ugh… that’s a lot of lace.
I haven’t written on here in a while. It’s due to the amount of trips, projects and Face booking I’ve been doing instead… sorry to disappoint.
I went on a camping trip with my best friend, 2 Tims, a Wes and a Trevor. We were in the Adirondacks in Upstate New York…. Let me tell you how cold it was up there… FREEEZZZING. Did I mention the rain? Cause that was there too. It was definitely worth going up there and spending time in the outdoors with some good friends…
I ended up missing a day of work because I got way sick…
… Occupational hazard.
I hit Sarah DeGrado in the ankle with the Frisbee so hard I started crying from the laughter… You would laugh too if you saw how Sarah acts when she can’t catch a Frisbee/freaks out
…. Don’t worry, it really wasn’t that hard…she just acted like it was.
That’s it for now.
this past weekend I've been honored with the presence of several of my far away friends. Here's what we did.
Friday, Kelly and I went into the city Friday morning, I worked at the Gallery and she went about town on her own.
We headed to Katz's for dinner (after stopping in some awesome industrial lamp stores along the way) and met up with another friend of mine from Florida and two of her other fellow new jeresy-iean friends ( insert fist pump dance here).
after waiting in the subway for Marty for a while (wrong train..uuggh) he met up with us and we headed to Rich to Riches- this really cool rice pudding place... delicious.
we parted ways with my fist pumping crew and Kelly, Marty and I headed up to Don and Cami's for the night .
Since it was Marty's first time in NYC we wanted to make sure he got to see the sights. With Kelly's food-directed plan for the day in mind, we headed out for coffee and scones with Cami and met up with Jessica Gill.
(side note: Cami is coming to the Ingrid concert with us in a few weeks.... she just upped her coolness factor!)
through out the day we hit up cathedrals, coffee shops, thrift stores, The Strand (one of the coolest places in NY ... at least in my opinion... a second hand book store) Union SQ, the NY public lib, time square and Big Nicks for Dinner... we walked and walked and walked and walked... are we sensing a theme? We headed home, exhausted.
Went to church in Wash. Nj and just hung around till Marty caught a bus... were we did our very best to embarrass him by loud obnoxious cheering and hollering while he waited for the bus to take off... and then again on the road when we caught up to it in our car... Keep it awkward people... that's my life mato/goal.
Andies Mts = beautiful
They have great fish… but some of it is kind of gross.
I am taller than 95% of the population.
Time means nothing there… if you “need” to be somewhere at 3:00… you can show up at 5:00, 6:00….
It is much harder to haggle in Spanish than in English.
You eat all day, every day.
The beaches are beautiful and the water is freezing.
My mother is better at doing a Zip Line in the rain forest than I am.
Between taking all night busses and planes, I’ve gotten very good at sleeping in a chair.
Apparently you can blame any illness on the altitude…. According to my mother.
You can also cure everything with herbal tea.
If you are not cured by the herbal tea, you better B-line it to the hospital…cause something is WRONG!
You can buy anything you need while sitting in your car at a stop light…. Anything.
They have gross pickles.
Cami and I have this little joke about “The Crazy of the Day Award”. Where when we see/know/experience someone or something that happens that day that is funny/weird/crazy or what have you, we share and declare them “crazy of the day”…. Being in the city a lot, we have more than enough material to work with… so I’ve decided to post my most recent.
So the other day I was in a McDonalds. I was waiting in the bathroom line for the ladies room. There was man next to me waiting for the men’s room. For one reason or another, he felt compelled to approach me. His name was Mike, he’s 43 and proceeded to hold a 4 min conversation. I use the term “conversation” loosely being that he was the only one talking, extremely fast, almost in a frantic way and pretty spastic. He didn’t seem scary or anything like that, but there was something off… so I kept my mouth shut and just let him talk till he was done or the bathroom door opened. Meanwhile I was staring at his face and thinking “where is the closest exit”, giving an occasional head nod, hoping my friend at the table was picking up on this, he was telling me WAY too much personal information about himself, about his 14 year old daughter, his friend who owns a McDonalds in the diamond district… and his 3 year stint in prison…
… Another winner ladies…
And the crazy award for the day goes to Mike, age 43.
The Tale of Jenny Jump and The Puking Monster....
Once upon a time in a far away place where Jenny Jumps, lived 4 best friends. The first is Snob. Snob was a large man with the strength of a bear and a crew cut that no one, not even the man who invited crew cuts, Sargent General Crew, could hold a candle to. Snob wore a long brown duster an India Jones hat. Every time he walked in the room, the sound track of an old western would magically chime in annoying everyone around him. I mean really… who want to hear ooo oooo ooo ooo ooo… wham wham wham- Every time you saw someone. The next was Smanet. Smanet was a kind soul who, when not drugged on sleeping medicine, could concur the world armed only with a candelier, and air mattress, a rug, and a home made table cloth … and did once before on Septermber 16 1997. Yes, that day, the world belonged to Smanet. But, in her stooper from the sleeping meds, she forgot to change the candles in her candelier and the world was lost of out her graps. Bast you Snob of your incessant snoring causing all of those around you wear ear plugs and take sleeping medicine…. Nose strips Snob … Nose strips!
This third was name Lips. Yes… from her name you can presume why she was called that…. Her eyes were huge. Although Lips was small in stature, she was as feisty as a goat on Canadian Thanksgiving. Lips was the only one who ventured outside of the grounds. She talked about his farway magical place called “work”. She came back with horror stories of how she was lock in a glass cage all day. Forced to touch the most vile and bacteria infested paper and do things that involved locking hard round things with pictures imprinted on them in some sort of vault. The forth best friend was Smashlee. Yes as you can tell by the name she was gentle and kind… And all though she had and incisive problem with constant sleep walking, her friends didn’t seem to mind. After all, one was always at “work”, one was knocked out on sleeping medication and the other snored so loud that he didn’t hear Smashlee walking about the cabin.
Little did they know what horrific, terrible, dreadful, appalling thing was about to take place in their very beloved home…..
(dun dun duuuuuuuuun)
To be conintued……
(can you tell I’m bored at work)