Monday, December 29, 2008

Adios, 2008!

A little video I stumbled upon (while searching for Taylor Swift videos, don't judge me!) that I think adequately sums up 2008 for all of us!


Would You Rather?

Ok, I'm bored. So let's play a game!


Have a man that would make coming home to fantastic candlelight dinner every night a reality...

(A la chef dash heart throb Rocco DiSpirito...)
Have a man with impeccable taste that could throw chic cocktail parties and keep your home in the latest fashions...

(A la Oprah's Go-To guy, Nate Berkus...)

Have a man who could spend the weekends (shirtless) keeping your yard meticulously manicured and could also build things, like, with wood and a saw and whatnot..
(A la DIY's Jason Cameron...)

Hm, decisions, decisions...

Do you think that there's anyone out there that embodies all three?

Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Happy Holidays from NYC!

Hey ya'll! It's that time. Time for feasting and families. For photos and friggin' caroling.

I'm getting ready to take off to Connecticut to spend the Christmas holiday with my sister and her family, and quickly wanted to send a quick note of love and cheer from Gay New York! Which is a lot like straight New York, but with better accessories. Like Bloomingdale's and figure skating in Central Park.

Anyway, to all of you out in the blogosphere, may you have the happiest of holidays!

Thursday, December 18, 2008



1. Uh, find a baby.

2. Be sure the object you found is indeed a baby by employing classic sniffing techniques.

3. Flatten the baby before beginning the hugging process.

4. The "Paw Slide": Simply slide paws around baby, and prepare for possible close-up.

5. Finally, if a camera is present, you will need to execute the difficult and patented "hug, smile, and lean" to achieve maximum photo quality!

**NOTE: I do not know this baby, nor do I know this dog. This was passed on by my friend Jarett (experience his blogger genius here) and couldn't resist sharing it here! Could you just D-I-E?!?!!?

Forever A Changed Man

Yesterday I posted about my decision to send out my laundry. As you know, I definitely had mixed feelings about it...

Does sending out make me lazy?

Does it make me spoiled?

No, it makes me less stressed for Time. Well, at least that was my justification.

As a quick follow-up... I got my laundry back last night at 5:30 pm (right on schedule!) and I swear to you... I am NEVER doing laundry again!

All of my wash was meticulously folded. It was like they stopped by American Eagle and had one of their stock boys board-fold it all before bringing it back to me! (All of you who have worked retail know exactly what I mean when I say "board-folded", right?)

To top it off, all of my socks were paired up, and they did that nifty little sock roll thing so that the pairs wouldn't fall apart! I HATE ROLLING MY SOCKS! So I was real happy they did it for me :)

I think it's safe to say that my life has been changed. Never again will I stew over having enough quarters (also known as "Jew Gold" in my apartment... my roomies are Jewish so I'm allowed to say that!), having detergent and softener, the dryer actually getting everything dry in one cycle (a novel concept), and most importantly making the time to do something that I absolutely despise!

I highly recommend you look into laundry service -- it's the best thing since getting stoned and going to The Outback!

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Not Cancelling Plans? Priceless.

I've officially become one of those people...

I've always done my own laundry. Well, nearly always. I'll admit that during my first week in college I had to call my mom so that she could explain to me how the process worked. Which one was first? Which one did soap go into? Did the little sheet go in the one with all the water? Wait, you have to separate white clothes and colored clothes? Does that mean I should separate my blues from my reds?

Ya, I was a mess. But Mom walked me through the process and since that day, I've always done my own laundry. In Utah, every place that I lived in had laundry either in the apartment itself or in the building. Even here in Manhattan I've lived in buildings with coin-operated laundry facilities in the basement.

But it seems that the act of doing laundry has found a new enemy: TIME.

Seriously, who are you people that have the time to actually DO laundry?

I mean, I guess I used to be one of those people. But it was always scheduled out. On Monday, I'd look at my wardrobe and think "Ok, I can wear those tomorrow and then do laundry tomorrow night..." And then when friends would say "hey, let's grab dinner" I'd come back with "oh, I can't -- it's laundry night!"

But in recent months, by the time I'm getting to Monday and am analyzing the remnants of my formerly vast wardrobe (another big issue) I've already committed to things every night of the week! Monday was dodgeball, Tuesday was dance. Wednesday I promised someone I'd join them at a social event, Thursday is a date. Friday.... and so it goes and goes and goes.

Over the past few months, I've played hookie on friends. It would get to the point where I was literally out of things to put on my body, so I would inevitably cancel something to make it happen.

And I hate doing that. Like, HATE doing that.

So. I've surrendered. I am now officially someone who has his laundry picked up in the morning, and will have it dropped back off to me, clean, when I get home from work.

Yes, it's more costly than just doing laundry. But I've decided that my time and my life is worth way more than the $15 it costs to have someone else take care of washing my underwear.

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

First Sight?

I had a dream last night.

I was in Connecticut watching my nephew. We were outside playing with a ball, and some way or another it got away from us. It went across the street, so I told my nephew to stay put and ran to go get it. As I was crossing back, he started to come out into the street.

I yelled at him and ran to grab him. He wasn't in any dangers -- there were no vehicles in sight. But, as I do when someone I love is entering dangerous territory, I freaked out. I picked him up and held him as tight as I could... "Don't you EVER do that again! Why didn't you listen to me?"

Because I was holding him so tightly, it took me a minute to realize he was a lot smaller than I'm used to. It took me off guard, so I loosened my grip and looked at his face.

It was my nephew. No doubt about it.

Except, it wasn't Jack.

This boy was blonde, just like Jack. His eyes were blue, just like Jack. But he wasn't wearing glasses. And his face had a different shape to it than Jack.

I wonder.... maybe that was nephew #2, scheduled to arrive on Valentine's Day of next year?

Do you think it's possible to "dream" someone before they actually arrive here on earth? I guess we'll see. That little face is stuck in my memory now. So I guess only time will tell if he is that baby waiting to be born.

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

Feel Good Movie of the Year?

Last night Paul and I went to see "Slumdog Millionaire"

Let me begin by saying run, don't walk, to go see this film. Amazing.

So at the end I was having some tears because it's such a great story, and I look over at Paul and he looked confused... So I asked how he liked it and his response was "It was kinda slow in the middle...."

I don't get it. That movie kinda put me through it. Like, there wasn't a single moment that I wasn't full on into what was happening on screen. Every line, every nuance. I was so in it that I really couldn't stop thinking about it last night. I kept playing it over and over in my head -- which made me start to wonder why I felt so good about the movie.

Not like "was it really that amazing?" because it was... but more like "was it really that much of a feel good storyline?"

Here's the deal. You gotta love a love story. Unless you're dead inside.

But all of other aspects of the movie were so intense. I don't want to give too much away, but there's a lot of story that takes place in the slums of Bombay and terrible things happen to these characters that are beyond heart-breaking.

So is it a feel good love story? Or a heart-breaking tale?

I can't decide.

Maybe I'll just have to go see it again! Very, very likely ;)

Thursday, December 4, 2008

Comedic Genius, Part II

What do you get when you cross Margaret Cho, Maya Rudolph, Jack Black, John C Reilly, Allison Janney, Stephanie J Block, Neil Patrick Harris, Kathy Najimy, and numerous other stars of stage and screen... and then cross them with a political agenda?

The Answer: Brilliance.