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My life seems to be on ff (fast forward). I would like to slow it down. I am going to work on that for the month of December.
And remembering that the last 11 months were full. Really full. And fast. Too fast.
I went to yoga for New Year’s Eve and brought 2011 in peacefully, quietly and wonderfully.
There was skiing, three 30th birthdays, gym, yoga and football.
I turned 28 in February and became a redhead.
I made homemade fortune cookies.
We saw Michael Franti and Spearhead and John Mayer at Madison Square Garden.
We celebrated Kim’s 30th in March. In Europe. With Dave. Nothing and everything was the same after that trip.
We saw Billy Joel and Elton John in Albany.
I ran the Shamrock Run. First and last race of the year.
There was yoga, birthdays, Artisnal cocktails and blind dates.
There was Team Pixie Dust dinner dance and Passover. For 20.
April brought bonfires, yoga, ACS gala, tres leche.
I took a Photoshop course, through a surprise party for my brother at Mercato and went to LA.
In May we went and met the Mendelsen men. It’s a choir. And we love them.
I got new couches, went to meditation, heard Nacirema, drank Grey Dog raspberry ice tea.
I signed a lease.
I cooked ramps.
Went on a booze cruise which lead to changing roles, rules and expectations. Thank you Universe for teaching without hurting too much.
And then I moved. In. With. A. Boy. Roommate.
Had my first and only deer encounter. “Welcome to the country,” I was told.
Went to Dave.
And Mountain Jam.
Baby showers, Relay for Life, babies, Band of Horses and painted the rest of June.
The 4th / housewarming extravaganza.
Then the summer went so fast all of our heads spun. There were concerts.
And backyard BBQs, bonfires, butterflies and sunsets.
My ridiculously fabulous sister turned 21. I remember the day she came home from the hospital. She was very little. She had a curly ‘do. She smelled new. She smirked before she smiled, screamed before she coohed and had me in the palm of her hand before she opened her big brown eyes. Apparently praying for a baby sister every night for nine months worked. Years have passed and there have been ups and downs, but she still made it with grace to the legal age. May she have 100 more birthdays just as great as this one. I will make cake for every single one.
One day two crazy gals ripped out a hot tub from the ground. And then the following weekend built a stone patio. Talk about surprising yourself.
We threw a “Hello Fall BBQ.” This was to subsidize the lack of an end of Summer BBQ. This is also when I learned that everyone doesn’t love parties as much as I do. And I also learned that the same people love me enough to have them anyway.
There was FOOTBALL. Every time we played football in the park I wanted to watch the Daria episode where she yells, “FOOTBALL.” It was my closest connection to my gut reaction in playing the sport. I just wrote playing a sport and me in the same sentence. I think we should call someone about this.
In October I sent off a dear friend to California, my wingwoman. It was sad. I made cake. And that’s all I’m gunna say about that.
There were trips to walking towns, Sunday night dinners and the change of the seasons.
We celebrated Halloween (my most favorite holiday) with a house party. There was decorations, shenanigans and lots of laughter. Please note “Party’s Here” carving stage right.
We went to Philly to cheer on my brother-from-another-mother in his second marathon.
The gaping hole in this 2010 recap will be from mid-November to mid-December. That’s when everyday seemed to be, “Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day.” Throw in a 10 year high school reunion, a few mind games and a dash of depression and we’ve covered that chunk of time just fine.
On to the end of December. We bought a Christmas tree. It was a humorous experience and worth every second guess of the “perfect” tree.
Here we are. Prepping for New Year’s Eve again. How did that happen?
Wishing you all the best for 2011. Thank you for being here and allowing my creative outlet to invade your screen. I have a lot of faith that the best is yet to come. A lot.
I am completely blessed to have the opportunity to go to Europe again, just a few short months since I returned from Italia.
My best wingwoman and I will be seeing Dave Matthews Band and the sites in Antwerp, Amsterdam and London.
It’s a quick trip with only a few days in each city. So we have to pack light and take mental pictures the whole time, just to make sure we don’t miss anything.
Stay tuned for a post travel recap. Wish you could feel the excitement through this very page. Woot woot!
1. A Mexican start of the year 2. Birthdays in Pallenville, East Village, West Side and Upper East Side 3. Spiritual exploration 4. ‘Cuse basketball 5. An Eagles Superbowl 6. Key West 7. The flu 8. Forest Hills 9. East End 10. Meditation 11. Cousin visits 12. 27th birthday 13. Reiki 14. BANGS 15. Hoboken 16. March madness 17. Relay for Life Kickoff 18. BP scare 19. Happy hours 19. Dane Cook 20. A special return from Afghanistan 21. NYU reunion 22. Nacirema 24. Egg coloring 25. Team Pixie Dust dinner dance 26. Kelly’s baby shower 27. DMB in NJ 28. Broadway 29. Off Broadway 30. New blackberry 31. Wrobel leaves 32. Roofdecks 33. Boys 34. Bars 35. ACS Gala 36. Relay for Life 37. DMB at the Today Show 38. Smelly in DC 39. Indigo Girls in Central Park 39. Cami’s wedding shower / last night out 40. Another new blackberry 41. I heart NY 42. Leaving NY 43. Randall’s Island 44. Pinkberry 45. DMB at Jones Beach 46. A million good-byes 47. Cami’s wedding 48. San Francisco 49. Cowardly lion 50. Being art at the Moma 51. Move 52. Kingston 53. Yoga 54. Online dating 55. Patty McGees 56. Ryan 57. Garlic Festival 58. Taste of New Paltz 59. Local brewery 60. Woodstock 61. Art 62. Music 63. Life 64. Pipop 65. No place like home 66. 11 years 67. Italy 68. Bread and cheese 69. A real gym membership 70. Visiting / back and forth 71. Cookies and cocktails 72. First snow 73. Cookie exchange 74. Gifts that can’t be wrapped 75. Reunions 76. Zoey 77. City Mouse in the Country 78. Kundalini 79. Freelance 80. A handbag 81. Step class 82. Others divorce 83. Baking 84. Romemu 85. Storage 86. In-house again 87. Obama 88. Tree of Life 89. No more exes 90. Ginger vodka 90. BSC customers 91. Guided imagery 92. Snow gear 93. Hudson River 94. Having a big brother again 95. The ever present mountains 96. Guidance and support 97. Fleeting sanity 98. Wingwomen 99. Travel plans 100. Death 101. Life
Everything they say about Italy is true. After 10 days of exploring the country – and only a few of many desired cities – I am completely in love and didn’t want to leave. The trip started in Florence, touched Milan, Rome and Maranello and ended with a family blanketed in memories, art, wine and cheese. It spanned over just sister time, parental arrival, Thanksgiving with blueberry steak and red cars. It embedded life experience, devotion to the arts and steps in time. It was everything I hoped it to be and more.
This is a small sampling of photos, you can imagine the hundreds that live in our hearts and our hard drives…
“You may have the universe if I may have Italy” ~ Giuseppe Verdi
It’s a blessing when a sibling heads off to a semester abroad ~ a reason to visit.
My sister is studying abroad in Florence, Italy. She has been there for 3 months and I miss her terribly. The best news I can share is that I will be seeing her in just a few short days. And perhaps the even better part is that it will be in ITALY!
Looking forward to bread and cheese, shopping and art in a far off land with my own personal tour guide for 10 blissful days. A lot of pressure on a trip you may be thinking… but I know better, it’s going to be great, actually better than great. MOLTO BENE!