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Saturday, March 26, 2005
It's that time again!
If you thought Cadbury Cream Eggs, DING! We are on the same page.

Because one of my favorite things about Easter time are Cadbury Cream Eggs. The original ones, not the carmel ones because let's face it they are just an egg shaped Rolo. And why buy the chocolate-chocolate ones when you can just get a chocolate bar
to begin with. You cannot, however, buy the glorious cream ones in any other form.

In college my friends would buy them for me knowing how I love them so. Since they are only on sale once a year, I horde these tasty cream eggs, but then sometimes I wait to long to eat them and the chocolate goes stale :( My own fault. They also sell mini cadbury eggs now too, but BEWARE they are not as good, go for the normal size.

When I lived in London for six months I was in Cadbury heaven since they sell the treats all year long as well as the whole Cadbury line. But then when Cadbury was the only option, I started to miss Hershey's. Thus, I'll never be satisfied on either side of the pond ;)

Posted by Tara at 9:01 PM PST
Updated: Saturday, March 26, 2005 9:48 PM PST
Friday, March 25, 2005
A Native New Yorker
When I was growing up, my Studio 54-dancing single mother would play the song "Native New Yorker" by the musical group Odyssey. Both of us being born in New York it was appropriate. Recently I downloaded the song to my iPod and last week when I was on the subway I really listened to the lyrics for the first time and they are depressing! Despite the upbeat disco sound the lyrics are proud but also cynical.
Below are the lyrics and I uploaded the song to my server, click HERE to play. Enjoy!

Runnin' pretty, New York City girl
Twenty-five, thirty-five
Hello, baby, New York City girl

You grew up ridin' the subways, running with people
Up in Harlem, down on Broadway
You're no tramp, but you're no lady, talkin' that street talk
You're the heart and soul of New York City

And love, love is just a passing word
It's the thought that you had in a taxi cab that got left on the curb
When he dropped you off and he stated firm

Oh, oh, oh [Oh, oh, oh]
You're a native New Yorker
You should know the score by now
You're a native New Yorker

New York girl, ooh, ooh, ooh

Music plays, everyone's dancin'
closer and closer
Makin' friends and findin' lovers
There you are lost in the shadows,
searchin' for someone
To set you free from New York City

And, whoa, where did all those yesterdays go?
When you still believed love could really be like a Broadway show
You are the star, win the applause

Oh, oh, oh [Oh, oh, oh]
You're a native New Yorker
No one opens the door
For a native New Yorker

You're a native New Yorker
You should know the score by now
You're a native New Yorker

What you waitin' for, no one opens the door
[You're a native New Yorker]
For a native, for a native New Yorker

Want another free mp3s?
Check out this old post for Tori Alamaze's, Don't Ya!

and go HERE for Nitty's Nasty Girl MP3

Posted by Tara at 12:51 PM PST
Updated: Thursday, September 1, 2005 8:37 AM PDT
Wednesday, March 23, 2005
Winter Solstice
Last night I went to a GenArt advanced screening. It was an independent film released through Paramount Classics, Winter Solstice starring Anthony LaPaglia, Allison Janney, Ron Livingston, Aaron Stanford and Mark Webber. The director Josh Sternfeld and some of the actors were present, but I did not get to speak with them at the after party.

It's about a widowed father (LaPaglia) struggling to raise his two sons. When the eldest son leaves home, the family tries to come to grips with his departure.

The film did a good job of showing the awkwardness of the male characters while interacting with one another without any female presence in their household. There were several simple comedic moments and realistic fights and behavior, all of which I appreciated. Mark Webber stole the show as the younger brother. Allison Janney also did a cute job as the quirky new next door neighbor and love interest.

The acting was really great and I felt relaxed and mellow watching the film, but nothing pivitol happens and it ends rather abruptly with an up-in-the-air ending. I still liked it though. It was the winner of the Hamptons Film Festival and will be released theatrically starting April 8.

My friend Cindy who went with me had a beef with the over sentimental flower shots and the constant playing of the same instrumental music, but I hadn't noticed.

Official website:

Posted by Tara at 9:39 PM PST
Updated: Thursday, March 24, 2005 8:51 AM PST
Tuesday, March 22, 2005
Why women need more than one girlfriend...
So they have somebody to talk to about their other girlfriend when they are currently pissing them off.

We all do it, even as adults when it's not spiteful or malicious. It goes something like, "I love her, you know that, BUT sometimes..." And then you and your friend can vent until next week when they are talking to each other about YOU. It's a vicious cycle really, a catch-22.

PS: Remember that 80s board game, Girl Talk? I used to play it at my friends house.

Posted by Tara at 9:01 PM PST
Updated: Wednesday, March 23, 2005 11:29 AM PST
Sunday, March 20, 2005
Coffee Talk in the Blogging World
According to BlogPulse the top 5 people currently being discussed the most in the blogosphere are:

1. Terri Schiavo
2. President Bush
3. Harry Potter
4. Michael Schiavo
5. Britney Spears

Kind of sad the Britney is in the top 5, ick!


Tonight around 9:45 p.m. on the street parallel to mine, I passed by Jason Priestley walking with another guy and smoking a cigarette. He's not that tall, but has the same sideburns and killer smile that he always had. He was wearing jeans and a t-shirt with an opened button down cotton shirt over it. I wouldn't have noticed him, but he smiled right at me and all of a sudden my mind clicked in recognition, hehe, as a result I'm still a little giddy :)

Posted by Tara at 9:01 PM PST
Updated: Monday, March 21, 2005 7:40 PM PST

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