Right Now

I'm not going to lie--this brought tiny happy teardrops to my eye balls.

And This Is Only About an Eighth of Them.

When I get super stressed out,

I like to take really gorgeous pictures of myself

and let the serenity wash over me

while I bask in their beauty.

Friday Photo: Playing with Chalk Like a Big Girl

These Streets Will Make You Feel Brand New, Big Lights Will Inspire You, Let's Hear It For New York

I took A LOT of pictures of Sarah.

She wanted to kill me.

But she's just so prrrrrrrretty.

Especially against the darkness of the subway

and the grandeur of Grand Central.

We started out by waiting outside of Gramaldi's for about 45 minutes. Worth it.

Went to Washington Square Park and ran into an Indian Festival where they were handing out plates piled high of FREE Indian food. Go and I just about cried because we were still stuffed from Gramaldi's. Usually this wouldn't phase me but my stomach has shrunk since I've been on Kristi Approved. Dang you, Kristi Approved. You made me miss out on free Indian food. We did partake of the Hare Krishna lemonade, which we found slightly humorous until we remembered it was Kool-Aid we should be drinking, not lemonade. Go said his tasted like LSD. Mine tasted like the huge plastic bucket from whence it came.

I wish I had the guts to take pictures of the Indian festival, especially the Hare Krishna booths. I didn't want to seem like I was exploiting their culture or anything, not that they would care about drawing attention to themselves, what with the bald heads save for one lone pony tail, the jumping around in orange robes and the shaking of their tambourines...

But a guy covered with pigeons is just plain asking for it.

And this dude sleeping.

And also this dude sleeping.

After some quality time GPSing and walking around SoHo

We saw this beautiful chair, dreamt of buying it, and refueled at Vosges Haut-Chocolates.

We went to Chelsea Market for dinner and saw this really cool beard exhibit.

These were my two favorite.

This one is so Richie Tenenbaum. I love it.

The next day, after eating breakfast at a really cool farmy/organic place that I don't remember the name of, we made the trek to the Natural History Museum, which was super rad.

My daughter poses like this now for pictures. Heaven help us all.

And we dozed in Central Park.

Or entered into a comatose state, rather.

And saw the Belvedere Castle.

And ate snacks.

Where we ran into the Puerto Rico Parade. I have never felt so white bread boring in my entire life. Where is my electrical blinking navel ring? My whistle to blow really loud in passerbys ears in the subway? My Puerto Rican flag tied around me like a cape?

Right before we left, we hit Magnolia Bakery where we brushed past

Go still has marks in his arm from me digging my nails into it as we past him. And he was wearing a hat. Be still my heart. I immediately called my mom and told her. "Did you touch him?" she squealed. (Cougar!) "No, I didn't touch him!", I squealed back and while I'm saying this, I see

Lonny saw the whole thing go down. He was amused.

On our way out of the city, we drove past

carrying groceries and grumbling "Thanks, man" to a passerby who yelled "I loved you in Spider Man!"

It was fun. And that was our New York trip in a nutshell.

The. End.

The Last Day of First Grade

First day:

Last day:

My Gal Sal

The sister I never had but now do is here visiting.

We've hardly been home. And when we have been, we've been doing very important things

like trying to finish the Freaks and Geeks series

before she leaves, which is Saturday.

BOOOOOO00000oooo.

Blogging will resume shortly thereafter.

Scoresville

(I was looking for a good picture from the movie and decided on this one. It made me laugh.)

The girls' favorite movie currently is The Sound of Music. This makes me happy for a number of reasons:

-He-llo! It's rad.

-It's in my top 10, maybe 5 favorite movies and I like it when they like stuff I like.

-May always forgets the name of it and calls it "The Singing Babysitter Movie."

-They sing the soundtrack constantly which, of course, is adorable.

-The Sound of Music is not Barbie's Psychedelic Sparkly Unicorn and the Princess of Daisy Rainbow Glitterland.

-It's, like, three hours long.

Bride and Groom

since June 9, 2001

Happy 9th to us!

Just Blahgging to Blahg

It is 11:35, I just spent the night editing a photo shoot and realized that yes, I am still in my swim suit from some after-school-pool-going earlier today. I remember in the summer as a child, there were times I would sleep in my swim suit since I was just going to wake up and hit the beach/pool/both again the next morning. My mother will most likely deny I ever did this, but it's true. Sadly, I'm tempted to pull this most un-hygienic maneuver tonight because that's how tired I am. Yet here I sit, blogging. In my swim suit. At almost midnight. And I still have a sink full of dishes to do.

I believe most people blog during times they're supposed to be doing something else they don't want to be doing, like doing the dishes or changing out of their swim suits, which is why they should have spelled it "Blahg."