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2007-03-07T13:13:00.000-05:00

Sorry but this blog and the trash contained herein is closed. This blogger is being reinvented. I can likely say that if you liked this you won't like the new one so I won't challenge you to find it. Happy Trails.

The Meet / Meat Market

2006-03-09T21:13:00.000-05:00

It only seemed right to post pics of JPR's friends macking it up at the local radio station's MEAT market!

Only in New England....

2006-02-20T22:37:00.000-05:00

There is one place where life and seasons imitate such craziness as here in good old Connecticut...

Two feet of snow, 60 degrees, and 50 mile an hour winds all in the same week...

Tranquility, promise, and turmoil...

You never know what is around the corner behind the next sunset or storm.

Miracle on 6th Street....

2005-12-23T11:01:00.000-05:00

Ok, so I know it been over a month since I posted but I choose to blame that entirely on snortmonkey monopolizing most of my time.

So in the spirit of the holiday season I figured I would post a couple pictures from my very first "Christmas in NYC". It was quite a miracle that we ended up leaving NY the day before the Transit strike started (woohoo!) however that didn't make it any easier to catch a cab at 4:00 pm when the shifts are changing in the city....

So we took the lovely Metro North rail train into the the city on Sunday morning and stayed in a brand new hotel at 6th and 39th. It was very nice. After a nice lunch we headed over to the MoMA - The Museum of Modern Art.

This was quite entertaining as I was having a hard time keeping tabs on JPR there. If I hadn't dragged him out of the room with the "choir" singing (40 individual speakers each with the voice of one of the people making up the choir coming out of it) he would probably still be sitting there right now!

After a nice gift exchange we headed off to dinner at Cite' - a very nice restaurant on 51st St.

We then took a chilly walk over to Rockefeller Center - but it was definitely worth the cold toes that resulted! A very nice NYPD officer offered to take our picture since we were doing a rather poor job of tring the stretch out your arm and take the pic due to our height difference and the fact that we were standing up....

We then proceeded to the nearest bar cause it was DARN cold! There were some authentic Irish people there...I LOVE accents... JPR was slightly less interested in the cute bar tended with the Irish accent than I was.... But we did successfully take a self portrait:

We retired early as we had an exciting morning of Ice Skating the next day! Tall people with skinny legs fall much farther when THEY fall on the ice...

Well I am off to deliver JPR to the airport to visit sunny FL...grr. So you can blame this lame post on him! :-)

A Journey to the Armpit of the USA...

2005-11-14T23:29:00.000-05:00

An exciting weekend in the life of Miss C.

This weekend's adventures involved a nice little road trip to good old NJ to grace the younger generation of deepher's with the presence of some truly amazing alumnae at their alumnae day.
Hadn't been back in about 4 years and was interesting to see what they had done to the place but was a bit of a bust due to poor scheduleing and communication, not nearly as many of the cool people I would have liked to catch up with were there. But I did get to see Seaman, Quigs, Rachel, Crystal and her ever cheerful hubby, Henry. (We never made fun of him by saying "Oh, Henry" --- I swear!)

I was lucky enough to have company with me on my adventure however I resent my company being referred to as a "poodle". First off I don't even LIKE poodles, second, if you are going to try to make an analogy or comparison or whatnot - do it right! I mean poodles are so pompus they definitely don't follow you around. So if you are trying to make the jab at least use something like a golden retreiver - they're cute and so dumb they would follow you anywhere! Much better I think, but that's just me!

So after prancing around "the house" for a bit People mentioned above, minus Rachel, plus my company went out for a pleasant dinner in Princeton at The Alchemist and The Barrister . Very Princeton name I think.

We also enjoyed the best brunch EVER at PJ's Pancake House. You so cannot go to Princeton without a stop at PJ's.

For those of you who may not have know (ahem, JPR) Princeton is not just a University, it is a town. A Town in NJ. Who knew? Oy.

ANYWAY.... WE of course also stopped at my second favorite place after The Book Barn - The Princeton Record Exchange. Always a good place to go to remember the music you used to listen to. For only $14 I got 5 CD's - Stone Temple Pilots, R.E.M., Oasis, Realtiy Bites Soundtrack, and of course I am blanking on #5. Oh well the point is I have no antenna on my car so my new CD's made the drive home much nicer. My company was getting a little tired of "Mix #13".

Also found some Fantastic Coasters that were the most "L" thing I had ever seen! Definitely would have picked them up for her but the Owl post is on strike. ::sigh::

Wisdom courtesy of Fayesc

2005-11-08T21:16:00.000-05:00

We owe so much money we're not broke,
we're broken.
We're so poor we can't even pay attention.

So what do you want?
You want to be famous and rich and happy
But you're terrified you have nothing to offer this world.
Nothing to say and no way to say it.
But you can say it in three languages.

You are more than the sum of what you consume.

Desire is not an occupation.

You are alternately thrilled and desperate
Skyhigh and fucked

Let's stop praying for someone to save us and start saving ourselves.

Let's stop this and start over.

Let's go out - Let's keep going

This is your life -

We need something to kill the pain of all that nothing inside.

Quit whining you haven't done anything wrong because frankly, You haven't done much of anything.

A Few Fun Pics from Halloween

2005-10-30T18:58:00.000-05:00

Dr. JPR

Is that Billy Ray Cyrus???
Why Satan, is that a dimple in your tie or are you just happy to see me?
Flu shot anyone?

Morbid thoughts can be darn funny....

2005-10-24T21:52:00.000-04:00

So as I was driving back from the gym in the rain tonight (between Wendy's number one in Newington which was OUT of Baked Poratoes [THE HORROR] and Wendy's number 2 in Rocky Hill) I slam on my brakes and nearly slide off the road courtesy of the 98 year old man in front of me who can't see over his own glasses much less the steering wheel. {weren't these people supposed to be in FL already so other people can deal with them? ;-) }

So anyway, after escaping with my life I continue driving down the road in the rain towards Wendy's number 2.

I was thinking, wow, I could've died back there. I wonder what my family would have me buried in if I had. And you know, it was darn funny! I mean I suppose it wouldn't be so funny for someone older because it would be perfectly normal and expected to say, be buried in a suit. But me, being 25 and having no real distinct style of my own, I was wondering what they would choose...

Would it be one of those horrible interview suits I have been forced to wear over the years?

Jeans and my playboy bunny crop top with the glittery pink bunny head? (not likely-but it would be darn funny 0 and if they did I hope they would stencil on some abs....it's amazing what they can do with makeup these days...)

My funniest vision, however, was them putting me in one of my evening gowns (wish I would hope they wouldn't because with what those suckers cost...someone else should get some use out of them...) But it was just really humorous picturing being put into an evening gown to be buried. I mean would they at least due a good job of duct taping so I had the appropriate cleavage? I quite doubt it which makes the whole vision far more disturbing.

Wow. If anyone was under the impression I was normal...I have definitely dispelled that!

I'm done now.

Nougat and the people it left behind....

2005-10-18T21:48:00.000-04:00

JPR: What in the hell is nougat?
Miss C: I may not have the answer but I know you like it a lot.
JPR: What exactly are we talking about here?
Miss C: Nougat. Get your mind out of the gutter. ( see picture above. duh)
JPR: Mystery substances make me nervous. You could be feeding me chopped up chewy people for all I know. That wouldn't be very nice.
Miss C: First, who said I am nice? Second is that like chopped Sue-ey? Poor Sue.
JPR: Im going back to the gutter. It scares me up here.
Miss C: Or we could just discuss accidentally acquired men....
JPR: I thought I was an accidently acquired man...
Miss C: No you were drunken in your birthday suit ... or rather on your birthday...gettting my friend's phone # ...you just accidentally tried to get mine
JPR: Actually I was trying to get your # while your friend was trying to give me hers.
Miss C: If you can define staring with your mouth open, drooling, and saying "I wish I wasn't drunk" as trying to get my #, I guess your account would be correct (check out "birthday pics at Lemming Fodder for proof)
JPR: IT WAS MY BIRTHDAY!!! And the drool was minimal.
Miss C: Yes, it may have just been left over from when you were french kissing the bikers....
JPR: Yeah, thats accurate (please check out the pics...if only to clear my good name)
Miss C: Is JPR a good name? I think it stands for Just Pour Rum.
JPR: IT WAS MY BIRTHDAY!!!
Miss C: I have a feeling I am going to be hearing that excuse for a LOOOONNNNGGGG Time.

We're gonna sign off now - before this gets uglier than it already is (see pics for proof ) :-)

Addictive Personalities and Apple Fritters

2005-10-11T21:19:00.000-04:00

My posts have been someone lacking in the past week due to my time being duly monopolized by a certain waffle house loving southerner. But I'm back with a few random thoughts.
Warm apple firtters are very good.

Many things are bad for competitive people with addictive personalities.

1. Bowling.

2. Touch Screen strategy games of the bar-top variety.

3. Blogs of people who have a far more interesting life than you. This can cause one to get very upset when they feel they are being excluded from interesting juicy gossip.

I don't want to know about accidentally acquired men. I swear I don't. I swear I am not upset that all I got to satiate my hunger for living vicariously through someone with an interesting life was a rant on bad fashion.

::Sigh::

I'm going to stop now.

This addictive personality is going to return to watching Season 3 of Alias on DVD for the third time....

Fun fact of the day:

The origin of the word "smooch" as reported by the Merriam Webster Dictionary:

Main Entry: ²smooch
Function: intransitive verb
Etymology: alteration of smouch to kiss loudly
: KISS, PET

Main Entry: ³smooch
Function: transitive verb
Etymology: probably alteration of smutch, verb
: SMUDGE, SMEAR

The Happiest Place on Earth...

2005-10-02T12:26:00.000-04:00

No, it's not Disney World, it's the Book Barn! I could spend days there, and I am actually going to get lost there right now...take a look at their website... you'll want to get lost too! The Book Barn

It's much prettier at night...

2005-10-02T10:43:00.000-04:00

Be a do-gooder!

2005-10-01T22:28:00.000-04:00

But, before I go, I must blatantly plug my most recent, make the world a better place event - The Making Strides Against Breast Cancer Walk Sponsored by the American Cancer Society. This is my 4th year walking it (the first year I walked all 5 miles in the pouring rain...). It's a great cause and worthy of everyone's support. We all know someone whose life has been touched by breast cancer...so spread the word and support a worthy cause!

Visit my Making Strides Fundraising Page by clicking here.

The Season of Change

2005-10-01T22:05:00.000-04:00

Well it is the season of change...which means it is time for a great tradition up here in the Northeast...this tradition goes back much farther than pumpkin carving, apple picking and foliage viewing... it is...the trasnsitioning of the closet.

Yes, my friends, the time has come. Time to put away all the bikinis and sundresses, and cute little sandals and bring on the spiky boots and angora sweaters.

It's that time of year when I always realize that I have way too many clothes. While performing the yearly tradition this year, I think I figured that I have enough shirts and sweaters to wear a different one every single day until the Easter bunny comes hopping along (even if it is in April and not March!).

I have also discovered I have a whole lot of black in my wardrobe. I was trying to figure out why... it could be partly due to my years of backstage slavery in the Theater world, or my brief two week foray into "goth" my sopjomore year in high school...or more likely the reason all women have lots of black in their closet, it's just damn sexy.

OK, well I think that's about the most of a post as I can muster since I have been totally dead to the world this week and am just starting to ease out of my cold medicine induced coma...

I came very close to becoming a vegetarian last night....

2005-09-26T21:57:00.000-04:00

When I go to a nice restaurant where there are things on the menu like Faus gras I really don't want what comes out on my plate to look like the above.

I, contrary to popular belief am not a bear. I do not like standing in a rushing river up to my waist, grabbing live fish out of the water, staring them down, then biting their head off.

Actually, when I eat fish at a restaurant I prefer it not to resemble the animal it came from in any way shape or form. That means that no matter how much the gay chef in the back thinks it looks pretty to serve me my trout with the fin sticking up in the back and all the skin on the bottom, it is very not cool. Because then I have to look very uncouth when the guy sitting across from me puts a piece of dinner bread over the fin so I don't have to look at it. Oy.

My Karma is definitely about to run out....

2005-09-22T22:02:00.000-04:00

Yes, so this is what I just had the pleaseure of viewing through my rearview mirror -- flashing lights and all. Fun huh?

So I pull over (after I hang up the cell phone) expecting the cop to come up and tell me I have a light out or some such similar nonsense and send me on my way.

Funny that I had no recollection of the fact that I had run a red light a little while back and I definitely didn't know there was a traffic camera there...

So I have my licensce out and he comes up and says I ran a red light, like he expected me to deny it or something. But I just said ok. And he asked for my licensce, registration, and insurance. I promptly give him my license and registration, however I have the sinking feeling that I forgot to put my new insurance card in the glovebox...so I take a pile of stuff out of the glovebox and of course there just happen to be some autograph cards from a washed up beauty queen....needless to say I got off with a warning... But after this and my flight miracle, I know my Karma will soon run out...

Pics from Charleston

2005-09-19T20:18:00.000-04:00

Dinner at Meritage in Charleston
Really cool picture of the sand - at least I think so
This one's for you JPR....
Classic hold the camera and try to aim at yourself...
Where all the rich people live.....
Another self-taken picture....
The Beach (duh)

Ok, I am just way too lazy to put any thought into another post tonight but I figured I would post some pics from Charleston instead....

Some highlights of my trip "down south"

1. Whole grain waffle from the Waffle House (sounds like a contradiction I know...)

2. Experiencing, Shrimp and Grits, Fried Okra (yes I now know what okra is) and Collard greens

3. Going to a bar called Torch then looking up to find girls in fishnets, garters and bras go-go dancing on tables (a little scary...they need to lay off the cocaine....)

4. The "fragrant" smell of paper mills...

5. Shopping!

Ok, not an exciting post I know...I'm just too tired to be cute or funny right now...

You're kidding.....right?

2005-09-19T10:54:00.000-04:00

Ok, I don't have time at the moment to write my memoirs of a trip to Charleston, however...I need to indulge in a quick rant on one of the most preposterous things I have ever heard.

So I am in the Charleston airport, after taking my sandals off and going through security barefoot after waiting in line for 45 minutes for my 6am flight...

So I get through security and go into your friendly, overpriced, airport newsstand. You see I have very fraile eardrums and like most people taking of and landing in a jet plane doesn't make them too happy.

So I wander over to where the fifteen billion types of candies and mints are which are completely surrounding a circular counter.

There is a man who is mysteriously circling this counter with the same confused look on his face. So we look at each other and say in unison..."where's the gum?" Figuring that there must be a hidden camera somewhere because we feel like we definitely must be missing something.

So a guy with a broom and an unruly beard says to us, "you can't sell gum in the airport". And we both look at him like he is crazy...."are you serious?" he says "Yeah, it's for maintenance purposes" Maintenance purposes?

OK, I have to admit I hate gum under the seat at the airport as much as the next person but come on, gum is a vital neccessity for anyone who is flying! I just didn't get it. He said I should try Mentos (not sure if e was trying to insinuate that I have bed breath). So I go to the counter to pay for my Mentos and still rather perturbed, say to the 60 year old cash register lady that I have never heard of an airport in my life that banned the selling of gum. She proceed to tell me that ..well.. Disney World doesn't allow gum anymore. Like this is supposed to make it ok. Last time I checked Disney World was not an AIRPORT. Where planes take off and people need gum for their ears. She went on to say that it is ALL the Disney Parks even the ones in JAPAN because this makes it more relevant to banning gum in an airport.

I give up. I ate my Mentos. And my ears still hurt. I'm done now.

2005-09-16T00:30:00.000-04:00

Ok, this is going to be a really boring post so you might as well not read it. I am in South Carolina on VACATION! Woohoo. I am here visitng my formerly sinful bartender, pageant girl, smoking, drinking friend who used to bartend at:

You guessed it - the Pig's Eye Pub. But then she moved down south for a job and became a born again Christian...and got an accent. Both of which I totlly respect it's just a wee bit of an adjustment.

So anyway I got here this morning and had a liberating rental car day all to myself to wander around not knowing where I was going. I immiediately knoew I was in the south by the signs for Waffle House on every exit. I found an amazing outdoor shopping center and shopped, got a pedicure and had two glassed of wine with lunch...just because I can..cause I'm on vacation! Woohoo. Stay tuned for pics after the fact....

Did Somebody Say.... Wood?

2005-09-12T19:51:00.000-04:00

Ok, so this is not the picture I really wanted to use. What I wanted was a picture of "Mr. Woodchuck" the handpuppet of Ranger Joe from Full House. But alas, the 80s sitcom icon is not to be found easily in the internet world.

Ah, to start my rant of the day. So at least once every couple of days and most recently by JPR today, I hear the expression "knock on wood". It's an odd expression but one that I have grown used to over my lifetime -- although I am not at all superstitious -- I have opened many umbrellas inside and walk under ladders all the time (maybe that's why I have such horrble luck...hmmmm....). ANYWAY... the point is, the majority of the time I hear this expression I am at work. And without a doubt every time someone says it they start looking frantically around whatever room we are in to find some wood to knock on, but alas, there is never any to be found. Instead they inevitably find themselves surrounded by unidentifiable man-made chemically indestructable substances (formica? Plastic?) and end up knocking their head instead (it makes you ponder the intelligence of people that think their skull is a good substitute for wood....). It is kind of disturbing when you picture some kind of nuclear attack where all life is wiped out but your grey cubicles remain....

If I've Learned Anything...

2005-09-11T20:58:00.000-04:00

...I've learned that you can get by on charm for about 15 minutes. After that, you'd better know something
...I've learned that you shouldn't compare youself to the best others can do, but to the best you can do.
...I've learned that it's not what happens to people that is important. It's what they do about it
...I've learned that you can do something in an instant that will give you a heartache for life
...I've learned that no matter how thin you slice it, there are always two sides
...I've learned that it's taking me a long time to become the person I want to be
...I've learned that it's a lot easier to react than it is to think
...I've learned that you should always leave loved ones with loving words. It may be the last time you see them
...I've learned you can keep going long after you think you can't
...I've learned that we are responsible for what we do, no matter how we feel
...I've learned that I can't visit a bookstore without buying something
...I've learned that either you control your attitude, or it controls you
...I've learned that sometimes I just need to be held
...I've learned that no matter how hot and steamy a relationship is at first, the passion fades and their had better be something to take its place
...I've learned that heroes are the people who do what has to be done when it needs to be done, regardless of the consequences
...I've learned that learning to forgive takes practice
...I've learned that when the light turns green, you had better look both ways before proceeding
...I've learned that you can love someone and still not like him very much
...I've learned that when I'm given a choice of 31 flavors of ice cream, I still choose vanilla
...I've learned that there are people who love you dearly, but just don't know how to show it
...I've learned that money is a lousy way of keeping score
...I've learned that my best friend and I can do anything or nothing and have the best time
...I've learned that sometimes the people you expect to kick you when you're down will be the ones to help you get back up
...I've learned that good quality underwear is worth the extra cost
...I've learned that sometimes when I'm angry I have the right to be angry, but that doesn't give me the right to be cruel
...I've learned that friendship continues to grow, even over the longest distance
...I've learned that just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to doesn't mean they don't love you with all that they have
...I've learned that no matter how much I care, some peopl just don't care back
...I've learned that no matter how old I am, I want my mom when I'm hurting
...I've learned that maturity has more to do withwhat types of experiences you've had and what you've learned from them and less to do with how many birthdays you have celebrated
...I've learned that you should never tell a child his dreams are unlikely or outlandish. Few things are more humiliating, and what a tragedy it would be if he believed it.
...I've learned that your family won't always be there for you. It may seem funny, but people you aren't related to can take care of you and love you and teach you to trust people again. Families aren't biological
...I've learned that no matter how good a friend someone is, they're going to hurt you once in a while, and you must forgive them for that
...I've learned that commercials for feminine hygeine products always come on when you are sitting in a room with men
...I've learned that it isn't always enough to be forgiven by others. sometimes you have to learn to forgive yourself
...I've learned that no matter how bad your heart is broken, the world does not stop for your grief
...I've learned that boys only rub your back to find out if you are wearing a bra
...I've learned that our background and circumstances may have influenced who we are but we are responsible for who we become
...I've learned that sometimes when my friends fight, I'm forced to choose sides even when I don't want to
...I've learned that just because two people argue, it doesn't mean that they don't love each other, and just because they don't argue, doesn't mean that they do
...I've learned that sometimes you have to put the individual ahead of their actions
...I've learned that it takes years to build up trust and only seconds to destroy it
...I've learned that we don't have to change friends if we understand that friends change
...I've learned that if you don't want to forget something, stick it in your underwear drawer
...I've learned that you shouldn't be so eager to find out a secret. It could change your life forever.
...I've learned that the clothes I like the best are the ones with the most holes in them
...I've learned that it's no fun putting on a wet swimsuit
...I've learned that it's not what you have in your life but whom you have in your life that counts
...I've learned that two people can look at the exact same thing and see something totally different
...I've learned that peeing in the woods with a couple of friends can be an amazing bonding experience
...I've learned that a good friend is better than a therapist
...I've learned that sandwiches cut diagonally taste better
...I've learned that you're never too old for slumber parties
...I've learned that you cannot make someone love you. All you can do is be someone who can be loved
...I've learned that competing with a friend over a man is fun unless one of you actually wins
...I've learned that it's hard to determine where to draw the line between being nice and not hurting feelings and standing up for what you believe in.

Picture of the day

2005-09-11T19:11:00.000-04:00

Aww come on, isn't that just one of the cutest puppies you ever have seen? I mean if I was walking by this dog, I would just be forced to announce it's presence by screaming "Puppy!" Ok, I never said I was normal or sane, but it is a really cute puppy. And this actually was a really great event - Nikki's Run that supports Pediatric Cancer Research and Miss Connecticut Teen USA, Jennifer Brooks (the girl with the crown lol) was nice enough to give some of her time to be a part f the event. As a nice little plug you should all (even though all is probably just me since no one knows this blog exists..) should go to Build-a-Bear and purchase the third version of Nikki's Bear - part of the proceeds benefit pedicatric cancer research go now.

While I am shamelessly advertising all of the causes I support - you all should also take a look at my Light the Night for Leukemia and Lymphoma Fundraising Page.

A good friend of mine had Leukemia and had his life saved by a bone marrow transplant. The Light the Night walk helps support research for all forms of blood cancer's and helps people like my friend get the bone marrow transplants that can svae their lives. Every little bit helps!

Okay, I am going to get off my soapbox now. I think all of the various cleaning chemicals I used today to bring my apt back to it's shiny glory have made me a bit loopy... so I'm gonna stop now.

The 6'4' Leprechaun...

2005-09-09T22:50:00.000-04:00

Limericks courtesy of JPR - My fuel fume inhaling Leprechaun....

There once was a guy who was bored
> > But he knew that he could not afford
> > To write an email
> > Lest the jet engine fail
> > And inspire swift kicks to his gord.
> >
> > Whats that, you want another one?  Too bad, Im bored
> > and Im writing it anyways.
> >
> > There once was a plate of falafel
> > And I though it tasted just awful
> > So I threw it away
> > And then heard myself say,
> > "I think I want a big waffle"

My first blog

2005-09-08T20:57:00.000-04:00

Well I have now officially stepped over to the dark side (funny how that just spawned images of Darth Vader and reminded me how much I wanted my hair to look like Princess Leah's when I was little - because you all know everyone wants two cinnamon buns growing out of the side of their head...)

I must first thank JPR for introducing me to this horrible addictive world - hopefully it won't become as bad an addiction for me as Alias... but that is a whole nother post altogether...

Now if I were you I would seriously think that I was lying about my profession in my profile, because I labeled it as "technology"-- HOWEVER one would think if I had a career in Technology it would not have taken me over an hour to figure out how the heck to post a pic in my profile, so now I am thoroughly exhausted and want nothing more than to return to my Sex and the City DVD marathon...which I am about to do.

SATC thought for the day "How do you know when a guy's "light" is on?"