My Spanx

I, like many women, wear Spanx with certain outfits. Now, for people who know what Spanx are and who I am, this may come as a surprise (even Beyonce does!). I am not a mini-van owner or 40 years old. I have a slim BMI for my 6 foot frame. But even so, my trunk can jiggle so I rely on Sarah Blakely's beautiful invention for certain silky outfits (mostly semi-sheer/silky dresses, where even the thinest Hanky Panky will catch the fabric and show through).

Here are my measurements before and after Spanx:
Around my belly button: before- 31", after- 30.5"
Lower Hip: before- 36", after- 36" (no change)
Thigh: before- 22.5", after- 22"

From doing these measurements, the funniest part is that in pant sizes, I'm a 28" or 29" - but actually, when you take out a measuring tape where my pants sit on my hips is 34". Those dang marketers.

I always have been a fighter for seamless underwear - and am constantly testing new brands, with much help from the ladies at Le Petit Coquette(although on my most recent trip this butch looking Russian was a bitch to me). It drives me crazy when I see women in bras that don't fit, apparently 85% of women don't wear the right size! And it happens so much! The worst offenders by far, in my opinion, are the Italians. You think they'd be all euro chic but those women are busting out in all the wrong places like it's a job (think back fat %'s of Free Willy).

Megalomania

Megalomania (from the Greek word μεγαλομανία) is a psychopathological condition characterized by delusional fantasies of wealth, power, or omnipotence - often generally termed as delusions of grandeur. It includes an obsession with grandiose or extravagant things or actions.

What did I do today?

I had a very productive day. Went to class, worked out before class, appointment in west village, here are a couple images and videos from my adventure.

I ate a snack of pickles, 2 slices of jack cheese, and almonds. I know, I'm eating dairy again - so savage. I thought it looked pretty, so I took a pic.
Me and V were early to meet Alex Moo for an evening drink at Kettle and the Fish in west villg, so we stopped by NYU's carnival in Kimmel and were entertained by magic tricks for a couple minutes, played with stick toys, and took this picture.


After dinner at Hampton Chutney (hollar to Steeners), me and V visited Cat who was getting a tattoo on Ludlow and Houston. Very exciting! She didn't flinch, because she's a seasoned pro and this was just a little heart on her wrist.

Puppies! (more)

This little yellow lab puppy follows me through the subways, isn't it cute? He advertises for Cottonelle, a TP brand.

Spying on Neighbors: The END!

I do not bull shit, after my previous post, I came home today and checked about all my windows that face next door and the apt is def empty!

Puppies!

This little guy was sitting across from me on the downtown 5 train ayer as I went home. Very exciting, he was like a hearty chihuahua looking doggy. And the old guy was a good looking old guy, with a great non-metro sense of style, i was very impressed by the whole package.
I was eating lunch the other day at Hale & Hearty Soups when... a westie in a pink sweater stopped RIGHT IN FRONT of me! I was so excited! I had to control myself and resist the urge to jump on the other side of the glass and pet it.

Spying On Neighbors

Me and Steeners look across a 5 foot gap into the building next door, 25 stories up in the sky. The apartment next door is always DEAD during the day. And at night, a white girl and black guy take their seats at desks and work at laptops. Then, an asian girl pops out and works at a laptop too on occasion. We think she lives there because we see her in the attached bedroom from a window next to our elevator in the hall. The lights are on practically EVERY night, ALL night. And every horizontal surface in the room is covered with stacks of papers and books. What do you think they're doing in there?

My Rich Old Lady

I have a game plan for moving to London and living in luxury.

Find a friendly old widow, with a townhouse in zone 1, and move into one of her spare bedrooms. We can eat breakfast together, and since old people wake up early perhaps she'll even want to make it for me. We'll both be very down to earth, and not require a chef, but perhaps someone to help with (my) ironing, laundry, cleaning. She'll have very fast wireless internet, huge flat screen tvs, and be slightly hard of hearing so I can play my music without bothering her. Like all nice old rich ladies, she will also have a pack of small dogs, to which I can gently suggest she add a couple of standard poodle. Then I will take the standard poodles on walks. She will have no family members alive, and look upon me as a daughter figure - not that I want her $ when she dies, just a reliable friend till she dies; and since we'll get along so well, I'm hoping she wont die soon.

Seriously, how do I go about locating my lady? In my brainstorm I've come up with an idea - I will pretend to be a church going Christian! Old ladies are either funny bitter aethiests or very religious, and since I can't find an athisflatshare.org, my approach is christianflatshare.org .

But in that I have found another problem - old ladies aren't the most internet savy bunch so unless their butlers are posting extra rooms online, I need to reach them another way. Perhaps going to a club meeting that targets my lady, such as the Miller's Academy or the RAC (which has cute little motorbikes on it's flag hanging over Pall Mall) will be good stomping grounds.

Then of course, there is Cal's flat. I could stay with him. But we're still debating this one - let you know when we figure it out.

Dossing Around SMALLEST apt EVER

Today I did well, very little. I enjoyed my day of screwing off by
1) watching a movie
2) doing weights at the gym for almost 2 hours with Venice
3) playing with evite backgrounds

Stuff I got done:
1) Picked up my shoes from the shoe man
2) Got a check for my UK work visa from my bank
3) Figured out how to complete my Anime paper due next Friday

4) Visited Alex Moo's new apt! And helped him with editing cover letters. He is now living on West 14th St, great location. Watch the video tour! And take notes B&Ters - this is how hard core NYers do it. (please note: I'm way not hard core)


No, it does not have a kitchen but it does have a hot plate. No, it does not have a private bathroom, but it does have a 3rd floor toilet that gets cleaned for him. No, it doesn't have the internet, but there are plenty of wireless signals around. No, it does not have any outside space, but it does have roof access where people throw their old mattresses.

Simulacrum

1.	a slight, unreal, or superficial likeness or semblance.

2.	an effigy, image, or representation: a simulacrum of Aphrodite.

Plural: simulacra
noun.

Cat in the Sink

My cat in the sink. Mom would go crazy if she saw this. Niki also likes to eat all the flowers. So we only buy roses, because she doesn't eat rose stems.

Ski Video

Me in some bowl in Alta.

The General's Dead

I'm sitting here in the lodge lobby, and the entire staff was just told a guy nicknamed "The General" who had worked here for a couple seasons died last night. It's weird, to catch such an emotional moment between people. The entire staff got real quiet and these two employees playing chess next to me, one of them just started crying.

Whenever you're told someone is dead, at least for me - it's always really unexpected. And while I know it's sad, I've always wondered if something's a little wrong with me, becuase I don't cry that much (if at all). And then I feel a bit bad because I'm not crying. Stupid perhaps but I figure I just wont ever see them again, it's like they've moved away or are going on a really long vacation.

Anyways, that's it.

Ski: Day 1

Today was tons of fun. But there were a couple small bumps. When dad convinced me to enter a ravine with huge rock walls, that had a very narrow ski area which…wait for it… was also rock infested! Or in the first run when he led me over a little edge telling me to ignore the double black gate – which surprise! Had a little 4.5 foot cliff I had to jump off of midtway through.

But I have a couple little tricks up me sleeve:
1. When turning I make little “grr” noises, this helps me stay down hill and aggressive. Plus, making grr noises is fun!
2. If dad says I should go down something that looks scary, I can just say no. Not that hard. Then again, dad has invested lots of $ in my education and it would be counterproductive for him to accidentally kill me so chances are, I’ll be safe on his route.
3. If I feel like I’m going to fall, just make a little noise that sounds like I’m having fun and it’ll be great (think hoot). It’s a bit like when toddlers fall, and they look up to see if the adults are looking concerned/sad or laughing with joy before they decide how to take their own tumble.

Ski Heaven

I have just arrived at the Peruvian Lodge, sleeping soundly at the base of Alta. Next to being with Cal, this is as close to being in heaven as can happen on earth. Clear air. Friendliest people saying hi (it's those great Mormon influences). TONS OF SNOW. Skiers only. It's as if my planets have aligned. The only problems - not a poodle or Scotsman in sight.

Anyways, I'm so excited to begin skiing tomorrow in my new booties. Me, Dad and Drew have shared passes, so we can ski right into the neighboring mountain Snowbird, which has a huge back bowl. And the best news is - there's more snow coming! It just doesn't stop here.

Well, I'm tired so off to bed I go. Will give an update on my day manana.

My Man Sent...

Look what my boyfriend fiance sent me!

Oh yeah, he got the chocolates to come too! Really really yummy chocolates. Venice and Steeners will agree I do think.

The Epic Event 2009