tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89026036613940589432024-03-19T04:20:34.197-04:00Spastically YoursEndearingly Spastic, Undoubtedly FunAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16070654451916199272noreply@blogger.comBlogger31125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902603661394058943.post-65652220616991348332012-01-12T11:00:00.000-05:002012-01-12T11:00:09.992-05:00nine10eleven<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Here is a very <b>very</b> overdue post about what happened on 9/10/11...<br />
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Colin always wakes up before I do on weekends. He usually let's me sleep in, but that morning he jumped on the bed and woke me up. He said he had a lot planned for us and that I had to get ready quick (which we all know is asking a lot of me). </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div>Since it was the weekend of 9/11, my mom made me promise her that we wouldn't ride the subway. Colin thought it was a great reason for us to finally go for a walk over the Manhattan Bridge, something he'd never done and we'd been talking about doing for some time. <br />
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I was about to get in the shower when I realized it was 9/10/11. I got <i>really</i> excited...<br />
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Me: Hey, it's NINE. TEN. ELEVEN. <br />
Colin: Oh, yeah.<br />
Me: Nine ten eleven would be a <i>great</i> day to get engaged. Then we can get married on ten eleven twelve!<br />
Colin: Or we can get engaged on ten eleven twelve...<br />
Me: Uh, no. I don't think so.<br />
Colin: The more you bring it up the longer it'll take for it to happen...<br />
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He'd been using that line for a long time now, and part of me believed him. It had been months since we started looking at engagement rings and seriously talking about getting married. I knew it wasn't going to happen right after we went to look at rings, but I couldn't help but think that maybe that was just a way to distract me and keep me quiet for a while longer. That and the fact that Colin would often say "every time you talk or ask about when we're getting engaged, I'm pushing it back another week." <br />
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I got a little upset so we sat down on the couch to talk. <br />
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My first point: We've been living together for a year now, and I used to always say I never wanted to live with anyone till I got married, or at least engaged...<br />
First thing he says: We haven't lived together for a year.<br />
Me: It's been a year! Omg, in <i>three weeks</i> it'll be a year! That's a year!<br />
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At this point Colin's kind of laughing and smiling and I'm just lost. Is this funny? That kind of was... But I can't laugh! Can't lose my game face. Even when I'm mad it's so hard not to laugh with him!<br />
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We talked things over and he was saying anything he could to make me feel better/get me off his back, and I was just being <i>terrible</i>...<br />
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Colin: Why don't we go look at rings again today?<br />
Me: Why? You already know what I like.<br />
Colin: So you don't want to go?<br />
Me: No! Let's go!<br />
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He told me to go shower. I walked out of the room and said (mostly to myself), "you should already have one by now, but whatever."<br />
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An hour later, we finally left the apartment and headed to the Manhattan Bridge. It was a warm, overcast day, and about about halfway through our walk it started to rain. We huddled under my umbrella and debated grabbing a cab. Thankfully, it quickly blew over and we were back on our way. <br />
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We arrived at the bridge to discover we had to walk on the "bike-only" side of the bridge because of construction. I have no idea what we were talking about, but I think I was probably telling Colin all the reasons why I like walking the Manhattan Bridge more than the Brooklyn Bridge, and how he's about to see why for himself. <br />
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We get to the first look out point and stop to take in the view. We spent a few minutes talking about what was what, the river, Brooklyn, etc.<br />
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Then, Colin took both my hands in his and started telling me about how much he loved me. He said so many sweet, wonderful things, I really wish we could remember more! <br />
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I started thinking, "wait, is this it? Could he be proposing now?!"<br />
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And then he reached into his right pocket, and pulled out... his phone.<br />
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I thought, "ok, nope, this isn't it. He's just going to tell me something like: I love you so much, don't worry, it'll happen soon enough, etc."<br />
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He checked the time and then put his phone back in his left pocket. Then I asked him what time it was. It was around 12:30ish.<br />
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He took my hands again and talked about how he knew when he was in love with me, about the first time we said "I love you," about how I'm the most important person in the world to him. He talked about how happy we've been together and how he wanted us to spend the rest of our lives together.<br />
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Then he got down on one knee, and said "and now I have one question, will you marry me?"<br />
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I teared up and said, "OF COURSE! OF COURSE, YES!" And dropped down to hug him. I didn't want to let go!Libbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05946096163686725288noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902603661394058943.post-29664779699838073532011-06-21T12:03:00.000-04:002011-06-21T12:03:19.806-04:00i'm going to give you $5...Seriously. Well, kind of...<br />
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It takes a lot for me to promote a site/service/etc., but my boyfriend got me started on <a href="http://www.ebates.com/rf.do?referrerid=MCT%2BZq3h4S9JDUVgqWZFZA%3D%3D">Ebates</a>, and I'm dangerously addicted. It's an online shopping center that offers cash back on purchases from over 1000 online retailers - Sephora, Shutterfly, Urban Outfitters, Groupon and Target are a few that I've been shopping at lately.<br />
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I was skeptical at first. Why would this company give me money just to link through their site when I'm shopping? I read how they were making money off commissions from the retailers, blah blah blah, but I still wasn't 100% convinced. I figured I'd give it a try. I have nothing to lose and, if anything, possibly something to gain. <br />
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I got $5 for signing up and I could only get it after I made my first purchase, so I bought a wedding gift for a friend - something I was already planning on doing. A few weeks later, I got this in the mail:<br />
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My first "Big Fat Check" from Ebates for $6.54, most of which was actually the $5.00 bonus I received for signing up. It may have been small, but at least it was something. <br />
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After getting the check I started doing even more shopping online. Why go to Duane Reade when I can go to Soap.com and get it for a better price <i>and</i> get cash back?<br />
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The only downfall is that they send checks quarterly. But that gives you a lot of time to build up a big rebate...<br />
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If you already shop online at these stores, why not get a little back for it? Something is better than nothing.<br />
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<a href="http://www.ebates.com/rf.do?referrerid=MCT%2BZq3h4S9JDUVgqWZFZA%3D%3D">Click here</a> to sign up and we'll both get $5!Libbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05946096163686725288noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902603661394058943.post-33813733795386855502011-04-08T11:52:00.001-04:002011-04-10T13:14:00.786-04:00quote of the day<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"If you can't say something good about someone, sit right here by me."</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>- Alice Roosevelt Longworth's motto appeared in an interesting </i><a href="http://nymag.com/news/intelligencer/shared-dislikes-2011-4/"><i>article in New York Mag</i></a><i> about how people bond over shared dislikes.</i></span></div>Libbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05946096163686725288noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902603661394058943.post-4291450804969417052011-04-07T22:08:00.002-04:002011-04-10T13:12:09.338-04:00an elevated situation<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You know that moment when the elevator doors begin to close, and you look up from your phone just in time to make direct eye contact with the person scrambling to make it?</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Since elevators are part of my everyday New York life, I find myself in this situation all too often. </span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I work in a huge office building with eight elevator banks. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Mornings are usually busy, I'm rarely waiting on an elevator alone. But today I was. I get on, look at my Blackberry and think, "I never get an elevator to myself in the morning..." </span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Cue closing doors and slightly chubby 40something year old man running to the elevator, briefcase in tow. The look on his face says he's determined to make it. He's desperate, he's definitely too far.... he's yelling - "Hold it please!"</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I panic.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The doors are about half way open (I wonder if he'd say they're half closed?), I decide to go for the buttons. There are 30something floors in this building. I'm not ready for this kind of pressure at 9am. </span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He's just a few feet away now. The doors are about 6 inches away from closing...</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">FOUND IT!!! I start pushing the button like crazy. </span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He finally gets to the elevator, the doors are still closing. This button is NOT working, all I could do now was yell...</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"EEEEEE! I'M SORRY I'M SORRY!"</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I tried, I really did. </span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I looked down, I still had my finger on the button... </span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">THE DOOR CLOSE BUTTON.</span></div>Libbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05946096163686725288noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902603661394058943.post-91904878432406192692011-04-01T10:29:00.004-04:002011-04-01T14:54:21.186-04:00quote of the day<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"We take fun very seriously. After all, fun is a very serious business."</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>- </i></span><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://www.aaronbasha.com/story.php"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Aaron Basha</i></span></a></span></div>Libbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05946096163686725288noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902603661394058943.post-46977392836623489922011-03-25T16:21:00.004-04:002011-04-01T14:50:34.034-04:00quote of the day<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"It's a big, bad world full of twists and turns… and people have a way of blinking and missing the moment. The moment that could have changed everything…"</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 15px;"> </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; line-height: 15px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;">-</span> </span></i><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0904208/"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">David Duchovny</span></i></a><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;">as Hank Moody on Showtime's</span> </span></i><i><a href="http://www.sho.com/site/californication/home.do"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Californication</span></a></i></span>Libbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05946096163686725288noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902603661394058943.post-7946369435709490582011-02-24T16:58:00.009-05:002011-03-29T11:39:41.285-04:00down i tumblr<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">I recently created a Tumblr account just to check things out. I'm kind of a fan.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"></span><a href="http://spasticallyyours.tumblr.com/">http://spasticallyyours.tumblr.com</a><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="http://spasticallyyours.tumblr.com/"></a></span>I'm going back and forth on whether or not I want to keep it, use it instead of this blog, or just get rid of it. It's so quick and simple, which is what I really like. But I also love this blog! (Even though it's been almost a year since my last post.)<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Well for now, I'm going to do both and see which one I like best. Or maybe two will somehow work...</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Check it out!</span>Libbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05946096163686725288noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902603661394058943.post-84714438444304615292010-06-28T22:43:00.003-04:002011-04-01T14:25:26.280-04:00ladies & gentlemen, a crowded subway is no excuse for unlawful sexual behavior...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My usual mad dash off the train this morning was highly unsuccessful. Getting a seat is great in theory; in reality, it just slows you down. But on a morning like today, having run out of my apt with wet hair and no makeup, sitting was a must.<br />
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I followed the crowd off the train and squeezed my way through the massive people puddle on the platform at Grand Central Station.<br />
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Walking up the stairs was a mess, as usual. This is New York. People crowd you and push from all angles. Personal space is a luxury no one in NYC can afford - at least not those of us who spend time underground. This is the same story every day, I just usually fly out of that train and run up the stairs so fast I avoid it entirely.<br />
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That wasn't happening today.<br />
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As I took my third, extremely slow step, I noticed something poking my butt. Well, maybe it was slightly more of a poke/cup. A tiny cup. Maybe a loose pinch? Or a few curled fingers accidentally resting underneath my butt?<br />
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No idea. I (of course) was too embarassed to turn around.<br />
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It was awkward, so I pretended it wasn't going on and continued to make my way up the slow-moving staircase. After about four more steps, I felt it again.<br />
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At this point, I'm thinking my face </span> <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">must</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> be bright red. My solution? Awkwardly shift around. Tuck in my butt as far as possible (quite the challenge).<br />
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Now I'm thinking, there is </span> <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">no way</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> someone could possibly be touching me. It'd be too obvious to everyone around. </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Then it clicked. I have a bunch of bananas in my bag. There's a good chance that bananas are to blame for all this awkwardness.<br />
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I start fidgeting/readjusting/flailing about as much as I can without being </span> <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">too</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> obvious. If those are banana pokes I want proof!<br />
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After a few seconds of spasticity, I get something. Not </span> <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">exactly</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> the same feeling as before, but definitely a banana.</span></span>Libbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05946096163686725288noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902603661394058943.post-19230986470873587702010-06-28T22:13:00.002-04:002011-04-01T14:26:00.646-04:00sudoku-inspired hiatus<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I have a sick addiction. I have not been able to stop playing sudoku since I got my new blackberry... which was around the end of April... coincidentally around the same time of my last blog post.</span><br />
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Wise words from a placemat:<br />
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"There is only one thing in the world worse than being talked about, and that is not being talked about."<br />
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<i>- The Picture of Dorian Gray</i>Libbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05946096163686725288noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902603661394058943.post-30784277190814356892010-04-20T12:31:00.000-04:002010-04-20T12:31:01.280-04:00boyfriend's coming!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">My boyfriend is coming today!!!<br />
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I am SO excited :), obviously. It's crazy to think that we've now been "officially" together for over a month and still haven't seen each other, well in person at least. (Thank god for video chat!) I'm so glad he's coming, it'll finally make it all seem more real haha.<br />
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Don't get ahead of yourself, he's not gonna be here for as long as you'd imagine/i'd like. Since he has an insane work schedule his "weekends" are actually Wednesday/Thursday, which is why he's heading up today, his "Friday."<br />
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The great thing about that schedule is that it'll help when he's coming up for interviews. He's able to come up here at the drop of a hat (and a hefty price) without having to request any time off.<br />
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Unfortunately he doesn't have a lot lined up for this visit. He'll be spending tomorrow morning at an interview/job<br />
shadowing/meet-and-greet kind of thing with his company's New York branch. But that's about it.<br />
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The upside is he'll get to spend more time hanging out with me! I took Thursday off and'll probably be able to escape late tomorrow afternoon.<br />
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I'm just hoping the weather holds up and it's as gorgeous as it is today! Guess I probably should've come up with a few plans...</span>Libbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05946096163686725288noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902603661394058943.post-49733259239971209702010-04-08T22:46:00.003-04:002010-04-08T22:49:07.944-04:00yes, these are things i really spend time thinking about<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">I can't always explain why my mind goes to the places it does. Sometimes it just takes off.<br />
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I was watching an episode of <a href="http://www.fxnetworks.com/shows/originals/justified/">Justified</a> (which I'm still undecided about, but my love for <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0648249/">Timothy Olyphant</a> has kept me interested) when a scene with several men wearing the traditional black and white striped prison suit made me think of The Hamburglar. And it struck me - why did The Hamburglar run around in that same prison outfit?</span><br />
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So why the outfit? Can we assume that the Hamburglar spent a considerable amount of time in jail? Did he escape? Did he somehow work the system to get out early or is the jail sentence for hamburglary just not so lengthy?<br />
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AND, whether he was freed or he escaped, if he is back out and up to his old burger stealing ways, would he really want to attract all that attention by walking around dressed like a convict?<br />
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At least he accessorized.<br />
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I think McDonald's probably should've put a little more time into developing his character.<br />
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And don't even get me started on Grimace. I mean, what IS Grimace?</span><br />
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Never have I had an ENTIRE subway car to myself. Ever. It's probably even stranger for me to admit that it's one thing I have always wished for. But I imagined I would at least be with a friend and we could act ridiculous, play around on the poles and take LOTS of silly pictures.<br />
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But instead I sit here all by myself. Wondering if someone will hop on at the next stop and disrupt my solitude. Or worse, imagining the next person to step on will be someone I would not want to be stuck in a small space with... I'm thinking of that <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000149/">Jodie Foster</a> movie, <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Brave-One-Widescreen-Jodie-Foster/dp/B0010HOZW6?ie=UTF8&tag=electricstarg-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">The Brave One</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=electricstarg-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B0010HOZW6" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" />. But as a New York woman, always making my way around the city alone, I decided It would be a good idea to never watch that movie!<br />
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It took over two years for me to end up all alone in a subway car, will it take that long again? I just hope it could happen at more convenient opportunities. Like the time my cousin wanted to show me a few of her pole dancing tricks. Haha, don't get carried away, she's not a stripper. She's actually a very conservative, petite, soon-to-be lawyer who happened to get REALLY into <a href="http://www.sfactor.com/">S Factor's</a> pole dancing classes. And you can't blame the girl. It's supposed to be a great workout. I've always wanted to try it, but I'm so spastic that it would probably be completely embarrassing.<br />
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I've now had to transfer to the 4 train and I'm no longer alone :(<br />
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Hopefully it happens again when I can enjoy it in good company!</span>Libbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05946096163686725288noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902603661394058943.post-67639738341345390322010-03-31T15:41:00.002-04:002010-03-31T15:49:16.595-04:00how 'bout not bringing on the rain? or the frizz?<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">The arrival of all this nasty, nonstop rain coincides with one thing. Uncontrollable BIG HAIR.<br />
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Spring showers and summer humidity are not my friends. I managed to get my naturally curly hair somewhat under control last year by keeping it very long and basically never going outside. But unfortunately, thanks to last week's trip to a new, cheap hairdresser (who's inch was MUCH bigger than mine) the long hair fix is a no go. Just in time for the start of the humid/disgustingly wet season!<br />
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I just hope we have a summer in NYC this year. Last year was awful. I remember in June it rained for about 21 days that month. Send it down to South Texas! We could really use that kind of rain down at the ranch.<br />
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What I really can't handle is inaccurate weather reports. That really drives me crazy. Today, I read there would be am clouds/pm sun. Well, it's 9am and Weather Channel, you forgot to mention that it would also be extremely misty. Thanks for that.<br />
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I'm going to get to the office looking like a poodle. Not the best fashion statement. Oh well, at least I won't be seeing any of our clients, etc today!<br />
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I just had a thought, maybe I should look into some type of big wave perm to change my curl pattern... Wait. That's more money I don't have.</span><br />
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I like to blame it on my boyfriend, altho the fact that he lives 3000 miles away keeps that from being a totally valid reason.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">My alarm goes off at 6:25am and continues to ring every 5 minutes until I'm actually up. You would think it would be impossible to sleep through that, but trust me it's not. It usually takes at least an hour for me to realize the alarm even started going off, then another 30 minutes or so to decide I want to get out of bed. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">My old boss at <a href="http://www.cbsnews.com/sections/earlyshow/main500202.shtml">The Early Show</a>, gave me an <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B001L9KN56/ref=pd_lpo_k2_dp_sr_2?pf_rd_p=486539851&pf_rd_s=lpo-top-stripe-1&pf_rd_t=201&pf_rd_i=B00080FO4O&pf_rd_m=ATVPDKIKX0DER&pf_rd_r=1KRA5XWY16SH2X4TJNQB">iHome</a> for Christmas. I had only been using it as an <a href="http://www.apple.com/ipod/">iPod</a> player, but recently I've started using the iPod alarm feature and I have to say, it really is helping. Waking up to <i><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U6tV11acSRk">Here Comes The Sun</a></i> is pretty nice. <br />
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I do need to get better about waking up. I just really love to sleep. That may never change.</span>Libbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05946096163686725288noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902603661394058943.post-61210400443198148232010-03-30T21:45:00.008-04:002010-03-31T10:31:01.626-04:00train of thoughts<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I've discovered the best time for me to <i>actually</i> blog. During my commute. That's right, coming at you from underground!</span></span></span><br />
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But really, let's face it. It's <i>totally</i> more productive than brickbreaker. Aaaand I've already reached a high score that I <i>know</i> will be impossible for me to break so it's time to put my energy/attention elsewhere!<br />
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I am slightly worried that my posts will become the typical irritated New York rant. I have to be sure to keep my commuter anger in check. But I just stepped onto the platform I can already feel the rage building...<br />
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Now typing while standing/holding on is proving to be a challenge. It's just too slow! My thoughts are flying in MUCH faster than I can type. And I fear that I'm already developing carpal tunnel. My right thumb hates me.<br />
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Oh, yaaaay!!!! SEAT!<br />
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I really should be reading my book, <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/11/08/books/review/Schillinger-t.html"><i></i></a><i><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Lacuna-Novel-Barbara-Kingsolver/dp/0060852577?ie=UTF8&tag=electricstarg-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">The Lacuna</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=electricstarg-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=0060852577" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /></i> by Barbara Kingsolver. It's the first book chosen by my book club and so far it's pretty good. But since I'm a cheapo I checked it out from the <a href="http://www.brooklynpubliclibrary.org/">Brooklyn Public Library</a> and it is GIGANTIC. Huge hard cover. Complete with a plastic cover protecter. I feel like I'm in high school.<br />
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Another book that I'm excited to get started on is my <a href="http://www.simplediary.com/#/Home/"><i>Simple Diary</i></a>. My boss is so sweet, she brought it for me from her trip to Switzerland for <a href="http://www.baselworld.com/en-US.aspx">Baselworld</a>. It's not an ordinary diary. Each page has a spot for you to enter the date and there are a few multiple choice questions, some open ended questions, a quote and I can't remember what else. Come on. It's got simple in the name. My kind of diary.<br />
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So far I'm a fan of train blogging. It's definitely making the ride go by faster. Hmm, altho I just thought of the downside. I'll probably get really into this and then hate when I have to stop, get off and lose my train of thought.<br />
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I wish I was a faster blackberry typer!<br />
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I'm getting off at the next stop, might as well call it quits before I get too far ahead of myself!</span></span></span></div>Libbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05946096163686725288noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902603661394058943.post-16910443120628664622010-03-13T20:18:00.006-05:002011-03-25T16:15:33.781-04:00quote of the day<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"You can't listen to what everyone else says- you just have to dive in & get in over your head, so then you can be like 'what? I cant hear you! Im under water!'" </span></span><br />
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</div><div><i>- Paul McCartney, presenting the award for best animated motion picture at the Golden Globes</i><br />
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I love animation. And I don't take drugs. What does that say about me Paul?</div>Libbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05946096163686725288noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902603661394058943.post-81685793877838897242009-12-15T22:42:00.007-05:002009-12-16T13:32:08.753-05:00when it rains...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">it pours.</span> <div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">That tends to be true whether you're referring to either the good or bad things in life. Thankfully for me, well for today at least, it's been raining in the best way possible. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">After months and months of job hunting, various temp jobs and coming to terms with the possibility that my luck may just be running out and I'd be stuck moving back to Texas, I finally got offers. That's right. OFFERS. Two job offers in one day to be exact. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I could've never imagined that happening. Both are amazing offers that people would kill for. Two major corporations that are well-known and respected worldwide, </span><a href="http://www.cbsnews.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">CBS News</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> (</span><a href="http://www.cbsnews.com/sections/earlyshow/main500202.shtml?tag=hdr;snav"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The Early Show</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">) and the </span><a href="http://www.fourseasons.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Four Seasons</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> (</span><a href="http://magazine.fourseasons.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Magazine</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">). </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I've been freelancing at </span><a href="http://www.cbsnews.com/sections/earlyshow/main500202.shtml?tag=hdr;snav"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The Early Show</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> since late October as an assistant to one of the anchors and today my boss asked me to come on full time. She's absolutely fabulous. I really do love her, she's a great person and a joy to work with. My fear with this position is that I don't know what a it could lead to in the future.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The other position came about when my old boss from </span><a href="http://www.brides.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Modern Bride & Elegant Bride Magazines</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> was recently hired at the </span><a href="http://magazine.fourseasons.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Four Seasons Magazine</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">. This position seems to be everything I've been looking for. Technically, I'd be a sales assistant. I'd also have the opportunity to be coordinating promotional events (such as the magazine's shows during NY Fashion Week), working closely with the sales director and publisher on creative marketing strategies and assisting the editor-in-chief with projects as needed.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Based on that alone, and especially when you throw in salary, benefits, etc., my decision is obvious. It's just difficult for me because I feel like I will be letting down whichever one I don't choose. And one of the things I hate most is that feeling that I've let someone down. But, as my friends say, this is one of the times when I do need to think about what's best for me, which is something I'm not used to doing. I guess that's just one of those things that comes with being an adult... It's a crisis of possibilities!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">And I'm insanely excited!! :)</span></div>Libbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05946096163686725288noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902603661394058943.post-38254253313415757872009-12-15T22:26:00.005-05:002009-12-16T12:59:02.294-05:00quote of the day<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Truthfully, I think you've got a really good grip on the situation... let's just call him the 'situation'"</span></span> <div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Well, I won't be gripping THAT situation for awhile... or ever again haha"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>- And this one is an original. Legit convo between friends. </i></span></span></div>Libbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05946096163686725288noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902603661394058943.post-5475146457950198062009-12-14T21:16:00.010-05:002009-12-16T13:40:16.533-05:00john mayer on male behavior<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Earlier today, </span></span><a href="http://twitter.com/johncmayer"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">John Mayer</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> shared a few insightful tweets regarding male behavior.</span></span> <div><ul><li><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 16px; COLOR: rgb(89,89,89)" class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Why men are confusing: first order of business, separate the men who mean well from men who don't think about meaning well."</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></li><li><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 16px; COLOR: rgb(89,89,89)" class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Now, men who mean well are the most infuriating. Assholes are easy. Mean-well-men are the most destructive types."</span></span></span></li><li><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 16px; COLOR: rgb(89,89,89)" class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Mean-well men are in the business of making others happy before their own needs."</span></span></span></li><li><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 16px; COLOR: rgb(89,89,89)" class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Those needs never surface until they explode in a seemingly out of nowhere outburst of selfishness."</span></span></span></li></ul></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I completely agree with the basic idea here. I do think there is a difference between these "mean-well" men and those who don't even think about meaning well. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I'd say either are capable of causing quite a bit of damage, but that level of damage is where it all changes. The jerks will never get under your skin the way those "mean-well" men do. Sure they could be entertaining for a round of drinks/etc., but deep down you know better than to give them a real/serious chance. Or at least I like to think I do... </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;">It's all about expectations. The "mean-well" guys lead you to believe you can expect a bit more out of the, which is why they'll end up being more infuriating. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The mean-well men are where things really get tricky. It's not to say their intentions aren't genuine, they just may change over time, or, as John said, explode in an outburst of selfishness. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I'm a pretty selfless person so selfishness is one of those emotions I just don't know how to handle... And I have to say it's also a VERY unattractive quality.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">What I wonder is, are men always either a "mean-well" guy or a guy who doesn't even "think about meaning well?" Or do they go through phases in their life? Or does it change from situation to situation/woman to woman? </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">It's a very interesting theory, John sure gave me a lot to think about...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, serif;"><br /></span></div></div>Libbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05946096163686725288noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902603661394058943.post-61290963327259865722009-12-14T00:28:00.004-05:002009-12-14T21:15:42.960-05:00quote of the day<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"God doesn't give you the people you want, he gives you the people you need; to help you, to hurt you, to leave you, to love you, and to make you into the person you were meant to be."</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>- Author Unknown </i></span></span></div>Libbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05946096163686725288noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902603661394058943.post-52470766605279244782009-11-04T19:24:00.011-05:002011-03-25T16:16:41.788-04:00quote of the day<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"></span><br />
<div style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">One day, in retrospect, the years of struggle will strike you as the most beautiful.</span></span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: italic;"><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">- </span></span><span style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: scroll; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat repeat; border-bottom-width: medium;"><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Sigmund Freud</span></span></span></span></span></span></div>Libbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05946096163686725288noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902603661394058943.post-7079576214599091642009-10-28T20:48:00.005-04:002011-03-29T11:42:37.523-04:00fashion's night out to be repeated in 2010<a href="http://www.wwd.com/">WWD</a> just announced <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anna_Wintour">Anna Wintour</a>'s brain child, <a href="http://www.fashionsnightout.com/">Fashion's Night Out,</a> will be repeated in 2010! It's no surprise the global fashion event that revitalized the retail industry is due to make an encore performance. However, I would've preferred it to be in the near future. Say, in February? Right before F/W New York Fashion Week?<br />
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Tomorrow, Mayor Bloomberg, <a href="http://www.style.com/vogue/">Vogue</a>, the <a href="http://www.cfda.com/">CFDA</a> and <a href="http://www.nycgo.com/">NYC & Co.</a> are expected to reveal details of the event scheduled for Sept. 9th, 2010. We can expect next year's to be even bigger and better! <br />
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"The numbers are in, and it's clear that Fashion's Night Out was a tremendous success," Bloomberg said. "Thousands of New Yorkers attended the events in all five boroughs, supporting the city's retail and fashion industries, and helping a worthwhile cause. It's sure to be an even bigger event in 2010." (<a href="http://www.wwd.com/fashion-news/fashions-night-out-to-be-repeated-in-2010-2355670?browsets=1256774710193">WWD</a>)<br />
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This year, I had a chance to stop by <a href="http://www.barneys.com/">Barneys</a>, <a href="http://www.calvinklein.com/home/index.jsp">Calvin Klein</a> and <a href="http://www.dolcegabbana.com/">Dolce & Gabbana</a>. Unfortunately, my assistant salary kept me from actually making a purchase, but who wouldn't have a wonderful time surrounded by beautiful clothing, champagne, live music and familiar faces?!<br />
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I'm looking forward to next year!Libbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05946096163686725288noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902603661394058943.post-2548836047750840832009-10-28T19:55:00.004-04:002009-11-04T19:32:11.813-05:00quote of the dayI do my best work hungover. I have less brain cells to confuse the issue.<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><br /><div><i>- </i><a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0302108/"><i>Zach Galifianakis</i></a><i> as Ray on HBO's </i><a href="http://www.hbo.com/boredtodeath/"><i>Bored to Death</i></a></div></div>Libbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05946096163686725288noreply@blogger.com0