Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Sometimes we do Haiku Tuesday.

The lump in my throat
is the only thing keeping
my soul from draining.

Monday, December 28, 2009

Haiku Monday...

The anti-climax
of the holiday season
is upon us now...

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Sometimes I write fiction...

(or do I?...)


There’s one blonde guy who looks identical to another. My friend and I look at each other. And then back at them. Without a word we leave the black and silver glittery ballroom. Tom Collins cocktails still in hand, we find ourselves in a hotel room twelve floors up in a matter of minutes. Has anyone even spoken a word? Been formally introduced? The digital clock reads 11:46. How did we end up at a hotel party?  Why is there a mirror on the air conditioning unit? Am I forgetting something downstairs? I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My borrowed little black dress is amazing. My hair is extra blonde. I smile.

 “Oh, hi there twinsie,” I say when I notice the reflection of one of the lookalikes sitting on the bed next to me. My friend coughs lightly as a brightly colored blown glass object is passed around.

“It’s so nice to meet you too Laura.---How do I know Steve? …Who’s Steve? Oh right. Steve.” Laura looks at me oddly. Her brown hair is long, wavy, shiny and she looks judgmental. The clock reads 11:52 and the nagging feeling that I’m forgetting something grows stronger.

Dick Clark appears on the TV. My friend tugs at my arm. “It’s 11:55. We have to get back downstairs.” I look blankly at her. “NOW!”

“It’s almost midnight,” says one of the twins. “They want to go back to the party.”  My friend gives me a knowing look but I don’t know what it means. Piled into the elevator there is feverish chatter. There are stops at every floor and more and more people pile on. Tension grows and the time is apparently 11:58. One of the twins kisses me and tastes like a mixture of brown liquor and smoke.

The doors finally open as the number seven is being shouted. A sudden panic sets in as I remember what I’ve forgotten. People scatter from the elevator and I yank my hand from the twins as my friend and I dash to the dance floor and into the appropriate location as the clock strikes midnight.

Golden Girls VS SATC

Dorothy = Carrie
Blanche = Samantha
Sophia   = Miranda
Rose       = Charlotte

I'm sure the general, slutty, sarcastic and innocent personalities have already be been dissected like a thousand times, but just sayin'.

And now, back to my wine, Golden Girls and last minute Christmas preparations.

Monday, December 21, 2009

Haiku Monday

Watching the Blizzard.
Chat with Neighbors. Cookies baked.
Winter Wonderland.




Monday, December 14, 2009

Haiku Monday

Two hair appointments,
Snakeskin heels, Drinks at the Lounge,
Gourmet din with Friends

Sunday, December 13, 2009

Night Notes

Another night at The Lounge with great company. We were pretty subdued and only a few Night Notes were taken.

12/12/09

Ben: It's like making Boones Farm in your toilet.

Kristen: According to Brandon, it wasn't the Czar, it was the ten shotes of rum.

The Resting Rat


Friday, December 11, 2009

There's no high like a shoe high.

  I should know because I just impulse purchased the crap out of some killer blue and black snakeskin stilettos. It was a little touch and go for a minute there in Aldo because this lady was totally blocking my view and then she started to reach for them and my heart stopped, but then her arm swerved left to a lesser pair and I swooped in like a seagull to a funnel cake. I really did mean to only try them on but my hair was all bouncy and fresh from the salon, and I had my new Kathy bag (complete with stolen charm) over my arm  and I was so Becky Bloomwood from Shopaholic at that moment that I knew the only thing to complete my look would be that Aldo box in hand.  I rationalized that I'd wanted blue stillets' for absolute ages so it was ok. Plus, I needed a pick me up since as it turns out, I have thin corneas and probably can't get lasik after all. Moving right along, double plus, they go with everything. (This may or may not be code for "they only go with a few select things.") The other best part is that I bought a blue sequin shirt to match at Forever 21...Ok, that is a total lie. I did not buy it at Forever 21. What I did was far worse. I bought it at...RAVE. What? I mostly don't buy disposable clothes anymore, but doing that whole cheap thing matched with expensive things is totally chic. Right?

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

Night Notes on Saturday

After spending Saturday afternoon enjoying the first snow fall, I met up with Kristen and Jud at The Lounge. It was a quiet night and we snagged a table looking over West Street for optimal people watching. While I rarely give any insight to what the notes mean, because I like to be mysterious, I'll add a few in italics because some deserve it.


The Lounge 12/05/2009

Jud: You wanna go to the meat mactory?!?!
Julie: Let's let them bond while we talk about our sluttiness. (Ok, let me explain...nevermind)
Kristen: Ha ha ha...OK!

"occurs and ishes"

Jud: We dun been not knowing each other.
Julie: I thought it was a dark bowl. (Discovering half way through soup at a new Japanese Steakhouse that there was seaweed in the bottom of the bowl.)
Jud:  Thought it was funny that a cocksucker named BJ thought I was uncool until I played the drums.
Jud: Closed your eyes too early did you? (Ref: Me tripping while walking with my eyes closed because there was a couple making out uncomfortably close to the bathroom)
Kristen: They called her Blue Bonnet. (Gone with the Wind)
Julie: That book has a high risk for conjunctivitis. (My fear of libraries.)
Julie: I don't know who this is, but have my enguessing... (I have no clue what this means. Kristen?)
Kristen:  If you want to prevent it, get a pile of jelly beans. (Preventing cake smashing during a wedding.)

Actually, in reference to that last one, I'm not really sure. I thought we had discussed martini glasses filled with potato chips to be thrown in a confetti like fashion to avoid the dreaded face cake smashing during a wedding reception. Perhaps Kristen will comment one what the jelly beans mean.

Just a few more days until the weekend!

Monday, December 7, 2009

Haiku Monday

More captured squirrels and
our first snow fall. Wine days and
wine nights with sushi.


Saturday, December 5, 2009

NOT sipping on

...hot chocolate with mint schnapps while watching the Golden Girls and getting ready to go out.




If I'm not careful, I'm going to have to start calling this blog, "Which fantastic shoes is that girl going to wear with those same jeans again tonight?" Just a thought.

Karma police, Please don't find me today...

The first text I sent this morning was to April at 8:20 a.m. and it said, "On my way to Zumba with a squirrel in my trunk for drop off.  Seriously, who does that?"

I'll back up. First of all. I'm a horrible person. When I got home last night, my eyes were still dilated and driving was a little tricky. I suspected we may have captured another pesky squirrel but rather than check the trap...well I didn't so I wouldn't have to deal with the little rascal. I woke from a traumatic dream (which I'll disclose in a later post) around 5 a.m. and confessed to Nat who was playing a video game. He checked and confirmed my suspicion, stating we definitely had secured a now very unhappy critter.  Since I knew I was checking out Zumba at the gym this morning, we figured at this point, the squirrel could wait a few more hours and just go with me then. His tail was all pitiful and matted when it was time to go. I felt a little sheepish when my neighbor was walking past my house with his sweet chocolate lab. I stopped for a little chat and felt the need to confess to him what I was up to while Nat loaded the squirrel into my trunk.  I'm pretty sure neighbor guy thinks I'm crazy and doesn't want me petting his dog anymore.

So off the the gym we go and the squirrel is now running free after a rough night.  Turns out Zumba started earlier than I thought, but I got a killer work out in anyway. I've never considered myself a morning person thought I think actually kind of might be now that I'm not a caffeine addict. I was on fire! Totally in the workout zone.  Plus, the few people who were there all had puffy-I-just-woke-up faces similar to mine, so I felt better about myself and less like an impostor.

Next, I went to my favorite name brand discount store since it was only 9:30 to see if I could buy stuff for myself look for Christmas gifts. And do you know what happened? I was looking at the Kathy Van Zeeland bags. They are always on sale and I've always wanted one but never splurged.  The ones missing the oh so coveted charm are a strict $10 dollars cheaper than the ones with it still attached. And you know those gems are secured to avoid swapping.  Today I found a purse I loved. Without the charm. The price was right.  I looked at every other bag. And there was one with an unsecured charm.  I made that swap.  That's right. I did it and so would anyone of you!!! I continued on with my shopping (failed attempt at finding blue stilettos) but was paranoid.  What if they were watching the tapes? What if they saw? Would they tap me on my shoulder and say, "Excuse me Miss?" That would be horrific! How would I explain? What would happen to me? People would call me Winona. I tried to remain calm but at one point during my shopping, an employee was called to "the office." Certain they were conducting a meeting about ME I almost dropped my soon to be purchases and fled. In the end, I checked out with bated confidence. The cashier was sugar sweet. I'll be carrying my new purse tonight (pen stashed inside), and ready for some Night Notes.




Until then, it's (sort of) snowing in Annapolis and I'm having a peacefully lazy afternoon snuggling with Nat and staying warm. (Due in part to the fact that there's no longer a noisy rodent banging around in our wall)

Friday, December 4, 2009

Eye can't complain

Good news. Not only are my retinas still intact,  I am also finally officially a candidate for lasik eye surgery. I'm going to sit on this information whilst forming a long list of questions compiled over the years before I make any rash final decisions in regard to lasering my corneas. For example, what happens if you have to sneeze while your eye lids are being held open? Or during surgery? What if the power goes out in the middle of the procedure? How are you positive my eye is completely numb? What if I look away from the little light?!?! Can I wear something to cover my nose to avoid the smell of burnt eye my lasered friends keep telling me about? If any of you have undergone this procedure, could you please send me an informative and lengthy minute by minute description of exactly what took place at nightnotesonnapkins@gmail.com ? I'd really appreciate it.

So after having my eyes dilated, I headed to the mall for a little Christmas shopping. Each year, I feel like I find the most perfect gift there ever was for one sole person on my gift giving list.  The rest get random things I hope they'll like, but this year the lucky fellow is my Dad. He's an amazing photographer and National Geographic magazine subscriber since the 60's. Guess who put out an image collection book this October chronicling it's picture history of the past 120 years? If you didn't guess National Geographic, I can't help you. I physically can't wait to see him open it on Christmas Day.

I was so pleased with myself when I got home, I put on my Christina Aguilera Christmas CD and started putting up the holiday appropriate decorations. (Don't judge, at least it wasn't Mariah) It didn't take long to finish since all I own is a whimsical snowman salt and pepper shaker set from my mom last year, a two foot plastic tree (lights included) and three ornaments courtesy of my bestie Chrissi. I was finished before my tree scented candle even had a chance to scent the room.

So a low key evening for me tonight.  Gearing up to finally try Zumba in the a.m and I'm expecting some Night Note action tomorrow when I go out with my girls. 'Tis the season!

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Define Cleavage



Kristen: This bar is totally the new HB's.
Julie: Yeah. HB's is so last year anyway.
Kristen: Let's take pictures like old times.
Julie: OK!!! I'm going to make my seductive face.
Kristen: Really? I don't think that's your seductive face. You're trying to make a face more like mine.
Julie: YEAH! I am making that face.
Kristen: Ok, why don't you open your eyes just a little wider.
Julie: Sshhh. I'm concentrating. Are you ready?
*FLASH*


Kristen: I can see the pattern on your bra.
Julie: Woooow. That lasik eye surgery did work really well. I can't believe you can see right though my shirt.
Kristen: (Sigh) Let's just do the cleavage shot now.
Julie: I don't think I have that.
Kristen: Sure you do. Just lean over really far....and don't forget to smile.
Julie: Dude. I've totally got this all on lock down.
Kristen: Are you smiling?
Julie: Yup!
*FLASH*
Julie: Let's do the crab pose next.
Kristen: Um, let's not take anymore photos tonight after all.
Julie: Whatever. Have you seen my wine glass?

Monday, November 30, 2009

Haiku Monday

Weekend of Turkeys
And now I find myself back
at a real desk job.


Leave me your 5,7,5 syllable lines!

Sunday, November 29, 2009

Weekend Night Notes...

I met up with Kristen and Jud at The Lounge for a few glasses of wine. We started by exchanging Rat/Squirrel (http://pancakesaspillows)  stories because residing in ancient homes just to live within walking distance to bars is totally glamourous. Here's my latest squirrel. She now lives in Eastport. I hope she likes it because she let me know she was pissed about being captured by growling ferociously.



I didn't plan on being a Note Taker but when Jud started talking about combating rats while naked, I mean things had to be documented.  I vaguely remember a ridiculous photo session taking place so I'll try to post one later.

The Lounge  11/27/09

Jud: I'm gonna kill somebody with my d!@$.

Julie: You did not "Roger" him.

Newman: NOOO! GET THE FUCK OUT!!!

Julie & Kristen: OBVIOUSLY

Kristen: I'm so not ready to go to bed yet.
Julie: I would never want to do that.

Happy Thanksgiving Weekend!

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Fridays without Night Notes

Friday night I sat down to work on my paper at 8:30. At this precise time, all of my friends proceeded to call and text me to initiate proper Friday evening activities. Around 10:45 I decided they were correct. I put on some serious makeup, my new skinny jeans, some killer red heels and headed out the door. 




I think Nat would prefer if I didn't make myself a regular at his new bar, but I really wanted Newman to see how fantastic it was so I suggested he meet me there. Plus, our friend Chris was already saddled up anyway, so how could I really be held responsible? Random mirrors, paintings, and sconces adorn the dark blue colored walls. The lights are dim and there's always jazz. Of course we could hear Lady Gaga blasting from the bar downstairs, but we blocked that out while sitting back on the full sized leather couch while sipping a nice glass of red. 

A low key evening it was. We eventually needed a change of pace and headed downstairs to Stan and Joe's for some cocktails and people watching. The night ended with Newman, Urn and me back at Ian's, (as evening's often do) ordering late night pizza and drinking beers. Only this time, we lit some long stemmed candles and called ourselves classy. 

Monday, November 23, 2009

Haiku Monday

Candlelit pizza
at three a.m. Miller lite.
Everthing's alright

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Sundays, Wine and Friends. Life at it's best.

What do I love better than an afternoon of wine, cheese and friends and my new camera at the park on my street? Not a whole lot.










But when old friends meet new friends to join us for dinner back at the house? The night is officially perfect.





Especially when we start reminiscing and doing the "Stanky Leg."




And when people start fighting over cabbage? Well, let's just say everyone's been served the ideal amount of wine.






Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Haiku ...Tuesday

Where's Haiku Monday?
Who knows, but Happy Hour
did happen for sure.

Friday, November 13, 2009

Friday Funday

Nat had to work last night but he made lasagna during the day for Mel, April and me to have for dinner. We almost started a Night Note after one of us said to another, "You're pissed off that she's not pissed off." I mean, nothing could top that telling gem so we stopped there. Normally when April's in town we go to all sorts of places but mostly Harry Browne's and drink lots of martinis and end up catching rides home to my house from random people we may or may not know...very well. Harry Browne's isn't really the place to be anymore, not to mention it was way too rainy and windy to walk anywhere so we went to bed at a reasonable hour and woke up refreshed and ready to polka dance with my Grandmother in the morning. You read me right. Polka.

Let's put it this way. My Grandmother is awesome. She leads a class of 80 somethings to polka and line dances. I've been really down about aging lately. I work with the elderly and at least once a day one will tell me to "never get old." They are not kidding. It's tragically depressing and absolutely terrifying. An extreme scenario took place just this week after an 89 year old woman told me she hoped she'd die and didn't know why she was forced to live so long.

Today, all those things were a distant memory. The crew in my Grandmothers class were absolutely amazing. Helen had tons of shiny, gold, piercings in her ears. They were so pretty and I thought they might be some sort of religious custom but when I asked her she told me it was her acupuncture. I was thrilled to hear she was open to such treatment for her wrist pain and want to partake in my own acupuncture immediately! She also frequently travels and told me stories of the Philippines. Dan was a charming 88 year old with bright blue eyes, and snow white hair. He was a little unsteady on his feet but held onto us tight while leading us in the two step and said not to worry if we made mistakes. We hugged him when it was time to leave. Steve played the harmonica and Anna traded stories of Florida with April. My Grandmother played a few extra numbers with the "charleston" in them just for me, slipped in the Electric Slide and kept everyone in line. Pun intended. I broke a sweat. It was so refreshing to see everyone so happy and full of spunk and wit.

Afterwards, we headed even farther south. All the way to the tea room in LaPlata, Maryland where we indulged in Cream of Crab soup, chicken salad with grapes on croissants, scones, and of course tea. (Um, yeah, I'll be doing a serious workout tomorrow) We discussed our new friends, and next vacations.
Does life get any better?

Several friends have had babies lately and I've taken to making them personalized blankets. My friend Manda is having a surprise gender baby next month and when I got home this evening I sewed her blanket. The gender neutral aspect was fun because I could pick anything I wanted but I did stick to pastels and initials.



Thought of the day: Make new friends and stay busy and active to keep life fun from beginning to end.

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Night Notes on the Marine Birthday

I love November 10th. It's the official celebration date for the founding of the Marine Corps. My best friend is married to a marine who not only is awesome, but also has awesome friends. So awesome, they travel from various parts of the county to Annapolis, Maryland every year to celebrate the Marine Birthday at McGarvey's. I feel lucky to know these amazing men and be able to be a part of something so significant. Previous years have led to us losing Mel in a pizza mission, my blowing a flaming sambuca shot all over our respective table and well....this.




As you can see, these nights can get a little crazy. There were only a few Night Notes this year because Nat and I were off to our former roommates birthday bash but here goes.


Marine Corp Birthday at McGarvey's 2009

Julie: I'd be willing to dry my feet for that.
Mel: That shit's crazy.
Jean: Miracle grow. Water it down. Any good botanist knows that.


(Incidentally, my comment had something to do with Jeremy stating one of his pet peeves was when people don't dry off in the shower before stepping onto the bath mat therefore leaving sopping wet footprints.)

I won't talk about consuming vodka after tequila, bonding with new people over intense games of ping pong, beer spilled on the shuffle board table or getting called out on frequenting O'Briens all too often in my early twenties by former bartenders.

Monday, November 9, 2009

Haiku Monday

Shopping. Shoes and Shirts.
Margaritas. Hours slept?
Twelve. Dog Whisperer.

Thursday, November 5, 2009

Going Smokeless

It was after 3 a.m. when I felt a tap on my shoulder last night. I heard voice of Chelsea Handler before I opened my eyes, but suspected she was probably not in my living room. After opening one eye I saw the blurry outline of Nat standing above me. Without my contact lenses I could just barely make out a small red light shining near his face and the sound of an inhale.

"You can't smell me!" he said proudly. With that, he leaned down and gave me a ...serious-style kiss.

While I'm not one to turn down kisses from Nat ever, Monday night, I purchased him the Smokeless Cigarette. http://www.smokingeverywhere.com/ Even though he had happily inhaled nicotine mere seconds before our kiss, I tasted nothing. We're four days going smokeless and so far so good. I won't mention the amusing bubbly sound it makes when he inhales the nicotine vapor.

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Halloween Night Notes...

It wasn't a crazy night of notes. Fortunately, Annapolis enjoyed an almost balmy Halloween evening. It rained off and on but we were lucky enough to be walking to Fado and back in between showers.

Halloween 2009

Jud: Dead bodies in an open grave.

Anonymous: Gonna be some Jud man-toe in that pic.

Chris: Sly Cox

Anonymous: You know I can't resist a good chin strap.

Mel: They smell like edible underwear.





And now, just a couple of highlights.



Janet, Jack Tripper and Chrissi                                              



Walter and Dirty Tess





Monday, November 2, 2009

Haiku Monday

Balmy Halloween.
Wigs, munchies and alcohol.
Shopping with my boy.

(Sorry. I know it's late)

Thursday, October 29, 2009

Night Notes on Wednesdays....

Ooops. Who do I think I am? What year is this? Out until last call on a Wednesday night? Good grief. I had special permission to check out Nat's new bar last night. We didn't take such an opportunity lightly.

The Lounge   10/28/2009


Kristen: We're a three person costume.

Julie: Lava's got nothin' on couch cushions.

Julie/Kristen/Jud: It was all downhill after the big trash can.

Julie: I forgot about the crack incident!

Jud: Slow walker and Jumex weren't going to help her.

Matt: It's that little bit on the tip that wags a bit.

Jud: Swing his d*#&. Write it on the napkin bitch!!

Jeff: Who doesn't dance under the right circumstance?

(After 2am)

Julie: Standing on street corners.....................



So that's that. We truly planned on a low key evening, but then we were accosted by a criminal defense lawyer and his acquitted architect friend who's opening lines were, "Let me introduce you to the owner Stan."  We really didn't need any introductions since I'm sleeping with live with the  resident sommelier and furthermore we already know all the important people we make our own introductions.  They tried to roofie and paint nude portraits of us but we weren't having it obviously. We began to tire of them after this transaction.

Acquitted Architect: Oh, you're in school. What are you? In 11th grade?
Julie: (rolls eyes) Why yes. I'm 17 years old.
Acquitted Architect: Well come here!!!!
Kristen: Now we know what he was acquitted for.

Around this time, my friend Matt from England appeared, rescued us from the sleaze, grabbed a table and happily obliged our british translation demands, which fortunately for me, he never tires of. Before long Jud showed up, and shortly after that my friend Chris, then our Tsunami friends and suddenly it was 2 o'clock in the morning, Kristen was talking wedding photography to our new friend Mike and I was having a deep philosophical(ish) conversation with a girl named Courtney while wondering what happened to our one glass of wine and realizing I'd be lucky if I made it home in time for the second showing of Chelsea Lately. Which I did. Bonus.

Next up... Come and knock on my door for some Halloween Night Notes. I'll be waiting for you.

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

You smell like a Poptart!

Oh, how I adore last minute mini road trips! Two Saturdays ago, it was cold, rainy and generally speaking les mis and I was enjoying some hard core snuggle time on the couch with my Nat, my electric blanket and two books. In the name of fun, we snapped out of that and headed to Kurt and Kristi's in Baltimore around 7pm. From there six of us had some wine, (duh) a few tasty treats and piled into van that was playing "Rocky Horror Picture Show. (Side note, I'd never seen RHPS, so it was interesting when a few minutes in, everyone including Nat started saying "JANET!" I had no idea!)

Anyway, it was about 9:30pm and we were en route to Philly. We had tickets to the midnight tour of the Eastern State Penitentiary Haunted House. I was apprehensive but I didn't want to be spoil sport since Nat was percolating with excitement, so I put on my brave face. Long story short, after arriving promptly at 11:30pm we didn't actually get in until 2am. But from there, it was well worth the wait.

We were first taken into a room and basically told the rules. Something about don't smoke or touch any of the actors and they won't touch you. (Riiiiiiight) The next 45 minutes consisted of non-stop spooks and scares around every corner. I tightly gripped Kristi's hand as we moved forward and a ghoul came at me saying I smelled like a poptart. (I think he was cleverly calling me a "tart" however.)  I cowered and looked away. Hidden windows flew open and hands darted out at us. Watch guards sprang from behind buses when you were expecting them from another direction. Prisoners heckled you with arms reaching out behind bars from mazes where you can't quite stay out of their grasp. Smoke machines filled a long hallway where more prisoners dressed in black and eerie orange randomly lined the walls unconstrained and your only question was who was going to approach you. By this time, I had latched my paws onto Nat and he practically had to pull me through this hallway. As suspected, the final man lurched towards me and though I was expecting it, I leaped so high in the air with yelp I almost fell when I landed. (It didn't help that the guy actually did run into me.) We passed through the hospital area where a crazed mad scientist type sniffed us and screeched our blood types while a body lay abandoned on the surgery table. Next up, an all too calm dentist glared at us and aimed his drill. The next room smelled burnt and we viewed decomposing corpses.

The 3-D room was my favorite. Florescent paint splattered black sheets lined the walls and hands grabbed at us. Again, they weren't supposed to touch us, but one actually knocked my glasses off. Next up was the pitch black area. We were given flashlights but mine wasn't working. I mostly just closed my eyes at this point, buried my face in Nat's back and held on as he led the way. I did open them in time to see body hanging at an angle that no body should ever be in reach out and grab Nat. I think he squealed in delight.

Four hours total travel time, two hour line and forty-five minutes of Haunted House fun equaled a total blast when mixed with such great friends!!! We hit up a Waffle House around 4:30am on the way back and ordered plenty of carbs and hot chocolate to thaw out. We didn't find our way back to Annapolis until 6:30 in the morning. Well past my bed time even in my crazy years, but I'd do it all over again next year!

Monday, October 26, 2009

Haiku Monday

Wine with boot camp girls.
Family in Cobb Island.
Two scary movies.



I know the point of Haiku Monday is to wrap up the weekend quickly, but I feel this one needs a short explanation. Friday night, I popped over to my friend Faiths place. She was having happy hour at her house and several ladies I know from taking a boot camp class at the gym were there. We consumed LOTS of wine.  If there had been a napkin, I would have written down that Anonymous said "Wait to sleep with him until you can't wait any longer." Those may or may not be my words to live by.

Saturday night my whole family drove to Cobb Island for a family function. Loved it.

Sunday, I had a costume conference with Kristen and Judd. Things are sizing up nicely for our Chrissy, Janet and Jack, Three's Company outfits! I borrowed Coraline from her thinking it would be something nice to unwind too after Nat and I got back from viewing Paranormal Activity. Let's just say, I'm not sure which movie spooked me more!

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Night Notes on Tuesdays

Is that title to imply I was out and about on a Tuesday night consuming alcoholic beverages? I can not tell a lie. I was hunkering down on the couch with my love gearing up for a night of Food Network and snuggling when I received a text message from a friend who needed a stiff drink. We changed our clothes swift-like and popped up the street to the Irish Pub. The following occurred:


Fado 10/20/09

Julie: I passed up.
Jud: Passed up?...Oh, like passed up on consciousness?
Julie:...Yeah!

Nat: We might even get to the point where we have to drink that Cherry Pucker!
Jud: AH HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!

Kristen: I hope my boob tastes like that.

Kristen: Julie and I didn't like each other at first.
Julie: And then we did, and then we didn't, and then we did again.

Bubble Gum and Pineapple




Love you K!

Monday, October 19, 2009

Haiku Monday!

Eastern State Penitentiary



The bone chilling rain
added to the effect of
Philly's Haunted House



http://www.easternstate.org/halloween/


Thursday, October 15, 2009

Books

Last night I opened the cover to a new novel and was greeted with the opening (paraphrased) paragraph.

"Mary and Katharine had reached a point in the evening from whence there was no return. They had half a bottle of Tanqueray. They had limes. Plenty of ice. The hell of it was, they were out of tonic water." **

Does that not just make your heart smile? Before I got any further into the book I realized it was 11 and Chelsea Lately was coming on so I summoned Nat to the couch so against his will. It was then that Chelsea commented that her next book was coming out soon!!! Not only do I love Chelsea and her shoes, but her books are hilarious!

I awoke to a damp, dark morning and wanted nothing more than to stay snuggled in pajamas and read all day. The chill had the exact same feel as it did when I was a kid and would wake up before everyone on a Saturday and settle back into bed with a Beverly Cleary or Judy Blume number and later RL Stine and Christopher Pike.

My reading has been put on hiatus this summer because I got involved in The Count of Monte Cristo, swore I wouldn't read anything else until I finished and then halfway into it got stuck. Kristen  and Nat are both not pleased with me. I'll finish it one day I promise, but in the mean time, it's nice to get back to having a non-stop leisurely read handy. (Just finished a biography on Stephen King.)

What are you guys reading?

(In the mean time, I'm going to go ahead and click the "lackluster" button below this post for you. I know its a boring one. My apologies.) (But seriously, has anyone else noticed how fabulous Chelsea Handlers shoes are?)


** Little Bitty Lies, by Mary Kay Andrews

Monday, October 12, 2009

Haiku Monday

Hocus Pocus Witch!
Sarah and Noah visit.
Me and Stephen King.


Young Noah, almost crawling!

















You know the drill. What did you guys do this weekend?

Sunday, October 11, 2009

1994 called...

It wants its plaid back. Seriously. Last month after purchasing a purple sweater I was forced against my will to buy a plaid shirt because every other article of clothing in the entire mall was plaid patterned. I like my trends. I wore ponchos 5 years ago when they were available in every material for 5 seasons straight. (I think it lasted 2 winters.) I wore the hell out of some groucho pants until they had fuzz balls on them before I gave them up. I even wore platform shoes in the late 90's. But this plaid phenomenon has gone far enough! While I can appreciate it for what it is, form fitting and much more polished than when paired with a Kurt Cobain t-shirt, it's still plaid, its still  country and I don't need one for everyday of the week to wear with my express editor pants and pumps. Why must every store insist on carrying 18 different cuts and colors of this trend? Plus, it's only been 15 years since it was in style the first time. I feel 30 years minimum need to pass before improving and bringing back something.

Don't even get me started on not being able to find a sweater that doesn't involve a turtle neck. Just don't.

Did someone say Vera Bradley? I'm filled with rage and must change away from the topic of fashion. (though V. Bradley is one of the most diabolically, puzzling, monstrosities of trends I have ever witnessed. Will it please die? Since when are the amish setting the style standard?!?!?! I shutter at the thought of mixing plaid with that quilt shit and you know I'm going to see it and it's going to send me into state of panic and anger and convulsions of hatred for people who don't know who to match because I thought we all learned not to mix patterns when we five unless we were Carrie Bradshaw in which we can mix and match and flash our bra-straps and halter tops all over town to our hearts content while wearing leg warmers, stilettos and a fanny pack and still make it work, and further who does this "Vera" think she is, using the name of a reputable designer. There. I've said it.... What was I talking about?)

Anyway, my cuz over at Go Redskins Go God Dammit and I had a very informative video chat when he mentioned the miracles of vitamin B-1 in association to hangover prevention. You heard it here first. Not only does cuz rocket around in a gold jet pack with a matching gold necklace because he's a busy guy, he's also a pharmacy student so you know he's a reputable source. If you have any doubts, have no fear. I'll be testing out his tried and true theory just to be certain I'm passing along valid information. I almost got good and liquored up tonight for the sole purpose of being able to post tomorrow with a full scientific report, but since I didn't have any drinking buddies available at short notice to act as a control so we will just have to wait. But believe me. Cuz wouldn't steer anyone wrong, particularly on the topic of abusing enjoying an alcoholic beverage.

Good night all. Looking forward to Haiku Monday!

Friday, October 9, 2009

Night Notes at Their Best...

I found this gem of a Night Note in a notebook last night and had to share. I mean, what is better than a bunch of friends drawing up official documents to be signed and agreed upon while readily consuming large quantities of liquor? Exactly. Only good can come from it. Ish.


Harry Browne's 6/8/07

This eighth day of June, 2007, *Kristen Saunders, Matt Johnson and Patrick Noble agree that the two losers of the game of scrabble which is to be played Saturday, June 9th 2007 will run 1 naked lap around State Circle. *See Addendum.

If any party gets arrested, all other parties will bail the arrested out.

Signed this 8th Day of June 2007.

Kristen Saunders

Matt Johnson

Patrick Noble

Addendum to Contract
Run takes place on St. Johns grounds, at a date to be agreed upon by both losing parties...Winner pays for drinks of both losing parties pre naked-run.

Addendum #2
If paparazzi is present at the site of the bet, the nakedness is off. No advertising, No bar people and NO cameras or video.

Addendum #2
Official Scrabble rules apply.




And a little commentary from me. I'd like to point out that I was not involved in the above participation part of this contract. Based on the fact that the actual written copy seems to be mostly in my handwriting, it might be a safe bet that I was an instigator. MIGHT. I am not taking responsibility however. I'd also like it noted that I'm pleased it's clear we can think reasonably while intoxicated as we changed the location from circling the freeking State House where cameras would be sure to capture this debauchery and further, we made sure everyone was covered in the event of an arrest. I love my friends.




*Last names changed to protect guilty parties.

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

It's Wednesday...

So, Nat and I are brainstorming martini ideas for his new job. While reading the history of the Manhattan to him the following conversation occurred.

Julie: ...Whiskers? Did I just say whiskers? I meant bitters.
Nat: I knew what you meant.
Julie: Maybe I should put mine wine glass down.
Nat: NO! We're drinking!

Monday, October 5, 2009

Night Notes at Treaty

When will I learn alcoholic beverages after intense workouts don't mix? I spent the morning doing a boot camp style workout with my friend Faith at Quiet Waters park on Saturday. After a lazy afternoon  I got my already sore muscles moving again and decided to go meet Newman and friends at Treaty for an innocent wine.  The weather was unseasonably warm and I had a hard time deciding on shoes but ultimately, I said, "Hi guys," when I choose these.


I mean, obviously, they do need a proper greeting.

So anyway, my shoes and I hobbled, strutted a couple of blocks down the brick sidewalks to meet and greet. I truly planned to have one little drink before heading back to my place for dinner with Mel.

Unfortunately, as best as I can remember, I forgot to eat something before I left. Then Newman left before Mel arrived. Luckily, Ian and all his friends were still there so I casually ordered another Chardonnay. I'm assuming Ian had a friend named AJ because that's the only way I can explain a Night Note reference on my napkin! WHAT?! This was supposed to be a mellow evening. Not night note worthy. Let's just get to the notes and then I'll explain the anti-climatic conclusion of this short night.





Treaty of Paris 10-2-2009


"I love drinking in Annapolis. It feels like home." AJ

"I wanna offended. But I'm not." Jul

"I met this incredible liberal bitch." Ian

"If drinking alcoholic ice tea is wrong, I don't want to be right." Julie Anonymous

HARD CORE WEEDS $#%!

How did we end up drinking Jeremiah's sweet tea in a super size shot glass with ice cubes and straws on a classy wine night? Why were we discussing Weeds when the season finale was weeks ago? I can assure you I have no intelligent answer to this, but it would appear I was quite confident in my decision making skills at the time. With every intention of being small spenders, it's also a wonder Mel and I discarded our idea of dinner at my place to indulge in sushi at Joss. But really, who can blame us?

So I have dimly lit, blurry memories of Aji Ponzu, Spring Rolls, Seared Torro, Tuna/Avacado rolls and I doubt I need to mention that last glass of wine. With a March Savannah trip in the works, we walked back to my house where I apparently posted a little tweet and slipped into a deep slumber.  My only explanation for this behavior is being dehydrated from my workout.

For the record, Sunday I was productive. I don't want any misconceptions that I frequently go antique shopping, but I had been meaning to check out a certain shop near my house and finally did. Grabbed some groceries, made banana bread, then fixed lunch for Nat. Very much against my will, we spent the afternoon watching Shawshank Redemption, which I grudgingly had to admit was good. I'm not saying I liked or enjoyed it, but it was a good movie. See? I'm not a drunk.

Haiku Monday...

As always, my Friday, Saturday, Sunday, weekend breakdown.


Good book, couch and wine.
Workout, hot shoes, drinks with friends.
Shawshank Redemption.


Now, I know you want to share your weekends with me 5-7-5 style!

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Happy and Horrible

There are few things aside from drinking, impromptu expensive shopping sprees and one night stands that can make you feel really good and really bad at the same time. Today unfortunately I'm not going to write about something so light hearted. I'm going to touch on a sensitive topic and be serious, but I'll get back to your regularly expected cheerful posting next time. Promise. Plus, I'll even drop a funny unrelated confession at the end of this so you'll know there is light at the end of the tunnel.

Getting down to business. On Saturday, I spent the afternoon with the Grandmother of mine that I've always been closest. She just had some serious surgery and this was my first opportunity to check in, spend some quality time and generally speaking catch up. We had a perfect afternoon drinking iced tea and telling stories. She's doing so much better and I'm so relieved.  I had a good hour drive back to Annapolis, but I was in such a good mood and it was just starting to get dark that I thought there was no reason why I don't pay a surprise visit to my other Grandmother. She is in assisted living about 5 minutes away and I knew it would brighten her day. It was pretty rainy and dreary out when I got in my car and I almost decided to skip it but something told me not to shrug my visit off.

I cruised through the Mc Donald's drive-thru for a chocolate shake because she's always loved her sweet treats. So pleased with myself I was as I skipped through the rain into her building. I entered the common area to see melancholy ladies in wheel chairs and on couches with vacant stairs on their faces, and old timey music softly playing on the sound system. I gulped and remembered why I don't come often. I scanned the sea of white hair and spotted the Grandmother that belonged to me. Weaving through the  crowd, ladies questioningly eyed me. "Hi Grandma," I said as cheerfully as possible!  She slowly raised her head and her bored expression absolutely lit up. I presented her with her shake and she was absolutely overwhelmed. As quickly as her face cheered, it melted into dismay. Emotional over my visit she put her hand to her heart and guilt seared through mine. So many times I pass by without going in thinking she won't remember anyway. Or it's too depressing. On one occasion dropping her off, I was pulled aside by a 90-something who asked me to help her "escape by nightfall." This night I took my Grandmother's arthritis curled hand and wished my own were warmer to help sooth her curved fingers.

Confusion set in that I wont elaborate on, but to distract her I asked her if she would like me to paint her finger nails. Her face quickly brightened again and I wheeled her to the kitchen area. We passed a lady weeping about her father on a bench, and another talking to herself or possibly her reflection in a window. I asked Grandma if she remembered when I used to paint her nails all the time. One summer about 9 years ago shortly after my Grandfather died, she spent a lot of time at our house and I often painted her nails to pass the time. I just hate myself for not spending more hours talking and having her tell me stories while she could like I do with my other Grandmother. Instead, I was too involved counting the hours until my Mom would get home so I could dart off to my asshole boyfriend of the time. But this night, she sat sipping her shake while I slowly painted her nails with precision as the others watched in envy.  One lady swooped (slowly) in and helped herself to the shake while watching the manicure. It was OK because my Grandmother had had her fill anyway, and the lady grunted and slurped and said, "Hmm. Yeah, good," so I saw no harm in it if it would make her happy too. (I did verify with the nurses there were no dietary restrictions being violated.) Another lady randomly took off her shirt exposing...well, you know. I was told sundown was a tough time of day and that residents often get confused and depressed.

Grandma said I looked pretty and I told her I'd recently been to a wedding in Maine. She said she had been to Maine and was I going to get married? I told her yes maybe but he would have to ask me first, and she found this to be very amusing and hid her head in her arm and laughed. I laughed too and all too soon I was finished and had run out of words to say.

My point is that it was so bittersweet. I curse myself for not paying more visits. My Mom told me on Monday how surprised and happy my Grandmother told her she was that I had stopped in. As uncomfortable as it is to go, and as easy as it is to just pass by, it's beyond selfish to do so. My Grandmother ran a household raising four children, and 7 grandchildren and my thanks is to brush her off because it's awkward?

If you're still reading, I beg you to visit your Grandparents while you still can, no matter how depressing it may be. At the end of the day, we go on to our beaches and bars and festivals and friends and they've done all that. They're staying where we've put them and are left with the help to entertain them. I in no way mean to preach or tell others they are bad for not visiting or be self-riotous in any way,  I just realized I thankfully have a chance to do better. I can't make up for what I haven't done, but I realized how much a little gesture makes a big impact.

As suspected, my tear stained face no longer has humor left to write, but I consciously wrote my confession ahead of time, so go ahead and have a laugh (hopefully) at my expense!

Confession Time!!!!


Is it just me, or is that Miley Cyrus, “Party in the USA” song, like really catchy? I made it a point last Christmas after she butchered Mariah Carrey’s “All I Want for Christmas” to go out of my way to dislike her, but then I got into Twitter, and then Miley filmed a movie in Savannah, Georgia, and I accidentally may have popped over to take a quick look at her tweets once or twice, (or maybe the whole time she was there) and then I decided, perhaps she’s not so bad after all, but I’m not going to go buying any cd’s or watching Hannah Montana or anything, but instead I’ll just not express extreme displeasure every time I hear her name anymore, and then this song kept playing on the radio, and I didn’t know who it was, but I knew that once I had felt nervous, but then that Jay Z song came on and I put my hands up and the butterflies flew away, and that was before I knew it was her, so when I found out finally, it was too late to turn back and stop liking it. Are you nodding your head like yeah?





Monday, September 28, 2009

Haiku Monday

The official breakdown of Friday, Saturday and Sunday.



Shopaholic night.
Two Grandmothers. Both alright.
Sunday, mellow love.

Sunday, September 27, 2009

The Bar Harbor Wrap-Up

So we last left off at getting ready for the wedding. I really had no idea what to expect, but it ended up being exactly what I want in a wedding played out before my very eyes! We arrived to Acadia park and walked to a cliff overlooking the water and a fast approaching sunset. The ceremony was five minutes long, and attended by 17 people before we were off to a fancy dinner, with plenty of wine and musical duo with string style instruments!


(This works. They may not want their photo's up, so you get the idea!)






The next day Nat and I left the bikes at the Cleftstone Manor, but drove back to Cadillac Mountain for some beautiful hiking. The afternoon consisted of a sailboat ride with Patrick and Erin and the rest of the wedding guests. Nat had previously set his sights on a sweet leather jacket which he meant to pick up before the sailboat trip, but we ran out of time. He complained bitterly the whole time about his cold neck and everybody blamed me, which I don't really think was fair.


This just makes me realize how small we really are.


I bet you had no idea I was like so totally extreme, right?


This was our last night and after packing up Patrick's house, we walked back downtown with everyone to get ice cream. Except, I'm not really into ice cream so I just posed with this lobster and then we went and ate one more!


That lobster was trying to get fresh with me.

Friday, September 25, 2009

How could I forget about Haiku Monday?!?!

That whole driving for 14 hours thing I suppose. Here goes.

Mainely Maine

Mountains, bikes and boats.
Every hour with my love.
Let's never go back.


I plan to post a few vacation pics and finish the tail of our adventures tonight after a little hot yoga and final house re-organization after the big trip.

Leave me your Haikus!

Saturday, September 19, 2009

Night Notes in Bar Harbor

After consuming about eight thousand calories yesterday morning, Nat and I grabbed our bikes and hopped on a bus to Acadia National Park. It was a little brisk for my taste but the park was beautiful, there were wide trails and we even hiked up some wicked rocks for a killer view at one point. Not scary at all.

Later that day, after high tea with the rest of the guests we went to Cafe This Way for dinner. I'll be posting pictures later but beg you to understand how they probably wont do the place justice. It was like eating in a library slash art gallery slash garage. And that's a good thing. We had a bottle of Riesling with scallops and lobster penne. To die for.

We then met up with Patrick, Erin and her brothers, who can I just say were hilarious? So hilarious, that Night Notes took place!

Finback 09-18-09

"Wear socks. If your feet are warm, you're good!"
"The shit is wicked wrong."
"Cosmic shooting. It's wicked."
"She makes a wicked breakfast."
"I'm wicked stupid."
"This alcohol is so good."

Clearly, the joke of the night was the fact that all the locals up here say that everything is "wicked."  Other observations about the people up here are that there are a lot of year-round hippies, plenty of tourists and absolutely NO cultural diversity unless you count the Russians who come to work the summers. It's really odd. Most of the people who live here were just wearing sweatshirts at the bar last night, but one girl had on a black peacoat, shorts and flip flops. Don't even get me started. Just don't. This girl later pointed our group out to her male friend that his "posse" was over there, and wasn't he going to say hi? He did eventually come to say hello to Patrick. I didn't really appreciate her tone however and can't imagine why she didn't like us while we obnoxiously said "wicked" a lot and stopped using our "r's." She may have also felt Erin and I boring judgmental looks her way in reference to her outfit. Go figure. "This baaa is wicked stoooopid." Riiight.

Almost time to get ready for Patrick and Erin's wedding!!!!!!!

Friday, September 18, 2009

Whales and Puffins? Not exactly...

Oh my goodness, it's 8:30 am and that woman is making something delicious smelling for breakfast again! You sign up on the sign in sheet the day before around here, but I don't recall what it is we'll be having. Some sort of quiche and apple-oat pancakes I think. This big, warm bed that holds my love is also holding me, but we need to get up for some nourishment before our big day of biking! I'm a little nervous about the temperature. It's so hard to believe just a couple of weeks ago it was 100 degrees way back in Maryland, and yesterday we were bundled up in winter garb.

Speaking of yesterday, that was the big Whale boat ride day. Rest assured, we said "I'm on a boat!!!!" obnoxiously the whole time Andy Samberg style. We were told once on the boat, puffins were gone for the season and so were most of the whales. I was bummed that I wasn't going to be able to say, "PUFFINNNN!" and lot, and if you don't know where that reference comes from, oh but I think you do, I'm not going to incriminate myself to bad reality tv. And by bad I mean so good. (Totally, TOTALLY unrelated, I'm so glad Hank Baskett has a place to play for a while. Stupid Michael Vick. GRRRR!) What was I saying? Oh yeah, so there were no puffins, but in search of whales we went. It wasn't a huge success, but in the end a little Minke whale was spotted. It wasn't pleased at the myriad of paparazzi cameras aimed at him and would only pop up for a few seconds at a time. Let's just say I wish I'd taken a picture of the people taking pictures. Some serious camera's were out there. We also saw several dolphins, a cute seal and a shark!!! He came really close to the boat. After all the excitement, it was too cold to stay outside and I popped in for my first hot choc of the season. Seems all the commotion wore out everyone else too because I counted 15 people sleeping inside. At one point, one of them was even Nat! At the end of the cruise, we were told since they guarantee whale sightings, we would get free vouchers to come back.

After that, it was LOBSTER TIME! We picked the restaurant based on the wine list because Nat wanted a Chablis. I was adorned in a plastic bib that said, "Let's get to cracking!" Nat was too cool for his. I thought I looked good with my bib, Bar Harbor, sweatshirt and camera. Not to touristy at all....riiiight.  But seriously, my first lobster experience went well. I loved it!

I'm off to make myself presentable for breakfast!

Thursday, September 17, 2009

A quick update

Yeah. It's cold here. Like cold cold. One of the best parts about staying at a B&B is the breakfast. I'm currently in bed smelling blueberry pancakes. We're on the first floor and the warm scent of syrup is wafting under the door. I keep kicking Nat but he's not having it just yet. The lady who owns this place is a fantastic cook and recommended a lovely place for dinner last night. Each outfitted in our brand new winter coats, we headed out after an extended high tea with treats and mingling with the rest of the crowd here for more seafood. Lobster bisque, clam chowder, ect.

I've gotta get this fellow up but here's a quick list of highlights.

1. The fact that we're in the off season, shops are getting ready to close and everything is 50% off.
2. Chatting with a shop owner after determining the locals aren't so friendly and he says, "Bar Harbor, the dogs are nice, and the people are rude."
3. The sixty plus lady at tea yesterday who said, "Well you always have to have alcohol!" Where was my night note?
4. Realizing that at tea, nobody was drinking the tea and coffee available. They were drinking their own wine and or spirits.  Average age 60 and awesome! I loved it.
5. Must get up for homemade mouthwatering smelling breakfast for nourishment for our Whale Cruise today!
6. What I'm not going to mention is Nat's possible run-in  with the law that may or may not have happened after Monday night's seemingly impromptu bachelor party night with Patrick. What I will say, is that if this occurrence did happen, which I'm not saying it did, he probably got off *Scott free, aside from getting called out about it by that sweet couple who shared wine with us yesterday. Again, this is all speculation.....

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Bar Harbor Begins

Nat and I both admitted to having nerves before starting our 12 hour drive to Maine last night around 9:30 pm. We hit the road with "The Count of Monte Cristo" on the ipod, and sped into the night. By 4am we were rolling along a winding strip in Rhode Island and saw a bright orange shooting start streak across the sky. We cruised past Boston with a pink backdrop as the sun rose around 6am and I briefly regretted our decision not to stay a few days. By 9am we were well into Maine and anticipating an early arrival.  I can't be sure what went wrong from there, but exhausted and fueled only by non-organic sausage egg and cheese biscuits, things went very awry. We *Mainely meandered those last hours pointing out the cleverly punned names of establishments and counting the lobster pounds.

Upon arrival we unloaded the bags in a daze, marveled our fantastic room briefly and I climbed under a plethora of cool sheets, blankets and mounds of pillows. Bed never felt so good. Nat was considering going for a bike ride but I convincingly suggested he pop into bed for a half an hour for a nap with me first. Once in bed he smiled, sighed, snuggled up and snored. I didn't mind one bit. No nap in the history of (three hour) naps has ever been so good.

Awaking refreshed, we popped downtown stunned at how clear the water was and our luck that it was 72 degrees! There are jewelry shops with amber and wire work. Tourmaline stones and art in every store. Hemp products and signs asking the hippies to enter from the side doors. Bikers with backpacks and locals with dogs. Ice cream, coffee shops and lobster joints on every corner. We picked out our whale trip, checked out wine stores and spied Patrick drive by right as we were deciding where to head for dinner. After meeting up at his house, the three of us opted for bar seats at a restaurant whose cool garden twinkled with christmas lights and grabbed a beer and dinner. Two words. Seafood Risotto. YUM!

Walking back to the car Patrick pointed out the Criterion, a classic movie theatre from the 30's where we'll be seeing an opera on Thursday! I'm settled back at the B&B, (trying to not be spooked!) and actually enjoying the crisp feel in the air. The boys are out being boys and catching up and I plan to get to work on my homework reading if I can just stay awake.

More later and apologies for any typos! Did I mention I'm happily exhausted?

Monday, September 14, 2009

Camera Karma

Did I mention Nat and I are going on a road trip? In preparation of our Bar Harbor adventure, I purchased a new camera. Unfortunately, I didn't get it until last Thursday and didn't have an opportunity to go on a quest of picturesque worthy objects until my Sunday morning walk, when to my dismay, nothing was photograph worthy. I walked past flower gardens that are normally bright and vibrant, but were dull and faded this morning. I passed by sail boats that are normally lined in perfect harmony, but this time they looked all a clutter. I couldn't risk taking a bad first shot and condemning myself to a relationship with my Canon of bad photographs. It would be rude to her and me! I would not let my camera karma be tainted!
So no pictures to show for my efforts yet, however this is what I look like with my new toy.

Haiku Monday

Vacation Anticipation

Shopping and Packing.
When in doubt, bring it along.
Visions of lobster.



Now leave me yours!

Sunday, September 13, 2009

Chilly and Pierre... Part II

I am trying to pack for vacation, but these two won't act right. They think packing is a game. I was really about to stop procrastinating and get down to business. Because I have to try on everything, they think they have to too. Sigh.

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Night Notes on Sunday

With a three day weekend, one birthday, one engagement, and one set of newly straightened teeth upon us; Mel, Kristen and I decided Sunday night was the night for our celebrations. We started at my house over a bottle of wine, Mel's Birthday fun and Kristen's new ring while ooohing and aaaahing at my invisiline free teeth before we walked out the door, wandered the downtown streets for a bit and eventually settled on old faithful. Harry Browne's.



The following was found on the Night Notes the next day:


Kristen: It was those magical bar pretzels.
Anonymous: This is not going to be good for the one night stand I'm about to engage in.
Anonymous: You googled "Weed in the aerogarden?!?!"
Kristen: You know why? Because we're drunks.
9-6-09 --The death of HB's
Mel- Consider it tattood.
All- Shots to lots of sex.
Kristen- You're using it as an excuse because you feel bad!
"We operate as a single unit."
Jud: GLAUCOMAAAAAAA!!!!!!!
Jeff Vito: Do you want another shot?
Kristen: We had several.
Julie: I hate it when Nats right. Eat these pretzels and it doesn't count.
Anonymous: I'm full of pretzel and vodka.
Kristen: I'm not sure, but I'm offended.
Danny: Harry Browne's. Happy Browne's. What do you want now?
I also found a part two which not only noted the new bartender "Edly" as saying something humorous, but Mel saying "Cheers mother-f%#$ers."

It goes without saying Mel, Kristen and I were hating life yesterday, but Sunday was a fantastic night! Love you girls!!!!

Monday, September 7, 2009

Haiku Monday

Well, I can't technically do the weekend haiku wrap-up since it's Labor Day and we're still weekending it up, but I want to stick with Monday. Leave me your haiku too!



Still shots with Cheryl.
Sipping champagne, walks and talks.
Plant shopping sisters.




  My beautiful sister!

Saturday, September 5, 2009

Nothing like a friendly competition...

Last Saturday before my morning walk, I cooked up a nice poached egg. I think I may have mentioned a few months ago how I was trying to perfect this cooking method. My friend Ben is also a huge fan of the poached egg which stems from our love of the Ramshead Tavern Bloody Mary Sunday brunch. I recently found out from his wife, my Bol'er Mel, that he now owned an egg poacher and was poaching away. This particular morning, I sent this picture via text to the Martin cellulars.

The response I received a half an hour later was:
Maybe one day you'll make it to the big league!
                                            
The nerve!!!!!! How dare he upstage me double egg style? However, I strongly feel he's cheating by using the the poacher. I mean, I slave away stirring at just the right speed to make sure everything works out correctly. Plus, check out my melty cheese and fresh cracked pepper. I can't determine who the winner is at this time.
But as I was saying, I was getting ready to go for a walk. The following things occurred to me on said walk. 
1. I want to bring back groucho pants.
2. I need an elaborate plan to make friends with those 40 somethings a few streets over who are drinking beer and chilled summer wine, all condensation like, on their porches while its 90 degrees outside at 2:30 in the afternoon. 
3. My current goals are a house, a writing career and a German Shepherd puppy who picks me from his hiding spot underneath a parked car. 
I also came across this flower and fellow.
                                              
When I was a just a girl growing up in Waldorf, Maryland, my best friend and I would catch those moths and smear their wings across that type of flower so it would sparkle...I didn't harass the little guy this time and I know he was thankful of his fate.

Monday, August 31, 2009

Haiku Monday

I can't pretend I'm going to be daily. Monday's are particularly busy but I can strive to update you with a weekly post accounting for my weekend. In 17 syllables. (Plus, I just really love Haikus.)


Comfy, couch class time.
Hot summer walks. Hitchcock night.
Chair paint. Snuggle-fest.

And now for more fun. Please share your Haiku with me.

Friday, August 28, 2009

The Need to Cry and "I'm on a boat."

The tears couldn't wait. I didn't want to be crazy crying chick in the car. It was overcast, but I snatched my sunglasses out of my purse to shield my eyes as my lip quivered and salty water spilled down my cheeks. The higher education gods had shot me down yet again. So that's not entirely true. Being the last minute person I am, I'd registered for my creative writing class last week, not realizing payment was due immediately. So when I was emailed at 5:20 pm that the school had dropped me from the class, my emotions got away from me and I couldn't handle the let down.

Not one to cry often, when I do, I make it a good one. Blubbering my whole 10 minute drive home, I plotted my plan of attack. How to release this brewing tantrum. Should I go for an angry run? Throw things? Have a relaxing soak in the tub with a bottle of vodk--I mean wine. By the time I parked my car and slammed the door satisfyingly loud, I decided a nice steamy shower sob would suffice. Nat would be upstairs in the loft. I'd verify we didn't need to be anywhere, then escape to the shower to wail away. I stomped into our house barely containing my cries.

"WHAT'S UP WOMAN?!?!" (That's what he says.)

No answer.

"Hey are you coming up here?"

I knew if I spoke a single word, all would be lost. Suddenly, from a female voice.

"Hello. Nat's mother is here." I heard the proverbial record screech.

"Hi," I choked out.

"We're watching Rachel Ray."

"Oh... I love her." (To myself. $%&#!!!!) How was I going to cry now?!?! I slinked away to our bedroom, gently shut the door, sat in the middle of the bed, pulled the blanket over my body, hugged my knees and utterly sobbed, huge heaving sobs into my legs. Quietly that is. I knew I didn't have long. I'd have to pull it together. That thought only made me cry harder. A couple minutes later, the door opened. He sat on the bed and put his arms around me before asking what was wrong. Explaining the situation, I sort of felt silly, but he knows my desire to finish my BA. Wiping my mascara stained cheeks, he informed me my ring tone on his new phone was now "Im on a Boat." (Waaaait for it.) There was no way I couldn't laugh at that.

So I pulled it together, washed my face then showed it. His Mom understood my need for a good cry. And like a kid who gets ice cream after skinning their knee, Nat took us for sushi.

The next day I was able to re-enroll into the class.

Sunday, August 23, 2009

Couches and Condos

Leaving Pierre Bear and Chilly Willy to their shenanigans, I headed south to meet my parents in order to pick up a couch at my Grandmother's house in Waldorf. I knew it wouldn't be quite my style but I had determined I needed a love seat for our loft approximately 10 minutes after I decided to put myself on a strict budget. Luckily, my Mom mentioned a spare couch shortly thereafter, yadda, yadda. Things clearly fell into place. Plus, the couch perfectly matches my wine (go figure) colored curtains and is extra comfy.

Anyway, back in Annapolis Nat, my parents and I spent the afternoon looking at condos for sale because they were a block away and then had dinner at El Torro Bravo. Fantastic fun. Not as much fun as these two clearly had...


Introducing, Pierre Bear and Chilly Willy!


I came downstairs this morning to find these two drinking a bottle of Pinot Noir and discussing global warming along with their fantasy football leagues.

"Isn't it a little early for that," I asked?

Pierre Bear scoffed at me and took a drag from his cigarette.

"Newman was right. She is the fun police," was his reply.

"I'm gonna write that down," said Chilly laughing.

"Is that Night Note on a Napkin," demanded incredulously?!?!

Saturday, August 22, 2009

Judgie Wudgie was a Bear...

And I want all my little bears to judge me. Am I Glamorous? Riveting? Lackluster? I can handle the truth. Or can I? You be the (ahem) judge.

Friday, August 21, 2009

Deep philosophical conversations with Julie

It's been brought to my attention this week that I have absurd conversations with my friends. This is normal right?

Wednesday, April and I indulged in our second Virtual Wine night which includes and is limited to drinking wine while staring at our own faces in the screen, complaining we look stupid and repeatedly readjusting the lights, angle of our computers and hair styles. Topics this night included:

  1. April and Danny's Trip to Seattle
  2. My Meltdown
  3. Fraggle Rock
  4. Nancy's questionable decision to marry Esteban (I'm displeased with this), and how Alanis Morrissette is actually kind of likable on Weeds.
  5. An in depth and thorough Google investigation as to whether or not Ilsa Fischer and Amy Adams are the same person. After a good 35 minutes we concluded that they may in fact be different, but if the magic 8 ball was to make the final determination then it "Cannot predict now."
In an odd turn of events, for once, we did not discuss Kendra Wilkinson's poor ponytail hairstyle decisions. I'm confident it will be on the agenda for next time.

I was happy to hear from my dear cuz Brandon early this evening. He was making the drive to the beach. Our topics included:

  1. School
  2. Fish so big a cast iron skillet weighing over 4 tons would need to be delicately placed over a volcano to fry them.
  3. Neither of us have the means to determine the difference between 1 ton and 4 tons...or 10 tons.
  4. Those who abuse Facebook Status updating.
  5. Advantages vs. disadvantages to staying in with friends as opposed to boozing at bars.
We did not discuss martial arts, gyms, or sushi happy hours. This time.

Via email, Kristen and I discussed The Night she used her Pancakes as a Pillow because she was so tired and the fact that we must have done something extraordinarily fabulous the previous night for such a development happen, though neither of us can recall what. From there we both admitted though anxiously awaiting the arrival of our Hello Cupcake! books, neither of us have any desire to consume said future creations. She then pointed out our tendency to do odd things such as the day we purchased Harrison Ford style hats out of the men's section at Burlington coat factory with every intention of single handedly making them 2007's next big fashion trend. There's no need to tell how well that turned out or the fact that we went through an odd phase where we were obsessed with hanging out at Apple Bee's drinking Margarita's with Billy Joel even though I loath, hate and despise chain restaurants.

I can only hope my discussion with somebody soon will involve my love for run-on sentences.

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Relaxation followed by Meltdown City

Extra hours in the day? I was fortunate to come by them this past week. With my boss on vacation, I spent a little less time in the office than normal and take advantage of this time I did.

Every morning I went for heart pumping bike rides. Mostly because I'm just getting up the nerve to get off the sidewalk and onto the shoulder like a real cyclist and it's terrifying. You just hope nobody hits you. So far so good though! During said rides, I saw the same father/daughter duo with their blond labs, a 30 something fellow in airwalks with a long frizzy pony tail, and a father with two sons team kayaking every morning. Fresh cut grass never smelled better.

Another scene of the play is nearly complete. My blog was well-tended. I had healthy substantial lunches and light dinners every night. (Sans the two evenings Nat and I followed up dinner with "Julie and Julia", and "Harry Potter" with a side of popcorn, cherry coke AND reeses pieces. Oops. Though we did have time for extra non-gym related exercise! Blush!) My herb garden was visited and cared for everyday. My book shelves are organized. The floors are scrubbed and the laundry is up to date. My head was filled with thoughts of story lines, photography inspiration, recipes, and decorating ideas instead of the normal internal struggles of forcing myself to the stuffy gym followed by talking myself out of dusting or the like when I got home.

Last night we went to dinner, had a bottle of wine and met some friends at Sly Fox. Lovely. Well, until I had a full blown meltdown upon returning home. I blame it on ...well me. Nat was nothing but patient even if he didn't tell me exactly what I wanted to hear. On the bright side, biking through downtowns million dollar homes has been inspirational on many levels. And I officially registered for Creative Writing. FINALLY. Three credits towards the Bachelors Degree...

Sunday, August 16, 2009

Three's Company Night



Mel and I knocked on Kristen and Jud's door at about 7pm last night. Bottle of wine in hand and ready for a night of research. Costume research that is. Two weekends ago and over a year after Kristen, Jud and I lived together, it dawned on us that we were totally Three's Company. Even more odd:

Jack, Janet, Chrissy
Jud, Julie, Kristen

It's like it was our destiny to be them for Halloween. Mel is on board for Mrs. Roper, but it's going to take some convincing for Ben to be the Mr. In a fortunate turn of events, Jenkins not only will make an excellent Larry Dallas, but he just so happened to have several seasons of Three's Company on DVD. And so. another theme night, and another napkin were born...

(night noting)


Three's Company Night

It smells oddly edible, in that stale pot kind of way.

Chocolate, raspberries and the taste of my nuts. -Jud

The three of you together are like a flurry and a frenzy...but not a gaggle. -Jud
-ref--Kristen, Mel, Jul

You see the penis. It's on the counter. -Kristen

Julie- That's delicious. I'll have a whole glass next time.
Kristen- SEE?!?! That's how it happens.

Kristen, Mel, Jul, Jud, Jenkins:
REGAL BEAGAL, REGAL BEAGAL, REGAL BEAGAL, REGAL BEAGAL!!!!!!!

Old pot is better than no pot...it's smells like Lollapolooza- Anonymous

"We're going to the Roopers!!!!" Chrissy

(Jud's perfect Jack Tripper Impression)


(Crab Action. Jenks and I went Fiddler. Everyone else went traditional.)