Wednesday, April 30, 2008

Watch.

Watch it. The whole thing. When you get a little in and move the mouse to click stop, don't. The whole thing. To the end. Watch it.

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Friday, April 25, 2008

80's Bunco

Some of us get together the second Tuesday of the month to laugh our heads off and forget who's turn it is or what numbers we're supposed to be counting. No one wants to part with hard-earned cash, so we bring something worthy of a garage sale. At the end of the evening, winner gets first pick and we go on down the line.

A few months ago a friend blogged on her awesome themed Bunco nights and I went NUTS! A THEME? How come no one ever told me before? The possibilities are endless!

Alas, 80's Bunco was born.


We had Preppy 80's. Boombox 80's. T-shirt knotted on the side 80's. Prom 80's. Flashdance 80's. Desperately Seeking Susan 80's. It was beautiful.


It's so hard to hold the "bad girl" pose long enough for a photo op when you can't stop laughing.


Yes. We are THAT awesome.

Funny thing was, Susie's group also did 80's this past month! Great minds DO think alike, you know.
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Friday, April 18, 2008

Oh, Great Steve!

No, no, no, no, NO!!!! I have more faith in you than this. You are my amazing Steve Madden. I realize designers need to be creative, expressing their thoughts in fashion forward design. At times that design may border on the questionably silly or possibly ridiculous. But worn with confidence and big sunglasses, nearly anything can work.

These are just plain wrong. Big sunglasses won't save them, not even if you wear your fashionably pout.



And to make matters worse you can get it with a leg brace attached. This harkens back to a day when designers thought it was cool to put a heel on a sneaker. Just because others are doing it doesn't mean you have to join in the tomfoolery.

Steve, I thought I knew you better than this.

(Five points to the person who can tell me where my title quote comes from. Hint: greenery.)
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Wednesday, April 16, 2008

Wall Street

We had to walk down it. Because it's Wall Street. And we just had to.

(I remember in high school our history teacher made us "buy" stock in three different companies and follow them for a few weeks. I almost collapsed from the stress of watching everything go up and down and whatnot. It didn't matter that it was fake, it was too much! I can't imagine doing that for a living.)



Someone very pish-posh was exiting as we walked by. There are seriously more barricades around this place than around any Air Force base. And cops. With guns. Big guns. I don't know who it was that got into this car, but she had a gorgeous Louis bag and knew how to accessorize a fur coat.


Because I'm all patriotic like that! A thing of beauty.


Looking the other direction.



The Bull isn't actually ON Wall Street, but right around the corner.


And it was very anatomically correct... of which Nate just HAD to take a picture with his cell phone. So I took one of him! Ha.

I didn't get a picture of it, but we did go into the Starbucks just down the street. (Vanilla Latte with whipped cream! Yay!) Hmm... for some reason it was a whole lot nicer than the ones up by Times Square. They even had public bathrooms, something few do around the city. There was a whole crowd of people in expensive suits and gorgeous shoes. And so many accents! (But no one was smiling. Not even when I did. Very seldom do people NOT smile back. Harumph.) I wanted desperately to go around asking people what they did and where they were from. Alas, Nate was with me. The merciful voice in my head said, "Save him the embarrassment." Besides, did I mention the cops? With guns? Big guns?

An American Institution. And I was there.
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Saturday, April 12, 2008

The Statue of Liberty

I love America. Freedom. God. Liberty. People laugh because my house is bathed in red, white and blue with stars everywhere. It goes beyond a fun decorating scheme... it's rooted deep in my heart.

Visiting the Statue of Liberty was one of those experiences where you can't believe you're actually there, actually doing it. It was like an out-of-body thing, except I could see and hear and feel. (Especially the wind. I could really feel the wind. Darn wind.)

We walked around the grounds a bit first, taking a few pictures at the front.



From the shore it doesn't look that big, dwarfed by the massive buildings of Manhattan. But as the ferry brought us closer the awe grew deep in my gut. It's really real. And it's big. And it's amazing.

We purchased Monument passes online before we went, so we #1. didn't have to wait in a long line to board the ferry, and #2. got to go inside the base of the statue. (That was something awesome God did. We were originally going to buy the reserved passes for Tuesday, went to check the date before clicking confirm, and when we tried a few minutes later they were sold out. So we bought them for Wednesday. Tuesday it rained all day and was cloudy, with limited visibility. God knew that would happen! How glad we were to have our passes for Wednesday!) When she was first built visitors could go all the way up into the torch, come out and walk around. In the 1920's they limited access to only her crown. She was fully refurbished in the 1980's, but even with that they began limiting crown access in 1998 due to deterioration from foot traffic. After September 11th, all access to the statue herself was stopped. We were thankful to go up into the pedestal, though, and walk through the museum that chronicles her history. (You can only do that with the Monument pass.)



The original torch.



A full scale replica of her face. I gave her a nice kiss.



Nate picked her nose.

I also discovered proof she may actually be a cross-dresser. Look at the nuts we found under her skirt...





Then we looked up her dress. =^) Although you can no longer access the crown via these stairs, they installed a plexi-glass ceiling so you can see the incredible spiral staircase that climbs up the statue's middle. This frame work was designed by the same man who built the Eiffel Tower, Alexandre Gustave Eiffel. They were originally going to fill the statue with sand, but that engineer passed away. His work was handed off to Eiffel, who knew there was a better way.

Americans didn't think it would hold at first, so to prove it Eiffel built the entire thing in France. After showing his design superior, they disassembled it and brought it to America! The marble base she sits on was built entirely by private funding because the early American government couldn't afford it.

The man who designed the statue herself, Frederic Bartholdi, had come to America years earlier to scope out a suitable spot for her to stand. This island, formerly a point of defense for early American troops, was perfect to raise the statue as a welcoming beacon. The five point star the statue sits upon was originally an army fort.



This was taken from the top point on her pedestal looking back at the Manhattan skyline. One of the things that struck us while on the island was the wonder of what visitors saw on 9/11. Some would have watched everything while standing in this same spot. (I'll talk more about that in another post.)

The sheer feelings of joy for me in experiencing one of our nation's greatest monuments are truly beyond full description. She is great. And she is beautiful. And she stands as a symbol of freedom and hope. I love the fact that the broken chains on her feet are only visible from above (helicopter rides are available for a small fortune).

So often the broken chains in our lives are only visible when we have indeed risen above them.

“The New Colossus”
by Emma Lazarus

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name Mother of Exiles.
From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
“"Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!"” cries she
With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”


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Thursday, April 10, 2008

Sassy Fashion Thursday: Name Change and Leggings

Since I've been rather lax (like, duh!) with posting for Sassy Shoe Thursdays as of late, I've decided on a name change! No longer will we (Are there multiples of me?) post only on shoes, but fashion at large! Yes!!! I can hear the rumble of excitement!!! And alliteration is ALways fun. (SSSSssss. Ssshhhh. Ssssss.)

In paying homage to my recent jaunt in NYC, I thought my first post should regard a horrific trend I have witnessed. Over the past few weeks I've seen it on celebrities and the thought, "Dear, sweet Clinton. NO!" crossed my mind more than once.

My trip to the Big Apple confirmed the truth: people are thinking it's okay to wear leggings as pants.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Someone, please! Stop the insanity.

Now, there is the legging trend. Cute. Snuggly. You must be careful HOW you wear them, but go ahead and wear them! (Need some tips? Go here.) Not everyone is a fan of this trend. I, myself, am not always. However, the right leggings under the right dress with the right shoe and you can feel like you're in sweatpants while knowing you exude the fashion prowess of the runway. A few have said this trend is almost played out. However, I think it may stick around for a while. (Think skinny jeans or layers of bangles. Trends don't seem to go away as fast anymore, they just become another line on the list of what's fashionable.)

But something odd started to happen last spring. Hemlines started rising. No longer was it, "Oh, leggings under a dress! Cute!" It was, "Is that a dress? I think it's a long t-shirt. Cute!" Then it became, "I can see the crease in her buttocks." And in the past few weeks celebrities have done it and just switched them out for pants altogether.

Big no-no. BIG no-no. Because now, as in Manhattan, normal, everyday people have decided to do the same. Some were wearing very heavy, somewhat structured leggings so it wasn't as bad.

Then there was the girl I had to stop and stare at because you could see jiggling. Jiggling bits. And pieces. Jiggling bits and pieces. It wasn't pretty. Maybe her date thought so, but I could have won my point in a court of law. And she was cute. And fashionista-ish. Not trashy.

Now, I don't have a photo of this for you. (I have issues with that kind of thing.) I'm not sure you would want to see one if I did.

So, for now, please, oh good people of the world, leave the leggings-as-pants trend to Gwen Stefani. However thick and structured they may be it is NOT flattering... unless you're Gwen Stefani. Your significant other may tell you it is. But it only is to him. No one else.

After all, I could win this point in a court of law.
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Wednesday, April 9, 2008

"Start spreadin' the news..."

New York was AWEsome and aMAZing and inCREDible. I want to blog on every little thing we did, but that also could take the next month. So for now I'll share some of the fun photos I bribed Nate for.


Nate dressed up for the long plane ride.


The view from our hotel room. Can you believe it????


Can you READ the SIGN??? Do you SEE the SHOES??? Do you SEE where I AM???


Yes, we went. Helen Mirren and Jose Conseco. She was a beautiful lady. He was a jerk.


At FAO Shwartz, with the biggest Wookie ever.


The piano from BIG. I did a very choppy version of "Doe-A-Deer." I rocked.


Chicago! And Nate actually liked it! We also miraculously got to see Wicked later in the week, but I was so excited I forgot to take a picture. Typical.


Top of the Rock. (Rockefeller Center) One of the security guards asked if I was Sarah Jessica Parker. "Umm, no." "I think you are," he said. I told him he was just trying to flatter me, but I'm not really sure if that's a good thing or bad thing that he thought I was her. Nate and I laughed about it the rest of the evening.


She's beautiful, isn't she?


Empire State Building.


I wasn't expecting Ground Zero to affect me the way that it did. It was very hard to experience.


Cold. Windy. But we walked across the Brooklyn Bridge...


...and ate at the famous Grimaldi's Pizza!


Ice skating in Rockefeller Center.


"I recall Central Park in fall..."


Seinfeld, anyone? "Festivus isn't over until George pins me!"


They loved me so much they named a building after me.


The last season at Yankees Stadium. And we were there.


Brian Bruney threw Nate a ball during BP to prove it.


We flew in at midnight Sunday and drove home to a wonderful waiting welcome! (Those are snickerdoodles on the plate. Thanks Ian and Gramma!)

We had so many wonderful experiences that aren't even captured here. I'll expand in other posts on some of these photos, too. So much. So amazing. I can truly say "I (heart) NY!"
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