tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84755062011-04-21T22:50:50.035-04:00<b>Who:</b> A short chronicle of the last 2 years of my 20s.<br> <b>What:</b> Music musings, writing, inspiration, frustration, determination and more.<br> <b>Where:</b> NYC.<br> <b>When:</b> Check your watch.<br> Why: For the same reason you're on my site.Randinoreply@blogger.comBlogger911100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8475506.post-58193820217322523522006-12-31T08:00:00.000-05:002006-12-31T08:02:20.101-05:00

looking forward to 2007 as i hope it brings only good changes to my life. perhaps a baby in that year, writing more good things, singing more, making more time to spend with the people in my life that i love... we're starting off the celebration at a friend's incredibly big, gorgeous, jaw-dropping apartment, complete with adorable baby (who will probably be asleep when we get there) and then

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i am really lazy lately with the lack of capitalization, huh? i am contemplating starting a web site, both blog-oriented and more of a nyc-type site...one that can actually make some money for me with advertisers and the like. i think i have a pretty good idea that has some legs, and we'll see what happens. i'm in the research stage so far and taking lots of notes on what i want, name ideas,

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i'm too pissed to dedicate proper grammar and capital letters to this post. my boss fired me. fucking fired me. why, you ask? to make a long, drawn out, and exhausting story short, my wonderful husband wound up working for him as well, creating an incredible project that was worth at least 4 times what he charged. 4 times. this is not an exaggeration; anyone in his industry would agree.

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I am a paid freelance writer for a particular blog (one where I use my 'real' identity) and I just found out about a really deceptive, evil thing my boss did. The site I write for has several writers. I wrote a review of a place a few months ago. Last week, another writer wrote a review of the same place, so my boss basically apologized to me, saying "She didn't remember the name of the place

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I've been having lots of guilt lately about how little I cook for my husband and I. My step-Mom gave me a cookbook for Hanukkah (she just sends stuff to the apartment so I open it, not knowing what it's for) and I take it as a hint. A friendly hint, but a hint. So - I've started to try recipes during the day for my lunches. That way, if they suck I don't have to be embarrassed in front of my

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I started this blog about 2 years ago with the intention of writing completely anonymously: no real first name, no family member names, no way to figure out who I am unless you are REALLY bored and want to piece together 2 years of entries. I told lots of friends and ex-friends about it (yeah I'm lame I think I really do have 1-2 "ex" friends out there) and for the most part, they're the ones

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My husband D and I went to see Borat last night. We're normally not big movie-goers, but typically wait for something to come out on DVD or pay-per view and watch it at home. It's cheaper, more comfortable to relax on a couch, and the element of pause for bathroom breaks basically kicks ass. However, we couldn't wait to see Borat - so many friends said it's hilarious and every trailer I've

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I have an unhealthy obsession with hotel bathroom sundries. Lotions, shampoos, conditioners, soaps, sewing kits, perfumes, shower caps and anything of the bathroom variety - I love them. I am blessed with two bathrooms in my apartment - one is for my husband and I, one for guests - and the one for guests also serves as a storage room for this addiction. Taking a quick inventory, I have:- 16

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It's been MONTHS since I've written in here. The good news is, that's because I've been busy working a ton, been busy with my singing group, and been busy taking care of my husband as he recovers from a knee surgery. The bad news is, I had to post today to get over the guilt of not posting, and I really don't have anything exciting to say today, other than that turning the clocks back isn't so

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I'm going out of town for 5 days with my Dad. It's something I've never done, and my husband's not even coming with me. I am hoping it will be a lot of fun but also feel like 5 straight days with just the two of us we might drive each other nuts, run out of stuff to talk about, or simply be ready to come home. We're going to take a mini-course/seminar for a week, and in the constant quest to

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Well, I've changed my template from cotton-candy-almost-too-sweet-to-be-me to a clean, white slate. I also have another blog I'm writing for online, and I'm actually getting paid for that one. The conundrum I face is this: do I merge the two identities -- letting everyone know who I really am? The other blog has my face, my real name, but is purely professional without a smidge of personal

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I haven't written in the past few weeks because I've slipped into a somewhat self-deprecating mode of "What is my life amounting to?" and "What do I really want to DO with my 24 hours in a day other than sleep for about 8 of them?" In the last week I was offered a meeting with a friend (and VERY high level exec at an entertainment company) to co-write a book with her. I was officially offered a

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When I was younger, my P.E. teacher (remember calling them that since it stood for "Physical Education" which was entirely too long to pronounce?) used to call me Charmin, because my last name sorta sounded like it and, according to him, it rhymed. Not so. That's like when my Dad, growing up, first learned about rhyming words and said that "tin" and "can" rhyme.Yesterday a commercial came on tv

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I arrange music for a cappella groups. I have arranged for my groups in the past, arrange for my current group, and was fortunate enough to break into arranging for other groups and get paid for it. This isn't comprised of writing original songs, but taking another song, doing a "cover" of it, and arranging for anywhere from 4-11 part harmonies. As far as I know, there's no legal way to

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You'll understand the title when you reach #8 below. This entry is dedicated as the Top 10 Reasons You Know You're A True Foodie. Not a gourmet foodie, but just an unhealthy obsession with food, talking about food, reading and writing about it.1) I read "Fast Food Nation" and yet I've been spotted with a McDonald's burger since that book.2) I read "The Man Who Ate Everything" and thought "he

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For years I've been saying I want to write. Write articles, write a book, write in my blog. Now's the time to kick myself in the ass and start in on this book. Not a pleasant topic but one that's built up inside of me from the last 17 years - obsessive compulsive disorder. Not from the perspective of science or medicine but more of the personal side of what it's like to live with it.And off

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5 days after the hospital visit, the doc called and said they did a "re-read" (what the fuck is that?) of my x-ray and my finger is broken. I go to a specialist who confirms it and even shows me the break on the x-ray, and a few weeks later my finger is still in a lovely splint. But it's a nifty high-tech splint that looks like it was made out of silly putty that hardens to your finger. I am

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Well now that I'm in a new neighborhood, I had a chance to visit my new local hospital, apparently picking one that was actually FURTHER from another one close to me. After jury duty (I was selected and am on a case but can't discuss until it's over... should be short), I left the courthouse, tripped and fell on a VERY beat up sidewalk, and damn near broke my hand. 90 minutes at the hospital

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Well, I made it past my 29th birthday and had never been summoned for jury duty until now. I postponed my service until now because before it was smack in the middle of moving. Of course, the post office lost my second form I was to receive with my new date, and so I had to show up at the courthouse at 8am to get a new form. That was the bad news. The good news is there are 6 stations inside

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I normally don't find myself on a computer when I'm on vacation, but I've had a lot of down time on this vacation (I'm in the Caribbean with my family) and had free internet access. I met a fascinating person who's about my age who grew up in Communist Germany named Madlen - she's 31 and was 14 when the Berlin Wall came down. We wound up talking with her for about an hour; she had a bad

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I'm posting today only b/c it's been over two weeks since my last post, and I really wanted to be consistent with my blog. I know many of my posts are funny complaints, silly stories, or just "what the fuck" posts - and I'm NEVER political on my blog (not yet, at least)...Today I will post to say that it's 24 degrees in NYC, sunny, and my hubby and I are moving in less than a month. I couldn't

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Have you ever told someone "Hey check out my blog at www.blablabla.com" and then regretted you told them about it? I never realized my blog would be such an outlet for me to vent feelings, and unfortunately I'm at the point where I can't remember which people I've told my site about... and some of them might be offended if I posted stuff that indirectly pertains to them. No - to you that are my

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There are literally THOUSANDS of online quizzes you can take for fun; merely to see the results and say "oh that's so NOT true" or "oh how cool, that's totally me" or "No way, I'm not Day and Night Barbie, I'm glam Barbie", or my personal favorite:"Neat. Let me send to my friends so they can have the same reaction."Here's a quiz I took about what I should major in. I guess I need to go back to

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So many people have birthdays and use the old adage of "29 again, huh?" - well today I really am 29. Birthdays like 26 and 27 were a little depressing because I started to feel old, but somehow 29 doesn't feel bad at all. Actually it feels pretty great - probably because my husband turns the big 3-0 in two months. Hee hee.

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Imagine your typical refrigerator with magnetic letters on it. Imagine trying to spell a word while 40 other people are trying at the same time; taking your letters whenever they want. I don't know how long this site will be up but you have to check it out because it's virtual fridge magnet letters and it's maddening how addictive it is. Enjoy!

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In the last 100 years, Christmas and the beginning of Hanukkah have fallen on the same day, so I felt it was necessary to post today to both honor that and wish all my readers, my friends, and anyone who stumbles upon this post a Happy Hanukkah, Happy Kwanzaa, and Merry Christmas!!!

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I guess I got what I deserved, since I'm 28 and still eating kids' foods like Pop Tarts. I made a PT in the toaster this morning, set it on low since they cook very fast, and lo and behold - I got a fucking blister on TWO fingers when attempting to remove the said pastry vessel from the toaster. Apparently, some of the delightful strawberry filling can secretly ooze out of the bottom of the PT

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You're probably aware of the transit strike in NYC. No busses, no subways. It literally crippled the city to the point that it looked like a summer weekend when everyone goes away. In a way it was kind of delightful - I usually hear honking off the West Side Highway and today was peaceful. If you don't live here, you don't realize that EVERYONE, I mean EVERYONE, relies on mass transit to get

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So, I said here that I was going to leave my singing group. I pushed up the date today after a whole lot of undue stress that the group was causing me and that I was probably causing the group. I had my last show, my last solo on Monday with the group. Don't you hate it when you make decisions that you're not 100% certain about, but you still feel like you have to make them now? I have to

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Disclaimer: this is a bitchy post; granted - I am a complainer by nature, which is not my best quality, but this one might make you think I'm shallow, which I'm not if you know me personally. It's a really stupid post but just got my blood racing a little. Speaking of complaining, a good friend of mine just told me that every time he calls, I complain about my health, like my back hurts, I'm

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Pictures are usually the one thing I can see that bring up the strongest feelings of nostalgia, but this morning, it wasn't pictures. It was dishes. When my husband and I first started dating, he lived in a 400 sq foot studio in NYC. We both went to work during the day, met up at graduate school at night, and usually came home for dinner to his studio (I still had my own place) no earlier than

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It may look like a sports score but it's a temperature battle. I feel so badly for my apartment, my mom, and all of the NYCers who are 'back home' while I'm on Thanksgiving vacation in Florida where it's already 80 degrees in Ft. Lauderdale. I guess even with Black Friday being today, there are droves of insane people in NY for just this holiday who are literally going to shop until their lungs

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Seeing as I'm at my computer most of the day writing, arranging music or procrastinating (who me?), I have a list of web sites I love to stalk now and then when I get a little bored. Perhaps after I finish writing a book and make millions or grow a penis, whichever is more realistic... these sites would clue into what my next career move should be. None of these are really "I've never heard of

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I went to dinner tonight with my husband. We walked over a mile, were wearing long-sleeved shirts and jeans (no jackets) and sat al fresco (ooh fancy words for outside, huh) on Broadway and had a great Italian meal. Surprisingly there weren't lots of horns honking, loud-mouthed pedestrians, and we were 4 blocks north of Times Square and 5 blocks south of Columbus Circle; both VERY busy places.

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We went to see The Odd Couple on Broadway last night. First of all, I never take for granted the fact that I live within walking distance of the theater district and people travel from all over the world to come see broadway shows. Secondly, when spending about $200 for the evening, I expect it to be worthwhile; breaking down to about $50 an hour for a 2 hour show. Thirdly, knowing that

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Naples, FL is my hometown (lived there until I was 14 and my Dad still lives there). My Dad's apartment is about 100 yards away from the Gulf Of Mexico. He's up here for now but has no idea if there's been any damage to his apartment... many of his windows have no hurricane shutters. My in-laws had a window shatter and soak their living room and have a leak in their kitchen ceiling. I can't

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There have been an influx of articles in the past year about 'metrosexuals' - men who enjoy pampering themselves, are into their looks, clothes, and in my mind - are essentially taking care of themselves the way many gay men do without actually being gay. However, I've discovered a mutation of this - the kind of man that isn't a metrosexual. He scoffs at dressing trendy and still dresses

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Another member of my a cappella group quit last night. I've had many people talk to me saying they hope I don't quit, but the reality is I've made the decision, am sticking to it - but in my heart I want what's best for the group and between now and when I leave. Out of 10 old members (sadly, we just took 3 new ones in the fall), I know every last one of us has considered, some more strongly

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I have an away message on my AOL IM list that says "Blech" and it's a perfect way to describe today. It's pouring rain (Note: I grew up in FL, home to torrential downpours and can't tell you the last time I saw this) so it makes today even more 'blech'. There is a ton of tension in my a cappella group and I've been told by almost everyone that I have caused it. I tried bringing something up

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Saw this movie yesterday with my good friend Sara - it was so cute but man, what a slow start! It took about 25 minutes before the movie got going. The funny thing is, my Dad saw the movie and said I should take my husband b/c it's not a chick flick. Um, Dad? Are you living under a rock? That movie could not be a bigger chick flick unless it had some music by David Foster (see: tons of

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It's almost official; official enough that I can announce it to my quasi-readers of the blog... we are moving. For those who don't live in NYC, it's hard to explain the varying neighborhoods in the city that change from block to block, and even harder to explain the craziness that is Manhattan real estate. What I can honestly say is, for the last 4 years, my husband and I have lived in one of

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In no particular order. I thought this list was necessary because I'm getting too bogged down by the news lately. Feel free to add your own in the comments.1) Having the same goofy sense of humor as my husband2) Thinking of something funny &, when merely thinking about it - I can crack up loud. Home alone.3) Dogs. All shapes and sizes. Particularly mine.4) Singing.5) Fat babies.6) Eating a

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Lately when I want to write on the blog, I can only think of depressing things to write about, like my grandmother who had a stroke 2 years ago and how it's hard for me to visit her, how I am stuck in a career crisis, how I want to help out friends but have to be selfish with my time... and I realized I'm such a killjoy for anyone reading my blog. This site serves two purposes: a) for me to have

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I was in CVS with my husband buying light-bulbs. We were play-arguing over the wattage, and as he walked away, I said to him in a loud-ish voice something playful and joking. A woman is squatting below me, complete with her giant Louis Vuitton purse over her shoulder, and says "Ugh (that annoying "ugh" sound) - could you not yell?" so I said "So sorry you have such a bad attitude, that's not my

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The bad: I put this first because it's the funny part. We were stuck next to a drunk asshole and his drunk girlfriend at Coldplay last night. Here's my list of the top 10 things NOT to do at a concert, all of which we actually experienced last night. 1) Do not put your garbage directly in front of my seat, so when I first arrive I have to kick it back over to your bitches' chair. 2) Do not raise

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There was an article today in the Wall Street Journal about searching people's blogs, finding topics of interest to you, etc. With so many blogs out there, and with me feeling bad that only a few of my friends read mine on a regular (or even semi-regular) basis, I was SO excited today to get my first real post from a total stranger! A few days ago I got one from someone that basically spammed

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Ahhhhhhh.... I got my first paid writing gig as a beauty/fashion stringer (insert tremendous laughter here) for an online shopping web site/blog. The premise of the site is that you don't have time to scour the 'net for the latest trends and fashion deals or cool items, so 'we do it for you'. Yes - the same girl who still shops at Gap and Old Navy (hell yeah) and realized this weekend that my

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Stop what you're doing, go to the Red Cross web site, and donate whatever you can, even if it's just $1, to the victims of Hurricane Katrina. It's so tempting to get in our car and drive down there, but everyone keeps saying that cash is the best way to help and volunteers aren't needed. At the same time, to hear Bush keep saying for over 48 hours that help is on the way is bullshit. How long

Randinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8475506.post-1125582934207578352005-09-01T09:52:00.000-04:002005-09-01T09:55:34.213-04:00

Our hiking trip out of town was amazing. In less than a week, I come back and learn to be an angry NY-er once again. I have been dealing with one doctor for 4 months over billing issues, none of which is my fault. I saw this doctor 3 times and just found out they have billed me for 4 visits (one was a fake visit, apparently). In addition, 2 of the 3 visits were regular office visits (

Randinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8475506.post-1124285026337750742005-08-17T09:17:00.000-04:002005-08-17T09:23:46.343-04:00

Haha - gotcha with that intro... not what you think (men! Take cover!), but I can't believe I waited a month to post again, for my 3 faithful readers. If it becomes a monthly post, so be it, but I will try to get back on track. If there are more readers out there, let me know. Leave me a message. It's nice. We're off to go hiking in Colorado for a week, and believe it or not, Mrs.

Randinoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8475506.post-1121857771386148292005-07-20T07:07:00.000-04:002005-07-20T07:09:31.393-04:00

We have finally finished mixing and mastering our CD that was started (recorded) in January 2005. Thank heavens I'm not on the committee to do the layout, because I can sit back and say "not my problem" when weeks go by without a design. I feel really proud of what we created. Granted, I'm not the engineer with the technical skills, but I spent many hours mixing and re-recording to get an

Randinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8475506.post-1121199098872469042005-07-12T16:06:00.000-04:002005-07-12T16:11:38.880-04:00

I'd normally be completely against a show like CBS's new reality show, Rockstar, which is the search to find a new lead singer for INXS after the death of Michael Hutchence in 1997. It's fine to want a new lead singer, but for a rock band so well-known by the sound and talent of their lead singer (U2, Smashing Pumpkins, Coldplay, etc), please change your name or change something so you don't

Randinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8475506.post-1120841788993557392005-07-08T12:53:00.000-04:002005-07-08T12:56:28.996-04:00

I just used Skype for the first time today. In layman's terms, it's a way for you to speak through your computer microphone to another person anywhere in the world. I think you can also use it to dial phone numbers anywhere in the world. Did I mention it's free? Not that I ever need to use this since I have unlimited local/long distance phone service, but my good friend Elizabeth is living in

Randinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8475506.post-1120575439900909172005-07-05T10:50:00.000-04:002005-07-05T10:57:29.190-04:00

Dave and I just came back from a weekend in Chicago to visit my college friends, Brett, Adrienne, Olga and Nick. We had spectacular weather the entire weekend until we departed from our gate at O'Hare yesterday. That resulted in a 2-hour delay on the tarmac. Scared-to-fly-me did surprisingly well, even with no medication. While in Chicago, we made no plans other than meals. A great Italian

Randinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8475506.post-1120155290972154612005-06-30T14:10:00.000-04:002005-06-30T14:15:04.886-04:00

Saw "Wicked" yesterday for the 3PM matinee. 3rd row mezzanine, slight partial obstruction view (didn't say it on the ticket, dammit) and had a great time doing a first - hitting up a Broadway show by myself. Saw David Ayers (guy I went to college with, had some classes with him but didn't really know him) play the male lead, Fiyero... and I gotta say, he was good but not great. At least he's

Randinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8475506.post-1119544035638822222005-06-23T12:20:00.000-04:002005-06-23T12:27:15.646-04:00

So the entire world seems to know how to play poker. It's on every channel, the 'real' poker players are annoyed that the 'wannabe players' have entered their world and are actually winning money. We're going to Atlantic City this weekend with my Dad and his wife to play Dave's favorite game (mine too), craps. Lots of different bets to make, you don't have to lose your money too quickly (or

Randinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8475506.post-1119281766217817802005-06-20T11:33:00.000-04:002005-06-20T11:36:06.226-04:00

Our one-year anniversary was yesterday. Does that mean I can no longer say I'm a newlywed? I don't know what the official rules are. We actually went to the gym yesterday for the first time in months (getting ready for a hiking trip in August to Aspen). Feeling blah because I have a lingering sinus infection (or so I think) because the entire right side of my face has been hurting me every

Randinoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8475506.post-1118665183273649522005-06-13T08:14:00.000-04:002005-06-13T08:19:43.280-04:00

...get it in writing. I was once in a semi-professional group in college where I sang a cappella for a summer. I took the time to learn music, travel to places like Bumblefuck, Illinois to perform, and it basically took away from the time that I would normally have had a paying job. The person I sang with (a friend of mine) had promised payment per show. Once the end of the summer rolled

Randinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8475506.post-1118581429265343972005-06-12T08:57:00.000-04:002005-06-12T09:03:49.273-04:00

Ok - not the fun treat from the infamous SNL skit, but last night I think I lost a pound of weight from sweating my arse off. My a cappella group had our semi-annual big show, and we showed up to the venue about 2 hours before the show. Keep in mind it was in the high 80s with 10000% humidity yesterday, and rain made it even stickier. We walk into an oven with 6 or so portable air conditioners

Randinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8475506.post-1118325372615226982005-06-09T09:56:00.000-04:002005-06-13T08:20:58.556-04:00

Not that my internet connection is slow, but I recently discovered I canpost to my blog via e-mail, which makes it a lot easier for me. Let's justsee if I can figure out how to get it right and not screw up HTML tags andheadings. On May 13, I said I would write later about three topics: babies havingbabies, quitting my job, and a particular rockstar. I'm finally gettingaround to writing about

Randinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8475506.post-1118234731284360562005-06-08T08:39:00.000-04:002005-06-08T08:45:31.290-04:00

Last night in rehearsal, we were in the middle of singing a song, and someone says "This is fucking awful". She says this 4 days before our show. She says this to 12 other people who have been working hard, while she comes to each rehearsal with her hands on her hips, doesn't warm-up, and basically only sings when she feels like it. She has an opinion (who doesn't) but when the rest of the

Randinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8475506.post-1118110531987388392005-06-06T22:08:00.000-04:002005-06-06T22:20:21.143-04:00

I don't read my own posts: I just edit as I write them, post them, and then they become the intellectual property of the Internet for everyone else (note: the 3 people who read this) to consume. However, in seeing the titles of my last few posts, I'm realizing there's a negative trend of what I write about. It's very typical of me. I kept journals in high school on and off, and if a stranger

Randinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8475506.post-1117806792731428792005-06-03T09:49:00.000-04:002005-06-03T09:53:12.736-04:00

I've gained about 7 pounds since my wedding almost one year ago. I think the number of times I've been to the gym since then I can count on two hands. The gym is in my building - an elevator ride away, and I work from home. Damn am I lazy. I am continually frustrated by hurting hands battling with the desire to write in this blog every day, but I can barely get my job done!My a cappella group

Randinoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8475506.post-1116884823684082012005-05-23T17:34:00.001-04:002005-05-23T17:47:03.686-04:00

This happened today. I am the character "Me". Scene: Starbucks at 42nd Street and 11th Avenue (yes, 11th Avenue exists). Waiting in line for a treat or coffee, I am undecided on just how much sugar I want to ingest. A woman waits at the register while she places her order, and I am standing approximately 3 feet (perhaps the width of 2 people away?) to the right of her. There is no room to

Randinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8475506.post-1115999999924247092005-05-13T11:58:00.000-04:002005-05-13T11:59:59.930-04:00

Just wrote a long post after not being online for a month with my blog, and it disappeared! Argh, technology. Too frustrated now to write it again but will re-write tomorrow. This is more of a reminder for myself than anything, but I will write about:1) Quitting my job2) Babies having babies3) Prom date turned rock starInteresting topics, huh? Makes you want to check back in, right?

Randinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8475506.post-1114115506573819002005-04-21T16:31:00.000-04:002005-04-21T16:31:46.573-04:00

Florida in less than 24 hrs. Still fragmented typing (carpal tunnel in BOTH wrists). Happy Passover!

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- carpal tunnel- tennis elbow tendonitis- rotator cuff tendonitis- ice, therapy, wrist splint, ice therapy, no medication (thank you crohn's disease for no anti-inflammatory pills allowed dammit). one word. fuck.

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wrist is still in SUH-VEERE pain. too hard to type many caps (or full sentences) with one hand. this sucks. no computer use on this hand for 2 weeks? more? you are shit out of luck when taking two plates out of a dishwasher at one time is too much weight on hand. also shit out of luck trying to play piano at rehearsal one-handed. oh yeah - and the desk job that's 100% e-mailing? fuck fuck

Randinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8475506.post-1112030104425836772005-03-28T12:14:00.000-05:002005-03-28T12:15:04.426-05:00

New desk. Adjustable legs for optimal height. Fancy schmancy desk chair for optimal positioning. So why the fuck does my wrist and arm hurt all day and all night long? This is so depressing - it makes it so hard to have a desk job and makes working really painful.

Randinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8475506.post-1111705104925801772005-03-24T17:50:00.000-05:002005-03-24T17:58:24.926-05:00

Don't you people get sick of "American Idol"? How stupid do the producers have to be to assign the wrong phone numbers to the wrong contestants? I watched one season of this show, season 1, then said "I've had enough". Each week, they each sing a song, they slap together some stupid montage, have Paula/Randy/Simon fight, and oh wait! Oh goody! AMERICA gets to pick who wins a crappy recording

Randinoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8475506.post-1111432367110011252005-03-21T14:11:00.000-05:002005-03-21T14:12:47.110-05:00

After so many lengthy entries I'm worried I'll dissapoint myself with a short entry. So - I'm breaking the cycle and making this short. I visited my sister and her family this weekend with my husband, and my niece looks like a Cabbage Patch Kid. HUGE cheeks that make her facial features look smushed. So cute.

Randinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8475506.post-1111070357133833222005-03-17T09:32:00.000-05:002005-03-17T09:40:31.273-05:00

I have this friend Dave who I've known for 15 years. We went to middle school together, then the same boarding school, then stayed in touch somewhat during college. The last 6 years we've both lived in NYC and I can honestly say (which I told him) that he would've been a bridesmaid at my wedding if he didn't look terrible in purple (and a strapless dress).It's so great when you hear someone has

Randinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8475506.post-1110675177599624742005-03-12T19:46:00.000-05:002005-03-12T19:52:57.600-05:00

Our a cappella group is trying to come up with a name for our CD. We formed a CD committee - three people in charge of the entire 'production' side of the CD. Thankfully I'm not on it since I'm busy mixing, but why do I give such a crap about the CD title? Maybe because the two options we were given to vote on were:1) Flair - as in the choice red items we wore at one show. One show. And

Randinoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8475506.post-1110380819101439272005-03-09T09:58:00.000-05:002005-03-09T10:06:59.103-05:00

I need a blog where I can have private posts instead of making everything public. The chances of certain people in this world of 6 billion plus reading my blog is not as 'slim to none' as you'd think. I've told a handful of common friends about my blog but haven't told others, knowing that I might want to bitch about them soon on this cyber-dumping space of nonsense.I'm hitting that point right

Randinoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8475506.post-1109883653331203342005-03-03T15:56:00.000-05:002005-03-03T16:00:53.333-05:00

My husband is getting me hooked on NPR. Yes, National Public Radio. I have temporarily put my taste in music (Kanye West, Sade, any Chopin, etc) on hold to listen to two excellent shows in the afternoon:The Leonard Lopate ShowRadiolabRight now on Radiolab they're talking about the concept of time. The concept of the show is essentially discussing a topic and using various sound bytes to

Randinoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8475506.post-1109861233632193212005-03-03T09:44:00.000-05:002005-03-03T09:47:13.633-05:00

My Dad is throwing a 50th surprise party for his wife this spring, and she's not a fan of surprises... at least that's what I gather. Now the whole world will know how old she is, and for the longest time she seemed to keep it a pretty good secret. So - my a cappella group has decided to perform for all these upcoming gigs: bridal shower, birthday party, anniversary party, and we could use the

Randinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8475506.post-1109609202673088642005-02-28T11:45:00.000-05:002005-02-28T11:46:42.676-05:00

Don't ever buy anything from them. I had a HORRIBLE customer service experience with them. It lasted 2 hours on the phone to buy bedding. We signed up for a card so we'd save 15%. Oh hell I am so frustrated it's not even worth it to write about the mundane, mind-numbing details of the entire ordeal. Just do yourself a favor - never go to that zoo of a store on 34th at Herald Square, and

Randinoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8475506.post-1109508804536361562005-02-27T07:45:00.000-05:002005-02-27T07:54:44.993-05:00

My husband has noticed that, during the week, I usually wake up much later than he (his alarm is set at 6am and I'm out of bed around 7:30AM). On the weekends, something odd happens - I'm up no later than 7am. My only alarm is internal - so it must be my body telling me to get up and enjoy the peacefulness of a Saturday or Sunday morning in NYC.I'm not talking about in Central Park or a

Randinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8475506.post-1109367453993959542005-02-25T16:24:00.000-05:002005-02-25T16:39:56.530-05:00

I never knew there was a place to go rollerskating in NYC (other than Central Park), until another member of my a cappella group told me about it a few weeks ago. The Roxy has rollerskating every Wednesday night, and she invited all of us on a group outing (something we all complain about not doing often enough). Well after all the complaining, a whopping 2 of us showed up (nice job ladies) and

Randinoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8475506.post-1109112679004099322005-02-22T17:46:00.000-05:002005-02-22T17:51:19.006-05:00

Bagel's test results came back. Not only did she not have a tumor, there's no cancer. She has some kind of fungal infection that caused her to lick her arm. We probably didn't have to do the surgery but we wouldn't really have known unless we waited it out for about a month... so I'm glad we did it.All we have to do now is keep this silly collar on her, wait 2-3 weeks to bathe her (eew), and

Randinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8475506.post-1109000848827974372005-02-21T10:45:00.000-05:002005-02-21T10:54:39.223-05:00

1) I love when it snows and it's a holiday - streets are empty and I can get my errands done in 30 minutes.2) My dog still hasn't gotten results back from her mass removal. I hope it's benign.3) Cab drivers have great stories. Talk to them.4) It will be extremely difficult to write in this blog once a day.5) Chubby Hubby ice cream is the best flavor. Ever.

Randinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8475506.post-1108607919385734712005-02-16T21:34:00.000-05:002005-02-16T21:38:39.386-05:00

A few years ago I found a cell phone (note: a nice cell phone) in a cab on my way home. I left it on, waited for someone to call me, and when the owner found me and his phone, I arranged for him to get it back. How nice. Today, apparently I put my wallet back in my bag on the LIRR on my way home from a doctor's appointment. It didn't really make it into my bag. I hopped in a cab, and in front

Randinoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8475506.post-1108477369211001992005-02-15T09:19:00.000-05:002005-02-15T09:22:49.213-05:00

I have a healthy obsession with contemporary a cappella. I just got the unmixed files for my group's recording that we did in January, and I am SO excited to hear the tracks. Even with no mixing, we're pretty damn good, and it's a great feeling to lead the group and hear the product of my efforts. Ok - a little self-absorbed, it's everyone's effort because everyone sings, but who teaches it?

Randinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8475506.post-1108388157311857232005-02-14T08:24:00.000-05:002005-02-14T08:35:57.313-05:00

Last night, our family cockatiel, Smokey, died after living for almost 22 years. 22 years! We got him when I was 6 years old, so it's hard to remember what live was like without him. He lived with my parents, then with my sister, and she's had him for about 9 years. It's hit her the hardest because she's been so used to his squawking, cleaning his water dish every day... my 2 1/2 year old

Randinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8475506.post-1108307951688670992005-02-13T10:17:00.000-05:002005-02-13T10:19:11.690-05:00

The motto "why do today what you can put off until tomorrow" is too-often my mantra. Dave and I were married last June. We haven't ordered wedding photos yet. The parents are teeming with frustration. I just started a new job - no immediate deadlines, just lots of documentation/guidelines to create, and again - I put them off.Even showering. Sometimes don't you think a shower isn't necessary

Randinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8475506.post-1108257788384804432005-02-12T20:15:00.000-05:002005-02-12T20:23:08.386-05:00

After two crappy days of dealing with Bagel and her health problems, we found out that the test results are inconclusive. So glad we shelled out $85 for a test that either has to be re-done or now do a biopsy. They ruled out a bacterial infection, which means either a good tumor or a bad tumor are the options that are left. Oh yeah - and today's her birthday.For Valentine's Day my husband Dave

Randinoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8475506.post-1108134674510300222005-02-11T10:03:00.000-05:002005-02-11T10:11:23.660-05:00

Listening to a dog cry has to be one of the worst sounds imaginable. My dog isn't hurt, she's not in any pain, so that should be comforting, right? Wrong. She has this stupid cone on her head (I call it "funnel face" because it looks just like that) so she doesn't scratch or bite at this mass on her leg, and apparently she thinks this cone has magical powers to paralyze her. She refuses to walk

Randinoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8475506.post-1108057487363075502005-02-10T13:36:00.000-05:002005-02-10T12:45:22.746-05:00

I just brought my dog into the vet this morning. She had a red mark on her arm, and from what my father-in-law said he sees on his dog all the time, it sounded like a "hot spot". Just some red irritation on the skin that the dog causes herself. So - I go to the vet, find out she needs to lose 2 pounds (I can't resist giving the treats to her - if you saw her you'd understand why), and then the

Randinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8475506.post-1107954749894161592005-02-09T08:09:00.000-05:002005-02-09T08:38:42.756-05:00

My friend Sara briefly mentioned on the phone last night that she keeps a blog, and it reminded me for the first time in 5 months, "Oh yeah - I started one of those". Right. One entry in September does not make me a blogger. The story behind the naming of the blog. Perfect pitch was taken. A musical term to describe people who can hear any note and name it, listen to a song and instantly

Randinoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8475506.post-1096162953598810892004-09-26T01:40:00.000-04:002005-12-15T16:35:37.753-05:00

I've been online for almost 10 years. I can recall my first days on the Internet, when that irritating buzz of AOL's dial-up modem would tingle in my ears -- it was the only way I could communicate with my friends away from boarding school without running up an enormous long distance phone bill. I used AOL's e-mail, instant messenger, chat rooms, and knew nothing about web pages outside of what

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