Recent Review of Moleskine Weekly Planner - 201

Overall I'm really happy with this product - especially with all the random, and kind of weird, little extras they throw in (tabbed li'l book, other little book with perforated pages in different sizes, and stickers with emoticons faces). However I am always frustrated when planners and day calendars combine Saturday and Sunday into one day-space in the weekly calendar. Sure, if I don't have a lot going on some weekends, the tiny space allowed for my non-existent plans can make me feel better about myself: "See, obviously no one does anything on the weekends. Otherwise planner-manufacturers would give us more space!". However on those weekends when I actually have stuff to do, I just can't write small enough. Maybe I'll just tear out some of the little perforated pages from the one weird li'l book and attach them to my weekend days with the stickers to give me some more space.

I is Crrrazy for Headbands!

For more reasons than are worth explaining here, I have recently taken a serious shine to wearing headbands. All the time. Literally, everyday. And can't stop. Today is Day 9 in straight headband adornment. I'm impressing even myself.

This all began by some brazen band buying by my beloved broommate.* And now it's spirally out of control - some much so that I created a blog just for it.** Soon there will be character introductions posted there so that you can all get to know my headbands as well as I do.

So check it out:
HEADBANDS!!

*stands for "roommate". I was just trying to keep up the alliteration.
**this was also mostly caused by way of trying to avoid homework

Wait Until You See these Sweet Rims!

I don't usually babysit on the weekends, but this last Sunday I did. Apparently Sundays, on the Upper East Side, are Dad Day at the local playgrounds. On weekdays I typically find myself surrounded by other care-givers and moms, but this last Sunday I found myself wading through a paternal sea to get my three-and-a-half year old charge to the merry-go-round. As I stood watching him "conduct" the merry-go-round like a true engineer, I overheard the following conversation between two Sunday dads:

Dad 1: "Yeah, have you checked out this model?"
Dad 2: "No, I don't think so. What do you think of it?"
Dad 1: "Oh man, it's great. You should feel the way it handles! You wanna try it out?"
Dad 2: "Yeah, let me see. Wow! You're right! It handles like a dream!"
Dad 1: "Yeah, it's got great shocks!"

The object over which they were marvelling - a stroller. I kid you not. Only in New York.

Big City Livin'

Latest awesome things I've seen around the city:

• Graffited all over my subway train the word "Lazytown." I mean, they couldn't possibly been that lazy with writing it ALL over. Now could they?
• A tag beneath the name of a Chinese restaurant "Mmmsg.inc" For serious.
  
• A Panera (aka St. Louis Bread Co.) that delivers! I realize that I don't really like their sandwiches anymore, but still!
  
• Gatherers trying to win my support for Harvey Dent in the coming election. I think that's probably not a great idea - but it does sum up my general feelings or politicians.
• A place where they give you free pizza for every beer followed by a place with a free shot of whiskey for every beer! Can we say my ideal spring break hangouts?"
• The "He United the States of America" tagline for the John Adams mini-serious. Just say it in the movie-voice.
  
• A man smoking a crayon and apparently offering the other crayons to ladies at the bar. And this man contacted me on Okcupid. Do I win or what?
  
• Goats riding miniature ponies. Need I say more? I didn't think so.
  

'Dear John' Blog

I've strung you along too long with empty promises and hollow words. Perhaps you were right all along, and I have been trying to push you away. You are young and so special that you should be out there reading other blogs - other blogs that are more responsive and attentive to your needs. Right now, with grad school and work, I just can't be the blog you deserve. And for that, I am truly sorry.

Don't worry, this isn't "goodbye", I will still be here, posting from time to time so if you want to check in every now and then, it would be good to hear from you and to find out how you are doing. I just don't want you to be waiting for me to be the reliable, caring, emotionally-available blog that you need right now. Please know that I do want to be that blog for you, and I have tried. I just don't think that it's in the cards right now.

I still care for you, and I always will. And maybe, some day, down the road, when we are both in a different place - maybe we will come back together and everything will be different. But until then, know that you are worth better than I can offer you.

And remember, we'll always have Jokestown.

OH MY GOD!!!

The Giants just won the Superbowl.


Did you hear me??? I said that the Giants just won the Superbowl! It's the craziest!

I adopted the team as my own before I moved to New York because I think that Team Manning is the cutest and I love their story. And then they beat the Patriots and that jerk Tom Brady who doesn't love his baby.

I can't believe it. It's the craziest. I even said during the fourth quarter that it shouldn't be this stressful. I expected the Giants to be done by that and yet, they WON!?

Unbelievable. And Eli escaped the sack and completed the pass!!! Did you see that!? Did you yell like I did?! I mean, COME ON?!

Best time ever.

Kim & Amanda Go 'Splorin' (Part 2)

Well, as it turns out, River was already dating a delta, a confluence, and Tara Reid. So, obviously, that didn't work out. Kim and I were both fairly depressed but decided that we had to move on. We symbolized this bold step forward by creating a miniature replica of River and crushing it under our proverbial "Island o' Love."

"Take that, River!"

"I'm really proverbially squashing you, River!"





Burying our pain deep within, we opted to become cat ladies. Still wanting to keep those close to us at arm's length, we chose a cat with well-defined barriers.


But again we had fallen in love with the same person. And we all know what that spells: T-R-O-U-B-L-E.

(to be continued. . .)