FINE! 30 Day Music Challenge...

Alright, alright, first Cousin Face, now... Purple (still working out a nick name)?  I suppose that almost makes me obligated.  Like Purple, this won't be DAILY.  But I'll throw them into other posts... in a song of the moment (or I need an excuse to blog) kind of way.  So lets get things started.

Day 1- Your Favorite Song

This is really hard.  Because I have favorite songs in every genre.  But if I were to pick the one I've been saying for most of my life (now it's almost out of habit, but since I can't decide anymore, it'll do).

This song is the whole reason I bought that album.  I remember having heard "Here We Go" and "I Want You Back," but this song was the straw that broke the camel's back.  I heard it, and I just knew this album needed to make its way into my collection.  And with that album... came a love that would last for more than a decade!  I still love those boys, I still love Lance.  Maybe I'm not as... passionate (understatement of the century)... as I once was... but then... get me in a room with all of them, singing and dancing... and I might just revert back to my days as a Teenybopper... sparkly face and all.  So there.  Favorite song.  *NSYNC's "God Must Have Spent (A Little More Time On You)"

And for all none of you that read my blog... should you choose to participate... here's the list:

day 01 - your favorite song
day 02 - your least favorite song
day 03 - a song that makes you happy
day 04 - a song that makes you sad
day 05 - a song that reminds you of someone
day 06 - a song that reminds you of somewhere
day 07 - a song that reminds you of a certain event
day 08 - a song that you know all the words to
day 09 - a song that you can dance to
day 10 - a song that makes you fall asleep
day 11 - a song from your favorite band
day 12 - a song from a band you hate
day 13 - a song that is a guilty pleasure
day 14 - a song that no one would expect you to love
day 15 - a song that describes you
day 16 - a song that you used to love but now hate
day 17 - a song that you hear often on the radio
day 18 - a song that you wish you heard on the radio
day 19 - a song from your favorite album
day 20 - a song that you listen to when you’re angry
day 21 - a song that you listen to when you’re happy
day 22 - a song that you listen to when you’re sad
day 23 - a song that you want to play at your wedding
day 24 - a song that you want to play at your funeral
day 25 - a song that makes you laugh
day 26 - a song that you can play on an instrument
day 27 - a song that you wish you could play
day 28 - a song that makes you feel guilty
day 29 - a song from your childhood
day 30 - your favorite song at this time last year

So Many Adventures, SO LITTLE TIME!!!

Oh my goodness blog friends (all two of you), I have so many stories to tell you!

Let's start with Las Vegas.  Scooter Pie decided to ride his friend Schmitty's birthday coat tails, and so we set off on an adventure to the REAL city that never sleeps.  Scooter Pie was nice enough to let me tag along, and I didn't even have to pay for the room.  He's such a gentleman.

We roamed the strip, mostly walked around, drank, smoked cigars (mostly him, though I did take a puff here and there), and barely even gambled.  It was REALLY cold, and I immediately regretted not taking my peacoat, though I had a fabulous time getting all dolled up for some good ol' fashioned Vegas nightlife.  While hanging out with Schmitty and his wife, we did get to eat at Tom Colicchio's sandwich shop, 'wichcraft, at the MGM Grand where I had a spectacular panini with chicken breast, pesto, mozzarella, and roasted red peppers.  We also got to check out a couple of the art galleries, including one for Dale Chihuly (the guy who did the glass flowers on the Bellagio ceiling), and a photography exhibit by Rodney Lough, Jr. which was breathtaking. 

We met up with a couple friends on Freemont street on our last night, and then walked around the strip until 3 in the morning.  Neither one of us was smart enough to get a picture TOGETHER, and the rest of the pictures are mostly of stuff, and not of us.  We had a great time, which is really the point here, and all I really have to say about it is "what happens in Vegas, STAYS in Vegas."  For good reasons.  Ha!

Now, I can tell you about Surprise, AZ, from whence I have just returned.  Mom and I drove in on Thursday, and just returned this evening.  We went to celebrate Pesach (Passover, for you semi-educated, non-Jews) and because my godparents (whose house we were at) like to throw large parties, it took us three full days, and part of Monday, to prepare the food, etc. for 25 people.  It was a lovely seder, despite the fact that Passover is my least favorite of the Jewish holidays, and the fact that at 25 years old, I am still the youngest, and therefore have to ask the four questions.  My godmother has officially dubbed me "Passover Maven" (I was on my "maven voyage," not my joke) because I can now make Sephardic Charoset (a mixture of nuts, dried fruit, and honey) and am also capable of a variety of other Passover related activities.  All in all, a nice vacation spent in perfect weather, in a perfectly beautiful setting, complete with cacti, palm trees, and fornicating bunnies.  There was also THE most amazing view of the Big Dipper that I have ever seen.

Unfortunately, with the whole family gone for 6 days, my cat is now thoroughly pissed at all of us.  Even more unfortunately, she takes out the bulk of her displeasure on me, whining loudly and using a portion of my bedroom as her personal toilet.  I came home, and found a corner, soaked, and reeking of urine.  NOT exciting.  ESPECIALLY since she decided to ruin my Jessica Simpson red leather pumps from a friend of mine.  Sad, sad day.  Under normal circumstances, I would not allow her to sleep in my bedroom with me this evening.  However, since she's been alone for a week (with the exception of my cousin, Makeup Guru coming by to feed her) I don't have the heart to make her sleep alone another night.  Re-training a 17-year-old cat to use her litterbox will be no picnic...

Until next time (and it will be soon)... keep wondering!

It Hurts Me More Than It Hurts You...

So soon, another blog post?  Down right immediate!  Well, maybe it's because I forgot to tell you about my shove into parenthood.  No, I'm not pregnant.  But since my parents have officially decided to "give my cat back to me," I now get to do all the fun stuff like going to the vet by myself.

You should know, that the last time I went to the vet, it was with my mom, and my other cat... and only my mom and I came home.  Naturally, this visit was nothing like easy for me.  I spent the entire drive telling my cat (and really, myself) that everything was gonna be okay, and that nothing would be wrong with her, except maybe she would need her teeth cleaned, all the while hearing the most horrible sentence from our last visit play on a loop in my head.  "I would put her down."  Let me tell you something... hyperventilating in a car is no fun.

So I took my crying kitty into the office, and checked in.  We got a room, and I expressed my concerns to the vet, while at the same time making sure to tell him all the positives about her.  She has been extremely finicky about her food, but she has an appetite, and no problem expressing her displeasure with whatever food she doesn't want to eat, so we suspected it might be her teeth.  Also, she has a little thing on her foot that I had been worried about.  He took her in for some tests, and I went out to the waiting room, waiting in terror.  Turns out, the little growth on her foot is nothing to be concerned about, and the vet just clipped the plaque off her teeth with his fingers real fast.  But she is almost 17, and so there was little chance she would come out completely healthy and normal.

Turns out, not only is she hyperthyroid, she has both liver and kidney failure.  I could already feel the color draining from my face.  Here it comes... he's gonna tell me I have to put my cat to sleep and I'm all by myself.  I'm gonna be driving back to my house with an empty cat carrier.  "It is treatable" he said, probably sensing my nervousness (I'm sure I looked like a deer caught in headlights).  She gets half a pill twice a day for her hyperthyroid condition (which sucks, but is not a major issue) and she gets 50ml of subcutaneous fluids a day.

For those of you who don't know what subcutaneous means, I'll enlighten you.  That means, I have to stick my cat with a needle and hook her up to an IV for a few minutes every day.  I am terribly squeamish, even when I'm not the one involved.  I don't even like listening to stories about blood, or needles, or any kind of other icky medical situations like surgeries or broken bones.  But, since I am responsible for my kitty, it's something I just have to push myself to do.  I won't lie to you... I thought it would get easier with time, but we're half way through the first bag (hopefully the only bag) and I feel worse every time I do it.  Sometimes she cries, sometimes she doesn't, but nothing she can do will keep me from feeling like the most horrible person in the world for a few minutes every day.  Or like the new nursing intern who's never stuck a patient with a needle before.  Or both.  Usually both.

Luckily, it never ceases to amaze me that after collecting herself (she doesn't much care for being held still against her will, not to mention being stuck with a needle) she comes right back to snuggle next to me.  Rewards for being a mom.  :)

Wanderlust in Wonderland...

Hello blog friends!  Here I am with more updates on my life, and ever changing journey to self discovery.

SQUEE!!!!

Aside from the fact that the last episode of Glee that aired had me squealing with joy (so loud, in fact, that my dad came into my bedroom because he thought I was in pain), it is probably the least important thing to tell you about.  However, for your enjoyment... my squeal worthy moment:  

Glee-wind: Original Song  <------ Sorry guys, this is the best I can do.  Fox went Copyright on all the real clips.  So I would recommend watching the whole episode on Fox or Hulu or whatever...

Other exciting things to tell you about?  The assistant at my literary management internship has a group of friends who are in the process of making an absurdist sketch comedy show, and he asked if I was at all interested in being a part of it.  Naturally, I said that I would of course be interested.  We had a meeting last Friday, and as it turns out, these guys are right up my alley.  Funny, nerdly, and awesome... I fit right in!  AND I'm the only girl, which is, as you know, not an unfamiliar concept to me.  The adventure begins...

ANYWAY...

In other news, the little girl who never goes anywhere (except maybe to San Diego) is about to go EVERYWHERE!  Okay, not everywhere, but certainly a lot of different places in a rather small time frame.

First up, VEGAS!  I have not been to Las Vegas since 2007 when I went with my friends Penelope, Roxanne, and Brittany (thank you aliases) for a Justin Timberlake concert.  We stayed at my aunt's house so we save the money we would have spent on a hotel, and went walking around on the strip during the day.

This time, I'll be making the road trip with Scooter Pie.  He finally fixed up his car (it hasn't run for something like two years) and so we're driving up in the Black Beauty.  I have made a Vegas playlist on my iPod in advance, and I'll be packing us a bag of snacks, because I'm sure he won't think to bring them.  He is nice enough to be taking care of the hotel, so all I have to pay for is food, drinks, and whatever else I decide to "donate" to the many casinos the city has to offer.  It should be a fun filled weekend of drunken stupidity, and a desperately needed escape from home.

After Vegas, I'll have about three days of working and breathing time before I head out on ANOTHER road trip.  This time, it will be me and my mother in the car on our way to Surprise, Arizona for a Passover Seder.  Not gonna lie, Passover is probably my least favorite of the Jewish holidays.  I'm sorry, I just don't want to read a story before I eat.  And I'm really sick of being the youngest and having to ask the questions.  I'm 25... can't somebody just have a baby and teach it to talk?  Not sure how we'll do, but I think if I make sure the car is packed with plenty of provisions (how's that for alliteration?) and the right playlist of songs (even more P's, how does she do it?) we should be just fine.  Or at each other's throats for hours.  We'll see how it goes.

Lastly, (and most excitingly), I HAVE BEEN ACCEPTED ON A BIRTHRIGHT TRIP!!!  This summer, Roommate and I will be heading to Israel for a free 10-day trip full of history and education.  And the sun.  I'll come back exhausted, toned, probably thinner, and definitely tan.  I am sure I will have plenty of pictures and stories to tell you all about.

And for your viewing pleasure, the current "love of my life" on the boob-tube:

*credit*This is Jensen Ackles.  He's on Supernatural.  Hot and funny.  Where can I get one?