I Have the Best Hub Evah.

Well hello strangers, I am back. My boss is off this week, so despite a huge workload that is burying me I am here with you! What a gal!

Christmas was just lovely this year. I think I got the best gifts evah this year. I made up a new song to celebrate my gifts: "Have a Coachy, Coachy Christmas, right this very moment..." Catchy, no? This is my song for this year because Santa was goooood to True in the Coach bag department. I got 2 wristlets, a handbag, and an ipod cover. And three of those were from Hub - now, if you know anything about Hub its that he is cheap (frugal? cautious with money? whatever, the man does not like to spend money). So I open some gifts from him, and he got me cool stuff (books I wanted, peppermint foot lotion, other goodies) and as I am getting mad because he didn't get me the one thing that I actually dropped hints about (the new White Stripes cd), he hands me a box. I unwrap it to find a shoe box. Did he buy me Manolos? Let's not get crazy. So I open it to find a Coach box inside, tied with a pretty red ribbon. Inside was a holiday patchwork wristlet. Woo hoo! I am in shock, as Hub thinks that Coach bags are the biggest ripoff on the planet, next to Kate Spade bags and Louis Vuitton bags and all the other bags near and dear to my heart. Then he hands me the next gift. Again, a shoe box, again with a Coach box inside it, this time with a holiday patchwork handbag in it. My eyes are as big as saucers. He tells me I can pick one of the two to keep (which he later relented on and said I could keep both. Yup, I am spoiled.). And after that ANOTHER shoebox, with ANOTHER Coach box in it. What the...??? This time its the khaki signature ipod cover with hot pink trim. My Hub, the man who only buys shoes when he can get them at Kohl's for $5, bought me THREE Coach items! Then we go to my mom's, and she bought me another Coach wristlet! Whoa! Can a girl get any luckier than that??? Sing it with me..."have a Coachy, Coachy Christmas..."
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On a less-self-absorbed note, Princess LOVED Christmas. She loved her gifts and she thinks Santa is the greatest guy ever. Well, I guess that is still self-absorbed because its my kid becoming like her mom and loving to get gifts. Too bad. I also love giving gifts, I will have you know. I bought Hub a Steel Curtain jersey, signed by all 4 members of the Steel Curtain (Hub is a huge Steelers fan). And I bought him a few books on choppers, and only one of them had my next husband's pic in it (Billy Lane). So see, that wasn't a selfish gift at all. Hardly. Hmm.

My 2-Night Bon Jovi Review

Last night was the second of my two Bon Jovi concerts this week. On Monday night, I was sitting in floor seats as close to Jon Bon Jovi as I have ever been (about 15 feet from him), while last night I was muuuuuch further (upper tier, 15th row).

Now, you know I love me some Bon Jovi, and I would never ever say that one of their concerts wasn't good. But I will say this: These were my least favorite of all the times I have seen them (and I have seen them well over 50 times). They played too many songs from the new CD for my taste. I will never understand why performers who have been around for years and years don't realize that when we come to see them in concert, we want to hear the songs we know all the words to and the ones that actually made us fans of them in the first place. A few new songs, yes. But 8 or 9? Too too much.

My other complaint is the way they revamped a few of the older songs. Take Blaze of Glory for example. It starts out mellow, but then it kicks in and starts rockin. Well, not the version they did. It stayed mellow, and that took away from the enjoyment of the song. And there were a few songs like that, songs that they tried to change up and it just didn't work (if you have heard their "This Left Feels Right" cd, you know that they should leave their songs alone and not try to rearrange them).

But with those complaints aside, I will still say that Bon Jovi is one of the best live bands I have ever seen. The way they connect with the audience is unparalled. Jon touches as many people in the crowd as he can reach, and they are always finding new ways to reach the people in the not-so-good seats (like little secondary stages out in the middle of the arena where Jon sings from). Even the new songs were performed well, and they did play some of my favorite live songs (Bad Medicine, Keep the Faith). Even though this was definitely not my favorite setlist by a long shot, I was still not disappointed. I brought my 16-year-old cousin J and her friend with me, and they were singing along and had a great time. They thought it was an amazing concert (maybe because they didn't have 50+ other shows to compare it to). So that alone made it worthwhile.

And most importantly, my dear God, JBJ is still so incredibly hot its not even funny. Being so close to him, I got a really good look. His skin is just perfect, flawless. His hair is still awesome. And the ass...well, what can I say. A-Mazing. My friend who came with me (and who was at my first Bon Jovi concert with me in 1986) and I were swooning. Yes, swooning, as in, oh my God, hold me up, he is so hot I may just pass out. Seriously.

Merry Christmas, Everyone! See ya in the new year!

I Know, I Suck

I have just been too busy to blog lately. I am surprised anyone comes here anymore. I am sorry, but life has just gotten in the way lately and shows no signs of backing off. As an example, let me tell you my schedule for this week:

Tomorrow: Kick Ass Christmas Party at my house
Sunday: Recovery from said Christmas party, and then an afternoon kiddie Christmas party.
Monday: Bon Jovi concert, plus a MAJOR celeb is coming for meetings at work
Tuesday: Dinner with one of my friends
Wednesday: Work Holiday Party
Thursday: Bon Jovi concert
Friday: wrap gifts
Saturday: Niece's Christmas pageant, and then dinner at my aunts
Sunday: Christmas at Mom and Dad's with the whole fam

The thing is that yes, this is a particularly insane week in my life, but its not totally out of the ordinary. I feel like I never stop. So blogging has taken a backseat. I am hoping 2006 will calm down just a tad so that I can catch up on all my buddies and what you guys are up to.
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Thanks to all of you who have emailed me asking for my home address to send a Christmas card. It means alot to me, truly. But I just can't do it. Too many freaks out there, and I can't take any kind of chances with my daughter. So please know that I am grateful for the thought and its nothing personal. Just gotta stay anonymous.
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I will try to be back before Christmas with my Bon Jovi concert reviews, but just in case....MERRY CHRISTMAS, HAPPY HANNUKAH, HAPPY KWANZAA...whatever you celebrate, make it a good one.

No Work For Me Today! And My Dilemma...

So we got about 6 inches of snow last night and this morning, and Princess' day care was closed. I called work and they were having a delayed opening - but what can I do? I had to call out. This is the drama of being a working mom, I suppose. So, I called my boss and told her I wouldn't be in today. During my interview she told me she was super-flexible and understood what it was like to have young children while working. She seemed cool about it when we spoke this morning, but I suppose we will find out on Monday just how flexible she really is.
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So here is my dilemma. Our annual Christmas bash is next Saturday night. There is this one couple that comes to my parties all the time. The husband is a huge alcoholic, and not the fun kind either. Whatever, his alcoholism is not my problem. What *is* my problem is that they come emptyhanded and then he goes to my bar and drinks bottles and bottles of the expensive stuff. At my last party, which I guess was Mardi Gras, this guy drank a whole $50 bottle of Grey Goose vodka and then started on a $40 bottle of Cabo Wabo tequila. So how do I keep this guy away from the good stuff this year? I hate to put everything away, because I don't mind people having a drink or two (Patsy can have as much as she wants). But this guy is trashed when he arrives at my house and then its like he targets my pricey stuff the second he gets there. Is it rude to put signs on the stuff I don't want him ingesting that say "Do Not Drink This Under Penalty Of Death"?
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The most exciting part of next week's party is going to be the Howlers (in our Jersey-ease, we pronounce it Howlah, btw). It is a delicious little recipe we picked up in Key West - vodka, pink lemonade, ice and Everclear in a blender. Delish. The last time I had a "real" bartender at my party he refused to use Everclear in the Voodoo Daquiris we wanted him to make because he thought we would all go blind. Little did he know we drank those things by the gallon down in our beloved N'Awlins. This time there will be no pesky bartender prohibiting drinks. Yippee!

Sunday Stuff

But first...wow, I can't believe not one person said anything negative about gay marriage. Guppyman must have been busy. Or maybe it was because I told you how close to the mob I am (no, I didn't grow up in Nutley, it was Union) and now you don't want to cross me. Whatever. I am quite impressed with you guys.
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And also...Go Giants! Frickin Feeley did miss another field goal, but at least it didn't cost them the game. I did get some pleasure in knowing that my good friend J, a die hard Cowboys fan, was out in the bitter cold watching his team suck and lose.
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And finally...Lots of people say lots of things about me. Some good, some bad. Whatever. But I had to share with you the best description of me that I have heard lately. My friend Jose, who happens to unfortunately be blogless, emailed me about my last entry concerning gay marriage. He complimented me on what I wrote and then said this:

"That's one of the reasons I love you...that and because you can drink as if we we're in a speakeasy during prohibition not knowing when the next bottle will arrive."

Yay me!

How Is This Possible?

But first...you all probably watch The Sopranos and think its not really all mob'd out like that in every day Jersey life, right? Wrong. Yesterday they found the body of a capo in the Genovese crime family in the trunk of a car in the parking lot of a diner (but of course its a diner, its Jersey after all). Where is the diner, you may ask? In the town where I grew up. It was a super-Italian town (I am not bashing the Italians; Hub is one of them) and the mob was just a part of every day life. I remember as a kid, a guy on my street got shot when he opened his door - a mob hit - except they went to the wrong house, killed the wrong guy. Yay, New Jersey!

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I know I have a couple of right-wingers who read me, so you will just have to excuse this teensy tirade (or comment on it nicely, people, I am no longer tolerating anything other than civility from my commentors). Did anyone see this? How is it that a country that as recently as 1994 did not acknowledge blacks to be equal to whites is so incredibly far ahead of us on a social issue like this?

I know that people have issues with gays getting married, but I don't really get why. I can understand a religious ceremony being out of the question (don't get me started on religion and gays, that is a whole 'nother tirade). But I didn't get married in a church, and my marriage is just as valid in the eyes of the law as someone who did. It does not diminish my marriage in the slightest to have a gay couple who are in love declare that they will spend eternity together. I don't understand at all how it taints the sanctity of marriage to let people in love get married. And please don't bring up the "next thing you know, people will marry their dog" argument because that is the dumbest thing I have ever heard. How you can compare two human beings making a decision that effects their lives with some idiot wanting to marry his dog - well, its just insulting. I have gay friends and relatives who have been with their significant others longer than I have been with Hub - they own homes together and have children together (and lead way more normal and conventional lives than I do, btw). Why shouldn't they get the benefits of being married (healthcare, pension, tax stuff, etc) if they want to get married?

Honestly, I don't really get why people care so much about this issue. What difference does it make to YOU personally who gets married? Maybe its because I live in a liberal state where we see all kinds of people all day long and its not shocking at all to see homosexuals together, but what consenting adults do is really not my concern. And I don't believe it should be a concern of the law. Besides, don't you think we have SO MANY MORE things to worry about than who gets married? I personally want my lawmakers concentrating on getting us out of Iraq and protecting us from terrorism and things like that rather than whether two men can get married. Puh-lease.

If you are against gay marriage, I would really like to know why - and you can't bring up religion because we are talking about a civil ceremony, and you can't bring up marrying animals because then I will know you are from Alabama and I will ban you from my site :P

A Slogan For My State

Did anyone see The Daily Show last night? I love me some Jon Stewart and that show is among my favorites even though it keeps me up past my bedtime. Well, last night they were talking about Jersey and how the state is looking for a slogan. They interviewed our interim governor Richard Codey (our last governor resigned amidst a gay scandal which was the least of his worries, really), which was pretty funny. They showed a map of my fine state and showed how perfect it is as a route to get to other places, but not a place to actually visit. They showed streets in what I assume to be Irvington or Newark and how scary and crime-ridden they are, and then roads in what I assume to be Hudson County (sorry Patsy Darling) and how congested and smelly they are. It was a pretty accurate piece on what people perceive Jersey to be. And it was really funny (yes, I can laugh at my own state's shortcomings).

But my real question is, why aren't they coming to the one and only True Jersey Girl for a slogan? "Bon Jovi, Big Hair, and Bruce - What More Could You Want?" I mean, if that (plus my charming personality) does not make you want to visit the Garden State, I don't know what will.

The Giants Suck

Have you ever notived how hard it is to concentrate on work when your boss is out? Well, not only is my boss out, but most of the company is out. Until Thursday. The big question is, will I get ANYTHING done this week???
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"Jay Feely will be kicking himself all week. But if Sunday was any indication, he'll probably miss." This is the best quote I have seen about last night's fiasco of a game between the Giants and the Seahawks. This one isn't bad either: The more the Seahawks tried to hand the game to the Giants, the more Jay Feely kept kicking it back.

Mr. Feely. You have one job to do - kick the ball through the posts. And you miss - not once, but three times, in game winning situations. He should be FINED for each of those misses (ok, maybe not the 54-yarder, but the others, yes). This is why it is so hard to be a Giants fan. Even when we are vaguely decent and having a semi-competitive year, we still find a way to shoot ourselves in the foot every time. As my dad has been telling me since I was a kid, THE GIANTS SUCK. But somehow, we are still fans. Maddening.

Its My Birthday! My B-b-b-Birthday!

(You'll just have to imagine Cartman singing his birthday song there. I am a complete moron and can't figure out how to get the link up.)
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Well, today isn't my birthday - Friday is. But knowing me and my completely ridiulous absence from the blogging world lately, I will probably not get on here to post for my b-day itself. But perhaps, as a gift to me, Hub will give me about 10 hours of interruption-free time online to catch up on all your blogs.

Here is the funniest thing about my birthday. I do not know how old I am. Yes, I could do the math but the answer will depress me. Plus, I am not so good at the math so I might end up adding wrong and thinking I am older than I am. Luckily, since I do not know my real age, I can just go on pretending I am 22. Works for me; that was a damn fine year.
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Happy Thanksgiving to all of my fellow American readers! I am thankful for each and every one of you (especially you non-lurkers). Have a great day!

Randomness

Go read this about what us Jersey broads are like, over at my sister's place.
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I thought the housing bubble had burst? The people across the street from me, who have a much smaller house and an even smaller lot than I have, had their house listed for $450k. It just sold for $495k. Insanity.
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Does anyone else think that Grey's Anatomy is the best friggin show on tv? I don't even watch Desperate Housewives anymore, its gotten so lame, but Grey's Anatomy is phenomenal. And I love me some Prison Break, except I am getting sick of them trying to break, I wish they would just do it already. Though it sure was nice seeing Michael in his skivvies tonight.
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Remember I told you how my boss was always taking credit but in an odd way? This proves how odd it is. I coordinated an employee event for the company, the first one ever at this company. It got RAVE reviews, from the top management down. Everyone loved it. I was standing a few feet from my boss when our CEO came over and told her how great the event was and thanked her for coming up with the idea and carrying it through. Without knowing I was standing there, she told him, "Go tell True, this was all her doing, I had nothing to do with it. Isn't it wonderful?!" She gave me full credit to the CEO, yet she steals the credit for creating a silly little form? This is why I think there is some mental deficiency there.
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My cousin, the one who just got married, is so awesome. He is on his honeymoon and he called me from the Dominican Republic because he thought we were all in Key West this week and wanted to wish us a happy vacation. How cool is that? What 26 year old guy thinks of calling his old lady cousin at all, much less on his honeymoon?
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I will be spending my four-day weekend cleaning and decorating for Christmas. We have our outrageously amazing Christmas Party in a few weeks, and Princess's second birthday party is the weekend before that...so no rest for the weary.
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Have I mentioned lately how very much I love my ipod?

An Update On My Life

On Sunday night, Hub's other eardrum burst. So we had quite an exciting weekend, and not the kind of excitement I am used to. He saw a doctor on Monday and got some medication, and he goes back to see him next Friday. He still can't hear so well, but he is getting better. And the bleeding has stopped, which is always a good thing. Thanks for all of your concern; its much appreciated!
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So I have not told you too much about work, have I? I think I have told you how well Princess is doing in daycare - she is doing AMAZING. She loves it. It was most definitely the right thing for her at this time. She is learning so much, its amazing. She talks about her friends and her teachers all the time. I am SO pelased with how she is doing there. In fact, yesterday when Hub dropped her off, she didn't even want to kiss him goodbye, she just wanted to go play with the kids. No crying, no drama. Beautiful.

My job? Its going well. My boss is a very accommodating woman who keeps me in the loop about everything, shares all the info I need (this is something I so didn't have at my previous job), and is a nice person as well. People here are so positive and happy, and are much less cynical and sarcastic than at my previous job (not necessarily a plus for a gal like me being quite the cynic myself, but don't you worry: I have befriended the only other cynical girl here). But I have been here for about 2 months now, and already the shine of working has worn off. Because already my boss is annoying me. And to be honest, I am sure part of it is me (because I am a very easily-annoyable person. I know this.). But I know its not all me. And since its more fun to tell about the negatives than the positives - here we go.

A perfect example is what happened yesterday and today. Yesterday, we were terminating some employees in the HR/Payroll system who had left the company. There is no method to how all this is done and no way of knowing if someone else in the office has already done it. I suggested that a good way to track the changes we were making would be to create a form that would go into each employees' personnel folder when they start with us. We can have a checklist of items that need to be done for each employee from the time they start with us till the time they leave us (such as starting them on benefits, taking them off benefits, etc). Great idea! she says, You are brilliant! So I start working on it last night and I am finishing it up this morning. She walks into the office this morning and says, "I had a great idea I thought of last night. We could create a checklist of items that need to be done for each employee from the time they start with us till the time they leave us." Ummm, why does that sound familiar to me? Because it was my idea, beeyotch! And she has done this type of thing before, where I will make a suggestion and then soon afterwards she claims it as her own. And not even to upper management or anything, like she is trying to steal credit - she does it right to my face. It is bizarre and annoying.

And, she really has no sense of humor. She is a nice person, but she doesn't really find anything except her own self to be funny. Like I said before - no sarcasm or cynicism in this bunch. So I find myself laughing fakely at the unfunny things she says, and when I say something funny she doesn't even smile. And trust me, I am one funny broad.

The other thing that is annoying me is this. I have never run payroll before, but I am learning how to do it here. Great, no problem, I want to learn, its one reason I took this job. So she is going sooooo sllllooowwww with me going over the most basic things - like entering a newhire, hello, I have been in HR for 10 years, I know how to enter a newhire, duh, its simple data entry that a $6 an hour clerk could do - but then when it comes to things like archiving data and running tax reports and things like that - she expects me to know that and gives me no guidance on it. I think it is because she doesn't really know how to do it herself so she isn't capable of teaching me. But that doesn't make it less annoying when she says in one breath "OK, use the drop down menu to select the newhire tab...ok, now enter the person's last name, just type it in, ok, now type in the first name, ok, now use your mouse and go to the next area where you can enter their address..." and in the next breath she says "now archive the hourly punches from the last two weeks, and run a batch for employee 4411 in the grid." Bah.

I don't know if any of that made any sense, but I just needed to vent. I do like my job and I do like my boss. Its a great company and HR is well-respected here (very rare). I am learning a ton and will be able to take that to my next company and make boku bucks. So I don't mean to make it sound terrible or anything. But like I said, I am easily annoyed and who else will I tell if not you?

I Am Freaking Out Right About Now

Hub just went to the emergency room. Its almost 11 pm here and he was fine to drive, and someone had to stay with Princess so here I am. He has had an earache since Key West, probably from the horrendous waves while we were snorkeling. I got mad water in my ear but it all came out that day. I think his was trapped. Its been bothering him, and today it got really bad. So he holds one ear closed and pushes really hard, like trying to push the water out of his ear. Some liquid comes out followed by gobs of blood. The blood didn't stop. I asked if he wanted to go to the emegency room, expecting a manly "No Dear, I Am Fine" out of him. But no. He said he wasn't sure. So then I start worrying. I came onto the computer to check WebMD to see what I could find out (useless, btw) when he comes into the office all dressed with his keys, saying he's going to the hospital. Now all I can do is sit here and wait and hope there aren't too many gunshot wounds ahead of him on line at the hospital.

I'm Baaaaaaaaaaaack!

Now you all know I am a Jersey Girl from head to toe, right? So don't think I am dissing my state when I say this: it sucks to be back. I left sunny, gaw-jus Key West yesterday around lunchtime, after spending a lovely morning with Patsy by the pool, recovering from the night before. We had some airline issues (they changed all our flights due to rainy skies here in Jersey, including which city we flew into and what times both of our flights left, and we circled over Newark Airport for God knows how long), and as soon as we got off the plane the difference from Florida to NJ was painfully obvious. People were yelling and running around like crazy, horns were beeping and drivers were cursing at each other, it was cold and rainy, etc etc etc. Not a pleasant welcome home. Until of course I went to pick up Princess at my parents' house. She saw me and was freaking out, yelling unintelligible sounds and then "mmmmmmommmmmmmmyyyyyy!!!!" At that moment, I was glad to be back.
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How much fun did we have in Key West, you may ask? Well, I can tell you this much. We hit nearly every bar on Duval Street and a bunch on other streets and piers too. We closed down the bar two of our 4 nights there. We heard so much Jimmy Buffett that we wanted to find the man and kill him for writing so many songs that sound exactly alike. We were so grateful to hear a few Bon Jovi songs here and there that we screamed every word even though the bands sucked. We went snorkeling, which was so not fun (not much to see, VERY choppy water that you had to fight the entire time) but then we drank so much "free" beer that we got our moneys worth anyway. Our friend J and I did not argue at all until our last night there (shocking). Hub made all our feet hurt with his insane walking tours of cemeteries and everything else from one side of the island to the other, but we also relaxed by the pool and hung around and drank and had mellow fun too.

A toast to our first night in Key West:


Yes this guy was grabbing my ass:


Me and Diddy doing a shot at the famous Sloppy Joe's on Duval:


Me and Hub at the Southernmost Point (only 90 miles from Cuba):


All of us on our final drunken night in Key West, having drinks at the Southernmost Tiki Bar:

(Top row: Hub and J; Bottom row: Me, Patsy and Diddy)
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Yes, there was damage to the island. There were palms down all over the place, along with tons of peoples' belongings that they had to throw out due to the flooding. It looked like it had been years since anyone picked up garbage there - but it was all debris from Wilma. This church was seriously messed up:


But overall, the island was in decent condition. Everything was open, at least in the tourist areas (on our way back to the airport, our taxi driver told us that the Sears and the KMart were totally demolished - in fact, he said there were barracuda swimming in the KMart). People were in good moods, there was food and clean water, our hotel was in pristine shape (I loooved the hotel - somehow me and Hub got a suite for the price of a regular room), and there were lots of tourists there who weren't deterred from their trips. We contemplated going elsewhere after hearing of the hurricane, but I am so glad we went there. Anyplace that has no open beverage container laws is a winner in my book, no matter what.

Later, Gators!

So Whaddaya Think?

I thought it was time for a new look. Ms. Bathing Beauty whom I have had for a while was feeling a little chilly in her swimsuit, so I decided to go with an uptown, chic chick for my new look. Don't worry, I am still the same True, no matter how classy my blog is looking. And perhaps we will go back to the "hot chick," as Hub has come to call her, when the weather gets a little warmer. Thanks to Mia at Ciao My Bella! (or are they now just Bella? I am not sure) for my awesome new design. I love it. Notice my sidebar titles are all Bon Jovi song titles (except for "on my ipod"). Nifty, eh?
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I wanted to post some pics, but I am having issues with blogger's picture hosting (bah, what else is new?). I will try again tomorrow.
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On the Saturday we come back from Key West, we are going to take Princess to her first hockey game (Patsy, do you and diddy want to go?). Its youth jersey day, so yippee, she will have her first Devils jersey before she even turns two.
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Is it bad that I have only been back to work for a month but I already feel like I sooooooo need a vacation?

Yep, I am a Slacker

I know, I know, I have been seriously slacking in the blogging arena. Life in Jerseyworld has been completely insane lately, even moreso than usual.

The wedding I have mentioned a few times was last weekend. The bride was so not Bridezilla-like, as she had been during the planning stages of the wedding. It was a whole weekend shindig down in Virginia. Friday night we had the rehearsal and the rehearsal dinner, which was at a cool little Italian place in DC, and then we went back to the hotel bar. There were probably 40 of us hanging out there, and that was fun. At like 2 am they shut it down, so we head up to this kid Derek's room (a friend of the groom). Then at about 4, security came and told him they were calling the cops if we did not disband immediately. So the party broke up, but I hung out with Patsy and Diddy and J for a bit in their room. I got to bed at about 5 am.

Saturday we got makeup done for the wedding; ya ya, I looked so friggin glamorous. I never wear that much makeup but I got rave reviews. Then came hair, and I felt like an 80's Jersey Girl all over again with my hair all teased up and piled high on my head. Princess was supposed to walk down the aisle with me since she was the flowergirl, but she was in a MOOD. So Hub had to carry her down the aisle. Whatever. The wedding was nice. My cousin (the groom) was so cute, when I walked down the aisle and looked at him, he was crying already, before he even saw his bride. He was so emotional, it was really beautiful. Then came the reception, which was alot of fun. My family really knows how to party, and we crowded the dance floor and did our thang. The only bad thing was the alcohol situation. Before the cocktail hour was over they had run out of two brands of beer, and they didn't have anything to make shots (we always do a "cousins' shot at weddings). That sucked. But it was good times.

After that, we head for the hotel bar again. We stayed till about 3 am, and then we all just crashed from exhaustion. Sunday, it was breakfast with the bride and groom and some family, and then the long drive home. I am honestly just getting tireder and tireder by the moment (yes, thank you, I know tireder is not a word, so what). I feel like I could die I am so tired. And on top of that, someone did not get the message to Princess that its daylight savings time, because she is still getting up an hour early. Yeah, that sucks big time.

I will have pictures up of the wedding and of Halloween hopefully tomorrow. And then I leave for Key West on Saturday. My plan? To lie in a chair by the pool with a drink in my hand, listen to my ipod, and maybe read a book. Maybe not. I may just sleep in the sun.

What Part of "RELAX" Do I Just Not Understand?

So here it is Sunday evening and I still have not relaxed. I had the best of intentions and then they just went out the window.

Saturday night was my cousin's bachelor party in NJ (for the groom from the wedding I am in next week in Virginia). Hub was going to it and I was going to have an early dinner with my mom and sister and then be in bed by 11. All the guys met at my house and then headed out for the evening, starting at Dave & Busters. Me, my sister, my mom, and Princess went to the mall and to dinner. It ended up a later night for the girls than we planned, because I had to look for jewelry for the wedding, and mom needed pants and a cool shirt for the wedding rehearsal evening, so we wandered the mall a bit. By the time we left, it was about 9pm (waaaay past Princess' bedtime) and Princess had hit the wall. She was a lunatic at Macy's, just running around and being crazy. So we get home and are getting her ready for bed when she falls flat on her face, splitting her lip open and spewing blood all about the hallway and herself. We all stayed pretty calm but the blood was not stopping. Then my insane, lunatic dog starts flipping out, running and jumping and barking for no apparent reason. It just added more chaos to an already chaotic situation.

Finally the bleeding stops, the maniacal dog stops, Princess goes to bed, and sis and mom leave. I look at the clock and its about 10:15-ish. I changed into my pj's and read some blogs, and at 11pm I decided to head into my room to lie in bed an watch tv. I was getting ready when the phone rings and its Hub. Apparently some of the guys left the bachelor party early and one of them was the one that drove them, so they had to leave where they were and do something else. Would I mind if they came and hung out at the house? Hm, let's see, do I say NO, I need sleep so go to a strip club please? Or do I say, I cannot resist a good fun time so yes please, come here? What do you think? But I tell Hub that I am actually ready for bed and I probably am going to go to sleep before they get home. He says, oh, but C (the groom) really seems like he wants to hang with you, but if you want to go to bed I guess that's ok. Bah. I had already taken my Tylenol PM's by this point. But I love C like a bro so I put on some lip gloss and had a few beers to catch up with them before they get to the house.

Long story a little shorter, I didn't go to bed till 7am. That's right, SEVEN O'CLOCK IN THE MORNING. There were many many beers, many funny stories, many good times had by all. And, as usual, my cousin C and I spent the last hour or so have a deep conversation about life and family and all that good stuff. And even though I am now more tired than ever AND I am getting a cold, probably due to the lack of rest, it was worth it because I love my cousin so much and I am flattered that he wanted to come hang out with me and that he confides his deep feelings with me. I am a sucker for that stuff. And, well, for the beer too.

I am a Cool Girl

Remember how a few weeks ago I said that the cool girl at work had asked me to go to lunch with her? Well, I have been so busy at work that I haven't even taken a lunch. Until this week. So I called Cool Girl and asked if she was going out to lunch today and if she'd mind if I joined her. She said sure, as long as I was NOT a human resources person when we left the building. I was like, I am not really an HR person when I am IN the building. I'm just me. Because they like to talk trash on our co-workers and bosses, which is all good with me. I likes me some good gossip now and again.

So we went out to lunch, there were 4 of us together and they decided that I needed to be hazed to get into the group. So they peppered me with some questions and of course I passed the test and I am now a Cool Girl too. None of them have kids, so I think they expected me to be this politically correct, prim and proper, serious-minded, HR, mommy type person. And if you have been reading my blog for more than oh, say, 10 minutes, you know that isn't me.

We laughed, we talked, we ate (yep, I met girls who actually EAT when they go out - no salads for these broads!), and we had a good time. Yay, I have new friends at work. I thought I was pretty much done making friends because, well, I don't really like people all that much. But these girls are pretty cool and fun.
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This weekend I am doing NOTHING. Well, almost nothing. We took Princess out for pizza tonight, and I am doing dinner with my mom and sister and Princess tomorrow night. But other than that - I am resting and relaxing and vegging and preparing myself for the wedding next weekend. I don't know if you were reading me back then, but I wrote a whole post about how I was going to fistfight one of my cousins at the wedding, and now I learn she will not be there. That sucks. The groom, who is also my cousin, said I could use his sword to fight her too (he's a Marine). Damn, that would have been fun.

Things That Annoy Me Today

- Daycares who want to charge me for a full week when they are closed Monday for Columbus Day and Thursday and Friday because they flooded from all the rain. (Oh, no, you know I am not having that. I argued with the woman, sweetly of course because she is taking care of my kid, until she agreed to credit me for Thursday and Friday. Well, as sweetly as I can. Which is perhaps not that sweetly.)

- Word verification on blogs. Yes, I know I have it too and we have to have it to block out spam. But half the time I can't even read the letters and I get it wrong and have to start over.

- The fact that I am too tired to even blink, because when I close my eyes for that brief millisecond, I am almost passing out from exhaustion.

- Tailors who tell me they can alter my bridesmaids dress, and then when I call them to confirm my appointment they tell me that they only tailor men's suits. Yes, the wedding is 11 days away.

- The place I ordered Princess's flower girl dress from. Because I don't have it yet. And the wedding is 11 days away. And I can't buy her shoes until I have the dress so I can try to match them. Bah.

- The fact that I cannot just play "Golddigger" by Kanye West over and over all day long. I love that song and it plays in my head all the time - why can't I play it at work? (Ok, language is perhaps not appropriate. But still, lovin' that song).

Busy Weekend

So, it was another busy weekend at casa de TrueJersey . It was a good one though. And finally, finally, after 9 days of non-stop rain, the sun came out. We finally had a nice crisp fall day today.
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Yesterday was my cousin J's Sweet Sixteen. I was a senior in high school when she was born, and I have always thought she was just about the coolest thing that ever existed. When she was about 2, I brought her into my room and showed her all my Bon Jovi posters (it was more like wallpaper - covered every inch of the walls, including the ceiling and the inside of the closet ). My sister and I taught her how to say Bon Jovi, and we would point at the pics and say "Who's this?" and she would yell "Bon Jovi!" Well, here she is, 16 years old. At her party, I met her boyfriend. I saw him hold her hand and I wanted to take him out. She's just a kid, for crissakes, get your damn hands off her! Bah, am I getting old or what? But what made my day (or year, or life) was when she introduced me to this pierced punk-ass kid she is dating (nah, he seemed like a cool enough guy). She said "this is my cousin True, my favorite person on earth." Awwwww...I just about melted. Now I know I am not really her absoluter favorite person - I think that spot is reserved for Billy Joe from Greeen Day - but it was sure nice of her to say.

Princess and J:

And the most exciting thing is that in December, I am taking her and one of her friends to see Bon Jovi on one of the nights I am going! How cool is that?
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Today, we went to a housewarming party for Hub's tattoo artist. Is that odd? Does it mean you are addicted to tattoos if you are close enough to your tattoo artist to be invited to her housewarming? Well, anyway. We had a nice time - they bought a farm (its not a working farm anymore - just a cool old farmhouse, a barn, and another house-type-thing of some sort) and they have so much property (6 acres - compared with my 50x100 lot). Her husband somehow talked me into drinking this moonshine his friend made in his bathtub (nah, not really, he said it was grappa, but isn't that really just a fancy Italian name for moonshine?). It was NASTY. It was so strong that it actually ate through the plastic of the cup I was drinking from. How gross is that?

See the green? That's the plastic disintegrating or something. It freaked me out a little.
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And what did I do the rest of the weekend you may ask?

I heart my iPod so much. I don't know how anyone (Tommy) could hate iPods, it is just the rockin-est thing I have ever owned. I truly heart it so much.

Guess What...I'm Expecting!!!

That's right, can you believe it! And you thought Princess would be alone forever. Nope, Hub finally agreed to let me have another baby. I have seen her (but of course only on screen so far!) and she is GORGEOUS. I can't wait till her blessed delivery. So here I am, impatiently awaiting her arrival in 3-7 business days!


(Whaddaya crazy? You thought I was pregnant? Puh-lease! Baby iPod is still a girl, even though I decided to get the regular one instead of the cute pink mini because I have waaaaaay too much music to fit on that little thing. I can't wait!!!!)

Dear Lord, Did That Wedding Suck Or What?

Where shall I begin in order to tell you just how much the wedding sucked yesterday? I guess we could start with the fact that it took an hour and a half to get there in the pouring rain. That sucked. And the rain was fierce - it has been downpouring for 2 straight days here. Hub was driving 85 MPH the whole way because we were running late because one of us (him) misplaced the directions. So 85 in the rain was a bit frightening.

And, oh yes, if we are talking about rain, let's get right to the part that really sucked. The wedding was outside, in a tent. They obviously didn't put up the tent till the morning of the wedding, because the ground was straight up mud. So the chairs sank into the mud when you sat down, my heels were entrenched, the bride's dress was brown after about 15 minutes. And you may ask how they tried to combat the problem of the mud. Well, I'll tell you. With hay. Yes people, apparently there is a place in Jersey that is so far north and west that its almost NY State or Pennsylvania, and they have hay there. So each time I would get up, I would have hay stuck to the mud that was stuck to my shoes.

Here's Hub, sitting at our table in the mud:


Another thing that sucked? The restroom situation. Because, you see, there were no rest rooms - there were portapotties. And as if that was not sucky enough on its own, you had to leave the tent in the pouring rain, walk up a muddy hill while balancing with your umbrella, over a slippery little bridge-type-thing, and then stand on line to pee in a portapotty.

One more thing that sucked was that Hub, the brilliant man that he is, gave the waitress $20 right at the beginning and told her to stick close to us. So at first she was bringing us beer like it was going out of style. And then, she disappeared. So we (well, not we, more like Patsy's man Diddy) had to walk across the mud to the bar and get us drinks. And lets talk briefly about the drinks. Now, I am no classy broad or anything, but at a wedding sometimes you like to have a mixed drink or ten instead of just beer. Not an option. All they had was beer - and my brand was in cans. I much prefer bottles.

Here's a bridesmaid, who prepared for the wedding:



And due to the rain, the DJ (who sucked big time) left about halfway through so there was no more dancing and no one to lead the bouquet toss or anything. Not that you could dance anyway because the dance floor was soaked and muddy and slippery. Some freaks danced, but I was just hoping they would fall so I could laugh at them more than I already was. The only thing the dance floor was good for was at the end of the wedding, when the water was getting deep. We fled to the dance floor like N'Awlins refugees looking for higher ground. And oh yeah, the photographer also left before the wedding was over, so there are no photos of anything after they cut the cake.

And it was so incredibly cold out, and we were right by the "door" to the tent. Me and Patsy did what we had to do to keep warm: drink beer and warm our hands with votive candles:



Some clog-wearing freak in the mud.


Oh, and how about the bugs? At one point, a humungous tarantula-like spider crawled up out of the mud and onto our table and started eating our food. Then, at the table next to us this woman starts freaking out and leaves her table. Turns out the worms wanted some of her food too and started coming out of the mud and crawling around. (Patsy has a good pic of the worms. Ick.)

I have never been to a more hillbilly-ho-down wedding than this one. If it wasn't for the free alcohol, it would have been a total waste. I am going to kill Diddy for talking us into giving an extra $100 beyond what we were going to give for this horrendous shindig.

Lovely Day

Ah, what a great day today is!

My boss is off today, so I have a nice relaxed day. No, not really, I am still busy, but its nice to be boss-free.

I got asked to lunch by the coolest girl at the company, who hangs out with all the cool girls. Yay me! By association, I am now cool!

I am going to Gymboree today to spend my Gymbucks and get Princess her Christmas dress. Yes, its $52, but its so pretty and with Gymbucks I can basically get it for half price. And they have this little pink velour sweatsuit that says Princess on it. You know she needs that.

I have a cocktail party to go to after work today. I love that at least one couple I know is classy enough to have cocktail parties.

Tomorrow I have a wedding to go to, which I have mixed feelings about. In one sense I am not looking forward to it because its an hour and a half away and its a 12:30 wedding. And, I am not sure if they are having an open bar (a cardinal sin in NJ). But, I am looking forward to it because Patsy will be there too (they better seat us together...although, the groom has seen me and Patsy in full drunk mode, so he may try to keep us apart. He thinks we are crazy and probably doesn't want a scene at his wedding. Yeah, good luck with that.). That reminds me of the scene that Patsy's ex caused at my wedding. He got SO hammered that he pulled his pants down while some chick smacked his arse with a maraca. Then he yacked in the gardens, and passed out face down on the bathroom floor. My wedding was the most fun evah.

And then Sunday, while in hangover mode, I will be visiting EVERY SINGLE BLOG ON MY BLOGROLL. It may take me all day, but I will do it. Because I love you, really I do.

That's Right, My Kid Is Brilliant

I went to pick up Princess from daycare yesterday after work, and two of the caretakers were in the room. One of them tells me how great Princess is, how happy she is, and that she never cries (yay!). Then she says, she also knows all the other kids' names. So the other caretaker says, "Yes, Miss Princess is amazing! She has learned all of the kids' names! Most of the kids can't even say our names, but Miss Princess knows them all!" So I have to test her. I point to a kid and ask Princess, who is that? She says, "That's Kayla." And another kid, who is that? "That's Brandon." My kid is waaaaay smarter than those other kids. But of course, I already knew that.

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I am reading the Janet Evanovich books about Stephanie Plum which sooo many of you recommended. Overall, I like them. I am on book three now. But I have to say, some of it is so not Jersey. Like when she says that in some areas of the country they don't allow shopping on Sundays, but that we would never allow that here. Ha. Bergen County has blue laws that do not allow shopping on Sundays. Of course, I refuse to live in Bergen County because I do need access to shopping 7 days a week. But I was thinking, how well can this author know Jersey if she doesn't know that one whole county doesn't allow Sunday shopping? I know she is originally from here, but....

And she also has characters use the term "on account of" - as in, "I couldn't do it on account of my busy blogging schedule." No one I know uses that phrase - maybe its a Southern Jersey thing? In my part of Jersey we would say "I couldn't do it cuz of my busy blogging schedule." Anyone here from Southern Jersey? Do ya'll say that down South? (Anything beyond the Driscoll Bridge is "down south" to me).

Hope everyone is doing well - I promise that when my life calms down, probably in early 2006 or so, I will get back on the blogging wagon and visit more of you. Nah, I'll try sooner than that. Life's just been a madhouse lately.

The President Does His Math

Donald Rumsfeld is giving the president his daily briefing. He concludes by saying: "Yesterday, 3 Brazilian soldiers were killed."

"OH NO!" the President exclaims. "That's terrible!"

His staff sits stunned at this display of emotion, nervously watching as the President sits, head in hands.

Finally, the President looks up and asks, "How many is a brazillion?"

"Have A Nice Day" Review, by the Very Un-Biased True Jersey Girl

**** (4 stars out of 5)

First of all, love the cover. While I would love to see Jon's nekkid bod on there, the smirk is perfect for both the Jersey attitude and the title song's feeling. I also love the fact that the lyrics are included in the liner notes - a rarity these days. In 2 months when I am at the concert, I will need to be singing along to every single word of every single song, so its great to have lyrics included. And the pics they included inside are pretty great (drool).

So onto the music. I miss the days when I would get a Bon Jovi CD and worship it right away. These days I find I have to let them grow on me a bit. (Although I did love their last CD of original material - Bounce - at first listen, probably because there were more rockin' songs on it). But I think I need to stop comparing to Slippery When Wet and New Jersey, because I doubt anything will ever compare to them. Anyway, here's a quickie song-by-song review:

Have a Nice Day - I even have Princess singing it. I liked it from the first time I heard it and haven't tired of it yet. It's the most rockin' song on the cd, and I would have liked to have more like it.

I Want to Be Loved - Great song. I dig it. Although one part of it does remind me of Austin Powers and his "Daddy Didn't Care" song. And Jon, your wish is my command - you want to be loved? You got it.

Welcome To Wherever You Are - I am not a big fan of the slower, soft-rock sound that they have gravitated towards lately, preferring the harder stuff. This is a good one though, and I find myself humming this one. I like it.

Who Says You Can't Go Home - Of course I love this one, because it was written about New Jersey and I totally relate. Love the melody. Great song, very catchy. I keep catching myself singing this one in the shower.

Last Man Standing - I am not sure about this one yet. I like the message behind it about real musicians vs. lipsynchers and phonies. At first listen, I didn't like this song much, but it is growing on me. Its almost like they are trying to do a grand, theatrical song - and that's not what they do best. Keep it simple, boys.

Bells of Freedom - Good song, if not a little corny.

Wildflower - I have always liked songs about odd, complicated girls because, well, I am one of them. This one is sweet.

Last Cigarette - The symbolism is a little much in the lyrics of this one, but I like the music and especially the chorus. Gets me tapping my feet while sitting at my desk.

I Am - A nice ballad without it being too ballad-y. Sweet without being corny. I like it.

Complicated - I would have liked this song to rock a little more. It seems like it could have gotten a little rougher, especially during the chorus. To me, the chorus is too sing-songy when it should have rocked out.

Novocaine - A little bland. Nothing stands out about this song.

Story of My Life - Another song I can't find anything special about. Its ok, harmless, doesn't suck, but just isn't that interesting.

Who Says You Can't Go Home (with Sugarland) - The addition of the female voice does a lot for this song. Her voice is really nice and while it does turn this into a somewhat twangy country-ish song, I still like it.

Overall, I like it and have been listening to it non-stop at work. If you have not bought it yet - first of all, why haven't you? But second of all, I do recommend it. For those of you who own it already - what do you think?

A Music Meme that I Kinda Dig

This is a pretty cool meme for music lovers like myself. Go here (scroll all the way to the bottom of the page) and click on the year of your high school graduation. Bold the ones you dug, italisize the ones you hated, "red" the ones you don't remember, and leave alone the rest. Easy enough?

1. Look Away, Chicago
2. My Prerogative, Bobby Brown
3. Every Rose Has Its Thorn, Poison
4. Straight Up, Paula Abdul
5. Miss You Much, Janet Jackson
6. Cold Hearted, Paula Abdul
7. Wind Beneath My Wings, Bette Midler
8. Girl You Know Its True, Milli Vanilli
9. Baby, I Love Your Way/Freebird, Will To Power
10. Giving You The Best That I Got, Anita Baker
11. Right Here Waiting, Richard Marx
12. Waiting For A Star To Fall, Boy Meets Girl
13. Lost In Your Eyes, Debbie Gibson
14. Don't Wanna Lose You, Gloria Estefan
15. Heaven, Warrant
16. Girl I'm Gonna Miss You, Milli Vanilli
17. The Look, Roxette
18. She Drives Me Crazy, Fine Young Cannibals
19. On Our Own, Bobby Brown
20. Two Hearts, Phil Collins
21. Blame It On The Rain, Milli Vanilli
22. Listen To Your Heart, Roxette
23. I'll Be There For You, Bon Jovi
24. If You Don't Know Me By Now, Simply Red
25. Like A Prayer, Madonna
26. I'll Be Loving You (Forever), New Kids On The Block
27. How Can I Fall?, Breathe
28. Baby Don't Forget My Number, Milli Vanilli
29. Toy Solider, Martika
30. Forever Your Girl, Paula Abdul
31. The Living Years, Mike and the Mechanics
32. Eternal Flame, The Bangles
33. Wild Thing, Tone Loc
34. When I See You Smile, Bad English
35. If I Could Turn Back Time, Cher
36. Buffalo Stance, Neneh Cherry
37. When I'm With You, Sheriff
38. Don't Rush Me, Taylor Dayne
39. Born To Be My Baby, Bon Jovi
40. Good Thing, Fine Young Cannibals
41. The Lover In Me, Sheena Easton
42. Bust A Move, Young M.C.
43. Once Bitten, Twice Shy, Great White
44. Batdance, Prince
45. Rock On, Michael Damian
46. Real Love, Jody Watley
47. Love Shack, B-52's
48. Every Little Step, Bobby Brown
49. Hangin' Tough, New Kids On The Block
50. My Heart Can't Tell You No, Rod Stewart
51. So Alive, Love and Rockets
52. You Got It (The Right Stuff), New Kids On The Block
53. Armageddon It, Def Leppard
54. Satisfied, Richard Marx
55. Express Yourself, Madonna
56. I Like It, Dino
57. Soldier Of Love, Donny Osmond
58. Sowing The Seeds Of Love, Tears For Fears
59. Cherish, Madonna
60. When The Children Cry, White Lion
61. 18 And Life, Skid Row
62. I Don't Want Your Love, Duran Duran
63. Second Chances, .38 Special
64. The Way You Love Me, Karyn White
65. Funky Cold Medina, Tone Loc
66. In Your Room, Bangles
67. Miss You Like Crazy, Natalie Cole
68. Love Song, Cure
69. Secret Rendesvous, Karyn White
70. Angel Eyes, Jeff Healey Band
71. Patience, Guns N' Roses
72. Walk On Water, Eddie Money
73. Cover Girl, New Kids On The Block
74. Welcom To The Jungle, Guns N' Roses
75. Shower Me With Your Love, Surface
76. Stand, R.E.M.
77. Close My Eyes Forever, Lita Ford
78. All This Time, Tiffany
79. After All, Cher and Peter Cetera
80. Roni, Bobby Brown
81. Love In An Elevator, Aerosmith
82. Lay Your Hands On Me, Bon Jovi
83. This Promise, When In Rome
84. What I Am, Edie Brickell and The New Bohemians
85. I Remember Holding You, Boys Club
86. Paradise City, Guns N' Roses
87. Iwanna Have Some Fun, Samantha Fox
88. She Wants To Dance With Me, Rick Astley
89. Dreamin', Vanessa Williams
90. It's No Crime, Babyface
91. Poison, Alice Cooper
92. This Time I Know It's For Real, Donna Summer
93. Smooth Criminal, Michael Jackson
94. Heavan Help Me, Deon Estus
95. Rock Wit'cha, Bobby Brown
96. Thinking Of You, Sa-fire
97. What You Don't Know, Expose
98. Surrender To Me, Ann Wilson and Robin Zander
99. The End Of The Innocence, Don Henley
100. Keep On Movin', Soul II Soul

I can't believe there are so many I don't remember. I think I would probably know them if I heard them, but chances are they sucked anyway. Not tagging anyone for this, but it was kinda fun to do so let me know if you do it.

An Update On My Life

I am in week 2 of my new job and I am still loving it. And, the best part - I got my first paycheck today! Woo hoo! Go me! So now I just have to convince Hub that it makes much more sense to buy an iPod than to pay those pesky credit card bills. I know you are all with me on that one.

Believe it or not, the second week of leaving Princess in daycare has been rougher than the first. She caught a pretty nasty cold and only wants to be with me (not Hub, not Grammy, not anyone but me) so the LAST place she wants to be is with a lady who she isn't quite sure about yet and some kids who probably smell funny. So that has been hard. But we are getting through.
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We had an incredibly busy weekend. I had a shower for my cousin's fiancee at my house (I think she was surprised), which was exhausting. Then we all went out for dinner and to a club. The bride-to-be was exhausted though, so we only stayed out for about 1/2 an hour. That sucked, because although I do get to go out alot more than a lot of moms (thanks to my folks), I still don't often get to just go out and listen to live bands at some little club and dance a little and drink a lot and yell over the music and all that stuff. I would have liked to stay out longer. But oh well. Me and Patsy and her man Diddy came back and hung out in my basement and drank and talked about New Orleans and politics and had fun. Then, I had family in from Scotland who we went to visit on Sunday. That was an hour trip each way. Then we had to go to my niece's birthday party. So it was a tiring weekend. Then, of course, back to work on Monday!
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Oh, but I forgot to tell you the best part. You can probably tell about me that I can be a bit ornery and I will argue about anything. Well. After the shower when we went out to dinner, the husband of one of the other bridesmaids came with us. He decided it was a good idea to tell me that women should not be allowed to hyphenate their names when they get married. Oh, the holy hell I unleashed on that poor, ignorant boy. He had no idea what hit him. It got ugly and I wanted to stab him in the eye with my fork. But I didn't. I bet he wishes I did just stab him and get it over with rather than the long, drawn out arguments I can carry on. If you want to argue with me, especially about "women's issues", you better have your argument well thought out and be prepared for the long haul. He was neither. His wife just sat there with her head down, and every once in a while she would say to me "oh no, he didn't really mean that, he's not like that." So, she deserves a neanderthal if she is going to disagree with him but still defend him. Bah, I couldn't wait for those two to get back on a bus and go back to their caves.
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Bon Jovi review is coming, I promise. I have not had time to listen to it more than a few times yet, so I am bringing it with me to listen to in my office tomorrow.

So Didja Miss Me?

Well. I forgot how time consuming this whole 9-to-5 thing can be. Even worse when its 8:30 to 5. But, I have to tell you. I LOVE my job. I know, its only the first week and things will most likely go downhill. But I am going to enjoy it while it lasts.

My boss is completely amazing. She is so empowering. When I ask her things - like, I noticed you have done this in this way in the past and I was thinking it would be better to do it this way - she tells me not to ask her things like that. That its MY job and I can do it however I want; I don't need approval from her. I can just run with it however I want. You have to understand that at my last company, you had to check with 50 people before you were allowed to use the ladies room. I am not used to this. It rocks.

And everyone there is SO nice, and not in an annoying way (maybe you have to be from Jersey to understand what I mean by that, I don't know). Its a young company and everyone is amazingly cool. I haven't met one single person that I didn't like. On my first day, I met with the CEO for over an hour and he was so cool. He's like, in this company what we value is excitement and change and new ideas and committment to making your area as awesome as it can be.

Not to mention, its only 10 minutes from home and 11 minutes from daycare, so I am home with Princess before 5:30. And, not only that, but I can leave my office and be in Target within a 5 minute period. Yeah!

And Princess, how is our dear Princess doing in daycare? Well, she is doing GREAT. She is still going through the adjustment period, definitely, but overall she is a real trooper. She cries when Hub drops her off, but then he stands in the hallway where she can't see him, and she stops crying within 30 seconds and then doesn't cry all day. She comes home and says "play with the kids" and we ask her, "do you want to go play with the kids?" and she says "yeah!" What a kickass little chick I am raising. She rules.

So I am very confident that I have made all the right choices here. I picked the right job. I picked the right daycare place. I picked the right time to go back to work, and I picked the right guy to marry who will take her in the mornings so I am not a disaster when I go to work.
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I will get my review of the new Bon Jovi CD up in the next few days. Needless to say, you need to go buy it. Its great. And I taped Oprah on Wednesday and have only had time to watch the very beginning of it. All I know is this: A. The man has still got it and B. I do not need to see his skank wife. At all. Evah.
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I am hoping not to neglect this blog (or all of your blogs) but I have to get myself on a good schedule so I have time for everything. I hope you will all be patient and keep coming back.
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And a final shout out to the amazing Nat, who kindly sent me her Mixamania cd along with another mix as well. You rock, girl!!! Thanks!!!

I Will Survive, Hey Hey

I just did a whole post about my first day of work and Princess's first day of daycare, and friggin Blogger ate it. I am not retyping it all now. So I will just say this, with more details to follow: We all survived.
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Go here to find out how you can help people affected by Katrina - all led by the awesome Grace Davis, my blogging hero and who I want to be when I grow up. And, for something less serious (much less serious) after you donate money and whatever help you can, go visit my other blog. It has been long-neglected but we are trying to get it up and running. We being me and Patsy Darling.
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And tomorrow, go buy this. Do not delay.

Getting Back to Normal (or what passes as normal around here)

But first:
Q: What is Bush's position on Roe vs. Wade?

A: He really doesn't care how people get out of New Orleans.
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I am the last person you will find watching the Country Music channel. In fact, it only existed in my peripheral vision, like I knew it was there but didn't ever care enough to hear about it. In fact, I thought it was called the Alabama network or something. I am clueless about country music, completely.

Ah, so what would get me searching madly through those upper channels looking for this channel that no self-respecting Jerseyan would watch? But of course: Bon Jovi.



Apparently they do some kind of concert-thing where they put a rock band with a country band and they sing each other's music together. I guess sorta like the Linkin Park/Jay-Z mash-up. So Bon Jovi was on last night with some band with Sugar in their name (sorry, once I see Jon, everything else is a blur). It was AWESOME. The other band had a female singer with an amazing voice, but I still wanted to kick her ass because she was so close to Jon and you could tell she was totally in love with him. One of the other female band members was like, I have to make a cheat sheet for the songs because how can I concentrate on stage when Jon is in front of me? I hear ya, girl.

They sounded great and Jon looked AMAZING (Jonny, the hair is just a little too blond for me though). I felt like this was a nice little preview to the Bon Jovi mania I will be experiencing shortly. Tuesday is the release of their new CD, and they will be promoting it on all the morning shows and nighttime shows, and then they'll be touring. They are in Jersey on 12/19 and 12/21 - so I will be going to both shows, of course. And I am sure they will tour again in the summer and play Giants Stadium, which always rules.

I am like a 16 year old when Bon Jovi comes out with new music, I just can't help it!

Wow.

I wrote my last post in a true fit of anger at not being able to personally have it out with the idiot who felt the need to criticize my family's decisions to do what is best for us. I truly felt like it was not worth it for me to put myself out there anymore when people are so hateful and judgemental - whether they claim to be having a "bad day" or not. And not being able to have it out with the bitch - that for me was the hardest part. Because, as in your comments when you told me to "be Jersey" - well, that is what I wanted. I wanted to personally tell off the ignoramus who left the comment and make her sorry she f'ed with me. But I couldn't do that, and that made me even angrier.

Trust me, people, I am a very tough broad. Not alot truly gets to me. Almost nothing hurts me to my core because I know who I am and what I stand for. But this comment wasn't just a troll. Its like this - imagine making the toughest decision you have ever had to make, questioning yourself about it a million times, deciding what is right and necessary even though your doubts are still rolling through your head - and then having someone come in and tell you that all of your doubts are right and that you are a selfish person for making that decision. All while the feelings are so raw and close to the surface. It was just too much for me to handle yesterday. It wasn't about letting the troll win - trust me, kids, no one beats me - it was about perhaps sharing too much with people I don't know and letting them in on parts of my life that maybe I should have kept to myself. I couldn't really see a good reason to continue to blog anymore.

But then. Wow.

I wasn't really thinking of *your* responses when I wrote yesterday's post about quitting. I was just really mad and had no one to punch. I couldn't have ever predicted that so many of you would express such wonderful sentiments to me.

Wow.

All I can say is thank you. Thank you for reminding me why I do this. Thank you for taking the time to ask me to stay. Thank you for making me smile and laugh at a time when that is the last thing I felt like doing. Thank you to my true blogging friends for coming out en masse to support me, and thank you to the lurkers and newcomers for de-lurking and telling me you like my blog.

I am going to stay around, and I thank you for convincing me that I should. I appreciate your comments and the many, many emails I received more than you will know. So again, thank you.

Thank you.

I decided to quit this blog for good last night.

I am so sick of judgemental assholes coming here and putting their two cents where it doesn't belong. When it was about politics, I was annoyed but I expect it. But last night, the commenter went too far. She basically said said that I am selfish for going back to work and that I am sacrificing my daughter's well being by doing so. And she had lots more to say. I deleted the comment, as I had said I would do to hateful comments.

And I started thinking that this is just no longer worth it. I love so many of you whom I have met here through blogging. But to have someone who knows nothing about me or my family question my loyalty to the most important thing in my life was just too much. Because how do I even respond to it? Do I defend myself to this self-righteous bitch who thinks she knows what is best for every person on earth? Do I tell her that if I don't go back to work we will have to sell our home because we have gone through all of our savings and cannot afford the mortgage and taxes (and we don't live an extravagant life)? Do I tell her that my goals for my daughter include college and if we can't afford a place to live, we certainly won't be able to afford college?

Or do I tell her to mind her own fucking business and keep her self-righteous judgements to herself? To think before she spews hateful comments onto something she knows zero about? To keep her mouth like she keeps her mind - closed???

Going back to work was not something that was decided lightly. It was not decided so that we could have the "extras" or go on vacations or any of that. It was decided so that we could continue to have a place to live. Does that sound "selfish" to you?

So, in any case, I decided not to do this blog anymore because I am so incredibly sick of getting hateful, ignorant, moronic comments that hurt me. That is not why I am here. I am here to have some fun and to learn from my fellow bloggers, not to deal with this crap.

Then, I thought, I won't let a few fuckos (thanks for that word, C-Mac) ruin my overwhelmingly positive experience here. And that maybe I need to stop telling little pieces of my life and just talk about music or tv or whatever. But then, that isn't me.

As of now, I am not sure what I am going to do. I am turning off anonymous comments, for one. And I need to figure out if this is worth it to me.

Vacationing and Then Back To Work

The shore was great; the weather was perfect and Princess loved the ocean and the sand and the rides on the boardwalk. It was a wonderful little escape. Then yesterday, Hub took off from work and we took Princess to the zoo. She enjoyed herself, but I think Hub enjoyed it even more. Now today I am off to the mall to try to find navy shoes and grey shoes for work, to the dry cleaners to get all my old work clothes cleaned, and to Princess' doctor to get her paperwork filled out for daycare.

I start my new job on Monday. I got an HR Generalist position, which basically means I will do a little of everything. I used to be primarily focused on recruitment and dabbled in the other areas of HR (such as employee relations and benefits and stuff like that). So this job will give me a more general background and more experience. The company is only 10 minutes from my house and 11 minutes from Princess' daycare, so that is a good thing.

I am nervous about putting Princess in daycare, since she has been home with me since day one. She is such a smart kid, and I am afraid that she may just get lost in the shuffle with other kids and not get the one-on-one time she has with me. But I also think she is at a great age and stage to start daycare. She loves being with other kids and I think she needs to be socialized more than she is now. And I am very comfortable with the daycare place we picked. They use a combination of play and learning for kids Princess' age and have a great curriculum. It came highly recommended from several friends on our block. But its still a nervewracking thing to give your kid up to someone you don't know for 9 hours a day.

Anyone got any advice on that?

Down the Shore!
Be back Wednesday!

See yesterday's post for my 9/11 commentary. Don't worry, its not a rant or even sad. I chose to remember something nice.

Nine-Eleven Remembered

Tomorrow is the fourth anniversary of 9/11. I wrote a post to commemorate this day awhile ago as a draft, but I have decided not to publish it. I will just say this: 9/11 hit me quite hard. I watched the smoke pouring from the Towers from my office across the river in NJ. I knew people in the city, and I knew people in DC. (Thankfully, no one I knew was killed). Maybe next year I will tell my whole story. But for now, I have decided to tell the story of the first time I laughed after 9/11.
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It was the following Friday night, sometime after midnight. I had been glued to the tv, and since I worked at a newspaper, I couldn't even get away from the coverage while I was at work. It was constant inundation. I don't think I had stopped crying yet. I was losing my mind just a little bit.

Hub and I were lying in bed watching tv, because even though a few days had passed, we still couldn't sleep. All of a sudden, I heard what I thought were bombs dropping. I asked Hub if he heard anything, and he said no. He muted the tv, and all we heard was silence. A few minutes later I heard it again. This time Hub heard it too. He muted the tv again, and we lay there, listening to what sounded like massive fireworks happening maybe a few towns away. But it was after midnight, it couldn't be fireworks. I was sure they were bombing Manhattan, which is only about 10 miles from me.

Hub and I just lay there, listening and wondering what we should do. Should we evacuate? Should we just get in the car and drive west? Should we go into the basement and tape up the windows to "protect" us from a nuclear attack?

Then, suddenly, Hub leans over the side of the bed. The noise stops. The dog gets up, walks to the end of the bed, and shakes the sleep off himself. That's right, you guessed it. Gypsy was snoring; that was the noise we were so sure was the end of NYC as we knew it. His rumbling combined with the sound of the ceiling fan sounded to us like a reason to flee New Jersey in our pj's.

And we both laughed. It was this release, as if to say, we are going to be ok. We are going insane, but we are going to be ok.
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I am off to shore for a few days. But before I go - good news! I got a job! A job I really wanted! Now I get to buy myself some new clothes! And maybe an ipod! Woo hoo! I will tell more about the job when I get back from the shore.

Have a great weekend, all!

Here I Am, Not Ranting! Go Me!

So let's see...what can I post about if I am not ranting? I forget how to post something civil...(but thank you all for your support of my insanity at anonymous idiots. I see that you all get them as well. I hope I spoke for you, too).
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There is a tray of uneaten jello shots in my fridge. At my bbq on Sunday, I got a bad headache at about midnight and that was it for me. I just couldn't party any more; my head was throbbing. Bah. I am hoping it was just a regular run-of-the-mill headache and not old age setting in. Nope, it can't be that.

Now don't get me wrong. We did eat one tray of them, the purple ones which were in honor of our fallen N'Awlins. And they were yummy. But I didn't think one tray was enough, so I made two. Then, I got a headache. Hence, the tray in the fridge.

So in any case, every time I open my fridge I get a big whiff of strawberry, kiwi, sugar and vodka. It is a lovely smell. But trust me, I make some strong jello shots, so these are not to be eaten on just some random Wednesday evening or something. It needs to be a party situation. Now, I will not be around this weekend, so do you think if I put them in a Tupperware or something that they will last till next weekend? I mean, does jello go bad? Someone please enlighten me. I have never had jello shots left over before so I have no idea what to do.
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This weekend, I am going down the shore for one last summer hurrah before Autumn hits like a ton of bricks. My mom is taking me and Princess down for a few days for a "girls weekend." Princess loves the beach and has actually been asking to go in the ocean, so she will be excited.
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Oh, and I have FINALLY been inducted into the Shitty Blogs Club. You do not know how hard I had to work to be shitty enough to get into that little party. But I did it. Thanks, Jeckles.
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Ok, well, that's it for now. I am off to watch Jon Stewart and donate to "Hillary in 2008" and listen to NPR and buy Al Franken's book. Smell ya later ;P

For The Last Time...and Rockstar INXS

Look, I welcome everyone's opinions here. Right, left, or somewhere in the middle. In fact, some of my favorite blog friends are right wing freaks. And I love them, even though I generally disagree with them. They stick to the topic I am discussing, they keep it brief, and they don't hijack my space to make their own points. And I have the same courtesy for them and their space.

So on that note.

To all of you Anonymouses out there: STOP USING UP ALL OF MY COMMENT SPACE TO MAKE YOUR FEEBLE LITTLE POINT. IF YOU HAVE THAT MUCH TO SAY, GET YOUR OWN DAMN BLOG. And don't say that you "have better things to do, like work" which is the excuse I always get when I ask why you anonymouses don't get your own blogs so you can spout your moronic bs whenever you want. For the time it took you to write 10 paragraphs in my comments, you could have taken the 2 minutes it takes to set up a blogger account.

I was not at all partisan in my questioning of why nothing was done to prevent this disaster and why the response was so slow. I blame everyone in the federal and Lousiana state government along with the New Orleans local government. Regardless of their political party. I am generally pretty anti-Bush around here, but I have not said anything on here about Bush and his handling of this crisis (except to joke that he should have let them use his plane to save people instead of taking time out of his busy riding-bikes-with-Lance schedule to tour the disaster. And that was funny.).

So why exactly do you freaks come to my blog and, I guess because you see that I link to moveon.org, make comments about Hillary and Bill Clinton's handling of some other disaster or about the NY Times and what they said about the levees years ago? You are totally off topic.

Here is my deal: I am a fan of New Orleans. It is my favorite place on this planet. I have been there countless times for Mardi Gras, for St. Patrick's Days, and other times just for the fun of it. I want it to be there, and its not. Its not there because SOME PEOPLE didn't use the funds they were supposed to use to fix the levees, or because SOME PEOPLE voted against using funds for that, or because SOME PEOPLE think poor people aren't important enough to protect, or some other reason. I don't really know what the reason is, and I don't know who those SOME PEOPLE are. I don't know if they are on "my side" or "your side" and I don't care whose side they are on. I want them punished for not doing their job of protecting Americans. And I am also ranting about the fact that it took so long to get help to people while they were starving and dehydrating and dying. Especially since SOME PEOPLE, whoever they may be, knew it was coming and didn't prepare, and after it happened they didn't act.

This is a NON-PARTISAN topic for me. I want the heads of whoever is to blame, Republican or Democrat. Yep, you guessed it, I think Republicans are more to blame because since 9/11, which happened right in my backyard, we were supposed to be upgrading our responses to emergencies. And our response to this emergency SUCKED. And guess what, when you are the President...the buck should stop there. I know, I know, its a real bummer to have to cut your vacation short. But as the President, its the least you could have done. Oh no, wait, *what you actually did* was the least you could have done. I stand corrected.

Ok, I am getting mad and ranting again, and I am getting off topic. My point is this, and I don't think I can make it more clear: This is my blog. Yes, it is public and I am sharing my opinions online and blah blah blah. But guess what. I don't care. You can disagree with me and I have no problem with that. You can ask my many satisfied right-wing customers. But don't hijack my space for your own ends. If you have that much to say and feel so strongly about it, GET YOUR OWN BLOG. From now on, I will be deleting long and blathering comments for the sole reason that I am sick of scrolling past them trying to get to the comments I really want to read. And I am not defending myself on it anymore. Here is my defense - my blog, my decision.
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I knew Jordis was going home tonight. She had just lost it over the last few weeks. You could see her confidence shrinking week after week. I have no doubt that she will be a big star, and I know that losing this competition was the best thing for her because she is too good for INXS. Her voice is absolutely amazing and I can't wait till her solo CD comes out some day soon. Please, dear God, let JD be next. I am so sick of him. I am digging Marty more and more, and Mig is looking more and more odd to me. Suzie has improved like mad over the past few weeks, and I think she has a shot. So, sayonara, Jordis, we will definitely be seeing you around soon.
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Tomorrow - a return of the happier, more uplifting True! (Wait, have I ever been happy and uplifting? Ah, well, I will be back tomorrow anyway, happy or not.)

Some Boring Information About the Netherlands To Prove I Am Right

For my Anonymous "friend" who posted that the hurricane in New Orleans was not related at all to what they have developed in the Netherlands and that I needed to get away from CNN, perhaps you need to read a tad bit more and stop talking out of your ass. My point was that they are on similar types of land (below sea level) and were prone to flooding, not that they both are threatened with hurricanes (duh).

And, because its my blog and I hate anonymous commenters who "snark and run", I have decided to dedicate today's post to the Netherlands and how I was right in my post from Saturday. You can blame my anonymous "friend" for the long and boring-ness of this post.
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This is what happened in the Netherlands back in 1953 and how the US responded to their disaster. Completely opposite of how we responded to our own disaster.
From The Star-Ledger of Monday, 9/5/2005 by Mark Mueller:
Similar disaster, but a different ending: When flood ravaged Netherlands, response was unified and swift
From his home in the southern reaches of the Netherlands, Toon Franken has watched the televised images of New Orleans with growing astonishment. The scenes make him "shiver," he said. But it is not the scale of devastation wrought by Hurricane Katrina that so troubles the 50-year-old Dutchman. It is that for nearly a week after the storm surge swallowed much of the city, so many people remained trapped there, desperate for water, food and escape.

"How is it possible in a civilized country that help is coming so late?" Franken asked in a telephone interview this weekend. "It's incredible."

While criticism of the U.S. government's response to Katrina has grown by the day, Franken brings a rare perspective to the debate. He is curator of the Zeeland Archives, the historical record of the Dutch province devastated in 1953 by the North Sea Flood, known in Holland simply as "the disaster."

More than 1,800 people died in the flood, a gale-driven wall of water that struck without warning in the early morning hours of Feb. 1, 1953, overwhelming centuries-old levees and inundating 625 square miles of land. Not since the Middle Ages -- more than 500 years earlier -- had the low-lying Netherlands been so ravaged by the sea.

Franken has studied every facet of the flood, including the Herculean effort to rescue and evacuate tens of thousands of people. The contrast with the response in New Orleans, he said, is jolting.

"It was a national disaster, and therefore there was a national movement to help," Franken said. "Everybody stood as one."

Historical accounts and extensive coverage of the disaster in the archives of the New York Times confirm Franken's view. Hours after the raging North Sea caused dozens of levees to give way in the southern provinces, primarily Zeeland, the Dutch government dispatched troops, vehicles and boats to the region. From low-flying planes, air crews searched for signs of life, dropping inflatable rubber dinghies wherever they spotted movement.

Queen Juliana, accompanied by her 15-year-old daughter, Princess Beatrix, donned hip waders and toured parts of the region before night fell. The government implored anyone with a truck or a bus to head south, toward the flood zone, to aid in the evacuation. By Feb. 2, hundreds of boats, from the queen's yacht to small fishing vessels, were rescuing people from southern islands and the flooded mainland. Helicopters sent from England, which also suffered heavy damage, plucked survivors from trees, rooftops and lampposts.

The commander of the U.S. Army in Europe, Lt. Gen. Manton S. Eddy, surveyed the damage by air and promised a swift American response. By nightfall on Feb. 2, some 36 hours after the levees broke, U.S. amphibious vehicles were on the ground, shipped in from neighboring West Germany. A detachment of American medical personnel soon followed. The number of boats involved in the rescue climbed to 2,000 the following day. From the air, dozens of helicopters, now mostly American, rescued hundreds more people, ferrying them to staging areas from which they were taken by bus or boat to the north.

There they took shelter in sports arenas and exhibition halls. As in New Orleans, the refugees were forced to deal with crowded conditions. But unlike the fetid Superdome and New Orleans Convention Center, the shelters in Holland were well away from the flood zone, with working electricity and ample supplies of food and water.

Battling snow, sleet and cold, the multinational rescue force evacuated or rescued more than 50,000 people within five days, a figure that would grow to 70,000 by week's end. Damage to the area was enormous. In addition to the 1,836 men, women and children killed, the waters claimed 10,000 animals and destroyed some 4,500 buildings. The flooded region was not fully reinhabited for more than a year.

Certainly New Orleans has presented unique problems. Lawlessness and gunfire have slowed evacuation efforts, and the city's bowl-shaped topography has prevented floodwaters from receding. But Franken, echoing bitter criticism voiced across the political spectrum in the United States, remains baffled by the delay in dispatching troops and by the lack of available food and water.

National Guardsmen arrived in force only on Friday. The first amphibious vehicles arrived the same day.

"The Americans helped Holland so very soon in 1953, and in their own country the help has come so late," Franken said. "We here cannot understand that. It's strange that the United States was not prepared for such a disaster."
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And, perhaps more importantly, after they went through that disaster, they actually did something about it to prevent a similar situation from happening again. They built an intricate dike system where if there is a breach in one of the dikes, it will not flood into the city but into another chamber of the system. Sounds like something we should have done since we went through something similar in 1969 with Hurricane Camille in New Orleans and we knew it would happen again:

The government upgraded its ancient system of dikes and dunes after a powerful storm breached sea dikes in the south of the Netherlands in 1953, killing more than 1,800 people. Today the Netherlands has some of the world's best defenses against flooding, including a chain of 40-foot-tall steel walls suspended by piers in the open sea.

Anti-flood measures will be reviewed in all Dutch regions below sea level in light of Hurricane Katrina's aftermath to ensure they would be adequate in an emergency, the government said Sunday.

All possible weak spots in the dikes -- the tall, uniform embankments that protect the Dutch countryside -- also will be examined, said Melanie Schultz van Haegen, the junior transport and waterworks minister.

She said emphasis will be placed on the populous Amsterdam and Rotterdam regions, which both lie below sea level, De Telegraaf newspaper reported Sunday.

Flood protection in The Netherlands -- a country about twice the size of New Jersey that is mostly below sea level -- is considered among the best in the world.

The government is planning to spend $3.7 billion over the next ten years on new projects against the threat from river floods, in addition to the $620 million spent annually on maintaining the current system in the country.
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I added those italics to show how much money they spent on protecting themselves. I wonder how much we have put into our levee system?

A Semi-Non-Rant and Some Other Crap

I know it was requested that I rant yet again today. But ya know what? This has been a crappy week. Now its finally over; its the weekend and I want to start fresh and new. Don't you worry, though, I will be back soon enough with complaints about how poorly the whole situation in New Orleans is being handled vs. how the tsunami was handled, and how it would be more helpful to keep Dubbya at his ranch biking in the daisies with Lance Armstrong and let the relief efforts use his helicopters and planes to transport the ill and the elderly and the pregnant women and the children, and how the Netherlands is on similar-type ground as New Orleans and they are so much more prepared than we are for this type of inevitable disaster, and about how race and social status couldn't possibly be playing a part in how much aid and how quickly its getting there. And let me say, speaking of rants, that the Mayor of New Orleans is my newest idol for speaking his mind about what is needed in the city and putting it out there in plain language that even our politicians should be able to understand, or so we would think. Right, but I am not ranting about that today. Really, I am not. Let's move on, shall we?
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Ah, I love Labor Day weekend! I am not a huge fan of the summer, because I don't really enjoy sweating or mosquitos. So fall is my season. And although September is really pretty summery around these parts, the godawful humidity starts to drop and the bugs start to die and we can enjoy the outdoors.

This weekend we have two bbq's, one of which we are hosting at our house. We are going to break out the blender and make the famous Jean Lafitte's Frozen Voodoo Daquiris (from the French Quarter) and I am making purple jello shots in honor of our beloved, fallen New Orleans. While we are too far away to actually go in and help, we will be keeping everyone in our thoughts and in our toasts.
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Is it odd to get teary when you hear "When The Saints Go Marching In"?