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Next Week: R is for Roller Coaster Tycoon


Holy Cinco de Mayo, it’s May already!!  Where has this year gone??  We’re in May already???  Really?!?!?

Like many things in my life, I’ve let this blog slide a little.  It’s not to say I don’t care about my blog, it’s just that life, and it’s oddball ways, has kept me super busy for the past few months, making it hard to find time to blog.  Maybe that’s a good thing…maybe it means I have a life again. 🙂

I’m hopping back on the blogging bandwagon, though, with a brand new adventure next week with one of my favorite people in the world: my sister Allison. ali When you share a room with a person for fifteen years of your life, you inevitably become close to them, even when you swear on your assortment of blond-haired Barbie dolls that you won’t.  We’ve definitely had our moments as sisters (what sisters haven’t??) but we have a lot to celebrate next weekend.  It’s her birthday, Mother’s Day, and a blog entry on my blog all rolled into one!!  Who has time for arguing when there’s so much celebrating to do!?!

Since I’ll be making the loooooooooooong trek home to my parent’s house next weekend (the middle of Pennsylvania is probably the dullest landscape on the eastern coast), I figured we should try to squeeze in as much fun as possible when we’re there.  This will include a stop at one of my favorite places in the world (ironically located in the middle of that awful Pennsylvanian landscape I dread driving through: HersheyPark).

For anyone who does not actually know me and my family, we are amusement park junkies.  So many people I know tell me about how their family vacations growing up were caravan trips to the beach, where they spent marathon hours on the sandy shores building sandcastles, boogie boarding, and watching their skin darken.  Their family vacations consisted of laying around, slapping on the sunscreen, and watching the world float by.

I think my family took one beach vacation like that, and we became really bored.  We Days are movers and shakers: vacation isn’t about relaxing to us, it’s about seeing new things, having fun, and learning how far we can push the boundaries of family bonding time before we want to explode (max: 5 days).  It’s about laughing too much, eating what we shouldn’t, and running around to different amusement parks throughout North America.  As a family, we love amusement parks.

At my current age, I can safely admit to you that I am a roller coaster junkie.  I can’t get enough of them.  My first front seat ride was at the age of 7 on the Phoenix at Knoebels Amusement Resort.  I remember, to my horror, as family members ran up the exit ramp to make sure I really wanted to sit in the front seat.  Yes, silly adults, I wanted to sit in the front seat.  I was 7!  Clearly old enough to handle a top 5 best wooden roller coaster in the world.  Who wouldn’t be ready for that??  Since then, I’ve ridden on most of the top roller coasters on the east coast, as well as Knotts Berry Farm and Disneyland out in California, and cannot get enough of them.  It’s such a rush.

One park in Pennsylvania that has a TON of roller coasters is HersheyPark.  As a family we’ve been going there since I was born (it’s only 90 minutes away from our middle-of-nowhere town), and as the park has expanded so have the rides.  Some top notch coasters reside there, and next weekend we’ll be taking a spin on a few as we head back to one of my all-time favorite parks.

I love HersheyPark because the entire park, actually, the entire town is built around one man, one company, and one amazing  brand: Hershey’s Chocolate.  I’m not saying it’s the best chocolate bar I’ve ever had in the world (it’s not), but who can resist a delicious Reese’s Cup, especially those Easter eggs??  At HersheyPark they have this dumb tour ride you can go on where it shows you how they make chocolate.  chuck e cheeseIt’s so cheesy, it looks like one of those old Chuck E. Cheese animatronic shows they used to show us as kids.  Remember how scary those things used to be??  No wonder they nixed those in the early 90s, who wants to eat pizza when this fabulous gang of creepers is staring at you!  But seriously, I think the pizza place sold these dumb things to HersheyPark when they dumped them, and HP in return reused them to teach kids how chocolate is made.  It sounds dumb, and it really is.  Yet for some reason I have to ride this ride every. single. time. I’m there.  Maybe it’s because at the end of the ride you get free candy.  Or maybe I’m just being nostalgic for a childhood that, like Power Rangers, Dunkaroos, pogs, and Sock’em Boppers, has been left behind in the last millennium, never to be resurrected again.  Wow.  This blog post just became super deep.

So next week is HersheyPark week!!!  🙂  And my sister’s birthday (anyone have any birthday present ideas for a soon-to-be-24-year-old who loves J Crew??).  And Mother’s Day!!  So much to do in one 48 hour period!!

For now, I’m heading out for a run (more on my suicide mission later this week).  Maybe the endorphin rush will help me forget about these Chuck E. Cheese creatures staring at me.  Maybe…

Have a fabulous week!



J is for Junk Food Junkie


Ah, another glorious Initech weekend.  Things have been much better there of recent, and I’m actually, gasp, not dreading returning tomorrow.  It probably doesn’t hurt that I found out two weeks ago I have 62 hours of vacation time to use by the end of the year.  I’m going crazy with my vacation days! 🙂

Next week might be E is for Exercise, because I need to work off all of the calories I ate this weekend.  I can’t complain, though, sometimes indulging yourself in ridiculous fun weekends like this one is what life is all about.

So junk food…it is my kryptonite.  If I could eat nothing but junk food, and be happy and healthy, I would.  But, then again, who wouldn’t. This weekend, I decided to indulge in all of my favorites, all of those things you usually say to yourself, “That sounds delicious, but I know I shouldn’t have it,” before sticking to your celery and beet salad.  Not this weekend.  This weekend I thought “That sounds delicious, and I ate it!!  Mwahahaha.

First up, Friday night, I had a Sweet 16 party.  My first Sweet 16 party in a decade.  Man, that made me feel super old.  It’s been 10 years since I had my own Sweet 16.  Where has life gone?  It was a fun party, though. There was junk food EVERYWHERE!!!!  Pizza, chips, cheese balls, cake, cupcakes, soda, it was a fat kid’s paradise!  Which I guess makes me a fat kid, because it was delicious!!!

One question to ponder, though, as you relax on your Sunday off…when hosting a party, why does everyone only buy ONE kind of Doritos?  I’d say 75% of the time they buy the Nacho Cheese Doritos, and forget about the Cool Ranch.  I LOVE COOL RANCH DORITOS!!!!!  Maybe people don’t understand how deep my love really is, but I swear, next party I host, there will be two types of Doritos there for guests to chose from.  I do not discriminate!!

On Saturday, I had the ultimate sugar overload in the morning, because I am currently taking cake decorating classes.  Yes, me, owner of a small bakery, does not know how to properly decorate a cake.  It’s OK, though, I’m learning.  The class is super early on Saturday mornings, though, so I usually roll out of bed, shower, and hit some sort of breakfast stand on my way to the class.  Usually Panera, or Starbucks, something that tries to give me healthier options.  Not yesterday, though.  I turned up my radio, rolled down the window, and cruised into McDonalds.  I still knew my order from memory: A number 2, orange juice, extra ketchup.  Gosh, how long has it been since I had McDonalds breakfast?  I wish I could tell you it’s disgusting, full of fat and salt and cholesterol, and I never want to eat another bite of it.  But McDonalds breakfast may be the best high-calorie, fatty, fried, awful for your body breakfast out there.  It’s so delicious.  I wish I could eat it every day!!

After that, it was two hours in cake decorating class, where I made a chocolate raspberry cake with vanilla icing, and then home to enjoy my afternoon.  Except, wait for it, my junk food love did not end there!!  I went over to a friends house for dinner, where we had salad.  I know, salad on my junk food weekend.  Don’t worry, though, for dessert I had homemade apple pie.  Then, after a quick run down the PA Turnpike, I met my brother for James Bond in IMAX.  That means….movie theater popcorn!!!!!   AHHHHHHHH!!!!  That’s a treat I never indulge in.  Never ever.  This weekend, though, there are no limits.

Today is detox day.  Don’t laugh, I’m being serious.  After all of the sugar, starch, salt, fat, and calories I’ve ingested in the past 36 hours, today is all about getting it out of my system.  Lots of water, lots of body-friendly food, lots of enjoying the fact that healthy foods can be wonderful too!!  I’m thinking wheat germ and bananas for lunch…Yummy!!!  (and no, that’s not a sarcastic yummy, I actually love those two foods together!  If you have any good detox ideas or suggestions, though let me know.

All in all, a very good weekend.  I don’t think I’d want to make this a weekly adventure, but once in awhile it’s nice to eat that cupcake you know you shouldn’t eat, or bite into a delicious Sausage Egg McMuffin and not feel guilty about it.

Long live the junk food!!  Long live my poor stomach!!!

Have a wonderful week.  See you all next week.


The First Year of the Rest of My Life


Happy birthday to me.

I think this is the first birthday of my life where I’m not excited for something to happen.  There’s nothing left to happen.  This is my life, a slippery slope to thirty.

Think about those birthdays when you were younger, those monumental moments.

10 years old, when you finally had made it an entire decade without killing any of your siblings.

11, when you gleefully announced you were too old to display your age on your fingers.

13 when I became my mother’s worst nightmare for a few years.

16, when the state of Pennsylvania, for reasons still unknown, felt I was old enough, tall enough, mature enough to get behind the wheel of a motorized vehicle.

17 when sneaking into rated-R movies lost all of it’s appeal.

18 when I could legally play the lottery, smoke, vote, and now be tried in adult court for my crimes (crap!)

21…well, 21 is 21 🙂

25, the last of those momentous birthdays, where Enterprise and Hertz no longer charge me extra for being a “young and inexperienced driver”.  Again, see above, if the state of Pennsylvania thinks it’s ok to give me my license at 16 I don’t get why rental companies have to be such sticklers about it.

Now…26.  Twenty-frickin’-six.  I have nothing left to celebrate.  No big moments left for a flip of a calendar day to discover.  No wonder adults hate birthdays.  It’s just a sad reminder that all the fingers AND toes on your body (and sometimes your significant other’s too) cannot display your proper age.

My nana is 93.  Lord knows how she gets out of bed in the morning.

I feel like age has this funny coaster ride that all humans must take through life.  When you’re younger you’re just itching to age, to become a year older, a year faster, a year taller, a year smarter.  It continues up through your early twenties, because you want to finally be able to do all those things you never could: drive, smoke (DRUGS ARE BAD, KIDS), vote, drink.  But then we cross this threshold where turning a year older gives you no new gifts.  I don’t wake up tomorrow and automatically get a payraise (HEAR THAT INITECH!!! GIVE ME A PAY RAISE!!!!).  Or an awesome new car.  My student loans don’t suddenly disappear.*  I have nothing new and exciting to look forward to.

It’s why I’m glad I’m on this journey through the alphabet, where I can discover new things about myself, and my life, as I travel through this life.  Sure it doesn’t happen with the flipping of the calendar from year to year, but it’s still, like the birthday days of yore, something to look forward to.  A gift to myself, for 26 weekends.

Tomorrow I’ll post about Q is for Quidditch.  Today, though, is my birthday.  A day of food, festivities, and celebrating twenty-six years of life.  A day spent with the ones I love, the family I was graced with through birth, and created through friendships.  A day, selfishly, all about the things I love.

I hope your August 19th is as great as mine!  If you’re in the area, I’d love to see you today.  🙂  Stop by and say hi!


*If there is a rich, elderly benefactor reading this (or Bill Gates) who would like to take care of my student loans, please contact me IMMEDIATELY.  We can work out some sort of plan, I am sure.  I can dust your classic literature section of your in-house library.  Push you around in your wheelchair.  Tutor your bratty grand kids.  Just let me know!

Birthday Blues


I’ve got the…birthday blues **insert jazzy sax music here**

Ooooooohhhhhhhhh, the birthday blues! *sax*

My date of birth’s near

Comes only once a year,

But I’ve got to follow these alphabet ruuuuullllles *sax*

What to do?

My birthday’s in about a week and a half.  Happy dance for that!!  No for real, I’m happy dancing.  But I’ll dance for anything.  Not just my birthday.

I never have a cake that looks this cool

The problem, though, is I don’t know what I’m doing for my birthday yet.  So I’m having trouble figuring out what I should do for my alphabet weekend.  Should I tie it all in to one big event?  Should I celebrate with my friends and then plan something separate?  Do I even have time for such planning?  Initech is sucking away at my soul, after all!!

Dear readers, what are your thoughts?  How should I celebrate my birthday?  Cake, ice cream, and lots of craziness?  Or one of my alphabet adventures?  Which would you suggest?

Ba dubbie dubbie dubbie dubbie dubbie dah!