Archive for November, 2009

Over the holiday, in between picking up the turkey and baking pies, I had the opportunity to visit my mom at work. I haven’t had a chance to visit since she started her still-fairly-new job at one of the retirement homes in the area.

Excuse me: not retirement, Senior Living Community.

But really, even that’s a misnomer. “Senior Living Community” sounds kind of old and boring. And this place was anything but.

The facility itself is beautiful. As soon as you walk in the doors, you’re in a cozy, homey lobby – where several of the residents regularly hang out. Continue on the tour, and you find yourself at the in-house salon, which just so happens to be on the same floor as the fitness center. (And the fitness center, by the way, rivals the one in my office building. In fact, if I’m being honest, I think it’s even better.)

Between the salon and the gym? Why, there’s the movie theater, of course:

Please excuse the quality. Camera phone, you know.

Next showing, La Vie en Rose, according to the Netflix sleeve I found.

On that same floor, you know, just in case the previously mentioned rooms aren’t enough for you, there’s also a library and an art studio. And maybe it’s just because the best I can do is paint by numbers, but I was very impressed with the skills of some of these residents.

One lady even uses a loom!

I can only hope that 1) when I’m that old I’ll still be active enough to enjoy those amenities, and 2) that I’ll even have amenities like that in the first place.

Or maybe just the loom. I bet that could keep me occupied for hours.

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…but after watching this, I couldn’t not post it. Thanks Daily Dish.

Happy Thanksgiving!

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At this point last year, I was stressing going back to Philly for my five year high school reunion. Who did I want to see?  Who would I have to avoid? And was there enough alcohol available to get me through the whole thing?

Today, though, as I head back, I’m thinking much more about what I’m looking forward to, than what I’m not.

  • I’m looking forward to pie duty. Every year during Thanksgiving dinner, I help around the kitchen, but my biggest responsibility is making the pies – pumpkin and pecan, naturally.
  • I’m looking forward to Black Friday. Yes, it’s gotten a little ridiculous with sales starting at midnight (whatever happened to the good old fashioned 4am start?), but it’s still tradition. So I will drag myself to the outlets at an ungodly hour, and do my part in stimulating this economy. Even though the crowds are terrifying.
  • I’m looking forward to running my first race with my entire family. We’ll be doing a 5k in the area, that not only promises appearances from the “Jogging Turkey” and Santa Claus, but also helps raise money for the school near which it’s being held.
  • I’m looking forward to brunch with my high school girlfriends. I usually only see them over the holidays (though, that might be changing soon – I’m sensing a whole lot of weddings coming up), but we always pick up right where we left off.

I’m unfortunately not looking forward to the extended family we’ll have over on Thanksgiving day, but hey, nothing’s perfect.

And that’s what bottles of wine are for.

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Nearly six and a half years ago, I was anxiously awaiting an essential piece of information from the university I’d be attending in the fall. It wasn’t a course schedule or orientation information. Oh no, it was much more important than that. I was waiting for my roommate assignment.

I was nervous, to say the least, after all the roommate horror stories I’d heard, plus my lack of confidence that the roommate questionnaire was really capable of pairing me with an appropriate match.

But, after all that worrying, and imagining the worst possible scenarios, something ended up going very, very right. Jus and I clicked instantly.

First week (maybe the first day?) of orientation. So young...

None of the roommate tales I’d heard would have had me predicting that we’d live together all four years of college, but that’s exactly what happened. And while those four years provided us with oh-so-many stories (at least one of which I shared), there’s one story from freshman year that proved early on what a good (and tolerant) roommate Jus was:

Some of the details are a bit fuzzy. The night had been a celebration of accepting my sorority bid, and therefore, an initiation of sorts had taken place. A very good, and very strong, friend had carried me a good part of the way back home, and had even called Jus to let her know we were coming. They both put me into bed and figured that was that.

Except, I must have gotten up to use the bathroom at some point in the middle of the night, and when I walked back into the dark room, I could see Jus asleep in her bed, and (what I thought was) someone asleep in mine. (Turns out, it was just the way the comforter was positioned…who knew?)

So, thinking that my bed was taken, I made the only logical choice. I crawled into bed with Jus and proceeded to spoon with her for the rest of the night. She didn’t kick me out. She didn’t wake me up. She just nudged over a little bit to make room for me. And when we woke up in the morning, and I realized that there wasn’t, in fact, anyone in my bed, she just said, “Yeah, I wasn’t really sure why you got in bed with me, but I wasn’t too worried about it.

She’s clearly the best. And today is her birthday.

So happy birthday, Jus! I hope you celebrated well this weekend.

And maybe even did a little spooning.

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(678): while 90% of the female population goes to worship a fictional character tonight at midnight, I will be taking advantage of having the bars ALL TO MYSELF.

I guess that means it’s finally time for the new Twilight movie, doesn’t it? New Moon?

I know that some people have been counting down to this. They feel the same way about Twilight as I do about Harry Potter. Except slightly more rabid. (Them, not me.) But I have a hard time getting behind the Twilight phenomenon.

[Full disclosure: I haven’t read any of the Twilight books. I know that they’re a fast read. I know they’re supposed to be better than the movies. I think there’s a part of me that’s actually afraid of liking them. So I’m abstaining all together.]

Anyway, because I haven’t read any of the books, my opinion of the series is based on the movie. Because, yes, I did see the first one. I love a good teen angst story as much as the next girl. I’ve thought Robert Pattinson was attractive ever since I saw him as Cedric Diggory.

So I allowed a couple coworkers to convince me to go to the theater.

That’s two hours of my life that I’ll never get back.

For the first half of the movie, I was actually laughing out loud. (It was not supposed to be a comedy.)

For the second half, I was cringing because the awkwardness was just so palpable. And yes, teens are awkward, but it felt like awkward acting, as opposed to awkward adolescence.

But then, months later when the DVD was coming out, and I saw the previews on TV again, I found myself thinking: hm, maybe it wasn’t as bad as I remember…

Wait, what?! Where did that even come from? Talk about your selective memory…

I’ve now found myself doing it again with New Moon. I know that I don’t actually want to see it. I didn’t enjoy the first one, why would I put myself through the second?

But still, some of the trailers seem appealing…

And that’s exactly how I got sucked in the first time.

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I have a crush.

A completely harmless, totally school-girl, 100% academic crush.

I’ve always found intelligence sexy – particularly when combined with passion. And I feel that you can tell by a person’s tone and face whether it’s true interest in whatever they’re talking about, or whether they’re just trying to impress you.

(I once had a guy try to impress me by reciting Pi out to 15 or so decimal places. It is a feat, don’t get me wrong, but it’s not going to get me to go home with you.)

And so, in any case, while I’ve consistently looked for those traits in the gentlemen that I date, to varying degrees of success, I’ve been surprised that I never had that “professor crush.” I had several friends in college who were crushing on their professors or TAs. And some of the more ambitious even managed to turn fantasy into reality. But it was never my thing.

Until now.

No, I’m not back in school yet; I’m not taking any classes. But the current project on my plate at the office has me working side by side with one of the most intelligent men I’ve ever met.

The Professor knows the project subject inside and out – and truly loves it. When I go into his office for meetings, I don’t even notice the time slipping by as one conversation topic seamlessly leads to another. He encourages my questions, without making me feel like an idiot for not knowing. He respects, listens to, and wants my opinion, even though I’m the farthest thing from an expert in this field.

And yet, even as I write this, I realize that I don’t actually have a crush on him, per se.

Just his mind.

Which is probably a good thing. Lack of a full crush makes working together a lot less awkward.

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Today is shaping up to be annoyingly busy, but I found these little gems the other day and wanted to share (originally from TMZ). I know they’ve been around for a bit now, but they still make me smile.

Particularly these few:

This really makes me wonder if muppets aren't actually based on real people...

The resemblance is uncanny

Now, truth be told, this last one kind of makes me sad. You see, Rizzo was one of my favorite muppets – mostly due to his role in the classic The Muppet Christmas Carol. But now, if I can’t see him without thinking of Ron Jeremy, the movie may be ruined.

Only time will tell.

So who’s your favorite muppet?

And, if you made your own photo like the ones above, who would you consider to be your muppet doppelgänger?

I’m still considering that one.

*I love it when Wiki has the answer: “The word “Muppet” itself was said by Henson to have been created by combining the words “Marionette” and “puppet”; however, Henson was also known to have stated that it was just something he liked the sound of, and he made up the “marionette/puppet” story while talking to a journalist because it sounded plausible.”

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I made a startling discovery the other night, as I sorted through various CD cases that I had tucked away amids the DVDs in my TV stand. I was looking for one of my John Mayer CDs (judge if you must, but I love him – particularly Room for Squares) when I found a relic from my middle school years.

Yeah. I own that CD.

So, of course, I couldn’t not listen to it after finding it – I thought I’d lost it years ago.

But the startling discovery wasn’t that I found it (or even that I had it in the first place, please), but that I still know all the words to every song.

How is it that I can’t remember details from my contemporary politics classes in college (which I enjoyed, mind you), but I know all the words to Miami?

Or, that I have trouble remembering if I’ve worn the same outfit within a two-week period, but I can sing (and dance to) Men in Black?

Or, that I can only recite about three full sentences from my years of Chinese tutoring, but Gettin’ Jiggy Wit It is etched in my brain?

I feel like these lyrics are taking up valuable memory space that could be used for something far more relevant. I can practically guarantee that I will never go on a job interview and be asked to rap anything, let alone a Will Smith song.

So I’d like to do a little switching up. Sub out Will Smith and sub in…I don’t know, something else that will actually help me in life.

Or, really, anything that doesn’t have me singing na na na na na na na.

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I did not sleep well last night.

Saturday, I spent a very lazy day catching up on TV shows, and watching movies. And, because one movie isn’t enough, a friend suggested we also watch Paranormal Activity.

(Just to give you an idea, if you’re not already familiar with the film.)

He’d recently seen it in the theater, knew that the premise freaked me out, but convinced me that it would be better to watch it during the day, online, with company, so as to lessen the fear factor.

That was a good idea – in theory.

But by the time we finished the movie, it was dark out and I was hearing strange noises from every which way. So I went out that night, determined to take my mind off things, and hoping that a few drinks would help me fall asleep.


I figured the first night after would be the hardest, so I wasn’t particularly concerned when I got in bed last night. But oh.my.god.

I couldn’t close my eyes, because I kept seeing images from the movie.

I heard little noises coming from my dishwasher, some of which I’d heard before, but then others that I never had.

I heard knocking, and tapping, and footsteps. And creaking, and humming, and whirring.

I don’t know how I finally fell asleep, but I did not sleep well. Frankly, even thinking about certain parts now still gives me chills.

And even as someone who enjoys scary/eerie movies, I’m just so thankful that I didn’t see this in the theater.

If I had, I’d doubt I’d be able to fall asleep at all.

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All I can say is thank GOD it’s finally Friday. This week, while busy, felt like it took forever to go by. I’m hoping that the hours until the weekend go significantly faster, but I won’t hold my breath.

In the meantime, I’m leaving you with this song that I can’t get out of my head. It was running through there as I fell asleep last night, again when I woke up, and the whole way to work this morning – even as I listened to other songs on my iPod. I don’t know if that means it’s really good, or I’m just in a rut. But either way, here you go:


(You can listen to the original version here, but the acoustic has really grown on me.)

Happy Friday the 13th! Anyone superstitious?

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