The Greatest New Years Resolution Ever
Just resolve to treat yourself better in 07'. Take care of yourself and watch everything else fall into place. Eat right, the weight slips off. Tell yourself good things about you and watch any need to gossip or hate slip away. Want a relationship? Get into one with yourself. Take yourself everywhere you want to go on 07' and make time for lot's of fun. Treat yourself really well.
Much health and happiness to you all. XO
Posted by Liz at 06:01 PM
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Here Comes 07'
"Here. It's all right here in my noodle. The rest is just scribbling. Scribbling and bibbling, bibbling and scribbling. " ~ Amadeus
I'm really proud of the changes I made in 06' in case you're wondering. Call them adjustments if you will. My only goal for 07' is too carry on with the positive changes, living one day at a time in gratitude and serenity. It's a process, I know.
*I had to cancel plans with Jimmi, bummer.
*I've been sick in bed & taking antibiotics.
*I'm ready for the President Ford and James Brown funeral coverage to be over.
*Saddam swinging by the hangman's noose is ok with me.
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Posted by Liz at 06:49 PM
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I Need A Hero
Gerald Ford dies at 93. When I hear about people dying at this age i'm annoyed. That's no reflection on the former president, it's just my own personal feelings regarding my situation but that's another story. Kirsten Scott Thomas' character uses a line referring to a dog in the movie Gosford Park, Yes, the ones we hate last forever. In this case, I'm sure the former presidents family is very sad at his passing and are proud of his "contributions" to the country.
When I think about Ford I think of Lynette "Squeaky" Fromme. I remember the assassination attempt as a kid. I was 13 years old and Squeaky was all over the news. Aside from the crazy name, she looked off the wall. My mother was always mentioning Charlie Manson and read the book Helter Skelter. Squeaky was one of your more glamorous presidential assassins. Hinckley was just low key and weird, obsessed with a girl naturally. He wasn't the ranting lunatic Squeaky was. She had the name, the crazy vacant eyes and the frightening history that made her a real character.
I looked up Squeaky on Wikipedia and apparently in 1979 she attacked a fellow inmate with the claw end of a hammer. Ouch. Later, Squeaky busted out of the joint attempting to meet up with Manson, who she had heard had testicular cancer. Now that's not all bad is it? There is something sympathetic about that don't you think? Okay, admittedly all weapons should be kept away from her, but deep down she has feelings, right?
According to Wikipedia, Assassins is a musical with music and lyrics by Stephen Sondheim and book by John Weidman that was based on an idea by Charles Gilbert, Jr. It uses a revue-like style to examine men and women who have attempted to assassinate a U.S. President. Naturally, Squeaky is featured with a song called "Unworthy of Your Love" directed at Manson and the show even starred Neil Patrick Harris!
Squeaky is currently serving life in prison at The Federal Medical Center (FMC) Carswell in Fort Worth, Texas. FMC is notorious for allegations of medical malpractice as well as sexual abuse of inmates by staff. When parole hearings come due, she has waived her right to them.
Posted by Liz at 01:46 PM
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How Did Michael Jackson Do It?
Michael said sharing your bed with children was the greatest thing you could do. I have to disagree. I spent Christmas eve with the kiddies at my house and they wanted their old Aunt Lizzy to sleep over their place and wait for Santa. Actually, Mom wanted me over so the kids would stay in bed while she and my brother put the gifts under the tree. So Aunt Lizzy threw her new L.L. Bean nightgown in a bag and off we went.
After the girls decided whose room we would be in, they decided I should sleep in the middle of them. I was fluffing my pillow and ready to count sheep when the five year sticks a couple of books in my face and orders me to read. As I'm reading Monsters Inc. I'm thumbing the pages and thinking to myself boy this is as long as the movie. When she decides she has had enough of that one she hands me what she calls a "smaller book" but instructs me to read it over and over and over so she can "read" along.
I'm winding down on the books, it's about 10:30PM and I'm thinking that should tucker these little buggers out when the seven year old tells me she needs the television on to fall asleep. What? Since when does a seven year old need a TV to sleep? Hell, I went through my whole childhood without air-conditioning! Needless to say there was no TV in my bedroom.
Finally I managed to get a little shut eye. Approximately 3AM I'm awakened with a little whining voice saying,
"Lizzy wake up. I was sleeping in the other bedroom and Daddy went back down stairs so I need to get back in this bed."
What the hell? I never knew she got out of bed. What's with the musical beds in this house?
We're three to a bed again and it's 4 am. The other side wakes me out of a dead sleep,
"Lizzy, I don't feel so good, you better get Mommy."
I spring from the bed with lightening speed I didn't know I was capable of and head down a flight of steps. Now I'm lurking outside my brother and sister-in-laws bedroom whispering for their Mom. She answers me like she has been awake for hours and heads up the steps like she has done many, many a night.
Christmas morning they wake me once again out of a sound sleep.
"Santa was here Lizzy, come and see."
I'm up again. Like a zombie I head to the where I know the tree to be located. My brother shoves a cup of coffee in my face. I started to tell him,
"They woke me up out of a sound sleep twice and ......"
Welcome to our world he said laughingly. I had a great Christmas day and then I came home and took a nap.
Posted by Liz at 05:54 PM
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Silly
Click here for some obnoxious Holiday fun!
Posted by Liz at 11:25 PM
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My Little Elves
The kids are done school and they have landed here because their Mom and Dad are working. Aunt Liz somehow, conveniently winds up with all three of them this morning and the story goes a little something like this...
I start out entertaining them on the computer. They love that Barbie Girl video by Aqua and Wannabe by The Spice Girls. It's always fun and games with aunt Lizzy anyway I decide I'm hungry and head to the kitchen for my cereal. I'm pouring my cereal and they spot me. I've noticed they never leave my side when I'm babysitting.
As Dora plays in the background on the TV I hear,
"Lizzy, I'm hungry I haven't eaten breakfast yet."
Lea pipes up never to be out done by her older sister,
"I'm hungry too, I haven't eaten breakfast either!"
Jesse says, "I want toast, the cinnamon kind with the crust cut off and then cut into four little squares."
Lea adds, " Yea me too. I want the same thing. Cut off my crust."
I'm wondering who the hell taught these kids they needed toast served like they were living at Buckingham Palace? My cereal bowl goes to the side and I start opening a new bag of bread, pulling out the butter and small plates.
Enter Grandma. She pops in from the store with a container of plastic dogs for Lea because Jesse already has some and a coloring book for Jesse. Christmas is in three days, right? World War III ensues. Jesse grabs the new container of small plastic dogs and insists she is the rightful owner of the new container because the other container she has been playing with on and off all morning is really her sisters and she was just borrowing them. The tears flow and the grabbing and snatching from one another starts to look like one of those street fights on YouTube. Aunt Lizzy jumps in the middle of a 7 year old and a 5 year old and begins peace talks the likes of which have never been seen or heard in the middle east.
These kids are an awful lot for this old spinster! Of course, I managed to snap some pictures before the mayhem started because they are just so darned cute. :)
Jesse recently cut off her hair and donated it to Locks of Love.
Lea (5) with baby sister Becca (2). Too cute.
Posted by Liz at 11:49 AM
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Love, Peace and Abundance
"I jumped up and hugged the hell out my mother and I turned around to do the same to my dad but he had had too much to drink, again, and had passed out in his chair. It almost didn’t matter that he was drunk again. It almost didn’t matter that at the time we lived in a trailer connected to a concrete block structure that served as a living room, bedroom and bath. It almost didn’t matter that daddy’s drunkenness that night would continue for a couple of weeks. It almost didn’t matter if we were, as my grandmother used to say, “poor as a church mouse”. I was the proud owner of a Barbie doll and her outfit." ~ Pissed Off Patricia of Morning Martini Blog
For many people the holidays are a time to come face to face with the disease of addiction.
Whether it's the ghost of childhood past, a deadbeat daddy in the present, or a relative that will no doubt be loaded at a future family gathering, addiction never takes a holiday. Please be reminded if the alcoholic in your life isn't open to getting help, that should not stop you from seeking recovery from the effects of living with their disease. Please contact Al-Anon and Alateen with help in lifting the deep sadness this disease has brought into your life or the deeply rooted pain you thought you walked away from as a kid. You have nothing to lose and everything to gain considering it is absolutely free.
Holiday Guidelines
There are, however, a few guidelines than can help us all make the most of this season:
*This year's holidays won't be like it was last years... or like those from our childhood. Each day is different, new and fresh and we can bring whatever attitude we choose to it, even if it's a traditional family gathering.
*You are not the same as you were last year or when you were 5 years old. And, truth be told, your family isn't the same either.
*You can't buy love, nor can you measure it by the gifts you receive, or don't receive. It's so tempting to over-spend this time of year, but if you avoid it, you'll save yourself real agony in the New Year.
*You don't have to do it 'their' way, or the way it's always done. One of the joys of recovery is we have been returned to choice and we can make the choices that serve us best.
*You can, if you choose, enjoy the holidays, no matter how you celebrate them or with whom. It truly is up to you to decide what to do, how to give and how to receive.
Posted by Liz at 09:34 AM
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Trump is a Cheese Ball!
“He’s the moral authority? Left the first wife, had an affair, left the second wife, had an affair. Had kids both times, but he’s the moral compass for 20-year-olds in America,” the comedian-turned-actress said to roars of audience laughter. “Donald, sit and spin, my friend.” ~ Rosie O’Donnell after flipping her hair to mimic Trump’s famed fluffy comb-over.
Who cares about the Miss USA pageant anyway? This so-called Miss USA runs around town acting like a every other annoying 20 year old girl and that pervert Trump has her graveling for her job- ewww. He makes my skin crawl. He will do anything to be seen in the company of a barbie doll, hence his latest wife. UGH!
Does anyone watch his "reality" show The Apprentice anymore? I have never once seen that show. I have no interest in what appears to be corporate greed in the form of a game show. It's just too stupid to bother watching.
Trump is the snake oil salesman Rosie suggests. Everything about him is smoke and mirrors. I'm told that he doesn’t own half (maybe 3/4’s) of the buildings his name is on, is that true? He gets a marketing fee for his brand name. Seems the tacky Euro trash buy into his brand of gold-plated crap.
I must admit I love watching him make a fool out of himself because his big fat ego can't stand Rosie getting the last word. Rosie is hysterical especially when she goes for the comb over jokes! Rosie doesn't need his money and she is intelligent enough to know he is no one to be admired. I don't think "The Donald" (barf, gag) is use to being called out for the lame, tacky... oh yes... cheese ball that he is.
Posted by Liz at 07:24 PM
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Want to Leave Me A Present?
Come on, I know your dying too. There's even coal on this thing however, I prefer the really expensive big ticket items, so splurge on me! :)
Get Your Own! | More Flash Toys
Posted by Liz at 07:03 PM
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Time Magazine's Person of the Year....
Guess what? It's me and YOU! How cool is that? We control the information age. Myself and my fellow bloggers. We share our experience, strength and hope everyday. We add photos to Flickr, review books at Amazon, connect on myspace and we leave the comment section open on our blogs so that everyone gets a voice.
I've been blogging for almost four years now. I can't believe that when I look back. It was so hard for me to start this page because I thought I didn't know how to make it work. I wanted too try my hand at blogging for some time and then someone pushed me into it with the promise they would co-edit. That person never got into it the same way I did and therefore wasn't much help. I ran with it anyway because it was so damned much fun. I modeled myself after some web innovators and heavy hitters of the information age. A wonderful friend from Belgium built my page and these amazing people were there to help me and support me while I worked to get this off the ground.
When I felt stuck at a miserable job I hated, UrbanAddiction was the one creative outlet in my life. It reminded me I was more than that depressing job. I got published, landed a job interview with a newspaper, conducted interviews, and sold my crafts through working on this blog. I gained self-esteem as I learned I could put this web log together.
This past election, I tried to educate anyone who was reading UA about the importance of their vote. I carried the messages I felt were important to this country and I waved the banners for reproductive freedom, gay rights, health care and an end to genocide. I posted about the actions I was taking in the hopes it would inspire people to get on board and do the same. I challenged the validity of organized religion and suggested a more spiritual way of dealing with life through my lessons. I told you about my favorite styles and products and all the little things that brighten my days.
Sometimes I piss people off or hurt feelings but this is my space, you're in my house. This is my contribution for better or worse and I want to thank the people who bother to read and I want to thank Time magazine for acknowledging us.
Posted by Liz at 12:24 AM
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Prerequisites
The future man of my life should come equipped with the following:
1) A love of reading.
2) A knowledge of and love for computers, preferably a MAC notebook so he can teach me how to use it.
3) A tool box and the ability to be handy around the house. I love a man who knows how to hang a picture properly.
4) A love for the experience of travel , the resources to be able to actually take a trip and not just dream about it. Day dreamers need not apply!
Tell me dear readers- are these things too much to ask of one man?
The face of Gael Garcia Bernal? OK now I'm being ridiculous!
Posted by Liz at 02:21 PM
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Bam's Mom
Everyday I ride through the very lovely town of West Chester home too Bam Margera star of MTV's Viva La Bam. Today I saw his Mom, April coming out of what else, a skateboard shop with two other adults and a kid carrying a skateboard. April is very attractive and very pulled together, even more so than she appears on TV. I've wondered what is going to happen to the show now that Don Vito (Bam's Uncle and brunt of all jokes) was arrested for molesting young girls. I also wonder if April disliked Don Vito (her brother-in-law) all these years because she knew he could be capable of such a thing? Hmm More will be revealed I'm sure. This must be devastating for Bam on a personal level?
Bam's Mom, April
Posted by Liz at 09:38 AM
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Putting the Warhol in Warhol-iday!
Barney's is having a whole Andy Warhol themed Christmas this season. I love it! Clothes, gift cards and soup cans. Shortly after Andy died in 1987, I found an Andy Warhol Christmas card and sent them out to friends and family that year.
Barney's New York window. I want that shirt!
Posted by Liz at 02:15 PM
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I'm Here
A fellow blogger emailed and wanted to know where I was. I'm here. Baking, working, sleeping, washing my hair, just busy this month. Shopping, earning money in order to shop, throw in a couple of doctor's appointments, holiday parties and it's hectic.
I love having my nieces here, but I don't get much done with them around. Now I know why mothers love to get babysitters just so they can do chores around the house! It's so cute too because my nieces love to help but they are so easily distracted. It's not like I can get them to load the dishwasher or do laundry......YET. I'm just kidding, I'm kidding!! (Come on you know I would at least pay them)
I have my cherished ticket to see Sean Lennon tonight at the TLA and you know I'm dreading the thoughts of the city and parking on a warm Friday night. Why am I like this? I was never like this in my 20's. Was there less traffic then? Sean is driving in from NYC and I wonder if he is dreading the parking. One of his entourage emailed me and asked me about the parking, I didn't hold back, I painted the bleak picture that it is for her. Why can't I be helicoptered to the show? I really want a Sean Lennon concert tee-shirt. I taunt myself, push myself. Maybe Sean will bring a special guest like his mother and I will miss the chance of a lifetime? Nah, it's more likely that I will end up circling around Bainbridge for a half hour wasting a half a tank of gas.
Posted by Liz at 12:31 PM
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Attention All Innocent Victims
When relationships dissolve there are always hurt feelings, case in point girlfriends. Yea, sometimes these end too just like romances one person goes the other way never to be heard from again unless you happen to bump into them somewhere.
People want to believe they were wronged, especially if they were the one left hanging. Sure you were rejected or cut off and maybe you think you don't know why but there is one thing you can count on- The other person knows why they needed to severe ties with you. Chances are you won't ask them the reason because you don't want your feelings hurt and you know on some level they were justified. If you ever find yourself the dump-e here are some fine points you may want to consider:
1) Your not a child and therefore your not as innocent and you pretend to be.
2) Be honest. You judged your friend over and over and thought you were getting away with it because she never confronted you.
3) You want to believe your good with people and maybe you are-on the surface, but the truth is your alone most of the time.
4) Your stepping up your game now with a few remaining people when you should have stepped up your game with your former friend and now it's too late.
5) Where you ever really there for your friend emotionally or was it all about you?
6) Would you be shocked if you found out things you didn't know were going on in the former friends life at the time of the "friendship?" Therein lies the problem. (See above #5)
7) Did you and your friend have anything significant in common like a belief system? Did you place value on the same things or just grow apart?
8) Did you need to control everything in the relationship? The phone calls, the where, the how, the who of hanging out? Was there any room for compromise or did you need to be the boss?
If someone dumps you or moves away what good are you doing yourself by going under the blanket of denial? People come into our lives and they don't always stay, that's life. We all know there are two sides to every story. Instead of mastering the role of victim, why not look into what it truly means to be emotionally available & present?
Ponder This. Still photo from: Lost In Translation
Posted by Liz at 07:22 PM
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Bobble Heads Abound
Another A-lister, Another Eating Disorder
Oh I know she is naturally thin! While every other new mother in America struggles to lose the baby weight, these celebs just can't gain...sure. This pic is not retouched. The women looks in dire need of a hot meal. Frankly, I see a person who wants to save the world and I wonder if she can save herself.
Yesterday it was all over the news that Nicole Ritchie got a DUI. Never mind that she was high and drunk and driving down the wrong side of the street, the real highlight of the story was her 85lb weight at the time of her booking. This is an adult female. How terribly sad. Her life is unmanageable as an direct result of her eating disorder and substance abuse which enables the starving and it all goes around and around.
The social acceptance of this kind of appearance needs to stop. It has nothing to do with beauty or fitness. I'm not saying celebs should be ridiculed for their problems but they make their living off the the public. I have my own struggles with food and I won't allow the starvation look to be passed off on me as healthy or beautiful because it's no more appealing than excess weight.
Posted by Liz at 08:52 AM
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Morning Radio
I've always hated morning radio. Shock jocks, corny jokes, trivia, celebrity gossip you read the day before on the Internet- it's all horrible. In Philly, we had Howard Stern for years. He slammed John DeBella in the ratings and practically drove DeBella to a breakdown. Stern is gone now and DeBella is as irrelevant as ever but that doesn't stop good old John from fanning his own flame morning after morning. DeBella is a big Beatles fan. One morning he went out on a limb by slamming Sean Lennon's music and comparing him to his father. Like any DeBella fan knows the difference. Would DeBella actually come out and hear Sean Lennon perform this Friday night at the TLA? There is a better chance of getting my 90+ year old Grandmother there! DeBella has been collecting a paycheck for years as a staple in the Philadelphia morning radio boys club.
A couple years back we had Wendy Williams syndicated here in Philly on a Hip-Hop station. Her shtick as an African-American women was to take all African-American's to task (Shocker*) in that saucy, sassy, stereotypical "strong black women" tone. She was telling the ladies how to wear their hair and the gentlemen how they should behave as if she were the only person with a proper upbringing. Her big, loud, opinionated mouth is still taking cheap shots and collecting a paycheck over on VH1. Amazing. I might add no morning jock should ever be in front of the camera, you're supposed to be a radio personality not a TV or movie star.
Finally, this brings me around to the current morning disaster team, Opie and Anthony. These two 40+ frat boys that never were, are self proclaimed Stern haters who have copied Stern's routine for years minus the insight & intelligence Stern sometimes displayed. You know the "bits" with street people, strippers lifting their shirts and stutterers? Hysterical right? So edgy. Maybe about 15 years ago when Stern did it first, now it's just old and totally humourless, pathetic even. Before Stern left free radio it was getting old and he invented it. I tuned in the other morning on my way to work and these nit wits were arguing over why they should be allowed to use the *N* word on the radio in the "right" context. The FCC has no problem allowing the word faggot and they certainly use that liberally.
*By the way, I plug into my i-Pod for the majority of my morning commute.
Look, anyone who knows me knows I can't stand grown ass men who wear high top sneakers, Eagles gear and swill beer so I understand that I'm not their landscaper, WaWa coffee drinking demographic. It's sickening to see losers making the kind of bread that allows them to live in Manhattan. Stern is washed up now over on Sirius satellite and maybe these two wannabes will tank eventually. Considering how unimaginative morning radio shows are, I'm afraid we would be in for more of the same.
NYC at Dawn
Posted by Liz at 02:29 PM
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Newsflash: Old Churches Are Cold in December
Last night for my birthday we went out for a delicious Thai dinner and into the city for a classical music concert. I was so excited all week because it's my favorite orchestra, Tempesta di Mare and I didn't get to see them perform last year. I could have seen them at Swarthmore college on December 8th in beautiful Lang Concert Hall, but no. I wanted to go into the city and see them on my birthday in the neo-gothic splendor of St. Mark's. The evenings program was music of the Paris Salon. It was created in the eighteenth-century for the élite of French society.
The ambiance of the church did not disappoint. As anyone who reads this blog knows I'm a slave for ambiance. The church's architecture was enhanced with candle lit statues, crucifixes, huge wooden doors and enormous archways everywhere. We sat in pews facing hymn books from 1982. I was enthralled as the music played in perfect acoustics.
As I gleefully listened one in a crowd of many, slowly the chill set in. My eyes darted around the church to see if they were serving hot refreshments- nothing. The harpsichord chimed and I checked to see if the other patrons were as bundled up as I was-they were indeed. The violin was wonderful but my face was freezing now and I began searching the area for a space heater or a bonfire! Iced to the bone I skimmed through my program trying too distract myself. Finally intermission came and we collectively decided not to brave this chilling castle one minute longer. I had no idea a one hundred and fifty-nine year old church would be well.....freezing. Silly me.
St. Mark's Church on Locust St.
Posted by Liz at 04:28 PM
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Another Year Wiser or Happy Birthday to Me
At least now I see them coming, and no this is not just a reference to men. :) photo by:VF
Posted by Liz at 12:09 PM
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Birthday Sluts
Liz Fine (44)
Jesse Metcalfe (28)
Jakob Dylan (37)
Felicity Huffman (44)
Mario Cantone (47)
Donny Osmond (49)
John Malcovich (53)
Joan Armatrading (56)
Michael Nouri (61)
Beau Bridges (65)
Dame Judi Dench (72)
Kirk Douglas (90)
Posted by Liz at 03:15 PM
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A Funny Read
"Ms. Silver, whose comedy writing is known to millions of fans of the Mary Tyler Moore Show, the Bob Newhart Show, Maude and many others, is a long time resident of New York of a certain age, and knows of which she speaks ..."
Do you crave those Sex in the City's epilogues by Carrie? The part at the end of the show where she summed up the lesson for the day in a neat tiny package with a glamorous bow? Well read Susan Silver's column, The Search for Mr. Adequate. Susan recounts stories and lessons from her life on the Upper East Side. A divorcee for many years, she is open to finding love but busy living an exciting life in the meantime. She is hysterically funny and down to earth. A women after my own heart... a role model of sorts for the single sect.
Susan Silver- Gorgeous!
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Wishlist At 44
"Don’t kvetch about another birthday coming…it might not." ~ Susan Silver
A Historic Home for the Holidays.
The Junior League of New York’s hand-crafted commemorative ornament, $45 plus $5 shipping, pays tribute to the organization’s headquarters newly renovated headquarters. The piece, designed by Mia Kaplan of Ornaments by Mia, is a replica of the historic Astor House at 130 E. 80th St. and marks the recent reopening of the home.
I want some round frames. I think they are cute and quirky. I don't need them to be red, just round. Stay tuned.
An English canopy bed I can sink into and pretend I'm in a castle.
I want a dog. I'm not particular on the breed, it just needs to be a small friendly dog.
A new kitchen would be wonderful.
Posted by Liz at 12:12 PM
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The Following is Not A Diss
I think Lindsey Lohan is a beautiful girl, gorgeous, stunning in fact. I think she has major talent to go with the drinking problem she is dealing with. I wish her all the love and luck in the world. Now, I have to say that I simply ADORE the recent pics of a bloated Linds. I only say bloated because by Hollyweird standards she is. She is still gorgeous and I'm savoring the rare occasion that the general public gets to see a real live A-lister at a normal weight. Take a gander now people, it won't last long.
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The Body Beautiful
Lindsey Lohan Gives Good Face.
***Check out this picture of a mini Kurt Cobain. These two look really cute together.
Posted by Liz at 08:31 PM
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What Ever Happened To Baby Jane: The Remix
My Grandmother is 90+ and finally had to sell her beloved house. From where she lives now she can see the old house and pines away for it everyday. She remembers everything she ever bought (and that was tons) and how much it cost and where she bought it. Her house meant more to her than anything or anyone in this world and you'll have to trust me when I tell you that is no exageration. Today, the new people have her old stove out front of the house with a big sign on it that says, FREE- Help Yourself it still works! Oh. My. God. We better put 911 on speed dial. This might just be the last straw that does the old lady in.
Posted by Liz at 10:46 AM
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Just A Little Something To Put You In The Mood
For Christmas I mean! Three little angels....
Posted by Liz at 02:51 PM
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Secret Weapons Part 1
I believe in the merits of Green tea for myself. There are studies showing the various ways it benefits the human body. I have a cup of green tea every morning either hot or iced. I recommend any green tea that contains spearmint. My personal favorite is Tazo's Zen and it's wonderful either hot or cold. The brand is sold bottled in Starbucks, but boxes are sold in most high end grocery stores. Are grocery stores considered "high end?" Anyway, it makes a great stocking stuffer!
Posted by Liz at 08:43 AM
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Do You Hate Foundation?
I know a lot of girls that say they hate foundation. Even so, you know you are in dire need especially in the Winter or special occasions. I have discovered a wonderful product completely by mistake.
Recently the salesperson at M*A*C sent me home with the wrong formula of foundation. It was the correct color (N20) but I usually use a moisture blend. Because I had the right color I decided to give Studio Fix a try. I can't believe how well it covers! I have freckles and some redness- gone. I bet this is what the drag queens use. If you hate foundation because you think its heavy this is as light as powder, I promise.
Me + Studio Fix
Posted by Liz at 12:48 PM
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Shameless Self Promotion
I've known a couple of people in my day that were shameless self promoters. They couldn't eat dinner without trying to turn it into an "event" or a "gig." I've known some people that did amazing innovative work on the net and Rolling Stone and The New York Times somehow found them. I guess the point is the work was their publicity. They didn't need to promote themselves. People just wanted to be in on what they were doing at the time.
Myspace is a place for shameless self promotion. Bands and their labels promote on myspace as do artists of every medium and that makes sense I guess. Lately I'm starting to see one thing about myspace self promos and that is the artists are promoting to the same people over and over. Oh sure they have a fan base, but won't the fan base make a point of checking the official website for tour dates and news?
I tried shameless self promotion once for a short time. It was fun for about a minute and then I felt like I was spinning my wheels and it got old. One time I was chatting with a friend who pointed out to me that she is in fact a "local celebrity." Well, if you have to tell people that you're a local celeb....... you get the idea. On another occasion I met someone whom I thought could be a potential friend. It turned out that his interest in me was simply as another person he could promote his "events" too. I quickly realized all his "friends" are people who religiously attend his parties. That made me sad for him. It's like the person who is a room full of people and feels all alone. From what I've seen his funeral will be a planned event with $2 drinks.
I guess another point of being a shameless self promoter is geography. I can promote myself all I want but the bottom line is I'm still here in Philadelphia. Good old blue color, Rocky Balboa, Philly town. Talk about a glass ceiling. You're only going but so far here. Wouldn't the idea be to move to NYC and shake things up there a bit?
Maybe I'm just not a good salesperson but I'm starting to feel the only true way to promote yourself in through your work and making time for real relationships will fuel your inspiration. Some celebrities never do talk shows or award shows. Maybe they are busy living real lives and letting their work speak for itself?
Posted by Liz at 10:41 AM
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