Halloween... More of a Treat this Year

Halloween fun!

Well, there wasn't TOO much Halloween craziness this year. It was fun to watch all the little kids go trick or treating at the local markets and shops. I counted 3 pairs of little girl twins, all dressed the same in some sort of angel/princess outfits - I was lucky that my mom let me dress myself instead of making my twin and I be the same - but then again, Lynda and I missed out on looking incredibly adorable in our "twinsiness". It was interesting to see how many little girls were dressed like angels while they held onto the hands of their mothers that were dressed as hookers. Interesting... very interesting.
I just love how at the beginning of the night all the kids are excited and then as the night drags on, you hear more and more crying from the kids than anything else. It just goes to show... candy will NOT bring happiness. (I wish someone would have told me that BEFORE I got hooked.)

I did have a great evening watching "Wait Until Dark" (an old suspense movie with Audrey Hepburn). I have to say that there definitely was a scream in the course of the movie - all three of us screamed - so that was my Halloween fright for the year. Me and my my room mates (that's me and Sarah right there tonight), indulged ourselves with popcorn (with chocolate chips and gummy bears mixed in), fudge bars and hot chocolate. Yes... tonight was a night of INCREDIBLE indulgence. Ahhhh... what joy. (once again- I wish someone would have told me sooner that chocolate DOES NOT BRING HAPPINESS... although it DOES bring happiness until it runs out!)

Me and My Apartment

We have some funny qirks here at the apartment, and one of them lately has been the fun little habit of watching the bravest, sexiest, strongest, and prettiest heroine known to mankind... yes, we have all been deeply involved in the intense saga of "SHE-RA"--

yes eveyone "I am SHE-RA!" not to be confused with her twin brother, HE-MAN aka -"I have the Power!" We all are disturbed by the fact that she doesn't get to say that she has the POWER too. I guess that's just us feminist women out here in the City. But watching these awesome episodes has made me seek out even more goodness, like "Gem and the Holigrams". I'm going to have to buy these shows for my kids to watch instead of the filth that is all over the TV now-a-days.


So I love my room mates. They are great great great. The other Sunday I was curled up in my bed reading when Sarah Ratliff (the Drama Therapist from Arkansas (in the middle of the group) - yes we have the southern accent come out "real stong" sometimes) comes in and curls up on the other side of the bed and we start chatting. Before long Carrie George (our gypsy room mate (second from the right)- since she's half here, half in DC) comes in to join us. About an our later in walks Meredith (far left). We're up to 4 - then the OTHER Sarah(far right) comes home and we are one big, happy roomie family. Life doesn't get any better in NYC!

And what is being in a singles ward without your lovely "dinner groups". Back at ASU and Dixie State this was formerly known as "the free meal ticket --- male only". When did the girls EVER get a free meal out of the guys in the ward. If they did, apparantly I was running with the wrong crowd. Bet here in NYC the guys actually cook too... at least they attempt to. They are improving their skills, but those first few tries were something to behold.

The good thing is that I'm back cooking again... well, at least once every 3 weeks. I kind of went on strike there for a while - for about 2 years now. But I'm back baby! And unlike other skills, cooking isn't exactly something you lose. haha



I'm also learning to throw some AWESOME parties here. Cause "Who wouldn't want to eat pudding?"

Yes, we threw a Pudding Party.
All Kinds of pudding, all kinds of fun. Banana pudding, steam pudding, rice pudding, pumpkin pudding, vanilla, chocolate, pudding pops, pudding sandwiches, mud pie, tapioca, tofu pudding, etc etc... we are ALL puddinged out!!! at least for the next 6 months.



The next party we're doing is a double birthday party that is going to be centered around the theme of "Trailer Trash". Yes, I'm excited. I want to make a cake from ding dongs and tootsie rolls.

A Doosy of a Week! What else could happen?

So I have learned that there are several people that have had much harder weeks than myself. There are those who have had a hard week because of stress, sadness, monetary problems, etc... And yes, we all go through those bad weeks - some obviously more than others. But perhaps, just perhaps we can find it in our hearts to shake our heads in pity for my friend, Nisha.

Nisha was coming to the end of a very hard week. She was very happy to get the week over with and was exhausted, on her way home on the Subway. The train was by no means empty, with people sitting on all sides of her... a normal train ride home. Not only people sitting, but some are standing, as is normal. What is NOT normal is that, without warning, a man zips down the old zipper, whips out the ... well... you know, and starts relieving himself right there on the subway. But WAIT! It gets even better than that! Swiveling his hips just right, this man proceeds to spray Nisha and 3 other bystanders (actually they were sitting - so I guess they were "bysitters") with his lovely, sticky stench. If Nisha's week was not bad enough, this was enough to make it absolutely ridiculous. She had to ride the train for about a 1/2 hour more before she could get home and change out of her soiled clothes.


Yes, Nisha admits that there was something wrong in the head with her un-expected "attacker", and even though she can somewhat chuckle at her experience in hind-sight, you have to admit, no one is surprised that stuff like this happens... at least when it's New York City.

Wine Natze Unleashed

So the other night I was off to work. Yeah... I work at a catering... temping... staffing agency. Every day it's different, and that is ok by me. I hate the boring ins and outs of a regular job (which is probably why I'm a performer - I like to be entertained). So the gig was the "Meat-packing district 'Un-corked' ". Yep, you guessed it - a wine tasting extravaganza. In other words, a LOT of people, drinking a LOT of wine, getting VERY tipsy. I had the ultimately cool job of being the wine natze - aka the girl who stands by the door and makes sure no one takes wine onto the street. Interesting night. Not only did my cheeks feel like a Barbie by the end of the night from smiling so much at these people, (and no, it's not easy to do that when the smell of alcohol is so potent that it makes you literally dizzy and sick to your stomach), but I had the opportunity to have some real doozy conversations with people who were completely drunk. Let's just say, I was their favorite person in the whole world by the time they went out the door. My favorite conversation of the evening was an older woman who was convinced that the poster hanging on the wall, which was of a beautiful male model, REALLY was making eyes at her and REALLY did want to take her home. Of course I agreed with her 100%. She seemed to REALLY like me after that.
The other highlight of my night was when the head boss got upset at me for letting a man through with an empty wine glass. I tried to explain that I was told they could take their EMPTY glasses with them, as long as there was no alcohol leaving the building. But apparantley he didn't want ANY glasses leaving the building, so not long after I had to chase some punk guy out the door who was trying to run out with a glass of wine. No LITERALLY run after him, since he was running out himself. But when there are cops all over and will give my boss AND myself a ticket for slacking, I figured a little workout was worth it.

Romance on 125th Street

So last night I was on my way home from work and was waiting for the "C" train at 125th street. Nothing uncommon about the night. I was engrossed in my recent novel, "North and South" -fabulous book, by the way, for all you readers out there, and no it's not the book that stars Madeline and Aury with endless love interests going on. There were quite a few people waiting right along with me, all minding their own business, when out of the blue we were thrown into a scene from what could only be a sappy chick-flick romance. This is how the scene played out - and no- I was not the lead in this story...

- "Ladies and gentlemen, I'm calling on all of you for help in an immediate emergency! Who of you here sill support me in asking out this drop-dead gorgeous woman?" All in the subway turned their heads to stare a young man on the stares pointing straight at a young woman accross the way.

The young woman blushed and tried to ignore the man... hiding her face in her scarf and looking the other way.

"Who of you thinks that this angel needs to give me her phone number and then, after that, talk to me on the phone?" Some young men in the area started clapping thier hands in agreeement, for when a man goes to so much trouble to get the attention of a lady it is undeniable that the others will follow, whooping and hollering, snickering and cheering like he represents all of them in their struggles for affection.

"Thank you! Thank you! Now beautiful, you see that the others agree here. What other proof do you need that we should be together?"

Just then an older gentlemen approached the scene and asked the young woman a question in hushed tones.

The young man became alarmed at his sudden competition. "Excuse me sir, but you are going to have to get in line like all the rest of us. We need our chance too."

The older man looked at him curiously. "I am her uncle."

"Oh! Well in that case... could I PLEASE be a part of your family?" More snickering and giggling from the onlookers (including myself). By this time the girl was half hiding herself behind her uncle.

"Well, that is not up to me to decide" laughed the old man.

The young man turned back to the girl, "Will you have dinner with me? I'll do anything. ABSOLUTELY ANYTHING! "

She turned and waved her hand at him like she was shooing a fly. "Go home. Go on, go home."

After a few more protests the young man headed up the subway stairs. "It happens to all of us. Don't give up hope gentelmen. Don't give up hope!" The men in the area cheered in agreement and the young man called over his shoulder- one last farewell "I still love you! Don't forget that! I still love you!" Then he was gone.

The End



Yes this is a true story, and I only thought it happened in the movies, but no - it happens at the subway station at 125th street.