Effing Mosquitoes

I had an event on Wednesday night...the same event that I wore my lovely polka dotted skull dress to. Well, said event was outdoors. Even though its January it was humid and muggy. This is Miami after all. In Florida mosquitoes are a problem year round. With the possible exception of the 10 cold days we have a year.

We did not take that little fact into consideration while packing our supplies for the event. As my staff sat at registration and I stood at the front door to greet our guests the mosquitoes began to make their appearance known. By the time the sun went down I had killed more of them than I could count.

I didn't realize until yesterday night while I was showering how bad it was. I have always had an issue with mosquitoes. Its like whatever I put out into the universe is a sirens call for those little fuckers. (pardon my french) By the time I got out of the shower I had like 10 huge mosquito bites staring back at me from my legs.

The piece de resistance is the mosquito bite on the underside of my foot. Yes, you read right. The mosquito basically committed suicide to bite me. Bastard. On the plus side, they aren't as red today and my shoes kind of distract from the fact that my legs are covered in bites :-)

I realize it is hard to see the bites but seriously people this is the better leg, my left leg has two bites right on top of each other. I keep doing the little x's with my nails to no avail. These puppies itch like crazy!

(How very appropriate it is of me to totally put my leg on the desk for the above photo. Its a miracle I don't get fired I tell you)

The repercussions of a 5 year olds actions

As I was talking to DO-}- on Tuesday night I regaled him with this horrifying tale from my childhood. Its not really horrifying, it served to just show him how much of a pain in the ass I was, and still am to be quite honest. I may have actually prefaced the story with "You know, I don't think I've ever blogged this." So here it is for your reading enjoyment...

I am not an orange juice drinker. Never have been. In fact I much prefer the deliciousness that is Sunny D or Tang to OJ. Don't judge me. I prefer apple juice, mango juice or fruit punch. Yes, technically fruit punch is a punch not a juice but here at ROASLM we don't care about those little technicalities. So far the sake of this story fruit punch is a juice.

One balmy night when I was five, my mom was in the kitchen cooking dinner while my dad was upstairs showering. I, being the stubborn child that I was, wanted some juice and refused to wait for my parents to serve me some. So I went the mini fridge that we had in the dining room and prepared to serve myself some juice. My mother shouted for me to wait but I trudged on. I decided that I wanted to have an oh so refreshing cup of fruit punch. At the time, my parents purchased juice in glass bottles. It was as if they were asking for something like this to happen.

My stubby little five year old fingers grabbed the fruit punch bottle out of the fridge and started to walk to the table to serve myself. Well, the bottle had something called condensation on it. And condensation makes a glass bottle slippery. So the bottle slipped right out of my hand and onto my bare feet. My mom instantly shouted for me. I told her I was fine. I had jumped on to the chair and was sure that nothing had happened. Then I looked over my knees and saw my foot and the floor.

*If you are squeamish, now is the time to stop reading**

The floor was covered, COVERED, in a blend of fruit punch and my blood. Basically, the pressure of the bottle had busted my big toe open on my right foot. My mother ran out of the kitchen to see if I was okay and instantly passed out in a chair when she saw the amount of blood I had lost. My dad was called out of the shower. I was bundled into a towel and rushed to the ER. By the time we got there I had filled 2 towels with blood from my toe. And my mom had passed out another 2 times.

We got to the hospital where I was immediately assigned a bed. My mom walked me into the room and passed out on my bed. They had to take her out of the room for the duration of my stay there. My dad was left to watch over me as the doctors dug in my toe for excess glass. They injected me with anesthesia and when I saw the needle, by far the largest syringe I have ever seen, I screamed like I was being murdered. My mother proceeded to pass out in the lobby after hearing my insane scream. Again. This was like the fifth time she passed out in an hour.

The doctor eventually started to stitch up my toe, telling my father it was a miracle I had not lost it, the gash was huge, I was lucky. He instructed my dad to cover my eyes so I wouldn't see them sewing my toe back together. Not a sight a five year old should be witnessing. But my dad, being my dad, placed his hand over my eye absentmindedly and turned around to watch them stitch me up. My five year old curiosity would not allow me to look away. I watched them put every single stitch in.

Despite the fact that the doctor did an excellent job I have a large scar, a scar that somehow hasn't managed to fade in 21 years. Something else remains from that day...a fear of glass bottles. I refuse to buy juice in glass bottles and handle anything made of glass with kid gloves. I also don't drink fruit punch anymore.

But the biggest loss for me were my Punky Brewster sneakers. In order to accommodate my stitches, they couldn't be covered up, my mother had to cut a huge hole into the top of my right sneaker. I cried. Not because of my stitches or because my foot hurt. But because I no longer had the coolest kicks in school.

Shadiness Personified

I have this thing I do when I see someone I know...I pretend that I didn't and I walk away. Shady, yes indeed I am.

I am known as that girl, the girl who will never pick up the phone to call her friends because she can't be bothered, the one who has friends on Facebook and MySpace but if I saw them in real life I would totally not acknowledge their existence. Really and truly what is the point.

A couple of weeks ago I was at the mall with Teresa. Not our usual mall, we were at the one closest to our old high school. It was a few days before Christmas so we knew we would end up running into someone. Teresa while she can be shady, pales in comparison to me. When she does see someone she doesn't actively hide and if they notice her she will be the one to go up to them with a warm hello. We were sitting in the food court while I loved up some Chick-fil-a. I noticed that sitting in the table next to us was one of my high school friends. Melissa. She and I were very close in school. We had known each other since elementary and in fact hers was the first sleep over I ever went to.

What did I do? I strategically placed myself in front of a pole so she couldn't see me. Teresa thought I was acting strange, so I told her.

Teresa "Jossie, you are the fucking worst."

Jossie "Why, yes, yes I am."

As we had this echange, I saw someone else I knew who walked by. Right next to our table. I blatantly hid behind my chicken sandwich.

Let me explain, I do not do this because I am rude. Really and truly I am not, I am an extremely nice and polite person. I just would rather avoid the awkwardness that comes with trying to find something to talk about with someone who you have no reason to talk to and nothing in common to talk about. Why fake it...isn't it worse to fake interest to someone's face? Okay seriously, so what do you guys think? Am I a horrible human being? Probably.

Innapropriate. Nah.

I like to think that I am stylish. Not necessarily everyone else's idea of it but you know stylish.

I tend to gravitate towards styles and cut that flatter my figure, as any smart woman should. I am curvy so I favor vintage styles because they do wonders for me. One of my favorite places to shop is www.Pinupgirlclothing.com which I have posted about before here. It is as if their clothing was designed with my body as the mannequin.

They aren't too cheap, actually they kind of border on the pricey, so I reserve my shopping bouts to work clothing and fancy dresses. Oh and shoes. They have fabulous shoes.

Well a couple of weeks ago, I bought some stuff. For work. When it got delivered, I got the stink eye from several co-workers. They didn't believe that I would have the sheer audacity to wear the clothing to work. You know, thats never the right thing to say to me. First off, not only did I specifically buy these pieces to wear to work but now I have even more of a reason to wear them to work. Because I can.

Anywhoosie, I have an event today. A cocktail. Thus, I need to dress up a bit. I decided I would wear one of my newly acquired dresses. When I told my sister last night she looked at me like I was crazy and said that I should not wear an outfit to an event that had a skull on it. Excuse me, why the hell not.

So what did I do. I wore it anyway. I am rocking my skull dress to work. Its adorable and the skull is one tiny detail of the outfit. Its a pin in between my boobs and in my opinion is effing adorable. Inappropriate, no I don't think so. Anyone who says so may get bitch slapped.

The skull pin. See!! So very appropriate for work.

Who they consider Ugly Sexy is totally an important discussion to have with friends

Oh Adrien, to me you are just plain sexy

My sister and I started using the term Ugly Sexy after watching Kissing Jessica Stein over five years ago. This became such a normal part of our lives that we eventually decided to create a list of men who could be classified as Ugly Sexy. This eventually spawned several other categories: Old Sexy, Dead Sexy (as in really dead but still sexy), Literary Sexy, Girl I would Do, etc.

It is a widely known fact that I tend to be attracted to men who wouldn't be considered classically good looking. So my sister and I used to debate regularly about the men who made it on to our lists. While completely subjective, not every one has the same taste after all, I have always found these to be an interesting gage of a person and their personality. The more vanilla the person the more predictable the list, the quirkier the person the cookier the list.

About 2 years ago, maybe more, my sister and one of her coworkers put together their versions of the list and e-mailed it out wanting everyone else to do the same. The result was shocking. Some of our friends are to put it mildly, effing weird. My sister among them. This weekend, while clearing out my work e-mail I found my list...

Want to know what they look like or aren't sure who they are, click on their name, thats right I linked them all. Why? Because I am nice.

OVERALL SEXY

Gary Oldman

James McAvoy

Hugh Dancy

Gerard Butler (in Phantom and Dracula, not 300)

Ralph Fiennes

UGLY SEXY

Adrien Brody ( I tried to put him at the top of my Overall Sexy but was told he is not eligible because he's not really good looking, so he would have to go under Ugly Sexy, but god how I love this man!)

Steven Tyler

Andy Samberg

Steve Buscemi

Hugh Hefner

SCARY SEXY (for example: Christopher Walken)

David Bowie

Alfonso Cuaron

Johnny Depp

Michael Fassbender

Cillian Murphy

MUSICIAN SEXY

Gary Lightbody

Jason Mraz

Wayne Coyne

John Legend

Chris Martin

OLD SEXY (over 60)

Alan Rickman

Jeremy Irons

Paul Newman

Sean Connery

Warren Beatty

LITERARY SEXY

Fitzwilliam Darcy, Pride and Prejudice

Edward Cullen, Twiligtht

Edward Rochester, Jane Eyre

Ron Weasley, Harry Potters

Valmont, Dangerous Liaisons

SEXY DECEASED

Gene Kelley

George Harrison

William Shakespeare

Mel Ferrer

Peter Lawford

SEXY CHICKS

Scarlet Johannsen

Maggie Gyllenhaal

Anne Hathaway

Natalie Portman

Audrey Tautou

All these were chosen two years ago and purely based on looks and the criteria for their category. I'm curious to know what some of your picks would be, do tell...

Notes on the boy

Despite work bleeding me dry, one bit of my life has remained constant...here is the long over due update on DO-}-

• I sent him a Christmas care package which I sneakily put together without telling him.  He got it a couple days before Christmas and when he went to rip it open he discovered that I had covered the box with "Do not open until Christmas" signs.  He held out for a couple hours...then opened it, before Christmas.  He was so happy to get it and I was even happier to send it to him.  Nothing special just all sorts of Jossie nonsense that made me think of him.
  
• We are currently reading each others favorite books...although we have both stalled at the moment.  Me because of work, him because he needed something less vagina-y for a bit. Pride and Prejudice is not for everyone and the sheer fact that he is willing to read it speaks volumes about him:-)
• He writes me e-mails at insane hours of the night that are the thrill of my morning, they are filled with incoherent bits of him that he strings together and then I usually get another e-mail from him apologizing for the first.  There is really no need for the apology, I love his crazy e-mails.  They are the personification of his personality in written form.
• We talk a lot.  Not daily but when we do its usually for hours.  Our conversations cover all sorts of crazy topics and usually have me laughing like a crazy person.  We talked a lot while I was sick and despite me hacking into the phone he's still interested.  As he so sweetly put it " This was our first cold together".  Yes it made me melt a tad.
  
• He is coming to see me.  (YAY!)  We don't know the details yet, but it will happen soonish. 

Of course there are more bits and pieces but I kind of want to keep those to myself for the time being.  Seeing as he reads my blog I figured he would appreciate a bit of restraint on my part telling the world bits of this story.  Hope you all don't mind.  In the meantime you can say hi to him via comments...if he's feeling adventurous he may respond ;-)

An Interview

This is an interview done by Liz over at My Blog Doesn't Suck to my fellow whorebags and I....random, yes. Informative, you betcha.

1. How much wood could a wood chuck chuck if a wood chuck could chuck would?
I used to love this little tongue twister as a child and knew whatever the response was supposed to be. Now I think its kind of lame. Because really, who gives a shit about a wood chuck and his/her ability to chuck wood?

2. Why do you have a blog?
I was going through some stuff and needed an outlet for all of my thoughts. I use it as a diary of sorts so I can look back in a year and see where my life was on this exact date. Seeing as how I normally blog a couple of times a day I imagine it will be pretty accurate. And insanely random.

3. If pears could talk, what would they say?
I'm gross and I feel kind of hairy on your tongue, don't eat me!

4. To bang or not to bang? (I don't mean Ricky Martin bangin')
I can take this several ways and as such will answer it multiples times....

To Bang, i.e. Sex: Yes, when in doubt fornicate

To Bang, i.e. Hair: Yes, when in doubt rock the bangs

To Bang, i.e.: Hit: Yes, when in doubt rock a cool beat

5. Describe yourself in 10 words of less.
Ummm, yeah. I'm awesome.

6. What is a one-eyed one-horn flying purple people eater, and why is he a good friend of mine?
Because he is AWESOME. I would like to meet him, do you think perchance you can arrange this.

7. Pickles. Explain.
I just vomited a little in my mouth.

The Aftermath

Gala is officially over. Overall it went well, I guess. I have this overwhelming feeling of poo about the whole thing. I am not as happy with the event as I usually am, I am not sure why.

The Monday after the event is always a hard one for my staff and me. We sit in a meeting where the event gets nit picked to death, basically being told what was shitty about it and what needs to be done to make it better next year. Its an important part of the event process but a draining one on a day where we barely have any energy to spare.

With the economy being in the crapper I should be proud that we were able to sell out and raise as much money as we did. Its not an easy feat and many other charities are suffering. Maybe I just need a bit more distance from it to appreciate it for the success it was.

One thing is for sure though, my staff was amazing. Really that word doesn't do them justice. I really couldn't have done it without them. They kept me sane before, during and after. I don't know how I could pull something of this magnitude off if it wasn't for them.

So you want a bit of details about it all. Well, it was at the Fontainebleau Miami Beach, a truly amazing venue. It was magic themed and we had an amazing magician, Darren Romeo, do a 30 minute show for our guests. He is the protege of Siegfried and Roy so it was a really good. The room was decorated in shades of purple and blue with centerpieces modeled after crystal balls filled with all sorts of magic paraphernalia. We had a silent auction and a live auction. The band was amazing, the food spectacular and we raised a lot of money, and that was the whole point.

A photo of the ballroom, the centerpieces are those giant balls you see.

My staff and I at 12am, we were a bit worse for wear at this point.
My dress in this pic kind of looks like a tent :-(

Now I need to focus on the aftermath, making collection calls, wrapping up details and shift my focus to next years Gala. Oh yes it all begins again for me, like yesterday.

I'm so happy its done and over with so I can get back to my regularly scheduled life. Hanging out with friends, reading, blogging etc. I hope everyone has been great, I sure have missed your shenanigans and will be catching up on my reader over the next few days.

She's Alive...

Sort of. I did in fact survive the weekend. Although I spent it in bed, looking like a hot tranny mess hating my very existence. And guess what, I'm still sick. Not as bad as I was this weekend or even yesterday for that matter but still sick and feeling like poo.

I've been neglecting my blog because not only have I not had the energy to blog but I also haven't had the time. I'm taking a minute today to say hi and promise that as soon as this madness is over I will catch up on my reader which is currently at a daunting 320.

I should resurface to the land of the living after my event on Saturday...so until then

Have a great week!

It Never Fails

Really and truly, every year like clockwork right before my two biggest events I get sick. Last year for my Art Auction I contracted some sort of weird monkey virus that had me sick for over a month. I ended up having to go to my doctor to get an inhaler so that I could breathe like a normal person.

So there was no real surprise when I woke up this morning achey, coughing a lung up with a sore throat. I am not very cute today, despite the fact that I did make an effort because I knew I needed to cover up the infection that is me.

Whats the best way to start off a Friday at work when your sick...well having your boss call you on her way in...

My boss "Whats wrong? You're tired, me too."
Jossie "I'm sick, so I don't feel so great."
My boss "Well, you need to just deal with it and move on."

Remind me she said that the next time she's sick. I will be sure to repeat that back to her verbatim. Better yet, I am going to go cough on her computer. I am sure being the germaphobe that she is, she will really appreciate that.

Suggestions Welcome

So as I previously stated here, I am going to New York with two of my closest friends. We are beyond words excited and really and truly February could not come soon enough.

We will be there for Valentine's weekend because we are all single and could use a little liquor and retail therapy on the saddest day for singleton's every where. Having said all of the above, I have been to New York as have one of the two friends I am going with. The other one is a New York Virgin and I am beyond excited to see her face when she experiences the city for the first time.

We have a few items on our itinerary:

1. Look adorable in our winter clothes and vinatage carry on luggage (oh wait thats just on my itinerary, oops)
2. Go to china town
3. Spend some time in Chelsea
   
4. Go ice skating in Rockefeller center (this will happen on our last day there as my last escapade into ice skating resulted in a broken wrist. We're being intelligent, ya'll.)
5. Skip through Central Park. Yes, I said skip.
6. Ransack the hell out of H&M
7. Watch The Little Mermaid on Broadway. Yes it may be lame but tell me you don't want to sing "Part of your World" with Ariel. Liars!
8. Go to the Natural History Museum. This is a personal fave of mine so no amount of coercion on your part will make me give this up.

Other than that we have no idea. We will be there Friday night through Monday afternoon. So blog world...get to it. Give me suggestions. Bars, restaurants, shops, shows, attractions...I am open to it all.

I miss everything fun

No one told me it was Delurking Day, how sad. I had to find out from my Whorebag over at My Blog Doesn't Suck.

Despite the fact that I am two days late I have decided to go with it anyway. Why? Well because there is no possible way that I have reached the number of page views I have with the same 20something people that comment.

So If you read and never comment say hi!! I promise I don't bite. That's a lie, but I won't bite you. Or I can promise to try not to bite you. Will that suffice?

I want to share the joy and love your blog up a bit too. If you don't write a blog and still read (ahem Vickie, Teresa, Zoey, Jessie) say hi anyway so my blog peeps can see how awesome my family and friends are. If you comment regularly, I still love you despite this post not being directed to you.

I am kind of giddy at the prospect to get to "meet" new readers. Don't let me down.

My First Kiss

Everyone has tons of first kisses in their life. With each person you date, sleep with, crush on. But there is really only one real first kiss.

Mine was in the 6th grade. His name was Jovany. Yes, exotic, I know. He was a gangly, awkward boy, with a big nose and a wicked sense of humor. He played baseball which at the time made me weak in the knees, it kind of still does. Don't judge.

We were "dating" for a a couple of months, and being the good little girl I was I had never kissed anyone. I was scared. In my elementary school, couples who kissed were made into some kind of crazy sideshow. Groups of friends would crowd around and peer pressure them to kiss. Some kids at this point had progressed to making out and it was nothing short of a spectacle; watching eleven year olds make out. I did not want to be one of those couples.

Weeks went by and he got a tad frustrated with the whole situation. I would get messages through mutual friends inquiring when I would kiss him. My response was always "soon". Then one fateful day, I came back from my day in Gifted ( I was bussed to a different school for this program several times a month) and he was waiting for me. The school was empty, it was at least an hour after the last bell rang and everyone had gone home. But he decided to catch the late bus home to wait for me. He was sitting there with two or three friends and I got off the bus with my best friend Angelica. We walked up to where he was and I sat down waiting for the bus. I could feel the anticipation of everyone around us. It had to happen soon or he would break up with me. The fickleness of boys.

I was caving under the pressure. My palms were sweating, my heart was racing. I saw my bus pull in and I looked at him. For a second I thought I would just walk away make my grand escape but somehow I knew if I did that would be it. He had made a big gesture waiting for me when the school would be empty so I would be more comfortable. I had to do it. So I got up and said bye, I went to turn away and walk towards the bus. Instead I stopped quickly, turned around and smacked my lips to his. It hurt. I hadn't gauged the distance properly. I literally ran to the bus with my best friend, my ears were ringing so loud I couldn't hear anything she said to me. I sat down and waited for my heart to calm down. It was nothing just a simple kiss. Why did I stress it so much?

After that day he switched buses. He started riding mine. Every morning and every afternoon we rode to and from school together. We had a routine he would get a kiss first thing and one before I left. It was always limited to that chaste little peck on the lips, no tongues.

That first kiss would have to wait until I was 16.

My apologies

So I've been neglecting you, I know I have. Maybe not in normal terms, I mean I post once a day and I comment back but its not my usual routine. I am the queen of filling your readers with my nonsense and sadly, I haven't had the time or the brain cells to do it lately.

Why? Well you know, the biggest event of my year is on the 24th and it sucks the willingness to live right out of me. So much so that the other night I wrote a post, once I read it over again I was shocked. I had written crap, wait not crap, diarrhea. It was atrocious.

I promise there are fun things to come. A post about a really cool book I read, perhaps a story about my geek fest at a comic book store this past weekend, my long delayed response to Arjewtino's "challenge" to post a childhood school picture wearing an uglier/lamer outfit than his (I'm totally winning this by the way), an update on the crush D0-}- ...I promise my life has continued. I just haven't been able to post about it.

Now on a side note, I would just like to take a moment to do a little dance and say to all my readers currently buried under snow and freezing temperatures....there is always a spot for you on my ever so warm sofa in the lovely 70 degree Miami winters. Don't hate me but you are entitled to seethe with jealousy.

Perhaps I am a tad unnapreciative

I am not sure if you all remember the e-mail I received a few months back on Myspace...does "pure milk" ring a bell.

Well, this morning I may have received an e-mail to rival that gem. It is in Spanish so I will have to translate for you all, it won't be as amazing as the original but still...

Some dude whose name is going to be with held wrote:
"yo no creia en la mitologia griega ni eso de las diosas del olimpo pero viendote a ti creo que estaba equibocado eres bellisimaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa"

Translation:
"I did not believe in Greek mythology or all that about Greek Gods. But seeing you I think I must have been mistaken because you are so beautiful. (with extra a's just to emphasize his point)

Wow. Just wow.

Apparently, I not only have the capability of causing an avalanche but now I rival the Greek goddesses. Praise indeed.

Yellow...why do you hate me?

Growing up you were my go to color, when someone would ask five year old Jossie what her favorite color, my response was always "Yellow, like my mommy's".

One of my favorite songs as an adult, I shout it from the rafters every time it comes on "And it was all Yellow!"

Some of my best pictures as a baby are dressed in a light yellow dress with bows in my hair.

Even though I hate roses, I always preferred yellow roses to red.

So why is it that now as an adult I cannot even consider wearing something yellow. I understand that I have an "olivey" complexion. But wouldn't it make more sense if olive didn't look good on me. Somehow greens and oranges look phenomenal on me. Yellow however, you make me look sick. Jaundice even, and being that I have experience with jaundice I know its not a good look on me. No matter the shade. Dark, light, neon. In all forms, you are off limits to me.

Do you realize what you are doing to me yellow? You are preventing me from wearing adorableness like the following:

Do you think, maybe, at some point, you and I could have a reconciliation? Maybe in time for me to wear a fabulous yellow dress to my funeral?

It is a gloomy day in the hundred acre woods

Why, well because my super awesome, amazing beyond words assistant Isaiah is leaving us. He was offered an amazing job in Albuquerque and is abandoning ship for a job where he is not the bitch of three semi-moody event planners.

I am sure telling girls he has some super awesome military job will go a long way for him in the getting laid department, well at least further than telling them he plans events for a living.

We have had some truly amazing moments with Isaiah...lunches, dinners, pre-event late nights. No one packs away disgusting food like he does.

White rice covered in bbq sauce anyone? Yeah I didn't think so, only he will eat that kind of crap!


His faces and noises are legendary. If you ever happen upon him ask him to make his "I'm hot" noise or his "This is really heavy" noise.

Better yet, ask him to do his Calle 13 dance, or ask him to regale you with the story of the time Condoleezza Rice saw him taking a dump.

Whatever you do though, watch out that you don't trigger this ex-Marine's, kill mode. Its a sight to see.
Not only a great part of our team, but an amazing friend who helped me get over the break up with the ex-bf, an amazing assistant who is beyond respectful despite the assholes we deal with regularly. He is truly irreplaceable.

Isaki!!! We'll miss you!!!

My take on relationships

As I was taking my walk today, I started to think.  Its amazing how much thinking I do while strolling the neighborhood.  I was thinking about relationships and why it is they don't work out.  This wasn't specific to me just in general.  I think that relationships may be doomed to failure before they even begin.  Back in the day, the 1800's to be precise, relationships and marriages lasted longer. My theory, is because couples as a whole took more time apart. 

There were no cell phones for instant and constant communication, no e-mail to send quick notes and letters to each other, no IM's to remain in contact all day while in the office. If you needed to take a trip for business you were gone in every sense of the word while you were out of town.  No contact whatsoever.  How could you? Two weeks away meant two weeks away.  

Taking time apart from your significant other meant more time for you.  You didn't have to give each other status updates or check in every couple of hours because you couldn't.  It meant total and complete freedom. 

I'm the type of girl that doesn't need to be with their boyfriend or husband at all times.  Please have your friends, because I will have mine.  I don't expect that we will always be together, in fact I prefer to take time apart every once in a while.  And when we are apart, I will not call to ask what you are doing or where you are.  That time is as much for you as it is for me.  There is a reason they say "Absence makes the heart grow fonder".  Its true.  

I never would have believed that statement had I not experienced it first hand in my last relationship.  But being that we lived in different states, our time apart was our own.  We spent most nights on the phone, webcam, playing video games together so we could have some sort of interaction but we were forced to spend the majority of our time apart.  And it made for a very very happy relationship.  We never fought.  There was no need we gave each other space.  We weren't constantly in contact, touching base.  He knew what I would do with my day and me his and we went about our business.  When we were face to face it was amazing.  Finally getting to have him next to me meant we could do all that we had talked about and although we were sad to leave each other I found that after 3-10 days together non stop I missed some of my alone time.  Even though long distance relationships are different, couples in them still need to be able to spend some time apart.  They are harder and staying close takes work but its a thin line between maintaing a healthy amount of contact and over doing it.  

I'm not saying couples should have separate lives, I've been there too, and that doesn't work either.  There needs to be a balance between suffocating the person you love and never seeing them.  Its important to let your relationship breathe.  Its not necessary to answer every single text or e-mail.  Or call just because you have 5 minutes to chat when you were next to them all day.   Its not necessary to know where they are every minute of the day.  Spending some time apart never hurt anyone...and just imagine the fireworks that will ensue when you come together again after a day of no communication.  Like a starving man in the dessert, with you as the meal.

I have some explaining to do...

My gala dress came in today...and it is none of the ones I showed you guys. Sorry. Here is what went down.

I did my online dress shopping as I usually do. I showed them all to you guys, then showed them to my mom. My mom is a firm believer that I have never dressed the part for my Gala. I am the Events Director after all and should dress up at my biggest event. Well thats nice and all, but do you have any idea how much an evening gown costs. Probably not, because most people don't have to buy evening gowns on a regular basis. Well hello my friends, I do. My closet is chock full of evening gowns, cocktail dresses and the like. I can't really repeat a dress within the same year because I am photographed frequently and lets face it that would just be a fashion faux pax. I also tend to grow out of my dresses rather quickly, not because I gain weight, but for another reason. Use your imagination. I'm sure you can figure it out.

So, anywhoo, originally I was dead set on just swallowing the very hard and jagged pill of spending $400+ on an evening gown. Yes. Every single dress I showed you guys was upwards of $350. That didn't even include shoes, accessories, etc. I know, I know, thats spensive!

And then something happened.

My friends and I had been talking about taking a trip for Valentine's weekend to New York. Finally, after much deliberation we decided to do it. We booked our tickets last week and off we go. A much needed vacation after our largest event of the year. So in my mind I had to wage a mini battle. Whats more important: Looking really great at an event that I am working at as I sweat my booty off or spending an absolutely fabulous long weekend in NY with two of my closests friends. Can you guess which one won? In my mind it was a no brainer.

So without further ado, here is my Gala dress and shoes....want to know how much I spent on both? $100 with shipping.

Honestly, its soooo comfy it kind of feels like a pj
from Victorias Secret

And these are my super awesome, way taller than I need to be shoes.
from Zappos

Obviously I still need to accessorize this puppy but you know it will come together. And I am still going to look adorable, maybe not as fabulous as I could look but I would much rather spend the other $300 and blow it on something in NY.

On dreams

I feel kind of out of it today. I'm not sure why. Maybe its because I still haven't had my coffee or because I was pounced on by coworkers asking me questions before I even put my bag down. I think its because I wasn't supposed to be here today.

My dreams this morning were vivid, the kind you want to settle into like an old movie. I snoozed about 10 times this morning and every time I heard John Mayer's "I'm Gonna Find Another You" come on, I was upset. Even the words to such a a sad and beautiful song were not welcome. I wanted nothing to interrupt my dreams. Finally at 8:40 I dragged myself out of bed. My mind battling my body.

I had a great night though. I got home, it was raining. I thought I wouldn't be able to take my walk. I lulled about for a bit, reading snuggling with Bailey. But finally I gave in. Who cares if its raining? Who cares if its later than usual? So I put on a hoody and went for my walk. It was perfect. I haven't walked in the rain in longer than I can remember. I didn't take an umbrella or worry about my just blow dried hair. I just went for it. The water on my face, the cool breeze keeping me alert, listening to the score for Pride and Prejudice. Really and truly a perfect moment.

I think my walk made me wistful. For things I don't have. So my night was spent wrapped up in dreams and this morning I wish more than anything that I could have spent the rest of my day there too.

I'm about to have a sappy moment...you've been warned

Last weekend I was at my parents house and my mom mentioned that she had bought my dad Wall-E. I love this movie. So sweet, romantic, funny. And tied to one of the most vivid memories I have with the ex-bf.

The last week that I visited him in Alabama, we went to his families lake house with some friends. In this tiny little town they had a drive-in. In my 25 years (at the time) I had never been to a drive-in. Shameful really when you think about it especially considering that I live in a major metropolitan city. But thats beside the point. The ex-bf was quite the romantic and decided that we needed to go to a movie at the drive-in. Not just any movie but Wall-E.

We went with his best friend and his wife and while they sat in their car and watched it, the ex-bf and I sat in lawn chairs next to the car, cuddling under a blanket. It was an extremely memorable night. Nothing fantastic happened. It was just perfect in its simplicity. I cried watching the movie (because I'm a softie) and really enjoyed the utter adorableness that was the robot love.

While it has taken me a very long time to get over the ex-bf, as you all now I finally accomplished it. And it really and truly felt great. A huge weight was lifted off of me. But when I look back and compare my time with him to time with other exes it feels different. It has a different weight to it, smell, substance. The perfect example of this is Wall-E. I can't bring myself to watch the movie again, despite how much I loved it. I've never had this sort of reaction with any other ex. Despite how long we were together. I have movies that remind me of them but I can still enjoy them. That is not the case now. Its as if that memory was too perfect and I don't want to taint it. Why go for round two when you nailed it the first time, you know.

Which proves to me even further what I realized several months ago...the ex-bf was really and truly the first person I ever loved. Not a bad thing, just a fact.

On Boys and playing Hide and Seek

Last night while on the phone with D0-}- we talked about the fact that I don't really know how to turn someone down when I am not interested in them. Case in point, The Teacher. As I have said a million times on here, he was a really nice guy, just not for me. Did I tell him this? Not in so many words, no. I have this thing that I do, I put other peoples feelings before my own and allow myself to stay in a not so great situation longer than I would like because I am afraid to make someone feel bad.

So in my round about way I make it known that I am not really interested but if they persist I don't really know how to tell them to buzz the hell off. I am in the midst of one of these situations right now. I have this friend, well sort of friend, that I went to school with. Nice guy (my favorite phrase to describe a guy apparently) not really what I would go for. He and I have written back and forth for a few years now. We haven't seen each other in over 8 years. He found out I was single and as soon as he did he went in for the kill. When I was married or in a relationship the conversation was really just polite catching up, it was never mentioned, at all that we should get together. Not once.

At first, I read him wrong, I really and truly thought it was just a friendly thing. Hanging out with an old friend, catching up. But then I kind of had this realization. Him and I weren't really that close to begin with. We were friendly but more than anything acquaintances. So why in the hell is he trying so hard to hang out with me now. He is constantly writing to me that he wants to hang out, checking in to see how I am, etc. A week will go by that I don't hear from him and I think, "well thats done" and bam, there he is again with a vengeance. Obviously, its not just about hanging out. Especially when I get text messages that say things like "Wow, I really can't wait to see you, and get to cuddle you". Um no buddy, I did not authorize cuddling. There will be no cuddling. Cuddling is reserved for a few select individuals. You, my friend, are not currently one of them.

How do I handle it? Well, I write him back all polite but I never make plans to meet him. He is a persistent guy though. I am sure I will cave at some point. Why because, my soft side will get the better of me and I will feel bad about avoiding him forever. But you see, in general, I am a shady person. I will see someone I know out and about and unless we were close, like really close or they are currently a part of my life I will avoid them like the plague. So this little hide and seek game I am playing with him is really no different. Except he wants to get in my pants and I am not having it. I just don't know how to say that.

I guess I could just say it like that. But gosh, I would feel so bad if I did.

Getting it off my chest

I bet you thought it was a post on boobies. Hah! I fooled you. No, this is the time of the week/month/year that I release on the unsuspecting masses who read my blog (all 10 of you, thanks!) a zillion blog awards. As I said earlier, I've been hoarding my awards because, well basically I'm lazy and passing them on means:

A) I have to think about who to give them to
B) Link to all their blogs as well as the bloggers who gave them to me
C) Post all sorts of rules
D) Divulge all sorts of crazy info about me

So, in a moment of pure genius I decided to do the following. I will be posting 8 random facts about me, some awards require more, some less. Oh well. Deal with it. And passing the awards on to whatever random number of bloggers I choose. I am sure the blogging police will totally come and take my ass away. Thats fine. My ass could totally use a little action these days. Well not really, but you know what I meant. In turn the awardees, can do whatever they choose with their award. They can post facts, do a dance on it, horde them even longer than I did. Whatever, really, the world is your oyster. (I never really liked taht phrase, oysters are effing disgusting!)

Anywhoosie here are the random facts about me...

1. I am double jointed in my feet, this makes for serious weirdness.
2. I prefer uncooked carrots to cooked carrots in any way shape or form.
3. When I was 4, I pooped my pants in daycare and made my 6 year old sister clean me up. She didn't. I went home with a seriouly red but. Vickie got in trouble with my mom for not cleaning me properly. Hahahaha! She got to clean my poop and get yelled at!
4. I was accepted into art school. I was going into the 7th grade and instead of going decided to go to middle school with my friends for a more normal experience. To this day I don't know how I got in, I am not artistic. Somehow, they thought I was.
5. I once told my 8th grade boyfriend "I don't mind being your girlfriend, but I am totally not making out with you." Somehow, he didn't break up with me right there.
6. My first boyfriend ever peed his pants. I don't remember his name, but I will never forget him or refer to him as anything other than "the one who peed his pants"
7. I used to have a Big Bird phone growing up. You hung it up by making Big Bird sit down. Pure Awesomeness.
   
8. I have strange dreams in which everything is much bigger than it really is and really really close to my face.

Okay enough sharing, time to spread the love.

(click on the awards to link back to their blog)

The first two were given to me by Sassy Britches because she loves the shit out of me and can't hide it

I in turn give the first one to:

SaVanna - Because this award is as random as you are whorebag

Life in a Tizzy - Anyone who has to deal with Janet on a daily deserves an award!

This one is supposed to be about making Lemonade out of Lemons, hence the lemonade stand.

I'm passing this puppy to:

Bethis - Because shit happens but she's still making me laugh like nothing ever did.

Little Miss Optimist - Because she could totally use a glass of lemonade, spiked with vodka of course!

My Blog Doesn't Suck - Whorebag, no one knows how to make lemonade out of sour ass lemons better than you!!

My lovely blog twin Endless Randomness gave me this one

And the award goes to:

Like, OhMyBlog! - I love reading more than one perspective on life.

[F]oxymoron - I didn't think I could enjoy his blog anymore, and then he left on his trip, so now I don't just love his blog, I'm jealous of his life!

Starting Over in Boston - I would kill myself if I had to take the train in cold weather, yet you do it gracefully.

Well Okay, Sassy Britches! - Because lets face it, I love you too.

Katie from Don't Call me Kathleen thinks I rock!

The following blogs rock my world...and yes they are all boys:

No Ordinary Rollercoaster - Really, who doesn't love Ben. Its sickening.

Wild ARS Chase - Because he has a dog named Bailey too. But its a boy. Which is just weird.

If Your Feet Aren't On the Ground - He hearts mullets. Me not so much but I forgive him.

Arjewtino - Because he had amazing boobies on his header. Until he took them down. Now his blog is less cool.

Gosling's Aerie - He writes about his life, but it might as well be mine. Just all well written and
stuff.

Winnowing Tacenda - Me = melt

And this little gem came from my #1 Whorebag Liz at My Blog Doesn't Suck

This one goes to my real life blog friends because lets face it, you are all awesome and you put up with me:

A Journey Through This Thing Called Life - Bear! Simply put, I love that you are in my life.  I couldn't ask for a better friend.

Adventures of Mom Extraordinaire - Because she has put up with my ass for over 15 years and deserves a cookie or something.

Where the Unicorns Graze - She's crazy, but I love her and her insanity.

Sweet Goodness - There can never be too many Booker photos.


So now that I am done linking the eff out of my page, go spread the love!!

Why I would totally spend money I don't have on an expensive ass hair treatment

My hair is ridiculously curly. I bet I fooled you. You had no idea right? I think in the history of this blog, you have only seen curly haired pics of me as a child. And in those pics it really looks more like an Afro than anything else.

Me moping about four Christmases ago with my nasty curly hair

My hair typically takes about 30 minutes to blow dry. Not so bad considering that I have the most hair of any human being I have ever met. I love how you totally don't believe me. Every stylist I have ever been to has given me shit about this. From the $10 ones I went to when I was young and broke to the super overpriced ones I go to now. My latest stylist, started washing my hair and said the following "My god, I didn't think it was possible for anyone to have more hair than your sister, but God Damn!" Verbatim.

As such, I choose to blow dry my hair rather than curl it. Why, well when I let my hair curl naturally I look crazy. So I end up putting copious amounts of product in it and having to fuss with it to downplay the frizz every hour on the hour. Blow drying is a 3o minute ordeal (including flat ironing) at the end of which I don't have to touch my hair again until I wash it. Perfect.

Well every since I cut my bangs over a month and a half ago I have had straight hair. Curly bangs are not a pretty sight. Finally after blowing it dry for so long, I had had it. So on Sunday, I washed my hair and curled it. Big Mistake. It looked like shit. Really there are no other words for it. Complete and total shit. So I came to work yesterday with my hair in a tight bun, with my beautifully straight bangs (the only piece of hair I could convince my self to blow dry). Last night I decided to give the curling another go. I washed it, and let it do its worst.

Vickie: "Dude, whats with your hair?"

Jossie: "I decided to let it curl, why does it look bad?"

Vickie: "You look like Michael Jackson, when he was still black, without the gerry curl."

Jossie: "It can't look that bad."

Vickie: "Seriously, it kind of looks like a strange mullet, you have really short curly bangs and this weird curly hair. Not cute"

Jossie: "Bitch."

So today, my hair is yet again in a bun, with straight bangs. I will be washing it again today but this time there will be blow drying. And before you ask, no there is no way in hell that you will be seeing pics of my nappy ass curly hair. I'm sure you'll survive without them.

A few odds and ends

I feel like I can breathe for the first time in two weeks. The print deadline that I have been struggling with was met. I turned over the printed program for my upcoming Gala to the printers today. Its not 100% complete but the super arduous task of compiling the profiles, tributes, ads, photos and other miscellaneous crap is done!! Woohoo! Now I need to shift my focus to all the other aspects of my event. Oh and there are plenty. This Gala is like a runaway freight train one wrong move and its a total disaster. I imagine my blogging will be limited until after the 24th. As of today my days will be consumed with work and closer to the event I will be living at my desk. So I will write, I need it to keep my sanity, but not as frequently.

In other news, I've started to eat better. I made a conscious decision to do so in early December and really started to stick to it over the last couple of weeks. I was really good during the Holidays with the exception of my binging on Ghirardeli Peppermint Bark, but who can refuse that deliciousness. I also started walking around my neighborhood at night when I get home from work. I take Bailey for the first lap and then drop her off, because her fat little ass can't take more than one loop around, and then do a couple more myself.

Last night, Vickie and Teresa decided to go to the movies to watch Benjamin Button and even though I am DYING to see the movie I felt like I needed to stay home. I haven't had much alone time during the Holidays and was craving some. So I napped, took a seriously long and hot shower, read, did some work, and walked around the neighborhood. I imagine, to my neighbors I looked insane. My outfit of choice for the trek was: A black and blue Twilight baseball tee, black leggings, knee high black socks with blue trim and my chucks. Dont hate. I was adorable in my insanity. It proved to be the perfect walking outfit. It was a nice night so I went around the neighborhood 10 times. Listening to music, possibly singing, unwinding. It was great, exactly what I needed. After my last week of way too much drinking I felt like the alchohol was coming out of my pores as I sweated. Gross yes, refreshing to get it all out of my syste, indeed.

I ended up reading a bit for my Jane Austen book club and then crashed early. It was a good end to the craziness that were the Holidays.

I've gotten a few awards as of late and I need to post about them and pay them forward...I promise I will get to them.

Bear's Birthday Highs and Lows

I've drank way too much in one week, thank you very much. I feel like my insides are slowly dying. Well, not so slowly really.

Last night was Marisol's birthday party. We started drinking at 7:30. By 10:30 my tweets started to sound like I was crazy. We were drunk kind of early. We got together at our friend Vicki's apartment. Select friends, good music, and drinks. We had planned on going out to one of several Miami clubs after we did some pre-partying at the apartment. It did not turn out as planned.

Highlights :

1. Getting ready with Vicki and Marisol. Its always fun to have girl time, doing our hair and makeup together.
2. Delicious strawberry flavored champagne. Delicious!! Marisol and I wished we had thought ahead and bought more bottles.
3. Isaiah showing up and making his grand entrance to Calle 13, dance and all
4. Hanging out with Bean and Isaiah outside of work
5. Sharpie-ing Nikki's ass
6. Eating an entire bowl of cheetos while drunk
7. Chatting on the balcony with Vicki and Marisol at 3 am
8. Hanging out with friends while being drunk and silly
9. Getting felt up by Nick and Nikki. Its like my boobs are magnets.
10. I loved my outfit. Loved my outfit.
11. Waking up tired but without a hangover!!

My necklace and purse were the same teal as the shoes but you get the idea. Adorable!!!

Low-points :

1. Oh poor Nick. Porcelana was not his friend last night.
2. Sharpie-ing Nikki's ass
3. Sleeping in a bed with Vicki and Marisol. It looks like it fits three grown ass women but really its quite the can of sardines.
4. Running out of alcohol at 1 am
5. Losing Bear for a chunk of the evening
6. Vicki, Bear and I getting a tad too sad and introspective at 3 am.

It was a great night. Everyone took photos, but not me. Which is probably better because in my condition I would have chucked my camera off the balcony or something. I am definitely taking a break from drinking for a bit. My insides are crying and need a rest.

I hope you all had a great weekend.

Here are a few photos of the festivities...
sorry its all I have, like I said I didn't bother taking my camera.

Me and Nick a tad worse for wear

Vicki offering up bubble gum candy canes. yumm.

Isaiah and Bear

Nick, Ang, Adris' eye and Nikki

It speaks for itself

Bear, Bean and me...
the sad part of this photo is that you couldn't see my ridiculously fabulous shoes!

Pleasant Surprise

Several weeks ago I got a message on Myspace from one of my closest friends from high school, P. We haven't spoken in over 10 years. Things got a bit hectic at one point, not between us but with some mutual friends. He kind of dropped off the face of the earth and we lost contact. It wasn't really intentional on my part but it happened.

From time to time I think about him. He was one of my best friends, spent countless hours in my house, hanging out with my parents, napping in my bed, goofing off with me and my sister. I went to dinner at his house all the time, bought presents for his entire family. We were close. So it was only natural. I always wondered how he was doing. If he has straightened up his life. The funny thing about us is that we were POLAR opposites.  I was as I've stated before Little Miss High School, he was always in trouble, skipping school, failing all his classes.  Yet we somehow managed to be best friends.  Our junior year the shit hit the fan.  There was a really bad car accident involving him and one of my closest childhood friends, he survived, our friend didn't.  It was devastating.  I talked to him once after this and then never again.

Yesterday, I was on my way to lunch with Nick, Marisol and Ang and I get a phone call.  I thought it would be D0-}- , we were trying to reach each other but for some reason weren't connecting.  I answered the phone without really looking and it was P.  He said he was in the neighborhood and wondered what I was up to.  I told him I was at work but having lunch and he asked if he could pass by.  It was kind of a surreal moment.  I hadn't seen him in over 10 years.  When he got to my office I literally had the biggest mouthful of lunch in my mouth that I could manage.  He saw me and started laughing as I talked with my mouth chock full of food and gave him a huge hug.

He was the same P but so different at the same time.  He really straightened out his life.  Finished school, went to college he's studying to be a nurse.  He kept telling me he wasn't the same guy I remembered, and it was really true.  It was so great, yet so strange at the same time.  We talked about everything.  It was always really easy to talk to him and its the same way now.  He asked me about my family, my life, he new I was divorced so he asked about that.  It was great catching up with him.  Familiar.  

He kept laughing because I have never used his first name, always his last.  And even now, 10 years later I can't call him by his first name.  He says I'm the only one who still does that.  Thats okay, I'm also the only one whose ever put crazy shit in his hair and made him take pics of it. He says he's growing it out again, which means crazy shit 2.0.  

It was a strange day.  I was going crazy at work, no time to think, answer phone calls.  His visit was a breath of fresh air, totally unexpected but welcome nonetheless.  He told me to call him tonight when I go out with everyone and let him know where we end up.  He may meet up with us so we can hang out more.  If it happens great, if it doesn't thats fine too.  It was really just nice to know that he is doing well.  He was always like a brother to me so losing him completely was a tough pill to swallow, I'm glad he showed up yesterday. It made my day.

I don't do resolutions but I did realize something in the last few months

A while ago I had a serious chat with Vickie and Teresa.  We had been hanging around and they decided it was time to get serious with me and lay it out there.  They told me that they love me, the real me, and want to make sure that whomever I decide to start dating doesn't change that.

With the ex-bf, it was hard.  He was so different.  Like light worlds away different.  I had to make concessions.  The problem was before I knew it so much of what I valued and loved about myself was stifled.  I wasn't lying, I wasn't faking it...it was me.  Just a different kind of me.  And to be honest it was a me I wasn't really proud of.  I became narrow minded, defended him when deep down I didn't really agree with a lot that he felt and said.  The antithesis of what I once was. 

It took me so much time to realize that while there was so much good in my relationship there was also so much bad.  He wanted me but with limitations.  I couldn't curse, drink...I had to go to church regularly, read the bible.  Its not like these were bad things, they just weren't really me.  I did discover so much about myself during the course of the relationship and I will be forever grateful to him for it.  But I also realized, more importantly, what I don't want.  It was a learning experience.  Despite everything, I look back at that year fondly.  My 2008 was all him. And it was a good one.  I had more laughs and more ups than I had ever had before.  I fell in love for the first time and dealt with a lot of things that I never had before.  

The talk with the girls though just put the final nail in a side of myself that I had already realized had to be laid to rest.  I am not okay changing to suit someone else.  Yes. its okay to sit through a movie that you don't like because they do.  But its not okay to feel completely uncomfortable in your own skin at times because of the person you've become.  

For the first time in my life, I am secure in myself.  I am not going to settle.  I won't make light of things and situations that bother me.  I won't force myself to do something that I don't agree with.  And more importantly I am laying myself out there.  Completely open and with no pretenses.  If I'm not what they had in mind as I am, well then thats fine.  Little changes are okay, every once in a while, but anything more than that I am not dealing with.  I'm tired of someone loving me for their specific version of me.  They just have to love me as I am, with all the shit that comes with it.  

New Years Eve Recap

It was indeed a good night.  No fireworks, but much better than any other New Years I've had so definitely a good start to 2009.  Also I did not over drink and then make sick all over the place.  Progress! 

Without further ado my evening in pictures and quotes.

Dad- "I want a picture with the girls"

Mom - "What, I don't get a picture with them"

Bailey - "slurp"

"Just dance, gotta doodoo"

"Womanizer"

"From sea to shining sea"

"Happy New Year Bunny"

Teresa "Oh we look hot, Bff photo!"

Eug - "Bunny, hold my hand, lets have a little chat"

Jossie - "Okay"

Carlos - "We saw a movie the other day that was so you.  

Miss Potter, I hated it"

Jossie - "I loved Miss Potter, with the little duck and the tail.  

I cried like a baby"

Eug - "Oh My God!! Me too, we are movie soul mates!"

Carlos - "Ugh, you guys make me sick."

Teresa - "Natalie, dance!"

Natalie - "No"

"Oh we are equally shiny"

Teresa - "Oh, you smell so good"  walks after the girl

Eug - "Its like her lesbian vagina just turned on and shes following her with it" demonstrates lesbian vagina leading the way

Jossie - "Oh my God! Its like a tiny empanada.  YUMM!"

Teresa - "Didn't you just eat a steak"

Vickie - "You know, bff's don't laugh at their best friend when they are drunk 

and dancing around like a crazy."

Jossie - "I wasn't laughing, just smiling."

Vickie - "Yeah well no smirking either, you just dance with them 

to make them look less crazy."

Jossie - "Fine dammit."

Teresa - "Wooohooo"

And as a special little bonus here is the bunny serenading us at midnight

New Years Eve 2008 from Jossie Posie on Vimeo.

The rest of the photos are on Flickr but there was just too many to post.