tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27264824237196419212011-12-02T22:46:05.711-05:00Lucreziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745972973561196922noreply@blogger.comBlogger1871100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726482423719641921.post-58670271200109890022011-12-02T22:46:00.000-05:002011-12-02T22:46:05.719-05:00

Well, I've done it. I've found the holy grail of New York living: an affordable, rent stabilized apartment. And I've moved into it. See below for a window to window comparison: After, in my (as yet packed up) one bedroom Before, in my small basement studio Those windows say a lot. Everything is bigger. Everything is brighter. And I'm still trying to get used to it; it feels too big

Lucreziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745972973561196922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726482423719641921.post-7432482528759114312011-09-12T02:24:00.000-04:002011-09-12T02:24:13.984-04:00

I've been looking for a new apartment in a kind of half assed, lazy way for a while now. I figure when the perfect, amazingly priced gem of a deal falls into my lap I'll be ready. Those kinds of deals, as everyone knows, are many and frequent in New York.  But regardless, other than the fact that my apartment floods periodically, I had nothing really pushing this potential relocation other than

Lucreziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745972973561196922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726482423719641921.post-26690158579722479142011-07-25T23:09:00.000-04:002011-07-25T23:09:31.208-04:00

I just put toothpaste on a cut thinking it was neosporin. Sigh.

Lucreziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745972973561196922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726482423719641921.post-21575160422531857522011-07-23T16:10:00.000-04:002011-07-23T16:10:44.337-04:00

It's 100 degrees in Brooklyn right now, but it feels like 104. This isn't me being dramatic; weather.com says it feels like 104. Yesterday when I checked it was 104, felt like 113. That wasn't even the high, that was solidly in the late afternoon. In other words, my wish for some sweltering weather has been answered, about four months late. Thanks, February. Not that I'm complaining. While it

Lucreziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745972973561196922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726482423719641921.post-80229845570736093342011-06-22T19:30:00.000-04:002011-06-22T19:30:35.847-04:00

My cats like to coyly flop over to get their bellies rubbed, and have perfected the art of doing this.  It's a little ridiculous, but they are seriously cute.  They're such hos. Also, I had to look up how to properly spell the plural of 'ho.' For you.  Exhibit A: I mean seriously. And usually it's both of them. Now that I've distracted everyone (*crickets*) from how rarely I update this thing,

Lucreziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745972973561196922noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726482423719641921.post-28048192850597854082011-05-16T22:11:00.001-04:002011-06-22T21:06:19.933-04:00

I've been feeling a little bummed lately. Mainly about the same stuff I normally beat myself up about, nothing really new. I'm just down that I'm now in my late twenties and have this tiny little studio I'm crammed into. Down that I don't make more money. Down that I'm in a (in many ways great) long term relationship that has its own difficulties and compromises. Down that I'm not more outgoing

Lucreziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745972973561196922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726482423719641921.post-66898648277298288822011-04-04T01:22:00.000-04:002011-04-04T01:22:17.998-04:00

I think this will be the year to travel to places I've already been.  I'm planning on visiting Florida and have already taken a (kick-ass) trip to Italy earlier this month.  I lived in both places for quite a while, so I'm not really going as a tourist so much as to visit friends and family. Of course, I also took a little two night detour while in Italy to visit Morocco (Fez), which I haven't

Lucreziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745972973561196922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726482423719641921.post-42499782558823426912011-02-10T01:29:00.000-05:002011-02-10T01:29:54.335-05:00

Winter = Sucks. Winter = 2 cats curled next to me on sofa for warmth. 2 cats on sofa = Cute And yet Winter ≠ Cute. Math is hard.

Lucreziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745972973561196922noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726482423719641921.post-50894715295407336002011-02-05T18:39:00.000-05:002011-02-05T18:39:16.455-05:00

My perpetual goal is to leave my cave more often and actually venture out into Brooklyn.  In summer this is easy. Winter, not so much. Today was WinterJam at Prospect Park (Brooklyn, for anyone who doesn't know) however, so it seemed worth the effort.  Overall, while  a little disappointing, I'm glad I went. I ended up with a $6 pie.  Really, it all comes down to food. Though for a while there

Lucreziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745972973561196922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726482423719641921.post-18091637895080280872011-01-23T02:29:00.001-05:002011-03-16T16:25:10.492-04:00

While it may seem like I haven't been writing for the past few months, that is in fact an optical illusion. I have been writing. Just not here.  This is mainly due to the fact that other sites pay for writing....and I am obviously greedy. However this does tie into my New Year's resolution to not be actively poor this year.  Last year was an improvement over 2009, for sure, as that year I

Lucreziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745972973561196922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726482423719641921.post-5409513244778131042010-10-26T01:57:00.001-04:002010-10-26T01:58:29.752-04:00

The thing about blogging is that there is no filter. Which is great in a lot of ways. You can't blame anyone else for what gets put up.  It's your own genius or stupidity.  But if you (and by you I mean me) are blogging in part to brush up on your writing skills, if your goal is to become a better writer, it's a longer, slower, windier road than if you had, say, a teacher or an editor telling you

Lucreziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745972973561196922noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726482423719641921.post-22430341326841851032010-10-17T20:54:00.000-04:002010-10-17T20:54:18.707-04:00

I'm a Miami girl. I may not have been born there, and I may have moved away a few times in the past, but when in comes to the climate I'm most comfortable in bring me 90 degree weather all the way.  This has been a hard adjustment for me to make in New York. As much as I love the city and all its many activities in winter I just want to hibernate with some warm soup and good books.  There aren't

Lucreziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745972973561196922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726482423719641921.post-9136759838345574302010-10-08T01:39:00.000-04:002010-10-08T01:39:53.702-04:00

They are out of their damn minds. New York subway fares are being raised again. They are now going to be $104 for a monthly card. When I moved here, just over two years ago, I believe it was around $70.  They keep going like this and they're going to be priced at about the cost of the average mortgage in a few years.

Lucreziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745972973561196922noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726482423719641921.post-60924410719166338802010-10-04T22:15:00.000-04:002010-10-04T22:15:42.331-04:00

I'm totally supposed to be writing a real article about NYC politics. But instead I'm watching two different tv shows (Hulu and my big old box tv), eating pasta and licorice and basically just letting my brain melt into a big puddle. Not actually productive.  Unless zombies are around who need a little brain soup (yum!). However, this whole brain puddle thing makes me think of that scene in Eat

Lucreziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745972973561196922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726482423719641921.post-59798562640413557752010-10-04T01:54:00.000-04:002010-10-04T01:54:33.543-04:00

I may actually be a cat myself. I base this supposition on the fact that my cat has been a little coughy lately (I'm keeping an eye on it) and I've been stuffed up to. Which means we must be the same species to have the same virus. Which means I'm a cat. Or that she's human. I'll keep you posted when I figure out which.

Lucreziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745972973561196922noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726482423719641921.post-8795304079501152792010-08-24T01:47:00.000-04:002010-08-24T01:47:17.116-04:00

So cute when they're not breaking things.

Lucreziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745972973561196922noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726482423719641921.post-6473607292394939872010-08-15T21:49:00.000-04:002010-08-15T21:49:04.047-04:00

Is it weird that my mother is starting to hint that she wants me to have kids? And by lately I mean the last year or so. And by hint I mean tell me straight out I shouldn't wait too long and don't I want some before I'm thirty (I'm 26). Let me add that while I'm in a committed relationship I am not married. And I'm still relatively poor - I live in a studio apartment and couldn't really afford

Lucreziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745972973561196922noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726482423719641921.post-24334738587397412992010-08-09T02:30:00.000-04:002010-08-09T02:30:49.696-04:00

I think people underestimate the power of stubbornness. Seriously.  Since graduating getting my career going has been one tiny heavy step forward at a time.  With lead chains around my ankles. And hot coals to walk across while wearing them.  Plenty of people have branched off into easier careers. Not easier to do, but easier to break into. TV and film is HARD to get work in, at least until you

Lucreziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745972973561196922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726482423719641921.post-56116821068350159322010-08-01T21:17:00.001-04:002010-08-01T21:18:06.533-04:00

As I was obsessively listening to the Leonard Cohen song Hallelujah, sung by various artists, I stumbled upon the Paramore song by the same name. I like it. Totally different song, but really good.

Lucreziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745972973561196922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726482423719641921.post-3382640343476169042010-07-29T21:57:00.000-04:002010-07-29T21:57:19.220-04:00

I haven't been writing much here lately. Operative word here, since I've been posting on associated content, on travel maharishi and on a couple other sites, all of which pay for writing. They don't pay much, but it's still frankly exciting to be able to make money from my computer at home based on my writing. Though I have gotten the comment from the editors of one site (which dropped my rating

Lucreziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745972973561196922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726482423719641921.post-36749721178131220882010-07-10T17:11:00.000-04:002010-07-10T17:11:11.749-04:00

Cinque Terre, Italy – A Breathtaking Seaside VillageCheck out my new article on Travel Maharashi and vote! I get $100 if I get the most votes....thanks :-).

Lucreziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745972973561196922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726482423719641921.post-17935372577339815792010-06-14T20:49:00.000-04:002010-06-14T20:49:21.016-04:00

I haven't been updating here as much because I've been writing elsewhere, namely on Associated Content. I love them because they pay me. Not a lot (oh no, not a lot).  But it's still kind of exciting to make anything for writing.  It kind of brings back my childhood dream to be an author one day.  So, anyway, check me out there and sign up yourself if you want!  It's a great way to make a little

Lucreziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745972973561196922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726482423719641921.post-78912374576672378362010-06-14T00:06:00.001-04:002010-06-14T00:07:03.119-04:00

I've been dancing around like an idiot to this song for the past half hour (I loop songs I like. The people around me really appreciate this trait).

Lucreziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745972973561196922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726482423719641921.post-6885032574000697492010-06-10T23:23:00.001-04:002010-06-10T23:26:59.575-04:00

Ok, my cat is insane. And I'm trying to be understanding and supportive but for real, I think she has PTSD or something.  Let me give you a bit of backstory: She's super sweet. Very tolerant. I can hold her up on two legs (not that I do...much), play with her paws, poke at her and just basically make a pain of myself at her expense and she is fine with it. Maybe an occasional pitiful meow, but

Lucreziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745972973561196922noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726482423719641921.post-46609036152516569582010-06-09T20:14:00.000-04:002010-06-09T20:14:02.340-04:00

Today I made the easiest dessert known to man.  So good. So easy. Sigh. It's half peach, half blackberry. I like the blackberry half better. In the interests of science though I will eat both sides to make sure that the peach doesn't eventually win out.  It's sooooo good. I got the recipe from a good friend. All it takes is 1 of everything = 1 stick of butter 1 cup of self rising flour, milk

Lucreziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745972973561196922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726482423719641921.post-59787504431064264462010-05-30T16:57:00.001-04:002010-05-30T16:59:00.663-04:00

While my current apartment leaves much to be desired in terms of space and light, one thing that is infinitely better is that I have a little cube of outdoors space in which to grow some green things.  And they are growing! From this :      To this : And from this to this : Even the Forget-me-nots are growing:  And now I have six little baby tomatoes, hopefully to ripen quickly.  

Lucreziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745972973561196922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726482423719641921.post-12346964950359404662010-05-29T20:43:00.001-04:002010-05-29T20:43:26.805-04:00

So apparently I've been walking around with a super outdated eye prescription.  Now that I've spent $500 (gulp, omigod) on new glasses and contacts I'm expecting that investment to pay off with xray vision and a new job as a superhero.  It seems only fair. In related news, I will soon be on the job prowl again as my freelance job is winding down.  Job hunting = oodles of fun.  I'm looking

Lucreziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745972973561196922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726482423719641921.post-1239765234720831702010-05-04T01:34:00.000-04:002010-05-04T01:34:32.001-04:00

Do other people not know what they should capitalize in these titles? Is it just me? Anyway. I managed to actually get out and buy gardening supplies and I successfully planted tomatoes, basil and forget-me-not seeds this weekend (in pots, in case you were curious. I can't afford a yard).  Tomatoes and basil are my annual summer staples, but I just couldn't resist the forget-me-nots. I think

Lucreziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745972973561196922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726482423719641921.post-91134764711422838092010-04-28T22:34:00.000-04:002010-04-28T22:34:55.308-04:00

  It's that time of year again.  The weather is warming up, the clothes are getting skimpier, and things are blooming.  I'm now in plant lust again, as happens every year, and am probably months late to be planting (as happens every year...).  This weekend is going to be my farmer's market weekend.  I'm going to cook, clean, plant and bake (myself, not anything edible - I need a tan).   If I was

Lucreziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745972973561196922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726482423719641921.post-75780440792883064062010-04-11T01:00:00.002-04:002010-04-11T01:00:25.740-04:00

I'm feeling musical.  I'm also feeling like I don't have the energy to post about my private life right now.  Not that it's all bad. Today was very nice, and very New Yorky.  But it's a bit confusing right now, so you all get music instead.

Lucreziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745972973561196922noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726482423719641921.post-21108366935325918942010-04-04T23:11:00.003-04:002010-04-05T00:01:59.881-04:00

I love Pandora.  And since I live in NY now and no longer listen to music in the car, it's my only source of new music. I also love youtube.  It allows me to obsessively replay the songs I discover on Pandora.  This song, Almost Lover by A Fine Frenzy, I've played at least 20 times today. On another note:  Sometimes days sneak up on me. Happy Birthday Uncle Gigi. I miss you.

Lucreziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745972973561196922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726482423719641921.post-68219970618382565042010-03-22T00:56:00.000-04:002010-03-22T00:56:16.331-04:00

I'm too tired to write much now, but looking at the headlines it looks like we did it.  We got 219 votes.  Now let's see this health bill in action.  I have a feeling a lot of people who were scared of it will really appreciate it once they see what it can do. Major victory for all Americans tonight.

Lucreziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745972973561196922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726482423719641921.post-52829664425805712122010-03-14T19:50:00.000-04:002010-03-14T19:50:48.362-04:00

Last year was a long, depressing bastard of a year overall.  Not that it was all bad at all, and in fact I think a lot of the foundations I tried to build career wise will end up helping me avoid another such year.  This year  is so far shaping up to be better (knock on wood. A lot of wood).  I'm trying to keep my goals simple though, so as to not set myself up for disapointment.  SO. Only three

Lucreziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745972973561196922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726482423719641921.post-37467418733435910202010-03-03T00:59:00.000-05:002010-03-03T00:59:11.906-05:00

Lots to report and not much at all.  I'm loving my new job, and just hoping it keeps going well - which is all I'm going to say about it because I also read Dooce. My brother is in the hospital and has been for the past four days for a bone infection that both my father and myself told him was probably just growing pains. Go us. And his friends told him he was being wimpy for complaining about,

Lucreziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745972973561196922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726482423719641921.post-29239548787252904092010-02-18T23:39:00.000-05:002010-02-18T23:39:32.969-05:00

Generally I tend to think airline security goes a little overboard, rather then the other way around. Like, seriously, you're confiscating my tequila*?  Or, why is the little plastic razor I'm bringing with me to shave my legs considered a hazard? I really doubt anyone would be particularly intimidated by me if I attempted to wield it. However, they really dropped the ball on my last flight. Not

Lucreziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745972973561196922noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726482423719641921.post-2306073127719526342010-02-06T19:13:00.000-05:002010-02-06T19:13:12.363-05:00

I'm crawling out from under the mound of work I've been doing to type a quick update post.  Things are good! Things are busy! It is good that things are busy! I've been working full out with almost no sleep for the past thousand years (it feels like).  I'm working my night time diner job at night, and working on film work during the day.  Rest is secondary. This means however that I feel

Lucreziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745972973561196922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726482423719641921.post-61601973722381919442010-01-26T02:39:00.000-05:002010-01-26T02:39:39.830-05:00

I'm about to head out to the airport, and I'm hoping this stomach bug I've been fighting decides to cooperate. I have visions of airport security swooping in to kick me off the flight (they can do that if you're sick, I think). This might be an unrealistic fear, but it's my fear. I'm owning it :-). At first I thought I had finally given myself food poisoning and the thought was like bitter,

Lucreziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745972973561196922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726482423719641921.post-35931182070684509042010-01-21T22:57:00.000-05:002010-01-21T22:57:41.957-05:00

I've always been someone who gets attached to objects, sometimes overly so.  I've carted boxes of books, trinkets and furniture across the country in a minivan, packed so tights that my cats were stacked in their carriers in between the front seats.  I hold onto things I no longer need because I can still remember the moment when those things were new - it's hard for me to view it as junk. One

Lucreziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745972973561196922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726482423719641921.post-36069160393800380572010-01-21T12:47:00.002-05:002010-01-21T14:47:48.671-05:00

I worked on a short film last year that is just about ready to be sent to festivals and then to be available to buy.  I don't want to give anything away, but I think the plot is thoughtful and somewhat controversial, and I'm hoping that it makes people want to talk about it.  I'm really excited about it getting out there and I think it will do really well.  It's called "The Empty Playground." If

Lucreziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745972973561196922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726482423719641921.post-91095743225760513072010-01-20T23:22:00.001-05:002010-01-20T23:23:02.193-05:00

I worry that I'm going to be one of those parents that just shows everyone pictures of their kids and is constantly cooing about how cute they are.  I think it's a legitimate concern. This was cuter in person. She looks slightly evil as she rests on her sister and glowers at the camera.

Lucreziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745972973561196922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726482423719641921.post-74321833661439144512010-01-20T05:55:00.000-05:002010-01-20T05:55:36.329-05:00

Surprisingly, my brilliant plan of working nights to leave my days open for job hunting and other things isn't going quite as well as planned. I overlooked one small detail - sleep.  Understandable oversight.  I have been coming home from work early, early in the morning and then spending (wasting) another hour or so online before passing out. Then I wake up just in time to dash off back to work,

Lucreziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745972973561196922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726482423719641921.post-62280545771655705832010-01-15T02:42:00.000-05:002010-01-15T02:42:29.888-05:00

Is it weird I moisturized my boyfriend's hands while he slept? In my defense they are so dried out the skin is cracking...and they now smell delicious.

Lucreziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745972973561196922noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726482423719641921.post-24170651351783748512010-01-15T01:49:00.001-05:002010-01-15T01:49:49.768-05:00

Does thinking my cat sneezing is cute make me a crazy cat lady?

Lucreziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745972973561196922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726482423719641921.post-4475101948100947792010-01-13T02:20:00.000-05:002010-01-13T02:20:52.570-05:00

I forgot my leftovers at the diner I'm now working at two nights in a row.  This is typical of me. Tonight I remembered, and my leftovers from Sunday were still there so home they came too.  I'm eating them, and hoping that they don't give me food poisoning. This is also typical of me.

Lucreziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745972973561196922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726482423719641921.post-30649822651963705232010-01-11T23:24:00.001-05:002010-01-11T23:25:27.654-05:00

So I am now a late night diner waitress.  In a greek diner filled with Russian waitresses.  I've been meaning to learn a new language... In other news I've been sleeping to 4 since starting at this diner. It's not easy staying on your feet all night. I don't get home until the sun is up.  Good news, however, is that at least it's employment and the fact that it's at night means that

Lucreziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745972973561196922noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726482423719641921.post-5556862146890613852010-01-04T16:21:00.000-05:002010-01-04T16:21:22.505-05:00

I'm staring at the screen smiling right now.  You know, in case you were curious. No, I haven't found the job of my dreams or won the lottery or anything, but today seems much more manageable then yesterday. I bit the bullet and applied for a night shift at a 24 hour diner, so that I can still look for work during the day. I'm supposed to go in tomorrow for them to check me out, so wish me the

Lucreziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745972973561196922noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726482423719641921.post-15407986207433723232010-01-03T16:32:00.000-05:002010-01-03T16:32:12.030-05:00

I've decided, after a lifetime of looking askance at it, that I love eggplant. This love affair started years ago, when I working at TGIF and they had this fried mozzarella and eggplant sandwich, but I resisted.  The mozzarella got all my attention while the eggplant stood by watching sadly.  But now I've finally realized the error of my ways. The eggplant was the true star, all those years ago,

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I'm in a rut. This is largely due to having too much time and not enough money - in short, since I'm freelancing I have large chunks of time when I don't have any work to do, and therefore no money coming in.  Since I don't have money to spend I end up home on the computer all day.  This isn't healthy and it isn't productive.  I job hunt every day, but let's be serious - applying to jobs only

Lucreziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745972973561196922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726482423719641921.post-30775933209245168542010-01-02T01:13:00.000-05:002010-01-02T01:13:30.627-05:00

I occasionally cater to make some extra (extra, who are we kidding?) money.  I enjoy it actually, as it means interacting with people and it is easy, well paying work. You just have to smile and be willing to be as helpful as possible. These are traits I am perhaps overburdened with in my everyday life anyway, so it works for me. Yesterday I worked at the New Year's Eve party at Tavern on the

Lucreziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745972973561196922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726482423719641921.post-32469369250901483792009-12-31T00:52:00.000-05:002009-12-31T00:52:15.275-05:00

People online has a new slideshow up of celebrity weight loss "winners." That's fine I guess (though I think Tyra looked better in the slightly heavier photo) but three of the women in their before picture are pregnant. Pregnant is not fat! Pregnant does not count as a weight loss before picture! Are they kidding?

Lucreziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745972973561196922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726482423719641921.post-83704884948825054672009-12-29T21:06:00.000-05:002009-12-29T21:06:30.025-05:00

I actually planned my Farmville crops around a job I thought I was going to have tomorrow.  This is sad just on its own because it means I spend far too much time online (not that I'm judging anyone reading this. I love you. Keep coming back).  This is made sadder by the fact that I am no longer working tomorrow, though thankfully still working the next day.  I am feeling a little self pitying at

Lucreziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745972973561196922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726482423719641921.post-38964284756141155552009-12-27T17:14:00.000-05:002009-12-27T17:14:18.475-05:00

I love Christmas. I love buying gifts (not the financial part so much this year), I love getting gifts (oh yes I do. I am five when it comes to opening gifts), I love the food and the good will and getting to see friends and family.  This year has been wonderful. I spent Christmas Eve cooking. I made: Chicken. Stuffing. Lots of stuffing. I mean I lifted the skin of the chicken and stuffed it

Lucreziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745972973561196922noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726482423719641921.post-13111568157477030742009-12-22T19:16:00.000-05:002009-12-22T19:16:09.280-05:00

I am exhausted. I don't know why, since all I did was clean a bit today and make the aforementioned popcorn (and send out a resume or two), but I could fall asleep now and not wake up until tomorrow.  However!  For your viewing pleasure, here is the finished product: The picture, as usual, does not do it justice. I need a digital camera. It was pretty easy to make too, though kind of time

Lucreziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745972973561196922noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726482423719641921.post-2829050919226605722009-12-17T20:41:00.000-05:002009-12-17T20:41:10.441-05:00

Remember that turkey broth I made a week or two ago? It's still sitting in the fridge (what's left), in the pot, and it has reached the point that I'm kind of scared to deal with it.  I feel like I could re-discover penicillin all by myself in my kitchen. Or perhaps penicillin's more sinister cousin.  Either way, I'm hoping I can get someone else (and by that I mean my bf) to deal with it.  Wish

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I spent the day doing my Christmas shopping.  I'm pretty pleased with my purchases, though it's hard to shop on such a tight budget and still have gifts I'm really happy with. I got a weird look when I asked a vendor advice about my half sister's gift ("I need something for a Portugese speaking 10 year old I've never met. Do you think she'd like this?").  A couple of gifts I'm a little worried

Lucreziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745972973561196922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726482423719641921.post-58650151044156556112009-12-12T00:58:00.000-05:002009-12-12T00:58:13.997-05:00

  My interest in babies, Duggars and dramatic and unusual medical situations has all come together in a big Duggar baby peak.  Mrs. Duggar had the baby, super early, and she's super tiny.  Like, barely over a pound.  While not religious I am sending good vibes their way (I'm sure they really really care).  But I am also trolling the internet for more info.  I love gossip, and all reality tv is a

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Now that I no longer have tv I am sadly behind on certain celebrity/tv show events (like the birth of the Duggar grandkid).  I do however have Perez Hilton and People so I am not entirely out of the loop. Recent celebrity events that I shouldn't care about but do (ergo: any celebrity events): -Tiger Woods being apparently the worst, most unfaithful husband possible without actually being Henry

Lucreziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745972973561196922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726482423719641921.post-32841325614062282192009-12-07T12:46:00.000-05:002009-12-07T12:46:13.314-05:00

Despite not having gone anywhere or done anything to deserve it, I seem to be living in another time zone.  Or rather living as if I'm in another time zone.  Not sure which one, but one that's about six or seven hours behind the one my body is actually inhabiting.  And by this I mean I can't sleep, lay awake every night, play internet games until 6, and then sleep until after noon every night for

Lucreziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745972973561196922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726482423719641921.post-40634275123856792062009-12-03T23:13:00.000-05:002009-12-03T23:13:18.427-05:00

I've spent the afternoon (among other things) with a big pot of turkey broth stewing.  I LOVE making broth.  It feels so healthy and wintery, and yet is so simple any idiot could make it. Holiday Broth: I've already poured out a good bit of the broth from the pot here to boil some rice in.  Basically, throw in your protein (half a chicken should do, or in this case a big humongous turkey wing

Lucreziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745972973561196922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726482423719641921.post-884068966034064282009-11-30T21:09:00.001-05:002009-11-30T21:09:49.586-05:00

The bag is my present to myself.  I'm on a tight budget but my old bag is totally falling apart, so I'm considering it a necessary expense.  You can find it at Fossil.com, but is no longer sold in stores since it was put on sale and they "don't sell sales items."  Which seems like the dumbest thing in the world to me and resulted in my wasting 2 hours of my day trying to buy it in the real world,

Lucreziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745972973561196922noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726482423719641921.post-26154876954772381692009-11-28T19:21:00.000-05:002009-11-28T19:21:24.532-05:00

I love it when my cats climb under the covers with me and flop onto my feet.  Cute and warming. I hate (though I find it amusing despite myself) when the cats repeatedly do what I have yelled at them not to.  Especially when I'm too lazy to get up to stop them so yelling is as far as it goes.  I fear the neighbors think I'm horrible and abusing because all they hear is "No! Stop! Bad!" from my

Lucreziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745972973561196922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726482423719641921.post-77040546178531317472009-11-27T19:09:00.000-05:002009-11-27T19:09:34.171-05:00

I spent Thanksgiving with my boyfriend, in the house of a stranger, at the invitation of a casual acquaintance.  Who ditched us about 45 minutes into the dinner to go feed someone's cat after hugging and cheek-kissing me like five times.  It was a little strange and awkward.  Not that I don't appreciate the invite.  But there was NO MASHED POTATO!!!  The only reason I didn't bring any (I brought

Lucreziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745972973561196922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726482423719641921.post-61868367187958572082009-11-25T14:23:00.000-05:002009-11-25T14:23:53.947-05:00

I love my little shoebox.  It is small but it's cozy and filled with books and purring cats.  I have piles of quilts on my bed and papers scattered everywhere.  I also generally have dishes in the sink but they are the result of the warm, good food I cook.  I wish I was a bit neater and could keep up with the place better, but shoes scattered around and empty glasses aren't the end of the world.

Lucreziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745972973561196922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726482423719641921.post-90081510036230102622009-11-24T19:45:00.001-05:002009-11-24T19:45:22.499-05:00

This song is an old favorite, and I don't think many people know about it, so here it is.  Enjoy.

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So I've been in my new neighborhood for a couple months now (side note: I just recently figured out what neighborhood I actually live in [Kensington], and by figured out I mean had to have someone else tell me), so it seemed time to explore my neighborhood a little bit, food wise. Rather then actually leave my house to do so however, my BF and I ordered sushi takeout.  It was pretty much as you'd

Lucreziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745972973561196922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726482423719641921.post-18181934850461200582009-11-23T13:34:00.000-05:002009-11-23T13:34:44.324-05:00

It's my birthday today and I am torn between a small bit of sadness that I have not yet accomplished what I thought I would at this age (career wise, family wise, money wise) and excitement because, let's face it, birthdays are awesome.  I'm 26 today, in case anyone was wondering.  I don't want to become one of those people who dread their birthdays.  They always seemed a bit ridiculous to me -

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I've been working on a film.  I'm not going to get into that, except to say that the folders I carry around every day all day, in the rain as we stand outside shooting and held in my lap as we go place to place in the van, weigh 25 pounds.  I need to buy a new bag - the old one makes my back hurt with all this extra responsibility in it.  Either that or I need to learn how to downsize.

Lucreziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745972973561196922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726482423719641921.post-1335334793687703632009-11-18T00:43:00.000-05:002009-11-18T00:43:05.787-05:00

I'm trying to learn how not to care whether or not the people who I'm in charge of like me. It's hard. Especially when I think they're wrong, but don't dislike them.  Ugh.

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I've been working my ass off the past little bit, and while I am very proud of myself for doing it, I am also very tired. Very tired.  So tired I went to a party a few days ago and fell asleep on the couch. Less than an hour after arriving. And I didn't wake up until everyone was gone and my boyfriend and I were very politely kicked out. The past couple of days have been catch up days for me,

Lucreziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745972973561196922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726482423719641921.post-36064014126528749832009-11-13T22:17:00.000-05:002009-11-13T22:17:38.656-05:00

I want to write but I have nothing to write about. Or do, but for some reason it doesn't come out.  Farmville is easier, but not really what I want to remember when I look back on my life.  Updates soon.

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Long time so no see (do people even say that anymore?).  I've actually been fairly busy lately, though not too busy for a nice lunch date with friends.  I have to say this particular friend has the best food at her parties.  I'll be back to posting more often soon, since I miss writing. It's a nice way to document my life, for myself and whoever else might care.  See you soon!

Lucreziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745972973561196922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726482423719641921.post-47542492050772033002009-11-01T10:05:00.000-05:002009-11-01T10:05:43.396-05:00

I am lying in bed, leisurely checking my e-mail and enjoying not being busy. I'm going to be going later to a friend's house to watch the last NYC Marathon stragglers struggle by.  I'd like to run a marathon one day, but on this day I'm going to be snacking on fruit and cider while they chug by, and that is completely ok by me. I had a nice, easy Halloween (I decided to forgo the top hat, it

Lucreziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745972973561196922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726482423719641921.post-51369504387110893312009-10-29T23:39:00.000-04:002009-10-29T23:39:25.287-04:00

I always like to monitor who is coming to my site (well, how many, not really who precisely) and it makes me a bit sad how it drops off when I don't update for a couple days.  I know it doesn't really matter, but I like the idea of people stopping by and saying hi.  I guess it's just one more popularity contest.  Still it's one that I'd rather win than lose.

Lucreziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745972973561196922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726482423719641921.post-10309362670766479592009-10-25T18:49:00.000-04:002009-10-25T18:49:55.456-04:00

I have acquired, in my travels (well, in a catering job, actually) a top hat. That will make a nice addition to the Halloween outfit, though it does kind of lead me away from the James Bond theme I was favoring.  Still, how could I resist a free top hat?

Lucreziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745972973561196922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726482423719641921.post-19152971989916089762009-10-23T00:28:00.000-04:002009-10-23T00:28:39.314-04:00

I have to buy a tuxedo for a catering job I'm doing. While financially this doesn't totally make sense, I hope to be doing more catering in the future to offset dry spells in my film career, so I'm thinking of this as an investment. Also, I can wear it on Halloween. So I'm trying to think of ideas where a tuxedo works as a costume. Possible ideas: 1. James Bond. Of the female variety. Of course

Lucreziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745972973561196922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726482423719641921.post-31066149614919459522009-10-20T16:54:00.000-04:002009-10-20T16:54:16.164-04:00

I've been spending the day running around (metaphorically, actually I've been sitting on my ass in front of my computer) trying to get a bunch of places to let us shoot there for free. Apparently, even in this economy, free is too cheap.  The city of NY is pretty great about this stuff, so Central Park and other public locations were fairly simple to get. It is every single other location

Lucreziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745972973561196922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726482423719641921.post-53237722199072740112009-10-18T18:50:00.000-04:002009-10-18T18:50:37.840-04:00

I feel like I'm getting ready for a marathon.  The holiday season is coming up and my plan of action is to finish the film I'm scheduled to work on soon, which will be six days a week of all day running around to beat the clock work, and then I want to try to get some kind of holiday store job - maybe two holiday store jobs.  My goal is still and always to find work in my field, but I need to

Lucreziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745972973561196922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726482423719641921.post-37449886303003997312009-10-17T00:34:00.001-04:002009-10-17T00:35:17.939-04:00

So Nikki of Technikolly was kind enough to create a header for me, but I'm obviously doing something wrong when I upload it because the part that is showing up white is supposed to show up clear and look even cooler than it already does.  So why isn't it? Does anyone know?  Here's the pic pasted normally : Why when it is a header does the edge show up white? (And apparently also when it is not

Lucreziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745972973561196922noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726482423719641921.post-24346288629741631192009-10-15T22:19:00.000-04:002009-10-15T22:19:19.333-04:00

I just came across this story on Yahoo! News, and it is so so sad and embarrassing that in this day and age a judge has apparently been getting away with this for YEARS.  In case you haven't heard yet, a judge in Louisiana is refusing to marry mixed race couples. Refusing. Illegally. A judge. Once that's sunk in, what is almost more alarming is that he has apparently been completely open about

Lucreziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745972973561196922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726482423719641921.post-49392327443193533952009-10-14T14:46:00.000-04:002009-10-14T14:46:21.135-04:00

I don't know what the dish I'm making today is called, but it's warm and filling, and with the weather getting colder every day it seemed like a perfect time to make it. It's kind of like the Italian version of egg drop soup, I guess. Don't let the picture scare you - it was taken on the computer. It actually looks more appetizing in person. First you boil some water (maybe a little less than

Lucreziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745972973561196922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726482423719641921.post-4424897110015486822009-10-14T02:03:00.000-04:002009-10-14T02:03:15.292-04:00

The lovely Nikki just designed a new header for my blog, which it definitely needed.  It is exactly what I would have designed myself if I was at all capable, and I am very grateful that she would go to the trouble without even being asked.  Thank you!

Lucreziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745972973561196922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726482423719641921.post-76671300706873698892009-10-14T01:01:00.001-04:002009-10-14T01:01:47.028-04:00

I am far too susceptible to random time eating internet games. Exhibit 1: Despite actually being busy at the moment with various real life things, I have managed to build myself a nice little farm on Farmville, complete with elephants and rice fields. Very realistic. I think I may have a bit of a problem.

Lucreziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745972973561196922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726482423719641921.post-49524475692096079742009-10-13T13:32:00.000-04:002009-10-13T13:32:52.604-04:00

I just bought a new printer (HP4400 if you're curious) and after going through the setup and printing a couple things realize I will need to exchange that new printer because the nice smooth paper that goes in is coming out just a little bit ripped. I don't want to be picky or anything, because I know the weathered look is "in" but I really just want a printer where the paper emerges in the same

Lucreziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745972973561196922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726482423719641921.post-30057423687985821372009-10-13T00:15:00.002-04:002009-10-13T00:19:29.994-04:00

I'm compiling a little list here, for all our enjoyment, of the angry Craigslist job seekers who not only do not want to apply for certain low paying jobs, but need to trumpet their indignation at the fact that the posters even dared ask ANYONE to work for so little. How dare they?? I love reading these post responses, so I thought maybe others would too. Here are some I found just today : In

Lucreziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745972973561196922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726482423719641921.post-46659184543683773192009-10-12T00:19:00.000-04:002009-10-12T00:19:28.631-04:00

So, I guess being a freelancer that I am kind of self employed (though sadly, far too often this year collecting a "paycheck" from Uncle Sam).  I've been running around like crazy lately applying for jobs, doing a bit of work, and preparing for a job in a few weeks where I am basically going to be running a film set. A small film set, and a low budget one, but still other then the director and

Lucreziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745972973561196922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726482423719641921.post-31957867421202302992009-10-08T19:02:00.000-04:002009-10-08T19:02:08.019-04:00

Because she is a good friend the first full day she was here my best friend and I made cake.  A day later we made frosting - sometimes you have to wait for a good thing.  And then we ran around the city and ate food other people made for the next couple days, meaning that my boyfriend and I have been nibbling off the main cake like a pair of mice ever since she left.  No plates for us, that would

Lucreziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745972973561196922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726482423719641921.post-46520078256117172082009-10-07T21:49:00.002-04:002009-10-07T21:51:02.875-04:00

With her permission, I'm posting a couple pics from my best friend's visit to the Big Apple. There are lots more, but you don't get to see them (haha) because I'm trying to keep my face off the blog. You know, in case all the rabid fans decide to stalk me...or whatever. Anyway, below: Champagne Mexican Brunch. Yummy.  I was so full I wanted to curl up in a sunny spot on the sidewalk afterwards,

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Best Friend has left the state (boo) so after a weekend full of running around spending too much money, we are back to our regularly scheduled programming. I had a great time with her, and I hope she had a great time too.  As I spent Saturday working, and Sunday and Monday sniffing with a cold, I'm hoping that she was still able to get what she needed out of this vacation.  She took about a

Lucreziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745972973561196922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726482423719641921.post-53836361123735077062009-10-05T01:09:00.000-04:002009-10-05T01:09:16.923-04:00

It's been a busy few days and an especially exhausting day today, though fun in parts, so this isn't a real update. I just wanted to let anyone who happens to be a returning reader know that I'll be back to more frequent posts in just a couple days. Probably whining about the cold I'm getting.  You know, the normal.

Lucreziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745972973561196922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726482423719641921.post-91360615494571407982009-09-30T20:39:00.002-04:002009-09-30T20:40:43.434-04:00

My best friend is visiting me for a few days, starting tomorrow. I can't wait! I haven't seen her in months and this way we can do all sorts of fun touristy things that I alone just never do. Like drink, for example. Kidding. Not really.  However this does mean I have to majorly clean tomorrow and try to get a bunch more unpacking done.  Small price to pay.

Lucreziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745972973561196922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726482423719641921.post-83117779158989507352009-09-29T19:59:00.001-04:002009-09-30T01:54:47.684-04:00

...that, conversely, all news is bad news.  At least today it seems that way. I've been reading the headlines (and the stories connected to them if they interest me) and they are doing nothing but pissing me off. There's this gem : Filmmakers demand Polanski's release  I guess if you're a talented enough film maker/singer/artist you're allowed to drug and rape children. Huh. I didn't realize

Lucreziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745972973561196922noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726482423719641921.post-36260310436302902912009-09-29T04:50:00.000-04:002009-09-29T04:50:34.979-04:00

Melasma!  The random square of dark skin on my forehead that I regularly complain about, which is caused by birth control and sun damage, is called Melasma.  There. We've all learned something today. The main suggestion I found for treating it is just bleaching the area, which I don't really want to do. I'm not good at coloring within the lines. I'll end up with a frame of lighter skin around

Lucreziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745972973561196922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726482423719641921.post-87528817868651007802009-09-27T17:18:00.000-04:002009-09-27T17:18:37.313-04:00

I've now cooked a couple meals in my new place, taken several showers, watched a couple movies and even received a package here. In short, I'm starting to feel at home and settle in. I still have a bunch of boxes to unpack, including about four large trashbags of clothes that I don't know WHERE I will put, since I've already filled up both of my chests of drawers - both I'm getting there. Also,

Lucreziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745972973561196922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726482423719641921.post-57342105587998297302009-09-26T00:21:00.002-04:002009-09-26T00:21:55.354-04:00

I'm sending love out to my lovely lovely best friend, knowing this is just a bump in the road.

Lucreziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745972973561196922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726482423719641921.post-7065651155043918992009-09-25T17:53:00.003-04:002009-09-25T17:55:10.264-04:00

So I sold my hair. Really.  Weird, I know, but you know what? Totally worth it. I mentioned selling hair on my little How To Save Money list from a few weeks ago, and as I knew I'd be moving soon I decided to go for it. I was ready for a change anyway. So I did it! I got a couple hundred for it and it will definitely come in handy, and I nice new haircut on top of it.  I've added some pics below

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So I'm in my new apartment, as you all may have deduced from the protracted silence on my part.  I just got internet about an hour ago, from the absolute rudest cable guy ever.  (Apparently in exchange for free installation from Cable Vision, you have to run a gauntlet of suspicious questions, veiled insults and misinformation [he said there was no way to get any free channels with an antenna,

Lucreziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745972973561196922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726482423719641921.post-21683397335720996532009-09-12T19:19:00.001-04:002009-09-12T19:20:50.830-04:00

Oh my god people. My cats, who are usually pretty laid back, have been hissing and spitting at each other all afternoon.  It's really irritating. For a little bit of backstory: The only times my cats are grouchy are when they are put in their carriers and for a few days after. I think this stems from A) getting spayed and B) the two day long marathon car ride from Florida to NY when I moved,

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It's been a while since I did a cooking post, so here goes. This is one of my favorite dishes and it's healthy and simple to make. I was born in Italy, and this is a very traditional dish. What you need is: Polenta, 2 cups (rough ground corn meal, basically. They charge more by calling it polenta. Don't buy the fine ground stuff though! Must be the bigger kernels.) A splash of milk A pinch of

Lucreziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745972973561196922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726482423719641921.post-90218413973252149652009-09-09T20:56:00.002-04:002009-09-10T02:10:48.842-04:00

I'm watching Obama's speech now and just hoping, hoping so much, that it will make the difference. 8:24 - I like that he went for emotions first, then went on to state the numbers and the facts. 8:26 - Now addressing the fears of radical change and shift - radical left or right would cause that (though I feel the right's "plan" would just result in way more without healthcare)... We are only

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What does that mean anyway? T-whatever? Regardless, there are five days until I move the packing is going really well.  I've got two boxes packed.  Only about a thousand to go.  Going really well.  Reeeeeaaaalllly well.....

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