Wednesday, December 30, 2009

2009: The Year in Review

Oh, 2009. We had some good moments but in general, I am ready to say out with the old and in with the NEW.

Not only are we on the eve of the eve of a New Year but also a new decade. But before we review that, let's get down to the business that was 2009.

This year was definitely one for the books. I made the decision to go back to graduate school to become a teacher. It had been a number of years since I had worked full-time and gone to school and never had I done it while in a CAREER and with GRADUATE LEVEL CLASSES. However, this year was the first year ever that I got STRAIGHT A's. Success. Along with staying focused on work with the most clients I have ever had. And remember that whole $271,000 worth of publicity I got for my client last year at this time, well managed to top that one, too with $290,000 in just two short months.

On the pop-culture front...I, along with the rest of the world, got totally caught up in vampires and desperately wanted one of my own. From Vampire Diaries (Paul Wesley = hottest thing ever) to True Blood (total girl-crush on Sookie) and attending the opening night of New Moon and SURVIVING. If you were there, you know that that is a SUCCESS all in itself. I saw the Comeback that-almost-never-was with Britney Spears front and center. Twice. I spoke my heart in an open-letter to Justin Timberlake which he has obv decided to ignore since it is almost 2010 and there is not even a mention of a third album. Although, I did appreciate those appearances on SNL, JT, so thank you for that. I was on the TODAY Show for a hot two seconds and only two degrees from Lauer.

I fell in love a lot this year. I dated a lot this year. I broke hearts and had my own heart broken a few times, as well. From ending the season of the Bear - and unfortunately, losing a dear friend in the process - to Life at 25 MPH with Chad to SBC - the Fantasy (serving me Mocha Frap Lights in bed) vs. the Reality (having me split the bill with him at BW3's on 60 cent wing night) to being HOT FOR TEACHER - Daniel, my star - in one of my graduate courses - to closure with SuperChump after a run-in at The Griffin and realizing that leaving him really was the best decision I've ever made to nicest-ever Cy, Cy the Camera Guy to Piano Man - who brought a new appreciation of music to my life and was somehow able to jump-start my heart again after a year of dating hell - to ending the year learning that CRAZY comes in all different shapes and sizes.

I also fell HARD for eight other men. Four from Nashville that make up a little band called The Kings of Leon who I almost chased half-way around the country convinced that my future last name was set to be Followill and four from Paris, France - Phoenix. The latter one is a new crush and I am crushing hard. The first time I heard Wolfgang Amadeus everything else was drowned out and I was instantly in love. I can't remember an album that made me feel the way this one does since I was first introduced to the Postal Service way back in '03.

And I fell REAL HARD for a little place called Don't Tell Mama which has become not only the place where everybody knows my name but also my home away from home over this past year. It was the place we went the night of MJ's death, the place where we celebrated 26 years of yours truly, the place where a friend from high school (Miss Anika Jones) became so much more than that - a best friend for life - and a place where wounds were set and wounds were healed - with a whole lot of singing going on in between.

Sir Gordon Snacks A Lot became a teenager. From eating his way out of his crate to eating the heel of my favorite black shoes to bad hair cuts to trips to being named DAILY PUPPY to graduating from Puppy School - he has grown into a lovely, (pretty)-well behaved boy who is my number one companion and who I love with all of my heart.

Travels. A much needed solo trip to Costa Mesa in February brought good thrift store shopping, lots of laughs and a therapeutic walk down the beach. March brought a family reunion in Colorado where I was with my nearest and dearest for a whole week and don't worry, the arm has healed and the moments that I have from that trip were totally worth the fall. In May I was back in Colorado for my first concert at Red Rocks and a few days with my besties and a cou who is more like a bro. June brought a week of LIFE'S A BEACH with the Vier/Westlake wedding in Florida. For an entire week, we didn't wear shoes, just laid in the sun, searched for seashells and drank a whole lotta cocktails. In August, three generations came together for a weekend of catching up as my mother and I went to Pittsburgh to visit Beppee (aka my grandmother). Then mid-October, Lauren and I packed our bags and headed South on the 15 to visit Lisa G. Juice it Up! A full day on the beach and some quality time with 3 out of the 4 always makes for a good time. December has been a busy one, starting with the annual Disneyland trip - to the east coast for Christmas to OMG I'm back for 72 hours and am leaving tonight on a jet plane for New Year's in Denver.

Short notes. Girl's Nights. Babysitting gigs. A mustache weekend. $1 Beer Nights at the 51's. First ever Cubs game. Birthday parties. I got (and rocked) a Snuggie. Saturday Night Shenanigans. Obsessing over orchids. Rollerskating with Gordie. Sienna turned 4. Goodbye to the Bug and hello to the Jeep. Perfected the art of the PB&J. The Zappos party that almost killed me. Attended my first UNLV Football game. Crowned Queen at SK+G's 80's Prom. Ruler of the Wild Things for Halloween. Surprise weddings. Two pregnancies (not mine). And of course....lots and lots of cheese.

I wish you and yours all the best this New Year - be safe, be happy and know that HSCOOC will be toasting her bubbly to each and every one of you at midnight.

And now...2010....

Thursday, December 24, 2009


From the Editorial Page of The New York Sun, September 21, 1897

    "Dear Editor--I am eight years old.
    "Some of my little friends say there is no Santa Claus.
    "Papa says, 'If you see it in The Sun, it's so.'
    "Please tell me the truth, is there a Santa Claus?

Virginia, your little friends are wrong. They have been affected by the scepticism of a sceptical age. They do not believe except they see. They think that nothing can be which is not comprehensible by their little minds. All minds, Virginia, whether they be men's or children's are little. In this great universe of ours man is a mere insect, an ant, in his intellect, as compared with the boundless world about him, as measured by the intelligence capable of grasping the whole of truth and knowledge.

Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus. He exists as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist, and you know that they abound and give to your life its highest beauty and joy. Alas! how dreary would be the world if there were no Santa Claus! It would be as dreary as if there were no Virginias. There would be no child-like faith then, no poetry, no romance to make tolerable this existence. We should have no enjoyment, except in sense and sight. The eternal light with which childhood fills the world would be extinguished.

Not believe in Santa Claus! You might as well not believe in fairies! You might get your papa to hire men to watch in all the chimneys on Christmas eve to catch Santa Claus, but even if you did not see Santa Claus coming down, what would that prove? Nobody sees Santa Claus,but that is no sign that there is no Santa Claus. The most real things in the world are those that neither children nor men can see. Did you ever see fairies dancing on the lawn? Of course not, but that's no proof that they are not there. Nobody can conceive or imagine all the wonders there are unseen and unseeable in the world.

You tear apart the baby's rattle and see what makes the noise inside, but there is a veil covering the unseen world which not the strongest man, nor even the united strength of all the strongest men that ever lived, could tear apart. Only faith, fancy, poetry, love, romance, can push aside that curtain and view and picture the supernal beauty and glory beyond. Is it all real? Ah, Virginia, in all this world there is nothing else real and abiding.

No Santa Claus! Thank God! he lives, and he lives forever. A thousand years from now, Virginia, nay, ten times ten thousand years from now, he will continue to make glad the heart of childhood.

Merry Christmas to you and yours.

Heart Shaped Cut-Outs of Cheese

Thursday, December 17, 2009

Monday, December 7, 2009

Esmeralda's Prophecies

My family has an annual tradition of going to Disneyland every year. I have an annual tradition of getting my fortune from Esmeralda while we're there. Esmeralda is exactly like the fortune teller in the movie BIG. Most years she has been pretty on point so I was excited to see what she saw in my future when we were there this past Friday.

My reading:

Your life has been full of trouble, for which others are largely responsible, but you are now reaching a point when you will be able by your own efforts to control your own affairs. Beware of the proposals made by a gray haired man, but take the advice and assistance that will be offered by a middle sized and smooth faced one. You will receive an offer to go to a small town and engage in business far different from the one you are now engaged in. Accept it. You will meet with one who will love you. That love will be returned by you. The first name of this person begins with M and you will be introduced at a place of amusement. Your life will be long and your last days will be your happiest. One of your lucky numbers is 5. Drop another coin in the slot and I will tell you more.

Sounds a little to me like Esmeralda has been hitting the bottle but we'll see...

Oh and a Disneyland post will be up later this week :) It's good to be back - to blogging, I mean, not from Disneyland, OBV.