I still love technology

Yes i love technology

But not as much as you, you see

But i still love technology

Always and Forever

[lyrics by Kip Dynamite]

Computers officially hate me. Just thought you should know this. For awhile it was just a theory, but it has now become fact.

My personal laptop died the day after I moved in February. And my desktop computer at work is in the application process for a hospice program. I have fallen way behind in my blog reading because when I click on certain blogs all of my internet windows will shut down. Simultaneously.
Generally if a blog has music or a video that plays automatically, I cannot access the blog without certain and imminent death to my screen. The screens freeze then close out.

Also, I can only gchat at a bare minimum before my computer is overwhelmed. Unacceptable.

I have the oldest version of every possible program and no hope of any IT guy fixing my computer or updating my programs. Why you ask? Thank you for asking. The programs I need to do my actual work are not affected. And the IT guys I've met aren't cute or hunky anyways. I know that was your next question. Our minds think alike.

Do any of you loyal followers have useful suggestions or funny insights?
As of now I see my options as follows:

1. make sure to back up all my files and then wait for a slow and painful computer death.
2. make sure to back up all my files and then pour coffee into my computer by mistake.
3. make sure to back up all my files and then take the computer tower out back and beat it with an aluminum baseball bat. Oh and I'll take care of this crappy-arse-excuse-for-a-printer-that-actually-sounds-like-a-cat-lives-inside-and-prints-pages-at-its-leisure while I'm at it.

Check it

there is a lot going on over at OWN IT these days.
The ladies are posting about our dignity and worth and beauty as women. But our culture seems to promote negative self-images and self-loathing. So clickity-click on over to OWN IT, watch the videos, and join us in owning it, showing it off, and making it sparkle.

And if you are wondering what "it" is... see above... it is your dignity, worth, beauty, and amazingness. Obvi.

skipping town

That's right. I am taking a trip.

I'm leaving town right before Thanksgiving and travelling around the world for 10 days. Or something like that. My little brother is all growed up now and has been living in India (not to be confused with Indiana) since July 2008. And I am finally going to go visit him. One month before he moves back to NY.

I bought my ticket two days ago and now I have to wonder... is India ready for me? Watch for me in upcoming Bollywood films bc prob some famous Indian actor/director/producer will scoop me up and want me to lead a spontaneous-coordinated-dance-scene while singing like a bird taking flight on a sweet summer morn. Obvi.

Before I leave, I have ever so much planning to do. Get a visa, shots, malaria meds, and figure out what to pack. This last task will be the greatest obstacle for me. I mean, what does one wear when travelling across the world to visit one's brother and planning to be discovered by Bollywood and then most def attending multiple red carpet events and galas as the newest star in Bollywood? Do I need ball gowns? Should I wait and buy them during my trip so I don't have to pack them? How will I do my hair? What color nail polish will I need to bring? Guchi Muchi Puchi? Expose Your Toes? Starter Wife? Oh the color options are endless.

Ok and one more dilemma... and this is weighing heavy on my mind. Night and day. What will I do with all of the inevitable suitors? As a foreigner I feel quite conflicted about stealing and then subsequently breaking the hearts of countless Indian men. It seems unfair to these men and also to the innocent women to whom they rightfully belong. The truth is, I just have too many suitors as it is and can't take on any more at this time. As the saying goes, my dance card is full. I will attempt to address the issue head on before it gets out of hand. But how? Do I cease all waxing, tweezing, and threading for the next two months in hopes of making myself look so sicknast I will repel men? Do I cover my gorgeous locks with the ugliest $5 street scarf I can locate as a disguise (oh that might work here in NYC for papa razzi as well...)? Do I walk around with my brother arm in arm and pretend he is my significant other? Do I have the stomach for that nonsense? Or do I have a t-shirt made up ahead of time that says "my dance card is full" on the front, and "your heart will go on" on the back?

As you can probably guess, I will have a lot on my mind these next two months until launch. And I will try to prepare you for my absence as best I can by appointing guest bloggers to fill the gap, dry your tears, and settle your soul.

beard today, gone tomorrow

Monday Monday... oh yes I am back at work and assuming you are as excited as I am that it is once again Monday. The weekend has come and gone. I am sore in more muscles than I never knew existed. Get your mind out of the gutter, I went hiking. That's all. Hiking. I scaled a mountain if you must know. And my body won't let me forget it.

Anywho, as it is Monday and it is a less than cheery day I thought I'd offer a little story time. This is the beard story I promised on Friday. So cuddle up and get lost in the magical land of the Upper Eastside.........

Ok so once upon a time, I went on a few dates with this guy who had a beard. I'm not a fan of beards nor have I ever been. But I thought this guy was worth getting to know and tried to get past the beard, plus it wasn't a huge scraggly beard anyways and looked ok on him. And so I ignored the beardedness before my very eyes. We went out multiple times. And I forgot all about my beard hatred. I grew to appreciate my date, beard and all.

But, and you knew there had to be a but, then it happened. Kissing. Kissing happened. The beard felt so bizarre and it threw me for a loop. It distracted me from one of my favorite sports. The nerve!

As the open-minded and patient person that I am, I didn't let it get to me. I said to myself, "self, this is a minor setback. Next time you will know what to expect and will not be distracted."

But, yes another but, then I got home. And I put my jammies on and I sat on the couch and said to my roomies, "what is that smell??". And they were all, "what smell"? And I was like, "I smell something awful, what is that!? Ewwww".

Ok and do you want to know what the smell turned out to be? Brace yourself bloggers.

It was my face. My upperlip had retained this disgusting stank from beard-boy's beard. I had to wash my face to get rid of the odor. Sicknast!!!!!!

And furthermore, I went out with beard-boy one more time. I was in such disbelief that I convinced myself that this had to be a one time thing, his beard couldn't always reek. Could it? Yes, it could. On the last date I even smelled the beard while sitting beside him. And when he kissed me I was just thinking "eww no, eww no".

Well, I think I must've given off some "I really don't like being close to you or kissing you" sort of a vibe because beard-boy never called me again. I couldn't help but be sort of offended. I was all prepared to turn him down for a date and he didn't even call me to give me the chance. Can you believe that?

Mark my words, I will never date another man with facial hair.

I don't care if Eduardo Verastegui asks me out. I will not put myself thru that again. Although, I'm sure Eduardo would shave for me. And put on a suit and tie.

It's really not so much to ask.

The End.

cupid we don't need you now, be on your way

A few days ago, I received an email with a link to this blog post, "Marry a man who loves you more than you love him". I finally read the post this morning and want to share my thoughts. If you have time read the post and let me know what you think.

I think it makes a lot of sense. Personally, I hope to eventually find a balance thru my scientific method of trial and error. A strong connection with a cute uptown man who has a strong and admirable character. AKA it can't be just the passionate connection with a dude lacking in character, nor can it be a relationship where the man has a crap ton of moral character but there is like and not love. Do you follow?

My fave part of the post is when the author said:
"A relationship that starts at the peak with an all-consuming passion has a higher risk of burning out quickly. It is my belief that a relationship that starts on a strong foundation of moderate love, mutual respect, shared beliefs and tolerance has a greater potential of growing better each day…just like fine wine.

As the saying goes... I love you more today than I did yesterday, but not as much as tomorrow." [also pseudo lyrics to a good song, also my title, obvi]

I like the quote bc I do think that the fiery passion can burn out and so it is not enough to stand alone. A strong foundation to stand on is a necessity. But you also need to love each other and each other's personality traits even without the passion. Head and heart must be balanced. With all of this in place then yes it prob works well if the man love the woman a wee bit more than she loves him.

Ok so what do you think?? What do you want and/or what works for you?

Sans beard, this is what I want in my future...
<3 UG

ps- remind me to tell you why I can't be with a bearded man. it makes a good story. one of those "you will laugh about this one day" stories.

gift me

Feel free to buy me this t-shirt from etsy (in size Medium). And I promise that if I pair it with that skirt I will also don some leggings. You have my word. Word.

Uptown Critic

Oh hi there, today I will review movies I've recently seen either in the theatre or on Netflix. And then, knowing my opinion matters most, you will know what to see and what to avoid. You're welcome.

All About Steve

pros: Bradley Cooper, crossword puzzle talk, great quote pertaining to crosswords and any challenge "Is it solvable? Is it entertaining? Does it sparkle?"

cons: terrible story, annoying, painful, increasingly ridiculous and not in a good way.

Uptown Grade: D as in Don't Bother. And you know its gotta be bad if Bradley Cooper is in it and I'm still saying Don't Bother.

Taken

pros: Liam Nieson, lots of kicking a$$ and taking names, interesting story, exciting, enthralling, made me want to fire my body guard and hire Liam Nieson as my personal protector.

cons: the ending didn't wow me and I think the writers should've contacted me to write a better ending for them; disturbing concepts re: things going on in the world that I usually try not to think about.

Uptown Grade: A as in Awesome Blossom. Rent it asap.

Sunshine Cleaning

pros: great acting (Amy Adams & Emily Blunt, et al), writing, interesting and compelling story that draws you in and keeps you interested, made me cry multiple times but not so much that my eyes were puffy the next day.

cons: a couple of odd and disturbing scenarios/adult scenes.
Uptown Grade: A- as in Awesome minus the Blossom. Rent it.

Last Chance Harvey

pros: good writing, story about a dead-beat-ish dad who is trying to redeem himself and this one also had me crying but not enough to get puffy-eyed. Sacot. Dustin Hoffman & Emma Thompson= great acting.

cons: not majorly compelling

Uptown Grade: B+ as in Basic plus part two parts Brill. Rent it eventually.

the wisdom of Gossip Girl

Thanks to my DVR, I got to watch this week's Gossip Girl episode last night. There was a line in this convo between Serena and Blair that jumped out at me and I said to myself, "self, that is not only sooo true, but it is also perfect for the blogizzle".
While recapping the bad experiences of her first week of college downtown at NYU Blair says to Serena, "The minute you cross 14th street, people forget there's a class system!"

Blair is an uptown girl and she is unaccustomed to travelling downtown. People don't tell you, but this is why passports are needed for crossing borders- as a reminder that you belong someplace else and will experience culture shock when you leave that someplace. Downtown and Uptown are a world apart. Well technically they are separated by the world of Midtown, but don't get me started on Midtown.

I feel ya uptown sister. True story. Truly. Trulio.

the many suits of David Boreanaz

Have I mentioned to you the small fact that I have a new boyfriend? Well, it will most likely be public knowledge soon enough because the paparazzi found us canoodling last night at a cozy little bistro here in New York.

[the above may or maynot be the complete and unbiased truth, you will have to use your judgement to decide whether you think I am out of this man's league]

I've compiled a few personal photos that I would like to share. The purpose of this swoon - and the reason I am encouraging you to swoon over my man - is to reinforce the lesson we've already learned. That men look best in suits.

Here he is, my boyfriend David Boreanaz in various suits...

Make no Bones about it, the man looks delish in his dark suit with a blue shirt. I would swear that he is looking thru me.

Heaven must be missing an Angel. His grey pinstripe suit is just darling on my darling.

Oh Davie, so debonair in your black suit with a black tie. Where are you taking me tonight? Do I need to get red carpet ready?

As most formal events these days are "black tie optional", I thought I'd also share a pic of my David in another suit...
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his birthday suit.

2nd post of the day

[out at a crowded firetrap of a sake bar on friday night. not drinking sake, but having a blast. new color, old 'do in a ponytail.]
[friday night cont'd. with Lovely Ladies. on a break from dancing.]

[sunday afternoon lounging on the sundeck with my entourage. doing a crossword and dozing. very mellow.]

[happy with both color and cut.]

[owning it. owning my hair color, owning my haircut, owning my city.]

If you don't see me on the regular you may not know the difference so I will enlighten you. My hair is way way darker than usual, and my new cut is a little different as well. It is darker than expected and I love it!

Which celeb most resembles me with my new look?

new 'do

Hair Weekend turned out to be fabulous! Liza dyed my hair on Friday after work... you will have to wait until I can get a picture on here to be surprised by the hue. Let's just say I looked very mod when we went to the 50s&60s dance party downtown.

On Saturday, I was pleasantly impressed by my stylist at Aveda. I'm in love with my new haircut. My stylist did exactly what I wanted her to do to my 'do and I left the salon barely able to recognize myself. Every time I see my reflection in the mirror (which happens to happen quite often) I do a double take and say to myself "self, are you wearing a wig? I like".

To top off my excitement surrounding my new look, I am also happy to announce that other New Yorkers followed suit in celebrating Hair Weekend... as I knew they would. Four friends that I saw on Saturday were either on their way to or returning from a hair appt. Okay so one of these friends was my sister Liza and we got our haircuts together, but she still counts as a follower since she has been copying me for circa 25 years. Although somewhere along the way I realized that my little sister's sense of style had surpassed my own and I bestowed upon her the honor of becoming my all-encompassing stylist (hair, make-up, clothing, bags, interior design, business cards.... et al). She takes it as the compliment that it so obviously is.

So, if Liza gets a chance she will send me the pics from our photoshoot and I will relieve the suspense you are feeling by displaying my glam headshot. But until then you will just have to wait and salivate.

Hair Weekend

Here comes the weekend. Will I miss being at my workplace for 2 whole days you ask? No. I will not.

To kick the weekend off right, I start tonight with my kickin Book Club mtg on the Upper Westside to discuss Sophie's Choice, after which we will go out to a 50s & 60s dance party downtown. Yes, I am venturing both crosstown and downtown in the very same night, I'm glad you picked up on that. It is hard to fathom isn't it?

Tomorrow I will practice being a Lady-who-Lunches so that I will be ready and highly skilled if when the opportunity to fill that role presents itself. How will I practice? I'll be meeting a couple of other girls for... wait for it... lunch.

I may dub this Hair Weekend, fyi. By the end of Hair Weekend, my hair will be dyed (by Liza, hairdresser to the stars) and cut into some new and soon to be determined 'do. Liza and I are both trying a new stylist at Aveda for our haircuts. It is a small tiny bitty bit scary to me. I loved my last stylist so much and trusted her for miles... until this hair-dye debacle. And after she basically blamed the problems on me, and knowing that the customer is always right, and being said customer, I decided it was time to move on. On to the unknown.

Brace yourselves bloggers. By the time you see me on Monday (virtually) I will be both rested and hopefully looking completely and unquestionably glam. That said, there is this off chance that I may be crying uncontrollably with a frightening mushroom bowl cut, blue hair, and a nose ring come next week. As per usual, time will tell. I hope you can contain your excitement this wknd, and if you simply cannot, feel free to leave me a zillion comments and blog about me. I'll understand.

Move More, Eat More

I remember listening to Dr. Laura years ago when I had a car and drove a lot and listened to talk-radio-psychology. She said the best way to lose weight is not dieting or getting crazy, but to eat less and move more.
Well, duh.

I'm not on a weight loss kick by any means, nor do I plan to start eating less. I just don't want to. I like eating crap and I like eating a lot of it. I eat healthy food, too. Before you ask the obvious question of "what is your crap to healthy food ratio??", I'll just offer this info: I'd say the ratio is at about 1:1 (fyi- you can be so nosey sometimes).

Anywho... I am trying to move more. I have a gym in my building and I sometimes neglect it. I am making a concerted effort to spend more quality time on the treadmill, catching up on my running and listening to my ipod. This requires me to be more disciplined than I am naturally. I have to set aside time- often cutting into my morning sleep/snooze button ritual. I know what you're thinking: "oh Uptown Girl, the horror!!". And I'll agree with you this once. Waking up any earlier in the morning than necessary is a horrific thing to do on purpose.
So, yes, I'm running more now, and I'm also walking the long 1.88 miles back and forth to work this week and foregoing my usual bus ride. The bus drivers miss my presence, I'm sure, bc I honestly think I am among the creme de la creme of their daily clientele. Obvi, and for these reasons: I am a posh Uptown Girl, I don't smell bad, I don't talk to myself, I don't talk to invisible people, I know how to use the rear exit door, and I never sit in the handicapped seating.
I'm really enjoying the walking btw. This is the perfect weather for it- not hot and not cold. The nice cool breeze seems to prevent sweat and everything. Good deal.

I'm not expecting this to lead to any significant weight loss, but just hope that I'll get a little more toned and increase my endurance to match that of an average and not-so-sedentary 28 year old. This woman at the nail salon asked how old I was earlier this week (rude) and I said I was 29. What is wrong with me?? My sister quickly corrected me, but why do I age myself in my mind? Mayhaps I'm just mentally preparing for my birthday in December. That has to be it.

Also, I joined a running class that starts next month to work on my endurance, speed, and technique. Ideally the coach will be gorgeous, single, way into me, and have a tip to share that will reveal a major flaw in my current running technique. And once I repair this flaw, running will be easier, less sweaty, and I'll be fast as lightening (look for me in the 2012 Olympic Games- I'll be wearing pink) with my newfound hunk of a man. After we fall in love, I'll say to him: Oh let's get rich and buy our parents homes in the south of France. Let's get rich and give everybody nice sweaters and teach them how to dance. Let's get rich and build our house on a mountain making everybody look like ants... you and I... you and I.

Ok, those last few lines are lyrics from "You and I" by Ingrid Michaelson and I'm a bit obsessed with the song. I heart it. And I really will sing that to my running coach if he is as amazing as I want him to be. Time will tell and I'll let you know how it turns out (but not for another month bc my class starts in October. be patient little one!) .

don't worry, be happy

It has come to my attention that some ineffable people are feeling cranky and down in the dumps today. We all have hard days sometimes. Well, I shouldn't say 'we' because, after all, I am an Uptown Girl and all of my days are glamorous and fantastic.

Anyway.... I have generously put together some reasons why you (yes YOU!!) should be happy today. Pay close attention and prepare yourself for a big sappy smile.

Reasons to smile:

1. It isn't raining
2. Unless you count dealing with roomies or spouses or children or pets, you can look forward to tonight when you will let your hair down for some quality alone time
3. You get to read the best blog ever and it was updated today especially for you
4. You haven't had a political debate or argument with your co-workers this week
5. Your new business cards came in the mail and nothing is wrong with them. They even have your name spelled right
6. DVR
7. Your sugar free coffe-mate didn't add a lot of calories to your day/didn't negate your early morning workout like the cream+sugar in my coffee
8. If you go to my gym, my friend Vic watches your butt as you workout and will tell you as you start to look more toned
9. Kanye has never once stolen your thunder
10. Your office nemesis is acting one degree warmer (that is one degree Fahrenheit)
11. Your nails look gorgeous as does your hair
12. Uptown Girl complimented your hair and nails... and that is a high honor... obvi
13. Someone special loves you even more than he/she/it loves reading this here blogizzle, and that is obvi a tribute to your lovableness bc it is hard to tear oneself away from the computer when I've posted (as you and I both can attest)
14. You love someone special almost as much as you love reading this here blogizzle and it is a tribute to your sense of duty that at times you tear yourself away from the computer to be with him/her/it
15. It is Wednesday which means that at least Monday and Tuesday are done and we will never see those 2 dratted days again

Happy Wednesday Blogland!

Lovey Says

Today I will begin a new blog feature for your viewing pleasure. You obvi know the topic already just by reading the title... but I will elaborate.

In February of this year I took a major risk and left the peace and quiet of my own studio apartment in order to move in with Liza (my little sister) and Lovey (my sister from another mother). We were really excited to try living together, but nervous at the same time. Luckily, it turned out to be A-MAZE-ING. Instead of just living in some small city apartment alone, I now live in a homey home with my homies. Sweetness.

Lovey is one of the most loving and lovable besties an Uptown Girl could ask for, and one of the loveliest roomies ever. And she gets my sense of humor. And she would like the opportunity to contribute some of her Uptown thoughts and queries to the blogizzle. Fo shizzle.

And I have graciously agreed to post some of her Uptown thoughts here and there. From time to time. I am giving Lovey the chance to feel as important as I do. So, you're welcome Lovey. After all, she is an Uptown Girl, too, and should therefore hone her self-importance and develop her skills of condescension. Don't you agree?

On the subway on Halloween (our limo driver had the night off). I went as Facebook. Lovey was a Ladybug.

Liza: I know you must be feeling awfully left out right about now, and I want to be sensitive to that when I say: it is not all about you. Jk jk, but more on you later.


The topic Lovey has asked me to address today is that of Upper East Side (UES) dog owners. These are Lovey's thoughts:


"I think you should write about how shitty the UES is- literally. out of all the people in NYC the UES community is the wealthiest and they DO NOT pick up after their dogs. I was walking to work today and there was shit schmeered all over the sidewalk. what do they do? mush it around to piss off the poor people that dont live in their neighborhood?? its really irritating and unacceptable from people who 'claim' to be classy!!!!!"


My thoughts are quite different from Lovey's however:


I mean, is it completely "irritating and unacceptable" to have to look where I am walking at all times to be sure to avoid stepping in something disgusting and acquiring a stank that will not leave the bottom of my shoe for days? Of course. But I do not blame the dog owners. I don't want to have to clean up after a dog either. I mean- eww, gross-gusting. The problem is not the owner, it is the dog-walker. Let's get serious... the wealthy VIPs are simply not out and about walking their precious pups themselves, why would they? They are paying mega-bucks to have some everyman do the nasty job for them. I therefore blame the UES dog-walker community for the problem. They are either not properly picking up after their multitude of charges... or they are taking too many vacay days and leaving the yuppy dog-owners to attempt to walk their own dogs... and we can't expect the owners to pooper scoop, can we?? They are way too important for such menial tasks. As am I... as am I.


As always, I like to get a take on what my readers think about the topic at hand. Do you agree with Lovey? Does the blame lie with the collective UES community dog owners? Or do you agree with my views? As Uptown Girls, Lovey and I both have lots of opinions re: UES life and, from now on, you will have the distinct honor of not only reading but also commenting on these VIPs (Very Important Positions). You're welcome in advance.

tell me why...

Why does coffee taste better when I pay $1.25 and get it at the street cart (from the guy who tells me I have nice eyes) than when I make it myself or buy it at a gourmet cafe?



Why does my hair have a mind of its own?



Why do I remember to call people back when I'm in the middle of something already and then forget completely when I have free time?



Why is Monday part of the work week when it should so obviously be part of the weekend?

Why does ice cream taste best straight out of the carton?

Why do I remember some dreams so vividly but forget others even before I open my eyes?



Why do certain foods get caught in my teeth?



Why is Kanye West such an arse? And why didn't Taylor Swift show him her mean left hook?



Why don't I have a cool accent?



Why doesn't my chauffeur ever arrive in time?



Why doesn't Ryan Reynolds get the hint that I'm not interested (he is a married man after all; plus there is a line... obvi)?



Why can't the summer last forever? And why can't I spend all my time at an all-inclusive resort on a tropical beach?
Soooo... who can answer these oh-so-important life questions? I know I'm getting philosophical on you and it is only Monday morning, but this is what I have on my mind today, so you will just have to deal with it. What are you wondering?

we remember

O beautiful for spacious skies,

For amber waves of grain;

For purple mountain majesties

Above the fruited plain!

America! America!

God shed His grace on thee,

And crown thy good with brotherhood,

From sea to shining sea.

O beautiful for pilgrim feet

Whose stern, impassioned stress

A thoroughfare for freedom beat

Across the wilderness!

America! America!

God mend thine every flaw,

Confirm thy soul in self control,

Thy liberty in law!

O beautiful for heroes proved

In liberating strife,

Who more than self their country loved,

And mercy more than life!

America! America!

May God thy gold refine,

Till all success be nobleness,

And every gain divine.

O beautiful for patriot dream

That sees beyond the years

Thine alabaster cities gleam,

Undimmed by human tears!

America! America!

God mend thine every flaw,

Confirm thy soul in self control,

Thy liberty in law.

time for a change

It is that time again... the time that I decide to change my most prominent accessory... time for a new hairstyle.

My hair is so long it is hitting my collar bone and I'm looking a bit shaggy. Not sure whether it is more of a Shaggy of Scooby-Doo or Shaggy of Reggae music, but that is sort of besides the point bc thankfully I don't resemble either.

After some deep thought and google image searches I think I'll get a bob, just below my chin or even a little longer. And I'm debating the endless bang possibilities. Bangs straight across covering my forehead? Swooping bangs? Grow my bangs out? Feathered? Ok not feathered, I tried that one in fifth grade and its so played out and lamespice no matter what my mom tells you. Obvi.

Ok well time to say Toodles bc that is the extent of my deep thoughts for the day. Now I'm off to pick up my number and t-shirt for a race I'll be run/walking on Saturday. Yeah, I'm so out of the running habit that I have to stop and walk the stinking hills. This is why I decide to sign up for races: #1 bc I always win, and #2 bc it forces me to get back into running when if I get lazy like this summer!

Random post, I know, but please feel free to weigh in on the hair and offer your ideas, opinions, suggestions, and of course praise!

Fidelity

These are the full song lyrics to Fidelity by Regina 'Oh-So-In-My-Head' Spektor. I wouldn't say that she describes my thoughts exactly, but she is close enough...

Fidelity

(shake it up)

I never loved nobody fully

Always one foot on the ground

And by protecting my heart truly

I got lost in the sounds

.

I hear in my mind

All these voices

I hear in my mind all these words

I hear in my mind all this music

And it breaks my heart

And it breaks my heart

And it breaks my heart

It breaks my heart

.

And suppose I never met you

Suppose we never fell in love

Suppose I never ever let you kiss me so sweet and so soft

Suppose I never ever saw you

Suppose we never ever called

Suppose I kept on singing love songs just to break my own fall

Just to break my fall

Just to break my fall

Break my fall

Break my fall

.

All my friends say that of course its gonna get better

Gonna get better

Better better better better

Better better better

.

I never love nobody fully

Always one foot on the ground

And by protecting by heart truly

I got lost In the sounds

.

I hear in my mind

All these voices

I hear in my mind all these words

I hear in my mind

All this music

And it breaks my heart

It breaks my heart

Breaks my heart

Breaks my heart

.

[ Fidelity Lyrics on http://www.lyricsmania.com/ ]

cheer me up

I have not been a very good blogger these last 6 days.
I have been sad and feeling yucky.

Yes, that's right, what I've got they used to call the blues.

In the words of a broken heart, it's just emotion that's taken me over. Ok, I'm writing in song lyrics once again. I can't help it. You know you love it and/or it freaks you out (and feel free to name the songs I quoted or perhaps mis-quoted). As I've said before, I think better in song lyrics They seem to help me express whatever it is I'm feeling. Especially if my feelings are a jumbled up heap of mess- picture a closet with random shoes and clothes that need sorting, but instead they are in a big pile that begins to overflow when you open the door. Add a few dust bunnies.

Also that is a visual of my actual closet.

I'm super into listening to my music this week. And my computer is working better than usual and allowing my precious imeem to come thru. I'm into my precious Oldies, Ingrid Michaelson, Taylor Swift, and Regina Spektor. Still. Remember when I posted about patience a couple weeks back? I was in a spot where I had to choose one of two paths and was waffling. Well my patience paid off and my thoughts and feelings became clear. Unfortunately my gut was so clearly telling me to choose another path than the one I was taking. And I hurt someone that I care about. I broke-up with an awesome guy. And now I feel just awful. He didn't see it coming. I am going thru the shoulda woulda couldas. I shoulda woulda coulda told him that I was having doubts instead of giving him a shock that sent him into next year.

I know I need to listen to my gut because when I ignore those deep nagging feelings I get myself into trouble. I just want to know why my gut has to make things so difficult for me?

To quote just one more song... I wish it would rain.

{yes even my title is a song lyric. and yes, I know I'm crazy}

Land O' Lakes

Here I am to give you more info on my recent mini-vacay up north. I know you've been waiting patiently and you can rest easy because the waiting is at an end. The anticipation has been killing you, hasn't it??

First, I should tell you that my work conference on Friday and Saturday was perfection. I stayed a hotel in Minneapolis in a comfy bed in a room that was pitch black when I pulled the shades and turned out the lights. This may sound strange to you, but it was quite luxurious for this city chick. My room at home is bright. Way. Too. Bright. Both during the night when I'm sleeping and in the morning when I'm trying to sleep-in. Between the street lights and the southern exposure I am doomed. Oh, and windows that won't support any shades other than the ones that came in the windows. And lets just say that said shades are insufficient when it comes to blocking out light. Anywho.... at this hotel I was spoiled by a dark night to sleep deeply. This, of course, is after a full day of learning useful and exciting information, being constantly fed delicious rich food, networking with some awesome nurses, and soaking in a hot tub for at least one hour and a half. Bliss.

On Saturday, after being stuffed some more, I finally felt a bit of fear. I thought to myself, "Uptown Girl, why are these people trying to fatten you up so much? This is worrisome." With this newfound fear to drive me, I continued to eat and eat... and eat, until my pants had to be unbuttoned. No big deal. As you know, I'm still alive and now have fat stored up in case I don't get fed again until spring. It really was a useful conference, and I made it out alive.

After the conference ended, I rented a car and drove about an hour north-west of Minneapolis to visit my college friend and former roomie, Mary and her husband, Gary. Their names rhyme. The entire drive was gorgeous. Blue skies stretching for miles, white clouds, and landscape as far as I could see. I saw farms, and fields, and trees... lots of green nature... and more blue lakes than you can even imagine. This is a big deal for me since in NYC all I see are buildings, pavement, the East River from time to time, and more buildings. But in MN, wow, I could see the horizon! A-maze-ing.

Visiting Mary and meeting her hubby for the first time was wonderful. They were so hospitable and welcoming. I stayed in their guest room (also dark thru the night- I mean, halleluiah!) along with all of Mary's designer bags. I may or may not have brought one or two home with me. It was a misunderstanding... I promise. We had a great time catching up, remembering old times. Such as the fact that Mary and I met 10 years ago but haven't aged a day. *wink* We reminisced about our evolving styles and some of the terrible fashion choices I made in college. Don't ask. I disclosed to Mary&Gary my growing need for eye cream. Gary gave me a homeopathic moisturizer suggestion. Mary&Gary took me out for dinner at this yummy restaurant overlooking a scenic lake. One of 10,000. *thanks Mary&Gary... i heart you both*

There is more, much more to this story, and I will give you a "Mini-Vacay Up North Part Two: Papa Buck, Cows, and Culture". But, alas, I must away. I have this thing to do called work. Perhaps you've heard of it. It is a torture created to suck the very life out of people far and wide. A travesty really. I'm above it all, obvi, but due to some strange phenomenon I must lower myself to do this work. And as a result of this twisted hiccup in nature, those of us with jobs are even grateful to have the work. It's bizarre really. I have heard that money doesn't grow on trees. And I ask, "why not?" With technology and environmental advances, with genetic adaptations of all sorts of plants and trees, why doesn't modern science allow for money-growing trees? A money tree would solve a myriad of problems world-wide.

[Note to self: become a scientist and invent "The Money Tree, by Uptown Girl".]

Minnesoooooooooota

I'm back in NYC due to popular demand.

I'm sorry I didn't post anything yesterday like I said I would... oops. I didn't really account for the laziness jetlag that hit me. It took a lot of effort to do my work. And I have a lot of catching-up to do at work, and also in blogland. I have ever so many posts to read on your blogs. Yes, I fell behind. Funny how far away I felt without the internet.

I will post again very soon to give you a full update and lots of details about my trip. But first I have to do some work. So sad, I know.

Don't worry though, because I am posting 1 little pic for you to swoon over....

Minnesota Glamour Girls: mary & me