Memories in the Making

On April 5, 2009 something unexpected happened. I fell in love with my best friend. Sure, it happens in the movies and the odds of a couple working out these days are slim to none, but for some reason the two of us got it right. Finally.

April 5th is his birthday and, granted this is a small gesture, but I wanted to show my appreciation for him with a montage of photos of us throughout the years.

And there will be many more to come.

Happy Birthday Baby!

The Memory of a Goldfish

Dory: I saw a boat.
Marlin: You did?
Dory: Yeah, it went by not too long ago. Follow me.
[few seconds later, she starts zig-zagging in front of him and glancing back]
Dory: Would you quit it? What, the ocean isn't big enough for you or something like that? You got a problem? Huh? Do ya, do ya, do ya? You wanna piece of me? Yeah, yeah! Ooh, I'm scared now! What?
Marlin: What? You said you saw a boat.
Dory: A boat?
Marlin: YES.
Dory: Hey, I've seen a boat. It went by not too long ago. It went... this way. It went this way.
Marlin: Wait a minute, you already told me which way the boat went.
Dory: I did? Oh, no...

(via)

I'm not quite sure what to title this...

And I'm also not quite sure what I want to say.

Throughout my life, I have been a bucket full of contradictions-making up my mind and changing it 2 hours later.

Ever since I can remember, I wanted to be a writer. I wrote my first "story" when I was 8 years old. My first screen play when I was 13 plus mounds and mounds of poems, songs, blogs, articles, press releases and the like.

I always feel at ease with the keyboard under my finger tips and with a pen in my hand. I love the ability to have my thoughts spilled out on paper or the computer screen, since the highway that connects my brain and my fingertips has less traffic than the highway from my brain to my mouth.

I transitioned to PR after my start in journalism to my dismay. Every time I started a press release, I wanted to be the one writing the article. I always loved creating new and inovative ways to express some else's point of view through words. The first full fledged article I ever wrote was for Lisa Philip's Journalism 1 class at SUNY New Paltz. I decided to write about the most fascinating person I knew. My friend Vivianne.

Vivianne was in her 60's and fabulous. She had an innate sense of self, a knack for making people love her instantly and the awesomest background story. Born in Belgium during WWII, she narrowly escaped the Holocaust when she was 9 months old, moved to Queens, N.Y., married an alcoholic, divorced an alcoholic, dealt with the death of her twin sister and made a huge impact on my life.

In 2006, Vivianne unexpectedly passed away in her sleep...on the same exact day her twin sister died six years earlier. One week after after she turned 66.

At her funeral, I gave a copy of the article I wrote to her daughter. Her daughter expressed to me how honored and special Viv felt when I wrote the article on her a few months earlier. It was the least I could do.

When I wrote that article, I knew I had found my calling. Sure, my judgement hasn't been the best the past few years as far as career choices go, but I've lived and learned.

I'm about to embark on possibly one of the most uncharacteristic decisions of my life. Becoming willingly unemployed. Yes, willingly. I won't bore you with the details but there are some things in my life that have to change.

And to sound ridiculously cliche, I need to find myself and really search for the perfect career in journalism where I can grow and utilize my creativity.

So, here's to uncertainity, the unknown and hopefully the eventually lucrative.

Cheers!

I Belong to Me

I find Jessica Simpson endearing. I think she's beautiful, smart (yes, I said smart), funny, cool and most of all-she's real. Pssh, anyone could have mistaken tunafish for chicken. She is unabashedly herself and I completely admire her. Her albums don't always go platinum and her movies go straight to DVD, but she has a raw talent that is poorly marketed and shunned by the media.

When the going got tough, she didn't shave her head bald and beat a Pap's car with an umbrella (sorry Brit!), she didn't lose her panties and she didn't party with the Hilton's. She stood her ground, remained herself and allowed the Cowboys one of their worst seasons. Yoko Romo my butt.

Jess Simpson is easily relatable and so are her songs. One of my favorite's by her is "I Belong to Me," a song written post-Nick and the video is just show's off her raw talent.

Since Blogger now has all of these different features, it's hard for me to embed the video on here to show you. If you care, you can look it up on YouTube yourself. But for your listening pleasure, the song are below.

Motivation Proclamation

Before they were covered in tattoo's, impregnating socialites and sold out to the masses, Good Charlotte was one of my favorite bands. "Motivation Proclamation" is a great Monday song for someone who's had an exhausting and emotionally draining weekend.

"Spend your lazy, endless crazy days, inside my head,

You're so selfish, you're not the only one who thinks he's dead

I'm paid to smile, now I'm on trial for what you think I said

But I never said that everything would be ok,

And I never said that we would live to see another day

Motivate me, I wanna get myself out of this bed,

Captivate me, I want good thoughts inside of my head,

If I fall down would you come around

and pick me right up off the ground

I'm realistic and narcisistic,

You say I'm selfish and absurd

You try to change me, you try to save me

You say I'm gonna learn,

I'm so blind, I'm out of time,

You're so unkind sometimes,

I never lied, I never lied, I never lied

Cuz I never said that everything would be ok,

and I never said that we would live to see another day..

'Cause everything it'll be ok,

You know we're gonna live to see another day,

Yeah...yeah... Motivate me...yeah, Motivate me...yeah"

-Good Charlotte

Amazing Inspiration

And how high can you fly with broken wings?

Life's a journey not a destination

And I just can't tell just what tomorrow brings

(via)

Aerosmith, "Amazing"

Blast from the Past: Just One More

I'm not sure if I can do it. Take that one big step. I tend to cloud my mind and my life with things that don't allow me to focus on what's really important.

Avoiding reality? Possibly.

I find myself at a crossroads of sorts, both personally and professionally. I'm on a step where I can take one more and I can move on and work and focus on me, finally. I could also take one step back to revisit and perfect what was once familiar. I'm not sure which step, forward or backward, will make me happy. Perhaps neither. I guess that's the gamble I am going to have to take.

Life has a weird way of timing things. Right when you pick up your foot to take the step, the wind blows and throws you off balance, catching yourself you plant your foot back down on the same step to steady the world again.

My world is still a little wobbly. And I'm afraid to pick up my foot again.

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