but I was SOOO tired and mentally struggling with the fact that in the morning I was going to have to go to work. UGH. We got to Fic*'s house and Pac* was telling me that we were only going to be there a little while and then leave, only an hour or so… At 10.45 p.m. we left Fic*'s! I was so upset… So at 12.45 a.m. I was going to sleep (laundry needed to be done) and saying goodbye to my little brother who is also my bestest friend - even if he is a nut case and drives me to insanity.
2010 Note: I am sure you can tell that I was a major party queen... At this point in my life I was going out once a weekend and pulling an all-nighter on a Friday or Saturday. It was a fun time that I am glad I had. Not many people do get to experience something like the Miami nightlife. And I really DO believe you can play 6 degrees of Ra* or less!! But like all things, it came to an end, and I am glad it did. The Fi (fiancee) and I still go out but it is a different monster.
2008-10-16 - "I never said I was nice" Photo Album...
Thursday, October 16, 2008
"I never said I was nice" Photo Album...
Current mood: devious
Unfortunately there is no category for a blog that deals with family, comedy and photos; because that is what this photo album is going to be about. First, and obviously I am going to work on this from tallest in my family to the shortest in my family (this will be the one AND ONLY time I will let my mom win the "who is taller" contest she and I constantly have ). It will only be my immediate family (otherwise I would never be able to finish it). It all came about as I was going through my mom's computer looking for pictures of me (my favorite subject) when I came across these photos of my brother wearing HILARIOUS hats making the SILLIEST faces. I thought "DAMN!! I have to put these up on MyS*! Otherwise I would not be true to the Older Sister Club!" (we are bit*hes) Then I also realized that there are TONS of photos of my family (and I) making odd faces, being silly and in general - just being ourselves. So I will put them up too. Again, in the order of tallest to shortest.
Here is how we rank: Pac* 6'2.5", Dad 6'2", Mom 5'5.5", Me 5'5"
Prepare to enjoy, laugh and make outragous comments... I know I will.
2010 Note: I did make the photo album & it was/is hilarious! My family (including the extended family!) has this wierd thing when there is a camera we stick our toungues out... I am actually starting to believe it is a viral thing... my fiancee is starting to do it too!!
"I never said I was nice" Photo Album...
Current mood: devious
Unfortunately there is no category for a blog that deals with family, comedy and photos; because that is what this photo album is going to be about. First, and obviously I am going to work on this from tallest in my family to the shortest in my family (this will be the one AND ONLY time I will let my mom win the "who is taller" contest she and I constantly have ). It will only be my immediate family (otherwise I would never be able to finish it). It all came about as I was going through my mom's computer looking for pictures of me (my favorite subject) when I came across these photos of my brother wearing HILARIOUS hats making the SILLIEST faces. I thought "DAMN!! I have to put these up on MyS*! Otherwise I would not be true to the Older Sister Club!" (we are bit*hes) Then I also realized that there are TONS of photos of my family (and I) making odd faces, being silly and in general - just being ourselves. So I will put them up too. Again, in the order of tallest to shortest.
Here is how we rank: Pac* 6'2.5", Dad 6'2", Mom 5'5.5", Me 5'5"
Prepare to enjoy, laugh and make outragous comments... I know I will.
2010 Note: I did make the photo album & it was/is hilarious! My family (including the extended family!) has this wierd thing when there is a camera we stick our toungues out... I am actually starting to believe it is a viral thing... my fiancee is starting to do it too!!
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