Irish Times

Saturday, I went to the Celtic Festival near my parent's house in Maryland. It was country, but it was fun. We ate a lot... funnel cakes, turkey legs, meat pies, ice cream, fish and chips and gyros! Because everyone knows that the great Celtic traditions in the highlands began in Greece... yeah right, that is the connection. I didn't eat all of those things, but I did indulge a bit more than I probably should have. But it was a nice day and the food was tasty. Today though, I'm feeling pretty chubby and like I should exercise. My problem is though that I'm lazy and unmotivated, so even though I say I need to do this, I know myself and I know I probably won't. There is one thing though, I probably will never have this problem.

Cheeks!

As a count down to my neice Lucy's first birthday, here is one of my favorite pictures. She is such a little old French lady in this one! Also, since Anne posted a picture of her, I thought I would declare today National Cheeks Day! And I know that sounds weird, but get your minds out of the gutter!

Growing Up?

My friend Anne asked that for her birthday this year we forgo the drunken nightlife and strive for a more sophisticated, mature Sunday Brunch atmosphere.

Being good friends, we all decided screw that, we want some laughs. So we proceeded to talk her boyfriend (the Planner) into the Perry's Drag Queen Brunch in Adam's Morgan.

Here is Anne cheesing it up with her singles we provided her. Otherwise she would not have been able to tip the "ladies" and get many pictures.

We had an awesome time and there were many, many laughs to be had. I couldn't even finish most of my delicious food because my stomach hurt too much.

Most of my pictures are a bit too racy, but here are a few I can actually post.

There was a table of elderly ladies who were living it up, Kristen grabbed a "boob" and "Shakira" even made an appearance! It was a party to remember forever.

I don't think Anne will forget it either!

Happy Birthday Anne!!!

You are a Kindred Spirit and I'm so blessed to call you a friend. I hope this year's celebrations are filled with fun and memories!

Dear Hokies

The other day I was reading my friend's blog entry about the Virginia Tech tragedy and I felt as though I should write something. But I felt a little silly and as though I would be a fraud for saying something since I wasn't personally effected by the shooting. I don't know any of the victims and any alumni of VT that I might know, I probably haven't spoken to them in a long time.

But then I was watching the news last night. They were showing pictures of the victims, their friends and family were saying a few words about the loved ones lost. I started to get a little teary eyed and thought about when I was in school and how horrible it would have been if that would have happened to me or my friends. Then I realized that I wouldn't be a fraud for saying something, because that could have been anyone and it shouldn't have happened in the first place.

So I guess all I'm saying is that, I'm wearing my orange and maroon today and that my thoughts and prayers are with you all.

Blades of Glory

Last Friday I saw Will Ferrell and that guy from Napoleon Dynamite in spandex! It was hilarious if not the gay version of The Cutting Edge. After I got over the image of two guys figure skating together and Will Ferrell in a gold leotard, it was super funny. Hilly and I were laughing and then getting grossed out. I used to watch a lot of figure skating growing up, had the Dorothy Hamill haircut (I know, stop laughing), I even got to meet Peggy Flemming when I was little (it was super exciting), I even own The Cutting Edge.... I feel like I'm introducing myself at Figure Skating Fans Anonymous or something. Anyways, my point is that I like figure skating, but I like to make fun of it even more. My friend, Shalena, used to love coming over to my parent's house during the Winter Olympics when we were younger because she was not allowed to cheer when someone fell or made a complete fool of themselves during their performance. My parents, on the other hand, encouraged any sort of competitive behavior, even if meant calling ice skaters fat or praying they would do a nose dive into the judges. So to sum up, Blades of Glory was hilarious and completely satisfied my competitive edge.

Happy Birthday Holly!

Happy Birthday Butterball! I can't believe you are 25 already. It feels like only yesterday when you were born. I'm so glad you are my sister!

Hobby?

Danni found this inventive product online. I think everyone should get one. Then we could all do without fur coats and give everyone "High Paws" or whever those weird cartoons are doing. Ok, I don't mean to stereotype, but why do all the really weird things come from Asia? Meeoow!

Yuck!

What is with dudes who snarf their snot up in public? And if there are any women who do this as well, what is with you? I don’t understand why people need to do this, what is the purpose? If you need a tissue, get a tissue and blow your nose! I have experienced a running nose all winter and I haven’t sucked my snot up with a loud noise once. So please, for the love of all that is holy, please stop snarffing your snot up through your nose to the back of your throat and then swallowing it! That is the only thing I can think of that happens to that snot, which is almost more disgusting than the noise.

I was subjected to a chorus of snotty-nosed snarffing guys on the metro this morning and the agony, I can assure you, was acute. All I could think about was my sweet broken iPod and how much I missed it. I am starting to go through withdrawal. Mark my words, once I have enough money I am totally buying a new one so that I can drown out any disgusting noises from the metro. Sorry I keep complaining, maybe when things get less busy at work I will have fun things to write about and not my boring metro rides.

On the Metro

Riding on the DC metro is already an experience, trust me!

So the other day I should not have been shocked when I came upon one of the most horrible things my eyes have ever seen. I was walking down the stairs to the Green Line or the Soul Train, as I call it. Waiting on the platform was a little stocky, seemingly professional man with glasses. As I descended the stairs I noticed his tan sweater and then I noticed the horrific part, the electric blue spandex shorts! Seriously? Not only was it bad enough that he was wearing spandex, but his sweater only went to his waist. So he looked like he forgot his pants. And then, as I was standing on the platform praying for my train to get there to end the misery, I happened to notice one more thing.... I couldn't help but notice...really...there were other girls laughing. The shorts had become so accustomed to the wearer, that they migrated into the crevasses of this man to reveal his crack. So I was standing on the metro platform and wondering what would possess a person to leave the privacy of a building, such as a gym or a house, and wander about in public in spandex?

Holiday

Now that I'm starting a new blog and finally figured out how to post things, here is the update since last month. I celebrated my 30th birthday with a restaurant full of friends, then we danced the night away. It was a pretty good night! A few days after that I left for my European holiday with my sister, Torie. We had an awesome time and I'm sure I have already bored my friends with my numerous stories.

So, now I am back to my normal life and work. Which, by the way, is super busy or at least it is for me. On my way home today on the metro I started to think about how I wished my life could always be vacation. I guess it wouldn't be vacation than it would just be my life but that was what I thought. I was also thinking that, for me at least, I am a different person when I am on holiday . Not that I am not myself, but more myself. In my everyday life I wake up early, go to work, come home to eat dinner alone and then go to bed. When I wake up for work the next day I have the feeling that I never left work, since I was just there. Of course I do see my friends and have fun on the weekend, I'm not a completely sad shell of a person. But you see what I mean? Everyday life is pretty mundane.

But on holiday, I don't mind getting up because I have a whole day of fun and exploring to do. Normal things like drinking coffee or buying fruit seem so much more exotic, well at least on most holidays. Staying up late doesn't seem to phase me because it isn't a school night and sleeping in is always an option.

And it isn't just your normal day to day life that changes, your personality changes a bit too! In a good way of course (at least for most people). I'm pretty content with my life. I think once I got over all the depression from the last year, not from turning thirty, I realized that even if my life isn't what I had imagined when I was little. It is still pretty great! But on a day to day basis, I feel that I can be slightly average and not too exciting. I know it is a shock. On holiday, I find that my inhibitions tend to be a bit more lose. Nothing too crazy, you perverts! For example, my girls friends said before I left on vacation to be sure to kiss a few boys while I was in Europe. I think Hills actually said to bring one home in a suitcase. I don't know if they were joking or not, but when I found a super cute foreign boy their words echoed in my brain and I had to kiss him! In my everyday life I would have wanted to, but I might have stopped myself (maybe).

I'm not saying that I regret any of the kisses in Europe, not even the 20 year old. Anne, I'll tell you about that later. What I am saying is that now that I'm home and dealing with reality and my everyday life, I wish I were on vacation kissing that cute Aussie. And sadly I am no longer on holiday.

Blogging for Dumbies

Some how I completely lost my first blog and had to start a new one. So below is the one entry from my first blog. From now on I will hopefully figure out how to post things! But for tonight I'm tired.

Like a Virgin Again!

I'm starting a blog and feeling a little nervous that I might not have enough stories or cool things to talk about. Maybe no one will ever read my posts. Maybe I'll have too many funny stories to pick which ones to write about. I doubt it, but I do have weird things happen to me. I have other friends who have gone before me and I'm inspired to start something for myself. Part because I will be 30 in less than 8 days and maybe part because I wish I wrote fun things for a living.So here it goes, my first blog entry. And like the Great Madonna says in her song, I feel like a virgin... you know how it goes. For anyone who ever reads this and doesn't know me (I'm not expecting any of you, so don't expect an intro), welcome and I'm sure that as long as I'm able to keep up the blog you will figure out what I'm like through them.I don't have much going on at the moment in my little life: work, hanging out with friends, my family and my cats. I'm single for the time being and hoping not to turn into the Crazy Cat Lady, but fearing it might be too late since I own two cats. Gosh, I truely hope I'm not a Cat Lady! Not to brag, but soon my little life will get a bit more exciting. I'll be celebrating my 30th with my sisters in Europe. I'm sure to have some stories after that!So there is me in a nutshell and hopefully not the worst start to a blog in history!