Happy Birthday, Muffy!
My Daddy is so cool. "Sorry about your Yankees, now maybe Boston Will go away for another 86 years or so." He understands what a small petty person I am. Mom's the nice one who thinks it's great that the Red Sox finally got to win one. Though she also lost interest in the post-season after the Yankees lost and she is more of a baseball fan. Eh, they're both adorable. Daddy even just bought me a new camera, that's how adorable he is. And how much of a spoiled princess I am.
I am soooo tired. Don't know how I'm going to stay awake through the big birthday fun tonight. I'll just have to drink a lot or something. They're having a post-earnings/Halloween thing here at work at 3:30. There will be beer, so I can start early. Lovey and I will be attending for sure. Good times. You wish you had my rock star life.
Steph's parents were in town this week so last night I met them and Muffy for dinner while Steph was in class like the bad son, but good student, that he is. They're lovely people so I get a kick out of hanging with them. And dinner was nice. A good conversational mix of baseball, families, card playing, politics (vote for Kerry), science and what exactly Rigatoni and Gnocchi are. Plus they brought me a gift from Joan - an awesome butt shot of Nomar that she took this summer. It's a great shot and a good photograph and quite a nice tushy. Even if he was in a Red Sox uniform at the time. You just gotta love people who will take, print, give and transport such a thing for you.
Then it was back to Steph & Muffy Manor for cake! Apparently Steph's Mum (they need names of their own) had a birthday on Monday and Muffy's is today so there were two cakes. I couldn't refuse two cakes. Right? So more chatting and wedding photograph viewing and discussions of genealogy and Vegas. What could be better.
Man, I need more coffee, I think I'm babbling.
Friday, October 29, 2004
Thursday, October 28, 2004
Did something happen last night?
So. Last night. Lots of things happened last night.
Rock Star Fran had a show with her girl band at the Knitting Factory. In the bowls of the Knitting Factory actually, also known as Old Office. So, I went to that. Monkey Man from work was going with me but had to work until 7. So I stuck around earning my paycheck for a couple extra hours, grabbed dinner with him and then headed to the show. Another interesting girl from work was there, a bar was there and Fran's honey was performing as well so time-killing before the main event wasn't a problem. Actually, I don't think they were technically the main event of the night, but they were for me. And in my blog, it's all about me.
Fran rocked her little heart out like the rock star she is and I had a good time. She was even wearing a skirt and sassy fishnets and everything. Though she outed me as a perv to the whole audience. She was playing drums for one song and was using a sweatshirt as a 'privacy shield' so she wouldn't flash the audience. Then she told the audience that AMANDA would rather she just flash everyone. A comment which met with dead silence if I recall correctly. I pondered shouting a big ole "WOO" at that point but had only had one beer and thus enough sense to not do that. So, now you know. I'm a Kenny Loggins lovin', privacy shield hatin' perv. Who hates the Red Sox. Who?
After the show Monkey Man and I headed out so he could call and wish his mom a happy birthday (like the forgetful slacker he is) and I could go home to watch some thing that was on the TV, I don't remember what, but there was something I wanted to get home and watch, hmmmmm... I'd totally forgotten about the eclipse, but we walked out and there it was. Just a tiny sliver of the moon was yet to be covered. So we decided to stand in the street and gawk. It was cool. Though not as cool as the solar eclipse I saw in Hawaii in '91. But still good. Monkey Man got some dumb work call at that point so he did that and I stared at the moon, while standing in the street, leaning against construction piling. I know how to have a good time. Oh yes, oh yes I do.
Anyway, eventually he wrapped that up, the moon got covered and looked cool and we headed home. So I could turn on my TV. And watch the sadness. Ah, the sadness.
They looked so happy though. The unwashed, long-haired, scary little Red Sox players. And it is a huge thing. They won the World Series. For the first time in 86 years. By winning their last 8 post-season games in a row. And my Red Sox fan friends are delirious. And that's awesome. And I'm trying very hard to be happy for them. Through the phone calls, the emails, the gloating and the mocking. Because I know it's going to be another 86 years before they do it again. A person should only have to suffer one Red Sox World Series title in their lifetime. This was mine. I accept that. And I'm ready to move on to the next season.
Rock Star Fran had a show with her girl band at the Knitting Factory. In the bowls of the Knitting Factory actually, also known as Old Office. So, I went to that. Monkey Man from work was going with me but had to work until 7. So I stuck around earning my paycheck for a couple extra hours, grabbed dinner with him and then headed to the show. Another interesting girl from work was there, a bar was there and Fran's honey was performing as well so time-killing before the main event wasn't a problem. Actually, I don't think they were technically the main event of the night, but they were for me. And in my blog, it's all about me.
Fran rocked her little heart out like the rock star she is and I had a good time. She was even wearing a skirt and sassy fishnets and everything. Though she outed me as a perv to the whole audience. She was playing drums for one song and was using a sweatshirt as a 'privacy shield' so she wouldn't flash the audience. Then she told the audience that AMANDA would rather she just flash everyone. A comment which met with dead silence if I recall correctly. I pondered shouting a big ole "WOO" at that point but had only had one beer and thus enough sense to not do that. So, now you know. I'm a Kenny Loggins lovin', privacy shield hatin' perv. Who hates the Red Sox. Who?
After the show Monkey Man and I headed out so he could call and wish his mom a happy birthday (like the forgetful slacker he is) and I could go home to watch some thing that was on the TV, I don't remember what, but there was something I wanted to get home and watch, hmmmmm... I'd totally forgotten about the eclipse, but we walked out and there it was. Just a tiny sliver of the moon was yet to be covered. So we decided to stand in the street and gawk. It was cool. Though not as cool as the solar eclipse I saw in Hawaii in '91. But still good. Monkey Man got some dumb work call at that point so he did that and I stared at the moon, while standing in the street, leaning against construction piling. I know how to have a good time. Oh yes, oh yes I do.
Anyway, eventually he wrapped that up, the moon got covered and looked cool and we headed home. So I could turn on my TV. And watch the sadness. Ah, the sadness.
They looked so happy though. The unwashed, long-haired, scary little Red Sox players. And it is a huge thing. They won the World Series. For the first time in 86 years. By winning their last 8 post-season games in a row. And my Red Sox fan friends are delirious. And that's awesome. And I'm trying very hard to be happy for them. Through the phone calls, the emails, the gloating and the mocking. Because I know it's going to be another 86 years before they do it again. A person should only have to suffer one Red Sox World Series title in their lifetime. This was mine. I accept that. And I'm ready to move on to the next season.
Alas
Congratulations, Red Sox fans. Not Pumpkin, but you actual ones like Muffy & Steph & Turnip and such. Enjoy the good times while they last. I'll be in the corner pouting and waiting for next year. Never thought I'd see this in my lifetime.
But the Red Sox did a great job and had an amazing post season and my friends are so happy they're about to pee so I'm happy for y'all. As much as it pains me.
And no, Muffy, I do not think now is the time to start chanting 2000. Smartasses, the lot of ya'.
Freakin' Red Sox.
But the Red Sox did a great job and had an amazing post season and my friends are so happy they're about to pee so I'm happy for y'all. As much as it pains me.
And no, Muffy, I do not think now is the time to start chanting 2000. Smartasses, the lot of ya'.
Freakin' Red Sox.
Wednesday, October 27, 2004
Photographic Memories
Last night I was updating some stuff on my photo links page and started browsing through my older photo folders on my computer. And it made me all nostalgic. I was looking at photos of the second Homecoming after my graduation back in October '97. And I miss the people I used to see all the time and now have no idea where they are. But it did make me smile to think of the friends that I've had since then and saw just this past weekend at Homecoming '04. Like PimpDaddy looking all of 12 years old. And Poodle looking about 10. And Spanky dancing around on a table like the drunken fool she was. And lots of BigD ass shots for some reason. I don't know.
I also saw a lot of great photos of someone who used to be a really good friend of mine and now is not, and that made me a little sad. Actually a lot sad. Thinking of all the relationships that were great and don't exist anymore. I miss some of those friends and boyfriends and whatnots and such. I'm thankful I had those relationships in my life and that I can look back on them fondly and think of how they improved my life and made me happy. All that's great. And I know that if relationships didn't change and fade and grow I wouldn't have the awesome relationships now. And at this moment I wouldn't change a thing about Pumpkin and Muffy and Steph and Turnip and PimpDaddy and Spanky and Muppet and BigD and Buzz and Lovey and RSFran and Vader and my family and others I haven't yet named. Well, I probably would change the amount of time I spend with them if I could get away with not working and having unlimited airfare. But other than that I wouldn't change it. And I probably wouldn't be so close with all of them if I were still so close with other people. Because there's only so much time and energy in a day. And I know that some of them will fade and change a little. But others will grow and folks who are distant now might be closer later. And I'll probably sit around a couple years from now looking over this year's photos getting all moony and silly. And grateful that I take so many damn photos.
Of course I then had a very high schoolesque dream last night about some of the people in my life who now aren't just not close with me but actively dislike me. It was weird. There were lots of girlfriends and plans for a movie but then everyone ate all my nachoes and ditched me while I was taking a quick shower and it was weird. So, no more nostalgia for me this week!
I also saw a lot of great photos of someone who used to be a really good friend of mine and now is not, and that made me a little sad. Actually a lot sad. Thinking of all the relationships that were great and don't exist anymore. I miss some of those friends and boyfriends and whatnots and such. I'm thankful I had those relationships in my life and that I can look back on them fondly and think of how they improved my life and made me happy. All that's great. And I know that if relationships didn't change and fade and grow I wouldn't have the awesome relationships now. And at this moment I wouldn't change a thing about Pumpkin and Muffy and Steph and Turnip and PimpDaddy and Spanky and Muppet and BigD and Buzz and Lovey and RSFran and Vader and my family and others I haven't yet named. Well, I probably would change the amount of time I spend with them if I could get away with not working and having unlimited airfare. But other than that I wouldn't change it. And I probably wouldn't be so close with all of them if I were still so close with other people. Because there's only so much time and energy in a day. And I know that some of them will fade and change a little. But others will grow and folks who are distant now might be closer later. And I'll probably sit around a couple years from now looking over this year's photos getting all moony and silly. And grateful that I take so many damn photos.
Of course I then had a very high schoolesque dream last night about some of the people in my life who now aren't just not close with me but actively dislike me. It was weird. There were lots of girlfriends and plans for a movie but then everyone ate all my nachoes and ditched me while I was taking a quick shower and it was weird. So, no more nostalgia for me this week!
Tuesday, October 26, 2004
Yo' mama
I keep saying yo' mama to about 75% of the questions I get asked lately and I probably need to stop. At least at work. Most of my friends seem to know to humor me. For their own sakes. Fear the Wrath of Amanda. Yeah, fear it.
I love the iPod. The iPod doesn't judge me when I need a little Bon Jovi and Cher and Duran Duran to get me through my day. Or even a little Kenny Loggins. Though iPod does allow me to quickly find out that I have twelve Kenny Loggins sons on there. Dear god. Maybe Rock Star Fran was right. Maybe I am Kenny Loggins'esqe. I don't even have a CD of the Top Gun soundtrack to put on there. Not even any Caddyshack. This is all Footloose and that Return to Pooh Corner CD.
Okay, let me explain the Pooh Corner CD. I was dating a guy for a long time who loved Winnie the Pooh. And I loved the guy. So I went along with this mad Pooh love even though I don't feel it myself. I like the Winnie the Pooh ride at DisneyWorld and Pooh is cute and all, but it wasn't much of a childhood thing for me. But it was for him. So I helped mend his little Pooh doll. And tolerated the equating of my love of pigs & Disney into Piglet love. And got the Return to Pooh Corner CD with that Pooh song on it. It also had All the Pretty Little Horses on it too though, which Mom sang to me when I was a kid. But, well, yes. I have a whole Kenny Loggins CD of children's songs. I am such a freakin' loser. I'm so embarrassed. Now I'm judging me in a way iPod never would.
The Pretty Little Horses song is a little different from the version Mom sang to me anyway. But I like it and it's the only version of the song I have. It wasn't my favorite Mommy song, but it's in the top ten. My favorite was Polly Von. But I would only let her sing it to me sometimes. Because it always made me cry. I thought it was a really, really pretty song and loved the way my mom sang it, but sometimes I just couldn't handle such a sad song. Though really, it's kind of a silly song. A hunter goes out, sees a swan, shoots it and then it turns out it was his girlfriend and not a swan. And she dies. I know, it's weird, but I liked it. And still do. 'Cause my Mommy sang it to me. She also sang Puff the Magic Dragon and Where Have All the Flowers Gone and For Baby, For Bobbie (I think). We were a very Peter, Paul & Mary kinda house. And now I sing those songs to kids I babysit and sang them at nap time when I was working at the local day care while in college. And probably will sing them to my kids, when I have them.
Hippies are contagious, don'cha know?
I love the iPod. The iPod doesn't judge me when I need a little Bon Jovi and Cher and Duran Duran to get me through my day. Or even a little Kenny Loggins. Though iPod does allow me to quickly find out that I have twelve Kenny Loggins sons on there. Dear god. Maybe Rock Star Fran was right. Maybe I am Kenny Loggins'esqe. I don't even have a CD of the Top Gun soundtrack to put on there. Not even any Caddyshack. This is all Footloose and that Return to Pooh Corner CD.
Okay, let me explain the Pooh Corner CD. I was dating a guy for a long time who loved Winnie the Pooh. And I loved the guy. So I went along with this mad Pooh love even though I don't feel it myself. I like the Winnie the Pooh ride at DisneyWorld and Pooh is cute and all, but it wasn't much of a childhood thing for me. But it was for him. So I helped mend his little Pooh doll. And tolerated the equating of my love of pigs & Disney into Piglet love. And got the Return to Pooh Corner CD with that Pooh song on it. It also had All the Pretty Little Horses on it too though, which Mom sang to me when I was a kid. But, well, yes. I have a whole Kenny Loggins CD of children's songs. I am such a freakin' loser. I'm so embarrassed. Now I'm judging me in a way iPod never would.
The Pretty Little Horses song is a little different from the version Mom sang to me anyway. But I like it and it's the only version of the song I have. It wasn't my favorite Mommy song, but it's in the top ten. My favorite was Polly Von. But I would only let her sing it to me sometimes. Because it always made me cry. I thought it was a really, really pretty song and loved the way my mom sang it, but sometimes I just couldn't handle such a sad song. Though really, it's kind of a silly song. A hunter goes out, sees a swan, shoots it and then it turns out it was his girlfriend and not a swan. And she dies. I know, it's weird, but I liked it. And still do. 'Cause my Mommy sang it to me. She also sang Puff the Magic Dragon and Where Have All the Flowers Gone and For Baby, For Bobbie (I think). We were a very Peter, Paul & Mary kinda house. And now I sing those songs to kids I babysit and sang them at nap time when I was working at the local day care while in college. And probably will sing them to my kids, when I have them.
Hippies are contagious, don'cha know?
Monday, October 25, 2004
I am NOTHING Like Kenny Loggins
Apparently I can't talk about the Red Sox here anymore. First of all, it seems to only encourage them to win. Which is not good. Plus, I now have a ton of folks stumbling upon this site while searching for something along the lines of 'Red Sox flash boobie'. I don't want to know.
I kind of dread the Red Sox winning the World Series because it's fun to taunt. I love having Red Sox fan friends and the whole rivalry and chanting "1918" and the Red Sox always being the underdogs and so on and so forth. So, I'm kinda rooting for the Cardinals now. Because I don't want my fun times to change. And because I don't want to hear about it for the next year. And because I don't want this curse to end as it's fun. I think it's a little fun for the Red Sox fans, even. Or not. Certainly not for the team...
But it would be really exciting for my friends if they won and I kinda want them to have that happiness. Especially JBeth who has been waiting for this for close to a million years. Though if it was going to have to happen in my lifetime it probably would've been cooler last year with a Cubs/Red Sox series. Anyway, enough about baseball...
This past weekend I went to Wesleyan's Homecoming for hanging and drinking and board meetings and PUPPY. It was a good time. Though I really do wish people would quit telling me I'm old. The guys of '52, '53 and '54 were awesome about telling me how not old I was, so big love for them. Though they did then start singing a really dirty song after that and kinda scared me some.
But it was a fun time. Diner runs, staying at the always classy Super 8, thinking inappropriate thoughts about undergraduates, dancing, playing with the cutest puppy in the world, hanging in front of the fire with girlfriends, catching up with folks I only see once or twice a year when we all come back to Alpha Delt, singing ridiculous songs with people, complaining about 'kids today' in a mostly joking manner, getting dressed for dinner... things like that. All good stuff. It's also nice to show up somewhere for a weekend and have lots of people shriek and smile and hug you as soon as they see you. It's nice to feel like people are actually excited to see you again. Lots and lots of people.
I like being loved. I dig it. The most. Love and attention make me so happy. I don't actually require it. I'm not really insecure. In fact, I'm rather cocky and egotistical, I think. But it's nice. It's nice to know that other folks think I'm as fun and pretty and smart and sassy as I think I am. Big D laughed at me in the car yesterday because I said that I respected people who liked me. He thought that was funny. But yeah, it's nice to occasionally get mad love to counteract all the folks who think I'm a loud, obnoxious tool.
Rock Star Fran just compared me to Kenny Loggins. She is no longer the kewlist person I know at the moment and might not be kewler than Britney Spears now. Kenny freakin' Loggins.
I kind of dread the Red Sox winning the World Series because it's fun to taunt. I love having Red Sox fan friends and the whole rivalry and chanting "1918" and the Red Sox always being the underdogs and so on and so forth. So, I'm kinda rooting for the Cardinals now. Because I don't want my fun times to change. And because I don't want to hear about it for the next year. And because I don't want this curse to end as it's fun. I think it's a little fun for the Red Sox fans, even. Or not. Certainly not for the team...
But it would be really exciting for my friends if they won and I kinda want them to have that happiness. Especially JBeth who has been waiting for this for close to a million years. Though if it was going to have to happen in my lifetime it probably would've been cooler last year with a Cubs/Red Sox series. Anyway, enough about baseball...
This past weekend I went to Wesleyan's Homecoming for hanging and drinking and board meetings and PUPPY. It was a good time. Though I really do wish people would quit telling me I'm old. The guys of '52, '53 and '54 were awesome about telling me how not old I was, so big love for them. Though they did then start singing a really dirty song after that and kinda scared me some.
But it was a fun time. Diner runs, staying at the always classy Super 8, thinking inappropriate thoughts about undergraduates, dancing, playing with the cutest puppy in the world, hanging in front of the fire with girlfriends, catching up with folks I only see once or twice a year when we all come back to Alpha Delt, singing ridiculous songs with people, complaining about 'kids today' in a mostly joking manner, getting dressed for dinner... things like that. All good stuff. It's also nice to show up somewhere for a weekend and have lots of people shriek and smile and hug you as soon as they see you. It's nice to feel like people are actually excited to see you again. Lots and lots of people.
I like being loved. I dig it. The most. Love and attention make me so happy. I don't actually require it. I'm not really insecure. In fact, I'm rather cocky and egotistical, I think. But it's nice. It's nice to know that other folks think I'm as fun and pretty and smart and sassy as I think I am. Big D laughed at me in the car yesterday because I said that I respected people who liked me. He thought that was funny. But yeah, it's nice to occasionally get mad love to counteract all the folks who think I'm a loud, obnoxious tool.
Rock Star Fran just compared me to Kenny Loggins. She is no longer the kewlist person I know at the moment and might not be kewler than Britney Spears now. Kenny freakin' Loggins.
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