Sledding on a blanket of Mash!!!

As a child I <3′d Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs. Not just loved, OBSESSED! Read it EVERY NIGHT!

Back-story: My mother had this best friend J, who would come every summer to visit. This man completely creeped me out and being the reserved child I was, would egg on my dad about his lack of superiority in his own house. How could he let another man who was OBVIOUSLY in love with his wife spend not one, but TWO weeks in our home. My distaste for this man was only to be illuminated some years later when he brought his children to visit as well. That we will save for another day! At 12 I could put Blair Waldorf to shame! I plotted against him throwing more fuel to the fire (my father) every chance I had. Now, its not even that he ENTIRELY creeped me out (he did a bit, but he was really just a misguided man who sucked at love), he took over our TV, he ate all the good food and he NEVER brought me presents. Gauntlet was thrown! Snack on my creamy Jiff peanut butter, eat the last of my gooey fruit snacks ; fine – BUT, refuse me presents as a guest in my house…How DAAAREYou! Even Grandma, with her paper plates and q-tips as gifts, scored more points than you…asshole!

Well, J finally scored a chick and of course had to bring her up from his hillbilly town in Georgia just to show my mom he still had game. Yes, she may have been a bit awkward, perhaps talk too slow for my liking and most definitely had awful fashion sense…but home-girl scored on the presents; make-up and books. WIN! It is as if she knew this book was about to change my life. I even remember how meticulously she wrapped it in tissue paper and handed it over as if she was giving me an A+ on a piece that I wrote for my senior thesis. I tore through the paper and was immediately mesmerized: Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs.

I decided to Wiki it see what they have to say: “The book describes the town of Chewandswallow, where the weather comes three times a day, at breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and is always food and beverages. The rain is juice and soup, the snow is mashed potatoes, and the wind brings hamburgers. However, when floods and storms of food come – creating dilemmas such as the school getting smothered beneath a giant pancake, forcing it to close, a ketchup tornado, and giant meatballs crushing the town – the town must do something to survive.”

As a child, could you have ever heard of anything more perfect?!?!

Welp, today has now taken this to an utmost high. They made it into a film! Yes, a MOVIE!!!!! And none other than the Love of My Life…Andy Samberg is involved! This has brought back the child in me.

Today is a great day! I just wish my book wasn’t in NJ so I could happily read it tonight before I go out.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cloudy_with_a_Chance_of_Meatballs

Style Me

I am obsessed with fashion and personal style. Have been sine I was a child. At the age of 6, I grabbed a gold lame dress with big shoulder pads - it was the 80's this was acceptable - and told my mother, "Look at this, isn't it beautiful!" She thought, Oh GOD! She will be a fashion designer. My mom was completely happy to support this dream, though. She read Vogue Magazines to me when I was in the womb. This was of her making!

Fast forward 20 years - oh God, I have to stop doing that...20 years! YIKES! - and here I am, in the fashion industry. Mother's do always know best! My personal style is a mixture of hippie chic with a touch of glam, a dab of rock and roll and some classic basics. I love experimenting with fashion and trying new looks. My friends laugh when I walk in wearing something new. I was labeled a Chinese Hooker when I wore an Asian inspired floral satin blouse, Meggins Leggins when I was the first one to show up with leggings and a denim skirt, Crazy Bag Lady when I wore a poncho and over sized sunglasses...granted, some looks have not been my best, but hell, I was having fun!!! And that's what fashion is to me!

My new fetish is flapper / 1920's siren. The hippie headbands have been cleaned out, and I am longing to experiment with a flapper dress and some serious head gear.

In comes Maison Michel. This site is exactly what I have been look for!!!! And, le sigh, its based in Paris. I am definitely adding that to my Paris day trip because getting it London would just take away from the experience!! Oh, the life of a European Jet Setter - sort of.

The one on the left is my fave! Oh and its Milla Jovovich, and ahem..photo by Karl Lagerfeld!

REASON 1,586,493 WHY I MISS LIVING IN NY

In today's NYT Urban Eye daily news feed....

MUSIC, NIGHTLIFE
Last Splash
It’s — sniff! — the last pool party of the summer. Head to East River State Park on Sunday to catch the Baltimore band Beach House (“overdubbed girl-group la-la’s, circus tootling and glimmers of the Beatles alongside the echoes of 1990s dream pop,” is how Jon Pareles described them) and Grizzly Bear, the Brooklyn group whose “Two Weeks” has vied for indie song-of-the-summer status. Stop by the party at Public Assembly afterward for free beer and dancing. For more grooving, check out the Brooklyn Soul Festival at the Bell House. It features a half-dozen classic belters, many of whom rarely perform, as well as D.J.’s and grub from Five Spot Soul Food.


Image from Pool Party 2009 Flickr - God I wish I was there!!! A BK Sigh!!

Subliminal Messages

Email Subject: Table booked for 8pm - DO NOT BE LATE MEAGHAN

My friends know me so well!

My own fish tank

I have this weird thing with eating. I never eat any animal (well, no animals at the moment - veggie here I come!) that I would keep as a pet, or that I find disgusting. Fish always fell into the pet category. April the goldfish was my first pet, and surprisingly lived a very long life in goldfish terms. She even changed shades and sizes over the year! She was a miracle fish. (Note the sarcasm) I remember the day that I had to flush her down the toilet - I found her dead, there was no more tricking me! With the flush of April, went my desire to eat another fish finger - nearly 20 years ago. (God I am getting old! That's two decades of memories I can half ass recall)

Well, as part of my vegetarian diet, I have to include fish. So I am forcing myself. I know, its good for you, yadda yadda yadda...but I still do get a bit sad when I take a bite. I wish I could say this was me just being me, and a bit over the top, but unfortunately, I thought that The Little Mermaid depicted what really went down under the sea - cue Sebastian - and I will hold onto that child in me forever. I love fish nearly as much as I love fireworks - and that's a bold statement!


So, the best thing happened to me today - I found this video with a great song - Please don't go by Barcelona, and fishies!!!!! Throw it on HD, full screen, blast the music and sit back. Serenity now, serenity now.......


I wish I knew how to post a video, but since I don't - throw this in your browser...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u7deClndzQw

I tear up every time! It's amazing!!!!

Devil on a spreadsheet

=Emergency Contact List! Like I needed a piece of paper from work to remind me that I am single!!! Trust me, I was fully aware last night when all I needed was a cup of water and couldn’t muster up the energy to walk the seven steps..YES seven (I counted this morning to get a gage of how awful I felt, surprisingly not self inflicted this time!) till I hit my fridge, stocked with gorgeous bottled water, chilled to perfection. Cold and tasty. I always did prefer bathroom water, but that is at least another 10 steps and.....
Anyways, I digress…ok, let’s see…hmm, there’s… Mom and Dad, OH and I need someone in the country..GREAT! I have my reliable friend Party Boy. I just hope he picks up his damn phone in the event of an actual emergency!!! And if he could travel across town at 3am to fetch me a glass of water, I wouldn’t even need a boyfriend! Ok, slight exaggeration.

Something's Brewing...

“Trials and Tribulations of THAT Girl!” I realised last evening after several cups of tea and a whole lot of self reflection that, that should be the name of my book that I am never going to write, but will long to do. Hmm, do I sense a new LP (life plan) in the works?!?!

LP 1,076,524 – Novelist.

I could buy an old school typewriter and spend my days in the park typing about my life, the characters and the poor decisions I have once made. OR I could move to continental Europe and spend my days in a dusty villa drinking amazing vino as I pour my heart and soul out with each letter stamped onto the paper and meet a handsome man who I cannot communicate with, but we still fall madly in love. sigh (ok, maybe a little too Love Actually, but you get the point)

Not as outlandish as my Enviornmental Law LP WHICH I still think I should have just pursued! Arguing for the planet sounds like a pretty fulfilling life! Plus, it gives me an excuse to become a tree hugging hippie and where flip flops all day!

(Image is from Jpog. Just came across his flickr site last week and love the photography he is putting out there…just a little shout out from a fan!)