Lisa Marie City Gal Style

My Amazing Wonderful Weekend

2009-03-16T08:03:00.000-07:00

OK, that title might be a bit miss-leading, but I'm a sanguine and my personality is given to hyperbole so I can't help it really. ;) However, it was a fun weekend for me, and here is the kicker. Myles and I did not have a single thing on our calendar. Not one. Not a dinner with friends, not a Saturday activity, not a birthday. Nothing. Lets see... the last time we did "nothing" on a weekend was...um...probably at least 2 years ago. I love our fun full life of friends and family and it is truly the very business of our lives that made me appreciate this weekend so much. Here is what I did. 1-10.

1. Sat Am: Woke up at 5:45 am to run 11 miles with my group. It was slightly drizzling when we took off. I was hawking up all manner of disgusting stuff (a cold still lingering), but it was brilliant. The sky was gray and quiet there was no wind on our loop around the lake and I felt like I was in England. It was serene and beautiful I gazed over the lake as our feet hit the trails totally lost in the tranquillity of that moment.

I finished strong and felt inordinately happy that I had "beat" my body in a seance and run hard despite a cold and body aches and the mental challenge of pushing yourself when you know you are not up-to-par. At the DRC club house afterwards some saint had brought Einstein Bagels for everyone and at home eating my tasted bagel loaded with honey nut cream cheese I was simply blissful.

2. After getting cleaned up I went to the Salvation Army to peruse their furniture inventory. I was about 15 min too late for a beautiful set from Pier 1 that was in perfect condition. I love going there: a. it reminds me of how very fortunate I am to have an option of buying something new vs the simple diversion of potentially finding a good deal and b. its fun hunting through their stuff-I once found this beautiful pair of slightly worn cowboy boots that I still ware today.

3. I followed my trip to SA with a stop at the downtown public library. I LOVE the library, I can literally feel my heart start to beat faster as I walk through the doors and my eyes greedily take in the rows of books, movies, and CD's. So much to learn about and enjoy right at my finger tips. The downtown library could be called a bit rough I suppose. I am fairly often the only white, female, non-employee patron. Additionally, on the main flour there are usually quite a few homeless looking people, sometimes fighting over the Internet or swaying back and forth and mumbling incoherent rhetoric, and sometimes just sitting quietly thumbing through books or magazines. (And no, they do not always smell pleasant.) Again its a good reminder of the world we live in-how easy it is to become ensconced in our little bubble of a life (for us near Park Cities) and not realize how blessed we are to be where we are have live the life we live.
I quickly filled my eco-friendly bag with DVD's for the weekend, some CD's and a few books. I was elated and jubilant upon filing a Masterpiece version of Jane Eyre that I had not seen.
Also, in a most unusual turn-of-events for me, I was hit on (in two different floors) by African American youths who work at the library. "how you doin?" with a slow un-clandestine gaze up and down my physiognomy & person seemed to be the pick-up line of the day. A quick flit of my "angry blue eyes" (as Anna and Sarah like to call them) and a curt "fine thank you" followed by an utterly dismissive nod and I realized I still have the ability to freeze a guy quite effectively. I actually think they were a bit taken aback by my lack of even a bit of embarrassment or uncertainty. Don't mess with me when I'm on a focused hunt at the DPL.

4. Later that afternoon after a pit stop at Taco Cabana I talked Myles into going to Northpark with me, and as we were driving over I was thinking what a paradoxical day it was. From Salvation Army where large Latin family's loaded up worn couches in their weathered pickup trucks, to the Downtown Library which aside from the rows of books, could have been a street corner on the south side of Dallas, to Northpark of all places where materialism hangs heavy in the air. How to absorb it all?

Banana Republic was having a ridiculous sale so I picked up a couple of things there, and then headed to Macy's for Bonus time and Victoria's Secret to use my birthday coupons. We went to Sprinkles afterwards I wanted to celebrate my good sales and got the Peanut Butter Chocolate Cupcake which Jodi and I have decided undoubtedly is worth every calorie.

5. I spent the rest of the afternoon reading and watching movies.

6. Impromptu dinner with Paul and Katie was a blast at a place called Cowboy Chow, I selected brisket layered with mashed potatoes, Texas caviar and cheese severed in a pickling jar-it was delish and I highly recommend you try it out.

7. Myles went to bed after that to try and beat his flu symptoms and I stayed up to watch Jane Eyre until my eyes started drooping. Brilliant.

8. Sunday-Church was so good. I am truly inspired every week by Chris' messages and it makes me want strive to be a better Christian and follow after God's heart more diligently in the coming week.

9. Finished Jane Eyre while Myles napped. (it was 6 hours long after all.)

10. Quick trip to Highland Park Village to use my Anthropology b-day coupon. I should just never go there. I might have gone a little insane but amoung other things I did get the CUTEST dress to ware on my b-day. http://www.anthropologie.com/: Type in The Grand-Holiday Dress. Its just lovely.

Anyway-I know I haven't updated in a while and instead of going back I just decided to tell you what a great and boring weekend I had.

More Brunch Pictures

2008-12-13T05:58:00.000-08:00

Attendees (darn-I didn’t get a group picture) Anna, Sarah, Donatella, Mom, Grandma, Faith, Leah, Sarah G, Marjorie, Jenny, Amy, Debbie, Jen (Nille-you were REALLY missed). The spread.->

(My mom-I LOVE her!!!) Here are some more pictures of the brunch. Our little town home was full and happy-it was wonderful. We finished off the day with a craft, making Christmas coasters which turned out beautifully. (I need to take some pictures of mine.)

Christmas Brunch.

2008-12-04T12:18:00.000-08:00

Myles is the most amazing tree lighter. Several people asked if we had a pre-lite tree. BLAHH. I love real trees. The way they smell and the trip out to find the perfect one. Its like a tresure hunt. And this year-Myles and I hit the golden ornement. After going to the local nursury we realized that while out of college (yes) Paying > $100 for a tree is still above the McCormack price threshold (no). (Gosh-what is it about the Park Cities and price gouging). So we headed to ole faithful-Home Depot. Unlike the aforementioned posh nursery where the trees were all neatly displaced in orderly lines-branches out getting watered in organic cans-the trees at Home Depot were not even out of their twine. Myles and I wondered up and down looking and feeling a bit lost before I, in typical sanguine fashion, made friends with the cashier who let me borrow her clippers. Towards the back of an unceremonious pile of bound trees my eyes hit on one that didn't look like it was already dead. And I said: "well, lets try it". we unbound the tree and after a few very hard shakes to get the branches down we both looked at each other. PERFECT! And honestly. It was the best bit of luck because it is the most beautiful real tree I have ever seen. Its perfect!!!!
I still feel like kid at Christmas when decorating and putting everything out. There is just something so pure and so fun about the festive way the house looks after its done or the soft glow of the tree. In any case-we had everything up by Saturday night. YEAH.

My First-Commence the Season Holiday Brunch.
I got it into my head that I wanted to do a Christmas brunch somewhere between watching a Giada show where she had a Bellini bar to finding the perfect recipe for a Mediterranean tart.

It was a lot of fun. More pictures later.

Marjorie's Married!!!

2008-11-07T14:46:00.001-08:00

Marjorie had a beautiful wedding. It was wonderful and crazy to see her walk down the aisle, my amazing friend since diapers. I could not have been happier for her. Kelley came in town from Boston and Ronni flew in from LA. It was wonderful to see them and laugh and be together. Its amazing how even though we don't see each other as much as we used to-the instant we are together there is that blanket of comfort...of knowing you are around a close old friend.

Life Snapped

2008-10-28T10:18:00.001-07:00

Because a picture is worth a thousand words.....(and I've been a little crazy lately).

Myles and I at the Gala Grand Opening of the Joule. WOW. It was bar-none the most amazing event I have ever been to. (We later found out that those not on the VIP list paid $1,000 to get in that night.) Favorite Hotel: Joule Dallas. Favorite Lounge: PM (Joule hotel.) I won't bore you with the lavish decadence that was flaunted on each different level (Kobe beef slider anyone?) however, I will say that when we made it to the penthouse, there was a grand spread of the most delectable deserts I have ever eaten, or seen accompanied by none other that tall glasses of sparkling champagne. I almost took some of the little chocolate truffles and stuffed them into my handbag, however I did remember myself just in time. (Thankfully).

Sister night in Dallas. (Yes roof top bar. Amazing.)

Flowers from my man. He is wonderful. (And sometimes works until 2am).

Welcome back to TEXAS Scott and Paula!!!

Lucy's Married

2008-07-13T17:22:00.001-07:00

My honey is the most handsome man-I love him!

It was beautiful!

Recent Events

2008-07-10T18:30:00.001-07:00

Dan and Sarah came to stay with me while Myles was traveling. It was a ton of fun. Dan is thanking me for taking him to Chuy's.

Myles and I headed down to the hill county for our 1 year anniversary. It was so much fun! I really feel like I feel-in-love with him all over again, and yet more than before. It made me realize just how important it is to take time off to just be together.

I totally dropped the ball on taking pictures-but we both really enjoyed hiking around Enchanted Rock, and then having an amazing lunch at the famous Coopers in Llano.

I love traveling. Next year...Buenos Aires. Anyone in?

FUN WEEKEND!!!!

2008-06-03T19:07:00.001-07:00

Congratulations AMY! Great party and fun times seeing my college roomies and ACU friends! Looking forward to Lucy's nuptials and getting to hang out more-(I love laughing with you all). You never looked better girls!

Concert in the Gardens for my mom's birthday-it was wonderful!!!

I love my hubby and my family!!!!

What are You Doing at 6:15 am on Saturday?

2008-05-26T09:01:00.000-07:00

Beep beep…beep beep…beep BEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!. The alarm goes off and I awake in disbelief that morning has come so quickly. As I lean over to kiss Myles on the shoulder, and hear his incoherent “good luck” the thought hits me as it always does on Saturday mornings: “Am I insane”? Honestly, who in their right mind willing gets up early on a Saturday to push their body to the limit in a race leaving their groggy and oh-so-sexy husband asleep in a warm cosy bed? I push the thought aside, and stumble like a drunk to the kitchen and the smell of fresh coffee lifts my spirits instantly. (Shout out to the inventor of the programmable coffee maker.) After my first cup of coffee and ½ a banana I’ve almost forgot my insanity. I get ready with my sister in a running outfit laid out the night before, we grab our ipods, and a bottle of water and hit the door. In typical sister form we are running late to the race, and after a near collision and scramble to find a parking place we start jogging towards the start, and ½ way there we hear the gun go off. “HURRY” I yell to Anna, adrenaline pumping as I make a split second decision to run as a bandit and forgo my timed entry rather than start the race late. We pick up with the pack less than 2/10 of a mile from the start and we’re off. Despite the fact that we are late, and we had hopped to make a pit stop before the start, I’m feeling great. Amazing in fact, and quickly realize I’m going to run a fast race. I fly down the first stretch of the 5 miler barely stopped to throw back some water, and at the turn around I still feel strong, picking up speed the cool morning air giving me wings. I finished the race with a PR-it was wonderful. And then there is was, that feeling crossing the finish line, the euphoric sense of accomplishment-the sense of winning. No I didn’t win, the race, didn’t come in first in my age group, and was passed towards the end by a lean man pushing a stroller. However, I won for myself; my 8:20 split was my fasted 5 mile pace ever. I won against myself. Anna soon joined me and we headed to the refreshment tables. We found a sunny stop to sit in the warm grass, and enjoy our bounty: egg and potato filled taquitos, pizza, fruit, and beer. Yes, low calorie ice cold beer. I’m quite sure I’ve never had beer and pizza at 9am and its never tasted so good. A personal best, a beautiful day, the drug like endorphins cursing through my body, and a profound feeling of camaraderie with the 2k+ runners. Then I remember. This is why I keep coming back. This is why I run.

What does the Smell of Warm Concrete Mean to You?

2008-04-25T13:17:00.000-07:00

Can a smell truly conjure up a memory? Is it possible to long for a place like you long for a person? What is the essence of an emotion? What does missing something truly mean? Am I living for a past that will never again be? Or hoping for a possible future and a reality that is different than my memory?

Walking downtown a few days ago to pick up my lunch the warm sun was beating down on the concrete of downtown. It smelled like New York in the summer. And a wave of nostalgia rolled over me and I wanted to cry from the passion of it. Cry with missing a life that I adored and a love affair I was involved in with a city. Cry from the jagged way I had to break up with my city just at a point when we had come to an understanding and supreme appreciation for each other. Cry because I didn't get to see another New York fall, didn't get to run the NYC Marathon as a New Yorker, cry because I never have that feeling walking home from work, that this is my dream and I'm living it.

Perhaps if I had spent a few more awful winters in the city my memories would be tainted with bleak thoughts of dirty snow, and cold so sharp it hurts your teeth when you smile and the short days and long dark nights. Perhaps if I had a few more years of making a good salary and yet feeling poor from the effects of living on the money sucking island, transporting myself back and forth from The City to Texas and and living where opportunities abound to do and see and shop I would long for the sunny Texas sky and ease of life here. But I didn't. And I don’t. And now I must life with the ache.

AFI DALLAS International Film Festival

2008-04-01T13:51:00.000-07:00

My sisters and I got tickets to the Dallas Film Festival last week to see Then She Found Me. A delightful, albeit bitter sweet saga of family relationships, lost love, and soul-mates discovered. (You see, we all three harbor secret crushes on Colin Firth the films leading man, or perhaps its just his rendition of Mark Darcy in both the BBC version of Pride and Prejudice and the modernized Bridget Jones Diary portrayal of that oh so delish character). It was really by chance that we were there on the opening night gala event. As we walked up to the stately Majestic theater, and saw the press crowd hovering and the red carpet entrances of Mickey Rooney, Josh Brolin, Bill Paxton, Lucile Bacall, Sydney Pottier, and the honoree Helen Hunt. (Not to name drop or anything). We were thrilled to the very core of our closet movie star obsessions. We all looked cute I'd say, but seeing the fashionable entrances of the stars and fellow Dallas socialites, we resolved that next year we will come dressed to the nines and pretend we are some aspiring soon-to-be-discovered actresses or song wrights. (Pictures to come later ANNA SEND THEM TO ME!)

http://www.pegasusnews.com/news/2008/mar/28/afi-dallas-2008-opening-night-gala/

Dream Cafe

2008-03-26T15:42:00.001-07:00

Myles and I love to take advantage of "meal deals" in our area. It gives me a reason not to cook and we don't have the inevitable "guilt pangs" for spending money and eating out on a “School night”. (Not that I don't like to cook-I do actually, but come on girls, after a 9-10 hour day who feels like doing ANYTHING in the kitchen.)

Best Deals:
All Good Cafe: Buy-one-get-one-free entree--Tuesday nights (BEST chicken fried chicken EVER)
Sonic: Buy-one-get-one-free burger--Tuesdays
Steel: Free Sushi Buffet--Wednesday night from 5-7
Campisies: Pizza Buffet--Weeknights 5-7
And our all time favourite:
Dream Cafe:50% off entrees--Monday and Tuesday all night.
We patronized this lovely eclectic establishment last night and with great choices like stuffed squash,Greek pitas, John's Veggie burger, tofu salad, and (my favourite so far) grilled chicken breast sandwich with melted brie, bacon, on a toasted baguette its simply delightful! I was eating this very sandwich yesterday-enjoying the lovely evening and being outside with my honey (feeling like a Euro :). As I polished off the last of said sandwich our Latin waiter walked up and looking down at my plate with something like shock and dismay he exclaim “oh-I thoughta for sure I was going to haf to bring you a to do box.” Silence. How does one respond to that exactly? Joy that he thinks I’m small and couldn’t finish it? Embarrassment that he thinks I eat like a pig…..? I replied with “yes, it was yummy and I guess I'm a healthy eater” deciding that humor was needed and after he walked away Myles and I had a pretty good laugh about it….after all, if you can’t laugh at yourself well....

Jenny's Married

2008-03-21T06:41:00.000-07:00

Jen’s wedding was absolutely GORGEOUS! From the brilliant flowers and creative center pieces, to the fresh green archways, to grandmother’s antique tea kettles, the general atmosphere was just lovely-thoughtful, graceful and charming.
Dancing is one of my favorite things-I am married to a wonderful man. (Thank you Lord!)
It is fun to be a bridesmaid, around for every moment of the event- every emotion that is displayed. I liked being a part the wedding-liked being there for Jen on her big day. I guess its partly because my wedding is till so fresh in my mind, and it was one of the most amazing days...and getting to experience that first hand for someone else rocks.
Ronni and Hubby Kyle stayed with Myles and me-having them was great and made me think what fun times we have ahead of us.

Afterwards a few of us headed over to the ZA-ZA to toast the newly married couple-brilliant! It was the perfect ending to a wonderful day. (WARNING: Za Za martinis are VERY strong.)
1 down 3 more to go. Loving every min.

Weekend Update

2008-03-10T14:46:00.000-07:00

First of all shout out to LUCY!!!! She's gettin married folks! Ahhh, I loved being engaged, its such a sweet fun time in life.
Saturday went to Jen's bridesmaids luncheon which was just so lovely and thoughtful in every way. I hope that our generation will be able to continue with elegance in a truly southern way.

All else was pretty low-key, and because I don't have anything hugely excited to say I'll recount a story that my very best New York friend told me Sunday in our phone chat.

So Molly, and are I constantly deciding to live our lives, and do crazy things, and travel etc, except last weekend she decided to actually DO IT. After finding a ticket to Barcelona for $350, her and a friend decided to trek across the ocean for a quick weekend trip to Europe. Incidentally it happened to be the weekend of the Barcelona marathon. Perfect, muses Molly, I can run 18 miles of it as a training run (b/c she is planning to run the Boston Marathon in April.) At the expo the excitement of the moment hits and in perfect and wonderful Molly fashion she says.."What the h$ll, when am I ever going to be in Barcelona"...and proceeds to sign up, and RUN THE ENTIRE RACE. GOSH I LOVE IT! You rock girl!

Vote?

2008-03-04T07:24:00.000-08:00

I voted. Its a right, a privilege, and an obligation.

From a colleague of mine who understands better than I.

"As a Combat Veteran... I just wanted to take a moment to remind and encourage you to get out and cast a ballot today if physically possible. It's up to you to decide who to vote on, this is not a partisan solicitation in any way, shape or form; just a reminder of your civic duty and the fact that millions of your countrymen and women have paid the ultimate sacrifice for you to have that right - even this very day soldiers, sailors, airmen and marines stand watch across the globe, from the Demilitarized Zone of Korea, to a traffic control point in Baquba, to a ship off the Horn of Africa to the Tomb of the Unknowns in our nation's capital. They do this quietly and without asking for anything in return. I just ask of you as citizens of the United States and the Great State of Texas, to do right by them and vote!

Dave"

Did you?

Update

2008-03-02T18:29:00.001-08:00

Just a quick update. I haven't felt very inspired lately with any deep thought to share (As my former roomie always used to ask.) But here goes.

Amy's wedding was beautiful and seeing an old high school friend so happily united was lovely. Daniel gives the best kisses. Family rocks.
Jen's last bridal shower was amazing. It was uplifting to hear the years of advise and wisdom from the godly women in her family and church. She was beautiful and was blessed with some awesome stuff for her new home.
On Sunday we went to see Anna's wedding venue and she picked her table-she's going to use red instead of green, but its so gorgeous and fun-her 50's themed wedding is so unique already.

Valentines Party

2008-02-18T16:44:00.001-08:00

Last weekend we celebrated the day of love by hosting a Valentines Day Fajita Dinner Party. If was a ton of fun and you can see in the pictures that a pre-requistie for entrance was to ware RED. (Sisters are the BEST!!!!) My cousin Leah who is an amazing party planner, hosted with me and helped cover our "tondo" in red! Balloons, plates, candy; it was all red with hearts and love roses creating a festive atmosphere. We played "blow a bubble", "Love Themed" Pictonay (most difficult phrase: Saint Valentine) and Sing. Great times. Highlights of the evening:
Belting Out "You are Loved" (Sing a song with the word.....) The spontaneous dance party at the end of the evening, my sisters Sangria (not for the faint of heart) and just talking with my sisters, Jeremy and Myles after the party was over.

Houston

2008-02-10T15:22:00.000-08:00

Myles and I headed down to Houston on Saturday to celebrate his dad's 70th birthday and I've decided that while a rather ugly drive, it’s a great little road trip. Ever since we got the Audi we seem to make the journey in record time, even to the point of being compelled to stretch the truth a tad about just how fast we drive. I feel Ebby (my car) was created to fly down the German autobahn. She is brilliant-get her going about 85-90 MPH and she's simply hums in seeming bliss-like she's a Grey Hound that's finally let out to really run..... Anyway I digress.
The birthday was fun and low key and I think the highlight was getting to play with Jack and Molly. After my hiatus to New York, my budding relationship and plans to be the "favourite aunt" were developing slowly at best but over the holidays I feel we really bonded and it’s been so much fun! Molly is into being a princess, which couldn't delight me more, and she loves to paly "en character". My play name is Princess Sophia. :) There is something so cute about her flitting around the house saying" Princess Sophia would like some water...Princess Sophia...did you get lost in the forest?". I love it! Being an Aunt is a gift.

Myles and Me

2008-02-07T16:32:00.000-08:00

This one is for LUCY!!!! I love my hubby and being married ROCKS. Honestly, I'm not just saying that because it’s what I'm supposed to say...or how I'm supposed to feel. I love it. Being with your best friend and your lover all the time is brilliant and wonderful. That day might come when I get the itch to oh, make some dramatic change like move to New York or Dubai with a month’s notice, and realize that my life is irrevocably tied to someone else. But tied in a beautiful godly way-in a lasting way that makes my life richer-and makes me better-(and after all who’s to say he won’t want to go as well…LOL)

Opinion VS Apathy?

2008-02-04T15:24:00.000-08:00

My parents have always been politically involved and at a tender age I became a campaigner myself. I remember working my first phone bank and hanging up yard signs for David Williams (a conservative candidate for Fort Worth sheriff). At his victory party-feeling like my contributions actually made a difference I was hooked. And later as a page for the Republican State convention I got to "work" the stage as (then Governor) Bush gave a speech-shaking my hand as he walked away and sending me with a message to the "pit" which apparently no one was supposed to know about. Ah it was electric, and breathing in that environment with people who wanted to change, and felt they could...marked me. I think it immeasurably better for one to have an opinion, even if in violet contrast to my own, rather than be jailed by the apathy that binds so many of "my generation".
This election is charged and interesting-I feel its shaping the future in many ways. However,as the Texas primary approaches March 5th I’m still in a quandary. Not to say I haven’t made up my mind...6 times in fact. I’ve marched my way like a Roman footmen through the list of candidates: Giuliani-- Huckabee--Obama--Giuliani--McCain--Romney. Feeling at different points that I had found the candidate for me-only to discovery that my decision for various reasons didn’t sync. I don't know what I'll do in 1 month. I do know that when I make up my mind, I want to go apply myself whole-heartedly and whether I’m happy with the outcome or not, for the next four years I’ll know that I tried to make a difference working towards the "Change" that I felt was right. Thoughts anyone? Do you feel the same undecided anguish?

Weddings-The 2nd Coming

2008-02-02T05:49:00.000-08:00

Sh0ut out to Lauren Bills who got married last Saturday. Myles and I headed down to Huntsville to see the nuptials and wish the couple well. One of the highlights of the trip was getting to see Ronni Jean, Tiffany, and Chevon. I realize again just how awesome my college friends are. Isn't it funny how its when you are with someone you haven’t seen in a while, in that moment the reality hits of just how much you miss their company. More to come on ACU 5 Year reunion-Ronnie and I are cooking up something awesome! Well, Lauren's wedding has kicked off for me "Wedding Mania 2008". She is to be followed by a high school friend in February, Jen's wedding in March, My sisters wedding in October, and my best friend Marjorie's wedding the next weekend. I have a strong reasonable suspicion that my cousin will be married this year as well, and I feel when its finished I will have been a bridesmaid 4 times in 2008. This however, is a delight to me because I've decided there is nothing more fun than being involved in a wedding, especially when its not your own. :) I suppose I say this in order to submit a small viewer discretion warning: blogs might become wedding themed. And now you will know that I'm not still obsessing about being a bride myself. But rather, simply enjoying the coming unions of my friends.

Consistency...do I know the definition?

2006-07-13T12:32:00.000-07:00

Consistency….a character I must needs develop in areas outside running and healthy eating. I did so intend to keep this online Journal of my life, but, somehow I can not seem to get into the habit of writing the updates. But, its never to late to try again, so here we go and my goal will be at least one update a week.

My brothers (John 16, David 13) were in town last weekend, and we had a rioustous good time exploring the city and seeing the sights, they are both now taller than me, which is a strange feeling when I remember that I used to shave my legs sitting on the edge of the tub while they had their nightly bath….It seems like so many years ago…Anyhoo…I showed them “my city” and on Monday when they were on there own, they managed fine, traversing from the Upper West Side, down to SOHO, and then to Gremaldi’s for some famous Brooklyn pizza. They amaze me for sure. We went to picnic in Bryant Park and watch a movie, which was fun until the movie started….every heard of Bullet? Well…there is a reason for that…its AWEFUL!

Now, I am eating a salad at my desk, and feeling sore from the hill workout my running group did yesterday. OUCH, 6.3 miles all together, it kicked my behind for sure. I’m training for the New York City ½ marathon at the end of Aug, and although I cried my eyes out for 3 days when I didn’t make the *real* marathon, I am pumped for this ½. Running with 10,000 others through Times Square should be a great experience.

So I thought I should write a normal update, when I’m not oozing over some happening and ga-ga in love with New York. I’ve tried to prepare myself for the inevitable: when I leave. And I think I’ll have the feeling that I’m breaking up with a guy. And I will be sad for a while, and miss *him*, and then time will east the pain and I will move on-just as you do at the end of a relationship.

For now though, I’m going down to 36th to see a sample sale (who can resist designer flip flops at 85% off?). And I will continue my love affair with NY.

1 Year Anniversary X 2

2006-05-20T19:07:00.000-07:00

Today was the 1 year anniversary of my very first 10 K, and my first run in Central Park- The New York Health Kidney Race. It was a great day for running, and fun to remember that day a year past… when I was trying to decide if I was ready to make the big move to the city. Funny to remember what the park looked like, when I didn’t know, every turn, hill, lamppost, and mile marker. This time, I knew exactly where I was and how far I needed to go. Funny to think that the park looked so different to me, not because it had changed…but because I had changed.

I didn’t give myself enough time to get to central park west, and I had to race the mile down to the start line. I chucked my hoodie under a table yelling at the disturbed women, “I don’t care if it gets stolen, I’m Laaaaaaaaaaaaaaate.!” I had to crawl over the fence in with the 6 min milers (men mostly) and my first mile I ran totally on adrenalin When I saw that my pace was 7.30 I was worried, “you are going to pay for that later Lisa” The rest of the race I was hurting, but I ran hard, almost puking twice but feeling good b/c I knew I was pushing myself and ended up with a 9.10 pace, which is close enough to the 8’s for me to be happy. I ‘m addicted! The rush you feel when you cross that finish line….legs wobbling, feeling ready to pass out, it’s amazing. The camaraderie with the 7,000 others who woke up early on a Saturday to push their bodies hard on the difficult Central Park loop. New York is the most competitive running city in the world-and I’m so proud to be living and running as a part of that group.

I went with my running group to Fred’s for brunch on the Upper West Side after the race, and no omelet and raisin toast has ever tasted so good. It’s these moments, that make the trials of living here, the cost, the people, the rudeness, all fade away.

This is my dream, I’m living it. An apartment near Central Park, and running a race on Saturday as a New Yorker, not just a visiting guest. IF you have a dream-GO FOR IT! There will be trials, it will be hard at times, but you will sore to heights, experience moments that will make all the tears worth it.

42 miles, 30,000 Bikers, 5 Boros. 1 Great Day!

2006-05-09T06:05:00.000-07:00

Sunday I woke up early to ride the famous 5 Boro Bike Ride, developing a sore butt and camaraderie with the 30,000 other riders who participated. It was a brilliant day, bright, sunny, and refreshingly chilly. We started in Central Park, headed up to the Bronx, then down to Queens, continuing on to Brooklyn, where by that decent hour on a Sunday morning, people were gathered to watch, cheer, and kids were set up selling waters and lemonade. It was fabulous.
Different from my usually Sunday races in central park, I was not concerned with my split time, gaining points for my team, or attaining a PR (personal record.) We were just out to have a good time, stopping at every rest station, and stocking up. (I now have 26 cereal bars, some healthy fruit roll up things, and 10 bananas, which I’m ripening until they are black and in eatable to turn into banana bread.)
It was an amazing experience, and one that I hope to repeat. The last 3 miles were ridding over the Verezzano Bridge, (the 2nd longest bridge in the US) to get over to Staten Island, it was beautiful, and such a unique experience-I loved it.
5 Boros…..5 Bridges….5 rest stations, and a million wonderful memories.

And what would any run or ride be without a stop for a few beers….we rode the ferry back into Manhattan, and then went to an old worn out bar Patriot in the downtown area to celebrate out accomplishment before continuing up the Hudson River and over to the UES. Yes another experience to add to my collection of living in this amazing city.

Tribeca Film Festival

2006-04-27T05:55:00.000-07:00

Last night went to see Akeelah and the Bee for the Tribeca Film Festival. IT WAS BRILLIANT! I strongly encourage everyone to go, the sold out crowd was laughing hysterically together and fighting tears all throughout the movie.

It is pretty cool, we got to meet the director and Akeelah’s teacher, a supporting actress in the film. They came down and said a few things about the movie and gave us some insider gossip which is always fun.

I have a feeling this blog is going to turn into some kind of “New York City Praise Forum”. As I’m sure I will continue to reiterate my feelings of love for this great city, and all the wonderful things it has to offer. Perhaps if I had started “blogging” in the winter months or during the times I was moving and furniture hunting I would be singing a different ditty, but I have this euphoric ability to remember the bright moments in my past, while substantially fading the ugly ones over time. Moral of the story, write when I’m exasperated about the city, and then all will come out balanced.

Ok Kel, how is that? I’m going to start writing more often, I guess I was thinking I had to have some HUGE inspiration and write something fabulous, but this entry is rather just an update.

AMY!!!!!!!!!!!!! I’m sooooooooooo excited! For those who don’t know, I’m going to make the 4 hour $ 40.00 ROUND TRIP bus ride to WASHINTON D.C. to help her fight for the rights of doctors at DO DAY ON THE HILL….(OK OK OK AND do a little catching up and dancing…) Nothing like seeing your best friend…..the Lincoln Monument, and cutting a rug to the smooth beats of new salsa music.

Good Friday

2006-04-14T06:36:00.000-07:00

WOW, if only every day was Good Friday, my 20 min commute to work was BRILLANT, the absence of people was amazing, no pushing, no touching, no one breathing on me with nasty, coffee, morning breath….just a calm, comfortable ride. I liked it. Especially considering I was hauling bags and my face was still red from my 4 mile run this morning.

I’m heading to HOUSTON for the weekend to hang out with Myles and his family, should be a lot of fun, and I’m SOOOOOOOOOO LUCKY b/c I get to see LAUREN, the sweet wonder girl who is synonymous in my mind with laughing hysterically and freshman year, and my life-long friend Bekah Sneed…(We go way back to taking baths together, campfire girls, and getting spanked by my parents for staying up too late building fabulous doll houses! I CAN’T WAIT!)

Hope everyone has a WONDERFUL Easter, and lets not forget what the Lord did for us.

Spring, Yellow Flowers and Appreciating the Small Things…

2006-04-11T19:06:00.000-07:00

Walked home tonight and the full moon seemed to be smiling down on my path as the balmy air brushed my face in gentle whirls. I find myself again falling in love with this magnificent city. After the long, cold, and dreary winter-life is everywhere. The yellow daffodils are dotting every corner and sidewalk tree- laughing as if to say: “here we are its spring time its spring time, winters gone its spring time its spring time.” Formerly barren trees have turned white and frothy- elegantly ornamenting the park and city streets. Central park is such a curious mix of the gray of winter and the bright brilliance of spring. I’ve never appreciated a sunny day more, or the gloriousness of yellow flowers peaking up out of the drab ground-blessing my eyes with their gracefulness as I run by. I am ever moved by beauty and grace, and the way Spring has come into New York makes my heart ache with the splendor of it.

Living in the city teaches me everyday to appreciate every small gift that life brings, a friendly smile on the subway, a night so fresh, yet warm enough to keep the windows open, an elderly man with sparkling eyes and a cane walking through the park, smoking a pipe deep in thought with the wisdom and dignity of age eluding from the top of his smart hat to the bottom of his warn yet polished shoes…..the sun, and running outside in a tee shirt and shorts.

I didn’t like New York much this winter, but now I see why people stay…its like an addiction that gets into your blood, you hate the city and the cold and the long dark nights-the freazing wind slapping you in the face every time you step outside….and then…you wake up one morning, and your favorite restaurant has pulled its outside tables out of storage, Sunday brunchers are enjoying banana-split french toast and feta cheese omelets, people walk around with a lighter step, they smile more, walk to work gazing up at the world blossoming around them, laugh a little harder. So my window is open, my scarves and heavy sweaters are on my bed, ready to be packed away and with them every last drab thought and uninspiring day.

I’ve made it through my first northern winter. I’ve arrived in Spring and my romantic heart could not be more thrilled walking down Park Avenue, to my tiny studio on the Upper East Side, than if I was a model with a pent house in midtown. It’s on these days that I remember how truly blessed I am to be living my dream.....and it’s more amazing than even I could have imaged it to be. My sister has a quote on the wall in her bedroom: "This day, this moment- this is your life."

2006-02-10T07:40:00.000-08:00

Last night I went out with some friends from work and we had the most amazing tai food. I was literally in heaven. It could have been that I was just starving (huge shocker) and a Junior Bacon Cheese Burger could have satisfied me as well, but, holly Moses, it was a fun time and great food.

The restaurant was in Hells Kitchen, just off Times Square-known for the aspiring actors who live there-the insanely rich who want to live within walking distance of their high-dollar jobs, and then those who stay on what I call the “shady” streets that haven’t been revamped and inflated until you have to live paycheck to paycheck just to pay to settle in a closet where you won’t be accosted by homeless people and you won’t have to cross over a bridge of tunnel to get to The City.

Anyway, I digress…..so I opted out of going to see the off-Broadway play, I’ve been out and about every night this week, and I just needed to chill. But I did want to head to Macy’s in Harold’s Square on 34th St to look at some picture frames and lust over Coach purses.
Macy’s in New York is my favorite department store-far surpassing the more glamorous and sleek Bloomingdales, and the overt ostentatiosness of Sakes 5th Ave. Macy’s has this unique historical quality. And every time I ride down those original wooden escalators I am filled with a sense of history and can imagine that I am Doris Day or Katherine Hepburn, wearing 3 inch pumps and dark red lipstick-bantering with Cary Grant looking and sounding like a sophisticated high-class siren. I’m a romantic and those wooden steps represent something that hasn’t been usurped by the fast pace and changefulness of the most amazing city on the earth. They may be slower and more clamors than their new metal counterparts, but they are warm and cheery and for a few moments riding down to house wares or up to women’s dresses…my life can sit back and just breath, and in my own personal time machine I can reflect on a time past and a type of class that modern day movie starts and fashionable people have never quite been able to recapture.

I can't believe I'm doing this.

2006-02-06T12:02:00.000-08:00

I distinctly remember the first time someone told me to "go to there blog and check out their life". I was at a wedding, (ah the joy of seeing old friends, and the annoyance of running into people you usually try to avoid.) Go to your what? You want me to go on the internet and read about your LIFE? The idea was insulting and I instantly vow, with a fake southern smile plastered on my face: “I will never have a blog.” Conceit defined. So why, I’m asking myself even as I write….am I doing this….?