Monday, October 31, 2011

Fred is dead + other Halloween musings


I hate to be the one to tell you this, but...

Fred is dead.

He came into this world a sprightly little fella.

He didn't even complain when J carved his eyes.

Our community group had a pumpkin carving party last week.
Fred had a great time hanging with his homies.

Fred's bffs.
RIP, Fred, RIP.

In other Halloweenish news, my pal Amber and her roommate threw an awesome costume party.
I mean, the White Swan and the Black Swan threw an awesome party.
edited to add: They totally made those costumes. Rockstars.

Wednesday Addams was on the guest list.
She behaved herself rather well.

Happy Halloweeeeeeen!

Saturday, October 29, 2011

a spontaneous Saturday post // a moment I don't want to forget

My Dad called me from Alabama last night to tell me he'd heard the reports.
New York City was bound to experience the first snow of the season today.

Growing up in the Deep South, I saw snow for the first time when I was thirteen and a freak snow "storm" hit our southeastern corner of Alabama. My Dad and I built a snowman that stood about 8 inches tall, and due to fastly rising temperatures, was subsequently destined to a life in our freezer.

My Mama remembers my little girl self saying, "Someday I want to live some place where it snows. Really snows."

And now I do.
We are two days shy of Halloween and NYC is welcoming it's first snow of the season.

Well, I am welcoming it at least.
Walter, our door man, nearly cussed me as I stepped out our front door to take pictures of the beautiful white magic.
"Pssh, You and your husband love this stuff. Hrmph."
"Yes, yes we do, Walter," I replied.

My phone looks like it's celebrating the chunky flakes along with me.

Our jack-o-lantern, Fred, sits lighted on the coffee table while Justin gets a few more minutes of sleep.
I whispered to both of them, It's snowing.
Fred the Jack gave me a knowing flicker and Justin gave me a tender smile and nodded.

There is food to cook, a Halloween costume to make, laundry that won't do itself.
But for now, I'm going to sit here wearing my man's long sleeved green thermal just a little bit longer watching the sight out my window.

My Dad was right and the wish I told my Mama came true.
It's snowing in New York City.
And I am living here to see it.

Friday, October 28, 2011

Elizabeth and Molly take on Boston

 Elizabeth introduced me to some of her old Boston haunts.
Visiting a city with a friend who already knows and loves that city is magic.
Seeing the city through her eyes, with her perspective... it was a gift in itself.

We stayed downtown at the  Lenox. It was impressive and beautiful.

Elizabeth encouraged me to check out The Reading Room at Boston's public library while Everett got a little nourishment.
She knew I needed to see it... I would have been so disappointed to miss this place.

We wandered around Harvard and admired the stately buildings and the turning leaves, but decided this prestigious campus didn't have anything on our alma mater.

We stopped to purchase paperbacks at the Harvard Book Store as is Elizabeth's tradition.
I happily adopted it as my own.

What you see here is a kid in a candy shop and another one behind the camera.

We walked the streets of Beacon Hill gently moving from one topic of conversation to another.
Talking about important matters, appreciating one another's sarcasm, being fully present.
Elizabeth needed a band-aid and I had one to give her.
I needed to tell Elizabeth what a great ass she has and so I did.
Nothing forges great friendships quite like meeting first aid needs and offering sassy compliments about one's body.

We treated ourselves to a hidden gem of Boston.
She told me to order the Hot Beacon Hill Delight, a dessert coffee that will make you want to slap somebody.
That line was for you, Bridget.

I felt like I'd known her for years instead of days.
On Monday, I hugged her and her baby boy goodbye for now and told her how very much I loved her.

And I meant every word.



ps... Next time, we are taking on NYC.

Thursday, October 27, 2011

To Boston We Did Go

The night before my big blogger trip to Boston, I busted out the Crest White Strips as if the next day were my wedding.
Justin helped me finish up some swag to take on my trip while Pandora played in the background.
I wasn't nervous, but rather, giddy knowing that the next day held a grand possibility for some amazing friendships.

And here's how it all went down...

Friday night called for babies in footed pajamas and an evening in at our spacious villa.
Bridget's Parker makes an excellent pajama model.

We talked and ate and drank and laughed until late in the night.

We got all dressed up on Saturday morning for a downtown Boston adventure.
Candis' Westley and Elizabeth's Everett talking about the plans for the day.

 Shannon and Behr proved to be resilient city folk and Westley took his first train ride.

Bridget and Elizabeth rocking emo hipster eyewear.

We parked it downtown for a delicious lunch.
I am wholly impressed that mamas can eat while doing song and dance
and a host of other entertainment for babies and still be able to say,
That burger was really good or That pizza is super tastey.
I think it's a learned talent and they've got it mastered.

I love that both Candis and I are rocking the wide-open-mouth smile.
Seeing Bridget and Elizabeth's reflection makes me happy. We must have lost Shannon at this point.

I'm surprised Boston didn't crumble from the weight of sheer awesomeness of these beautiful women.


In line for Pinkberry with E and EE.

Natalie joined us for a sweet treat. She is quite lovely.
My only regret was that our visit was so short.

The babes were getting sleepy so we decided to take it back to our home for the weekend.

Here's the view again from our sunporch if you missed it yesterday.
Candis did a fantastic job finding this dreamy rental for us.

Pretty mamas and babies spinning stories through the night once more.

Everett being all sugary sweet and drooly for Auntie M's camera.

EE and Westley making plans for the next trip.
I think they are saying, Dude, we should totally get our own room next time.

I love this lady.

Candis and W were my roomies at the villa. 
We would whisper like school girls after lights out.
I loooved hearing Westley's little baby sighs and coos as I went off to sleep.
Possibly the sweetest sounds I've ever heard.

So what was my favorite part of the weekend?
Seeing Boston? Talking blog shoptalk? Dressing to impress?
Not hardly.

These women are real. They have hopes and dreams for the future.
They have family drama and mothers-in-law and worries.

We laughed together and we cried together and we dreamed together.
And that was my favorite part.
Sitting on a red couch in a villa in Boston becoming real friends with some of the most amazing women I know.

And it's not over. Elizabeth and I decided to stay an extra day. So the story continues...

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Dear NYC, I cheated on you

with every tree lined street

 with the view from our villa

with the Boston Reading Room

with the colorful Harvard campus

with pathways that begged me to walk

with the book store
with vibrant hued leaves

with the most quaint Post Office

with Boston.

I would ask you to forgive me, but I can't promise it won't happen again.

Love,
yours truly


Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Questions Answered, part 7

Hey pals. I missed you guys. I changed up the Q&A logo on you. How do you like my 'stache?
I slept as little as possible this past weekend so I wouldn't miss a single minute of my Boston trip.
I'm still catching up on my glamorous life (read: laundry + grocery shopping), but I'll share some highlights with you later this week.
Today, let's talk movies.

. . .
Q: Name your quintessential New York movie. And your quintessential southern movie.
. . .

Quintessential NYC
Jack Taylor to daughter Maggie: Maggie, when you grow up and are incredibly beautiful and intelligent and possess a certain sweetness that's... that's like a distant promise to the brave, to the worthy, could you please not beat to a pulp every miserable bastard that comes your way simply because you can? Could you not do that?

Maggie: Okay, Daddy.


Joe Fox: Brinkley is my dog. He loves the streets of New York as much as I do, although he likes to eat bits of pizza and bagels off the sidewalk and I prefer to buy them.

...

Kathleen Kelly: What will NY152 say today, I wonder. I turn on my computer. I wait impatiently as it connects. I go online, and my breath catches in my chest until I hear three little words: You've got mail. I hear nothing. Not even a sound on the streets of New York, just the beating of my own heart. I have mail. From you.

Quintessential Southern
Truvy: Laughter through tears is my favorite emotion.
...

Truvy to Clairee: This is the 80's Clairee. If you can achieve puberty, you can achieve a past.
...

Truvy: What are your colors Shelby? 
Shelby: Blush and Bashful.
M'Lynn: Her colors are pink and pink.
...

Ouiser Boudreaux: This is it, I've found it, I'm in hell.


There are so many great NYC + Southern movies, I had a hard time narrowing my list.
What are some of your favorites?



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