Friday, September 29, 2006

My Birthday...

Yesterday was my birthday, which was one of the WORST I've ever had with the exception of a few things and some special people. Instead of dwelling on the negative, I've decided to share the ten items for which I am most thankful regarding yesterday:

1) Meg's Birthday email.
2) Beth's Birthday telephone calls.
3) The Crazy Cat Lady Action Figure
4) Amanda and her mixed cds.
5) Lindsay, Andrew, Mary Martha, and Allison. Thank you for celebrating with me!
6) All the VPs singing "Happy Birthday" to me at work.
7) Champagne
8) Finding a great new venue to hang out at.
9) Receiving five voicemails and a bunch of text message today (Better late than never.)
10) Not being arrested last night when I got pulled over by the Scarborogh Police at 1 a.m. while driving home from the bar.

I composed most of this list last night when I got home in an attempt not to lose perspective. I'm hoping the actual birthday party is tremendously better. But until then, thank you to everyone who wrote, called, and celebrated with me yesterday. I greatly ppreciate it. (If you want more details on the disasters, please feel free to inquire via email.)

Thursday, September 28, 2006

"HOPE IS PUTTING FAITH TO WORK WHEN DOUBTING WOULD BE EASIER."
- Anonymous

Wednesday, September 27, 2006

"Over the Tavern" by Tom Dudzik

Last night was the opening night of the new season at the city's theater. MMG and I excitedly began our adventures to the Stage Company to see "Over the Tavern." The show was absolutely hysterical and probably the best one I've seen performed there. The cast was phenomenal. Each character naturally interacted and played on the others as if they really were the Catholic Polish family about which the play was. Set in New York in the 1950s, the family explores the idea of what it means to be Catholic through their third child, Rudolph, who was played by an astoundingly talented young man. The story was excellent, the characters were amazing and despite being a preview night, the show was lovely. The eclectic group of family members realistically portrayed what it is like to belong to the stereo typical Catholic family and the Nun in the play reminded me of a character from "Sister Act." It was a hearty show with a very real and touching point. I highly recommend it to everyone. You will not be disappointed by the story, characters or the antics. It's just too funny to miss.

And it's only 9:15 a.m.....

For some reason, the last two days have involved events rivalling the hysterics in an "I love Lucy" show. For starters, I received a package yesterday that caused me to have a laughing episode so severe, a lady came up to me to ask if I was ok. I showed her my "Crazy Cat Lady" action figure, wiped my eyes, and told her I was great then went off to work. Next was a play I saw about which I'll comment later. The rest of the comedy is provided by the lovely Miss Erin...

A DAY IN THE LIFE OF ERIN:

Upon waking she was greeted by the lovely Princess Emily who so independently wants to do everything herself, yet, dependently clings to Erin like duct tape on a very dry knee. It's a good thing she's adorable, otherwise, Beastly would be sent away. Next is Oscar the grouch posing as her son Ryan who vehemently refuses to get dressed for school. All the while growling and scowling as if he is a fat kid and someone is trying to steal his last twinkie. After a struggle, Erin finally has the children dressed and ready for the day. She looks forward to a peaceful and relaxing day off until she drops Ryan off at school. Ryan is getting settled in when the new African-American boy arrives. Upon seeing the child, Ryan freaks out and tells his mother he wants to go home. She is baffled by his behavior and asks him why. As only a child could, he tells her he is scared of the "way he looks" and points to the new boy. Erin is mortified and completely astonished. She consoles Ryan, tells him it is ok and then leaves and immediately calls her roommate to ask, "What do you do when your child doesn't want to go to school because he's scared of the little black boy?" After mulling over the topic, she rationally decides "I think I need to get some books." The girls agree to go to two different libraries to gather a selection of "diverse" children's books in order to give Ryan a little culture.

Erin returns home slightly distraught but eager to enjoy the rest of her day, which would have happened had the sheriff not showed up just in time to catch her getting ready to go to the gym. She sheepishly opens the door convinced he's come to arrest her for her unpaid speeding ticket. Emily runs screaming into the other room as he delivers a summons to Erin. Luckily, it's only for the foreclosure on her ex-husband's house since he was too smart to just sell it after the divorce. Erin calls the lawyer for information and happily discovers she had nothing to worry about. She thinks to herself...It's only 9:15.

Tuesday, September 26, 2006

Congratulations

I would like to congratulate John and Jen on the birth of their first child, a lovely baby boy. How exciting! Best of luck to him and the two of you. Knowing John, it should be HIGHLY entertaining hearing all about his parenting episodes. I can't wait!

Monday, September 25, 2006

A glimpse into my private girly world...

For the most part, I would not consider myself a "girly girl." While I do love to cook, paint my toes, and do the laundry, I am far too logical for the rest of the commercialized garbage most girls find fascinating. However, all of this is thrown out the window when I visit my grandmother and my great grandmother. For some reason, they bring out the domestic homemaker I would have been had I been born in a different era. While sitting at grammy's small kitchen table in her very pink and orange 1970's kitchen adorned with cat hand towels, I cannot help but find the family gossip riveting, the small trinkets astonishing, and the stories hysterical. Being privy to their world is a privilege, which I soak up each and every time I visit.

My most recent encounter occurred on Saturday to celebrate my Nana's 65th birthday. I trekked the 200 plus miles north straight through the entire state to see her. I never regret this time with her and my Grammy (my great great grandmother who is 82). Despite their ages, these two women are more lively than most of my friends' parents. Every time I sit at the table with them, I see more and more of myself in these women, which always provokes the thought: "Yes, I belong to this family, despite all the craziness."

As the years pass by, I am reminded one day I will not be able to sit on my great great grandmother's porch with my Nana, and I will not be able to listen to my great grandmother make a mockery out of one of my cousin's current musings nor will I be able to play beano with her and "the girls" on a Saturday night. My only solace will lie in my memories and the items passed down to me: Nana's 1963 first edition Betty Crocker "Cooky Book" with all her notes scribbled neatly all over, the purple and silver China showcased in the hutch that belonged to my great great grandmother, and the beloved library featuring first editions from the 1800s as well as hundreds of pictures. These items will mean nothing to anyone else, but I'll cherish each and every one for the thoughts I have when I glance at the cover of a novel, sip tea from a small purple cup, or bake cookies for the holidays. In these moments, I bask in the feminine warmth they shine on me. I gratefully, humbly, and happily play the grand daughter in their matriarchal dance. To them, I'll always be the little curly girl smiling a mischievously dimpled smile as I serve tea to the cat, who is also dressed in purple. And they will forever be my favorite little old ladies who can't cook, but could make jokes and memories better than anyone I know.

FREEDOM

"There is only one success - to be able to spend your life in your own way."
- Christopher Morley

Friday, September 22, 2006

Banned Book Week


The week of September 23 through September 30 is Banned Book Week. Please celebrate your right to read and the Freedom of Speech by choosing a banned book. For
recommendations,
go to:

http://books.google.com/googlebooks/banned/

Happy Reading!

P.S. On google's blogspot from 9/12, there is more information.

Thursday, September 21, 2006

Scary Statistics...

This week's issue of BusinessWeek magazine had a startling tidbit:

"What's really propping up the Economy...

Health Care has added 1.7 million jobs since 2001. The REST of the private sector?
NONE."

Add a little inflation, sprinkle on a expanding astronomical national debt due to a war over half the country did not want, throw a cherry of blatant consumer illiteracy and stupidity on top to form a wonderful picture of the world to come: Some seriously bad indigestion. What is it going to take for people to change? (I don't mean to sound like John Mayer, but he has a point.)

Wednesday, September 20, 2006

About Last Night

Last night, I took the train to Boston to attend a Villanova Alumni Function honoring the new President of the University, Father Donahue. The adventure started when I arrived with only ten minutes until my train departed to find all the parking lots full. Luckily, I work for the company that owns the hotel next to the train station, so I parked there and sprinted to the tracks with 5 minutes to spare. Unfortunately, I discovered I forgot my ID in the car while in line to board. With a cheering crowd of gentlemen, I sprinted (in a business suit) to my car again to get the ID. I made it back just in time to jump on the train. At this point, I'm disgusting and distressed. I have the feeling this is not going to be the smooth and fun evening I anticipated. Needless to say, I was right...

I plopped down in a seat in an empty section where I could quietly read and fan myself. Two minutes after I sat down, the gentlemen who were cheering me on sat down in front of me. My immediate reaction was to get up to move so I could read, however, I was too tired so I stayed. Of course I was eventually brought into their conversation, which was fine with me, as these guys were highly entertaining. (For the record, two of the men were a father and father-in-law of the other three). Turns out they were heading to a Red Sox game and had an extra ticket they were willing to give me. I seriously contemplated it, but declined. After awhile, the conversation took a turn to my love life. One of the dads asked me if I had a boyfriend because he had a son in Phoenix for whom I would be "perfect". He proceeded to telephone his son so he could talk to me. The poor boy was extremely embarrassed by his father and advised me to move to another section of the train so they would stop harassing me. I would like to say I took his advice but I didn't. Marty (Phoenix boy's dad) and Uncle Allan were too funny to go sit by myself. Once the phone calls were completed, the men started taking pictures of me with their camera phones. Talk about a hysterical sight for these 50 year old men could not use their phones. Allan sat in the seat next to me to take a picture to email to his wife of 40 years and Marty took the picture to send to his son. Turns out Allan and I were in Avalon the same weekend and we both had been to England recently. Small world. Thankfully, we arrived at North Station a few minutes after this debacle. I was beginning to fear I was destined for an arranged marriage or a drunken Red Sox game with "grand dad." Despite the valuable experience and wild entertainment, I was ready to eat, drink and be merry without the entourage.

I took the "T" to meet Meg at her house in Cambridge where I met her new roommate, Claudia, and saw her new residence. It is a strange thing to walk into another's apartment to see familiar artifacts that once adorned your own former maison. All of it just made me miss my old roommate. After the tour and introductions, we headed to the event at the Westin in Copley Plaza. Armed with our flip flops in a bag, we entered the event only to find out we missed the entire open bar hour, which they failed to mention in the email confirmation. Had I known there were time constraints, I would have moved a little faster. You can image how very disappointing this was however, the food was still available. We ravenously scoured the room to assess the options then went to town on the wonderful Italian delights offered. During this charade, I was speaking to Meg with a piece of bread in my hand when a tall man with Einstein hair walked by and grabbed the piece of bread from me, took an ENORMOUS bite, proclaimed it was delicious and then set it back down on my plate. I have no idea who this strange man was and I'd like to say I "accidentally" dropped my plate of pasta on his suit after, but I was so shocked by his behaviour I just stood there dumbfounded and speechless (a very, very rare occasion renders me speechless). Meg asked me if I knew him to which I answered no. I had no clue who he was. He disappeared into the crowd before I could say or do anything. Then, all of a sudden the lights started dimming to indicate it was time to move into the ballroom for the presentation. A dilemma arouse because we were really looking forward to a few cocktails yet, we agreed to go see 15 minutes of the presentation then sneak off to a bar. The ballroom was jam packed forcing us to stand at the back wall, which just made our escape much easier, one would think. Once the speeches started, the President of all Alumni Associations started giving out individual thanks and praise to people. The last person he mentioned was his unsung hero and assistant Mary, thereby pointing to the back of the room in the direction of me and Meg. In turn, the ENTIRE room of people turned around to look at the two of us and clap. Meanwhile, I'm looking around the room for Mary when Meg elbows me to say they are staring at us. Oh crap, they think Mary is one of us. Of course we look ridiculous and confused while 300 people clap to recognize one of us as "Mary." On two more occasions, the crowd was directed to the back of the room to clap for people directly next to and in front of us. So much for us trying to escape nonchalantly (And, poor Mary). We paid our dues long enough to hear Father Donahue's opening paragraphs until the need for different scenery called Meg to the "bathroom." I counted to 75 then followed. We made it out safely without calling attention to ourselves. Finally, we stumbled freely into the warm rainy night to look for a place to socialize privately. Since neither of us was familiar with the Plaza area, we sought a recommendation from a gentleman standing outside the hotel. He directed us to a swanky establishment around the corner. We took his advice and happily gallivanted off into the night...

Tuesday, September 19, 2006

Saturday Nights at the Beach

Saturday night, I had the luxury of going to a gathering at one of the best beaches in the state. The night was gorgeous and clear, which allowed all the stars to sparkle brightly. The air was cool and crisp with a hint of fall slightly canvasing the lingering summer breeze. We had a bonfire, smores, and great Lithuania beer in Matt's honor. (You really do need to come back to visit soon). I firmly believe everyone should spend at least one summer making bonfires at the beach. It's imperative to your soul's well-being. Surround yourself with your best buddies, gather the drift wood, snacks, drinks and start the fire. (Don't forget the permit.) Nights like those make me very grateful for my friends. Get to a shore or beach before it gets too cold!

Monday, September 18, 2006

Watch out for the cute ones!




I'm pretty sure this is some form of Mom bribery with which I am not yet familar. However, I think it works. Looks like I'll be making a trip to California soon...

Congratulations!

I would just like to take a moment to Congratulate my friend Nick for getting engaged. What a lucky lady she is for Nick is the best! I wish you both the best of luck.

I would also like to Congratulate Taja and Peter for the birth of their first son. How super exciting. I'm sure the two of you will make wonderful parents.

Salut to you all!

"The Last Kiss"



I am not sure how I felt about this movie. I would say technically and artfully, it was done well. However, I did not like the content and felt it was a little too cliched. I left the theater feeling slightly bothered and uneasy. Not to mention my friend Andrew and I laughed inappropriately throughout the entire film, which provoked glaring from fellow film goers upon departing. I do have to say the cast was great, especially Jacinda Barrett. I would not see the movie again nor would I tell anyone to run out to see it, yet overall, I think it was a good film.

Friday, September 15, 2006

How NOT to hit on a girl...

For the first time since Matty's birthday (WELCOME HOME MATT!), I ventured to the bar. Not just any bar, but the one with the local bluegrass band on Thursdays. It's the place to be. MMG and I went to listen to the music, throw some darts and catch up, as it had been too long since we've seen each other. (Oh and there's a hot Greek boy who is nice to look at, but unfortunately, that is all.) This time, my sister joined us.

The bar is located in the basement of a restaurant/hotel resembling a castle set on the main drag. It's rustic and the old lady who runs the place is stern yet funny. We paid our cover then meandered to the bar to get our drinks and the darts. Once established in the corner where the dart board was, we settled teams and began a game. Of course in the middle of the game, my sister was off to bigger and better pastures. Therefore, we relinquished the darts to claim a spot near the bar. As soon as we settled in, a young man approached us. He inquired about the "beautiful" girl who just left us. I laughed and told him she was my sister. The three of us settled into casual conversation, which was interesting until he said, "It must have been difficult growing up with a sister that beautiful." Trying to be polite without telling him my sister is not your type and she is what we'd call an "ugly duckling" turned swan who happens to be a model now, so please get in line buddy, I just chuckled and changed the subject. We chatted for a bit longer, mainly about martial arts in which he seemed eagerly interested in a creepy sort of way, until MMG and I were ready for different scenery. Not to mention Mary Martha was tired of fighting the civil war with an older man who brought it up at the bar upon hearing her accent (She's from Alabama).

AN ASIDE: A southern accent should NOT bring up thoughts about the Civil War, as it was over about 140 years ago.

Upon exiting the building, the boy in love with my sister asked me for my number because he thought after our conversation, I was "more beautiful than my sister." Right. I hope he did not see me roll my eyes. Wouldn't it have been easier just to ask me for her number? One would think. PLEASE, PLEASE Boys, DO NOT DO THIS. For a plethora of hopefully obvious reasons, this does not work on either girl, especially siblings.

Thursday, September 14, 2006

Fish and Chips

On my culinary endeavors, I recently explored Fish and Chips. WOW, it was good so I thought I'd share the recipe.

1 lb cod fillets
flour
egg
milk
butter
1 cup cornflakes
paprika
red pepper flakes


potatoes
salt
pepper
extra virgin olive oil

Preheat Oven to 400-425.
Where I come from, we get the potatoes from "the County", but you can use which ever potatoes you like. Cut up the desired amount into wedges. Salt, pepper and "EVOO" them. Set them on a baking sheet flat. Once the oven is preheated, pop them in for half an hour.

In a bowl, mix one egg with a little bit of milk (2 to 3 tablespoons). Set aside. Pour some flour on a plate. In another bowl, mix 1 cup of cornflakes, 2-3 tablespoons of melted butter, some paprika and some red pepper flakes (amount depends on what you like). Set the bowl aside. Line up the flour, egg mixture and cornflake bowls in that order. Cut the fillets into strips. The size depends on what you'd like them to look like. Use one hand to coat them in flour then drop them in the egg mixture. With the other hand, remove the fish from the egg then dip and cover the strips in cornflakes (it makes a mess if you don't watch your hands). Place the strips on a baking sheet.

Once the potatoes have cooked for a half hour, add the fish to the oven for 15 minutes. Both should be slightly crispy when removed. Serve warm with tartar sauce, mustard, ketchup, ranch, or whatever dipping sauce you prefer.

Wednesday, September 13, 2006

Does anyone else find this disturbing?



Picture courtesy of the Australian Zoo. I love the crocodile hunter as much as the rest of the nature lovers, but killing the stingrays as revenge? That is a little much don't you think?

Monday, September 11, 2006

September 11



"Tribute to her mother...Patricia Smith at the ground zero ceremony on the anniversary of her mother's death yesterday. Moira Smith was a police officer killed in the line of duty. Photo: Reuters/Spencer Platt"

Because I was in NYC on 9/10/2001, I felt entitled to remark on the events occurring the day after. However, upon reading this article, I humbly doubt anything I have to say compares to anything this little girl could whisper.

Thursday, September 07, 2006

Wednesday, September 06, 2006

Speaking of skepticism: I do not trust anyone who does not like peanut butter. (Of course allergies excused.) Don't ask why because I have no rational reason for it.

Tuesday, September 05, 2006

My love of the Montvale Plaza...

My drive home spans seven states, 400 miles, and usually seven hours. Arriving and departing opens a flood gate of thoughts and feelings. I have to admit last night did not differ from any other trip with the exception of my experience at the Montvale Plaza station - the usual stop on my pilgrimages.

Of course the little travel mart was closed so I could not get a drink and a snack to get me through until Charlton Plaza (the best one on the route). I had to settle for Burger King, which did not make me happy. However, I made the best of it and grabbed one of the few edible looking items and the most difficult to mess up, chicken tenders, as well as a small soda to keep me awake for the remainder of the drive. As a rule, I do not like soda nor do I drink it, but I was in for a long night, and I did not have options. I pointed to the cup I wanted, only to be denied by the lady at the counter. She told me I could not get that size and it was too much money to waste on such little soda so I should get the bigger size. I told her it was not about the money but the AMOUNT of soda in the cup. I would happily pay for the larger size but only wanted it poured into the smaller cup. I had no argument about money with this lady. What was I supposed to say without sounding like a complete jackass? She just did not understand why I would want to pay the same amount for less soda so I gave up the battle by opted not to get any at all. I was sure there was a WAWA off an exit nearby where I could get what I actually wanted to drink. I was questioning my ability to understand the fast food world when the lady (Cledine was her name) brought me a little cup. This sweet and friendly lady chased me down on the way out of the Plaza to give me a soda. I was greatly humbled and thanked her. She refused to take any money and told me she did not think it was fair to charge me more for the soda when I was getting less. I wished her a good night and headed over to Dunkin Donuts. For some reason, I cannot eat their donuts, but I'm known from time to time to get two munchkins. Yes only two. I went to the counter, placed my order and low and behold, she (Geoges) gave them to me for free. I was shocked at my luck for the evening. With these random acts of kindness in hand, I skipped to my car knowing the ride home was going to be a good one thanks to the wonderful ladies at the Montvale Plaza.

Labor Day Weekend - Monday

I would like to take a moment to lament the death of the Crocodile Hunter and my new found obsession with America's Top Chef. May he rest in peace and may my obsession find a similar abrupt end. I don't know what it is about the marathon that draws me in, but I could not help myself. The beckoning of the sunshine finally convinced us to pry ourselves off the couch to lounge down at the beach. It turned out to be a gorgeous day. My arms feel like they are on fire because it did not occur to me to put sunscreen on anywhere but my face. A small price to pay for being one with nature. Is there anything better than spending a day on the beach reading a book?

I was sad to leave Beth and her family. I had such a great weekend. As usual, my bag was stuffed with small tokens: a wine glass, books, magazines, food, and drinks (sometimes I end up with a pair of earrings, lotions and potions, etc. usually anything I compliment. Mrs. B cracks me up. I'm grateful for her never ending optimism and generosity). It's almost like Christmas when I leave. The holiday ended with a decision on what we will wear to the Halloween party next month and what the two of us think are the only important things in life you need:

food...wine...books...music...a great bed...and of course best friends.

I can't wait until Halloween. Oh and there's Homecoming for which to look forward...I am counting the days.

Labor Day Weekend - Sunday

Despite nature, we were determined to enjoy the last weekend of summer. With high hopes and our sights on the horizon, we ventured to Avalon, NJ for some time at the beach. We luckily missed the hurricane weather. The sun broke through the clouds as soon as we arrived. Beth and I took advantage of the pleasant weather by pulling out the bikes to leisurely ride through the expansive and mostly deserted streets. I love the streets there. They are unusually wide and perfectly manicured, therefore, easily navigated on a bike.

Shortly after our adventure, we settled onto the sun deck to read. Beth's mom joined us with a bottle of wine and the most beautifully decorated wine glasses I've seen. Her mother told us stories about her younger days, which were hysterical. However, they came to an abrupt end when happy hour was to begin, which is conducted downstairs on the porch. Mrs. B takes happy hour seriously and it's probably the best around. Happy hour was followed by burgers, hot dogs, corn (and corn taste tests) and the typical summer food for which we will all long until it's we can start our grills again next spring. All I have to say is, "Did you see those butterflies?"

Of course we ate too much. It required no effort to settle in to watch a marathon of Laguna Beach on MTV. Yes, I admit it. I watched Laguna Beach until Law and Order Criminal Intent came on. For some reason, Beth and I have a habit of getting attacked by the TV when we are together. I don't even have a tv at home. The only time I resort to the contraption is when I am sad (then I let Law and Order marathons appease me) or when I'm with Beth. The only reason we left the couches was for ice cream. I completely justified my behavior with the book I read during commercials (Of course I finished it, too thereby decreasing my guilt for being so lazy). We did move to the couches upstairs after ice cream. This is when, to Beth's complete shock, I professed my undying love for Vincent D'Onofrio. Yes, I would have his babies in a heart beat. I have no idea why this shocks people. Needless to say, another great night.

P.S. Courtesy of Sargent George with the Delaware Port Authority for the State of New Jersey police department, Beth is now accepting donations to pay for her "AIR BETH" experiment on the way to the shore. I think our excitement got the best of the pedal. Checks can be made payable to her and sent to her home in Pennsylvania. This was the highlight of our weekend. However, I will refrain from antagonizing, as Mr. B has that under control.

Little Miss Sunshine

This movie was the funniest movie I have ever seen. I can honestly say that without wincing. I laughed hysterically through the entire movie. It was well written, the actors were played their characters well, and there were surprises in even the most avid movie goers would not expect. What a great movie. I would go see this again in the theater and I NEVER do that. Please, do yourselves a favor and go tonight.

Labor Day Weekend - Saturday

Visiting the Biedryzcki's house is the equivalent of being the queen at Windsor Castle. Every time I stay or visit Bethy's family, I feel like royalty. It is the epitome of spoiled rotten. The greeting alone is enough to humble Henry the 8th. I think Mrs. B is my most favorite mother of all the mothers. She sure knows how to make a girl feel like a princess. We were served the most awesome blueberry pancakes ever for breakfast (Eating is always the first priority. Nothing else matters.) Of course the entire day revolved around food. The farmer's markets are always a priority on the days they are opened. Once we recovered, we made our rounds and then headed to the movies due to the heavy rains. I'll comment on the movie later. Of course after the movie, it was time for dinner...

We headed to downtown Philadelphia for dinner at Cantina los Caballitos. It was super. The food was really good, the drinks were even better, and the ambiance was just right. I am not always impressed with Mexican Restaurants, but this one was good. The menu was not the typical three-fold jam packed listing, yet, we still had difficulty choosing. The guacamole was probably some of the best I've had (except for Johanna's of course.) My dish, ensalada, was flavorful and abundant. Beth's was even more so with pork, beans, and rice. We both had to be rolled out of the restaurant but it was worth it.

Labor Day Weekend - Friday

First and foremost, I'd like to say good bye to summer. I know it's not officially over until later this month, but close enough. Sad to see the season leave, but I'm looking forward to fall.

I know you've all been dying to know how my weekend trip went so here's the scoop:

I went to the library to check out my first audiobook for entertainment during the seven hour drive. I am a skeptical person, which is the reason I have not listened to one before. I have to admit, I was pleasantly surprised. I listened to "The Seven Habits of Highly Effective People". I was highly entertained until the tape finished when I crossed into New Jersey. Fortunately for me, I like Latin music because that was the only thing I could stand on the radio. I danced in my car by myself until I reached the Penna Pike (I thereby began hooting and giggling with joy. It's amazing what a place can make you do.) I learned a great deal from the tapes and would consider another one in the same genre. I do not see myself delving into fiction on tape/cd. I will give the experience a good four stars. I recommend the program to any one who likes to better themselves with self-help material. What a great way to start off the weekend.

This road trip, which I've driven over 100 times, always makes me nostalgic. It is a deep nostalgia that dives past the five years I stayed there. My mind hops to people, places, and events I have not visited since they occurred. It is a very weird experience despite my knowledge of it's onslaught. It always surprises me. Luckily, my mind cleared when I reached beloved exit 13 on the blue route. I could think of only two things: Yuengling Lager and Wawa mac and cheese. First stop is always the Rosemont liquor store for a case of the best American beer. The second stop is always the Wawa in Bryn Mawr for my most favorite mac and cheese. After ecstatically gathering my goods, I headed to Justin's house for poker, tv (a HUGE tv mounted on the wall) and a good heart to heart with my best friend, Beth. It was an awesome evening back in the old stomping grounds. I did not end up playing poker because, as Laurie, Mikie and Alejandro can attest, I am not good at bluffing. I get excited about a good hand, what can I say? I still had fun and made some new friends. As I settled cozily into bed, I thought: "it was nice to be "home."