Merry Cheery

So it is finally officially "Christmastime," and I say "officially," because I have smelled a pine tree, bought some presents, watched A Charlie Brown Christmas, and freaked out about the apparent no-time feeling that everyone gets around this time of year.

Geoff and I went with Bon (my mom) to get her tree, and it was so freezing, my toes almost fell off, but it was still lots of fun, and my boyfriend-the-lumberjack cut it down and (literally) threw it over his shoulder and brought it into the house. We left it, twinkling with lights, star slightly askew, and I felt an overwhelming feeling to stay at my mom's and bake and decorate, but I am a grown-up now so back to Stamford we went, though not without our own plans to decorate and get festive.

I feel very good about the holidays this year, especially because it will be my first actual vacation from work. Geoff and I will be tasting freedom from Monday, December 24th to Tuesday, January 1st. I am so looking forward to this, that I have to keep reminding myself that it's happening to get me through the weeks.

Because all I really want to be doing right now is watching National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation or the My So-Called Life holiday episode, baking cookies, writing out cards and wrapping up gifts.

Our Heroes

The Boston Red Sox stole my heart and Geoff and I have watched every minute of their season, leading up to their victory in the World Series last night.

I cannot tell a lie - I had tears in my eyes as I watched Mike Lowell (my very dear favorite) accept his World Series MVP trophy.


(Stephen Dunn/Getty Images)

See here for pics-
http://sports.yahoo.com/mlb/teams/bos/photos

O-R-they?

So Mike Doughty says that the new Wes Anderson movie, The Darjeeling Limited is very good, and I, for some reason, always wholeheartedly trust his opinion.

Maybe I will see it this weekend.

I don't like how everytime the film is brought up, someone has to mention that Owen Wilson tried to kill himself.

No shit. Leave the poor guy alone.

I think I would actually hate to be famous...

RED SOX WIN!!!!

So after an nail-biting series against the Cleveland Indians, the Red Sox won the ALCS!
Geoff and I jumped around like kangaroos, sniffed around for some footage of Jonathan Papelbon dancing like a wacko, and then I fell into bed, completely exhausted.

In fact, I am pretty sure I was in a coma this morning, because I didn't hear Geoff get up and get ready at all. And I barely remember getting ready myself. Wow.

We might go to Boston this weekend to watch a game in a friendly, equally-obsessed bar. Although, to be honest, I am pretty terrified of the Rockies. Those guys are hungry and I can attest to Mike Lowell's YUM factor (though my boyfriend is cuter than anyone.)

We'll see what happens!
Also, keep your eyes peeled for any video of Pap doing his Irish jigs/Riverdances/who-knows-what-else!

Jealousy, Frustration, Felicity and her hair issues

So the weather is finally doing what I want.
I have a bunch of upcoming days off, including Halloween and my birthday.
I love my boyfriend so much, it breaks my heart when he leaves the room.

Perfect? Almost.

I miss school. And feeling like I had a purpose. And having an interesting day, learning things, going to work and screwing around with my friends there. I miss the days of Urban when I always had someone to catch up with. I miss New Haven, and running around the corner to Koffee, shortbread cookies at Au Bon Pain, sharing chicken fingers with James. And I even miss New York, Geoff's old neighborhood, that deli around the corner, braving the subway alone, Geoff's cold nose pressed into my cheek when he finally got home.

I like my life. I love my apartment and my weekends. But I am feeling a little lost.
And lately, because I have been watching Felicity on DVD, I miss Diana and feel badly about how things ended. An unanswered phone call because I just couldn't take any more criticism, any more negativity. I guess that's not so wrong.

Oh well. I always feel better when I get home.

Dear Zeus, please let the Yankees lose hard.

I would like nothing more than for the Indians to embarrass the pants off of the Yankees and send them packing early because Yankee fans are convinced that they are better (you know, than...like...everyone) even though the Indians whooped their pinstriped butts on Thursday night.
So now the statement "I root for two teams - the Red Sox and anyone who plays the Yankees" really has significant meaning for me now.
And can someone tell A-Rod that no one wants to see his friggin gum every two seconds. That man is truly everything I hate in human beings.

Other than that, things are going well.

A long Columbus Day weekend is 52 minutes away and Geoff and I are getting burritos tonight, which always make me very happy.

I also find myself really into The New Adventures of Pippi Longstocking on youtube even though Geoff told me that he thought that particular Pippi was "hot". That Swedish Pippi from 1969 is looking better and better.

September 21st, 80 degrees

Can it just get chilly already?
I want Fall air, cozy clothes, hot cocoa...I am tired of Summer and sweating and feeling uncomfortable.

Last night, G and I watched You've Got Mail, which is one of my favorite movies EVER, and as my brother would say, "It's got great Fall scenes" so it only made sense to watch it in the mood that I am currently in. I was instantly jealous of the Days of Yore, when wearing a light coat in September was necessary. Oh, 1998. How I miss you. I hate you, Global Warming. (Face it, people, IT'S A FACT!)

Tomorrow is the Rilo Kiley show and I am very excited, but slightly stressed over what to wear. Again, weather is a problem...think about it. It's warm when you get there, hot and sweaty inside the venue, and then cold when you leave, and you have a long walk to the car or train or whatever. (Girls, I know you hear me.) I wish that I personally knew Clinton Kelly at a time like this...(P.S.-Does anyone see like, 5 divorces or singlehood for life for Stacy London? Cause I certainly do.)

And oh, get this! I saw a commercial yesterday for 4parents.gov that promoted abstinence until marriage!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes, children, don't have sexual intercourse until you are 30! Condoms, what are those? Safe sex? NO, no sex! What idiots actually think that people would wait that long to engage in what the media throws in our collective face on an hourly basis? Have you seen a perfume ad lately? It's like straight-up porn. Not to mention, that honestly, I really think people should know what sex with their partner is like before they marry them...sexual intimacy between a couple is super-important. Maybe at the end of that commercial, they should add the disclaimer "WARNING: Most Couples who do not Engage in Sexual Intercourse before Marriage will Most Likely Divorce." Hey, just look at Jessica Simpson and Nick Lachey. He now knows that screwing in a hot tub with papparazzi around is integral to a sound relationship.

This weekend: Relax or Stress?

Well, I have high hopes for this weekend being a relaxing one, one in which I can wear my favorite boots and maybe something cozy, like a hoodie or a scarf...

However....

The BIG DEAL series is this weekend and I am feeling minorly stressed over it, considering I want the Red Sox to win so bad, it hurts my insides and for two major reasons -

One. I really want to be able to hang out in a Boston bar with Geoff for the World Series.

Two. I really want Mikey Lowell to stay on the team because I LOVE HIM, and winning the series couldn't hurt his chances of remaining a Red Sock.

Other than that, I hope to do a lot of snuggling, eating, buying things I shouldn't buy if I ever want to save any money (including the Pointelle Sweater skirt from Urban Outfitters and the 3rd season of Gilmore Girls on DVD) and hanging out with our bunny and frog.

Amanda and Busy

Work has been really rough this week and dragging so I basically feel like I am here 24/7 and at home/having fun very little lately.
I hope this changes.
I miss some friends, and even more so, some family, especially my brother and Geoff's sister and sister-in-law. And I definitely miss those beach-house weekends.


So lately, I have become (re) obsessed with this Canadian teen show that was on sometime in the 90's called Ready or Not. I was once obsessed with it when I was actually the age of the characters (12-14) and I have rediscovered my love for the spunky Italian tomboy, Busy Ramone and the girly, Jewish romantic Amanda Zimm through youtube.

The show was acutally way before its time and the girls frequently use the terms "masturbate," "pubes," and "dammit!"
This baffles me as I used to watch it on the Disney Channel, and I certainly don't remember hearing these words, but maybe I was a much cooler 13 year old and they didn't faze me.

Anway, I friggin love the show and watch it whenever I can (which is not a lot, unfortunately) and it definitely makes me feel better about life and takes me back to a day when the scariest thing I had to face was my algebra homework and if I should wear sparkly nail polish or not.

Definitely check out the controversial episode "Am I a Pervert or What?," in which Amanda questions her ethical self after she catches Busy's sexy older brother (the very guidy Dominic) in the shower and feels herself a little too turned on. Busy also admits to writing the question about masturbation in their Q&A gym class session.

My personal faves are "Members Only" and "Model Perfect," both featuring Amanda trying to impress the weirdly ugly "popular" girl, Chrissy by stealing an expensive sweater and developing an eating disorder, respectively. (Bet you didn't see that coming.)

Since it is now 5pm and I find myself with some time to kill, I will go check on them now.

Things to look forward to-

One.

I finally gave in when I found somewhat cheaper Rilo Kiley tickets at www.stubhub.com and bought them before they disappeared. Stub Hub certainly has more protection than eBay so I figured it was a smart move, and now I get to see my favorite band and favorite former child star. (Best line in The Wizard - "He touched my breast!!!")

Two.

I think that Geoff is going to get tickets to see the Sox play in Baltimore, so we get a fun road trip, in addition to seeing our guys play. If I am close enough to see Mike Lowell up close, I may pee a little in my pants. Just a warning.

Three.

This weekend! 3 days off! BAR pizza! Peace and Quiet! Doing whatever I want!
More exclaimation points in my life!

Massholes and Red Sox Fans.

This past weekend was spent in the lovely city of Boston, visiting my bro and his fee-an-cee, with my mom and Geoff.

It was wickedly hot but we still had a lot of fun, and I especially loved the place we went to for Breakfast called Johnny's (located in Newton, Mass.) I had a breakfast burrito and Geoff ate a mashed potato omelette! Keith had something called the Cement Mixer. You gotta love cute little Food Specials names.

I felt very at home there, among the Red Sox hats on passerby, and the merch crowded into the shop windows. It suddenly occurred to me that the Red Sox are infinitely more important to Bostonians than the Yankees are to New Yorkers. Yes, I have met some folks from Westchester County who are pretty Yankees-obsessed, but actual city people seem to have other things on their mind, while the good people of Boston really feel passion for their team. If you don't believe me, just check out The Reverse of the Curse of the Bambino on HBO. (http://www.hbo.com/bambino/)

The one thing that New York does seem to have going for them is their Subway system. Man, the T sucks. It's slow, it's small, it doesn't run on any discernible schedule. However, I have to say having mass public transportation is a pretty great thing in this world of reckless, ignorant drivers. (For proof, visit Greenwich, CT. I am now 100% certain that they don't understand that a STOP sign applies to all.)

I picked up the new Rilo Kiley CD in a Best Buy. ( I apologize to all mom-and-pop stores for this.) I am in love with the first, third, fourth, and ninth songs, but the rest all range from weird to girl music I loved in 8th grade to oddly sexual and squirmy. To be perfectly honest, I just don't want to see Jenny Lewis in anything but a fabulous light. Blowing some guy in bed is not exactly fabulous. More like TMI (too much information.)

Anywho...Am I ridiculous enough to pay $100 for a $25 ticket? I can't decide. On the one hand, this is my absolute favorite band. On the other, $200 and $50 are not even in the same ball park. It's high-way robbery and the good people at http://www.stubhub.com have made it all nice and legal. Yuck.

A car outside my window just stopped in the middle of the road and everyone behind him is beeping like they all have pregant women in labor in their cars. Just thought I'd note in case anyone thought I was overexaggerating about Greenwich drivers.

Back to the Real World. And by that I mean life, not the obnoxious show on MTV.
Blow some kisses to Mike Lowell, Big Papi, Jonathan Papelbon, and the rest of the guys for the game tonight. I'm sure they'd like that.

i heart greenwichibiees

I am not into back stories. They bore me, make me restless, and so I start here.

August 24, 2007. Friday. 2:58 pm.
My office doesn't believe in Summer Fridays, which I have accepted.

So I am here, head slightly pounding, my eyes shifting to the clock to my inbox (where I correspnd with my live-in best (boy) friend all day long) and to the window, framing the Greenwich mommies, who all look about 25 in their tiny Trophy wife bodies, in their gigantic SUVs. Their children are a distant memory, being taught their ABCs and 1-2-3s by their nannies (aka college grads who can't or won't find a "real" job.)

Today I am most disturbed by Michael Vick, reckless drivers and parkers, and the fact that Fall still illicits the feeling that I should be preparing for something big.

I shouldn't have a blog because I am not computer-savvy and I don't even know how to post pictures, but I don't really care.

No one will read this.
I am ok with that.

I recommend-

Not reading the new Jessica Darling book because it will break your heart. Our angst-ridden heroine has become a snobby just-moved-to-Brooklyn bitch. And please...I am not buying that your part-time freelance job is paying your rent and your college loans.

Boycotting Alexis Bledel from doing anything but playing Rory Gilmore.

Falling in love with Michael Cera (from Arrested Development, now playing in SuperBad) just because he is like the little brother I never had. (Don't expect me to be on To Catch a Predator)

and living in the moment, especially if, like me, you have the best hybrid boyfriend/best friend in the world.