tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573781519377296492024-03-13T06:04:23.656-04:00Completely RandomMy thoughts on this Game called Life.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00429440204218104414noreply@blogger.comBlogger110125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-357378151937729649.post-38855913185432692412015-01-26T17:29:00.005-05:002015-01-26T17:34:18.364-05:00That (Sometimes) Funemployed LifeAs I sit here outside of Starbucks on this beautiful day in sunny California, my friends and family on the east coast await a blizzard of historic proportions. It's times like these when I know I made the right choice. They weren't lying when they said the weather here is amazing. I'm not entirely sure who "they" are but my guess is people from California. I've been here almost 2 months and I don't miss the east coast weather at all...but I do miss the east coast.<br />
I'm still working on my friend game here. Also working on the job hunt. Also working on the relationship of living with a boy/my boyfriend for the very first time. Believe it or not, I think that's the easiest of the 3.<br />
Everyone freaked me out that we wouldn't be ready for such a big step in our relationship considering we had only been dating for about 6 months when I moved here. It's been challenging for sure but we are making it work. We're not even sick of each other yet! In fact, I look forward to weekends so much just so I can hang out with him more. It helps that he's such a stud.<br />
He works at LinkedIn so during the week, I have to find ways to entertain myself. So far, I've done a lot of crafting. That's an understatement, actually. I go to Michael's so often, we have started referring to "Michael" as my other boyfriend. I've crocheted, I've wood-burned, I've painted, I've scrapbooked, I've made jewelry, I started an herb garden, I've made things for the walls, I've made things on Pinterest that I've always wanted to make. If it's possible, I've almost crafted myself out. Hence, why I'm blogging.<br />
It hasn't been easy so far. It's hard to complain though, especially because nobody feels bad for me. I quit my job to follow my heart and be with my perfect guy in his perfect apartment in a perfect-weather place that includes a heated pool and various hot tubs throughout. Our complex has a gym so I also work out. Ohhh girl look at that body. Ugh. Girl look at that body. Sorry, I get easily distracted.<br />
So any who...the other night I was in the hot tub doing some thinking (it's a rough life, I know.) It's frustrating as hell applying for/getting rejected by what seems like thousands of jobs at this point and it doesn't help when people ask about it, either. I guess I just thought by having worked at ESPN and having my Master's, that it wouldn't be this hard to find something. It's also the fact that I don't know exactly what I want to do anymore that adds to the frustration and confusion. I started to cry thinking about it. Then, I wanted to slap myself in the face. How can I feel bad for myself while sitting in a hot tub?!<br />
So I know it's not exactly "whoa is me" but transitional phases are no walk in the park (although that's exactly what I'm about to do.) Not having any friends is the worst. My live-in lover is amazing but it's just not the same watching The Bachelor by yourself and commenting to your cat how crazy these bitches are. Speaking of terrible television, another way of keeping myself occupied has been binge-watching Pretty Little Liars. I'm not even embarrassed about it.<br />
But this is where my life has taken me and I'm going to keep "struggling" to make the best out of it and continue smiling at as many dogs as I can find. :)<br />
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You'd like to see what I've been crafting? Oh, ok. I'll show you...<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00429440204218104414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-357378151937729649.post-91514441528018640522015-01-06T22:25:00.001-05:002015-01-23T14:29:50.428-05:00Back By Popular Demand: THE BACHELOR NEWSLETTER<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">So I know I said I wasn’t going to watch this season of </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The Bachelor</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> but I couldn’t stay away...at least the first episode anyway. I say that now but I might just have to watch it. The disasters that step out of those limos are my favorite part of the whole season.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Before I start my judgments, does anyone remember Jamie from Ben’s season of </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The Bachelor</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">? You know, the girl who was the most awkward, weirdest kisser & got kicked off immediately following their kiss. Still not familiar? Well, she also reprised her role on </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Bachelor Pad</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> (season 2?) & was one of the many played by Chris Bukowski (you know him from leaving with crazy pants Elise on </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Bachelor in Paradise</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">.) He called Jamie desperate & based on the preview that I have just seen, she has taken it to a whole ‘notha level. She is now on a show called </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Married at First Sight</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">. It is a show where 2 people enter into an arranged marriage & know absolutely nothing about their spouse & never even see them until they are walking down the aisle. Hi, nice to meet you. I’m Amy. I do! So yea...gotta love the winners that </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The Bachelor</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> casts.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.15; white-space: pre-wrap;">Call me a narcissist but I’m a sucker for a gal with dimples & green eyes.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Bo</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> is a plus-sized model & is fearless. I’m glad the casting people are branching out a bit into the plus-sized arena. And she wants to have lunch with Beyonce so she’s A’s in my book.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Becca</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">: </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Having stomach issues and clogging up a toilet, a la </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #222222; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Dumb and Dumber</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">And then I got to </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Trina</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">. Trina, Trina, Trina...</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Eating something that gives me "di-di"</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">...for saying that, she should die-die.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00429440204218104414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-357378151937729649.post-65894254760180941462013-12-09T16:45:00.000-05:002013-12-09T16:59:06.118-05:002013: A Year in ReviewFacebook has their link on your profile that says "See Your 2013 Year in Review". So I clicked on it. It's been a really good year. You forget about a lot of things that happened. So I was just thinking of writing my own "Year in Review". Consider this your Christmas letter from me, updating you on my life.<br />
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I switched departments at my job and have never been happier work-wise. I bought a new car, which I love and got a new roommate, who I love even more. I made new friends and said goodbye to others. I saw some of my very best friends in the world get engaged, married and even have babies! I fell even more in love with both of my nieces and realize now more than ever how important family is.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00429440204218104414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-357378151937729649.post-10264856559931319922013-04-30T19:29:00.001-04:002013-04-30T19:41:08.226-04:00LadybugsWhen I was a Freshman at Marist, I lived in a single. As soon as it started to get warm out, I would literally have a swarm of ladybugs every morning in my room. I'm not talking a couple, I'm talking like 20+ ladybugs every morning, flying into my face and waking me up. I'm sure I ate more than a few. It took me a long time to get over that and I HATED ladybugs for a while. I would see them and say, "Ugh!" and spray them with Windex. Eventually I started to show my merciful side and let them live. A number of years have passed since then, and now when I see a ladybug, I don't think of that awful experience; that fades quickly. I think of the experience of living in that room in Champagnat. Oh, that room. 511.<br />
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One of those girls is getting married this weekend! I cannot wait because every time I see these girls, I think of how unbelievably lucky I am to have them in my life. (Should I call us women now or will you always be "the girls"?) I look at the way our lives have turned out and despite everyone going in different directions, whenever we get together, we're always on the same page and it's always one of those nights that you can't help but love. I see them and my heart fills with so much joy and I know that's super cheesy but it's absolutely true. They are the greatest group of individuals as well as the greatest group of friends that a gal could ask for. Love you bitches with all my heart.<br />
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Andddd yea, thinking of getting a small ladybug tattoo with 4 dots (R4 duh), perhaps behind the ear. Anybody in? Real talk.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00429440204218104414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-357378151937729649.post-6279835073481441492012-09-11T21:48:00.003-04:002012-09-11T22:20:03.673-04:00Soothing the Savage BeastI've been searching for a new apartment & it's such a pain in the ass. I've kind of reached my boiling point with it & have been in such an awful mood all day thinking about it. I decided to download some new music & it is amazing how much better I feel. I haven't gotten a bunch of new music in a while so it was time & it was such a good idea! I don't frequently write about music but I'll open up to new horizons because it is one of the great loves of my life.<div><br /></div><div>Isn't it fantastic how music can totally change your life (cheesy but true!) I just discovered Laura Izibor & I am in love. She's got the same kind of vibe as like a John Legend, Alicia Keys, India Arie type. Oddly enough, I found out about her by watching One Tree Hill. I like her extra because I feel like she's all mine. I like to have favorite artists that nobody really knows about because I feel personally attached to them. That's how I feel about John Legend except now everyone knows about him. He's still mine though.</div><div><br /></div><div>John Legend is the musical love of my life. My college roommate turned me on to him when his first album came out with "Ordinary People" (my 2nd favorite John song ever. If you guess the 1st, you win a prize.) I cried when he played O.P. at his concert & then when I told my mom about it, I cried again. I'm pathetic, what can I say? It's true love.</div><div><br /></div><div>But the thing about music that I love the most, is the way it makes you feel. Certain songs bring you back to times in your life or remind you of people or places or times & that is what I love about it. There really is a soundtrack to our lives. I love listening to my iTunes & seeing what comes on. I frequently sit in the dark listening to music & close my eyes & see where it brings me. Maybe that sounds weird but I don't care. I also break out into dance parties on a regular basis. Get over it.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00429440204218104414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-357378151937729649.post-36149019029522232372012-09-03T22:48:00.003-04:002012-09-03T23:26:08.582-04:00Snail MailThink about this for a second: getting a hand-written note/letter from someone. It's kind of funny to think about because it's really not one of those things you do frequently think about. I'm not talking e-mails or FaceBook messages or texts. Those are nice too but on a completely different not-as-good level. There's a reason why people would write love letters back in the day; "love e-mails" just don't have the same effect.<div><br /></div><div>But the reason I thought about this is because sometimes when I'm a little lonely or miss my family, I put on my grandfather's old flannel shirt. It's just one of those silly little comfort things for me. But it got me to thinking about him & his little notes he used to send me in the mail. They were amazing. There was never a time that I got one that I didn't laugh out loud or at least smile. It was always such a nice surprise when I would check my mail (plus they always had money in them so that was an added bonus.) But I miss those notes terribly because they meant so much to me & not because of the money.<div><br /></div><div>When someone takes the time out to write a note or draw a picture or whatever, I just find it to be such a nice gesture. This goes for "Thank You" notes, especially. I understand after weddings you have a lot of these to write out but when someone writes something specifically for me & not a generic one they write to everyone, I will keep the note because I love that they did it. It's just somewhat of a keepsake I suppose. Maybe it's the scrapbooker in me but I always like to see things on paper. [Tangent time: I would HATE it when I would go to a Sweet 16 & as a "Thank You" I would get one of the professional photos that was taken of the Sweet 16 girl. There is absolutely no reason that I would want a professional photo taken of you. Ever. Grandparents/families? Yes. Me? HEEELLLLL NAW! But so anyway, I digress...] I worked with a girl recently that I helped train. When she was moving on to another department, she wrote me a hand-written "Thank You" note. I couldn't get over it, thought it was so nice. I later found out she wrote the same note to another girl, but hey, it's the thought that counts. My mother would love to hear me saying this because she was constantly trying to instill in me the importance of writing "Thank You's". Job well-done, Linda. You did it!</div><div><br /></div><div>So I understand why people send Christmas cards but they've gotten to the point where they aren't personal anymore, they're more of a pain in the ass than anything. I would love it if in every one of my Christmas cards this year, there was a hand-written note to me, so get on that all 2 of you that send me Christmas cards. But I love to send little cards to my friends for stupid reasons. In fact, I'm going to start doing it more. And maybe draw little pictures inside & cut out jokes for them. Pop Pop would be proud :)</div><div><br /></div><div>PS I always enjoy writing so much, I really don't know why I don't do it more.</div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00429440204218104414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-357378151937729649.post-86203936526488875932012-06-05T18:37:00.003-04:002012-06-05T18:45:27.001-04:00Crazy Dreams...I have some pretty weird ass dreams & half the time I can't remember them all but I do remember the one I had this morning. So my cat Lily wakes up around 5 AM almost every day & sometimes when she makes too much noise or is too annoying I lock her in the bathroom so I can sleep. Such was the case this morning & then I fell asleep & this is what I dreamed...<div><br /></div><div>She was banging against the door so I got up to let her out. When I opened the door, a large grizzly bear had somehow pushed aside my toilet & was climbing up through the hole in the floor. Lily ran out & I slammed the door (because you know, bears can't break down flimsy doors.) I'm not sure why I didn't flee my apartment but I guess I'm not much of a thinker in dreams. Instead I hid in my room with Lily & called animal control & decided it was safe enough to go back to sleep until they got there.</div><div><br /></div><div>Then I woke up & just to be on the safe side, I let Lily out of the bathroom.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00429440204218104414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-357378151937729649.post-26601372381803428312012-06-03T18:55:00.003-04:002012-06-03T20:24:08.678-04:00The Way Boys Watch Sports...I'm going to guess that even if you don't enjoy watching sports, you have at one point or another sat through a game with a group of boys. Yes? Then I highly encourage you to read on. I am surrounded by boys watching sports on a daily basis so I have a lot of research in this area. There are various ways that boys watch games. Let me explain.<div><br /></div><div>First there is the <i>play-by-play guy</i>. This one is kind of self-explanatory. This type of guy will sit through a game & comment on every play & pretty much state the obvious of what is going on. I'm not a huge fan of the play-by-play guy because sometimes you just want to watch the game. I have eyes, I can see what's going on. I don't need you to tell me. I'm going to guess that this guy doesn't know as much as he pretends to & he feels he needs to make up for his lack of knowledge with constant chatter to distract everyone else.</div><div><br /></div><div>The <i>color commentator</i>. This guy can be interesting to watch with because they will add their little tidbits of info or factoids & they usually add to your viewing experience, just as the actual color commentator on TV does. This guy usually knows a little more about sports than your average guy. He'll say things beyond what you might know.</div><div><br /></div><div>The <i>referee</i>. This guy finds it necessary to call every play. In basketball, they always yell whenever there's a foul or a travel or anything that a ref working the game might call. Football, every penalty or first down is brought to our attention by said referee. I sometimes wonder if these guys sit at home with their yellow flags, ready to pounce. Also see: <i>umpire</i>.</div><div><br /></div><div>The <i>analyst</i>. If you enjoy sports, you enjoy watching with an analyst. This is usually someone very familiar with the game, like a former player. It's generally someone people respect because their opinions seem to hold more traction. Color commentators strive to be analysts but they are always a step behind. Analysts don't necessarily talk throughout the game but really break it down for you during commercials or half-time.</div><div><br /></div><div>The <i>sideline reporter.</i> This guy doesn't talk a whole lot during the game but when he does, he usually has some useful info. He'll pop up with a note here & there & just as on TV, your play-by-play guy will thank him.</div><div><br /></div><div>I watch a lot of sports but there's a significant difference in the way girls watch & the way boys do. Watching sports for boys is kind of like a fraternity so it doesn't matter who is playing or if they care who wins, they will watch & plays their parts. Of course I'll argue with the refs (the ones actually working the games) & yell & scream when the situation warrants it. If it's not my team or a game that somehow affects my team though, I'm not watching with a purpose. 9 times out of 10, boys are. </div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00429440204218104414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-357378151937729649.post-12308659490083151272012-05-13T22:13:00.008-04:002012-05-13T23:14:21.438-04:00Enough is Enough?<span class="Apple-style-span">This is gonna sound weird coming from me but I'm kinda sick of talking about sports. It's what happens when you live in Bristol I think, unless you're a huge sports nerd (which believe me, there are PLENTY here.) All of my friends here work at ESPN so everybody is a sports fan. When I'm at work, I talk about sports. When I hang out with my friends, we talk about sports & work. To be perfectly honest, I'm not 100% sure if I know how to have a full conversation without mentioning sports anymore. </span>I mean, look at the header on this page. What does that tell you about me? (aside from the fact that I make some pretty kick-ass Halloween costumes.) <span class="Apple-style-span">Hell, I don't even know what to write blog posts about because all the things I think about are sports-related. You wouldn't think this would be a problem but I like to think I have more dimensions than just my knowledge of sports.<div><br /></div><div>Don't get me wrong, I love sports. If I didn't, do you really think I'd work at ESPN & have lived the last 2+ years of my life in this place? But that doesn't mean that that's all that I am. Just like onions & ogres, I've got layers too. I think the problem is that I use sports as my go-to conversation. Hey, sometimes you gotta go with what you know! Also, boys love talking sports so as soon as a boy knows I work at ESPN, all they wanna do is talk sports. I'm not sure if I can change this about myself (at least not as long as I live, breathe & eat sports in Bristol) but the first step is admitting you have a problem, right? I should try to go 1 full non-work night without bringing up anything athlete-related & see how it goes. Challenge accepted.</div></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00429440204218104414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-357378151937729649.post-49427282404899668662012-04-29T21:14:00.003-04:002012-04-29T21:53:56.573-04:00What a WeekBoy, has it been a long & crazy week. I'm currently keeping busy on the train ride home from Delaware. Sadly, my grandfather passed away this past week so I had to be in Delaware for the funeral & everything. I try to keep this a pretty light-hearted blog, however so I don't really want to talk about it.<div><br /></div><div>In addition to this news, I also had a lot of other things going on. On Monday, the show that I've been working on for the past 2 years got canceled. Selfishly, I think it's great. I didn't lose my job so I am getting moved into domestic & getting to do something new. I've been looking for a new job for a while now, so this is great in the meantime. I find out tomorrow what I'm going to be working on & I'm pretty stoked. People can finally see some of the stuff that I do on TV in the US! I also had that My TV 9 Star audition (see previous post.) I find out if I made the top 9 for that on May 4, so once again, fingers crossed!</div><div><br /></div><div>On Friday, I took the Amtrak to Philly & my cousin picked me up & we drove to Delaware. My parents brought Maggie (my dog) & my cousins couldn't stop laughing at the greeting I got. It's puppy love, what can I say. We'll fast forward now to today. My brother Kevin was supposed to drive me an hour to Wilmington so I could take the train back but he had really low blood sugar & he's diabetic so he had a bit of an attack. It gets pretty scary sometimes when this happens but today it made me double nervous because I was cutting it close to get to the train on time. So I then had to drive his car to the train so he had an extra hour to feel better. Good news, I made it (& so did he.) So here I am & Netflix wasn't working so a blog post it is. I can't wait to see Lily. I left her home this weekend by herself so she prob invited over all the neighborhood cats for an orgy or 2. Or more likely, she slept the whole time.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00429440204218104414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-357378151937729649.post-14753307631653931142012-04-25T17:20:00.002-04:002012-04-25T18:05:04.887-04:00TV Star Coming ThroughToday was kind of an exciting day for me. As you may or may not be aware of, I work in the TV industry. It isn't exactly the easiest field to break into. In an ideal world, I'd be the sideline reporter on YES Network by now. Unfortunately this is not exactly the case. I did some freelance reporting & have been working in production for a while & have perhaps finally found my opportunity for a big break.<div><br /></div><div>The good thing about living in Connecticut is that it's a much smaller market than NY. They had auditions today for the next My TV 9 Star. It's an on-air gig where I'd be a one-man band & also would make some public appearances for the station. I'd get to shoot, edit, write, do interviews, produce & do everything that my uber-expensive degree has prepared me for! It's definitely something I'm qualified for & I think it would be such a great opportunity. I also gave them my blog info so hopefully they go on here & read this & see how much I really want it! Vote for me, folks!</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm not sure of the exact date we find out if we made it to the next round but it should be within the week. Top 9 then compete in various tasks to see who would be the best fit. 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People also always accuse this Yankee fan of just liking them only when they started getting good again. 100% UNTRUE.<br /><br />That is where Jim Abbott comes in. When Jim Abbott pitched his no-hitter, I was 7 years old. But that is the day I officially became a Yankee fan. September 4, 1993. The Yankees hadn't won a title in forever & Donnie was in the twilight of his career.<br /><br />Pop Pop was over our house for some reason, either bringing us a gift of some sort or over for dinner. Whenever he was at the house & the Yankees were playing, he would go in the living room & watch the game. It didn't matter what you were watching before & we only had 1 TV, so we had to watch what Pop Pop wanted to watch. My brothers would go upstairs but I would always sit & watch & talk with Pop Pop. I'd watch games but nothing ever really stands out to me as memorable. Until September 4, 1993. I was 7 so I didn't really comprehend the importance or rarity of a no-hitter but I did understand what I was looking at. A man with one arm was pitching & pitching really, really well. After that, how can you not be hooked on such a beautiful game!<br /><br />I equate the amount I love baseball with the amount I love Pop Pop because those 2 things always went together. Whenever I think of 1, I think of the other. Now that he is no longer with us, I still feel like he's around every time I watch a game & so I think about him every day. So when it comes down to it, I want to thank Jim Abbott tomorrow, for making me fall in love with this game & keeping Pop Pop in my life.<br /><br />I didn't realize what this post would turn into! I'm def crying now haha. I better not cry tomorrow in front of Jim Abbott! I'm really hoping for a picture with him & then I can repost it tomorrow & let ya'll know how it goes.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00429440204218104414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-357378151937729649.post-28192767049346267642011-01-30T00:08:00.002-05:002011-01-30T00:22:43.894-05:00Oh hello, BlogOh hey, remember me. I used to write on this blog from time to time but apparently forgot it existed. I have been living in CT & have not had much to write about because my life has been pretty boring lately. I don't really think this is the life for me, but don't tell my bosses this. I'm quite sure I have seasonal affective disorder because it's always around this time of year that I am discontent with the life I am living. I become uber depressed & don't want to participate in every day life. Last year at this time, I happened to get a call about a job offer in CT & was excited about a change of pace. Now that I have been living that life for close to a year, I am thinking it is not what I want. But then that kind of leaves open the question: what is it that I want? I don't know for sure, but this is what I've got & it's kind of conflicting...<br />- I want to be close to my family & friends<br />- I want to be in a bigger city<br />- I want to live in warm weather near a beach<br />- I do still want to work in sports but not in Bristol, CT<br />- I do not want to spend my Saturday nights watching Jersey Shore while drinking by myself.<br /><br />I have enjoyed living by myself & I'm not sure I want a roommate but at the same time, I'd like to be more social. Looking at photos from college I was thinking about how much fun it was to live with all of those girls but I don't want to live with just anyone, I'd like to live with them once again. My work schedule doesn't exactly permit me to socialize with people during the week, only on weekends. I think it's starting to get to me that I am always by myself during the days without anything to do. I've tried working out & keeping myself busy but the only thing that seems to help is shopping & that's not a good habit because I don't have the money for such things. I wish I could get into going to the gym more because that is a very good habit but I just can't get motivated. I have yet to meet a man in Bristol worth my time & this is adding to my depression (especially since I "broke up with" my 1+ year long "relationship" to start the new year off fresh.) One thing is for sure, I am sick of all the snow & I want to be tan.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00429440204218104414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-357378151937729649.post-60293084377836137272010-07-23T13:36:00.002-04:002010-07-23T14:10:02.687-04:00Always a Bridesmaid...So yesterday I was watching Sex & the City & it was that episode when Carrie & Aiden first start dating & she's not sure if she is just his friend or is his girlfriend. This kind of made me think about last week when I was at 519. Alyssa said how I am always our friends' boyfriends' favorite. So why then, if all of these guys love me have I not found a boyfriend? I am in no way saying that I wish I had my friends' boyfriends, that is certainly not it. What I am saying is that I am always the friend & never the girlfriend.<br /><br />Am I not girlfriend material? Is it because I am too much like a boy in that I love sports & beer? Probably not because Sam is like that too & she always has a boyfriend. Is it because I am too picky & overlook the good ones? Perhaps. Watching Carrie trying to figure out if Aiden was her boyfriend also reminded me of a number of relationships that I have had. In one, we would get along like great friends & make out frequently but when it came to an actual relationship, it never really came about. Another had been my best friend but when it came to us being more then that, it never worked out no matter how many times we tried. I'm having a similar puzzle now. This guy used to be my best friend & then we lost touch & recently reconnected again. Now we talk everyday but it's hard to tell if it's more then just a friendship. Apparently it's a pattern that I have & it's a tough one to break, especially because I don't know how or what I'm doing wrong.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00429440204218104414noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-357378151937729649.post-33553821570619938982010-07-21T15:27:00.002-04:002010-07-21T15:30:04.349-04:00Ladies' Night Out!So it's been a while but I'm coming back with a bang! You know that “Make a Wish” foundation? Well I’m not dying (knock on wood) but I got my wish granted last night! I attended CC Sabathia’s 30th birthday party at the 40/40 club in NYC & partied with all the NY Yankees. Thanks to Sam Sank’s former company, I get invited to some pretty nice events but they generally fall on weekdays that I’m in CT so can’t go. I happened to be home this weekend & due to some bad luck which turned out to be great luck, I got to go to this exclusive event not opened to the public. Players did not want any photos so I got whatever I could.<br /><br />I walked in to be greeted by a live crocodile in a tank & girls walking around like Britney when she performed “I’m a Slave for you” with the snakes & all. After getting some liquid courage I even put my life on the line so you could all see me holding a giant snake so watch the <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RXXWfSOM4R0">video</a>! Some hottie socialite/pseudo-celeb dared me if he did it then I had to, so I being a sucker for good-looking guys agreed. My friend & I sat at the bar & it was like a show going on & every time a new Yankee walked in it was exciting! Most exciting were by far Alex Rodriguez & Reggie Jackson (for me anyway). Cameron Diaz was also in attendance so those rumors could be true but she & A-Rod were not socializing whatsoever. Apparently I also missed out on Beyonce & Jay-Z which I would’ve died to see!<br /><br />So we go up to the upstairs bar & Marcus Thames & I made eye contact & he must’ve thought I was someone else at first because he pointed at me & smiled & then walked across the room to come over to me & give me a kiss & hug hello. I think he then realized his mistake but was very cool nonetheless & we were like old pals. Once he started talking to Joba Chamberlain we decided to take a shot with them (Red Headed Sluts are Joba’s go-to, we have this in common.) So shots with Joba, old friends with Marcus & the night was only beginning. Got sandwiched between Alex & Joba while walking. Shook the hand of Reggie Jackson. Danced with Curtis Granderson (who is an amazing dancer!) Re-introduced myself to some current Yankees who were once upon a time Staten Island Yankees that I had to drive to & from the stadium when I interned there & they were both super duper nice. Francisco Cervelli was the one I was hoping would remember me & he at least pretended to & then the rest of the night would give me a wink & a smile every time he saw me. I wished CC a Happy Birthday & he gave me a big papa bear hug & said “Thank you & thank you for coming.” Happy to be there, CC. Had a few convos with Phil Hughes. Shoved several girls out of the way to introduce myself to Robinson Cano & I got to see that big beautiful smile in person & it was aiming at me & then I got a kiss on the cheek & could’ve died a happy girl. David Robertson cleared the way to the bar so I could get there. Bumped into (literally) Brandon Jacobs of the NY Giants & feared for my life because he is so big. I also played craps for a while & I won somebody $21,000 which I still am not sure if I was playing with real money or not. It was all-in-all AMAZINGG & I am pretty much the coolest person alive.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00429440204218104414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-357378151937729649.post-29496606435088388322010-05-15T20:17:00.004-04:002010-07-23T19:23:53.712-04:003rd Dibs!So I've been living in Connecticut for about 2 months now & I can count the number of good-looking guys that I have seen (not met, just seen) on 1 hand. In a company that is more than half men, you would think there would be a few but there's really not. Aaron Boone is about the only one, except for this one guy. I see him all the time & we never spoke so I didn't even know his name. One night I noticed him talking to this kid I work with & also my other friend, Stephanie. She & I were not really that good of friends yet so I felt weird asking.<br />So last night, Erica & I went on our usual Friday night date & were at a bar trying to find at least 1 decent looking guy. In an entire bar, there was not one. Then we got to talking about how there aren't even that many good-looking guys at work & I mentioned this guy that I had noticed. She said she also only noticed 1 guy & she described him & said his name was Russ & my secret boyfriend certainly didn't look like a Russ to me, so I knew it couldn't be the same guy.<br />So later on, Steph texted me to see what we were up to & we decided we'd all meet up. After a few drinks I asked her who this guy was. I described him & she instantly knew who I was talking about & she had a crush on him too. What is his name? Russ. All 3 of us were talking about the same guy. He was even going to be meeting up with us later that night. We think, unfortunately though, that he has a girlfriend. And none of us were wrong in our assessment, he is a stud. Just goes to show, though that obviously I wasn't kidding about there being anybody that's good-looking if in a company of thousands of people we all liked the same one.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00429440204218104414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-357378151937729649.post-20153119690192620942010-04-13T02:22:00.005-04:002010-04-13T03:04:48.813-04:00Texas WillieI have been told by a number of people that I should write a book. I have a few ideas & I am definitely going to get serious about it at some point, but I'm pretty sure this past weekend has stepped up my game a bit. I have 2 very separate ideas & one is a children's book. The title? "The Adventures of Texas Willie: Big Excitement Based on the True Stories of a Little Turtle". It's a working title, but you get the idea.<div><br /></div><div>This past weekend, the turtle wrote his own story: "Texas Willie's Great Escape". On Saturday morning I woke up & my turtle was not in his tank. Since he had been living in this tank for quite some time, I thought it was physically impossible for him to get out. So I looked around the apartment & couldn't find him but I knew he had to be somewhere around so I didn't really worry too much. I put food around & figured he would be sitting by one of them when I woke up. He was not.</div><div><br /></div><div>Day 2 was a bit of a different story. This is when I turned crazy. I came up with several theories about what happened to him. Since I hadn't found him after searching every crook & crevice of my apartment, my theories made more & more sense to me. My main theory was this: I lock my door out of habit when I come home. Friday I was cooking & the smoke alarm went off so I shut it off. I got in the shower & after I got out, a little while later I noticed the door was unlocked. I didn't think much of it. That was until my turtle went missing for 2 days. The theory developed into somebody coming into my apartment while I was in the shower & stealing my turtle out of his tank. They took nothing else, only Texas Willie. I knew it sounded ridiculous at the time, but I rationalized it enough in my head that it was a credible idea to me. My mother was no better because she agreed with me that this could be true instead of telling me I was a reTard. I searched some more, flipped the couch a few times, flipped the chair, shook out every one of my shoes & then I did it all again. I went to bed crying & slightly overdramatic.</div><div><br /></div><div>If you thought Day 2 sounded bad, you ain't seen nothing yet. I awoke Day 3 & before even brushing my teeth, I searched. Then I watched 90210 & called my landlord. I proceeded to tell her my theory that someone broke in & stole my turtle & she appeased my insanity by telling me she would have someone change my locks. I took out the paper to start making "Missing Turtle" posters but decided I would give 1 more good look around for the 10 zillionth time first. I flipped over my couch again & decided I should slice open the bottom to see if he was somehow inside the couch. As I was about to do this, I heard a bumping kind of noise. So I checked out the kitchen again but to no avail & figured it was something across the hall. As I was slicing & dicing open my couch, I heard it again. It sounded as if it was coming from inside my refrigerator so I opened it up & looked in the bottom drawer. It was at that point that I saw a space underneath the fridge that I hadn't noticed before. So I got out my flashlight & shined it underneath & TADA!!!! There was his little turtle shell lodged underneath the fridge all the way towards the back. How he got himself back there, I will never know. I didn't know if he would still be alive so I poked him with a curtain rod & I saw his leg move! I cried I was so happy. Then I had to introduce myself to my neighbor by asking him if he could help me, because my turtle was stuck under the refrigerator. So he & his wife came & helped pick up the fridge & we got him out. So Texas Willie is now back in his tank safe & sound & I have returned to being a sane human being (or as much as is possible for me.) I also have Chapter 4 of my children's book all ready to go.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAk9cEMxOeFHIZDpDPm1fWNPjdgZDru1ShuOjJl4OwGJEOp0MK84PTpqmEBBklI_qS_mlu9wkY9XBHWa1vF3Tlxv_175GbowOFKL3dKqZ_u2KYu3Xa6-6M8aOOjEO_NyQEFMj_EfUmyuA/s1600/IMG00015.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAk9cEMxOeFHIZDpDPm1fWNPjdgZDru1ShuOjJl4OwGJEOp0MK84PTpqmEBBklI_qS_mlu9wkY9XBHWa1vF3Tlxv_175GbowOFKL3dKqZ_u2KYu3Xa6-6M8aOOjEO_NyQEFMj_EfUmyuA/s320/IMG00015.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459514353409716578" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00429440204218104414noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-357378151937729649.post-33033206462929576542010-03-25T23:41:00.006-04:002010-03-26T00:09:10.840-04:00R-E-S-P-E-C-T<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Here's what I love most about being an ESPN employee: I am finally taken seriously as a real sports fan. This may sound odd because anyone who knows me knows that's what I am all about. I'm a diehard but yet before, there were still those non-believers who were </span><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">ALWAYS</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">men.</span></span></span></b></i><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Why is it that when a guy says he loves sports, other guys simply believe him? I have met plenty a man who just says that so he sounds like a man, but when you really get down to it he has no idea what's going on. When I would tell people that I am a huge sports fan, they would have to test me. In general, I'd pass their tests but they wouldn't pass mine. This boy I was recently with never said it, but I knew he didn't give my sports knowledge enough respect. That was until we were at a bar & the show on SNY "Beer Money" came on. For those out of the NY area, it's a NY sports trivia show & the only show I will watch on that Mets channel. Aside from the astoundingly annoying host, it's a great show. It was a Yankees trivia time when we were watching & it was the hardest question that you either get all the money or lose it & the contestant had not a clue what the answer was. I happened to know the answer & what did this boy say? "Did you see this episode already?" No jackass, I am just a Yankee fan. This coming from the same guy who wears an Eli Manning jersey to Giants games. We're not speaking anymore, btw.</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;">There was also a time that I was with another gal friend of mine who is also a very big sports fan. There was a guy that actually said the phrase, "I love it when girls pretend like they know about sports". He was lucky we just got up & left, rather then throwing drinks in his face or much worse. Are people really that archaic? And is anyone watching this Xavier/K.State game right now?? Madness!</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'm not saying that every guy is like that. I have plenty of gentlemen friends who totally get how much I love sports & they absolutely respect it. Loving sports is part of who I am, which is why my new job is perfect. I'm no Buster Olney "Baseball Analyst" but just the title of working at ESPN has certainly brought me several levels up in the minds of those non-believers. Speaking of good old Buster, I was on the scene today watching them taping BBTN (& by them, I mean him, Aaron Boone & Nomar...or Nomahh depending upon where you're from.) So I'll say it again, I love my job. :)</span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00429440204218104414noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-357378151937729649.post-48948446986067508552010-03-03T14:25:00.004-05:002010-03-03T14:43:33.616-05:00Move Over Erin AndrewsSo you may recall this post from a couple months back, stating my New Year's Resolutions: <a href="http://amyaubrey.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010-here-i-am.html">2010 Here I Am!</a> Well, good new loyal followers! I have already accomplished 2 of my resolutions! I have found a job in my field & I will be moving out of my house in about 10 days! If you don't know me, I'll fill you in. I got my Master's in Broadcast Journalism & have been searching for a job ever since then. Not just any job, I want to work in sports.<div><br /></div><div>So basically every week or two I would go along my list of websites to check to see what positions were available. Disney, Comcast, YES, Time Warner, NBC, CBS, FOX, MLBN, NFLN, etc. (you get the idea.) In total I have sent out well over 100 resumes & gotten a grand total of zero interviews. About 2 months ago, I came across a listing for ESPN International for a Production Assistant. Knowing I was more than qualified for this entry level position, I sent in my resume yet again to Walt Disney. Then something happened that had never happened on any previous resumes: I got a phone call back! An Australian man telephoned me & told me he wanted me to come in for an interview to Bristol, CT. Now I don't want to brag but I have never gone for an interview and not been offered the job (I'm pretty sure it's the dimples.)</div><div><br /></div><div>The interviews were to be conducted the week that I was in Punta Cana so I would be the last to interview when I returned. After getting postponed several times because of a few minor sporting events, ie the Superbowl & the Olympics, I had a date to go in. The problem? There was a blizzard occurring that day. That didn't stop me from making the 2+ hour trip but it did almost stop my interviewer from making his 1/2 hour trip to come to work. Upon my snowy arrival, I was stopped at the gate because my name was not on the entry list. I waited for close to 45 minutes outside in my car before my interviewer even arrived. Points for that. The interview went really well & I stayed for the taping of the show. Two days later, I was offered the job!</div><div><br /></div><div>So not only did I find a job at some company having something to do with sports, I found a job at the worldwide leader in sports! Keep focusing on your "Dancing With the Stars" gig, Erin, because this girl is moving in for the takeover.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00429440204218104414noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-357378151937729649.post-60516875687363163662010-02-22T16:54:00.002-05:002010-02-22T17:17:01.432-05:00Icy HotI have been totally into the Olympics this year. Normally, I'm not such a Winter Olympics fan but for some reason, I'm totally digging it this time around. Yes there are still those wack games, like curling & biathlon but overall, I'm feeling it. USA hockey beating Canada last night was awesome & I'm feeling another "Miracle" movie, aren't you? Granted, I'm not interested in winning a trip to every Winter Olympics for the rest of my life like Visa is giving away, but I have been enjoying it.<div><br /></div><div>I've always watched the figure skating & I feel the same way about that sport as I do about gymnastics. What boggles my mind is how they do all those jumps & when they throw the girl up & she spins & then lands on her feet. Maybe I'm a bit of a klutz but if anyone were to throw me up in the air (especially with ice skates on) I would not spin, I would not defy gravity, I would go straight down on my bum. I want to know if they can do moves like that while just on their feet or do they need the momentum from the ice skates? Either way, they get tons of credit from a person who cannot ice skate without the safety of the wall next to her. Same goes for the speed skaters.</div><div><br /></div><div>I think I'd compare speed skating & downhill skiing to how I feel about swimming in the summer games. I was recently thinking about my last ski trip that I went on, in which I was tricked & sent down a Black Diamond. I too, raced down that hill just as Lindsey Vonn & Bode Miller have been doing but there was no gold medal in it for me. The difference between myself & the pros? I thought I was going to die & screamed the entire ride down with absolutely no control of my body, let alone my skis. My medal came in the form of Jagermeister in the lodge.</div><div><br /></div><div>I also finally found a redhead that I can really grow to love. Shaun White. The kid boggled my mind. Since snowboarding is a relatively new sport, he is totally going to be the founding father of it & everyone will be compared to him for years to come. Shaun White, the Babe Ruth of snow.</div><div><br /></div><div>One last mention that is an interesting tidbit here. I have insomnia & I have totally found a cure for it in these Olympics: cross-country skiing. It's a terrible sport.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00429440204218104414noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-357378151937729649.post-45589168563750053032010-01-22T16:06:00.003-05:002010-01-22T16:27:22.391-05:00Baby LoveThe long-awaited arrival of the newest Aubrey has finally come! Kayla Alexandra Aubrey entered the world on January 14 & she is the most beautiful baby ever seen by human eyes. I'm not even just saying that because she's my niece, I'm really serious. I am totally obsessed with her & also amazed. Whenever I see her, all I can do is just stare at her & watch her like a big old creep. All she does right now is basically sleep, poop & eat. Sounds kinda like what my life consists of. We babysat for her the other day & she slept the entire time. Most people would find this boring but I did not.<div><br /></div><div>It is so interesting to watch her sleeping. She is obviously dreaming but I'm so curious to know what about. They say babies cant really see when they're first born & she obviously doesn't know how to speak so she can't have thoughts like we do. Yet without being able to see clearly or knowing anything about the world, she can have thoughts in these dreams. What could possibly make her smile or frown while dreaming? It must be just shapes & colors & what we would imagine to be a trippy kind of world.</div><div><br /></div><div>This little girl will never know our country before we had a black president. She will never know a universe when Pluto was a planet. She will never know Beyonce as the leading lady of Destiny's Child, only as the successful solo artist that's married to Jay-Z. She will never have been alive when the Mets won a World Series (& probably never will be.) A world without reality television? Not in her lifetime. She will never have known her Auntie Amy as a teenager. The end of bananas might come in her lifetime (I'm not sure if that's just a rumor.) But the end of polar bears certainly might be true. It's just so interesting to think about this baby & what will come in her future. Oh you wanted to see a picture? Well okay! If you insist.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfRJ0gOzJWR9g6R67BXkWA2nL9032Xddp5urGg9YKoA_oJHliJLvjEfwaQFvomzsR_ViThFbPOmLAXHddFRA9s3NObV3g0Qcke3-iwwZCa_DY4w7WrdvwJZmpjKPw6sULtCX5qXJYi0jk/s1600-h/P1200362.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfRJ0gOzJWR9g6R67BXkWA2nL9032Xddp5urGg9YKoA_oJHliJLvjEfwaQFvomzsR_ViThFbPOmLAXHddFRA9s3NObV3g0Qcke3-iwwZCa_DY4w7WrdvwJZmpjKPw6sULtCX5qXJYi0jk/s320/P1200362.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429678553193545842" /></a></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00429440204218104414noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-357378151937729649.post-59114859236025914012010-01-14T13:25:00.008-05:002010-01-14T14:01:25.951-05:00Step Off, GirlAs I sit here, Kelly is in the hospital & we are awaiting the arrival of my new baby niece. I'm trying not to go crazy waiting, though so I figured I'd make a new post & vent a little. I've been seeing this guy for a bit now & we went out again last night. He came to Staten Island & we went out to this little restaurant/bar around me for a few drinks. We decided to just sit at the bar & the bartender came over to take our drink order & I noticed immediately that she was giving him "the eyes". I am aware he's a good looking guy so that's fine, I can deal with that. Then the real annoyances began.<div><br /></div><div>So we are sitting there drinking & I had less left than he did but she acted as if I was invisible & got only him another drink. I had to wait around until she finally looked to his right & saw I was empty. Then she proceeds to interrupt our conversation & ask where we are from & I say "we" loosely because she obviously wasn't talking to me. She too hailed from the state of NJ so she continues talking for about a half hour & would not shut up despite his & my best efforts to ignore her. I finally had to pull a Brandy & Monica & just show this girl the boy was mine & resorted to a bit more PDA then I am generally comfortable with. After a few dirty looks thrown my way she eventually gave up. He, of course found this all hilarious but appreciated my taking control of the situation.</div><div><br /></div><div>I get that a bartender has to be courteous to the patrons & I have no problem having full conversations while enjoying my beverage but we're on a date so get the hint & step off, ho. Obviously if a guy is out with a girl, he wants to be talking to her & not you. Find your own man, girl, this one is occupied. And are you really trying to hit on him while I'm right there? If you're going to try to be a date-stealing slut, at least wait until I go to the bathroom or something. In the words of Stephanie Tanner, "How rude!" The good news is, I must really like this boy if I'm willing to get the claws out. I'll let you know how it goes.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00429440204218104414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-357378151937729649.post-54966709624503624972010-01-02T23:38:00.007-05:002010-01-02T23:54:30.375-05:002010: HERE I AM!YAYYY! Ever since the clock struck midnight to become 2006, I have been waiting for 2010! If you haven't been a follower of "Completely Random" for long, you may not know about my OCD with numbers <a href="http://amyaubrey.blogspot.com/2008/06/ocd.html">divisible by 5</a>. Well I'm very excited about this year because not only does it end in a 10 but both 20 & 10 are divisible by 5. It sounds stupid but to each her own. If I think this is going to be a good year, then gosh darn it I'm going to make it a good year.<div><br /></div><div>It's a little hard for it not to be a good year because there will be a brand new baby in my life within the next 10 days or so!! My sister-in-law is having a little girl who I am going to spoil until the cows come home! Therein is my first New Year's Resolution: to be the best aunt that ever walked the earth! I've never been an aunt before but I think I can live up to the task. I've never even been a babysitter before, so it may be a bit of a challenge. I'm pretty confident, though, especially after my cousin's little girl was recently over who doesn't really warm up to anybody. I stepped up to the plate & entertained her & by the end of the night, she was begging to sleep over because she liked me so much. Great confidence booster that was!</div><div><br /></div><div>Second & Third New Year's Resolutions are physical things that I'd like to accomplish. First is moving out of my house. It's easy to stay comfy here with having dinner made for me every night & not buying groceries & not paying rent & all, but as a 24-year-old, dear old Mom & Dad are really cramping my style. The other is (as it has been since I left Miami) to find a job in my field. A real job, not just a freelancing gig somewhere that they're going to replace me with an intern. These 2 goals basically go hand-in-hand because when I find a job, I will (hopefully) be banking enough dough to be able to afford rent at a nice place. Right now, I can't afford a whole lot so I'm gonna need to work on that.</div><div><br /></div><div>Whatever comes in 2010, I'm sure it will be more then I am bargaining for. There are always twists & turns along the way but it all works out in the end. There's no way to prepare for it all but here's to hoping for a good year! Here I am, 2010, are you ready for me?</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00429440204218104414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-357378151937729649.post-18333924067761578612009-12-27T11:21:00.003-05:002009-12-27T11:40:49.533-05:00Everytime a Bell Rings, an Angel Gets His WingsThis being the holiday season & me loving "It's a Wonderful Life", I figured I would show what the literary world refers to as a paradox between my life & George Bailey's. I'm not really sure if paradox is, in fact the correct world but it makes me sound super intelligent so let's just go with it, shall we?<div><br /></div><div>No, I didn't save anyone's life as a child, especially not my brothers' & they won't be war heroes anytime soon but other then that, we've got some similarities. Ever since George was a little boy, all he wanted to do was get out of Bedford Falls. I can relate. Yes, I got away when I went to college but I always had to return because of my very own Bailey Building & Loan (aka Holly Hill). I will probably end up working there forever, too. No, I don't have anyone lassoing the moon for me but maybe when we were getting married in 1st grade, Brendan Tracy leaned over & told me he'd love me til the day he dies (into my deaf ear, obviously).</div><div><br /></div><div>This is certainly one of my favorite movies & it always puts me in the holiday spirit. Unlike George, I won't be contemplating killing myself anytime soon so I won't be needing Clarence to come & save me. It would be interesting to see how an individual can change people's lives, though. I don't think I've had all that much of an impact so I don't think the world would change too much, but you never know. Merry Christmas. Merry Christmas you wonderful old Building & Loan!</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00429440204218104414noreply@blogger.com0