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Wednesday, April 11, 2007
Shenanigans

My boyfriend laughs at me because I use antiquated, grandmother-like words when describing people or situations, for example I’ll say whipper-snapper, fusspot, spitfire, and today’s Blog-off word, shenanigans. I credit my 87-year-old Nanny, as well as my great great grandmother for this influence.

My great, great grandmother was born in 1896 and lived till I was 10-years-old, she was my mother’s great grandmother, so my great great. Crazy no? When I was born she told my mother that she hoped to live to my 10th birthday. Being in her 80s already, it was a pretty ambitious plan. However, on my 10th birthday there was a lunar eclipse and that night she died. She was 97-years-old, talk about being strong minded. I used to visit her at her nursing home every Sunday with my mom. She was often humming and singing dirty limericks and sayings, one went: “Ladies and gentlemen take my advice, pull down your britches and slide on the ice.” Her name was Julia and she used to play the piano by ear for the silent pictures and marched in the woman’s right to vote march in Washington in 1919. She had left a note for her husband saying “gone shopping” and came back three days later after traveling from NY to DC. She says it was a drunken, crazy time, lol, talk about ruining that suffrage image in my mind. During all the amazing things she saw in her lifetime, from civil rights to a man landing on the moon, she always thought seeing the Berlin Wall being torn down was one of the most amazing, since her family was originally from Germany. I wear her engagement diamond around my neck; my mom turned it into a necklace for me when I graduated high-school.

Nanny and INanny, who I’m very close to and who helped raise me, also influenced my old fashioned vocabulary. The best way to describe her is, a smarter Rose Nyland (Betty White) in Golden Girls. For instance, my Nanny never curses instead she says “oh dear” or “woe is me.”  Not that I don’t curse, but I do find myself saying her expressions like, “you get more bees with honey than you do vinegar” and using her phrases and words as well.  I’m seeing her this weekend, can’t wait. Here's another lasting Nanny phrase: when someone farts she'll say, "better out than in."

blog off

Posted by Tara at 12:01 AM PDT
Updated: Tuesday, April 10, 2007 4:58 PM PDT
Saturday, April 7, 2007
Back to the Future

This weekend we celebrated Raphael and our friend Sarah's birthday, 80s style at Club Twenty Twenty in Santa Monica with the Fast Times band, which featured a group of four musicians (one dressed as Devo, another as Spicoli) playing 80s hits. 

Basically it was a night of bad clothing, good music--very rad. To get into the spirit of things, Raphael sported his Thunder Cats t-shirt and denim blazer, while I took out the scrunchy for a Pebble's look, put on my retro plastic earrings and a Madonna lacy top.

Here are some photos, at one point I can be spotted on stage. 

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Posted by Tara at 10:48 PM PDT
Updated: Monday, April 9, 2007 7:06 PM PDT
Friday, April 6, 2007
Thanks, you too

I have the affliction of not being able to stop myself from saying "thanks, you too," when someone says something polite even though it doesn't really fit the situation. Let me give you an example. The guy collecting and ripping movie theater tickets, hands me my stub and says, "enjoy the show." Now here is where I'll automatically respond, "thanks, you too!" Then there's that awkward stare when I realize he's not watching a movie, I am, and he doesn't want to be rude and correct me either so he just nods at the blond girl and I walk away rolling my eyes skyward in annoyance at myself. 

When the waitress goes, "enjoy your meal," I again say "thanks, you too." Grr. 

It probably started by me getting used to saying "thanks, you too," to people when they wished me a good day, there it applies at least, but then my standard response became contagious I guess.

PS: We hate Ed Duggan and his manipulative journalism. No "thanks, you too" for him.

Video: iRack 


Posted by Tara at 12:01 AM PDT
Updated: Friday, April 6, 2007 1:46 PM PDT
Wednesday, April 4, 2007
Privacy

Cause privacy is my middle name, my last name is control. No, my first name ain't baby, Its Tara... Ms. Settembre if you’re nasty.  OK, if you didn’t recognize that verse was from one of Janet Jackson’s first songs, “Nasty,” minus the Tara Settembre that is, then I guess I already lost the Blog-Off.  We’re now in the third round of the charity competition and this week’s topic is privacy.

Unlike what Jackson sings in her song, I’m not a very private person, well at least not when it comes to some things. I blog my life after all. For the last 2.5 years this site chronicles my life. One of my colleagues believes that there is a bit of exhibitionism in blogging. I guess she has a point. I like being able to write what goes on in my life here and share it with “the void.”

Heck, when living in my apt in New York, I wasn’t the type that cowered around the corners every time I needed to go out in my windowed living room  (where my bureaus were also) naked to get a different top. But in those moments I wasn’t thinking, let me show people that I’m naked, it was more like what the heck no one is looking and I can't be bothered to be shy. Sometimes I feel that way with my blog. I started off not sharing photos and leaving out details but then I found it impaired my story telling and after all who was looking, right?

Now that my readership has grown, colleagues and family are reading, I’ve been private enough not too share EVERYthing and to omit personal stuff like where exactly I live, etc, but I refuse to censor myself too much and destroy my creativity. Despite the fact that I have family members reading, I even blogged about a stimulation beverage after all, and I often post embarrassing photos of myself too.

I like sharing, I like putting myself out there, even after being burned. I refuse to loose my optimism and personality. 

However, although I might not always keep my life private, I do protect the privacy of my friends and exes ;) on my blog. You’ll notice none have ever been bashed here, just a bad date here and there explained in the past. I also ask my friends if I can post certain photos before publishing. For instance K, was totally cool with me posting this one. She's a sport and reads my blog, unlike some of my friends who rather catch the live show. But this blog is important to me and I've appreciated everyone who reads it.

PS: Below are the remaining Blog-Off contestants still on Blog Island. Originally there were 17 players and now we're down to 13. Do feel free to donate to the cause here. And yes, I arranged the links so they would look like steps. 

Write2B
Blaaahhhg
Dirka Dirka
durante vita
Joe & Sherry
Write On Track

Just Another Week
Sandra’s Goings On
Speaking Quite Franke
Have Fun Storming The Castle!

The Adventures Of Chris & Evey

With A Turn And A Twist, She Gets Her Wish


Posted by Tara at 12:01 AM PDT
Updated: Wednesday, April 11, 2007 12:18 PM PDT
Tuesday, April 3, 2007
Burn baby burn

Yesterday was the Yankees' first opening day without Bernie Williams since 1991. The longtime stalwart and fan favorite, who helped New York win four World Series titles from 1996-2000, declined the club's offer of a minor league contract this off season and never came to spring training. Sad. I grew up watching him play in pinstripes out in left since I was in elementary school. He was always like an ole faithful for the Yanks, you could always depend on him for a hit and an amazing grab without much fuss off the field. 

I actually met Bernie Williams once. I didn't see him around the ballpark  or in New York even, but in San Diego. The Yankees were in town playing the Padres, and so was my family,friend and I for business and vacay. We were able to score some tickets though. After the game, I had heard that the team was holding up in the Hyatt, which was next door to where we were staying at the Marriott. Being the huge fan that I am, I immediately headed over and staked out the place. Since I apparently looked suspicious a man working for the team approached me and gave me the run around asking me questions about where I am from, etc., as a result I missed the players arriving.

Defeated, I walked about the harbor area when I spotted Bernie in street clothes. Well, not exactly "street," since he had a nice blazer on and was with his wife who was wearing a nice dress. Starstruck and never having seen him outside of his uniform, I wasn't sure if I should approach and if it was really him. I grab my friend's arm and point him out, she encourages me to go up to him, I tell her she has to come too though. I approach like a nervous school girl, stammering out "Are you...are you, Bernie Williams??" I say all this while extending a notepad for him to sign. He takes the book and signs his name and says quietly almost shyly, "Jeez I could have been Tiger Woods for all you knew," which is weird because it's not like my father was around pointing him out or something, and it's not like I just asked if he was famous and that's it, I said his name after all. Either way, he signed my autograph book and then I asked him to sign one for one of his biggest fans, my childhood friend, so he signs the book again and personalizes it to him even. I then asked if we could take a picture, but he looked around nervously afraid others would approach and he said he'd rather not. I said I understood and I smiled at his wife, thanked them and walked away elated.

I later called my friend that I got the extra autograph for and even saw Bernie walk by again, so I quickly and covertly snapped a photo, but it's from the side and at a distance so he looks like any guy in the crowd, just taller. It was a pretty cool sighting for me.  

The Yankees have won nine straight home openers and 20 of their past 23. They won yesterday too, 9 to 5 vs the Devil Rays. 

PS: Happy Birthday Raphael!  


Posted by Tara at 12:01 AM PDT
Updated: Tuesday, April 3, 2007 10:04 AM PDT

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