tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37869487058488871272024-03-21T11:05:50.543-04:00feathers and flowersbroadcasting live from Harlem, NY. welcome to my world...alisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13080430170819728425noreply@blogger.comBlogger29125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786948705848887127.post-79605807303256069132010-08-18T12:50:00.005-04:002010-08-18T18:01:42.063-04:00The Big Break Up<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitt7R4hcJRchKHleuV6ShHsdsXyNLBQYybp8-zMI1zWpMw5zIB6VnyOn456OTXxTlOaZRRS3NIiwSfy3xE9Q29ERgN4C5egdsUmsGD6iCUeEuJ0r2LehHbachBqWWnHcFSTovutK288oM/s1600/19133_675438319032_126002_38894382_6508269_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitt7R4hcJRchKHleuV6ShHsdsXyNLBQYybp8-zMI1zWpMw5zIB6VnyOn456OTXxTlOaZRRS3NIiwSfy3xE9Q29ERgN4C5egdsUmsGD6iCUeEuJ0r2LehHbachBqWWnHcFSTovutK288oM/s320/19133_675438319032_126002_38894382_6508269_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506812224202055778" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicQrKEcihyphenhyphenVgoZpJF9Gy7dcPioaCPkM6ZKE-5ssknbjbLqSX269g3ESGpOujVl6suta5jTWOtQc62qvU0y9r0XTlFznKDPlf4OhOHHB8gCdHM9lqTzt0y0QjSxgn7gOvHAxtxEgayv7_g/s1600/28589_711359158382_126002_40109667_3157348_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicQrKEcihyphenhyphenVgoZpJF9Gy7dcPioaCPkM6ZKE-5ssknbjbLqSX269g3ESGpOujVl6suta5jTWOtQc62qvU0y9r0XTlFznKDPlf4OhOHHB8gCdHM9lqTzt0y0QjSxgn7gOvHAxtxEgayv7_g/s320/28589_711359158382_126002_40109667_3157348_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506812230666234418" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYbIISgT1uEmzrkk4IDSmKFq0hZWadcpPZ09jkeu6o5yfUiCSZZPJQbNkUu-F8UphOOn5nBeKpDzPgruGUulDLhAXxQXvtAnPb4amgL8lFvMeUx8xf8wK5CPAcfc73CpiTLVsZvRuMvuA/s1600/5812_651573629062_126002_37986755_2630790_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYbIISgT1uEmzrkk4IDSmKFq0hZWadcpPZ09jkeu6o5yfUiCSZZPJQbNkUu-F8UphOOn5nBeKpDzPgruGUulDLhAXxQXvtAnPb4amgL8lFvMeUx8xf8wK5CPAcfc73CpiTLVsZvRuMvuA/s320/5812_651573629062_126002_37986755_2630790_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506812218179298594" border="0" /></a><br />Dear Bangs,<br />You are really great and have always been there for me. The past couple of years have been filled with many adventures, lots of laughter and fun times. I've met some great friends through you, but I think it's time to move on. It's not you...it's me, I think we've just grown apart. I know it's going to be a really hard but hopefully not too awkward of a transition, I can't really imagine my life without you but it's time to shake things up and try something new. We might find our way back to each other someday but for now I must say goodbye to you.<br />xo,<br />Alisonalisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13080430170819728425noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786948705848887127.post-13813525850649557332010-08-02T14:03:00.000-04:002010-08-02T15:28:53.375-04:00Nerd Crush...So I have serious obsession with Franklin Roosevelt. I read a biography about his presidency during WWII, <span style="font-style: italic;">No Ordinary Time</span>, and ever since then I cannot get enough of him!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR94XmEKgA6Rsu195brx4MUZiiqnGJiWaGyoJ9TnYJdK2W8hQUI3mKzdePZWskuDt80IxFF3v1FMVLz1Rzytu-zwdtZOmoYJSXtmI23JBSNlSZGVu29idezg-l_R_ybvenL05GnPkLzZg/s1600/DSCN1137.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR94XmEKgA6Rsu195brx4MUZiiqnGJiWaGyoJ9TnYJdK2W8hQUI3mKzdePZWskuDt80IxFF3v1FMVLz1Rzytu-zwdtZOmoYJSXtmI23JBSNlSZGVu29idezg-l_R_ybvenL05GnPkLzZg/s320/DSCN1137.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499034257859963810" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjhdQvtwoQiXhOX4euUMFE5PKlN8WderUkBsCmVVdzGzI3XLB0MlHOWJUvlaQwLkrtfU9UwBlI4aaJ9ViFw_7By2XMSIwuCOeSupI4WqduUikWLjlh5y5DDUBnXc5bn3WbzBGRJJ8_Rec/s1600/DSCN1136.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjhdQvtwoQiXhOX4euUMFE5PKlN8WderUkBsCmVVdzGzI3XLB0MlHOWJUvlaQwLkrtfU9UwBlI4aaJ9ViFw_7By2XMSIwuCOeSupI4WqduUikWLjlh5y5DDUBnXc5bn3WbzBGRJJ8_Rec/s320/DSCN1136.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499034251194134930" border="0" /></a>Luckily for me the cutest mom in the world, mine (!) shares my love of FDR. Although not quite to the same degree.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiyVR61Z0A2POfzBmmUHtF47RwPhmIUZ7uWoETLDD6c9LU1ckuT-h1K_Kqe5Z8pmHi5KimjU0ykaUrMrwDG3hHyi9lBWSLjta-V1uAekCV7gs646UB_wXSAas6-mMP5ijRVB5YLhIW4OI/s1600/DSCN1133.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiyVR61Z0A2POfzBmmUHtF47RwPhmIUZ7uWoETLDD6c9LU1ckuT-h1K_Kqe5Z8pmHi5KimjU0ykaUrMrwDG3hHyi9lBWSLjta-V1uAekCV7gs646UB_wXSAas6-mMP5ijRVB5YLhIW4OI/s320/DSCN1133.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499034229089269266" border="0" /></a>Last time my mom visited NYC we went up to the Roosevelt home and FDR presidential library. It was amazing, all things Roosevelt! Even the bus from the train station to the house was Roosevelt themed.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxMVZ3E4oiY7PQI2St4x9bk25SbJOnzMvO-yjoxRstZuBccvD2dRnlJA5B4QjDLI03L3965gQprMaz1GgQ3_gt7Hwu4GF2PZkIxdin7MAKhPc0pqyK7i9yL6uckWzuV2UmEAybosKUFEY/s1600/DSCN1134.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxMVZ3E4oiY7PQI2St4x9bk25SbJOnzMvO-yjoxRstZuBccvD2dRnlJA5B4QjDLI03L3965gQprMaz1GgQ3_gt7Hwu4GF2PZkIxdin7MAKhPc0pqyK7i9yL6uckWzuV2UmEAybosKUFEY/s320/DSCN1134.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499034241624116434" border="0" /></a>Taking photos with this bronze version of the Roosevelt's was a highlight of my day. The statues were slightly sketchy but super awesome!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgymhdDbSxpUQWTs9JtKLkd3CPHN_q2xEFQpxJIAS78BZ1EAsDiU-4qpZDSv3N9p7-kdXXbB7L0VSe78UAP5FXRDGF7adW0jeTwcdMRZyPrbIOr3iC8y728Jh8PLDM0nesaDvEe13h8GMs/s1600/IMG_0807_2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgymhdDbSxpUQWTs9JtKLkd3CPHN_q2xEFQpxJIAS78BZ1EAsDiU-4qpZDSv3N9p7-kdXXbB7L0VSe78UAP5FXRDGF7adW0jeTwcdMRZyPrbIOr3iC8y728Jh8PLDM0nesaDvEe13h8GMs/s320/IMG_0807_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499035242434636994" border="0" /></a>I recently went to a cocktail/happy hour thing at the Roosevelt's NYC home. It was just renovated and will be the home of a new Policy program at Hunter College. They took us on a tour of the home where I learned that I knew more about the Roosevelt's then the tour guide. <br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0DzJmk8X2FWasLsH6czGRQ6CPAeXalnQ9qGJ8RmtU1jgidZWlC1i0RvFiKQYbbuD8oot0Ds4OOL48nUo_mqaKMXRC7G9BJnKex5rPToA61CvWk5wq93xVgUGcXy8TGLJXoSdM37rcydU/s1600/IMG_0801.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0DzJmk8X2FWasLsH6czGRQ6CPAeXalnQ9qGJ8RmtU1jgidZWlC1i0RvFiKQYbbuD8oot0Ds4OOL48nUo_mqaKMXRC7G9BJnKex5rPToA61CvWk5wq93xVgUGcXy8TGLJXoSdM37rcydU/s320/IMG_0801.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499035233137318130" border="0" /></a>I totally would've been the president of his re-election campaign. I have serious admiration for the way he ran the country during 2 difficult times in history. It takes serious guts to govern during times of crisis and he led the US through the depression and WWII. During the depression the Roosevelt administration had the kind of out of the box thinking that simply doesn't and quite possibly couldn't exist in today's political culture, even though it seems as though in this moment in history we are in desperate need for it! <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiyVR61Z0A2POfzBmmUHtF47RwPhmIUZ7uWoETLDD6c9LU1ckuT-h1K_Kqe5Z8pmHi5KimjU0ykaUrMrwDG3hHyi9lBWSLjta-V1uAekCV7gs646UB_wXSAas6-mMP5ijRVB5YLhIW4OI/s1600/DSCN1133.jpg"><br /></a></div>alisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13080430170819728425noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786948705848887127.post-10767632109949634882010-07-28T11:22:00.007-04:002010-07-28T14:58:28.157-04:00ABC Family's Moral Dilemma...?So I always assumed that ABC Family was a channel geared towards family friendly programming, you know the kinds of shows I'm talking about, shows with some sort or moral message. Basically a bunch of shows just like 7th Heaven, my idea of a nightmare. Well, their version of family shows is just plain weird and their "messages" are buried pretty deep and are often hard to find.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkXJw_XZQ5jgrcRvWrzuUG5GJE_E2LF_oWeeNBIcncVEaiiOi7kGdC-HHAFog06xqUAnatOUi7FkdONq4k5RLonMPW5ldNzh-MOBAw9aMsEwKQzzrvPSOx-jRruuCmgBg_BOsSMu6RLew/s1600/secretlifeposter1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkXJw_XZQ5jgrcRvWrzuUG5GJE_E2LF_oWeeNBIcncVEaiiOi7kGdC-HHAFog06xqUAnatOUi7FkdONq4k5RLonMPW5ldNzh-MOBAw9aMsEwKQzzrvPSOx-jRruuCmgBg_BOsSMu6RLew/s320/secretlifeposter1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499021164014622866" border="0" /></a>ABC Family is responsible for<span style="font-style: italic;"> Secret Lives of the American Teenager</span>, apparently teenagers secret lives involve sex and teen pregnancy. Let's get real, that's not really that big of a secret, right? I sadly don't watch this show so I can't really speak to it's message, but I think we can all pretty much assume how it goes. Smart girl makes a poor choice, has sex, gets pregs, must deal with the consequences of being a teen mom. She must navigate between trying to maintain her normal teenage life with being a mom. She must keep the baby because girls with morals don't do abortions or I guess adoptions...although if that happened there would be no show would there?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjssTWiEJnEUbVUE9uUVrCRou3mIxf0eVbCzX2fqg5h_qZwBFNfBvk-nX-5CceUwoksZ4-CA07vJuJxF4dj-gh-3EC_y4h6OCIVUxTLga9X5_Kmf3x0YmhbX4vzbrarYQMkBMYiEFVSss8/s1600/make_it_or_break_it_pilot_pic.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjssTWiEJnEUbVUE9uUVrCRou3mIxf0eVbCzX2fqg5h_qZwBFNfBvk-nX-5CceUwoksZ4-CA07vJuJxF4dj-gh-3EC_y4h6OCIVUxTLga9X5_Kmf3x0YmhbX4vzbrarYQMkBMYiEFVSss8/s320/make_it_or_break_it_pilot_pic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499021154105412098" border="0" /></a>Sadly I do watch (and shamefully enjoy) <span style="font-style: italic;">Make It Or Break It</span>, a show about a bunch of teenager gym stars and the drama of their lives. Being an elite gymnast is surprisingly dramatic. There's the poor girl who is forced to take a job to help support her family, her boss is a "meth head". Yes they actually refer to her as a "meth head". Then there's the overly insecure girl who got drunk and lost her precious virginity to her BFF's boyfriend and then spends the rest of the season trying to make up with the BFF and also scheming of ways to make the boyfriend fall madly in love with her. Along with underage, sex, drinking, drug use and lying by the kids we also have cheating, lying and shit talking parents. None of this seems very family friendly, does it? Well enter Candace Cameron's character, remember her from <span style="font-style: italic;">Full House</span>? Well she's the sexy single gym manager who despite being a teenage slut now practices abstinence and preaches about Jesus and his love all while being a huge cock tease, I mean flirt! Well alrighty then, apparently under all that dramz is some kind of convoluted moral message. I guess Jesus is the magic word that gives morality to any situation...I'm going to have to remember that, thanks ABC Family.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVrFfYJlFdpiOHkZtDI6BW8GN_oVcOAhypWdlzmcZus8JcwaTLi3ILWHS9pOXgDP-2Vf3EqI3bfZ9Ym16Mae2vUEZBPAUy1NVvFJeRwuEVMi86iNiscmogKh9R1NTj0au0KUNtxbpxdJ0/s1600/Watch-Pretty-Little-Liars-Season-1-Episode-2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVrFfYJlFdpiOHkZtDI6BW8GN_oVcOAhypWdlzmcZus8JcwaTLi3ILWHS9pOXgDP-2Vf3EqI3bfZ9Ym16Mae2vUEZBPAUy1NVvFJeRwuEVMi86iNiscmogKh9R1NTj0au0KUNtxbpxdJ0/s320/Watch-Pretty-Little-Liars-Season-1-Episode-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499021159620091762" border="0" /></a>ABC Family has a new "hit" on it's hands which signals a move away from message shows and towards campy, over stylized, over dramatic teen soap operas that seem to be targeted more for adults than teens. I don't have kids or anything but if I did, sure wouldn't let them watch this show. Centered around the lives of 4 best friends and the murder of their other best friend; it's basically a weird mystery. They are being stalked and tormented by either the girl who was supposed to be killed or the killer. Sounds confusing right? Mix in a little student teacher affair, sexuality issues, shop lifting in order to get attention, slutty single moms and cheating spouses you have a very entertaining 45 minutes of TV.alisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13080430170819728425noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786948705848887127.post-6648137132732539232010-07-27T13:57:00.001-04:002010-07-27T13:57:54.416-04:00The Joy of Sunday FundayThere are so many activities to take advantage of when you live in a city like New York, it can be slightly overwhelming. However in an attempt to have a super fun summer despite the heat and be more adventurous I'm determined to do more of the free stuff this city offers.<br />First on my list...Summerstage, a (mostly) free concert series in Central Park. A couple weeks ago on a very hot, very muggy afternoon Raphael Saadiq played and it was the perfect opportunity to lounge with friends and a great way to beat the heat!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj06dah1sKtVLR6a-Wb648ebtrYjCOEgK11NpWJ5IactPkbeJqtWU8yGEhbbUt18C-ILekamw1E57tHZ0ytq-Ss2hgUGtmKUi8XTg-YYRapB2p_0IcqnzDtjC22V5USrrWbe2_PhiTD1Y8/s1600/photo.jpg"><br /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid0YlEMCr13PsqyhPEuKM2Qf2KIdBmnSBV9x8eJDKnQJG7eweOWIXsKAfwWRc1rbMMYw_BctgJDOovy4jkXDWZHD9BZ6m5R4sGtNc9Z_uD9vnIgENI5tJd08A816Ja2VUrrYkS8DXgP50/s1600/photo.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid0YlEMCr13PsqyhPEuKM2Qf2KIdBmnSBV9x8eJDKnQJG7eweOWIXsKAfwWRc1rbMMYw_BctgJDOovy4jkXDWZHD9BZ6m5R4sGtNc9Z_uD9vnIgENI5tJd08A816Ja2VUrrYkS8DXgP50/s320/photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498617769149667154" border="0" /></a>When I have to have a no bang day, you know it's <span style="font-style: italic;">humid</span>, <span style="font-style: italic;">sticky </span>and <span style="font-style: italic;">hot</span>!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-UjwPvJ0rkSiE375DQiadSB0ZRLHGoy-eQxTaKBHhLFZS0d-6VmWZQc92KbhqTmwIcwcsNK4zY6LZcPFq8B4pN9bLe04qGgfSl9qga-J-v6sAAk3Q_wMv5d_TwJfoDG1gyA69u-265pw/s1600/IMG_0813.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-UjwPvJ0rkSiE375DQiadSB0ZRLHGoy-eQxTaKBHhLFZS0d-6VmWZQc92KbhqTmwIcwcsNK4zY6LZcPFq8B4pN9bLe04qGgfSl9qga-J-v6sAAk3Q_wMv5d_TwJfoDG1gyA69u-265pw/s320/IMG_0813.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498618264444920626" border="0" /></a>Good music, good snacks and sangria are perfect ingredients for an awesome Sunday funday with the ladies<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfZIlVBJYoFs0jBIkXZsx8ndT6SlvZmPxfz79_VsjdKA0PguJG3c9diHuT9OtogMSep7S_1VaW-QTx-XCUtzUtA2vYTSjLYwR13xG8De5pO4qCOzgwS9LI9ZkosKzNnW6C2H8pHaW5gbQ/s1600/IMG_0860.JPG"><br /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLsvScupNKrB3fDTpzsYAI5Rg9N1r6HjfEk4oQSl3Aqj7lsZhnqgY5SavOD7fIWXUheTvU8OBVcJ-Nw8gvwnwYzp7JA5zyjUyQekQqbtv7uaP2bSV9_ONeClMahWJo3HJNF8L__XDyqn0/s1600/IMG_0847.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLsvScupNKrB3fDTpzsYAI5Rg9N1r6HjfEk4oQSl3Aqj7lsZhnqgY5SavOD7fIWXUheTvU8OBVcJ-Nw8gvwnwYzp7JA5zyjUyQekQqbtv7uaP2bSV9_ONeClMahWJo3HJNF8L__XDyqn0/s320/IMG_0847.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498628829781175794" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7NC6NEJN9X6Vx1LamnVo9lHzS-GSyGMVrk5-YYQ9z490cy_C0cn505KoUHmmXq6i4668sm94Vg1pI7BVWT9ylvDbHIxA1vmEH37P3jooNMcoeK4X4AJLCn0R_Ni-UxvMLg8DBBJL2mz0/s1600/IMG_0900.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7NC6NEJN9X6Vx1LamnVo9lHzS-GSyGMVrk5-YYQ9z490cy_C0cn505KoUHmmXq6i4668sm94Vg1pI7BVWT9ylvDbHIxA1vmEH37P3jooNMcoeK4X4AJLCn0R_Ni-UxvMLg8DBBJL2mz0/s320/IMG_0900.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498618845229863362" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3c8VyqyB9re4XOnmyWDU-TFhHURJJvT6HWRVQ2CO-VqwvyGNLoLK7I2XgroLlCf_q495InlYfXVCi6Sd9pyFswWtq04W796P8sFosbOFD6JFb3XMVLamUWpGkxTr9jaf2i6GeDAOhZNM/s1600/IMG_0846.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3c8VyqyB9re4XOnmyWDU-TFhHURJJvT6HWRVQ2CO-VqwvyGNLoLK7I2XgroLlCf_q495InlYfXVCi6Sd9pyFswWtq04W796P8sFosbOFD6JFb3XMVLamUWpGkxTr9jaf2i6GeDAOhZNM/s320/IMG_0846.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498618280324793154" border="0" /></a>It was also a great day to make new friends, or at least friends for the day!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVT27EzFIWY903Te3q_vQnw6U01rHbIMvlyqZUyhiLwGGpMkaowGUK1pwswNESXwAntxLWqFYBGzNgKaRimp9ZUpFbm__bLQqfiW1RRedEUYV7mwkFW2f9zDyLdLTBBWJgyBkicLd0os4/s1600/IMG_0931.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVT27EzFIWY903Te3q_vQnw6U01rHbIMvlyqZUyhiLwGGpMkaowGUK1pwswNESXwAntxLWqFYBGzNgKaRimp9ZUpFbm__bLQqfiW1RRedEUYV7mwkFW2f9zDyLdLTBBWJgyBkicLd0os4/s320/IMG_0931.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498618858311184722" border="0" /></a>Tried to be "sneaky" and get a pic with this guys shirt. Don't think it worked!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyxc_VMgaLV3Cmu9K2tgPTHOWidLfkWPWis6WclIDIvCkZIEVYG98aqkbA70cUkcI6wVx0WeMHKZx7cAjDt513F5t41CUZjLO3mA46Yjm9CRy16YDzWdloQB1UhkQX8K3jK1k2-3Eb4hk/s1600/IMG_0878.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyxc_VMgaLV3Cmu9K2tgPTHOWidLfkWPWis6WclIDIvCkZIEVYG98aqkbA70cUkcI6wVx0WeMHKZx7cAjDt513F5t41CUZjLO3mA46Yjm9CRy16YDzWdloQB1UhkQX8K3jK1k2-3Eb4hk/s320/IMG_0878.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498618575541684802" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfVT0HmcjK_AoJjfbhkSai-muLS05Bj04qumuUOZ3eJGEpyj-zeAQye47kwfmnb_1cxewiajgbzMTUwVyBFmLfowwcLPOW0o8PReMMyp5dfdEoTixyzs1ltcxU-og0vl3zMjpufNrOPWI/s1600/IMG_0933.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfVT0HmcjK_AoJjfbhkSai-muLS05Bj04qumuUOZ3eJGEpyj-zeAQye47kwfmnb_1cxewiajgbzMTUwVyBFmLfowwcLPOW0o8PReMMyp5dfdEoTixyzs1ltcxU-og0vl3zMjpufNrOPWI/s320/IMG_0933.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498619011234656834" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaR3cYXR6KL0hyx6voilXGlA38jhSwtmZ2YD3z24UxYH3Rsy6rDa-KNEG_A1mIu-6xhQ0EIHlSGBb8u26BKZbsHJgAqQwUkxkbDPMkLLTs_PIZtvtK-vhEx_D-F17Mfsj8r_D6GpRsjWk/s1600/IMG_0927.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaR3cYXR6KL0hyx6voilXGlA38jhSwtmZ2YD3z24UxYH3Rsy6rDa-KNEG_A1mIu-6xhQ0EIHlSGBb8u26BKZbsHJgAqQwUkxkbDPMkLLTs_PIZtvtK-vhEx_D-F17Mfsj8r_D6GpRsjWk/s320/IMG_0927.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498618849861870818" border="0" /></a>I love that outdoor concerts are the types of events where everyone can have fun<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCIOmKO2JHd1DYU84yO8OyBxxjAIfL3TbpmXlbMldLPrUgDQgatrESO7Xuy0VbBnXWKR4mRTPN5xT8mOGe5ARQVNCBvDe96RfV3QWs2XSnbsl47Nlky8JzEzlQTNXuP6m9mKBXJf9xOuE/s1600/IMG_0832.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCIOmKO2JHd1DYU84yO8OyBxxjAIfL3TbpmXlbMldLPrUgDQgatrESO7Xuy0VbBnXWKR4mRTPN5xT8mOGe5ARQVNCBvDe96RfV3QWs2XSnbsl47Nlky8JzEzlQTNXuP6m9mKBXJf9xOuE/s320/IMG_0832.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498618272688071442" border="0" /></a>Some people napped<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsAiy5UP2A2Ajmesib2v3czxZ24xnrpudzE0oJ7h5bGo6Enco578VX3PCz0qxMlmcGq5uLFbgkcFK4biJP8SgzZFsHbEN63hcwKOk9lzbwOgGlE9HW1Dfh0l1BFRiJd64-YFCZPwaL8og/s1600/IMG_0869.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsAiy5UP2A2Ajmesib2v3czxZ24xnrpudzE0oJ7h5bGo6Enco578VX3PCz0qxMlmcGq5uLFbgkcFK4biJP8SgzZFsHbEN63hcwKOk9lzbwOgGlE9HW1Dfh0l1BFRiJd64-YFCZPwaL8og/s320/IMG_0869.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498618559671452194" border="0" /></a>I am fascinated by what I see as a reemerging trend to use one's shirt/cleavage situation as a holding place for stuff. This girl was holding her Blackberry in her crop top.<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfZIlVBJYoFs0jBIkXZsx8ndT6SlvZmPxfz79_VsjdKA0PguJG3c9diHuT9OtogMSep7S_1VaW-QTx-XCUtzUtA2vYTSjLYwR13xG8De5pO4qCOzgwS9LI9ZkosKzNnW6C2H8pHaW5gbQ/s1600/IMG_0860.JPG"><br /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfZIlVBJYoFs0jBIkXZsx8ndT6SlvZmPxfz79_VsjdKA0PguJG3c9diHuT9OtogMSep7S_1VaW-QTx-XCUtzUtA2vYTSjLYwR13xG8De5pO4qCOzgwS9LI9ZkosKzNnW6C2H8pHaW5gbQ/s1600/IMG_0860.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfZIlVBJYoFs0jBIkXZsx8ndT6SlvZmPxfz79_VsjdKA0PguJG3c9diHuT9OtogMSep7S_1VaW-QTx-XCUtzUtA2vYTSjLYwR13xG8De5pO4qCOzgwS9LI9ZkosKzNnW6C2H8pHaW5gbQ/s320/IMG_0860.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498618550456633122" border="0" /></a>Most people danced...I found this woman very entertaining.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgPNAqkUcfjJQYYn5s3NdtJBTnBYhDgJ0Kb3zGwAIUZ7oRX_XsNQ4prMoef_IYrRGXGIQ3vQus6mDj4gK3mTCPfIUwe4-ifGc1Eqn3BpqKHWsYAX6Q1YQTspL0oDJVxyrt930MmxvKatM/s1600/IMG_0888.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgPNAqkUcfjJQYYn5s3NdtJBTnBYhDgJ0Kb3zGwAIUZ7oRX_XsNQ4prMoef_IYrRGXGIQ3vQus6mDj4gK3mTCPfIUwe4-ifGc1Eqn3BpqKHWsYAX6Q1YQTspL0oDJVxyrt930MmxvKatM/s320/IMG_0888.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498618591376617826" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Ok, so I hate socks and shoes and would like to be barefoot all the time if I could but it was like 100 and humid this day, how in the world was this person wearing socks!? I do have to give props for the Annie blanket though!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht6mA4OPifU_HVbaPJOM419AmfcdoiJ820NPSmVZU5WbDG9BoGN6vLI9IErPtU60AgpT6i4VsCMHtTmY2wikhNjDkmBZf06XtwV3b2Ci6egRKeHwm0DwW66WW2q3z_zEMghGFbPCEKqh8/s1600/IMG_0956.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht6mA4OPifU_HVbaPJOM419AmfcdoiJ820NPSmVZU5WbDG9BoGN6vLI9IErPtU60AgpT6i4VsCMHtTmY2wikhNjDkmBZf06XtwV3b2Ci6egRKeHwm0DwW66WW2q3z_zEMghGFbPCEKqh8/s320/IMG_0956.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498618867291431794" border="0" /></a>Saw this sign right outside the venue. Not a very welcoming family, right?<br /></div>alisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13080430170819728425noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786948705848887127.post-62549379666452529242010-07-07T11:06:00.006-04:002010-07-07T11:43:28.151-04:00Another Steamy Day...<div style="text-align: center;"><object width="400" height="300"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MPNhV1gF008&hl=en_US&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MPNhV1gF008&hl=en_US&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"></embed></object><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">This is my official <span style="font-style: italic;">"it's hotter than hell NYC"</span> jam of the day.<br /><br /></div>I don't want to seem like I'm complaining about the heat, because I'm not. It's totally hot, humid and gross out, but it's better than it being freezing puffy coat weather. I mean in reality in this kind of weather I'm only out of an air conditioned area for like less than an hour a day. As long as my hair is up and I have a fan when I'm outside it's totally fine, sweaty but fine. However, I will be happier when the mugginess goes away.<br /><br />I love Bananarama and I just learned this song came out in July 1983, 27 years ago! Isn't that wild? It's hard to believe that the 80s were so long ago. I'm totally digging on the haircuts and all the overalls.alisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13080430170819728425noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786948705848887127.post-42827153820761947292010-07-06T14:17:00.004-04:002010-07-06T14:47:35.576-04:00They Should Be Called Genius Phones....I've often said that the iPhone changed my life, well until recently I wasn't sure exactly how much. A few days ago the most amazing deal came my way that I just couldn't pass up. A friend was looking to send an iPhone to someone overseas and offered me $150 for mine! This means that I can get the new iPhone for $50, which is amazing because as a slave to every new product available I've been drooling over the new iPhone! Unfortunately what I didn't realize is that that the phone was sold out everywhere! I had to sell my phone immediately so what do I do in the mean time? I can't go without a phone. Well I was able to borrow a friend’s old hot pink razor and this is when I realized that my life is dependent on the technology that the iPhone provides<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWYlN3C0tK5v_U1MIXuGMxguvOmYv5skeBsf7enkOQfNDUmg84t-I5Bd8p_teCq4fsUnEouct4PrssywrRn74t7ytMOke3GHg0yJvXbEkHwSJFgi9ZaPHBtGsOdXr8RUX6YbYYR6v1wRQ/s1600/33pagxy.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWYlN3C0tK5v_U1MIXuGMxguvOmYv5skeBsf7enkOQfNDUmg84t-I5Bd8p_teCq4fsUnEouct4PrssywrRn74t7ytMOke3GHg0yJvXbEkHwSJFgi9ZaPHBtGsOdXr8RUX6YbYYR6v1wRQ/s200/33pagxy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490859492115150066" border="0" /></a>The day I got the razor I had to run a bunch of errands and unlike the past few years I actually had to know where I was going. I'm used to being able to quickly Google map any location I'm trying to go and get exact subway directions, including where on the platform to stand in order to exist close to my destination. On this day I had none of that and just happened to be carrying a 15lb bag of cat litter around; needless to say I would've loved my iPhone in that moment. The other thing I can't believe I ever lived without is a full keyboard; texting on a flip phone is a nightmare!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha22SxOKtW7OOTW3YMHw5CN1S-TDTy6_G5_d2yBrWlRQGguZmQv6mLxlHOqBGXI234MlQKI8ZMemJ2__Efee0id3UEg2ldKecpxwFVxC58W_UpDZ_CAYRxqD4PhytfUV5_fJiM5cNIyD8/s1600/samsung-eternity-cellular.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 94px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha22SxOKtW7OOTW3YMHw5CN1S-TDTy6_G5_d2yBrWlRQGguZmQv6mLxlHOqBGXI234MlQKI8ZMemJ2__Efee0id3UEg2ldKecpxwFVxC58W_UpDZ_CAYRxqD4PhytfUV5_fJiM5cNIyD8/s200/samsung-eternity-cellular.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490859511085923042" border="0" /></a>I was lucky enough to borrow a very quirky and confusing phone with a full keyboard from another friend. Once I can figure out how to do things like turn it on/off it will totally tide me over just fine until I get my new phone. I think all in all this will be a good experience for me. It’s probably for the best to slow down and be disconnected to technology and maybe more connected to the world for a while; but just a very short while! In today's fast paced world smart phones seem to be almost a necessity; we are just too dependent/addicted on technology to not be able to check email at any time, take a funny picture and upload it to Facebook immediately, or find a bar/restaurant in an unfamiliar neighborhood. I definitely appreciate the ease and convenience smart phones have brought to our lives and I won’t take my pretty new phone for granted at all!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD2BQdqvkuhMw_wOQsSdaBzFFaxbEIPJVQTjUmZmv8RJdcOLXRUdk8Em3-U9HSjcreOw7XcMb_-6WrQ5b_ApG6AmOYyIDrLzXL0mjyh0ggnt-2e5b9DDyDCVQ4RAN-NkmFqa6kDVc1uIQ/s1600/gallery01-20100607.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 127px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD2BQdqvkuhMw_wOQsSdaBzFFaxbEIPJVQTjUmZmv8RJdcOLXRUdk8Em3-U9HSjcreOw7XcMb_-6WrQ5b_ApG6AmOYyIDrLzXL0mjyh0ggnt-2e5b9DDyDCVQ4RAN-NkmFqa6kDVc1uIQ/s200/gallery01-20100607.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490859498514701858" border="0" /></a>alisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13080430170819728425noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786948705848887127.post-78397233928505948452010-05-19T16:06:00.004-04:002010-05-19T16:40:23.212-04:00WTF Wednesday...Damn You Apple!<span style="font-size:85%;">So I'm a marketing person's wet dream. I basically feel like I need every new product that comes out! It ranges from snacks to shoes to electronics, if it's new I want it! My newest craving is the iPad, I am so mad at Apple for their clever ad campaign that I'm convinced was made especially so I would go crazy lusting over this new gadget. When it was first introduced I was confused as to what the iPad was, I thought it was a really big phone. When I found out what it was I thought it seemed pointless and way to expensive.<br />Well that was until this commercial which uses colorful adjectives to make me drool: thin, beautiful and magical. They called it a revolution and I love to be ahead of the trends. It's like they knew some of my favorite things and have worked them into the commercial just to tempt me! They used both Winnie the Pooh and Edward Kennedy's memoir True Compass (I love the Kennedy's) and it's working...I'm tempted! The worst part is that it still seems slightly pointless and way too expensive only now I don't care, I just want to own it! Damn you Apple!<br /></span><br /><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fihOmQY-JxY&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fihOmQY-JxY&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object>alisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13080430170819728425noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786948705848887127.post-64783229744274291382010-05-18T11:09:00.009-04:002010-05-18T12:47:33.205-04:00Cute Kittens Everywhere!!<span style="font-size:85%;">You know people talk a lot about their kids and their dogs but for some reason it's considered weird or sad to always talk about your cats. Well I'm not having it! I have these super attractive cats that I should be able to show off without being judged as a sad cat lady.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0au8kEe2i4oI2-tTE53OS1EMpo6bPisdbkrGBWm2tZABH0IirMNfP1bQr0WvpFzROwbpPpEy5bHWSA8ovLiuQgdVQXBmDpT2ZEC9jvTXc2PNej1pEkfnKTBYjHjh4EriYmf3IOhZSpYY/s1600/kittens.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0au8kEe2i4oI2-tTE53OS1EMpo6bPisdbkrGBWm2tZABH0IirMNfP1bQr0WvpFzROwbpPpEy5bHWSA8ovLiuQgdVQXBmDpT2ZEC9jvTXc2PNej1pEkfnKTBYjHjh4EriYmf3IOhZSpYY/s320/kittens.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472633644825129186" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">They started out so little! Herman and Matilda, the sweetest cutest kittens siblings ever. They were rescue kittens and the ASPCA makes you adopt kittens in pairs; everyone wants a buddy right? </span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCWnqJv3coz1g8XY5iBJKxUCMYYWawzy79JhhA47I82eVRjjolhB0WQKQxyBk8IgOauaJDVGBArNg4eUKbnRIw0Z3j2-D79gcJevh2RsAYSrsIzGYWA-5ZwryETMLe3PyunKeab4GDHb4/s1600/herman+1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 166px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCWnqJv3coz1g8XY5iBJKxUCMYYWawzy79JhhA47I82eVRjjolhB0WQKQxyBk8IgOauaJDVGBArNg4eUKbnRIw0Z3j2-D79gcJevh2RsAYSrsIzGYWA-5ZwryETMLe3PyunKeab4GDHb4/s320/herman+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472633650546998674" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6hEar3qnN67v5eLx_-UfklMQ_3U5MaxTVI1YqZs7yfWT3fmfCblvW162sK7goQPbjE0wGZDm_UYvXWypYaCUtPVKaUQEFeI5eHAWkYQjbJ67Q1B48THwfmFk5TP-xhLA0M2vEQGQ_RW4/s1600/herman.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6hEar3qnN67v5eLx_-UfklMQ_3U5MaxTVI1YqZs7yfWT3fmfCblvW162sK7goQPbjE0wGZDm_UYvXWypYaCUtPVKaUQEFeI5eHAWkYQjbJ67Q1B48THwfmFk5TP-xhLA0M2vEQGQ_RW4/s320/herman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472634955233665906" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Herman has turned into a huge majestic man cat. He's extremely handsome, a bit of a couch hog, a bit of a bully and a total scaredy cat (no pun intended)! He hides in the shower whenever he hears a loud scary noise. </span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5aLQ3j2tL_DFkBFXI2s436SOQ4SDQE_H-QJTkVbSHrBVuDXEtU8L9z3B_1MaeQ61ZQtMcpua__6TAbAEhYd0XT-bGRcstVIs9lj1jH3R2j0GTBN6LZfG_m8HSiOwLzQ3kCFU-Pl9r8yA/s1600/photo.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5aLQ3j2tL_DFkBFXI2s436SOQ4SDQE_H-QJTkVbSHrBVuDXEtU8L9z3B_1MaeQ61ZQtMcpua__6TAbAEhYd0XT-bGRcstVIs9lj1jH3R2j0GTBN6LZfG_m8HSiOwLzQ3kCFU-Pl9r8yA/s320/photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472634753828080546" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj30frAvP9_VwTNeK_xSr9NE5RDIOKraAqMK6C_JH3SV58TFP6PPzSI8HW9zpeiDeoy6SdUP96OD17KTW96VPiWJXr_IfZ2whlh9MAWXTMD2A0QclLyr0OUVOPNwNrggBhaFARVhdqFN5w/s1600/matildia+2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj30frAvP9_VwTNeK_xSr9NE5RDIOKraAqMK6C_JH3SV58TFP6PPzSI8HW9zpeiDeoy6SdUP96OD17KTW96VPiWJXr_IfZ2whlh9MAWXTMD2A0QclLyr0OUVOPNwNrggBhaFARVhdqFN5w/s320/matildia+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472633665847901778" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Matilda has turned into quite the supermodel! She has the face of an angel but don't mess with her! She's very ladylike and a bit of a snob. Just like any good model she loves make up and sadly has a bit of a weight issue.<br /><br />I was very happy with Herman and Matilda, having 2 cats is perfect. There's 2 humans that live in the apartment, the cats can keep each other company, you don't have to worry that 1 is lonely. I was very happy with this situation.<br /><br />Well over Thanksgiving weekend we came home to find this lying right outside the front door of my apartment....<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaqrEAnJB8h9RrmTqVpM2nBDpP3idpOBoIEzNyrpLuiJzwGAuEqPiYabEtOGk4NdO0_md0wbalu-X8tKroIVZ3FxtvGD2oSf-ObIbLPi3-ZqFiormY86jPaoQyWqeTInxrHkpB1ai-CWM/s1600/eliza+1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaqrEAnJB8h9RrmTqVpM2nBDpP3idpOBoIEzNyrpLuiJzwGAuEqPiYabEtOGk4NdO0_md0wbalu-X8tKroIVZ3FxtvGD2oSf-ObIbLPi3-ZqFiormY86jPaoQyWqeTInxrHkpB1ai-CWM/s320/eliza+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472642640417202386" border="0" /></a>This little girl was skinny and dirty and her whiskers were totally uneven but she was so cute and spunky I had to take her in. She captured my heart immediately, and while an effort was made to find her a new home I think she knew we belonged together.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVnewbFhMWYPmg6bnKg8bKe7t09nqEYQtVBoCYEN-wFFVziM4e9qCHnlfjBBFgAhSPWkxCHBaXjaVMElns4ZC_cQgyOz6-zJjcR4hOBrq6282ZZzOA-0Xolx4PeT5w2D4NbStxR8p75wU/s1600/eliza+2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVnewbFhMWYPmg6bnKg8bKe7t09nqEYQtVBoCYEN-wFFVziM4e9qCHnlfjBBFgAhSPWkxCHBaXjaVMElns4ZC_cQgyOz6-zJjcR4hOBrq6282ZZzOA-0Xolx4PeT5w2D4NbStxR8p75wU/s320/eliza+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472642628021854898" border="0" /></a>Eliza Doolittle has had no trouble fitting right in! Even though she's the littlest she basically runs the show and bosses the other 2 around.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_6y12yZk1j5qZc_t5ptL-KzMiP6jS4-RI8mJny9SHCOFQY89ZJjHOTQx7S1cjrRn9emFKzrjiN1HGLRp40NWaVY1aB9TNqOLXPmaWVUZTeDIr8TbdvadUgkJj-Nz2LDGCsnqCyyEAuEo/s1600/elizaherman.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_6y12yZk1j5qZc_t5ptL-KzMiP6jS4-RI8mJny9SHCOFQY89ZJjHOTQx7S1cjrRn9emFKzrjiN1HGLRp40NWaVY1aB9TNqOLXPmaWVUZTeDIr8TbdvadUgkJj-Nz2LDGCsnqCyyEAuEo/s320/elizaherman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472642624381399906" border="0" /></a>Herman has definitely accepted his new little sister. They are homies. Matilda on the other hand has no time for another bitch up in her area. They have yet to really bond.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjcMOolpfln4b9Es4lSw0UR0IuBmnJVFfibUl_48n3PI7EOfcbQjPdJhgURCarFkFPABMix0X9_GRj1ZBLuS_iwIah_2shhPTbkuJLI2bwrKIPaNNI14IOWcxqxZ_JTJgPzIV1AgYOOg0/s1600/eliza+tank+top.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjcMOolpfln4b9Es4lSw0UR0IuBmnJVFfibUl_48n3PI7EOfcbQjPdJhgURCarFkFPABMix0X9_GRj1ZBLuS_iwIah_2shhPTbkuJLI2bwrKIPaNNI14IOWcxqxZ_JTJgPzIV1AgYOOg0/s320/eliza+tank+top.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472652059767642450" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigYv9QT4Sn4NG5bEPgpfCniBvKxLsAfuGCd66xsdPsUc5HFH8ibGLjDZpwW7aYmp7fLZ1WxZI9dm7BNDU2BiCEsoaKIB8xuJY-bR-UD3D96PUtlyktBid1rKrPNfrlu0kp6BWWtTxF5cE/s1600/eliza+3.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigYv9QT4Sn4NG5bEPgpfCniBvKxLsAfuGCd66xsdPsUc5HFH8ibGLjDZpwW7aYmp7fLZ1WxZI9dm7BNDU2BiCEsoaKIB8xuJY-bR-UD3D96PUtlyktBid1rKrPNfrlu0kp6BWWtTxF5cE/s320/eliza+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472642616100125858" border="0" /></a><br />Recently Eliza had a legion on her back and needed to keep it covered so she wouldn't scratch it. She ruined the gauze wife beater the vet put her in so she was put in this lovely tee shirt. She was super unhappy about it....but I sure thought it was funny!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiOJE422iEOxBcetYR4ZD1_n0UnBC1dAbZCzp7QXjFA1vZcbOz3xFKWZkgY_8Nr549TPBwLi2ZcRhXSd_IFhdDSohhV5_Hj27_3b24ufd68UubS0TDD-aGn0L1s8IrLiWHTW9x_r7P-vI/s1600/herman4.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiOJE422iEOxBcetYR4ZD1_n0UnBC1dAbZCzp7QXjFA1vZcbOz3xFKWZkgY_8Nr549TPBwLi2ZcRhXSd_IFhdDSohhV5_Hj27_3b24ufd68UubS0TDD-aGn0L1s8IrLiWHTW9x_r7P-vI/s320/herman4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472642605007555442" border="0" /></a>Herman was nice enough to also wear a tee shirt while his sister was convalescing. He's a nice big brother aka it's super funny and awesome to put him in a tee shirt!<br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">It's a little crazy to have 3 cats in a NYC apartment, it feels a bit like a zoo sometimes. However even though 3 cats is a lot I love them all and feel grateful they've let me into their lives! That being said, 3 is it! Another kitten better not show up on my doorstep! If the amount of animals doubles the amount of people in an apartment that's when you've crossed into crazy town!</span>alisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13080430170819728425noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786948705848887127.post-34146450596957322872010-05-17T14:12:00.005-04:002010-05-17T17:11:07.656-04:00The Body Image Peril<span style="font-size:85%;">Here's a story....<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Recent Saturday night. Get ready to go out, take a lot of time on my hair, try not to get too discouraged when I don't love how it turns out. Pick out an outfit I've been excited to wear for a while, a vintage purple silk jumpsuit paired with a ton of ghetto gold and some heels. Checking my self out in the mirror and feeling pretty good about myself. Head out for the evening. Fast forward 12 hours to when I get a look at the photos documenting the evening and all my self esteem goes right out the window. How can I feel so good about an outfit when clearly on film I look like a fat cow?</span><br />This story isn't unique to that particular Saturday or even to just me. So many beautiful, awesome women I know have crazy body image issues and we are so hard on ourselves about them. My self consciousness about the way I look sometimes actually prevents me from just letting go and having a good time. If there's a camera around I'm more concerned with how I'll look in a picture then just enjoying the moment. I was recently reading my dear friend Olivia's blog talking about how critical she is of her <a href="http://bowsandarrowsvintage.blogspot.com/2010/05/lets-talk-about-it-cellulite.html">cellulite</a> but at the same time gives props to ladies that don't let a little cellulite dictate their fashion choices. See when I look her I see a total babe with a body to die for. I'm jealous of her flat stomach and nice rack. I hate that we notice flaws about ourselves that others barely pay attention to.<br />This has got me thinking why can't we accept our bodies they way they are? I talk a lot about self acceptance but always seem to revert back to being overly critical of myself, it's completely ridiculous! I can think about acceptance just fine, it's feeling it that's the trouble. I know that this is the body I have and while I can workout and be healthy there are some features that aren't going to change. Since this is the case I need to feel appreciative of what I was born with everyday instead of just sometimes! Instead of finding flaws first I need to start with finding what's positive about a picture or outfit or whatever! The problem is this is easier said than done; I wish it was as easy as flipping a switch in my brain. Alas, I think it will take a bit more effort than that...can anyone say affirmations?! </span>alisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13080430170819728425noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786948705848887127.post-69346381079341968572010-05-12T09:24:00.004-04:002010-05-12T15:25:09.609-04:00WTF Wednesday...The Grossness of Celebrity<span style="font-size:85%;">I don't know what the tipping point was but the obsession over the celebrity has reached a level of grossness that I don't want to be a part of. I have always been a fan of pop culture but celebrity culture has become too wrapped up in pop culture. I sit at a desk all day long and it's hard not to follow the world of celebrities. But I've had enough!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6M_3qQaCXU3tZAAKu47Yi68hs3LfEQR3HhSX4PWLQcCu9J1xiyyfPvMAiWaX1UrrDhhQVMBIaZ7sCwbDlLwyyUy318uu_h-sPZgXgXmInM4XVfEbIKoK_ARe-6hq6hryNg48mEpNpb_s/s1600/99214699.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6M_3qQaCXU3tZAAKu47Yi68hs3LfEQR3HhSX4PWLQcCu9J1xiyyfPvMAiWaX1UrrDhhQVMBIaZ7sCwbDlLwyyUy318uu_h-sPZgXgXmInM4XVfEbIKoK_ARe-6hq6hryNg48mEpNpb_s/s320/99214699.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470464273258409298" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:85%;">The term celebrity has also taken on a new and disgusting definition. People used to become famous for being talented (actor, singer, athlete) or sometimes being a politician, or the wife or child of a politician led to fame (the Kennedy's). With that fame came some kind of responsibility to try and behave in a certain way, not that olden timey day celebrities were perfect but they were held to higher standards then the "celebrities" of today. These days it seems almost anyone can become famous and for doing almost anything, look at the Kardashians. They are </span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >everywhere</span><span style="font-size:85%;">, but why? Has the whole family has become famous because of Kim Kardashian's ass and sex tape, really? Now they have a reality show, a line of clothes, a line of weight loss products and probably a whole bunch of other stuff. It's weird!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCd4Pnsf_yejXz6_rNeiZhezcDSWyAhIjdlaCcqNUX1n4t3WV_umNMWTQ10GeAk8Vsudb_hfbrAnNhenrj9WphIiQfdCyPdGq0zNmmuYPERrgbqYOiccn6apEEfi37GR00C6BnisweUKc/s1600/clinton-kennedy-roosevelt-smoking.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCd4Pnsf_yejXz6_rNeiZhezcDSWyAhIjdlaCcqNUX1n4t3WV_umNMWTQ10GeAk8Vsudb_hfbrAnNhenrj9WphIiQfdCyPdGq0zNmmuYPERrgbqYOiccn6apEEfi37GR00C6BnisweUKc/s320/clinton-kennedy-roosevelt-smoking.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470464256423240962" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:85%;">Back in the 60s John F Kennedy was forever cheating on his wife and the press didn't cover it. Even more unbelievable is that even though Franklin Roosevelt was basically paralyzed from polio he was never photographed in a wheelchair. That just would not happen today. We've seen what happens in today's world...can anyone say impeachment hearing? Today JFKs mistresses would be all over the media! There would be new stories and photo spreads, they would become "famous." I imagine FDRs handicap would have made it impossible for him to become Pres but if he was elected he would be photographed, ridiculed and the Rush Limbaugh's of the world would talk shit about if it made him a better/worse leader.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOM0_tFlmNR5p1Do6KQeYGRK3xqIxInp0ppHDDNFf624k8oquA7DRFZ4KYE-0KhXf8TGSbUmXZQblT5bjGcVh9ZbnoZ9JbzWVbzXs_rpW9b-3NOiTSouge7yCrgB-Rd23B9CVxDmwetyc/s1600/perezhilton_bloglovin.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 59px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOM0_tFlmNR5p1Do6KQeYGRK3xqIxInp0ppHDDNFf624k8oquA7DRFZ4KYE-0KhXf8TGSbUmXZQblT5bjGcVh9ZbnoZ9JbzWVbzXs_rpW9b-3NOiTSouge7yCrgB-Rd23B9CVxDmwetyc/s320/perezhilton_bloglovin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470464268726199138" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSHaNaG100QGr_3mLgfH3tCGzugln2irDBgqODJKqm_kADqJmbdaVMSSk8gRhCDHKex6dFGECOXBL-z7FnhCSvK6NdZvS9JwYXM8tfpzTZXDoV31rhFCw4kO6yalGNrYYIUwc1Xp27Ris/s1600/logo.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 55px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSHaNaG100QGr_3mLgfH3tCGzugln2irDBgqODJKqm_kADqJmbdaVMSSk8gRhCDHKex6dFGECOXBL-z7FnhCSvK6NdZvS9JwYXM8tfpzTZXDoV31rhFCw4kO6yalGNrYYIUwc1Xp27Ris/s320/logo.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470464257904875666" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:85%;">Today we are bombarded with celebrity bullshit all day every day. There are gossip blogs that spend their days talking smack about celebrities - perez hilton has gone so far as to call certain celebries babies ugly. These websites often use painful experiences that people have (drug addiction, infidelity) and make money off of it. It is disgusting and it makes me feel really bad for famous people. Paparazzi follows celebrities around, often creating dangerous situations, just for a picture of Jessica Alba going grocery shopping. It seems so intrusive...<br /><br />But wait! Because at the same time these gossip blogs are spreading rumors the celebrities themselves are over sharing their lives on Facebook and twitter. It's so weird! I can find out what Puff Daddy, Ashton Kutcher and Nicole Richie are doing every second of every day. There is a milkshake shop in Hollywood that got all this "press" and all these celebrities to create milkshakes; there's a Miley Cyrus shake and a Pamela Anderson vegan shake. Well this shop is actually owned by a member of the paparazzi. Yuck.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikWMl5aKnou2CSF0tihS3fVOAh3ccjGcFEMMt1Sey_SagmM59EWK9LNTP6foo4ZcHQhRXgQzJQfVlITa_xQkf0Etcq62e7PuRAETtEkfZ9xlc9_ChRL5NzLkqBIsMwy7cqJeHCkQOtWP4/s1600/Debs_poster.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikWMl5aKnou2CSF0tihS3fVOAh3ccjGcFEMMt1Sey_SagmM59EWK9LNTP6foo4ZcHQhRXgQzJQfVlITa_xQkf0Etcq62e7PuRAETtEkfZ9xlc9_ChRL5NzLkqBIsMwy7cqJeHCkQOtWP4/s320/Debs_poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470466285460300226" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Well I say enough is enough! Let's live our own lives. Let's want to look up to people for creating positive change in the world not for creating a reality show or sex tape. The only way that these people will cease to exist is if we stop going to the websites or buying the mags! Oprah has a no texting while driving campaign well I want to start a no celebrity gossip blogs while working campaign...who's with me!</span>alisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13080430170819728425noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786948705848887127.post-78451918438500312782010-05-07T09:37:00.009-04:002010-05-07T16:37:51.321-04:00The Drama of the Future!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHnwyjOkkMDxlEOv5zFGW0cIxh2dfMRkYaKCKpSj6eQJRFWXAOeV1q6Abjs0WKeTfG8O-sD34jrL83Vg3PxomB6sDkActHfIl6-RKxOn80Sq7J5bv_d4NbvcTrgkgut6IVtmW7zdMnxwk/s1600/Staryn10040810531.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHnwyjOkkMDxlEOv5zFGW0cIxh2dfMRkYaKCKpSj6eQJRFWXAOeV1q6Abjs0WKeTfG8O-sD34jrL83Vg3PxomB6sDkActHfIl6-RKxOn80Sq7J5bv_d4NbvcTrgkgut6IVtmW7zdMnxwk/s320/Staryn10040810531.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468534967318679138" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Here's a question I wish I would've taken a little bit more serious.....What do you want to be when you grow up? When you're a kid this question is asked of you all the time and given that the world is still your oyster answers like "I either want to be president, an actress, a doctor or a Jazzercise teacher" are all totally acceptable answers. As you get a little older we are expected to narrow down these choices and eventually (and by eventually I mean by the end of college) have it figured out. So much pressure!<br /><br />So what if you don't figure it out? Well that's the question I'm trying to answer. It seems so daunting to try and figure out the future. My life is passing me by and I still haven't found any kind of field I want to throw myself into.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> (If only I could I find a career that involves getting paid to give people my opinions that would be perfect! I'm super good at that already and I really like it. If anyone knows of a job like that; PLEASE let me know!</span><span style="font-size:85%;">) Sure I have a lot of things I'm interested in: marketing, PR, public policy, buying, trend forecasting, sportscasting just to name a few, but I feel equally as interested in all of them. I'm generally an indecisive person but this is beyond indecisive. The stress of not knowing "what I want to be when I grow up" has begun to feel like a pre-pre-mid life crisis.<br />So I thought maybe I should revisit the options of my youth...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-SyFHCdDS8F09LIy0G0uAewCsD56W79eP5JmjqVTiRF03Ul49lk8Ri7bgXrlhyMZjzh1Br2VkiN5aLtmC2cOhHgBuZeZNvrMEsyLl7JQTzgtaGdOf_xAzsCAAxkwYq3CflmVJUyaUNjE/s1600/28357-may_female_president_lifetime_may_african_american_president_homosexual_president.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 223px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-SyFHCdDS8F09LIy0G0uAewCsD56W79eP5JmjqVTiRF03Ul49lk8Ri7bgXrlhyMZjzh1Br2VkiN5aLtmC2cOhHgBuZeZNvrMEsyLl7JQTzgtaGdOf_xAzsCAAxkwYq3CflmVJUyaUNjE/s320/28357-may_female_president_lifetime_may_african_american_president_homosexual_president.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468615902672606642" border="0" /></a><br />I'm totally down to be President but besides the fact that I'm unsure I could handle the pressure of leading the free world not to mention the fact I have a feeling my past would get in the way....damn skeletons! All those fun times in High School would come back to bite me! <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhw8qYyj1DzjPyuHHiopBfs2NF0UI_HUSS4_Bha8bd5TuLrVwASbaEiR9D6O_ckiCCLdSDiW9AvC9xWxgaeL9W2RRxwZYjD_0WgS8bKTHBVifGNjwQdDqEsMZJs-HM0HGftx8aMDiPp4E/s1600/Staryn10041915420.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhw8qYyj1DzjPyuHHiopBfs2NF0UI_HUSS4_Bha8bd5TuLrVwASbaEiR9D6O_ckiCCLdSDiW9AvC9xWxgaeL9W2RRxwZYjD_0WgS8bKTHBVifGNjwQdDqEsMZJs-HM0HGftx8aMDiPp4E/s320/Staryn10041915420.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468543958490576146" border="0" /></a>So maybe I should look into acting. I could be an actress, I do have a flair for the dramatic! However the best thing about being an actress would be to win a Oscar and since I've already held an Oscar I guess I can retire before I've even started...?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiApM_OMPMYvQR4Hl8g-zx9PA4I4S2zs17PDdRxW1f4XIw7ssjwYdkIKzNcBMMPyyrZdSQi8uqIRvFqm2HTS0lody89dQg8k9Zj7-ZtEQMASzHRGznxbM3CI1DIU6FMb4_wP8ypGl7iYCg/s1600/er.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiApM_OMPMYvQR4Hl8g-zx9PA4I4S2zs17PDdRxW1f4XIw7ssjwYdkIKzNcBMMPyyrZdSQi8uqIRvFqm2HTS0lody89dQg8k9Zj7-ZtEQMASzHRGznxbM3CI1DIU6FMb4_wP8ypGl7iYCg/s320/er.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468615186724328946" border="0" /></a>Alright, next on the list is becoming a doctor! Um...I don't think I could be a doctor now. I basically failed High School chemistry so I'm not really off to a good start. And I wouldn't graduate and be ready to be an actual doctor until I was like 150 years old! BUT I could be an actress who plays a doctor on TV! That would sort of be like killing 2 birds with 1 stone, right? Too bad George Clooney isn't still on ER...oh and that ER isn't a show anymore.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFTFjOPT41jxpnII58ITTvjtVfpAmpAIyGe9YRn_AOkEiTWWt-VRpuGPF-mySATH-6xeMZBhIYN2TcvlJdvTYjWCTgRX4518Vlcpme9DxR8VXKEAPcy0gUiR27OeETh-Krjn-1TMOZp44/s1600/letsgetphysical-200x250.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFTFjOPT41jxpnII58ITTvjtVfpAmpAIyGe9YRn_AOkEiTWWt-VRpuGPF-mySATH-6xeMZBhIYN2TcvlJdvTYjWCTgRX4518Vlcpme9DxR8VXKEAPcy0gUiR27OeETh-Krjn-1TMOZp44/s320/letsgetphysical-200x250.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468615188488097154" border="0" /></a><br />Well that leaves Jazzercise! It's really too bad there's no more Jazzercise anymore because I would love to do that. The outfits alone are to die for! I LOVED my mom's Jazzercise teacher so much I think I went as her for Halloween once. Today I'd have to become either a yogi or a pilates instructor or I guess I could teach stripper aerobics. None of those options sound that great. I don't think kids want to be a yoga instructor for Halloween as the outfit is boring; and if a child has the opportunity to see what a stripper instructor is wearing then we have so many other problems!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3m3hRCFMRw4e1fSWaH29PdlA2yk01yUfb0REl41RikeKjJYg2go6hZ4-1Zen5XDT-F0x3hcHUYIYvw4maEisDEUOS5UbHZ5NdtgX9ShhOzgUSxTOGge0l5SJP0oPGImcMrx-4ns26kv8/s1600/school+pic.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3m3hRCFMRw4e1fSWaH29PdlA2yk01yUfb0REl41RikeKjJYg2go6hZ4-1Zen5XDT-F0x3hcHUYIYvw4maEisDEUOS5UbHZ5NdtgX9ShhOzgUSxTOGge0l5SJP0oPGImcMrx-4ns26kv8/s320/school+pic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468534962194422098" border="0" /></a>I guess I really just need to remember how happy I was as a little girl with all the options I had in front of me. Life was still an adventure and the unknown wasn't as scary as it seems to be today. The future was something to be excited about not something to be stressed over. I know I will find my path in life, my journey might longer than I want it to be, but I have to remember that's ok! </span>alisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13080430170819728425noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786948705848887127.post-9060939158544113212010-04-06T10:37:00.009-04:002010-04-06T14:04:45.588-04:00Xtina Aguilera is Annoying Me<span style="font-size:85%;">In today's battle for the queen bee of pop star world there seems to be a couple ladies with a pretty unique look and then a whole bunch of copy cats who megarly try and dethrone the current queen. Today the queens are Lady Gaga and Rhianna and everyone else is just trying to emulate their mojo. However these girls just come off looking like sad knock offs, Ke$ha for example.<br />The saddest of the sad lately has been Christina Aguilera. In the pop star game she's considered an OG and I really don't think she should be sinking to copy cat status. What's worse is that while she's leaning towards being a Lady Gaga wannabe, she's also throwing some Rhianna into her style game. The results are sad.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnQZXGzpJCw_cbiPGbKpfFpYKkNR4BLn0aWZ_TPnlm4wVkPfU_WiWTgCd9DNl6fk1xt7372vbH7ky8MXvr8ABsmWZ8K0RoK2mv_RmwSknMHY3X3GUSvTESPRloS-yvLa-18N2M8GIdG74/s1600/christina-aguilera-vs-lady-gaga.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 304px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnQZXGzpJCw_cbiPGbKpfFpYKkNR4BLn0aWZ_TPnlm4wVkPfU_WiWTgCd9DNl6fk1xt7372vbH7ky8MXvr8ABsmWZ8K0RoK2mv_RmwSknMHY3X3GUSvTESPRloS-yvLa-18N2M8GIdG74/s320/christina-aguilera-vs-lady-gaga.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457035024514203138" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">seriously they say imitation is the sincerest form of flattery but i mean really...</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNBzXaaQpwDfytmEufx2l4SXfy_h6m9Ep_UpBRb_YzD9wzya2ac2p3pt62MTLGmL4ifeErl7jJE64AEYXFNRL-RcmOysV1ibblBuKa-N6no3itU_D_N4BUXf3Kzn86r1DhXRPJOWK8YtU/s1600/Christina_Aguilera_versus_Lady_Gaga_400x300_121108.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNBzXaaQpwDfytmEufx2l4SXfy_h6m9Ep_UpBRb_YzD9wzya2ac2p3pt62MTLGmL4ifeErl7jJE64AEYXFNRL-RcmOysV1ibblBuKa-N6no3itU_D_N4BUXf3Kzn86r1DhXRPJOWK8YtU/s320/Christina_Aguilera_versus_Lady_Gaga_400x300_121108.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457035006387995602" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">isn't this just too much?? it's hard to tell who's who.</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1PNzF3XDBShfW1U2FSfiy8HXClKdCSdrSQLmemabf2ayVBloRBh_HPa_vQaMV0R4fK57i_znNwv2QqLs8mwQoIBEz0on2IxPDlnBF3Ekm3JfClRTGEI_kzODjLbzCHAYtUWr0G6dCn_E/s1600/christina-aguilera-435.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1PNzF3XDBShfW1U2FSfiy8HXClKdCSdrSQLmemabf2ayVBloRBh_HPa_vQaMV0R4fK57i_znNwv2QqLs8mwQoIBEz0on2IxPDlnBF3Ekm3JfClRTGEI_kzODjLbzCHAYtUWr0G6dCn_E/s320/christina-aguilera-435.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457035017187793714" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">here she is getting her Rhianna on...</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNZJxk0NhXzgzCo6frUdUwHlopLyRgFU51ZJJEEJudJwKW9Cn9_sxFpzQXFuK04CFIX_Sbvdk36un9Cmq8y_9-VDS0kRaY1fB5pNtfpOwzbPqvGgR_d-XzUK4mLwDPRChyphenhyphenJ-8u1UMK_4M/s1600/rihanna.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNZJxk0NhXzgzCo6frUdUwHlopLyRgFU51ZJJEEJudJwKW9Cn9_sxFpzQXFuK04CFIX_Sbvdk36un9Cmq8y_9-VDS0kRaY1fB5pNtfpOwzbPqvGgR_d-XzUK4mLwDPRChyphenhyphenJ-8u1UMK_4M/s320/rihanna.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457083951640271682" border="0" /></a>as we can see, xtina tried to recreate both ri-ri's curly top do and her biker babe ensemble....<br /><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAWMnhbAYedZolSj0t__YRgz2NPJuex7_nKAESj_abe-PPFiwNbXEg2vF4XH_ULxq8UUj-gsTx6NuFybhnzPv2DSuSf_SXxa9CkTvgolLGJdE-sOJZz-Poh64s03-tH0Yt9xCwsBpOLo4/s1600/alg_rihanna1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAWMnhbAYedZolSj0t__YRgz2NPJuex7_nKAESj_abe-PPFiwNbXEg2vF4XH_ULxq8UUj-gsTx6NuFybhnzPv2DSuSf_SXxa9CkTvgolLGJdE-sOJZz-Poh64s03-tH0Yt9xCwsBpOLo4/s320/alg_rihanna1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457035030999334674" border="0" /></a>neither of which she does as well because let's face it, while neither of them are edgy rhianna makes xtina look like...well an ex member of the mickey mouse club.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGu_n5f31-ikgCC84N9cY3vgCwLlulw_Dllq1nsRFTVlJ252kWEIrPGMzKDj8E6earJQYmY8O1rSvw8Aokh9XbWIOKvdbkymojvpDn-y8gZObt5NixyCrbQWMK87QYs1TiJ6tBy5SPS_U/s1600/christina-aguilera-240.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 310px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGu_n5f31-ikgCC84N9cY3vgCwLlulw_Dllq1nsRFTVlJ252kWEIrPGMzKDj8E6earJQYmY8O1rSvw8Aokh9XbWIOKvdbkymojvpDn-y8gZObt5NixyCrbQWMK87QYs1TiJ6tBy5SPS_U/s320/christina-aguilera-240.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457035009924195362" border="0" /></a>and here she is still trying to play the biker babe bad girl. gag.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>alisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13080430170819728425noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786948705848887127.post-26089267257475005352010-04-06T09:25:00.003-04:002010-04-06T10:37:31.119-04:00Weezy's Blogging...Thank God!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9fhrd0ja26pkPlXjuR71P5ZzDXCU-cu_L45GsEtajlgbu3VlmN5n2mSTTRG8mpW6SvFm9ra9UYm_Q-3Fr-dM0jj8yBJW2uizC4d_ZcJw-XNzUKt6qrYcn5VIumfZrRi2lxQ3FnRumN38/s1600/lil-wayne-gq-2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9fhrd0ja26pkPlXjuR71P5ZzDXCU-cu_L45GsEtajlgbu3VlmN5n2mSTTRG8mpW6SvFm9ra9UYm_Q-3Fr-dM0jj8yBJW2uizC4d_ZcJw-XNzUKt6qrYcn5VIumfZrRi2lxQ3FnRumN38/s320/lil-wayne-gq-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457033179116129922" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Has anyone else been curious as to h0w Lil Wayne is fairing in prison? I personally have been thinking about what must be a painful detox from the weed and the sizzurp. I can only imagine that they don't allow sizzurp in prison but even if they did the weed detox alone would be brutal. And it begs the question, what would a clear headed Weezy sound like? Well thankfully we no longer have to wonder because it appears as if he's <a href="http://weezythanxyou.com/">blogging</a>! I am choosing to believe it's actually him and not some PR person, even though let's be real, I don't think Weezy has a good grasp on things like grammar. Here's hoping the blog gets a bit more exciting and we can peak inside his craziness! </span>alisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13080430170819728425noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786948705848887127.post-28233190401132123082010-04-01T09:58:00.003-04:002010-04-01T12:33:02.896-04:00WTF Wednesday(ish)<span style="font-size:85%;">This has been a week where I wanted to scream "what the fuck" at the world.<br />Here's why:<br />This week, after watching an episode of MTV's Diary (shame face) I learned that I am actually </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >older</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> than this little douche bag's mother, which means I could be the mother of a teenage kid like this:<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8zvZdq-XhndFnrqcJjqbsQSmnUnbAoGn1VeuVx9VT1mTQwR50a8vMfFQX3A9wp0TNdaUJo6YHYMzlHbqdQ6ydxSqciJrYPPikJl6ENUYazbVxEr7cq1sFDpZ-IIs0lnXj_Z9ItGbAMk4/s1600/justin-bieber-2435.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8zvZdq-XhndFnrqcJjqbsQSmnUnbAoGn1VeuVx9VT1mTQwR50a8vMfFQX3A9wp0TNdaUJo6YHYMzlHbqdQ6ydxSqciJrYPPikJl6ENUYazbVxEr7cq1sFDpZ-IIs0lnXj_Z9ItGbAMk4/s320/justin-bieber-2435.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455204916270224530" border="0" /></a></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6F4x0409U6V1YEnX5uy6uBF1vptan1nPZ9hjEfXoFU9O_BfNlc7T5wdbYCKG06-dUmH1171AH9kogFlAsA48bv9Mq0_X2gE_HQctat19QFdExvMgqVeI0k2nz-q4DV96nXWya040vkxc/s1600/Justin+Bieber++Myspace+Photo.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6F4x0409U6V1YEnX5uy6uBF1vptan1nPZ9hjEfXoFU9O_BfNlc7T5wdbYCKG06-dUmH1171AH9kogFlAsA48bv9Mq0_X2gE_HQctat19QFdExvMgqVeI0k2nz-q4DV96nXWya040vkxc/s320/Justin+Bieber++Myspace+Photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455204906131309330" border="0" /></a>The very thought makes me want to vom a little. Justin Bieber is his name and if I was his mother I would tell him that his hair looks so ridic and then when he didn't change it I would just shave it off in his sleep and send him to military camp. He got "famous" when Usher discovered his youtube videos. What the fuck!? Now his mom is simply part of his entourage and unable to curb his super disrespectful behavior.<br /><br />I am completely baffled by why we are still hearing </span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >so</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> much about Tiger Woods and now Jesse James. I'm sick of hearing that Tiger's mistress claim he's cheap and not romantic. </span><span style="font-size:85%;">What the fuck did they expect?? Flowers and diamonds? I think that stuff is saved for the wife ladies. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZWWwVAiuIBQVs5H5U7Ydhon4yO9J55nH_QQJ8n4brW3pwvqOORAaSRwlqBUSXBVOO9j9cWaTWJDwYhYcgIwy8KCcl3dLM8A_h6jTcgAHeUc_STvAyHOfUPB59lnr4Cr_sq1jFjW8ymvA/s1600/ferriolopreview.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZWWwVAiuIBQVs5H5U7Ydhon4yO9J55nH_QQJ8n4brW3pwvqOORAaSRwlqBUSXBVOO9j9cWaTWJDwYhYcgIwy8KCcl3dLM8A_h6jTcgAHeUc_STvAyHOfUPB59lnr4Cr_sq1jFjW8ymvA/s320/ferriolopreview.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455204931295854930" border="0" /></a>This is one of the classy ladies in a spread for Vanity Fair. Shame on you Vanity Fair! What the fuck is wrong with you? Why would you give these ladies any publicity at all??<br /><br />And then we find out that Jesse James is entering rehab. WTF? Who cares! Do they have a douche bag rehab? If so, I hope that's where he is!</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQjvECNGbkGFlJ4OWX56KSCP54xd0HEbRbtvkJEyFnV8RiwU_nlvmyzx847ds08u35er5Sj3IJymPyf4bJ2uyhky_S6llDYGrfySjRBQa1d8qvA0ThjmdzoMjuYWY-3zISXlruevz19P4/s1600/pray+for+us+sinners.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 169px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQjvECNGbkGFlJ4OWX56KSCP54xd0HEbRbtvkJEyFnV8RiwU_nlvmyzx847ds08u35er5Sj3IJymPyf4bJ2uyhky_S6llDYGrfySjRBQa1d8qvA0ThjmdzoMjuYWY-3zISXlruevz19P4/s320/pray+for+us+sinners.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455204924669388914" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">His classy lady has a tattoo on her forehead that says "pray for us sinners." I cannot even begin to explain how many things are wrong with that!</span><br /></div></div>alisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13080430170819728425noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786948705848887127.post-90039222390549710582010-03-22T14:43:00.004-04:002010-03-22T15:57:26.799-04:00Beatle Mania!<span style="font-size:85%;">I'm the first to admit that my taste in music borders on ridiculous. Give me a fun dance song and I'm happy. I'm not into those weird Disney "musicians" or anything but I do love some nice radio rap and fun pop music. I basically just want some funky ass beats I can jive too. </span> <div><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />While as an adult I seem to be drawn to pop music, my musical past is firmly rooted in rock and roll, classic rock as the kids call it. People might think my first big concert would've been New Kids on the Block but in fact it was Paul McCartney! This is the music that makes me feel the most, makes me remember the most, the music I grew up loving to, laughing to, hating to. It's the music that has made me who I am. </span></div> <div><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">I don't listen to it all the time anymore but like all the music in my life I become fixated and obsessed with a single album/song and I end up just listening to it over and over. Maybe I'm feeling overly sentimental or something. Maybe I just miss being a kid but I cannot stop listening to the Beatles!<br /></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3t8MeE8Ik4Y&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3t8MeE8Ik4Y&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">i love the hipster hair. what's old is new again</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qf2S7kKLtEQ&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qf2S7kKLtEQ&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">over 40 years old and this song puts so many modern "rock" songs to shame!!</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-6G7MkBMVxE&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-6G7MkBMVxE&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">so good, this music just doesn't get old! </span><br /></div>alisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13080430170819728425noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786948705848887127.post-52250103026056266022010-03-17T12:03:00.005-04:002010-03-17T14:12:56.316-04:00WTF Wednesday<span style="font-size:85%;">What the F**k is up with Miley Cyrus? I don't understand why she seems to be Hollywood's newest "it" girl and why people think so highly of her! To me she seems like a mean girl who is slightly skanky and has bad posture; she is NOT someone who I would want my young daughter, sister, cousin, friend etc looking up to and/or emulating in ANY way!</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMdoPRla-oIqu3EB0deaE38JSf7IDemEPBePeuzKdhyjbmIEhKSjohYCPeA2YoYPP3Fkd8iciYqurtSqXMCBJhQTzHbHbWBfOh6pm79zgCxt4hDEJCJnJ2nDUVHGCCW3GgD6em_A19Gto/s1600-h/miley1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMdoPRla-oIqu3EB0deaE38JSf7IDemEPBePeuzKdhyjbmIEhKSjohYCPeA2YoYPP3Fkd8iciYqurtSqXMCBJhQTzHbHbWBfOh6pm79zgCxt4hDEJCJnJ2nDUVHGCCW3GgD6em_A19Gto/s320/miley1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449656355512945682" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">i mean seriously people, she's like 16! how inappropriate can you be?!</span><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqQI9AW1kTCxN1NO7UaIPIang_WakWVZOLWUS465ek62CLdAd-60C6uf-q5tA57-q7LmiZIt6tx4HC0XTo_yFZCU3JJXMlmJQFxJl-MIAifP-cBaOYcKkrlmLfHtZist5HxaPllKfcUZ8/s1600-h/miley-cyrus-oscars-2010-red-carpet.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqQI9AW1kTCxN1NO7UaIPIang_WakWVZOLWUS465ek62CLdAd-60C6uf-q5tA57-q7LmiZIt6tx4HC0XTo_yFZCU3JJXMlmJQFxJl-MIAifP-cBaOYcKkrlmLfHtZist5HxaPllKfcUZ8/s320/miley-cyrus-oscars-2010-red-carpet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449656363252167490" border="0" /></a>i would like to say that she's just posing funny but let's get real she just has horrible posture!<br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />Since we are on the topic of young Hollywood vixens WTF is the fuss with the Twilight kids?? Is it just me or do they just seem slightly unattractive and probably not very talented? </span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBOPUg2LFFD3pn0ifAR_3b1DP9l1EuTfBFphlif3zq5upF9C4Ep8_GdTVUWH9rNUlxEi6g4agppQMWetgeCX9ANvG24NFPwsAVCKxLlAjwac-Bxr_DqnOiBUo5AaR0o8_CW8aExqMIFLg/s1600-h/twilight.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBOPUg2LFFD3pn0ifAR_3b1DP9l1EuTfBFphlif3zq5upF9C4Ep8_GdTVUWH9rNUlxEi6g4agppQMWetgeCX9ANvG24NFPwsAVCKxLlAjwac-Bxr_DqnOiBUo5AaR0o8_CW8aExqMIFLg/s320/twilight.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449662046140126370" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">i don't think i can get over how weird the plot of these movies are. vampires that can be in daylight but only if it's foggy. that just doesn't even make any sense to me!<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwXKsSyhaOCvwGjad4Mi4NkcNVxDeKx3XDhjTV5QoGol8Scfv_O3sPvP9eOMfCwL2ojP2WhGIIgtSx5zqXiF0SL9VnGE7fgUnKkbeWEYNVLFaVjBFPhnrgqWUGR2t_CLHyMP0MZooEvN8/s1600-h/293.lautner.twilight.010709.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwXKsSyhaOCvwGjad4Mi4NkcNVxDeKx3XDhjTV5QoGol8Scfv_O3sPvP9eOMfCwL2ojP2WhGIIgtSx5zqXiF0SL9VnGE7fgUnKkbeWEYNVLFaVjBFPhnrgqWUGR2t_CLHyMP0MZooEvN8/s320/293.lautner.twilight.010709.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449662040393594818" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">i don't care what kind of six pack this kid has, he isn't all that dreamy to me. he's just looks like a kid! but i know plenty of 30 somethings who love him! weird!</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCYRpTPycpyVLnyuKtAeJpd4vRocBPcfwK808g2tHgWzcwd8BKLfX3j66710XIHgpusoUkPBpTLt9jZZVWpDfrJp4FWVFF8H0Tcta6CrmaQV5s5NL8IdsM1BBrjD0lcBIFSCv4Nue8yls/s1600-h/kristen-stewart-and-robert-pattinson.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCYRpTPycpyVLnyuKtAeJpd4vRocBPcfwK808g2tHgWzcwd8BKLfX3j66710XIHgpusoUkPBpTLt9jZZVWpDfrJp4FWVFF8H0Tcta6CrmaQV5s5NL8IdsM1BBrjD0lcBIFSCv4Nue8yls/s320/kristen-stewart-and-robert-pattinson.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449662033760479362" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">i just really don't find these two attractive. they are always just a little too disheveled for my taste. i sort of get robby's brooding english thing but i don't understand why kristen stewart seems so pissy all the time. maybe she's not naturally bubbly (i can sympathize for getting crap for that) but she seems annoyed to be doing interviews and things for movies she's getting paid to promote. like i get it, i often don't want to be at work but once i get to my job i gotta suck it up and be pleasant!<br /></span></div></div></div>alisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13080430170819728425noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786948705848887127.post-53347361951305875092010-03-17T10:05:00.008-04:002010-03-17T12:02:10.398-04:00WTF Weds: Happy (?) St Patricks Day<span style="font-size:85%;">Now I'm Irish so I guess I should think that St Patrick's Day is great but I actually don't understand it. When I was 19 I celebrated St Patty's Day by drinking from kegs of Green beer, either Bud Light or Natty Light (classy). However I haven't "celebrated" since then. I was invited to spend the day at the Hoboken St Patrick's Day recently and boy was it an experience, it's not a good sign when someone celebrates a major drinking holiday a week early! The drinking starts at 9am and the messiness starts around 9:45! I went because I'm trying to be more adventurous and so even though I am not a big fan of crowds or drunk young dudes I thought, what the hell? <br /><br />I think my experience was tame in comparison to some of the other people I observed, but this was about as much St Patrick's Day celebrating as I can handle...in my life time! There are so many things I found wrong with a celebration that starts out by seeing young dudes puking in the streets and ends with cops and firefighter partying in their uniforms with what I can only assume are underage chicks. However what is right is catching the mayhem on photo and judging it later!<br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhogwcTwVnQNPeS93gE8WwM_6kDr-o2wJNeIxhFelOkrMFIVZSERByMBdas-2h2cMKNcJpWUmq8nLEcJrrPCDehyphenhyphenAIrjJVnJfRMpGA7jPiWqn21nXUmaizkK_F7YMk0zLypoC0PQknYYE8/s1600-h/st+patty+1.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhogwcTwVnQNPeS93gE8WwM_6kDr-o2wJNeIxhFelOkrMFIVZSERByMBdas-2h2cMKNcJpWUmq8nLEcJrrPCDehyphenhyphenAIrjJVnJfRMpGA7jPiWqn21nXUmaizkK_F7YMk0zLypoC0PQknYYE8/s320/st+patty+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449612346009415730" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">this was the scene at the train station. it was right around this time i began to rethink desire for adventure!<br /></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCsHXjh6bIajmVjO_yuNhZ5UzCW5DdjX0-14mcZDNS4LltVj98O5EDFJcMhFKj3JwMKZYxI82wX4_QYDttDcELxeN5rgET_D4Whu2Q4IbkFdGXEYciEVJV0NhzLranCY4NfyEtXU9NXnw/s1600-h/st+patty+2.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCsHXjh6bIajmVjO_yuNhZ5UzCW5DdjX0-14mcZDNS4LltVj98O5EDFJcMhFKj3JwMKZYxI82wX4_QYDttDcELxeN5rgET_D4Whu2Q4IbkFdGXEYciEVJV0NhzLranCY4NfyEtXU9NXnw/s320/st+patty+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449612354030185234" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">it's not very often i'm surrounded by such a lack of diversity. i believe my girls and i brought the flava and color to this party!<br /></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh92pF7Ouob6sRHLg1n9tuaIvvcpHpP3dLevPMPPyzbZBespzriznhQ2tbTaJl6tZLqHra1J8r7XlYhOn2WTSW9Xk1Yb89S_rrPkg2Bzd-QuRBAd2SWW6vH-z4H6m64hDy1jD13oPllTIs/s1600-h/st+patty+3.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh92pF7Ouob6sRHLg1n9tuaIvvcpHpP3dLevPMPPyzbZBespzriznhQ2tbTaJl6tZLqHra1J8r7XlYhOn2WTSW9Xk1Yb89S_rrPkg2Bzd-QuRBAd2SWW6vH-z4H6m64hDy1jD13oPllTIs/s320/st+patty+3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449612359482615842" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">i was completely unaware of the dress code that included A LOT of uggs, 4 leaf clover tights and of course....</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivbypGa2gc18LmSoCMFuQjzPRigQ5CK-uq5oRJgu_7A6H4QDolNl-xr4_kBCT16i3sIZEZIUGtJ-j9McawuldfDsyvMEGlKc0egBGZiZ-_tl2K-Prep8eMilKoZsQgsb4dmmnAlIGDNnQ/s1600-h/st+patty+5.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivbypGa2gc18LmSoCMFuQjzPRigQ5CK-uq5oRJgu_7A6H4QDolNl-xr4_kBCT16i3sIZEZIUGtJ-j9McawuldfDsyvMEGlKc0egBGZiZ-_tl2K-Prep8eMilKoZsQgsb4dmmnAlIGDNnQ/s320/st+patty+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449612363044551746" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">what st. patty's party would be complete without some sort of slutty leprechaun outfit? </span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJGZAbhfGwd6YkYo3SrGUynB9zY_12QTiIcZxDAD6MjV6TSLvk7CXtlseo3rpUtnRc-C_qVJIf3RNRzjEonX7XjLkLT7ktmUX59nV3W_C9rNw-te6FDVCMV-iGvYBlMuVMlHOP6KQPWKI/s1600-h/st+patty+4.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJGZAbhfGwd6YkYo3SrGUynB9zY_12QTiIcZxDAD6MjV6TSLvk7CXtlseo3rpUtnRc-C_qVJIf3RNRzjEonX7XjLkLT7ktmUX59nV3W_C9rNw-te6FDVCMV-iGvYBlMuVMlHOP6KQPWKI/s320/st+patty+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449612371764980818" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">my outfit included a hand dyed a tee shirt, my new fave olive green leather bag and to jazz it up...green nail polish. that's about as spirited as i get!</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBYFGDuHvLmnR2AC7eBMzQxw8Vn0M7sEZoI2gqxVpUyLTMIYeegvOO3UOiAquz11lahLQL1jUC6yh2TYOP1CKicOXDNAGne6FInYK2r3HOzDl30esazOhs0XCrdLM_s1-Am_B4H4B_Pyc/s1600-h/st+patty+6.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBYFGDuHvLmnR2AC7eBMzQxw8Vn0M7sEZoI2gqxVpUyLTMIYeegvOO3UOiAquz11lahLQL1jUC6yh2TYOP1CKicOXDNAGne6FInYK2r3HOzDl30esazOhs0XCrdLM_s1-Am_B4H4B_Pyc/s320/st+patty+6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449613424606310338" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">i think it's very random that the police/fire department came to serenade the crowd with their bagpipe band...</span><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9uxkEaG0_VOsSP1ztWOd4LqZ9n5EFM97AicU7d-bmOLvawdEbrXhCUdJHvM7rb_Wz3U1UOewuT9UZ4ZFS0DbMvpX1ioYRfsWzxyRtnDh75VU9pt9QJUir7taGWLD86VKYSy5IG38ZhOA/s1600-h/st+patty+7.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9uxkEaG0_VOsSP1ztWOd4LqZ9n5EFM97AicU7d-bmOLvawdEbrXhCUdJHvM7rb_Wz3U1UOewuT9UZ4ZFS0DbMvpX1ioYRfsWzxyRtnDh75VU9pt9QJUir7taGWLD86VKYSy5IG38ZhOA/s320/st+patty+7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449613422093723410" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibDbb_iWrb_Lzq0jFral_dl862NLToR-_U7_gDVbQpajrNbaAEFS5mwxDzIyQkFcZWfSqcyqTIVfaZEp-nzZ2oM1-o4jm6G7JcxMrQjYRPxpBbTFoPEOin-Ldlh5okhBNWLD7vLinwi2A/s1600-h/st+patty+8.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibDbb_iWrb_Lzq0jFral_dl862NLToR-_U7_gDVbQpajrNbaAEFS5mwxDzIyQkFcZWfSqcyqTIVfaZEp-nzZ2oM1-o4jm6G7JcxMrQjYRPxpBbTFoPEOin-Ldlh5okhBNWLD7vLinwi2A/s320/st+patty+8.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449613418341439730" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">but not nearly as random as them staying to party with the crowd after! </span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZSJSCtV23t0J53LRD3RQAqz1OI4xFLyI1mRJFtDS2OUOTA1bQyE51TXp8xCzNZU3sZUNtKVeFxkjNq-ej9AjO8qvbyvFusbLhAmFHqjNt5xqdkC5eG3UEChR8jBDnfqWvIb2pQgO7FFU/s1600-h/st+patty+9.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZSJSCtV23t0J53LRD3RQAqz1OI4xFLyI1mRJFtDS2OUOTA1bQyE51TXp8xCzNZU3sZUNtKVeFxkjNq-ej9AjO8qvbyvFusbLhAmFHqjNt5xqdkC5eG3UEChR8jBDnfqWvIb2pQgO7FFU/s320/st+patty+9.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449613407110992354" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">the whole thing seemed super weird to me. i guess that's how they roll over in Jerz...?<br /></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-k9THoIsW0KwJBQm5RTX3sdVgATI0nvqZNczDXUnjMUjazwF7dBM65yzRhqga9WddVRhl20uEFduWVBH-qLekUHpIp-V8rdz2KitXoZqot4nLwzZSK_kZ7tXggudMsJWsNEFwhW8WVyY/s1600-h/st+patty+10.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-k9THoIsW0KwJBQm5RTX3sdVgATI0nvqZNczDXUnjMUjazwF7dBM65yzRhqga9WddVRhl20uEFduWVBH-qLekUHpIp-V8rdz2KitXoZqot4nLwzZSK_kZ7tXggudMsJWsNEFwhW8WVyY/s320/st+patty+10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449613431784695538" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">i spent most of the day filled with judgment but i did manage to also have fun, i really enjoyed my group of friends and at the same time made some new ones!</span><br /></div>alisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13080430170819728425noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786948705848887127.post-28753160340393544612010-03-04T13:59:00.002-05:002010-03-04T14:18:46.520-05:00Creepy TV Moment<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/b7NHH2D1nrw&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/b7NHH2D1nrw&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Last night while watching Oprah the camera man panned the audience and caught a man caressing his boo's hand in the creepiest way! I had to share!alisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13080430170819728425noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786948705848887127.post-54132192570988850032010-03-02T13:47:00.004-05:002010-03-02T13:55:10.977-05:00The Winner...?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6O41MgSL9mS2I-nMlI0H_ybkz62EQPDONpb8N5lB7nOp9AeqzTx8BfbX4yJaejwuKXKbeDOU4AsjvWarpcAy-BO_z4jrxgFtK1pXj_8V_fo8cUKHFKEYPv7aUZ5JZwY7peLrOFbZAkbU/s1600-h/alg_bachelor.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6O41MgSL9mS2I-nMlI0H_ybkz62EQPDONpb8N5lB7nOp9AeqzTx8BfbX4yJaejwuKXKbeDOU4AsjvWarpcAy-BO_z4jrxgFtK1pXj_8V_fo8cUKHFKEYPv7aUZ5JZwY7peLrOFbZAkbU/s320/alg_bachelor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444111543253190978" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOz3LBVYiHLWthfy3vCDeIRHST8fD8v0EPIvF18LSuWqoNfZvxUUoXNnzC8K8oxWi8JoOva7PjE4Do4-fMU3g19Wyv0BaPRQ2W4KL99RoOxG-ALijqvQDVTeVknF-DYQrz4JKIoS_9gYY/s1600-h/425.bachelor.vienna.lc.022310.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOz3LBVYiHLWthfy3vCDeIRHST8fD8v0EPIvF18LSuWqoNfZvxUUoXNnzC8K8oxWi8JoOva7PjE4Do4-fMU3g19Wyv0BaPRQ2W4KL99RoOxG-ALijqvQDVTeVknF-DYQrz4JKIoS_9gYY/s320/425.bachelor.vienna.lc.022310.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444111550405942546" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ9wIX9QUIX-M-PeCIigORoLdwOR7y0ETIAUjMPb07Ah-H_eb3LFeipgy84H273dtCYlzJl42xNCCxCudKPD0ASw_Pa0O9A9H7H-TxZxfLyhyIAWLEdXo9fkKzMTHmZmpT-6Z7vohnvao/s1600-h/jake-pavelka-and-vienna-girardi-picture.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ9wIX9QUIX-M-PeCIigORoLdwOR7y0ETIAUjMPb07Ah-H_eb3LFeipgy84H273dtCYlzJl42xNCCxCudKPD0ASw_Pa0O9A9H7H-TxZxfLyhyIAWLEdXo9fkKzMTHmZmpT-6Z7vohnvao/s320/jake-pavelka-and-vienna-girardi-picture.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444111554553112546" border="0" /></a><br />I don't know if I would consider winning the heart of the most boring man in history a success but I'm sure this chick Vienna does. I only watched the last 15 seconds of this season's Bachelor and it was enough to know that he's a yawn fest and she has the wonkiest eyes ever!<br />Here's hoping they live happily ever after.alisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13080430170819728425noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786948705848887127.post-7199516629902548822010-03-01T11:56:00.007-05:002010-03-02T11:56:10.994-05:00It's Hard Out There For a Pimp<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOpwvQ_BTDfNfQAK7Rx_kWD6xyOSsiIbZVC8LW62PBwQW0ZOa4yJ45X8H7SlbePiklIuYt7x1aCSrvOYo3YHCIlHd424SQW23wRhyE9Sc_gsKW3Kz-YgGcjPAHyCobR0jO97sw822wCT8/s1600-h/0903-awkward-kiss-sm04.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOpwvQ_BTDfNfQAK7Rx_kWD6xyOSsiIbZVC8LW62PBwQW0ZOa4yJ45X8H7SlbePiklIuYt7x1aCSrvOYo3YHCIlHd424SQW23wRhyE9Sc_gsKW3Kz-YgGcjPAHyCobR0jO97sw822wCT8/s320/0903-awkward-kiss-sm04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444076555760643698" border="0" /></a>Let's face it, dating is hard! Dare I say that dating in New York is harder than most places? Recently while on a <span style="font-style: italic;">let's-meet-for-a-drink-situation-to-see-if-can-actually-stand-you</span> thing I was told that the dating pool in New York was 60% women, 40% men. Thanks buddy, as though I needed to be reminded of that little fun fact at that particular moment! However the young fellow was speaking the truth, men have their pick of so many fantastic, successful, beautiful women and these same women seem like they are fighting for the 10 nice, emotionally available, relatively attractive/successful straight and actually single guys that are left! I want to believe that this theory was just a result of having an overly cynical possibly hormone charged day. I know single ladies out there like to complain about how there's a total shortage of good men in NYC and that the men they do meet are either not interested in a relationship or already married but I mean, it can't possibly be that bad out there can it!?<br />Well apparently it can be that bad out <a href="http://http://nymag.com/daily/intel/2010/03/in_new_york_even_guys_accused.html">there</a>! Apparently women will settle for just about anything...even a d-bag looking thief with a huge coke problem! I think it's absolutely crazy that this guy can find a partner not once but twice! Who cares if he's a felon, at least he's ready for a relationship? How sad...<br />In a city where living in a different borough can be a deal breaker for people; how is getting busted for stealing almost 20 million not a deal breaker?alisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13080430170819728425noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786948705848887127.post-33109319453079549792010-02-24T14:32:00.006-05:002010-02-24T16:45:24.513-05:00WTF WednesdayHere's some things that are confusing me this week...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAUx8ybUv9ER6G1oQ6-slpXOTewXd001Sw76PbXMQ9i25dnHznAw0lOjgxRRll4qlpIffxH2hftYKa1I_zK8mFI1b0OEtm8Mar_mWwIGVHLnGK-EKLiV1yYcd2tRTMUwS-85ovXvmkmME/s1600-h/252343681_7596103562_o.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAUx8ybUv9ER6G1oQ6-slpXOTewXd001Sw76PbXMQ9i25dnHznAw0lOjgxRRll4qlpIffxH2hftYKa1I_zK8mFI1b0OEtm8Mar_mWwIGVHLnGK-EKLiV1yYcd2tRTMUwS-85ovXvmkmME/s320/252343681_7596103562_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441896447733589570" border="0" /></a>the other day i was on the bus and some man behind me was clipping his nails! wtf! it is so wrong to clip your nails, put on/take off nail polish or do any other sort of personal hygiene situation while on public transportation. i am baffled that people don't just automatically know this! do they think they are alone on the bus/subway? do they not know how totally gross it is? i have a fear that a flying nail is going to hit me and then i would vom all over the bus.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqLY54iiDk85B3IRXKyZaTn1KY3zmK08Y3T04Vt-ONA-Z_gemSjkY_FOg46e0OhN-QVRkIGZftZMPwa5cOppaUvNNV_uNgJnmWSDY-w8KosRcAsvXUXnGWJRfV98JJQPvyuXJMTG-KnX0/s1600-h/photo.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqLY54iiDk85B3IRXKyZaTn1KY3zmK08Y3T04Vt-ONA-Z_gemSjkY_FOg46e0OhN-QVRkIGZftZMPwa5cOppaUvNNV_uNgJnmWSDY-w8KosRcAsvXUXnGWJRfV98JJQPvyuXJMTG-KnX0/s320/photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441896445008664082" border="0" /></a>ok so wtf is up with this dog? this confuses me because i don't know if i should laugh or be sad for the dog. he's wearing jeans and a tank top and is sitting behind a boom box. why would you dress your dog like that? and if you were going to dress your dog like why wouldn't you go even further and put a hat out to collect some money? wtf.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnxluDdZORvIfRTfeolN478TNHJYsgrfyY_G0BQLf4m2T_YPZ42F0KFACgs_23NorRrYDufkdQcrDgUHXzU-dhQykb-ve9BHcbahTGARG6dZ-V_XJ6y6iRaJxPho9CFZzZuDMDce6_mgI/s1600-h/jay-z-brooklyn-we-go-hard.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnxluDdZORvIfRTfeolN478TNHJYsgrfyY_G0BQLf4m2T_YPZ42F0KFACgs_23NorRrYDufkdQcrDgUHXzU-dhQykb-ve9BHcbahTGARG6dZ-V_XJ6y6iRaJxPho9CFZzZuDMDce6_mgI/s320/jay-z-brooklyn-we-go-hard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441896434445174146" border="0" /></a>jay-z didn't participate in the remake of "we are the world" and when asked why he said it was because he didn't feel that anyone should remake the song...and then he compared it to "thriller." wtf jay-z, "thriller"? "we are the world" is an ok song with a great message, it's not nearly as good as "thriller"! i agree that the song probably shouldn't have been remade, it's weird to hear rap and auto tune but the message behind the song is a good message. but let's be real jigga, you just wanted to do your own song so you could be the center of attention.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_ePfzam7gKiWMwCX5ziLRyQgZlptqN6i1KD_XqfZhVhpDgb73NC0Hth9VMZIV8q8_AkqULNBRhcDB8z3z6ynxp7rduOJ7VdKg1YscuMXNPxL-NRI3-spCTjFCYenkQIdEJYwK_olnzQA/s1600-h/1267021043eat_tattoo.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 199px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_ePfzam7gKiWMwCX5ziLRyQgZlptqN6i1KD_XqfZhVhpDgb73NC0Hth9VMZIV8q8_AkqULNBRhcDB8z3z6ynxp7rduOJ7VdKg1YscuMXNPxL-NRI3-spCTjFCYenkQIdEJYwK_olnzQA/s320/1267021043eat_tattoo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441906944626490658" border="0" /></a>ok so this tattoo seriously says will eat pussy. wtf! is that something that this guy really needs to advertise? does this tattoo help him meet the <span style="font-style: italic;">ladies</span>? i don't know, but if he hasn't found that special someone he should date the woman with the dick sucka tattoo from last week. can anyone say M.F.E.O??<br /></div>alisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13080430170819728425noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786948705848887127.post-76952949744165885232010-02-24T09:29:00.005-05:002010-02-24T14:09:15.372-05:00Run for HaitiOn February 20th 10,000 New York runners came out for a 4 mile race for Haiti. The New York Road Runners club teamed up with the NY Mayor's Alliance charity and organized this race in just 18 days! The cost of the race was $40 and 100% of the proceeds went to Haiti, we raised $400,000!! There are few words to describe how amazing it was to see 10,000 people who all came out to run and have a good time but also wanted to help the people in Haiti! New York never ceases to amaze me!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRyjg20WY0vF0kr4GKqhda3Z4HMy3atgen0-LS2005JiX6nk7EI6cyX-KHDNg8hLNEJR2SroL2Azg-dB7GkYdi5B1aAAoXolrfafAV4Ca3fOg7IdIW89H4-3g32Zy-6c6GrfV2ACMVALQ/s1600-h/4384047387_9f5eaf4bc1_m.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRyjg20WY0vF0kr4GKqhda3Z4HMy3atgen0-LS2005JiX6nk7EI6cyX-KHDNg8hLNEJR2SroL2Azg-dB7GkYdi5B1aAAoXolrfafAV4Ca3fOg7IdIW89H4-3g32Zy-6c6GrfV2ACMVALQ/s320/4384047387_9f5eaf4bc1_m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441836135333726850" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmBvfmCfOcHSsJ9WeKeSofYt-81N7qENUtZxcQMWcXsnc34S8hrb_TPd6CTvZqrYJeeVeFA0XFfIiVsP9XS30cSUFKn56JObS95lY-qSg6ZyslO6sEWqjodsaQq-0X2-T7X1BevoH5TyA/s1600-h/4384047651_a14b8e6c12_m.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmBvfmCfOcHSsJ9WeKeSofYt-81N7qENUtZxcQMWcXsnc34S8hrb_TPd6CTvZqrYJeeVeFA0XFfIiVsP9XS30cSUFKn56JObS95lY-qSg6ZyslO6sEWqjodsaQq-0X2-T7X1BevoH5TyA/s320/4384047651_a14b8e6c12_m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441834937838128274" border="0" /></a> It was such a lovely day for a run!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJKOskObu0B8j0ZqhqQWh5bfmhJx56wdUf9WXfdEzJ46Fiv995xhgx6O6_y6LPazrwQNMG3DPijujJjGC0kOzAqdUBQVpcrloh3XP97sSQ4S2p5XTp1gATYqYgAv1Chbf6YRtQcV_rB2Q/s1600-h/4384046965_7301e8b8c8_m.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJKOskObu0B8j0ZqhqQWh5bfmhJx56wdUf9WXfdEzJ46Fiv995xhgx6O6_y6LPazrwQNMG3DPijujJjGC0kOzAqdUBQVpcrloh3XP97sSQ4S2p5XTp1gATYqYgAv1Chbf6YRtQcV_rB2Q/s320/4384046965_7301e8b8c8_m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441834931062527394" border="0" /></a>these are the people who finish the race in 20 minutes!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcbaNr83z1zJJ4duZzAs2Nrrrg4Ro58aF-b5X_Jwfba3a_i43zXs8nyQaR9Hpof1XrCuI6wZKpQiTRhZLGgGIXGb9mM0i6AuPVbVH4qTqeo8Ja4QXgNsM_IhVEmzskj98kzbc_2zyepgw/s1600-h/4384809528_016511608f_m.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcbaNr83z1zJJ4duZzAs2Nrrrg4Ro58aF-b5X_Jwfba3a_i43zXs8nyQaR9Hpof1XrCuI6wZKpQiTRhZLGgGIXGb9mM0i6AuPVbVH4qTqeo8Ja4QXgNsM_IhVEmzskj98kzbc_2zyepgw/s320/4384809528_016511608f_m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441834924067042610" border="0" /></a>this woman ran the 4 mile race while dribbling a basket ball. it was both impressive an annoying.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9nLikHHTGqdS2wl7tC_aNq2cxMTFPtYfktjSxtGaQp-1Iw2UzdnV4UqD7ub6gc1dFkvWF0HPmPjjo_Ux5e5pfptjzEhDeGlmPtKvdBkmlJt_D1sc1YDWduL2O-r600fkVGdcd-Y4C9Yc/s1600-h/4384810500_a6afaffdd6_m.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9nLikHHTGqdS2wl7tC_aNq2cxMTFPtYfktjSxtGaQp-1Iw2UzdnV4UqD7ub6gc1dFkvWF0HPmPjjo_Ux5e5pfptjzEhDeGlmPtKvdBkmlJt_D1sc1YDWduL2O-r600fkVGdcd-Y4C9Yc/s320/4384810500_a6afaffdd6_m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441834921724114450" border="0" /></a>5 borough running gloves!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7JTFM-D5ZFI1oHCJQ7KlRYPDqH8si3VyprP1ZEPIGeKXzLuJx2_vQ2I-xZCZ9EUBROKvWaxfzXXe-Nx3My6WocAkMdrj_V8kzATZAb9vdl9_wDAg5KfS_fFiRMs1KBGoMLpydEXGa2jE/s1600-h/4384811226_61e504dfbe_m.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7JTFM-D5ZFI1oHCJQ7KlRYPDqH8si3VyprP1ZEPIGeKXzLuJx2_vQ2I-xZCZ9EUBROKvWaxfzXXe-Nx3My6WocAkMdrj_V8kzATZAb9vdl9_wDAg5KfS_fFiRMs1KBGoMLpydEXGa2jE/s320/4384811226_61e504dfbe_m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441834916311987522" border="0" /></a>a nice mimosa is the best way to end any race!<br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Don't believe the hype that New Yorkers are cold and uncaring because it just ain't true!</span><br /></div></div>alisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13080430170819728425noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786948705848887127.post-17498083605756090242010-02-23T19:03:00.004-05:002010-02-23T19:09:42.408-05:00You're a Dick....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvpaQJdIq0czX0-XAK70t-yCphGX6Zo7ePRpTReEh0DxtphSZo0ZTtnsPRG2WWFAKd99zrFLmf5qbJpNzBBRZ7BPjNGGNDPXG7zMCdK3ksM5uKFmhU6PE-oH2u8H_17HmHVb4vpwdrfPo/s1600-h/55_cheney.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvpaQJdIq0czX0-XAK70t-yCphGX6Zo7ePRpTReEh0DxtphSZo0ZTtnsPRG2WWFAKd99zrFLmf5qbJpNzBBRZ7BPjNGGNDPXG7zMCdK3ksM5uKFmhU6PE-oH2u8H_17HmHVb4vpwdrfPo/s320/55_cheney.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441594193871033074" /></a>Dick Cheney suffered from his fifth heart attack yesterday. <b>Five </b>heart attacks! That's so many! It's hard to believe that a man without a heart can have so many attacks on it. Maybe it's some weird karma....I'm just sayin'....alisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13080430170819728425noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786948705848887127.post-80667009192319233642010-02-19T15:53:00.005-05:002010-02-19T16:17:34.528-05:00A Little Friday Eye CandyDo you remember how great the old Calvin Klein ads were? Well Calvin is back! After a series of disappointing ads with a well greased but not that sexy (to me) Eva Mendes we have returned to CK basics. Beautiful people and simple black and white photos. If I was in High School these new ads would be taped up in my locker! I had to stop myself from having them be my computer's background picture at work; just didn't seem all that professional!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixOebglWWh_vemiawH96KJLfZgZJKDHx7oCQmbNiE9tsQfdFvZiupM-QEbPxMXXsvjg_-gh6AHobToMZsx4peEyIO4cA-ggN_x9BLeVXyQn3q0dAFzxWUVCe_Ss1pVr9F3CYaujDPv4xk/s1600-h/34markymark9xg.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixOebglWWh_vemiawH96KJLfZgZJKDHx7oCQmbNiE9tsQfdFvZiupM-QEbPxMXXsvjg_-gh6AHobToMZsx4peEyIO4cA-ggN_x9BLeVXyQn3q0dAFzxWUVCe_Ss1pVr9F3CYaujDPv4xk/s320/34markymark9xg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440060877989692082" border="0" /></a>who didn't love marky mark and the funky bunch?! i cannot refer to him as mark walberg. he is forever known as marky mark and the funky bunch<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBkAKnSzQzkwgNuAs3oqq2n86GzQyqMIjh8nliyzn9R8RcasJgTS_aOAGYlHWYY5LxXlqzLIjlQinZ-xchXMVUggPnIwtkX1A2AdQ-gB7tC6InOEghFQbIzVJdZpjbEHkaqJxuSrhNw-E/s1600-h/kate-moss-pic.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBkAKnSzQzkwgNuAs3oqq2n86GzQyqMIjh8nliyzn9R8RcasJgTS_aOAGYlHWYY5LxXlqzLIjlQinZ-xchXMVUggPnIwtkX1A2AdQ-gB7tC6InOEghFQbIzVJdZpjbEHkaqJxuSrhNw-E/s320/kate-moss-pic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440060894330054514" border="0" /></a>have been totally obsessed with kate moss since this ad came out in the 90s<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnvSrWyyynKj-o9pJi9SG1yA7piCsBx9_Em28K4ufJ6yP264EvY-iGED8FH0vKLqa-6Vm3Q9KaOil9cN76WsPPTLoJaxIoFixxjBc0SZ9PsYNu0uAphD-IzVxC_JndLZ_8-EcygpMTfAE/s1600-h/20081112_wahlbergkate_250x375.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnvSrWyyynKj-o9pJi9SG1yA7piCsBx9_Em28K4ufJ6yP264EvY-iGED8FH0vKLqa-6Vm3Q9KaOil9cN76WsPPTLoJaxIoFixxjBc0SZ9PsYNu0uAphD-IzVxC_JndLZ_8-EcygpMTfAE/s320/20081112_wahlbergkate_250x375.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440060885126943730" border="0" /></a>kate moss and marky mark together equals the 90s version advertising perfection!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHgm8k4gMhIYmI9Rz0zp57vIg3krvmnHzrW_ZNS7p33Wr7GP0RTpr8yHzvQzpjGOpwxJvSAnuf72vRKDp78kfILk1h8w7gJ__LrZKY0GL8nabW8T9F5qaRkmAJqRwF4FFbGboCRWKdKoE/s1600-h/mehcad-brooks-calvin-klein-x-02.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHgm8k4gMhIYmI9Rz0zp57vIg3krvmnHzrW_ZNS7p33Wr7GP0RTpr8yHzvQzpjGOpwxJvSAnuf72vRKDp78kfILk1h8w7gJ__LrZKY0GL8nabW8T9F5qaRkmAJqRwF4FFbGboCRWKdKoE/s320/mehcad-brooks-calvin-klein-x-02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440060907379297778" border="0" /></a><br />mechad brooks, you are a dreamboat...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9fZG7hqpeCtNlBSida3aCu0zTVqoWsLMLOaURcY1CP7g1GowOkynInDaKyGfhx7UX8eL0ZGwVbaKKX1CLcGMcVs6imiNjWpiJW0ptxNd9_oxonPYAPvZlF5eCEv8NnDHXi5mnuqD9ua8/s1600-h/mehcad-brooks-calvin-klein-x-01.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9fZG7hqpeCtNlBSida3aCu0zTVqoWsLMLOaURcY1CP7g1GowOkynInDaKyGfhx7UX8eL0ZGwVbaKKX1CLcGMcVs6imiNjWpiJW0ptxNd9_oxonPYAPvZlF5eCEv8NnDHXi5mnuqD9ua8/s320/mehcad-brooks-calvin-klein-x-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440060899582580546" border="0" /></a>this is the picture i would hang in my locker...<br /><br /></div>alisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13080430170819728425noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786948705848887127.post-49464579551501614242010-02-19T14:38:00.003-05:002010-02-19T15:50:33.854-05:00Gag Me Tiger Woods!<iframe src="http://videos.nymag.com/embed/player/?content=VT4B9G29C50J68ZT&widget_type_cid=svp&title_height=24" width="416" height="315" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" allowtransparency="true"></iframe><br /><br />The most disturbing/shallow aspect of this "apology" by Tiger Woods was his super creepy and weird camera eye contact and his uber-slow monotone voice that for some reason made him seem insincere and at the same time just made me want to slap him a little. It's hard to know whether or not he is seriously apologizing for his actions or whether he's just apologizing for getting caught. My personal belief is that he's full of it. He's bummed he got caught and now that he's ready to start golfing again he needs to clean the image. Gag Me!<br /> <br />I found several moments completely ridic, for example Tiger getting angry at the media for following his mom and kid around. As stupid as I think it is, the media has been working overtime trying to find Tiger because he was in hiding! If he wanted to spare his family all the stress and dramz he shouldn't have disappeared for 3 months! I also thought Tiger's valiant attempt to say that the wifey didn't kick his ass with his golf club was laughable. Of course she did! And I'm only sorry she didn't get in some better blows!alisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13080430170819728425noreply@blogger.com0