Good Ol’ Bev…

Hooray!  I joined Twitter!

Yeah, I know I’m about 2-3 years late to jump on the bandwagon, but as displayed in my post a few months ago, Today I Realized I’m Not That Cool, that is totally my style anyway.

I have to admit, I never really “got” Twitter before, even when multiple people tried to explain it to me.  Sometimes when people would have their Twitter tweets posted to Facebook, I would be like, “What the H does that mean?” I think it was all the “@’s” that threw me off.  By the way, is anyone else confused by that?!

So, basically I’m like a kid in a candy store on Twitter now, and a total junky.  I love finding all of my favorite celebs, and I now can see why people are obsessed with it, because it can feel like you are really their friends.  Wow, I sound like a total loser, but I think that’s what’s so fascinating about it.  Plus, it’s just another platform for me to rant about random stuff.  So, there’s that.

I think the coolest person I’ve followed so far is Beverly Cleary.  Does anyone remember her?  She was one of my favorite authors growing up.  She wrote the “Beezus and Ramona” books, among lots of others.

Does this jog anyones memory?

Anyway, I am obsessed with reading her tweets, because she is exactly what you would imagine her to be like…kind of a mix between your favorite great-aunt, a G-ma, and a really awesome old lady who is still very much with it, but a bit technologically challenged.  Who isn’t though?!

Good Ol' Bev

I’ve started to refer to her as “Good Ol’ Bev.”  For instance, Matt will ask me, “Hey, what are you doing over there?”  And I’ll answer, “Oh nothing, just reading Good Ol’ Bev’s tweets.”  He usually just shakes his head and laughs at this.

Seriously though, her Tweets are hysterical.

Here are some of her highlights…

“I haven’t logged on in a while. Haven’t found the time! 😦 I’m trying to follow everyone, but it is getting difficult!”

5 minutes later…

“If I don’t follow you immediately, for those of you who are newer followers, I’ll try to do it soon, but I have 124 people to follow…”

6 minutes later…

“…and it can take quite awhile, but please know that even if I’m not able to follow you, that I really wanted to get to know you!” <–See what I mean?!  Good Ol’ Bev!

Here is exactly what I’d imagine her to be like, and Good Ol’ Bev delivers…

“Had a relaxing day, now am re-reading “Little Woman” for what seems to be the hundredth time! I may even know a couple chapters by heart! :)”

Or…

“I am sipping some chamomile tea, curled up with my great-granddaughter, reading her a story.”

My personal favorite… 

“I just received a strange email declaring that I have won a UK E-Lottery. What do you guys think? Spam? Or is it for real?”

Oh Bev…

I think we can all collectively agree that Good Ol’ Bev is kind of the bomb.  I’m also following Judy Blume and she’s pretty funny, too.  For example, her description of herself reads, “Are you there Twitter, it’s me Judy Blume.”  How awesome is that?  It’s an ode to her classic (and one of my faves) “Are You There God, it’s me, Margaret.”

If anyone wants to follow me, I’m @SarahBPalma

And feel free to poke fun at my tweets, too, if you’d like…

~The End

Photos by highlightsparents.com, and amazon.com

The “Wrap it Up” and Other Tactics to Use During Your Next Awkward Encounter…

Have you ever ran into someone when you’re out somewhere, and awkwardly tried to  make conversation?

Even Larry had an awkward run in with Penny Marshall...

You know the kind of bumbling encounter where you clam up once you get past the “Hey, how are ya?” part.  They’re also the ones that you get yourself into because you feel guilty about doing another “oblivious stare in the distance” to avoid someone for the third time in one week.

Most of all they’re…

Awkward.

Uncomfortable.

And sometimes painful.

I always seem to experience these run-in’s when I have no make-up on, too.  It never fails.  In fact, I very rarely go out of the house without a stitch of make-up on, but every time I do, I run into someone.

Running into a someone you know might be inconvenient, especially when you don’t feel like talking, but it doesn’t have to be awkward.

I bring you…

Tactics to Use for Your Next Awkward Encounter

The Oblivious Stare Into the Distance

The “oblivious stare into the distance” is when you spot someone that you know, and act like you don’t see them.  This might mean you’re acting as if you’re intently reading a magazine in line at the grocery store, admiring the dandelions in the grass, acting as if you are rummaging for your phone in your purse, or basically focusing your attention on anything other than the person you are trying to avoid.  The funny thing about the “oblivious stare into the distance” is that the person you are trying to dodge always knows what you’re up to, which just makes it even more awkward than sucking it up and just saying hello.  That is why I am not really a fan of this tactic.

I have yet to master the “oblivious stare into the distance,” but I’ve gotten the treatment myself from the same girl at least five times.  I’m not even exaggerating.  I’m not really sure why I was running into her so much in the first place, but who knows, maybe it was karma giving her multiple chances to say hello to me.  The point is, she avoided me in a slew of different ways on five separate occasions, but by about the third time I took the hint, and didn’t even try to make eye contact to say hello to her.

Which made me think, doesn’t it take more energy to avoid someone?

The Wrap It Up

The “wrap it up” is when you’re in the midst of making awkward conversation, and you make the decision to end it.  This might mean you assertively interrupt the awkward silence with an “Okay, well great seeing you,” or a “See you later.”  The point is, you take the reins and put a period on the conversation.

Most people avoid running into someone, because they lack the skills to “wrap it up.”  I think that’s understandable.  Maybe you have a hard time gauging when it’s time to end the conversation, and you get anxiety from not knowing when or how to do just that.  Let me say, once you master the “wrap it up” you will never avoid running into someone ever again.  Part of the reason an awkward run-in is so bad, is because one or both of the people involved don’t know how to “wrap it up.”  Then, the conversation drones on and on, there is uncomfortable silence, you realize you have nothing else to say to each other, so you continue to just stand there with the clock ticking away, and usually when it’s finally over you think to yourself, “The next time I will just do the oblivious stare in the distance and avoid this all together!”

But don’t!  Just learn how to “wrap it up.”

The Walk Away

So, I know what you’re all thinking…

What about when you avoid someone because you know you’re going to get stuck talking to them forever?  These are the kinds of people who the “oblivious stare into the distance” doesn’t even faze.  They’ll boldly walk right up to you, and demand your attention.  You know if you get stuck talking to them, then they’re never going to shut up.  They’re the type of people who know when they should probably stop talking, but they don’t care, because they’ve captured you and now you are going to listen to everything they have to say.

Ugh, that’s the worst.

That is why you have to master the “walk away.”  Not to toot my own horn, but I am kind of the master of the “walk away.”

Basically the “walk away” is when you interrupt the conversation with a sudden but casual departure.  You can casually start taking steps backward while the other person is still talking, and say something like, “Wow, that’s so crazy!  Hey, good seeing you,” then you inconspicuously walk away.  Yes, it’s a little rude, but the other person will probably not find you insulting, and likely mistake you for being the awkward one instead of themselves.  The point is, you successfully got away from them, so everybody wins.

On a side note, you can also use the “wrap it up” in conjunction with the “walk away,” too.

My additional two cents…

Personally I think it’s easier to just suck it up and say hello to someone, instead of avoiding them all together.  The key is to keep it short and sweet.

For example:

Person 1:  “Hey how are you?”

Person 2:  “Good.  How are you?”

Person 1:  Doing well.  How is (insert any personal question here)?

Person 2:  Very well, thank you for asking.  Tell me, how is (insert personal question here)?

Person 1:  Everything is going well with (insert personal answer here).  Well, great seeing you.  (Notice that person 1 is the initiator of the conversation and the “wrapper upper.)

Person 2:  See you later!

That wasn’t too hard, was it?

Now that you have the tools, you’ll probably never avoid someone ever again, right?

Well, we’ll see…

~The End

Photo by IMDB…

Remember When…The TV Addition…

Remember when…

Daria was sooooo not amused, and Quinn wore baby tee’s every day?

Daria, you were so ahead of your time.

Or when…

Doug had the hots for Patty Mayonnaise?

Patti was quite the hottie.

Or when…

The Rugrats used to say cute words like, “nakey?”

Yikes, remember Angelica, too?

Remember when…

Jordan Catalano’s baby blues made up for his lack of social skills, and his ability to articulate?

Never was the word "like" used so much in one sentence, and never did it sound so good.

Or when…

Joey Potter couldn’t stop smiling and talking out of the side of her mouth?

"Dawson, I'm the girl that guys are friends with, not the girl that guys date." Oh Joey...

Or when…

Felicity chopped off her hair? (I’m still not over that one.)

Things got awkward when Felicity's hair was as short as both of the lead men on the show...

Remember when…

Nick and Jessica were so in love, and even farted in front of each other to show the whole world just how solid of a couple they were?

I wouldn't get too close to the danger zone if I were you, Nick, she's been known to clear a room.

Or when…

Jessica brought the shawl back, and the no make-up look?

P.S. Weren't these Jess's glory days? She never looked so good as she did on Newlyweds. Why is that?

Remember when…

Clarissa really did explain it all?

So young, but so wise...

Or when…

Blossom wore those weird hats?

I bet she wishes she could take this one back...

Or when…

Charles was in charge of our days and our nights?

What a guy, what a guy...

Or when…

Urkel loved his cheese, and Laura Winslow?

"Got any cheeeeeeese?"

Remember when…

Jessie Spano had a break down?

"I'm so excited...I'm so excited...I'm. So. Scared." <--What was the lesson to be learned here? That if you take too many diet pills, you're going to have a break down...or end up in a movie called Showgirls.

Or when…

Zack and Kelly broke up?  GASP!!!

Oh, the heartbreak...

Or when…

Slater used to call Jessie “Mama?”  <–Wee bit awkward.

Now that's what I call true love...

Remember when…

Kelly and Brenda fought over Dylan…for, like, centuries?

Three was definitely a crowd for these guys...

Or when…

Andrea Zuckerman looked entirely too old to play a high school student?

C'mon Aaron Spelling, she looks like a G-ma!

Or when…

Brandon had that awesome haircut?

Brandon was rocking the blow out long before Pauly D came onto the scene.

~The End.

This One’s For The Girls…

“There is a special place in hell for women who don’t help other women.”

― Madeleine Albright

Women tearing down other women isn’t a new phenomenon or anything, and if you’re a woman then you have probably experienced this at least a time or two in your life.  It got me thinking, though…

What is up with how some women tear each other down?

Personally, I just don’t get it.

Here is my version of a case study:

A few years ago I worked at a salon where there was an equal ratio of women to men.  I had a man for a boss, and before I was a real hair stylist taking my own clients, I apprenticed mostly under all men.  Now here is the thing that I noticed over the course of three or so years of working there, the salon became somewhat of a “boys club.”  So, what does a “boys club” mean anyway?  Basically, it’s when men form their own alliance within a workplace that consists of both men and women, and have each others back no matter what.  It made for an interesting dynamic, and the strong boys against girls attitude became palpable over time.

It bugged me.

Big time.

It kind of reminded me of a book my mother read to me when I was little…

C'mon can't Sister Bear play?

It didn’t bug me because I felt left out of the “boys club,” no that wasn’t it at all, it bugged me that the women in the salon didn’t have the same attitude as the men had toward one another.  In fact, it was the total opposite.  I’m not saying that all the women who worked there were out to get each other, but I am saying that there were definitely some that were.  In particular, there was a ring leader or two who actively did try to bring other women down to get ahead.  It came in many different forms, such as telling the boss blatant lies, talking about other female stylists behind their backs, all while simultaneously smiling to their faces. The situation became toxic, especially when other women who wouldn’t normally be so catty joined in on it.  Unfortunately,  I’m embarrassed to say that there were times when I got sucked into it, too.  The kicker of this story, is that each time the women behaved this way to each other, the boys club’s alliance only strengthened.

When I look back at this, I think it’s kind of sad.

I should probably note that I’m sure there are also men who try to knock each other down to get ahead, but while on the topic of women in particular, I thought I’d give you an example of something that personally happened to me.

I don’t want to get into too much depth about this, but recently I received a very passive aggressive email from another woman who felt the need to reprimand me, which opened up this topic for me all over again.

Why do some women feel the need to tear other women down?

Personally I don’t get it.  But I do think as women we should try to build each other up, and not tear each other down, don’t you?

C’mon ladies…

Even Princess Leia agrees...

However, if you happen to find yourself the victim of a venomous woman talking smack, you can always keep this in mind…

'Nuff said.

~The End.

Photos courtesy of Amazon.com, geyserofawesome.com, and bluntcard.com

Hello Procrastination My Old Friend, I’ve Come To Talk With You Again.

AHHHHHH procrastination, we have such a toxic relationship, so why do we keep coming back to each other?  WHY???!!!

Procrastination and I are kind of like Sid and Nancy, but without all the hairspray.

Oh, Sid and Nanc, the epitome of a dysfunctional relationship. P.S. If you haven't seen "Sid and Nancy" I highly recommend it.

The thing is, when I put things off it never turns out well.  I’m not really sure why I don’t learn my lesson.  I absolutely hate the feeling of scrambling at the last-minute to get things done, and each time I find myself in that position, I vow to never drag my feet ever again.  It’s always the same, though, even when I tell myself that I’ll do things differently the next time.

And yet…

There I am once again saying hello to my old friend, Procrastination.

UGH.

I’ve noticed a trend with my procrastination, though.  It goes in spurts.  I will have weeks and weeks of getting all of my school work done in a timely fashion, exercising regularly, cooking very involved meals, and in general just getting lots of stuff done.  Then it’s inevitable, I hit a wall, and that is exactly what happened to me this week.  The past two weeks Matt and I both have had midterms, and I also had a ten page research paper for an Abnormal Psychology class due that just about killed me!  On top of that, I had to submit fifteen pages for a novels class I’m in.  Even though I didn’t wait until the last-minute to prepare for any of those projects, by the time it was all over, I crashed big time.  This week so far has been a total bust, and I can’t really afford for it to be.  I have plenty to get done by tomorrow, and I really haven’t done anything substantial yet.

AND….

I’m procrastinating even further by writing this post.

Because as you can see…

This is honestly a pretty good depiction of me today (minus the awesome blue phone.)

So far today…

  • I’ve broken one of my pre-New Years Resolutions and already updated on Facebook twice.
  • I’ve eaten an entire bag of POP chips even though I wasn’t hungry.
  • I’ve talked on Skype for an average of 2 hours so far.
  • I’ve researched recipes for din-din for at least an hour.

And lastly…

  • I spent entirely way too long reading up on the latest Kim Kardashian drama.

What ever is a girl to do?!

To answer my own question…

Get it together, Palma!

Does anyone else have the same problem with procrastination?  We can always form a club and make awesome excuses for each other…tomorrow.  Thoughts?

Perhaps this can be our logo…

Who is with me? Anybody with me?

Let me know if you’re interested.

Until then, back to work.

~The End.

I Resolve To:

A New Years Resolution in October?  I think yes!  Every year I make a New Years Resolution and I try really, really hard to stick to it.  Just to give you an idea, some of my resolutions in the past have been: to go back to school and finish my degree, stop drinking pop (or soda whatever you’d prefer to call it.  I’m from Michigan, we say pop), start exercising regularly, start a blog, and start reading directions (because reading directions is one of the banes to my existence.)

So, this week I got to thinking about what my resolution will be for next year.  Typically l start to come up with an idea a few months in advance, so once New Year Day comes around, I’m not scrambling to come up with something on the fly.

Care to fill in the blank?

As ideas started coming to me, I couldn’t help but think~ Why do we wait until January to make these resolutions?  Why not start now?!

I had never thought of it that way before.  I’m sure by January 1st I will have come up with other ideas as well, but for now, these are the resolutions I am going to start today…or maybe tomorrow, because some of these are really hard.

5.)  Limit writing posts on Facebook to once a week, and keep them benign.  Also, sign onto Facebook once every few days, and nothing more than that.

Well, I have learned over the past few years through my tumultuous relationship with Facebook that no matter what you write, someone has an opinion, unless it’s something really harmless like, “Hooray!  I’m getting married today!!”  Then, what can someone say?  There is no leeway for it to get personal.  I vow to stop writing anything on Facebook that could be misconstrued in any way, shape, or form, today!  No matter how meaningless I think what I’m writing is, if there is any part of me that has hesitation about it, then it doesn’t go up.  Period.

Also, get off Facebook already!  God, what is my problem?  I am always saying how annoying Facebook is and blah, blah, blah, yet I continue to go on every day.  Not anymore.  I will not go on Facebook more that once every few days, as to avoid the Facebook burn out.

Wow, I feel better already!  Don’t you?

4.)  Quit being so hard on myself.

I am by far my toughest critic.

For example~  “Why did I get a B?  I could have gotten an A.”

Or…

“If I don’t make the Deans List again this semester, than that means I suck at school.”

Or the one I am famous for lately…

“I’m getting a wrinkle on my forehead,  why the h isn’t this wrinkle cream working?” <-Said with great despair.

Why would any normal human being think these things?  I hear myself saying them, but it doesn’t register that they’re irrational.  I mean, now that I’m writing it down I can see it, but why when I am in the moment do I not understand that?  Whatever the reason, it’s clear I have to stop the destruction now.

3.)  Stop cutting my hair.

This picture is giving me anxiety...Yikes.

You all remember what happened the last time I cut my hair, right?  Somehow every time I do it, I seem to think the result is going to be different.  Isn’t that the definition of insanity?  However, the next time I go to reach for the scissors, I will get an imaginary slap on the wrist.

That’s it, no more cutting my own hair, and that means bangs, too, missy!  You got that?

2.)  Stop trying to map out the future.

I’ve noticed that I am always thinking ahead.  I am always planning for a worst case scenario, or looking into the future for what it might hold.  Most of the time this makes me feel like I am going bonkers.  I vow to start taking a breather and just living in the moment more, instead of planning for what’s coming next.

Now for the last one, also known as the most important one…

1.)  Start seeing the glass half full.

Half full or half empty? You decide.

Well, this is going to be a tough one.  In fact, I’m not entirely positive that I can actually stick with it.  I know it sounds a bit cynical to admit to being a “glass half empty” person, but I don’t look at it that way.  The way I see it, is that I am realistic.  Matt is the dreamer, and I am the voice of reason usually.  However, I admire his outlook on life.  He is a very positive person, and he is not afraid of his dreams.  He’s also not afraid of failing.  How many people can really say that they’re not afraid of failing?  Yeah, Matt’s pretty awesome.  That’s why I married him.

Anyway, I heard a Steve Jobs quote right after he passed away, and to me, it pretty much summed up Matt.  The quote was, “Stay hungry, stay foolish.”  I’ve decided I want to be more like that, foolish, because although being realistic can protect you from disappointment, it doesn’t enable you to take the kinds of risks that pay off big time.

So, what are some of your New Year’s Resolutions?

~The End…

10 Songs That Shaped My Life…

10.)  Love Shack by The B-52’s

“Tin roof…Rusted…” <–C’mon who doesn’t remember that?!

I fell in love with this song at the ripe old age of 8, and it is my first memory of hearing a song, and feeling an intense urge to bust a move.  This song sprung a barrage of made up dances between me and my childhood best friend, and I always, and I repeat ALWAYS had to do the “Tin roof…Rusted part,” or else I got really p’o-ed.  Just ask Bekka Parker (she was my childhood bff.)  Anyway, recently my brother heard it on satellite radio and he had to let me know, because I think he, along with my whole family, remembers when my friend and I would make up dances to it, and demand that they all watch us dance around like little freaks.  I think they’re still scarred…

Ummm...cowbells as an instrument? Brilliant!

Listen to it and see if it makes you wanna shake your groove thing…

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9.)  The Sign by Ace of Base

Just a few short years later when I was about 11 or 12 “The Sign” came onto the scene.  I remember I was at the roller rink for a birthday party, and I heard this catchy pop melody playing from the jukebox, and thinking, “What is that glorious pop music I am hearing right now?!  I must find out!”  Someone informed me it was Ace of Base’s “The Sign,” which instantaneously put me on a mission the second I got home, to pop a cassette in my boombox, and try to catch it on the radio so I could tape it.  Once I finally recorded it, I must have listened to it a hundred times.

However, my love affair with this song quickly ended, when my dad tried to get me to sing it for an audition for Star Search a couple of years later.  I remember thinking that the song was soooooo old, and I felt so dorky doing it.  I ended up not going for the audition, and I couldn’t listen to the song for years after, because it reminded me of my adolescent awkward self trying to sing “I saw the sign, I saw the si–i-i-i-i-gn…I saw the sign…and it opened up my eyes, I saw the sign.”  Actually I can’t even think about it now, because it’s giving me the creeps!  Awkward!

But I still love the song!

"Life is demanding, without understanding." <--How profound...

Wanna hear it?  Listen below…

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***Disclaimer:  I promise after this next one, I am done with all the cheesy pop music.***

8.)  Genie in a Bottle by Christina Aguilera

“I’m a genie in a bottle ba-bayyy, you gotta rub me the right way hon-eyyy…”<–Ahhwhat?

Yeah, she really said that.

So, I had to put this song on the list because when I think of being a teeny-bopper, I think of this song.  I used to sing this song in my 1994 white Ford Tempo, with the volume all the way up, and had no idea what these lyrics meant.  I honestly thought she was talking about a genie in a bottle.  Ummm..duh!  Straight up though, this song makes me think of my youth.  When I hear it, memories of belly baring shirts, over-highlighted hair, pink lip gloss, and poor imitations of Christina’s riffing, come flooding back…in a good way.

Back when Christina was Christina and not diiiiiirty X-Tina.

Wanna listen to X-Tina wail about a genie in a bottle?  Have a listen below…

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7.)  Both Hands by Ani Difranco

When I moved to New York for college when I was 19, was when I became all artsy-fartsy.  It’s also when I discovered Ani Difranco…also know as…ANI (said with great awe and enthusiasm.)  One of the first friends I met in NYC was playing around one night on her acoustic guitar and played “Both Hands” for me.  I remember hearing the lyrics, “I’m recording our history now on the bedroom wall, and when we leave the landlord will come
and paint over it all.”  This song always gives me a nostalgic feeling, and makes me think of my first year in New York.

Love her.

Wanna experience pure brilliance?  Listen below.

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6.)  Solsbury Hill by Peter Gabriel

“My heart goin’ boom, boom, boom…”

This song defines my early 20’s.  After finishing school in New York, and feeling a little lost, I moved back home to Michigan for two years.  During that time, I put myself through cosmetology school, went through a bad break-up, and decided to move back to New York to pursue acting again and to try working as a hairstylist.  I just remember listening to this song over and over in my car when I was getting ready to go back to NYC, and being moved by it.  I don’t know how else to explain it.

If you ever go through a transitional phase in your life, discover this song.

This song will change your life.  Listen to it below and see for yourself…

Solsbury Hill

5.)  Gypsy by Fleetwood Mac

So, basically I am obsessed with Stevie Nicks…the hair, the long flowy dresses, the knee-high boots, the black-rimmed eyeliner, etc.  She’s no classic beauty, but she’s awesome.

This song reminds me of the second time I moved to New York, and the tiny little room I moved into.  You could seriously only fit a twin bed (barely) in there, and a little dresser.  I used to listen to this song over and over again.

A couple of years ago, I went to see Fleetwood Mac in a concert at Madison Square Garden, and Stevie sang this song.  She was amazing…naturally.  She said Gypsy is about finding love and about friendships.  This is what Stevie said about it: “Lightening strikes maybe once, maybe twice… that means one time in your life you find a very good friend, and maybe if you’re incredibly lucky, you might find a second. It all comes down to you, means but you have to look very hard.”

Love you, Stevie.

Seriously, how freaking cool is she?

Experience a little Stevie in your life…

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4.)  Defying Gravity from the musical Wicked

Okay, so you all knew a quintessential theater nerd couldn’t resist putting at least one show tune on this list.  Really though, this song is phenom.

When I think of this song I think about coming to terms with leaving a bad job situation.  I had worked in a salon for a while, but over time, it became clear that it was not working out how I hoped it would.  It was disappointing, but I knew I had to move on.  I was scared to take such a risk, though.  I had put in a lot of time and hard work, so it was devastating to realize it was falling apart.  On top of all that, I was just feeling like I wasn’t good at anything.  It was kind of a low point, but I knew it had to get better because it couldn’t get any worse.

Right around that time, my Grandma Barkoff ended up passing away, and I went home to be with my family.  While I was home, I knew it was time to cut the strings with the job situation.  It took a lot of courage, but I finally left the job and moved on.  I ended up finding an amazing job soon after, where I felt appreciated and finally recognized for my talents.  It was the best decision I ever made.

And thus, “Defying Gravity” became my anthem.

P.S.  You know you’re a theater nerd when nothing pumps you up more than a show tune.

"I'm flying high defying gravity."

Get lifted.  Listen below…

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3.)  Is this Love by Bob Marley

This song hands down reminds me of when Matt and I were falling in love.  On our second date he took me to a G Love concert in Central Park.  I remember he waited with me in line for almost an hour to use the gross porta-potty, and while we waited there we heard “Is this Love” by Bob Marley.  I said, “Oh my God, I love this song,” to which he replied, “Me too.”  We then had an awkward moment trying not to look at each other, because we were both probably thinking the same thing, which was…Is this love?

Bob the legend.

Wanna find out if this is love?  Listen below…

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2.)  Diamonds on the Soles of Her Shoes by Paul Simon

“People say she’s crazy, she’s got diamonds on the soles of her shoes.  Well, that’s one way to lose these walking blues, diamonds on the soles of your shoes.”

Oh Paul Simon, what can I say?  You speaka my language.

It was hard for me to narrow it down to just one Paul Simon song, because he is my favorite artist of all time.  There is something so completely beautiful about his lyrics and his ability to string melodies into them.  Recently I was a Barnes and Noble and got really excited when I found a hard-covered Paul Simon Lyrics coffee table book on one of those 60% off sales.  I snatched it right up, and have every intention of displaying it on my coffee table when Matt and I finally have a real apartment soon.  I love him and I love this song.

Diamonds on the Soles of Her Shoes reminds me of when Matt and I first arrived in Grenada.  We listened to Paul Simon’s greatest hits album like it was out J-O-B.  This song was the perfect song to listen to after coming to a tropical paradise from the bitter cold of a New York winter.  It’s got sort of a Caribbean flair to it, and will always remind me of when we Matt started his medical career.

Wanna be soul-mates with me, Paul Simon?

Have a listen for yourself…

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1.)  Somewhere Over the Rainbow by Israel Kamakawiwo’ole

To know this song, is to love it.

I first heard this version of Somewhere Over the Rainbow probably about ten years ago.  It was playing in the credits at the end of a movie, which I can’t remember what that movie was now.  I absolutely loved it, and I have loved it ever since.

When I met Matt I found out that he loved it, too, and it basically became the theme song of our relationship.  It was playing when we got engaged, I walked down the aisle at our wedding to it, and we also had our first dance to it, too.  We both just absolutely love it, and maybe that’s because we both love Hawaii, and this song reminds us of paradise.  Either way, it’s a beautiful song, and in my opinion, the most beautiful ever.

Brother Iz is the bomb.

Listen below…

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~The End

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Shall We Brunch?

There is something so divine about brunching, isn’t there?  When I’m in New York, one of my very favorite things to do on a Sunday afternoon is to go to brunch, and to order my uj of a goat cheese, tomato, and basil omelet, a spicy (non-alchy) bloody mary, a cup of coffee with full fat half and half and two splenda’s, and a homemade muffin to pick at on the side.  That’s what I usually order at my favorite brunch joint, Isabella’s, anyway…

So, lately I’ve felt a little melancholy about my old brunching days, and just a little reflective about NYC in general.  Since I’ve been in Grenada, this time of year has been the hardest for me, because you don’t really know me, if you don’t know about my love for the fall in New York.  I mean, there’s a reason why they’ve made movies called Autumn in New York.  It makes me sad every time I think about another fall season going by that I’m missing.  There is just something about drinking a non-fat extra hot chai latte, while traipsing around  Central Park and looking at the beautiful changing leaves.  In my opinion, it’s just the most gorgeous time of year, and as a friend and I once dubbed it: the most amazingly awesome weather for fashion ever (hence the perfect time to sport a t-shirt and a scarf, a skirt and cute riding boots, a dress with a light fall jacket, etc.)

Can't you see why I love it so?

So, when I was invited over by a friend of mine for brunch at her apartment, it came at the perfect time and when I needed it the most.  I took my invitation to the brunch very seriously and baked a homemade pumpkin bread from scratch.  It was raining while I was baking, and for a minute, the spicy smell of the bread made me feel like it was really fall weather out, and not the 100 degrees that it really was.

I honestly looked forward to my little event with the girls all weekend, and when it came time, it was just so much fun to do something different for a change.  It can get pretty monotonous around here, so it was fun to shake things up a bit.

We had good conversation…

FYI: This conversation was definitely not as serious as it seems to be...

We had a delish spread of treats…

Yes, the watermelon is yellow here...Weird, huh?

Delish egg fritata, watermelon, blueberry bran muffin, pumpkin bread, and a mimosa to top it off right...

A cute little puppy for company, too…

Chewy was so ready for his close up...

Wouldn’t be complete without a little girl talk…

A little gossiping never hurt anyone...okay, so that's not true, but let's face it, sometimes it's needed.

It was a fun morning, and definitely did the trick in making me miss New York a wee bit less.  However, when I walked outside after my lovely get together, and I felt the heat beating down on my shoulders, I realized there was unfortunately nothing that could make me miss my favorite season in New York less…except for maybe New York itself.

~The End

Central Park photo by stephaniefrost.net

The Great Joys of Language Barriers…

Has this ever happened to you?

Oh yes, why yes it has, hasn't it?

I am not even kidding, this seriously happens to me at least five or six times a day.  No, I’m not deaf or anything, I just can’t understand what the h anyone is saying around here.  In Grenada, the official language is English, however every day language is laced with French words and the local dialect (similar to Creole) or Patois.  It’s pretty typical for me to get about 30% of what the local Grenadian’s are saying to me, and the other 70% is a total bust.  I usually just end up smiling and nodding, and saying my default line which is, “Wow, that’s crazy.”  <–On a side note, I want to say that this is not intentionally my default line, for instance, I don’t say it on purpose, but I have noticed that I say this whenever I don’t know what else to say.  For instance, if I’m making uncomfortable small talk, and someone says something like, “Wow it’s so hot out today, eh?”  I’ll respond with my uj (usual) “Wow, that’s crazy,” because what the (bleep) else is there to say to that anyway?!

Matt (husband) is even worse with making sense of the language here, but that might also be because he doesn’t exactly get out much <–This due to being the hard-working med student that he is no doubt.  Anyway, so when we go out to dinner on the rare occasion, maybe 2 or 3 times a semester at the most, I feel like I am basically a translator.  Have you ever watched a boxing match, when the winner doesn’t speak a lick of English?  You know how it goes, the interviewer asks a question, then the translator relates it back to the boxer, the boxer answers, translator relates answer back to the interviewer, and so on and so forth.  Well, that is basically what I do when we’re out to dinner, except I am also only getting less than half of what the locals are saying too!  Oh Lordy!  So, overall when ordering at a restaurant, best case scenario is that we end up getting sorta kinda what we meant to order, and worst case scenario is, we end up getting fish when we ordered “lambi,” thinking it was going to be a delicious lamb-chop. <–Yeah, that actually happened.  After the fact, we learned that “lambi” is popular local dish around here, but it is not lamb, it’s a type of conch shell-fish.  I guess it was meant to be, though, because I’ve always had a certain affinity for sweet Lamb-Chop herself, even if she does sing the most annoying song that never ends…yes it goes on and on my friends…

Step away from my Lamb Chop, and no one will get hurt...

The funny thing about the locals here, is that when they’re speaking to one another, they speak so softly that I sometimes have to wonder if they’re even talking at all, or if they’re just moving their lips for kicks.  Along with speaking what sounds like almost an entirely different language, they also speak extremely soft.  Well, I guess compared to me, but I’ve been told I sound like my voice is coming out of a loud-speaker at times…so there’s that…but I seriously have no idea how they hear each other!  The other day I was getting turkey from the deli, and I walked up and said confidently, “A pound and a half of the no-salt turkey, sliced very thin, please.”  Since the locals also have a hard time understanding me as well, I usually take it upon myself to project nice and loud/clearly.  It doesn’t help.  They have no idea what I’m saying whatsoever.  I usually end up having to just point to it in the glass cooler, and accept the fact that my special request of “sliced thinly” is just not going to happen today.  Boo.

Please, just once can you slice my turkey thin? Please kind lady?!

As I mentioned before, I’ve witnessed a local Grenadian ordering an array of deli meats and cheeses, speaking in a tone so softly that I couldn’t even hear the woman, and she was standing right next to me.  I had to restrain myself from doing what my late great Grandpa Barkoff would’ve done, which is to declare extremely loudly, “WHAT WAS THAT YOU SAID????!!!!”  I mean, I wouldn’t have proceeded to ask for a senior citizen discount (which is precisely what G-Pa Barkoff would have done) but seriously the tone was so muffled, I thought I might be having a senior moment!  I totally admire that the locals are not straining their vocal chords, but please for the love, I can’t understand what you’re saying double-fold when I can’t hear you, either!

Oh, the great joys of language barriers…they never cease to amaze me.

I guess I need to just accept the fact that I’m going to be…

On a daily basis.

Oh well.  I guess sometimes you have to just make the best of it, eh?

(P.S. Please don’t respond to that with, “Wow, that’s crazy.”)

~The End

Photos courtesy of IMDB and worldhum.com

One Stack of Sh*t Away From an Episode of Hoarders…

I cannot wait until Matt and I don’t have to live like hoarders anymore.

Let me explain…

Living in Grenada in married student housing is, well, interesting.  It makes a tiny studio apartment living in Manhattan look like a palace compared to this.  Basically we have no oven, only two burners, one teeny tiny table that’s not even big enough for two people to eat on, no counter space whatsoever, a tiny sink that fits about two dishes, thankfully a microwave at the least, and to sum it up, we basically sleep 7 feet away from where we cook.  Ugh.

There is literally no closet space or storage space either, for that matter.  In our bathroom, we don’t even have one shelf, so all of our bathroom stuff is either piled in our closets or on Matt’s desk.  Yeah, we’ve been pretty much living like two college freshman roomies for the past two years.

It’s seriously gotten to a point, where recently I was flipping through television stations (Oh, I almost forgot to tell you, we actually don’t have a TV either <–no room for one, but thankfully we have Slingbox on our computers), and I passed an episode of Hoarders, and it seriously hit a little too close to home.  My forehead began to sweat, and I realized…(hint: read below…)

Seriously.

It’s time to face the music, and come to terms with this fact.  When people come to our apartment for the first time, they usually all say the same thing, which is, “Why do you guys have so much stuff???  You’re living in Grenada, just deal with not having all your normal stuff for a while!”  However, for Matt and I, that is not an option.  <–Insert a Bwaaaahhhaaaahaaaa Bwaaaahaaaaa laugh right here, to personify just how completely ludicrous an option like that is to us.  If you knew us, than you would know that we are two people who some might call “characters,” and we’re also pretty stuck in our ways.  We’re both very particular about the things we like, and we’d rather live like hoarders, than not have all of our favorite stuff.  Yeah, we’re pretty irrational people.

However, I must say, that I’m happy we both prefer to live this way, because if I was the only one like that, then Matt might complain to his friends that he married a crazy hoarder lady, and that would be really bad, don’t ya think?!

On another side note, we are so much alike in other ways, too, that it’s downright scary.  For instance, we both get on what I like to call a “food fixation kick,” which is when we decide we like something, and then that is literally all we eat for about 3-12 months, until one day we eat it, and then we decide that we’re over it.  I’ve never met anyone else who does that besides me in my life!  Let me give you an example of some of my food fixation kicks:  Healthy Choice minestrone soup (lasted about 6 months), Oreo O’s cereal (about 11 months when I was 19), Special K with Red Berries cereal (12 months), Santa Fé Rice and Beans Lean Cuisine (5 months), and generic brand Bran Flakes cereal (5 months).  Matt’s food fixations:  Potato Buds (from what I’m told this lasted about 12 months), Mrs. T’s Potato and Onion Pierogi’s (still going), chocolate chip granola bars (6 months), spinach (still going), and also generic brand Bran Flakes cereal (about 6 months).  I know, I know, we’re kind of a couple of weirdo’s, especially with the generic bran flakes…P.S.  One time we went to the grocery store and bought their entire supply of bran flakes, and everyone looked at us like we were totally nuts.

Okay, so that had absolutely nothing to do with living like hoarders, but it shows how much alike we are, so there.

I just wanted to share one example of our hoarders situation…

See what I mean? P.S. This is my closet organized.

I could show you more, but it might just make you tense.  For example we have to keep some of our non-perishable food in suitcases because we have no room to store it in the cupboards, but you didn’t want to see that, did you?

Luckily, we only have about two more months living here, and then it’s back to the United States, so Matt can take his Step 1 exam and begin his clinical rotations.  I really hope our next apartment has a dishwasher, or at the very least, a big enough sink that I can at least wash a pot in comfortably.  I’m really just looking forward to being back on American soil, because sometimes living here makes me feel as though I’m living on Gilligan’s Island, but without The Skipper, Gilligan, Mr. and Mrs. Howell, and Maryann. <–Did you notice that I left out Ginger and The Professor?  It’s because that’s who Matt and I would be.

Hey Prof...What's shakin'?

Anyway, when we are finally back in the U.S. I am really looking forward to some frozen yogurt, McDonald’s, a Starbucks mocha-coconut frappuccino light w/no whip, a decent mani and pedi, perhaps a shopping spree at Forever 21, and a meal at Rosa Mexicano with double guac.  I haven’t had any of these things in so long, and I kind of feel like I’m losing my marbles.

The good news is that we are flying back to New York Rock City on my freaking birthday, December 10th!  Can you believe it?!  Soon after we’re back, we will start looking for apartments wherever Matt gets placed for clinicals, and I cannot wait for the new and exciting prospects.

But more than anything else, I am looking forward to not living like hoarders anymore.

Hip hip hooray!

~The End

Photos from IMDB and someecards.com