What I really mean is: I am bringing my long ignored blog back after a 2-year hiatus!
So, what have you been up to these past two years? So much has happened over here at Interravision! In summary:
- I got a new job! Since 2011 I have been loving my new career as s Social Media manager at a NYC tech company
- D. and I moved which means I am no longer sharing my kitchen! The space is our little haven of happiness….for now. But all that might change because….
- I’m having a baby… SOON!
This seems like a great time to breathe life back into Interravision as my life takes a new dimension. I look forward to sharing my adventures in life and motherhood as I try to do it all – be a great wife, employee and mom all in the same day. How’s that for Mission Impossible?
How do you like our new WordPress home?
The curse is over.
No, I am not talking about the curse of the Bambino this time, though I am getting excited over Red Sox baseball already. This time I am referring to my Valentine’s Day Curse. On this day back in 2006 I revealed the story of my 6th-grade-valentines-surprise-gone-wrong, and how ever since, Valentine’s day just didn’t work for me. I was cursed.
But I have to tell you, I think this curse has been lifted. And I am convinced it was the telling of this story to the Blogosphere that did the trick.
You see, in that 2006 post, I had added a foot note which read:
*Hi Brian! I still love you after all these years! (Just in case you google yourself and find this story)
**Screw You Jon, I’ll never forgive you for being such a jerk growing up (Just in case you google yourself and find this story)
Guess what: Brian did google himself late last summer and found the blog and then friended me on Facebook and has actually wished ME a happy valentines day, 23 years to the day since that sad, awful, and embarassing day. So I declare: VINDICATION!
Plus, it should be mentioned that just a few weeks after my 2006 telling of the story, I met my soon-t0-be husband while visiting Stephanie in Long Island. And now we’re celebrating our 3rd Valentine’s day together, and I couldn’t be happier. So I proclaim, my Valentine’s Day curse is officially lifted. Thanks blogosphere!
I hope I didn’t just jinx myself!
I got my Happy Lite in the mail on Friday.
It’s really bright. No, seriously, it’s really really bright. Like a white shade of bright. On the low setting it still almost hurts my eyes.
Is this really going to work?
I’ll keep you posted.
Our trip to NC was nearly perfect, the only complaint was the mediocre weather. We had been hoping for one last week of summer, but we got an early week of fall. We had the perfect balance of activity, day trips and just lounging around time. It was also really fun hanging out with Dad and Jan.
Highlight for me was getting a chance to visit with my old friend from high school, Colleen, who has settled into a beautiful home near Raleigh with her hubz and 3 beautiful daughters under the age of 5. I hadn’t seen her in 12 years! Oh, and the food. Man, we ate good. Weight watchers was no where in sight, but that’s OK, I have returned committed to getting back on track.
The boxes. Those boxes I put away over 10 years ago with so many miscellaneous treasures. I expected much of the items I rediscovered…The herd of stuffed animals:
…A million maps and memorabilia from when I sailed around the world with Semester at Sea:
…15 photo albums, thousands of negatives and letters galore. I miss the art of the written letter, now replaced by email. Those letters are so precious to me. Thanks to all of you who took time to write me (Steph and my Dad are tied for first place for letter writing–honorable mention to Penny):
…Tons of school stuff like my high school yearbooks and my college graduation cap (I was an Italian major):
But the creme della creme were the Barbies. I had totally forgotten about the Barbies, complete with their awesome 70s outfits, bad home haircuts and even a Barbie wardrobe and kitchen set:
3 of the boxes made it back with us to NY, mostly the photo albums. The Barbies were left to be rediscovered another day.
This month has already proved to be an interesting one.
On the first of the month we bought a new car. It’s so cute! But don’t let it’s cuteness fool you– she has a big engine and lots of zippitydodah. We weren’t planning on getting a car, but the truck more or less died, so we didn’t have much of a choice in the matter. We do lots of driving on day trips and such. Given our living situation, we need to have a car– our ticket to freedom. No bones about it. I am psyched to go from about 12 miles per gallon to about 30. Awesome!
Around the same time we bought the car, we decided to take a week away! The expense of the car ruled out any major vacation plans, so we are going to see my dad and step mom down in North Carolina and then maybe a few days on the Outer Banks. I don’t really care where we go… as long as its away. We leave on the 20th. Yay! And we’re driving the new car down there. I haven’t been on a road trip for a while, so this will be great fun. As long as I am the one driving.
Then of course the saga of the tooth. The evil tooth was demanding a potential 3rd root canal (and being uninsured for Dental, this would run about $1300 between procedures and new crown) so I opted instead just to pull the damn thing for about a third of the cost. Ugh. Still in pain from the procedure with Dr. Hottie McHottie, but glad that it is done with.
I hit my first goal with weight watchers: I lost 10% of my body. TEN PERCENT.
We haven’t done a lick of wedding planning. I am in that stage where more or less everything looks good. Cabo? Awesome! St. John? Beautiful and easy! Florida? Cheap and convenient! The Carolinas? Close to my folks and pretty! New York? No.
But today I read a bit about a wedding in Venice…oooohhhh Venice. Imagining a rented palazzo…rehearsal dinner en masquerade….ceremony on the terrace overlooking the canals…bellinis for everyone…a cheesy gondola ride in a white dress….I love Venice. I think I have been at least 4 times between work and pleasure. But my guess is not many other friends/family would be keen for that choice. Alas. The search continues across the US, Caribbean, Mexico and just about every other corner of the world.
But…Maybe I can convince you?
Thank God for all of the following this week:
US Open Tennis (I am going on Tuesday!)
Democratic National Convention (Speeches! More Speeches!)
Red Sox vs. Yankees (Awwww. Yeah.)
If not for these things, I would be in SERIOUS Olympics withdrawal.
Now what am I going to watch at 3am when I can’t sleep?
I heard about this on NPR and had to check it out for myself.
The Something Store.
You know… when you just want something.
You shell out $10 and they send you a surprise. It could be an Ipod, or a nose clipper. It could be a pocket knife or a digital camera. The point is: you don’t know until you open the box. Its like a suprise party for one.
I am thinking about getting something for Damir…just to enjoy the suspense of what it could be! I will keep you posted.
I don’t like it when people ride down the escalator. I prefer they walk. If they want to just ride, then they should stand to the side. Thanks. You don’t have to walk the way up hill, I can understand that.
I don’t understand the hype about the TV Show The Hills. I have no idea what its about or why everyone talks about it. And honestly, I can’t say I am really bothered by that.
Businessmen seem to think they own the place. And by “the place” I mean they think they own all of the following things:
– the arm rest between his seat and mine
– the empty seat next to him on the train on which to rest his Tumi laptop-case even though the train is SRO.
– the prime corner in my office elevator in front of the little computer screen that broadcasts the news, weather, and interesting tidbits of information
– the coffee line in the deli downstairs
– just about everywhere else in New York City.
I am excited for an all-girls weekend in Boston this weekend for Ashbloem.
How is the name “Jack” a nickname for the name “John”? That makes no sense.
For a couple of years now, I have been in the market for a new printer. More specifically: a decent photo printer with a good scanner and reasonably affordable individually cased ink cartridges so that when I run out of cyan, I only have to buy a cyan and not a whole new tank when I have plenty of magenta left . Oh, and the scanner has to be able to scan directly from photo negatives and slides, preferably at least 6 at a time. Picky? Just a little.
Well, finally today I bit the bullet and decided on the Cannon MP970. First tests seems to be good, and a heck of a lot more sophisticated than the free printer I got when I bought my Dell laptop. I have thousands of negatives to go through now, stemming all the back from my first years as a photo enthusiast back in middle school. Check out this photo scanned directly from the negative:
Lots to be upoaded to flickr in the coming weeks!