I love myself.

Today's blog is dedicated to my favorite person ever: ME. HAPPY VALENTINES DAY, ME!



So, because I love myself so much, I bought myself a GIANT heart-shaped box of chocolate for Valentine's Day. Later tonight, I will curl up to a ro-co (romantic comedy... aka probably just play jeopardy!) or watch old episodes of 30 Rock (who better than Liz Lemon to spend V-day with?!) while I take massive amounts of chocolate to the face.


Speaking of Jeopardy... THIS WEEK IS COMPUTER WEEK!!! OO! OO! And yes, I got a reminder in my e-mail for "Man Vs. Machine" telling me that tonight, tomorrow and wednesday our dear friends I've mentioned before are challenging IBM's "Watson" to a tournament. ... I know, I know, I've talked about this before- old blews (thats my new word for blog news-> blews). But whatever. I'm cool. And so is Jeopardy.

Back to me. This weekend I went to Arlington... something new and different for me. Well, I guess it was different this time. With a friend visiting from Texas, we ended up doing some touristy things.. Saw some monuments and just walked around the mall (NO not a SHOPPING MALL... READ A BOOK) On Saturday night we went out in Adam's Morgan- SO FUN, a super young part of town- we went to a great bar called Madam Organ- (clever? yes ) with a live band. But what is not so fun? Fighting against the massive amounts of crowds as the bars let out and the 10,000+ Teach Teach For America teachers in town for their conference. So we went into numerous pizza shops, where Jason proceeded to eat, what I can only assume was an entire pizza, by the slice and I bonded with the workers, because I too know how to throw a pizza as well (please no standing ovation).

So kids, I'm out.

Peace. Love. Arcade Fire

It's 7pm, do you know where your kids are?

At 7pm, my parents definitely know where this kid is (not just because I live in their basement) but because anyone who knows me knows im a huge fan of Jeopardy (airing at 7pm on ABC- watch in hi-def it will blow your effing mind, the savants up close are cray-cray)

Being a fan of "America's Favorite Quiz Show" corresponds to my other "grandma" tendencies... ie. naps at any moment in the day... falling asleep during movies.... or at the movies... blindness without my glasses...

But yes, I am a huge fan. Such a big fan, that I bought it on wii for my(self) mom for Christmas this year. I can't even tell you how great of a game it is: the rush from pressing the button in time to type my answer in fast enough is almost as great of a high as Angry Birds (a game I secretly only recently discovered).

Is anyone else excited about this "Watson" character playing next week-- ITS A COMPUTER! That's right, the greatest Jeopardy Champions Ken Jennings and Brad Rutter (the Ben Roethlisberger-minus the rape- and Aaron Rodgers of Jeopardy-- what up football plug!) are playing against a COMPUTER. But all kidding aside- 50% of Jennings and Rutter's earnings will go to charity and 100% of Watson's will go to charity so it's a pretty cool idea- then again, I'd think any idea involving Jeopardy would be a cool one.


On that note, I will be registering to try out to be on jeopardy. I know, I know, a total long shot- I might as well try out for the NFL - whooaaaaaa FOOTBALL TWICE IN ONE BLOG.





Who knows, I could get lucky.

Peace. Love. Alex Trebek

board games? more like BORED games....

With all the snow last week and crazy weather this week, I've been doin' a lot of babysitting... and you know what that means, A LOT OF TLC... no, not tender, love and care, I'm talking Say Yes To The Dress and 4 weddings... also Toddlers in Tieras WHICH BLEW MY MIND... these LITTLE girls wear "flippers" AKA DENTURES and they looks like creep-tastic dolls. Anyways, last friday they suckered me into playing CLUE... you know the game where you eliminate the "Who"-with-the-"what"-in-the-"where", for about 3 hours... seriously. As I was moving Miss Scarlet towards the Billiards room I had a flash back to grade school. I remembered playing games after school because *secret confession* I was in the BOARD GAMES CLUB. What was WRONG with me (my parents!) ?!?! I mean I wasn't alone, I'm pretty sure there were a significant amount of other A.D.D children that I played these games with but in retrospect, seems like I must have been a big enough nerd that I had to join a club to get my peers to play games with me.

Oh, the stories I have from middle school. See, I went to a school that was about a 45 minute bus ride from Lower Merion. I sat on a bus with 30+ over-privileged, over-medicated, tweens frantically trying to finish their homework before their medicine had kicked in, because naturally, we were all too busy playing games in the "board games club" to finish our homework AFTER school like the normal kids.

Enough about my past, on to the future! I'd like to bid a big BON VOYAGE to, who I am 99% is my only reader, Becky. Becky will be leaving us for Israel where she will be living on Kabutz (sp?) for three months, but first we will be getting cheeseburgers at Elevation (free-range... same thing as kosher right?). I can't remember if I've ever blogged about elevation, but if you haven't had one of their burgers you are SERIOUSLY missing out. THEY EVEN GIVE YOU ONE OF THOSE CARDS WHERE IF YOU EAT 7 BURGERS THE 8th IS FREE- I only need to eat 4 more! (Diary of a fat girl...)

I hope you have access to a computer in Israel, Becky, or my ratings will drop 100%, GOOD LUCK!


Peace. Love. Shai LeBeouff.

New Year, New Body

Ahhh Its 2011, you know what that means, only 1 more year until the earth explodes....

whats up with this whole "new horoscope" business floating around on facebook... anyone?! anyone?? I refuse to believe that I may not be a capricorn... but who actually gives a shit, I just don't like change. Doesn't some cray-cray (Translation: Crazy) write those up daily... sweet job- and you said our economy is failing.

Side tracked! Back to new years- 'tis the season to make promises you know you'll never keep--> ie. I joined a gym!!

Why you ask? Well, despite the new year jumpstarting my drive to actually get off my butt and do something, Planet Fitness is pretty legit. I hate the idea of paying to work out... but PF isn't a bad deal, I pay 20 bones a month.. can work out at any planet fitness and I have a permanent invitation for a "plus one" to my home gym... (omg daaaaaateee nighhhtttt!! <3333)

So naturally the next step was to sign up yet again for the Broad Street Run- my incentive to continue workin' on a hot new bod that will bring me into the summer........... keep ya posted.

What have I been up to? Thanks for asking... This past wednesday I went to Silk City in no-libs-> last time I went there was with Ali and Steph.. I believe the next morning I had woken up with coleslaw in my hair and orange-tinted hands from the buffalo wings we HAD to have. This time was a little different, instead of purging on, for the sake of argument, less than healthy food, we watched The Best Westerns play what I believe was their second show-- and they were aweeeeeesomeeee- catchy and folky and of course the real kicker (shout out to Marty McFly!!!) was the last song on their set- Johnny B. Goode, reminded me of driving to the shore as a kid in my dad's red truck- the same red truck that had a bench as a back seat and if my brother's and I acted up he was able to hit the brakes in just the right way to make our heads bang against the plated glass behind us- that usually worked.

So if you've never checked out Silk City, it's a great place either to see a cool band like The Best Westerns, and grab a refreshing side of coleslaw- and if you're feelin' extra bold, both at the same time (gasp!)


Peace. Love. Daniel Tosh.


okay, secret confession... I always read my horoscope....

aw wittle wawa is gwoing up

For those of you who know me, and I mean REALLY know me.. know that for the first several years of my life I referred to myself as Wawa... some of you may be thinking... "no big deal, she had a speech impediment WHO didn't?" But for those of you with half a brain notice that "wawa" is also the best place on earth...

My point? I don't really have one.


But I ordered my business cards this week.... pretttttty pumped about it, I get to hand those bad-boys out to hot dudes at yuppy bars in center city (of course i will be driving or taking the train into center city.. I still live/work in my parents basement...)

I am still currently seeking an intern.. However I will not be paying you at all... except in compliments! BA DUM CHI! God. I'm hilarious.


But anywho- I GO TO BOSTON TOMORROW, ow ow! Visiting my cousin and two great friends and I couldn't be more excited about it! I promise updates on the Must-see places of the city as soon as I get back. Maybe I'll see a Tea Party member where the Tea Party went down... and I'll throw them into the harbor like those patriots did with the English tea. Gosh the Boston Tea Party (I'm talking about the historical event, not the political party..... duh) I distinctly remember learning about the Boston Tea party in grade school and thinking wow, these Americans are SERIOUSLY bad ass... think about it, they dressed up as native Americans, and threw massive amounts of tea into the Boston harbor... I think I even made a diorama depicting the event. What happened to us Americans being bad ass on such a scale? The current "tea party" just embarrasses the Boston Tea Party name... I say we get some tea and throw it into a fucking harbor! Thoughts?


Peace. Love. Sam Adams.

Some people will never grow up..

This past week reminds me a lot of the time I got into a car accident when I was 18. A day after I stayed up all night because of prom- I was on my way back from newtown square-while everyone else was blowing off senior project, I was taking real estate classes. I have what we like to call "catholic guilt" for some reason it is very difficult for me to do something half-ass and not feel extremely... unnecessarily guilty about it- so I was doing something with my time that could really benefit my future and not take advantage of the month off before graduation.

anywho- I was tired, cranky and most likely not paying too much attention when I rear-ended a BMW (metallic blue). Shaking, we both pull into the Wawa to exchange info and this main-line-mom in spandex starts gets out of her car, freaking out at me.. informing me that she not only was going to be late to her work out, but her lease was up in a week and this accident would ruin everything (did i mention i barely chipped her paint and my car was un-drivable). So, I did what any normal, hormonal, sleep-deprived teen would do, I cried and called my daddy...

So why is this relevant to my past week? This spandex wearing mom was my first realization (besides don't drive when youre too tired) that some women, no matter how much they go through, will forever be inherent bullies... no matter if you are a stay-at-home mom who dictates the PTA with an iron fist, or one with a full blown career who decides to threaten her ex-babysitter with a charge worth hundreds of dollars to replace the locks if they don't return their key by 5pm tonight (yes... THAT happened), once a bully, always a bully.. And those most susceptible to bullies? THOSE WITH CATHOLIC GUILT... it is ingrained in my blood for me to feel guilty for quitting a BABYSITTING JOB.. but now? NO MAS, PUTA (that's spanish for "no more, bitch"). What did I do this time? Did I cry and call dad?? NO DUDE, I stuck up for myself!

So folks, moral of the story? In the city (well,suburbs) of brotherly love- Be kind to your employees: respect and kindness can go a long way. Being a bully? Just causes teens to cry, keys to get "lost," aggressive e-mail to be sent, and bridges to be burned.


peace. love. philadelphia.

Happy New YEAR!

Okay, so it miiiiight not be new years, but I seriously feel revitalized. I am determined to get out of this slump I've been in and commit to blogging and getting my shit together.

I've had sort of a terrible week... well I shouldn't say terrible (caroline) I should say less than pleasant week. I have been having these terrible mood swings, no not menopause, I like to call it JOB-O-PAUSE, or maybe i should call it bi-joblar disorder.. that is probably more suiting.. as i manically apply to hundreds of jobs and then get super depressed that none respond. I've had these flashes of emotion thinking that I will simply NEVER get a job. I think I've sent my resume out ATLEAST 200 time ... I SWEAR that is not an overstatement. I even resorted back to babysitting.. and let me tell you.. its hell in a handbag. My first day on the job and i am walking their dog... i shouldn't even consider this BEAST to be a dog.. she's a 150 pound KING german shepard... come ON.. and get this... it shits ALL over itself the first day!! In a panic I find a hose... a spray the beast down... lets just say i doubt i got all of it.. its stepping in the poop and tracking it all around, and I just spray the leg off and call it a day-because i am NOT getting paid enough to touch poop...

So after feeling sorry for myself all week (cough all fall, cough), I attended a benefit where my best friend, caroline, spoke. She was super nervous but she conquered her fears and spoke (got a standing ovation) and was all-in-all really successful. It inspired me.

I think back to May, when I was so hopeful about gaining some experience in fundraising or non-profits in hopes to start my own one day... and well folks today I took the first steps!

I applied for non-profit status for "Sustainable Urban Development, Inc." YOU are now reading the BLOG of the PRESIDENT. how. fucking. bad ass.



So now, newly inspired by what I am calling "my new year," I will continue down this path towards sustainable, low to moderate income communities while making you laugh.

Don't lie. i know you're looking forward to it.

*L-dog OUT*