The Goose Is Getting Fat

And here's why:



Oh man Christmas is so tasty.

Oh, the inhumanity!

So, this morning when I dragged my sleepy behind out of bed while it was still dark out to diligently go to the gym (ok- confession: it was only still dark out because it was raining. But, it was dark nonetheless...), I was greeted with a nasty surprise:

The TV's in the gym WEREN'T WORKING. I mean we're talking absolutely nothing. Just a little (supposedly friendly) message to tell us that our service has been changed to digital and to call 1-800-Yourworkoutjustgotharder,morepainful,andextremelyboring to get a converter box.

Needless to say, it was much less fun to "run" (if you can call it that) on the elliptical machine without my morning dose of Zack Morris and the rest of the Saved By The Bell crew to cheer me on. How did I ever workout before the dawn of personal tv's at every machine... :)

do a little dance

Ladies and gentlemen- tonight was my last class EVER for this pesky old Masters degree! Holy cow! I could not be more excited. Ok, maybe I could if I was done with my Independent Study. But, mostly, I am giddy, jumping, ecstatic, gleeful- you name the cheery adjective and it probably describes me right now.

So, unless I lose my mind at some point in the future (and, should I go temporarily insane and choose to go back to school again someday, please, pleeeeease, I'm begging you- point me back to this blog and remind me of my glee today. Then ask me one more time if I really want to do that to myself again...anyways, as I was saying...), I will never have use my brain cells to pretend to create something such as a magazine or a nonprofit or a marketing plan or a strategic plan with a bunch of strangers. Should I have to do these things, I will actually be a) getting paid and/or b)care. OK- enough with the cynicism. Today is a celebration!!!!

No more grad school classes!!

Aaaaaand, I will now resume my dancing in my living room.

Ablaze

This could also be titled "The Real Reason People Live In New York." It has been the most glorious fall- crisp air; clear blue skies; red, green, brown, gold, orange, purple leaves scattered everywhere; golden light around every corner.
It has been the kind of fall that belongs in movies.

Sadly, most of this has already gone the way of the winter winds. The trees are becoming bare, preparing themselves for frost and ice, and the wind is blowing just a bit more sharply.
Instead of the smell of leaves and cinnamon in the air, there is now the unmistakable scent of winter. Of cold, and smoke, and hurry.

All there is to do now is soak up these last days of fall, because soon I will really have to stop wearing my sandals. And that is the real tragedy here.

The jury's still out on this one

In the theme of spring's slightly disconcerting "I'm wearing a shirt with a belt, and thus I don't need to wear pants" fashion trend, the new uniform of stylistas in the city seems to be a pair of extremely small (referring to both length and overall roominess, or lack there of) shorts, paired with tights and boots- of the fuzzy, clunky, or "booty" variety. Now, this is not to be confused with the other trend of the moment, which is an equally alarming desire to once again not wear pants, and instead replacing them with see-through tights. Sheer nylon does not good bum coverage make, people. But that's a blog for another day. Back to the subject at hand...

When I've seen these mavens of style strutting down the street, I've been struck with two very distinct reactions:

1. I think, oh my, how clever! These people have figured out a way bring summer into winter! And such cute shorts!
2. I think, who came up with this idea?? These people look like clowns! And even though she now has two pairs of pants (well ok, 1.5 pairs of pants- neither the teeny shorts or see-through tights can actually count as a whole pair of pants. See above.) you can still see her butt! All of it! And she looks weird! And her boots seem to have a small animal attached to them!

Love it or hate it? You Decide!

(I just can't let it go.)

Peeved.

Would you not agree- by the time you are:

A. enrolled in graduate school
B. holding down a job requiring listening and/or comprehension skills
C. over the age of 8

that you would be able to control the motor function of your mouth, the volume of your voice, and the conscious thought in your brain that all insist that your conversation is important enough to be had over the person who is actually supposed to be speaking at that moment, be it a teacher, a boss, or a building superintendent, and whether or not the person is saying something you find worthy of your (obviously) superior remarks?

Editors note: Eric just said "is this a blog or a diatribe?" Well, in the spirit of election night- You Decide.

Freak Show

Halloween 2008, NYC. Characters spotted:

Geisha. Sexy Geisha. Witch. Sexy Witch. Pink Witch. Sexy Pink Witch. Pumpkin. Woman dressed in orange that may have intended to be a pumpkin. Sexy woman dressed in orange that had no purpose. Cat. Sexy Cat. Devil. Sexy Devil. Goblin. Ghoul. Bristol Palin. Man With Green Mohawk (ok I see him every day...but still..he's a good time). Cheerleader. Sexy cheerleader. Disco king. Sexy Disco queen. Paul Staroba. French Maid. Sexy French Maid. Man dressed in underwear. (Sorry not sexy). Pocahontas. Sexy (male) Pocahontas. Russian police officer. Sexy NYC police officer. Janitor. Tin Man. Sexy Tin Man.

The list goes on. These people go CRAZY for Halloween!

But---the best costumes of the night HAD to be Eric and I---drumroll, please...


The (one and only) SEXY Chimney Sweep!


One problem, however---I think I may have done too good of a job on my enticing stare and messy hair. The irony and brilliance of my costume was completely lost on most people, who (foolishly) believed that I was among the (equally foolish) sexy girl contingent. Puh-lease.



Onto the true winner of the costume brigade. Meet...

The Sudoku Board.

Let's just say that Eric was by FAR the most popular one at the party!

Clearly, WE were the most awesome this Halloween...