This year has been a whirlwind, and to be honest, it kind of sucked. I'm more than ready to say goodbye to 2009, and HELLOOOO 2010! I know that every year will have it's ups and downs, but in my naive little heart, I like to believe that this year will have far more ups than downs. Here's a quick review of Ohmygoshi 2009:

Realized just how much my college career came full circle: Have you ever had these moments when you realize certain sections of your life have been completed?

I anxiously awaited the big day to get me out of the waiting place (although let's be honest, I think I'm still there.....):I've realized that, right now, I'm in a holding pattern. I'm in that brief moment between being in the tunnel and barreling out at 60 mph.

I shared some dreams of mine: There are so many things I want to do, and yet so little time.

I blogged about my dislike of Mondays:It's Monday, Monday morning to be exact. I must be late.

Took some time and GRADUATED COLLEGE! and then took some much needed time off, and handed the reins over to some of my favorite bloggersThese past few weeks have been a blur. A good blur, but a blur nonetheless

Hit a real low and struggled a bit with the whole lack of job thing"Whoa, what about all the GREAT things I can do! Look at me! Please?! No? Ok....". I'm going stir-crazy right now
Engaged in an EPIC battle with Dell, and came out with a new computer!:Today was no exception. I got a phone call this morning from my Magic Dell Fairy, saying he'd be by sometime between 11am and 1pm

Contemplated Christmas in August:Sitting in a dark room, illuminated by a glowing fire and Christmas tree is one of my favorite favorite things to do all year long

Took a minute to take the scenic route and was reminded of all the beauty my city holds: The weather was great, but the view was something else entirely.

I got real pissy with WMATA, and made sure everyone knew: DC's Metro system is pretty stellar in comparison to some other places. However, that does not stop them from absolutely sucking on certain days

Had only one November Post: Speaking of Thanksgiving, this year the Ohmygoshi family (and extended family) will certainly have an interesting one

And finally, I witnessed first hand the great SnOMG of 2009: Ohhh Winter Blizzard of 2009 (Snowpocalypse, if you will), how you ROYALLY messed up my holiday travel plans is ridiculous

I know 2009 sucked for a lot of people this year. Economically, physically, emotionally, there was a lot going on this year. That's why I'm ready to leave it all behind and look forward. Here's to a clean slate, and fresh start.

Happy New Year.

Ohhh Winter Blizzard of 2009 (Snowpocalypse, if you will), how you ROYALLY messed up my holiday travel plans is ridiculous, and you cut my vacation time at home by 4 days so far. Ohhh JetBlue, thanks for not doing a damn thing and making things worse. Let's go through this blow by blow to see just how much fun Ohmygoshi has been having:

8:00pm Friday night: Jet Blue has cancelled my 6:20pm flight for the next day because of snow.

8:20pm: Scramble to find a new flight. Manage to get the last seat on on the last available flight for Sunday at 9am.

8:21pm: Breathe sigh of relief.

8:22pm-9:00am the next morning: Drink wine, play games, and enjoy the falling snow

9:00am-6:00pm: Flitter about, watching it snow, worrying about just how exactly I'm going to get to the airport tomorrow....

6:45pm: Use Craigslist to enlist the services of someone with a truck to drive me to Dulles (not kidding here, I really did!)

6:50pm: Have minor freakout over the possibilities of being kidnapped on the way to Dulles, and sold into slavery.

7:30pm: Decide to brave the still falling snow (22 hours now) and go out for dinner and drinks.

9:30-11:30pm: Packing

12:01am-6:00am: try to get some sleep.

6:30am: Check my flight status: ON TIME!

6:31am: Realize I'm checking TOMORROW's flight status. Today's flight status: CANCELLED


6:33am: Try to rebook flight on JetBlue. Nothing is available for THREE DAYS

6:34am: Wonder out loud why the hell JetBlue wouldn't just delay the flight rather than cancel it. Maybe customer service can tell me more.

6:35-7:05am: On hold with JetBlue

7:05am: Get into an argument with the customer service lady about their poor management of the day. I do feel bad about this, it wasn't her fault. But seriously, they don't offer to book me on another airline's flight, and were not very apologetic about the whole thing. Her attitude was "well, that's too bad, that's all we got!" What about all those passengers actually at the airport? Are they stuck there for days too?? JetBlue is making no effort whatsoever to remedy this situation for all of us. Instead, they are scrambling and cancelling flights. It stopped snowing 12 hours ago, the airport is open, there are other flights taking off, why was the flight not just delayed?! I WANT A DETAILED EXPLANATION!

7:50am: Call my mom in tears. It looks like I won't be back until Wednesday.

7:51am: Start looking around for other flights on other airlines.

7:52am: SUCCESS! There's a flight going from Dulles to Midway to Tampa TONIGHT!! For cheap! I must be on that flight!

7:52:30am: Flight is full. I'm not on it. Curses.

7:54am: Find nonstop flight from Dulles to Tampa tomorrow afternoon.

7:54:15am: BOOK THE FLIGHT

7:55-8:23am: On hold with JetBlue to cancel my flight

8:35am-11:00am: SLEEP

So the nightmare seems to be coming to an end. I'm on a flight tomorrow, that should get out without being cancelled. It cost me an extra $80, and gets me in to Tampa, but it's direct and leaves Monday instead of Wednesday, so I guess it's worth it. Metro is still only running underground with a few bus lines running, but I think they're planning on being open for rush hour tomorrow morning, so I should be able to get to the airport without a problem.

Here's hoping.

Mom: It'll be Forced Family Fun!

Me: (currently suffering from a cold) If I'm not dead by then...

Mom: Don't say that....the tickets aren't refundable!!
When we go to a bar or restaurant, we leave a tip to the waiter/waitress or bartender as a way of saying "thanks for the service!". How much we leave is generally dependent on how satisfied we feel. The better we were treated, the more we leave.

Is that how it works in our friendships and relationships as well? Do we only repay according to what we were given? Or do we willingly do things for the people we call friends, but do we expect grand gestures as methods of "thanks" in return? In general, when I do favors for friends, it's because I want to, not because I'm expecting something in return. I like to go out of my way to do things for others because I care about these people, and I want to make sure they know it. I try my hardest to be friendly when I first meet someone, but my personality can be so loud and outgoing at times, that I usually hold back until I feel comfortable around new people. This often comes across as harsh and unfriendly, I've been told on more than one occasion. But once I've forged a friendship, I hold on to it for dear life. I'll listen to their problems day after day, and always avail myself to them. I really don't expect much in return, except maybe honesty.

Is there a barometer to measure the proper way to say "thank you" to someone for a simple favor? What are your thoughts? How do you let your friends know you're thankful for the favors they do for you? Do you expect people to do certain things to show they are grateful to you? I'm genuinely curious about your thoughts!


...to post a screen shot of the weather outlook for Saturday:
Have you started listening to Christmas music yet? Because I have. I've had Pandora or Napster going almost all the time, and I only occasionally pause the yule tide greetings to listen to Justin Bieber croon about his first "love" or Mariah sing about her creepy stalker. Yes, I have both going in my rotation. Don't judge me, I know you do too.

I'm itching to start decorating for the season. Even though we're still two weeks out from Thanksgiving, I just want to put lights up in my room, and around the house. Our neighbors two doors down already adorned their porch with white lights, and I'm all "OMG when can I go buy white lights?!" My roomies seem to think I should wait until AFTER Turkey Day to go all Christmas Nazi on the house, but really, that's so far away!

Speaking of Thanksgiving, this year the Ohmygoshi family (and extended family) will certainly have an interesting one. So my brother goes to school in NYC and happens to have an apartment right on 6th, and right in front of Macy's. How did he score such a fabulous deal when he's in college, you may ask? I don't know, I keep wondering the same thing myself. I suppose it's not the most ideal situation since he shares his tiny 1 bedroom with 3 other dudes, but it's "student housing"...My mom and youngest brother (and our two dogs!) are driving up here next week, where we'll all meet at my uncle's house. On Wednesday, the family will catch the Bolt bus up to NYC, meet my mom's BFF and her daughter (who are flying in from FL) and crash at the Fabulous Apartment on 6th. Have you kept up with the numbers? That's a total of eight (8) of us in the Fabulous Apartment on 6th that can barely hold 4. YIKES.

We'll watch Snoopy and all his buddies float by our heads, officially welcome Santa Claus, and then we'll make our way back down to DC again, and probably die of exhaustion. The next day will be our big dinner, complete with friends, a DVRed parade playing in the background (because watching it LIVE and IN PERSON isn't good enough I guess...?), Beef Wellington, multiple types of pies, and lots of booze.

It's going to be a crazy shit show. I, for one, can't wait.

PS. what are some good "Thanksgiving" songs?! What do you play on Thanksgiving? Do you just play holiday music? I tried that last year, and I got comments that it felt more like Christmas dinner than Thanksgiving. Suggestions?!
DC's Metro system is pretty stellar in comparison to some other places. However, that does not stop them from absolutely sucking on certain days. Here are my peeves for WMATA:

  1. It irks me to no end when I've been waiting for 30 minutes for a stupid bus, and then THREE show up at the same time. I understand that sometimes traffic causes delays, therefore buses catching up to one another, but there is NO EXCUSE when you're only a couple miles out from the start of the line. None.
  2. When the sprite fifty something wearing yoga pants, a tank top, and a baseball hat gets on the bus, don't give me a dirty look for not getting up for you to sit down. You can obviously handle 90 minutes of sun salutations, a few more minutes standing isn't going to hurt. Consider it another glute exercise. You're butt will thank me later. In fact, I'm only willing to give my seat up to you if you meet the follow preques: a). You're pregnant or have small children with you. b). You are disabled and have a cane or walker. and c). You're old enough to get the Senior Discount at the movie theater without showing I.D.
  3. That being said, when a person with a cane gets on the bus, and you sit there with your headphones in looking like you hate the world while the person next to you gets up to give this disabled person your seat, you do not look good. In fact, you look like a jackass. Way to go.
  4. Mean bus drivers. You do not make the ride pleasant. Don't yell at the poor kid who obviously can't comprehend what a broken SmarTrip reader means. Or get annoyed with the out of towners who aren't really sure where to go. You make me want to pull the Stop Request cord for every stop just to annoy you.
  5. When I'm standing at the bus stop (after waiting HOURS! it seems like) and then the bus just flies right by me. So unacceptable, I want to scream. And the bus driver looks at me like "Hey girl!" No no no...NO. Before I even begin to entertain the idea of smiling at you, you need to back the bus up and come pick me up. Because just driving past me like that? Does not make me all warm and bubbly inside.
So those are my peeves with the WMATA's bus system. Thoughts? Comments? Concerns? What are your peeves?
On Monday nights, I have this group. We all meet at the same bar, with the same people, and order much of the same things. It's the start of the week, but for us, it's when we fill each other in on what happened the week before. Often times, we've seen each other over the weekend, but Monday nights always have a different vibe, and I don't know why.

I look forward to these nights. I like the stability that comes with it. The fact that, on Monday nights we'll meet at the bar, and laugh, and drink, and just enjoy each other. It's just what we do. We plan around it. Monday nights are (usually) reserved. Stories are told, gossip is shared, but most importantly, friendships are created. Sometimes, new faces make appearances, and sometimes they turn into regulars. We make plans, and we talk about goals and current events in our lives. We commiserate our yoga pains and growing pains, getting older is something we try to do with grace. We roll our eyes at comments and argue our points, but in the end, we always come back the next week. When life gets in the way, and one can't make it out that week, we notice the absence. The bartenders are now our friends and laugh along with us. They help us come up with new drinks, and they are willing to be try crazy things and then conveniently forget to put it on the tab.

We've been this group for about a year now, and I know that eventually, people will start to taper off as they leave the district for bigger and better dreams. Who knows where we'll be next year. Maybe off in New Mexico trying to write the next best seller, or saving lives in Africa. Maybe we'll be teaching others new things, or playing a game of soccer on the mall. Maybe traveling the world and seeing the sights of Europe and Asia. Who knows. We certainly don't. What we do know is that next week, we'll be right back at the bar with the same bartenders, the same drinks, and the same group of amazing friends.

On Monday nights, I have this group.
I had plans for today. Big plans. They included things like getting dressed! and going to the grocery store! and the library! and working out! But no, none of those things were accomplished. You know what I did instead? I sat in my PJs feeling like someone lit a match and threw it in my mouth, watching a boring episode of General Hospital, and eating Spiral Macaroni and Cheese. Now it's the late hour of 11:00 pm, and I'm ready for bed.

A few weeks ago, one of the people I babysit for says to me, "Kay tested positive for strep throat again! She just can't seem to shake it! Tee hee." While she may think this is amusing that her 2.5 year old is sick for the millionth time because she's never exposed to any of the right germs, the only thing I can think of is "WHY THE HECK AM I HERE?! Your kid is sick, with the only cure being antibiotics prescribed from the Doctor for which I have no insurance! ACK! DO YOU REALLY HAVE TO GO OUT FOR A MOVIE?!" From that point on I attempted to keep the child at an arms length distance, but I'm sure she managed to breathe in my direction at one point or another.

Yes, I'm one of those "40 million without health insurance" and yes it sucks. While the Dems and Repubs can't seem to get their act together long enough to put together a coherent sentence, I'm over here trying to not catch strep throat from snotty toddlers. This post isn't going to turn into anything political. I'm just going to leave it at that. This system is broken. SOMETHING needs to be done. And Nancy Pelosi is an idiot.

I went against my better judgement and googled the symptoms of "Strep Throat" and was horrified at the any number of diseases I could have. For about 5 seconds, I was pleased to see that usually strep does not come with a runny nose or sneezes, which I had, but have now mysteriously disappeared. Great.

If these kids were anywhere close to being nice and fun to be around, I might just be like "ah, these things happen when you work with kids." But these children are the spawns of all things evil. Everytime I walk out of there, I've been kicked, punched, molested, spit on, and little less sane than I was when I walked in. I try to explain their awful behavior to their parents who just laugh and say things like "oh he's going through a phase" or "oh kids! har har har. Doesn't this make you want to have them?!" No lady, it doesn't. In fact, it makes me want to rip my uterus out so children will NEVER happen to me!

You know what else I had big plans for? My life. Yeah. The plan was to go to my expensive 4 year college in NW Washington DC, major in something fabulous that will make me lots of money to pay back all the loans I took out, and then get a job after I graduate so I can start making all that money. Instead, I'm a nanny. A freaking nanny. Sure, the money is good, but it's not what I want to be doing! I'm supposed to be saving the world, one business problem at a time! I'm supposed to be having the time of my life, with a disposable paycheck! I'm supposed to be a big girl! I am so frustrated with the state of my life right now, it's ridiculous. This stupid economy is screwing up everything. And then they kick me off of my parents insurance to boot. I don't understand how that makes sense at all. I'm hating on life right now, I know. I don't need to be told, I know I'm acting like a raging bitch. It's the meds talking I tell you. The two nyquill I popped earlier are killers and make me say things out of rage. Wait, why are you laughing? That's all I can afford right now, OKAY?!

Right now, I'm going to go and watch last week's GLEE (because it, and only it, has the power to make me feel better right now) and try to get enough sleep so I don't want to kill myself tomorrow morning when I have to be up and babysitting at 7:40 in the morning. Please pray for me.
I'm SURE most of you have probably seen this video already, but I just couldn't resist. It is so adorable, I had to put it up here. It makes me laugh out loud everytime I watch it! Enjoy!

8 years is a long time to pass, and yet there are certain things I think I will always remember.

  1. That morning at the bus stop, my friend had told me about her crazy dream where planes exploded in the sky.
  2. Instead of watching morning announcements that day, we took a test. It wasn't until after that we learned what happened.
  3. 4th period was Biology. We watched the south tower fall.
  4. My teacher was near tears because her mom was a Flight Attendant, and she couldn't get in touch with her.
  5. When I got home, my mom was sitting on the floor in front of the TV.

It seems like just yesterday that the lovely Magda was counting down the days til the end of January, with February bringing the hopes of flowers and spring in the near future. Now here we are in September, where we're closer to February of 2010 than we are to the one of 2009. It's funny how fast time flies.

I'm tickled by the idea of Fall right around the corner. As Summer struggles to hang on to it's final days, there are whispers of pumpkin lattes, fall festivals, and cooler tempatures. Air conditioners are being turned off in lieu of open windows and cool evening breezes. Football is gearing up for it's annual takeover of Sunday afternoons and Monday nights (GO REDSKINS!). As visions of boots, and scarves dance through our heads, we roll into the final quarter of the year. After a trip to the post office (and the library!), I decided that instead of taking the bus back to the house, I'd walk the 1.7 miles. The weather was great, but the view was something else entirely.

Sometimes I forget exactly where it is I live. As I walked past the National Cathedral, Russian Embassy, and the old G.C. Murphy Co store, I was reminded of all the glory that this city holds. Just down the road you can find the streets that Langston Hughes looked out on as he wrote, and beyond that is where a President lost his life while taking in a show. Up further is where thousands gathered to hear a speech on freedom. And at the bottom of Wisconsin Ave., if you make a left on M St., you'll find the oldest standing building in D.C. The sounds of the street worked as my soundtrack today, with impatient drivers too important to be held up by someone attempting to turn, friends enjoying meals outside in a last minute attempt to savor the last of summer, and parents with babies and pets alike, all peppering my walk home. The sidewalks were crowded with joggers, and the air was softer than usual.

With the holidays right around the corner, it's easy to get swept up in the excitement of it all. We'll rush through October, November, and December, in a swirl of oranges and browns, greens and reds, only to find ourselves back in gray January anxiously waiting for Spring again. Our closets will be innundated by sweaters and coats, and our bank accounts will take an extra toll "because it's Christmas". While the late autumn and Christmas season are certainly my favorites, this year I'm in no rush to get to them. This time last year we were in the heat of the battle for race to the White House, and this year has proved to have many ups and downs. Who knows where we'll be in another 365 days. I've found that planning far in advance, doesn't do much, so now I just want to sit and enjoy.

Sometimes it's nice to just take the long walk home.
Words we had said
Grow in my head
Colored my thoughts
Sang me to bed

There have been certain people on my mind lately. The ones that I used to know, but now are strangers. It's weird how these people that we worked so hard to forget can easily pop back into our minds at the blink of an eye, or a flash of memory.
Lost memories
Grew into trees
Covered the doors
Swallowed the key

I've tried to reach out to them, let them know that I'm thinking of them and miss them, but so far there is very little to show for it. A friend request that lasted for weeks before eventually being turned down; messages unreturned. When we met, we had been thrown into brand new lives with only each other to cling to, we thought that friendship would last forever. How could it not?
Winters have come and gone you know
Winters have come and gone you know
But I'll meet you, young and free
For a dance 'round the memory tree

I've long since moved on to new friends and memories. I've lived new experiences, and traveled new places. I don't remember every word spoken, or every joke laughed. The secrets we shared with each other are no longer precious, and words have been whispered in the wrong direction. There's nothing to be done now, it doesn't make a difference to be mad or sad, because what's done is done. There is no "Undo" button.
Said I forgot
But I did not
Dreams we had
Play in my head

I've mentioned similar things before. And really, these things don't plague my thoughts often. But there are times, when a certain song plays, or a person passes by and I'm suddenly sideswiped by memories of friends that are no longer mine to claim anymore. It sucks, plain and simple. Friendships are so precious and fragile, it takes one misunderstanding to ruin it all. When a friendship, or any relationship for that matter, dissolves, rarely is it to be blamed entirely on one party, but not everyone sees it that way. In my opinion, it takes a lot of strength and courage to admit when you're part of the problem. I guess that's a quality that not everyone has. Or maybe they just haven't found it yet.
Did we believe
The cry of the leaves?
Did we regret?
Would we forget?

I've been considering hopping over to Wordpress so I can initiate the "password protect" posts, a feature that Blogger lacks. I know there are eyes peering in that I would rather not. It's a chance you take when you put words on the internet for all to see. But still, there are certain thoughts I'd like to block ceratain people from reading. It's not fair that they can cut me out of their lives entirely, while still reading up on mine. Is that passive agressive? I don't know. I've reached out, and got nothing in return. I feel like I'm beyond the point of trying. I've done my part in trying to mend the broken. But still, if and when the day comes that these certain people decide to reach back to me, I'll gladly take a dance around the memory tree.

Winter has come and gone you know
Winter has come and gone you know
But I'll meet you young and free
For a dance 'round the memory tree.

*"A Dance 'Round The Memory Tree" lyrics written and performed by Oren Lavie
Ah, guys...is it just my computer or is Twitter down again?

Cue massive panic attack by all of the Social Media world!

What are we all going to doooo??
The other night I had a dream in which someone had a red Starbucks cup. I remember distinctly thinking "Red Starbucks cup!! That must mean Christmas is nearly here!"

The thermometer may read 88 degrees Farenheit, but the trees are saying something different. They are beginning their journey to a long winter nap. The leaves are starting to fall off the heavy branches, and if you look closely enough, you might be able to spot a red or yellow leaf here or there. Every so often, there is a slight breeze in the air that lets you know that Fall is not too far away. This has been a moderate summer here in DC. The weather has been agreeable for the most part, with only a handful of unbearable days.

But still, I find myself counting down the days til I can start wearing my warm sweaters and jackets again; the days when it's cold enough to wear boots and jeans. I'm anxious for Pumpkin pie and warm apple cider. I miss the crisp air and the orange and red glow that radiates from the trees as a result of a perfect combination of sun and trees. I love the idea of Fall festivals, hay rides, and pumpkin picking.

I can't wait til Thanksgiving, when people get together to do nothing more than enjoy each others company. The Christmas season may still be months away, but it will be here before we know it. Sitting in a dark room, illuminated by a glowing fire and Christmas tree is one of my favorite favorite things to do all year long.

Cliche as it may be, the stockings hung by the fireside, the bubble lights glimmering in the dark, and soft Christmas caroles playing in the background, that's my idea of perfection.

I often see myself in her. We don't look alike. I have brown hair, hers is blonde. She's tall and lanky, and I was always on the shorter side. It's not because of our similar DNA that I see so much of myself in her, because really, we share very little. Instead it's because of everything she's trying to be right now, and everything she's not. I don't mean that in a negative way, not at all. I remember so clearly wanting to be grown up. I wanted so desperately to be older than I was. Her determination is not unlike my own. I remember the scheming and plotting with friends to arrange sleep-overs, and the thrill of excitement when our plans worked. I remember summers spent putting off homework and dreading the return of school. The excitement of the sixth grade is still so fresh in my mind.

I want to whisper in her ear and tell her it's OK to be a kid, and that growing up is something she'll have years to do; that she doesn't have to wear high heels around the house, and that the copious amounts of blue and silver eyeshadow can wait. But I know that will just lead to eye rolling and dismissal, it's a lesson we simply cannot learn until we've lived it. We look to the other side of the pasture and want to be over there, but we never want to be here. You never think to enjoy it until it's much too late. The truth is, some of my fondest memories come from those years when I could still count my age on two hands.

I am not old, not by a long shot. But I think we can all agree that there's something special about those years. If we could, we'd tell every little girl not to grow up too fast. It's in the back of the huge folder of responsibility we received upon entrance to The Big Girls Club. We know all too well the trials and tribulations that come with being a teenager, and I'm sure that there are a few things we wouldn't mind saying to our younger selves, if given the opportunity.

As I sit here typing this, there are two little girls upstairs giggling their way into the morning. They're watching Twilight and squealing with delight everytime Robert Pattinson comes on screen. The pink walls are adorned with posters of The Jonas Brothers and Edward Cullen. The corner is filled with rarely used toys that are much too childish to be played with by girls of such mature age. They are, afterall, nearly middle schoolers. It makes me smile to think of the fun they must be having, the secrets they must be sharing, and the bond that they are creating. I want to tell them to hold on to those memories and friendships as tight as they can, because so many of them come and go. I hope they remember the fun they had tonight when they are 15 and fighting over something silly. And if they go their seperate ways, I hope it's only to go to different schools. So few of my friendships survived into adulthood, but those are the ones I cherish the most now.

Eventually, her years will come, and she'll be watching TV while the next generation is upstairs swooning over the latest heart throb, sharing secrets in the dark, and giggling all night long. They will be trying so so hard to be older than their years will allow. While she may be tempted to roll her eyes and sigh loudly, she'll hesitate and remember all her own memories as they come flooding back to her mind.

And that will make her smile the warmest of all smiles.
Not for reals y'all, just for the week.

Dell finally broke me. After many calls to Dell, and three days of the Magic Dell Fairy trying to fix my poor computer, Dell broke me. I agreed to send it in to be looked at by "professionals".

They shipped me a box. I backed all my files up. And now I'm going to shut it down (and by that I mean, move it two inches, since it goes kaput when I do that...) and pack it up. They promised to have it back to me in "five to seven days", so hopefully I'll be back around these parts in no time.

Until then, bloggy friends.

Ohmygoshi out.
tip tap tip tap go the keys of various keyboards around me.

I'm back on campus right now, seeing as my Dell is following it's annual Summer tradition of being stupid and not working properly. In my family, our big "high school graduation gift" is a sparkling new laptop to accompany us on our journey to college. I remember the day it arrived, in it's big brown box. I was just bubbling with excitement over the fact that I would no longer have to share a computer. Finally, something that was all MINE. Being the oldest of three, the word "SHARE" has been drilled into my brain since I was 2.5 years old. I password protected that thing so fast, my brothers never even had a chance. (Though, I will admit I've since been way too lax on it, and often find all my sites logged out and certain other family members logged in...).

My Dell is just another reminder of how much time has passed since Summer of '05. My Mom, being the computer nerd that she is, purchased the super-duper all covering warranty for a few extra bucks, and since then I've had just about everything replaced. I got a new harddrive last summer, a new screen last fall, a new fan a few months ago, and then today, a new motherboard and monitor frame (which is essentially the top of the laptop). My warranty is super handy because not only was all that stuff FREE, but they also dispatched a friendly technician to do all the replacing. I like to call him the Magic Dell Fairy.

Today was no exception. I got a phone call this morning from my Magic Dell Fairy, saying he'd be by sometime between 11am and 1pm. He shows up, dismantles my computer, installs all things NEW, pieces it back together, and boots it back up. After a minor glitch with the keyboard and mousepad not being properly reconnected, it works like a dream, and looks like one too!

Off he goes on his merry way to wave his screwdriver, shout "Reparo!" and magically fix other people's computers.

I know you are all thinking, But wait, Ohmygoshi, didn't you say your computer wasn't working? I don't get it....

Three minutes after he leaves, the computer just turns off. Cue my "WTF?!" reaction. I try again with the same sad results. I frantically race upstairs to my cell phone, and dial his number to explain what happened. He comes back and tries a few things, only to end up on the phone with some other dude, saying "I don't zink we can trust zis mozerboard" (he had a French accent). He said something about the memory sticks maybe being a problem too.

Lovely. The only thoughts going through my head are "CRAP, I forgot to backup my harddrive, PLEASE OH PLEASE don't let it all be gone!". I've lost my umbilical cord to the world, which is just another reason why I need a phone with internet access on it. So tragedies like this don't happen anymore. I'm not one of those people that can just "disconnect" and be okay for a few days. I get antsy if I don't check my email every hour. And let's not even think about Facebook, can you imagine all the updates I'm going to miss?! The mere thought is already killing me. Gone are my plans to watch my latest Netflix movie. My Reader is sure to be overflowing with things that will take me days to catch up on. I can't even Google. Woe is me.

He promised to be back tomorrow with brand new parts (including a new bottom piece because mine is cracked in three different places, and new screws because I'm short a few. I'll let you laugh at the implications of that for a few moments...). The only original parts of my Dell will be the keyboard and mousepad.

So, that brings me back to the computer lab on campus. I was in the area anyways to run a few errands, so I figured I might as well stop in to reconnect with the world and share my sad sad story.

Let's all pray for a happy ending with new parts and all my files intacted. Otherwise, you just might hear me scream from my little Glover Park neighborhood.

There are times when I wish...
...I had the stomach to be a doctor, the brains to be a biochemist, or the grace to be a ballerina.

...I had the timing to be a comedian, the courage to be a soldier, or the vision to be an architect.

...I had the talent to win an Olympic gold-medal, the charm to be an actor, or the knowledge to be an inventor.

...I had the patience to be a teacher, the powers to save the world, or the money to feed the hungry.

...I had the words to write a novel, the money to see the world, or the ears to hear music before it's written.

...I had the creativity to be a designer, the spontaneity to be an adventurer, or the camera to be a photographer.

There are times when I wish I had 10x more than I do now. I wish for the skies and the stars to all be mine. I wish for the ability to fly and be free from the gravity that is pulling me down. I wish for money in the bank to cure all my problems.

But then there are the times when I look around and see my friends waiting for our next adventure through DC, or my family with their arms wide open for me. I see the filled photo frames and the diplomas as missions accomplished. I see the uncertainty of what's next as a blank canvas ready to be explored and painted with the colors of my choosing.

So, I tuck the wishes and dreams away, saving them for shooting stars, birthday candles, and wishbones. I already have more than I could ever wish for.
  1. Humidity
  2. Frizzy hair
  3. Unemployment
  4. Rain that seems to NEVER end
  5. Hangovers
What's your favorite song? What makes it your favorite? Is it the lyrics? The music arrangement? Maybe it just touches you at the right moment, and you fall in love. For me, that song is John Mayer's Slow Dancing In A Burning Room. From the very first second, the guitar sounds like it's crying and it sets the mood for the entire song. It's not a happy love song, but one that so many of us can relate to. That raw feeling of knowing it's ending, but wanting so desperately for it not to. I connected with this song right as my relationship was falling to pieces, and it fit so perfectly into every emotion I was feeling. One might think it's a masochistic tendency to keep going back to it, but something about it just draws me back in. I'm done with that part of my life. I've locked the door and thrown away the key. It was a wild and crazy relationship that was filled with so many emotions, but in the end, it wasn't working.


Tonight I was perusing the So You Think You Can Dance forums. I came across a discussion about the Katee/Joshua routine by Wade Robson set to Slow Dancing In A Burning Room. While I loved the routine, and the dancers, it left me wanting more. It's not that I didn't enjoy it when performed by Katua (Katee and Joshua's nickname, of course), but I felt like it lacked something. I then found out that Wade had actually choreographed a longer piece and filmed it with Pam Chu and Ben Susak:

I fell in love with it instantly. Everything about it is filled with so much emotion and intensity, it's almost impossible to take your eyes off the screen in fear that you might miss something. There's a raw, intense passion between the dancers and it's captivating. It's the small things, like how she pounds on his chest at 1:24, and he kicks her from behind at 1:33. The jumping from fighting to loving in a matter of seconds is so powerful. The pain they express is impossible to deny, and your heart breaks for them a million times over. I've watched it at least 10 times tonight already, and everytime I see something new that I hadn't seen the 9 other times before.

It's a dance of destruction, and it couldn't be more beautiful.

I think it has a certain ring to it...no? What about Ohmygoshiify? Let's just say that choosing my facebook vanity URL just got a lot harder!
Lately, I've been at a loss of things to write about. Perhaps it's because I'm feeling slightly on the down side of life right now and I don't want to bring all that negativity here. No one likes Debbie Downer. Four years ago when I started school, I had grand plans of coming out with a fabulous job and doing something GREAT! But then the whole recession thing kicked in, and the markets plummeted, and suddenly it was all "Whoa, what about all the GREAT things I can do! Look at me! Please?! No? Ok....". I'm going stir-crazy right now. It's nice to sit around and do nothing for the first week, maybe two. But after that, the novelty of the idea wears off. There are only so many TV shows I can watch and Tweets I can read without feeling exhausted from doing absolutely nothing. I get tired of looking through job listings all promising "$1000 a week! Entry-level!".

Two nights ago some friends and I ventured out to see good ole' Abe. We had a private showing of some of the nation's great monuments, and it was pretty cool. I sat on the cool, grey, marble steps, looking out at the illuminated Washington Monument and Capital Hill beyond that, and I just took it all in. The sky was dark blue with a pink and orange glow from the city lights. It was cool enough to keep most of the mosquitoes away, but not enough to be cold. I'm tired of being sad and feeling like a huge disappointment. I want to do something GREAT this summer. I don't know what that's going to be yet. I'm thinking of maybe taking a picture everyday and posting it as a sort of memoir for this Summer. Or maybe I'll try to go to a different museum everyday. Maybe I'll try to discover a new musical artist every week. I want to do something different. I want to learn and explore and take advantage of this freedom I've been blessed with. I'm working on a couple of different photo projects right now. I have frames all laid out on my floor as a constant reminder to get it done and up on the wall. Who knows, maybe I'll find my fabulous job on accident while on a great adventure this summer.

What should I do? Help me think of some fun (and cheap) activities to fill my days as I continue to look for a job.
I'm not going to lie...I am really REALLY tired of people asking me "SO! How's the job search going?!". Trust me when I say, that when I get a job, the whole entire world will know. I will shout it from the rooftops and be overly ecstatic about it. But until then, let's just assume I'm still working on it and not bring it up anymore. I get that it's the question everyone wants to ask any new college graduate. But as someone who is currently living it right now, it gets old. It's bad enough that I have panic attacks every day about not being gainfully employed, but when I get questioned about it everytime I talk to someone, it damn near maddening.

Now, moving on to a topic that doesn't involve the letters J-O-B....wait, I don't have much else to talk about. It's kinda boring here in Nowhere Land. The good news is, I'm almost completely caught up on all the TV I missed this season! Just a few more shows to go. I don't know what I'll do when I run out. Anyone have any good ones they can recommend?

Gosh, I'm so pathetic.
why hello sweet blog o' mine! oh how I've missed you! First and foremost, a great big thanks to all my guest bloggers! y'all rock. Let's do a quick recap of what the past month has been like for me:

  • got sick
  • Family came into town
  • Packing
  • Moving
  • Grad Party
  • Summer
These past few weeks have been a blur. A good blur, but a blur nonetheless. I'm now officially and totally moved in to my new digs, and I'm loving it. The roomies are all really cool, and the house is awesome. My room is awesome. It's just good stuff all around. It's strange waking up and realizing "hey, it's Thursday, and I have NOTHING to do today!". It's also pretty boring, although I will admit I've caught up on a lot of my favorite tv shows thanks to all this free time. I've been spending my days looking for a job (hello Unemployment. I don't like you), and enjoying this absolutely MAGNIFICENT weather we're experiencing in DC. I'm back just in time for the premiere of So You Think You Can Dance tonight on Fox. Get excited!

Since I've been gone so long, I thought I would host a giveaway as a sorts of apologies. It's for all my movie lovers. I have THREE seperate Free Month Trial cards for Netflix that I want to give to you! I, myself, am a big fan of Netflix and all that they offer. Not only is the delivery super fast, but there's also a TON of streaming movies/tv shows available through the website. So, if you've been on the fence about whether or not to sign-up, here's your chance to try it out for free for a month!

Here's how to enter:
  • Leave me a comment that includes the words "I love movies!"
  • For two entries you can tweet about it
  • For three entries you can blog about it
  • And for an automatic win you can find me a sweet job in the Advertising/PR industry
Make sure you let me know each time you enter so I can accurately keep track.

So there you go. What better way to enjoy the summer than with a free month of movies? The giveaway ends at 11:59 pm on May 31. I'll pick three winner at random and have them sent off by the 1st of June!

Happy Thursday!
Yay for besties!! I hope all of you have one as awesome amazing as I do! I was wondering what to write about for today’s post…I was supposed to write it yesterday but I had a freak-out moment about my lack of employment and didn’t write it. Instead I spent a little time dry heaving with fear that I will be poor and living in my parents’ house for the rest of my life.

As I was sitting at the computer today, I started thinking of al
l the things I could write about…the Josh Groban concert we attended, the Girl Scout Olympics events we would compete in as partners (3-legged race champs, don’t you know), and then I realized something pretty funny: we’ve been friends for eighteen years. Yup, our moms met when my mother was rather pregnant with my younger sister…who turns 18 in less than a week. So, it’s funny to note that our friendship is (finally) of age. I figured there would be no better story to tell on this momentous occasion of our friendship’s 18th birthday than the story of what she and our other best friend (we’re quite the trio) and one other friend did to me for my 18th birthday.

I was the last one of the bunch to turn 18. Pancakes’ (name changed to protect the v
ery, very guilty) birthday was (is!) March 26th and Ohmygoshi’s was (is) April 8th (and don’t you dare forget it), so as the August 5th baby, I’m always the last to celebrate everything. I’d planned to have a quiet night in with my family for my 18th birthday…I’d never been one for clubs (still not), so I figured I’d hunker down for an episode of Law and Order: SVU and chill out for the evening.

Until my friends showed up at my door a
nd announced they were kidnapping me. They made me change into “club clothes” (or as “clubby” as I could get after spending the summer working at Jesus Camp), put me in Ohmygoshi’s car (it was your car, right?) and blindfolded me. Awesome. Thirty minutes later we arrived at our desired location and I figured they’d taken me to Club Paris or Firestone or someplace downtown.

Nope. They’d taken me to Parliament House. If you live in Orlando, you know what I’m talking about. If you don’t, I’ll give you three words: Raunchy Gay Bar. That’s right, I spent my 18th birthday in a gay bar watching drag queens lip synch to Gloria Gaynor and Cher, getting leered at by suspicious-looking individuals and just generally enjoying the shirtless men dancing on platforms, etc. Too bad they were all uninterested in me.

All in all, it was a hilarious night in which Pancakes was asked to dance several times by a guy that was incredibly creepy (and, I guess, bi), I saw my fir
st drag show, and I laughed harder than I ever thought I could. So, when Ohmygoshi comes home next, we’ll have to celebrate the 18th birthday of our friendship.

We’re just not taking it to Parliament House.
so when ohmygoshi asked me to guestblog during her last few weeks of college (congrats! you're amazing!), i at first thought that i would be pretty bogged down myself--wedding planning, finals by proxy for the bff, work, dissertation, etc. etc. etc.--but when the smoke cleared a little bit and i had some time to breathe, i thought it would be a fun way to help out a bloggy friend.

then came the dilemma...what to write about? i thought about doing something deep and meaningful, about perhaps the rather discouraging job market, which i knew would resonate with several of her readers for whom this particular issue is throwing curveballs into a life already planned. serious is good, i thought. serious can make people think.

and then i wondered what on earth i, who is just trying to take a step of faith at a time myself, could possibly offer anyone. so amid all of this subconscious musing, the answer presented itself this morning, as i was doing my hair.

(don't doubt the power of uninterrupted bathroom time.)

i was putting a headband in my hair, a stopgap measure because i a) didn't want to blowdry it completely and b) didn't want it to just hang there like a dead animal. (my hair tends to do that when i'm growing it out...) and i realized....i have never truly understood nor mastered the art of the headband.

thus we come to my topic, which actually might be a little anticlimactic after all of this lead-in, but here we go: fashion trends that i've never really understood or have been able to successfully introduce into my life.

1--the headband.

i like them, i really do. i quite admire them when successfully worn by others, usually girls who have exceptional style. they can be thin or quite thick, and can add so much to an outfit.

but how do you know what to do with your hair? how do you get them to not plaster your hair down and give you the equivalent of helmet head? except, of course, it would be headband head? is there a particular head/face shape that makes one more successful than others?


i know many before me have philosophized on the merits of uggs or the lack thereof, but i just don't understand why ANYONE would wear them. let me back up. if i lived in the Great White North, i might embrace the idea of them. but really? all i think about is how smelly those things must get with the sweaty feet that inevitably result in a FLEECE-FILLED BOOT. maybe it's the florida in me. but it just doesn't make sense.

plus, they're ugly.

and i have now been the very last person to have talked about this.

3--bubble dresses.

okay, way back in the day, bubble dresses REALLY looked like bubbles. i probably have the terminology wrong for what i now am referring to as bubble dresses, but i mean those short dresses that are baggy until they reach the hem, which is several inches thick, and gets tight around the thighs. you know what i mean.

i don't get it. i don't understand why anybody really wears them. i'm sure i'll offend someone here, but i just think they're hideous and i haven't any idea why anyone would think that they were attractive?

i suppose i could go on and on, and those who have seen my addiction to cardigan sweaters could critique my fashion sense, but there you go. things i don't understand, can't embrace (and don't want to embrace), or wish that i could integrate into my own wardrobe.

as if life wasn't tough enough, you know? why does fashion have to be more difficult?
The lovely Ohmygoshi and I connected via TwentySomethingBloggers and Twitter sometime last year. I don’t keep up with 20SB as well as I should, but Twitter and I are still tight. When she asked me to guest blog I was excited because I never guest blog and the content on my blog, Thoughts from Meggie Poo, has been sparse since I apparently prefer TV and sleeping more than sitting down and cranking out a post or two. I’ve decided to write a post similar to one Amanda wrote a little bit ago, and also similar to a running commentary in the fab book I’m reading by Jen Lancaster (Bright Lights, Big Ass). So I’m writing an Open Letter Post.

An open letter to my sisters:

Dear Big Sis 1 and Big Sis 2,

I love you dearly. And I love my name. I am well aware that my life would have been drastically different without your influence and friendship. I am also very grateful that even as two and five-year-olds you knew not to give me a crazy name when our parents let you have the honor of naming me, your forever cute and adorable little sister. With this gratitude you should also know that I feel huge amounts of relief that there was a human on the show “My Little Pony”, which was your favorite cartoon. Had there not been a human named Megan living in that magical land full of colorful talking ponies, I would not have been given my name: Meghan. Your sweet little bubble gum filled brains could have given me the name Starlight, Bright Eyes, Clover or Bon- Bon- just like the lovable equines- but instead, you chose Meghan. So thank you, sisters. Thank you.


Starli… errr Meghan

I often think about what my life what have been like had I been named Starlight. I don’t think my parents would have let the situation get that far, but what if…

In high school, our coach used to make us run a mile twice a week. I hate running. With a severe passion. I've always been jealous of those folks that I see running up and down Embassy Row. "Oh, I think I'll go for a jog" say my friends, while just the mere thought of running gives me chest pains.
As I would come around the final bend of the last lap, I would pick my (painfully slow) speed, and sprint my way to the end. I don't know where I got all that energy from, but all I knew was that I was almost done, and the faster I went the faster I would reach the end.

I'm going AWOL for a little bit. I'm coming around that last bend and I'm ready to sprint. All that stands between me and that diploma are two finals, in quite possibly the hardest classes ever (for me at least...). But don't tune out just yet! I've asked around to some of my favorite favorites in the bloggy world and begged kindly asked for their assistance this week. I'll be back in a couple weeks after I have time to process everything that's happened over the course of this week and the past four years! Much love to you all!!!
It's blog swap day!!! Please welcome Brittany from Kendalling Love! This super-cute newlywed has a GREAT post that is exactly what I need right now - a guide to less stress!

Howdy to all readers of "When in Rome!"
Miss Ohmygoshi and I were paired up on 20-something bloggers a few days ago so that we could randomly switch blogs for a day! As soon as I saw a few of her posts, I figured we were a good match :)
My name is Brittany, and my husband and I have a blog (more so me, less so my husband :)) at http://briandbritt.blogspot.com called "Kendalling Love." We are graduates of Texas A&M in Biomedical Science (we met in class!). He was in Albania for the Peace Corps, while I was in graduate school in Miami... one thing led to another and we were engaged one week after our first kiss, and married seven months after that! We've been living a huge blessing in Miami ever since... enjoying the beach and sun when we're not working or in school. In the next few weeks, life's about to change drastically for us. Brian will be finishing up his teaching job. I will be getting my Master's in Biomedical Science. We will be moving to Texas for the summer to live with my family. And then... we start medical school this fall! It was his individual dream, and my individual dream, to become doctors when we "grew up." :) After meeting, we realized we had the mutual dream, and so ever since we went on our first real "date" as boyfriend/girlfriend (which... was via phone... because he was in Albania and I was in Texas... see how silly our relationship was?!), we have prayed every night that we could get into the same medical school and fulfill that ambition together. Dreams came true- and we found out in December that we will be attending the same medical school... at the same time! We're thrilled and know that even with all of the challenges we'll face, the rewards will be so much greater!
With that being said... there's been a little stress in our life lately, to say the least!... and I realized that EVERYbody- readers of When in Rome and Kendalling Love alike :) get SUPER stressed at one time or another. So I wanted to pass on this great forward with wonderful ideas about how a well-rounded person can adequately handle stress and be able to take a big deep breath and know that life is too short to spend worrying!

1. Pray
2. Go to bed on time.
3. Get up on time so you can start the day unrushed.
4. Say No to projects that won't fit into your time schedule, or that will
compromise your mental health.
5. Delegate tasks to capable others.
6. Simplify and unclutter your life.
7. Less is more. (Although one is often not enough, two are often too many.)
8. Allow extra time to do things and to get to places.
9. Pace yourself. Spread out big changes and difficult projects over time;
don't lump the hard things all together.
10. Take one day at a time.
11. Separate worries from concerns . If a situation is a concern, find out
what God would have you do and let go of the anxiety . If you can't do
anything about a situation, forget it.
12. Live within your budget; don't use credit cards for ordinary purchases.
13. Have backups; an extra car key in your wallet, an extra house key
buried in the garden, extra stamps, etc.
14. K.M.S. (Keep Mouth Shut). This single piece of advice can prevent
an enormous amount of trouble.
15. Do something for the Kid in You everyday.
16. Carry a Bible or othe inspirational book with you to read while waiting in line.
17. Get enough rest.
18. Eat right.
19. Get organized so everything has its place.
20. Listen to a CD while driving that can help improve your quality of life.
21. Write down thoughts and inspirations.
22. Every day, find time to be alone.
23. Having problems? Ty to nip small problems in the bud.
24. Make friends with good people.
25. Keep a folder of favourite scriptures on hand.
26. Remember that the shortest bridge between despair and hope is
often a good 'Thank you God.'
27. Laugh.
28. Laugh some more!
29. Take your work seriously, but not yourself at all.
30. Develop a forgiving attitude (most people are doing the best they can).
31. Be kind to unkind people (they probably need it the most).
32. Sit on your ego.
33. Talk less; listen more.
34. Slow down.
35. Remind yourself that you are not the general manager of the universe.
36 Every night before bed, think of one thing you're grateful for that you've
never been grateful for before.
MAKE it a great day!
I am not a mother. I don't have funny stories about the adorable things my baby did, or fond memories of pregnancy and I don't own any onesies, strollers, or formula. And the only pump I've ever been familiar with is the one at the gas station. Yet, last week, my heart broke for the loss of a beautiful baby girl. Madeline Alice Spohr passed away last week. She was 17 months old. I don't know the Spohrs in person, and up until last Tuesday night I had no idea who they were, but upon hearing their story, my heart shattered into a billion pieces.

Sometimes, Death is a welcome relief to the pain and suffering of our loved ones, but other times, it sneaks up on us and steals those who are most precious without any warning. It is truly heartbreaking to read the posts, and see the pictures of a small, tiny being who was here so briefly, yet touched the hearts of thousands. Life is our most precious commodity, but we take it for granted so easily.

It's a very strange feeling to grieve for a family that you don't know, to mourn the loss of a life you had no connection to. Upon reading what happened, I spent hours reading previous posts, adoring pictures, and felt the sudden sadness that she was gone. I can only imagine the pain that her friends and family are going through. I have nothing to give except my words, my thoughts, and my prayers for them. It's amazing the power of the internet has. In less than a week, over $30,000 has been donated in Madeline's name to the March of Dimes Foundation. News spread like wildfire, and the internet as a whole came together in support.

It's inspiring.

If you're interested in donating to the March of Dimes, please go here.
Dear Mother Nature,

I think you must have lost the memo that said Spring has begun. That means coats should no longer be required, and seeing your breathe when outside is illegal. I know the whole "april showers brings may flowers" thing, but really? I'm over it. Please bring the real Spring back.


To the JERK who left their PUPPY outside in the rain,

Why did you do that?! I understand that puppies need to be walked in the rain, but did you really have to leave him outside without any kind of sweater or raincoat? Poor thing was sitting there SHIVERING and looking so so sad! You are so lucky I didn't scoop him up and take him home with me!

Not so pleased bystander

To all the companies I've sent emails and resumes to,

Thank you for NOT responding to my emails. Really, I appreciate it. I love not knowing anything and continually feeling like I've been ignored. It's the highlight of my day.

Disgruntled soon-to-be-graduate

Dear Heidi,

You are awesome. And your Contest is even more awesome! If you're in the DC area and want a shot at an EXTRA 20% discount card to select stores during Downtown ShopAround, then go visit Heidi.


Dear Self,

You only have eight more days of class left. EIGHT. Try not to die before then. And please remember to eat. Food is good.

Birthdays are kind of a big thing at my house. My mom wasn't the type to just buy us whatever we wanted whenever we wanted. She would listen carefully to our demands requests, and then buy them for us for either our birthday or Christmas. Our birthdays were always a day dedicated to us. I remember that the night before, my mom would braid my hair after my bath so that my hair would be all wavy the next day. The restaurant was decided by the birthday kid, and presents were waiting at home along with our choice of cake (mine was always Chocolate Cheesecake with a cookie crust mmmm). Unlike some families, presents were reserved for after dinner and before cake. I think it's all in my mom's desire to make things last as long as possible, "If you open them in the morning then you'll have nothing to look forward to for the rest of the day!" she would tell us.

In high school, I was notorious for having a countdown to my birthday. I would usually start in January, since it's the next big thing after Christmas. I had no shame in announcing that it was ONLY SIX MORE WEEKS til my BIRTHDAY! This year, I felt the pangs of adulthood, and didn't want to annoy anyone with such childish things. Birthdays are no longer supposed to be fun, but dreaded. Another candle on the cake, another year to your age. Last year's birthday was the ultimate one. The big, forever coveted, twenty first birthday. When the anxiety over fakes and lurking police officers finally dissolves, and you proudly hand over your ID with confidence and pride because, Yes, you are indeed allowed to be here.

Still, despite the fact that "all the exciting birthdays are over" I still got pretty excited at the thought of my birthday. Last night, I enjoyed a glass of wine at midnight and I was pretty stoked. I don't mind wishing myself a happy birthday, it's my day of celebration, just like your birthday is one for celebrating as well! Some may think it's tacky to blog about yourself on your birthday, but I don't care. In my opinion, it's important to know and acknowledge, there are 365 days of the year, it's ok to take one day and celebrate yourself. I plan on instilling that to my children. Birthdays are special, and they always will be.

Happy Birthday to me!I think it's safe to say I demolished that cupcake
I've been doing a lot of reflecting lately. Both in my normal every day life, and here in my blog. My blogiversary is coming up and I can't believe it's been almost 2 years since I've been here! That's my longest commitment to date! While most of my writing is pretty mundane, I've had a few posts that I think were pretty good. I think we can all relate to the troubles of writing. Sometimes it comes so easily, while other times it's like pulling teeth. As a result, every so often we come up with a piece of writing or two that we're particularly proud of.

What are yours? Post links to them! I'd love to read them! :)

Here are mine:
The Waiting Place
The Vacation Life
Letting it roll off my shoulders
There's something buzzing in my head. No wait, maybe it's in my pillow? Oh, it's my alarm going off on my phone, under my pillow. 

It's Monday, Monday morning to be exact. I must be late. 

8:59 am, not too bad. Class starts at 9:55, I've got plenty of time. 

Coffee. I need coffee. Delicious coffee.  

I wonder what's happened overnight. Anything new in the news? Maybe someone wrote on my wall, or sent me a message! Perhaps my professor finally answered that question I emailed him a week ago. Maybe someone left a comment on my blog. 

Nothing. Oh well, maybe later. 

The blog reader is next. I've been waiting all weekend for updates from some of my favorites. I'll check out Apartment Therapy since I haven't done that in a while, and still haven't added them to my reader yet. 

Interesting. That looks cool. I like the colors of that print. I wonder how much it would cost to do that in my place. I like that photograph. The lighting is nice there. 

9:20 am - I should get up...but my bed is so comfy and warm. It's not as bright in here as it is normally, it must be raining. Great. Nothing better than a grey start to the week.  What should I wear today? That depends, what do I have going on this week? I want to wear this top tonight, but not today. I wore that one last week, so I better wait a few more days til I wear it again. I have too many clothes and nothing to wear. 

Such a first world complaint. 

I guess I'll just settle for t-shirt and jeans, I'll throw a sweater on over it.   

9:46 - shoot. I should have left a minute ago. I still need to brush my teeth and put my contacts in...I guess I'll skip the coffee for now. Breakfast too. Maybe later. 

I'm out the door by 9:52 and making the 5 minute walk up the hill to my first class of the week. 

It's Monday morning, I must be late.  

This weekend was great. On Friday night, I met up with awesome Ms. Argument for crepes and drinks, and we went on an EPIC quest to find just one beer more. Yesterday was a lot of fun too, but oh what a day it was. I got to hang out with some fabulous people, picnicked by the Washington Monument, enjoyed some good food, questionable drinks, and endured several uninvited gusts of strong winds.

I did get a few good photos...yay

We walked around the Sakura Matsuri...yay

Didn't have to work last night...yay

Discovered Vapiano...yay

My phone was hijacked and had inappropriate texts sent in all kinds of directions...BOO

Rocket Bar...yay

Adams Morgan...tired yay

Walking around all over for almost 9 hours...boo

Getting back to my apartment 15 hours after I left...boo.

It was a long long day, a lot of fun, but very long. Once you get to a certain degree of tiredness, the people that were fun just 2 hours earlier are wasted, and all you want to do is go home, it's not so much fun anymore. Today was spent recovering and doing nothing. I have nothing profound to write, no basic theme to follow, just writing for the sake of writing. Writing to avoid my mother's phone call informing me that I haven't updated in a while.

In other news, my birthday is this week! I've decided to expand from celebrating just one day, to the entire week. I think everyone should celebrate the entire week of their birth. We spend the other 51 weeks of the year celebrating others, dealing with crisis after crisis, and making sure we survive to see the next day. Why not take a week out to celebrate yourself? You've worked hard since last year! You've earned at least a week of being treated special just because! It makes perfect sense to me! Who's with me?!
...Do not start googling your favorite Japanese recipes at 1 a.m.

It will make you very hungry.

But instead of cooking, you must sleep.

And that will make you sad.

Sakura Matsuri this weekend! Come play!
This? This is a picture of an azalea. Despite the fact that this is my fourth cherry blossom season, I have no pretty pictures of Cherry Blossoms. This makes me sad. Let's try to change that this year. Next Saturday (the 4th) is the annual Sakura Matsuri or Cherry Blossom Festival in downtown D.C. Are any of you D.C. bloggers (or random readers) up for a day spent eating delicious Japanese foods, walking up and down the festival street, and then seeing some Cherry Blossoms? We can even have a picnic under the trees and drink like all the real Japanese folks do!

Yes? No? Maybe? Let's make it happen!! :)
Today, is Momma Ohmygoshi's birthday! I won't say how old she is, mostly because I value my life and the money she puts in my bank account, but I will say that she's lookin' pretty young these days! I just spent hours trying to find an e-card that I liked best, but then decided to go with a homemade one instead!! My mom has been one of my best friends, and I get all my best qualities from her. She's always made sure that we were happy and loved. She successfully balanced recitals, soccer games, competitions, baseball games, field trips, drama rehearsals, sleepovers, birthday parties, pickups and dropoffs, parent meetings, and more between all three of us. She teaches us responsibility, and honesty is always best. We've called her from over 6000 miles away to tattle on each other. She's taken us on vacations and trips all over, and made sure we always have something to remember them by. She enforces Forced Family Fun Nights when we're all home, and insists we go to the movies together, despite our protests. Over the course of almost 22 (!) years, she's always been the person I can go to no matter what, and I always will.

And what would a good birthday tribute be without a few photos to go with it?
Here she is in Kindergarten or First grade. (She's 2nd row up, fifth one from the right)Here she is with her dog, Happy, and her not too pleased brother. Check out those wings on that station wagon!
She's the little one
Forced Family Fun night. That's my brother, he's a winner, I know. The other brother. We end with one of my favorite photos. One baby, two mothers, three daughters, three generations.

Happy Birthday, Mom!
I love you!
There are so many things I want to do, and yet so little time. If I could, I would move from place to place, always trying something new. I want to go on an archeological dig. I want to unearth a piece of clay that represents thousands of years of history. I want to be mystified by the towering bricks of triangle that seem impossible to have been man-made.

I want to count the stars. I want to witness the beauty of a dying star's last breathe and final burst of color. A star that has been gone since before the dinosaurs walked the earth, but its light is just now getting here.

I want to plant something and watch it turn into something beautiful. I want to go to Africa and play soccer with kids. I want to have photos published in National Geographic. I want to be part of the wine making process. I want to be the one who cuts the trailers for movies and makes them look so good. I want to to take photos that people ooh and ahh over. I want to swim with the dolphins. I want to go on an African Safari. I want to teach English in Japan to little kids. I want to fly an airplane. I want to jump out of an airplane. I want to go to Thailand. I want to be part of a team that comes up with a brilliantly successful ad campaign. I want to be a spy.

I want to have that moment where I know it's going to be Forever, and plan a wonderful, fabulous wedding. I want to see the Northern Lights. I want to win an Academy Award, and thank my Mom for always believing in me. I want to take a totally spontaneous road trip. I want to go to sleep with a fabulous view of the neon city skyline.

I want to live and love and feel.

I want to.
I had a date last night!!

Ok, not that kind of date, but a Blogger one! Last night I made plans with the lovely Magda to meetup for wine and flatbreads at the delicious Enology.

One of the great things I love about blogging is the relationships you build with others through a few tip taps on the keyboard. Friendships made through the bits and pieces we choose to share with each other. Friendships not based on status, or money, or a "popular" factor. It's wonderful, and when those friendships can translate over from the computer to real life, it's even better!

It was nerve wracking at first. What if she thinks I'm weird? What if we have NOTHING to talk about?! What if she thinks I'm nothing like she thought I would be?! Luckily, last night couldn't have been more fun. We sat and chatted for hours, enjoying cocktails, wine, yummy Pesto Flatbread, and eventually margaritas. We exchanged blogging stories, and swapped favorite memories and Christmas traditions. We filled each other in on details that had been purposely left out before. It was such a great time! She promised to introduce me to some of the other bloggers, and I can't wait!

Yay for meetups!

Now all I have to do is figure out how to stay in DC past May. Got any ideas??
Every Wednesday (or so) Roxy, one of the lovely Chickbug ladies, posts a Def Jam Poetry video from Youtube. This past week was one I enjoyed, and watched a few others by the same poet. That lead me to another poet featured on the show, Sarah Kay. I was struck by how her words fit so well with her voice and her movements. Something about her drew me in, and I ended up watching several of her performances. While I found all her work to be awesome, I keep coming back to two different pieces in particular. Maybe it's because I can so relate to one of them, or that I so want to be able to relate to the other. I'm not sure. But here they are for you to see.

exhausted doesn't begin to describe how I feel right now. In a matter of minutes, no seconds, I went from fine, to surprised, to disbelief, to excitement, to anger, to sadness, to fear, and back again. I am emotionally exhausted.

You can't just call and say you're a mere drive away, and expect me to drop everything for you. I haven't seen you since I dropped you off at the airport that cool morning in May, 2005. That's almost one thousand four hundred and sixty days ago, just in case you weren't keeping count. Just a recap on what you've missed out on: 2 freshman years, 5 Family Weekends, 6 opportunities to see us shine, 4 Christmases, 11 birthdays, 1 graduation, thousands of laughs, and hundreds of days that went without even a phone call.

I love you because I have to. I am one half you. What more do you want from me? It's a fine line between hate and love, and I walk it on a daily basis. How can you stand to be away from 3 parts of you that introduced you to the realm of fatherhood? The first one to call you "daddy", your first son, and the one that's always adored you from day one. You don't even know who we are anymore. How can you stand to realize that you haven't been there to shape us, and make us, and mold us to who we are today?

There will be times when I'll be walking and a smell will catch my nose and bring me back to years ago, and my heart will physically hurt for all the missed memories that could have been made, and all the pictures that could have been taken, had you just...been around more. I choke back the tears and fake a yawn to cover my slip-up. Big girls don't cry over broken promises and lost daddies.

You call, and we rearrange our schedules to see you. We call, and can't get a hold of you for days.

You may send relief in the form of dollars, but in the end, it won't be the number in the bank account we remember. It will be those vacations we took, and the family game nights we had, and the movies we saw, and the photos we smiled for, and the dinners we shared, that we remember.

And your face, will be the only one that's missing.
I think we've waited long enough....no??

Movie Trailers - Movies Blog

Do you think I can buy my tickets now??
The first roller coaster I rode was The Incredible Hulk at Universal's Islands of Adventure in Orlando. We were in the sixth grade, and thought we were on top of the world. We decided to be daring and go for front row. I was pumped. It wasn't until we were about two or three sets of riders away when I suddenly felt queasy. As we moved up to the front of the gate, we were all giggling with nervous excitement. We were putting on a brave face for each other, while inside each one of us was terrified. As the car pulled up, we settled in to our individual seats, pulling the large green harness down over ourselves and buckling it on both sides. I was dead center in the front row, that's when it hit me. I was NOT ready for this. I had never done anything like this before in my life! What in the world was I doing now?! It was too late, and there was no turning back. The car started to move and began to slowly ascend the long purple tunnel or "gamma tube" in front of us. My mind and my heart were racing. I couldn't believe I had gotten on this thing! Just as I was starting to process everything that was taking place, the car lurched forward and hurtled through the rest of the tunnel, did an immediate zero-g role, and plunged down the 105 ft hill. It was the thrill of a lifetime, and one that we repeated five times that day, and countless times in the near ten years since.

When I graduated High School, my mom gave me a special copy of Oh, The Places You Will Go by Dr. Seuss, one that came with it's own holder, and a hand written note inside. I often find myself reading the book as a reminder for all the things I can do. The colorful pictures and comforting rhythm ease my anxiety and bring me back to Earth. What I love about the book is that it doesn't present life as being happy and fun and easy all the time. It warns of the Bang-ups and Hang-ups that are bound to happen, and the difficulties of un-Slumping yourself. Usually when I'm reading the book, I've hit a slump of my own and it's nice to be reminded that I will come out of it, even if it's Dr. Seuss doing the reminding.

I've realized that, right now, I'm in a holding pattern. I'm in that brief moment between being in the tunnel and barreling out at 60 mph. I've waited in line, I've done all the pre-reqs and strapped myself in, now I'm just waiting for takeoff. I'm in The Waiting Place. My mind is racing and my heart is anxious with excitement and fear, sometimes I can barely catch my breath.

I've been waiting for school to be over. I've been waiting for life to start. I've been waiting to not be scared anymore.

That's not for you!
Somehow you'll escape
all that waiting and staying
You'll find the bright places
where Boom Bands are playing.
With banner flip-flapping,
once more you'll ride high!
Ready for anything under the sky.
Ready because you're that kind of guy.
be your name Buxbaum or Bixby or Bray
or Mordecai Ali Van Allen O'Shea,
you're off to Great Places!
Today is your day!
Your mountain is waiting.
So...get on your way!"
- Dr. Seuss Oh, The Places You Will Go!

But now I'm ready. I'm ready to catch my breath. It's going to be tbe thrill of a lifetime.