HOLY COW (or should it be holy Llama?)! My dreams have come true - now if only I can get Kristi to stop on her way home and pick up my new pet, my life will be complete!
I will hold it and hug it and squish it forever and ever!
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
I could start an 'emails from my brother' blog.
I received this from Joe this morning:
HOLY COW (or should it be holy Llama?)! My dreams have come true - now if only I can get Kristi to stop on her way home and pick up my new pet, my life will be complete!
I will hold it and hug it and squish it forever and ever!
HOLY COW (or should it be holy Llama?)! My dreams have come true - now if only I can get Kristi to stop on her way home and pick up my new pet, my life will be complete!
I will hold it and hug it and squish it forever and ever!
Monday, March 10, 2008
someone should have told me...
about spring skiing.
i've been trying to plan one last trip up to vermont for some snowboarding before it gets too warm out. my sister wanted to go but we couldn't find a weekend that worked for both of us so we gave up. then i get an email from my brother telling me i should just come up on my own and that it would have to be in the next four weeks for them to be there and the mountain to still be open. turns out i'm free the last weekend of march so i start looking into the possibilty. i call my brother tonight to discuss plane vs. train dilemma and i inquire if it would still be cold enough for boarding and he says it would be spring skiing and i ask what's that.
this is the description he gave: basically it's 50 or 60 degress and you're boarding in a long-sleeve t-shirt and the snow is pretty soft and you're getting a tan as you're boarding.
and i'm wondering why no one has ever told me about this spring skiing thing and why i'm wasting my time being up there in january in negative 40 weather freezing my ass off and being miserable and falling on ice when i could've just waited for spring skiing. dude best idea ever!
so now the plane vs. train dilemma. either way i'm missing the same amount of time at work.
train is a little under $100. pros: penn station is super easy to get to. it's cheaper. probably a pretty cool trip - scenery-wise. good for the environment cons: 16-hour trip to be up there for one night.
i found a flight for $145 pros: much more time in vermont. cons: la guardia is annoying as hell to get to and pretty much the worst in the nation in terms of delays and canceled flights and such. slightly more expensive.
i hate making decisions. make it for me?
i've been trying to plan one last trip up to vermont for some snowboarding before it gets too warm out. my sister wanted to go but we couldn't find a weekend that worked for both of us so we gave up. then i get an email from my brother telling me i should just come up on my own and that it would have to be in the next four weeks for them to be there and the mountain to still be open. turns out i'm free the last weekend of march so i start looking into the possibilty. i call my brother tonight to discuss plane vs. train dilemma and i inquire if it would still be cold enough for boarding and he says it would be spring skiing and i ask what's that.
this is the description he gave: basically it's 50 or 60 degress and you're boarding in a long-sleeve t-shirt and the snow is pretty soft and you're getting a tan as you're boarding.
and i'm wondering why no one has ever told me about this spring skiing thing and why i'm wasting my time being up there in january in negative 40 weather freezing my ass off and being miserable and falling on ice when i could've just waited for spring skiing. dude best idea ever!
so now the plane vs. train dilemma. either way i'm missing the same amount of time at work.
train is a little under $100. pros: penn station is super easy to get to. it's cheaper. probably a pretty cool trip - scenery-wise. good for the environment cons: 16-hour trip to be up there for one night.
i found a flight for $145 pros: much more time in vermont. cons: la guardia is annoying as hell to get to and pretty much the worst in the nation in terms of delays and canceled flights and such. slightly more expensive.
i hate making decisions. make it for me?
he was asking for it.
my brother can't tell me this story and not expect it to end up in my blog. for serious.
i thought ken had started it. she was the one who told me. years ago actually. she said your brother looks like a turtle. she didn't say it mean. she just said it as fact. and it was true.
then i'm in the museum of natural history with my brother and jill and there's this turtle and jill makes anthony stand near it to take a picture. i think i must have told her about ken's remark. but i hadn't. apparently she's been telling anthony that he looks like a turtle for years. i mean it's pretty obvious i guess.
take a look for yourself:
so i'm talking to anthony tonight and he tells me how he was at the doctor and she was telling him he has some back issues or something with his posture and stuff and she says part of it's the posture but that part of it is that his head just kind of sticks out from his head weird or something and he laughs and says that his sister always told him he looked like a turtle and that must be why. so he goes home and tells jill this and she says no i think you just look like turtle. although that probably doesn't help things.
i thought ken had started it. she was the one who told me. years ago actually. she said your brother looks like a turtle. she didn't say it mean. she just said it as fact. and it was true.
then i'm in the museum of natural history with my brother and jill and there's this turtle and jill makes anthony stand near it to take a picture. i think i must have told her about ken's remark. but i hadn't. apparently she's been telling anthony that he looks like a turtle for years. i mean it's pretty obvious i guess.
take a look for yourself:
so i'm talking to anthony tonight and he tells me how he was at the doctor and she was telling him he has some back issues or something with his posture and stuff and she says part of it's the posture but that part of it is that his head just kind of sticks out from his head weird or something and he laughs and says that his sister always told him he looked like a turtle and that must be why. so he goes home and tells jill this and she says no i think you just look like turtle. although that probably doesn't help things.
redecorating.
i like to redecorate my apartment. in my mind. i like to create these really awesome spaces that don't actually exist. in reality when my friend first saw my room in my new apartment she remarked that it looked exactly like my room at my parent's, just moved 45 miles north. and in reality i don't have much control over the interior decoration of a lot of the rooms in my apartment since i share it with two other girls. so i redecorate it in my mind. i fill all the rooms of my apartment with wicked cool environmentally-conscious hand-made furniture that i could never afford or fit in my tiny apartment. i even redecorate the views from my windows in my apartment. instead of looking out onto a highway i can see the nyc skyline (except from the opposite direction of what i could see now if i could see the skyline from my window because in my mind i live in brooklyn) or palm trees and bridges (cuz sometimes in my mind i live in venice beach).
also in my mind. i'd totally decorate my kitchen around this silk-screen poster over at the small stakes:
wouldn't you want to live inside my head?
also in my mind. i'd totally decorate my kitchen around this silk-screen poster over at the small stakes:
wouldn't you want to live inside my head?
the set up.
my aunt is having work done on her house. she decides she wants to set me up with one of the guys doing the work. she asks me if 33 is too old for me. she brings me to the house to "meet" this guy which consists of the quickest of hello's ever. she asks if she can give him my number if he asks for it. i figure this guy isn't going to ask for my number after a two second meet n' greet. he does. he calls. we talk for approximately two seconds during which he asks if i like to drink and if i'd like to go to a beer fest in atlantic city. i agree to go cuz i'm not quick on my feet. in all honesty i'm good with beer, i hate atlantic city. also, a road trip to atlantic city with some guy i don't know = weirdest first date ever. but i figure it'll make for a good story so whatev.
then the regret sets in. not just because i've now committed to going to a beer fest in atlantic city with some 33-year-old named brian that i don't know who still lives with his parents (did i not mention that? yikes!), but more importantly, because my family knows him! so my aunt starts calling daily asking if brian has called yet. if we've made plans. when are we hanging out? then i go home for the weekend and i'm having dinner with my *almost* entire family and gigi starts bringing up this guy and asking all sorts of questions and then my mom gets in on it and i try to leave the table but i'm sitting in the back and no one will get up to let me out because they like to watch me suffer. and then i'm going bowling and my aunt asks if brian is going bowling. and i think she means my brother's friend brian since my brother was also going and his friend lives near the bowling alley and i say that i'm not sure. and then i realize she means brian brian and i think gross and i try to leave. but before i do i mention the billy joel tickets i got that morning and my mother says 'maybe brian would like to go to billy joel.' because yeah i'm going to waste a billy joel ticket on some guy i don't know. are you f'in kidding me!! so i go bowling and after bowling my aunt asks who came bowling and i tell her and i say brian and my aunt gets all excited and i wonder why she cares that much that mike's brother brian came bowling and then i realize she thinks brian came bowling and it makes my head almost explode.
and then nothing.
nothing from my mom. nothing from my aunt. and nothing from brian. the weekend i was supposed to be at the beer fest? nothing.
and i'm happy if not confused.
but then yesterday my aunt calls me. she asks about brian. i inform her he never called me back and that i'm okay with that and to just drop it. she informs me that she has also learned that he doesn't drive. doesn't even have his license. how i, someone living in jersey city without a car, was supposed to date someone not living in jersey city without a license is beyond me. but she continues. she informs me that there's a new guy working on the house. he's in his 30's. divorced. a teacher. and he wants her to set him up with me. i inquire why all these men working on my aunt's house want to be set up with me, someone they don't know at all. she says she shows them my picture. i inquire which picture. i think i must look pretty hot in this picture. she says the picture from the ski trip. the ski trip? i ask. the youth group ski trip? from high school? this guy wants to be set up with me based on a picture from when i'm 17!!!
she says she also shows them the picture of me with my cousins. in which i'm 19. which i guess is okay. cuz i'm legal?
then the regret sets in. not just because i've now committed to going to a beer fest in atlantic city with some 33-year-old named brian that i don't know who still lives with his parents (did i not mention that? yikes!), but more importantly, because my family knows him! so my aunt starts calling daily asking if brian has called yet. if we've made plans. when are we hanging out? then i go home for the weekend and i'm having dinner with my *almost* entire family and gigi starts bringing up this guy and asking all sorts of questions and then my mom gets in on it and i try to leave the table but i'm sitting in the back and no one will get up to let me out because they like to watch me suffer. and then i'm going bowling and my aunt asks if brian is going bowling. and i think she means my brother's friend brian since my brother was also going and his friend lives near the bowling alley and i say that i'm not sure. and then i realize she means brian brian and i think gross and i try to leave. but before i do i mention the billy joel tickets i got that morning and my mother says 'maybe brian would like to go to billy joel.' because yeah i'm going to waste a billy joel ticket on some guy i don't know. are you f'in kidding me!! so i go bowling and after bowling my aunt asks who came bowling and i tell her and i say brian and my aunt gets all excited and i wonder why she cares that much that mike's brother brian came bowling and then i realize she thinks brian came bowling and it makes my head almost explode.
and then nothing.
nothing from my mom. nothing from my aunt. and nothing from brian. the weekend i was supposed to be at the beer fest? nothing.
and i'm happy if not confused.
but then yesterday my aunt calls me. she asks about brian. i inform her he never called me back and that i'm okay with that and to just drop it. she informs me that she has also learned that he doesn't drive. doesn't even have his license. how i, someone living in jersey city without a car, was supposed to date someone not living in jersey city without a license is beyond me. but she continues. she informs me that there's a new guy working on the house. he's in his 30's. divorced. a teacher. and he wants her to set him up with me. i inquire why all these men working on my aunt's house want to be set up with me, someone they don't know at all. she says she shows them my picture. i inquire which picture. i think i must look pretty hot in this picture. she says the picture from the ski trip. the ski trip? i ask. the youth group ski trip? from high school? this guy wants to be set up with me based on a picture from when i'm 17!!!
she says she also shows them the picture of me with my cousins. in which i'm 19. which i guess is okay. cuz i'm legal?
Friday, March 07, 2008
If it's not a race then what's the point?
My brother = super athletic guy.
My brother also owns super pants but that's a different story for a different day.
My brother's activity of choice is biking. He's hardcore. I'd give you examples but I don't feel like it.
My brother also runs but not like he bikes. So we ran this race together back in the fall and my brother did alright. He didn't come in first or anything but his time was still really good.
So I say to him, if this were a bike race, he'd probably be up there with the first people to finish. He'd probably come in first, right? And he responds that when he participates in these group biking activites (also known as races) that it's not a race and he's not out to beat anyone else. And I respond that I understand that but if it were a race you would be considered the winner, correct? And he says, again, that it's not like that. He bikes for himself and not to beat anyone else. And I ask again, this time trying a different tactic, that if he were biking with a group of people, not in any way a race setting, but just biking to bike that due to his speed and the speed of the other bikers he would probably finish before the other bikers were to finish. Not because he was trying to beat them but just because he was faster.
My brother just looked at me funny and walked away.
My brother also owns super pants but that's a different story for a different day.
My brother's activity of choice is biking. He's hardcore. I'd give you examples but I don't feel like it.
My brother also runs but not like he bikes. So we ran this race together back in the fall and my brother did alright. He didn't come in first or anything but his time was still really good.
So I say to him, if this were a bike race, he'd probably be up there with the first people to finish. He'd probably come in first, right? And he responds that when he participates in these group biking activites (also known as races) that it's not a race and he's not out to beat anyone else. And I respond that I understand that but if it were a race you would be considered the winner, correct? And he says, again, that it's not like that. He bikes for himself and not to beat anyone else. And I ask again, this time trying a different tactic, that if he were biking with a group of people, not in any way a race setting, but just biking to bike that due to his speed and the speed of the other bikers he would probably finish before the other bikers were to finish. Not because he was trying to beat them but just because he was faster.
My brother just looked at me funny and walked away.
Running Man
I have a love/hate relationship with running. In theory I want to be a runner and in reality I'm actually not a bad runner. And I'm pretty good at psyching myself up about running especially when it's warm out. But the actual act of running? Makes me want to hurt someone kinda.
And then my brother - major super athletic guy - is all like, come up to Vermont and run a lot with other people - it's like a race. But it doesn't matter who wins. It's just about the running. Which is total bs because why enter a race if you don't planning on winning. But I could plan on winning but then reality sets in and I'm almost beat by a 90-year-old woman.
So there's this race in Burlington in May. And I was all psyched about it because Jill and I were going to relay run the marathon, each running about 13 miles. Which, I know, is insane but I thought hey, it's only 13 miles I could totally run that! Reality has nothing to do with running. But then we didn't get picked in the lottery. Which I was almost kinda happy about because then I could say, well I was going to run 13 miles but they wouldn't let me! Damn them! All the while secretely pleased that I wouldn't have to run 13 miles. But as it turns out the actual marathon isn't lottery-based so anyone can do that. Well, anyone stupid enough to want to run 27 miles. And then the question arises...am I that stupid?
Because I think y'know as long as I don't die how cool would it be to be able to say I ran a freakin' marathon! But that's if I don't die. And 27 miles? That's like a really really long way. And well, I may have ulterior motives for the run. Because, well, and this is totally horribly embarrasing to even admit, but maybe a little bit has to do with the fact that my brother's really super cute friend might be running the race and yay I could spend time with really super cute friend but then also boo cuz he'd see how much I suck at running and at life and also I could die and that would kinda ruin any chance I'd have with brother's super cute friend but then I find out about this guy and I think man I need to run. I also need to go to England and make this guy my friend because seriously? Fags and booze? Coolest old guy ever!
And then my brother - major super athletic guy - is all like, come up to Vermont and run a lot with other people - it's like a race. But it doesn't matter who wins. It's just about the running. Which is total bs because why enter a race if you don't planning on winning. But I could plan on winning but then reality sets in and I'm almost beat by a 90-year-old woman.
So there's this race in Burlington in May. And I was all psyched about it because Jill and I were going to relay run the marathon, each running about 13 miles. Which, I know, is insane but I thought hey, it's only 13 miles I could totally run that! Reality has nothing to do with running. But then we didn't get picked in the lottery. Which I was almost kinda happy about because then I could say, well I was going to run 13 miles but they wouldn't let me! Damn them! All the while secretely pleased that I wouldn't have to run 13 miles. But as it turns out the actual marathon isn't lottery-based so anyone can do that. Well, anyone stupid enough to want to run 27 miles. And then the question arises...am I that stupid?
Because I think y'know as long as I don't die how cool would it be to be able to say I ran a freakin' marathon! But that's if I don't die. And 27 miles? That's like a really really long way. And well, I may have ulterior motives for the run. Because, well, and this is totally horribly embarrasing to even admit, but maybe a little bit has to do with the fact that my brother's really super cute friend might be running the race and yay I could spend time with really super cute friend but then also boo cuz he'd see how much I suck at running and at life and also I could die and that would kinda ruin any chance I'd have with brother's super cute friend but then I find out about this guy and I think man I need to run. I also need to go to England and make this guy my friend because seriously? Fags and booze? Coolest old guy ever!
Jeffrey Brown = Love
So I'm newly obsessed with alt/indie graphic novels. Forbidden Planet has become a very dangerous place for me, www.fartparty.org is like my new fav site, and Jeffrey Brown is totally my new imaginary boyfriend*.
So finding out that Jeff illustrated a video for Death Cab for Cute? Ummm...OMG! Like major!! [Note: overly exciting things make me talk/type/act like a moron]
*The fact that in most of Jeffrey Brown's books he actually very much reminds me of a recent boyfriend-like person in my life is only kinda weird and disturbing. I'd still date him.
So finding out that Jeff illustrated a video for Death Cab for Cute? Ummm...OMG! Like major!! [Note: overly exciting things make me talk/type/act like a moron]
*The fact that in most of Jeffrey Brown's books he actually very much reminds me of a recent boyfriend-like person in my life is only kinda weird and disturbing. I'd still date him.
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