thanksgiving warm up… think peace

Yesterday I went to see a holiday parade in Stamford. Seeing as I haven't done a full 'holiday season' in the states since the year 2000 ... I am all over anything and everything the season brings. Living in another country for as long as I have changes something in you. I don't know what, and I don't really know how. But something changes. Drinking eggnog coffee and eating chocolate biscotti watching a parade with my mom, sister, niece, nephew...

halloween… the remix

The fact that I've missed Halloween for the six years preceding 2009 was completely redeemed in a fabulous back to back weekend of dope parties. The whole Friday night to Saturday night thing (30-31st) AND the fact that daylight savings got set back adding an EXTRA HOUR onto Halloween... who could ask for more? Seriously. Last night was a Wild West themed pow wow at my sister's... since myself and the one other indigenous American in residence...

mischief eve aka don’t be tardy for the party

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!! One of my BFFs co-hosted Halloween Party number one last night which had way too many fun things to mention. Here are some brief highlights... The artist formally known as Prince MC'ed a large part of the evening, or at least the portions when some kid with no costume (who I still only know as someone that was supposed to come with someone else, who apparently didn't show up) wasn't Sing Starring or rounding up Soul Train...

Tubby Yanks and Whore-o-ween

Americans are fact-proven the tubbiest mob on the planet. Out frolicking with my mates last weekend this was a hot topic of discussion, particularly at the movies. In addition the do-it-yourself butter machines (don't have those down under!) I couldn't believe that not only are there free soda refills, you get free POPCORN refills too. As much as I enjoy the novelty of this and the comic relief... I can't help but be grossed out by the status...

drinkin beer and catchin fish

Even with all the 'i heart-ness' I harbor for New York City, I dig the woods... note how I don't say 'country'... because areas that are too country like the Boonsville Scaryland where no one has teeth and extra fingers and toes frighten me. I grew up running around barefoot outside eating dirt, climbing, trees, and shooting frogs with a bb gun (which I still feel bad about, bloody Yanks and guns). Therefore, the forest is just something else...
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