nyc.

The reason for our visit. My brother is graduating from NYU

with a Masters in Theater so we went to see his last play.

Grimaldi's with the Manhattan Bridge in the background.

Pres. Obama was in Manhattan that day so we ate pizza and

watched helicopters and police boats surround the

Brooklyn Bridge as he crossed it.

We think.

It was either him or Peyton Manning.

{It was draft week at Radio City.}

Purple dress with the Brooklyn Bridge in the background.

oh my goodness.

No, it's not just a waffle.

This is a Liege,

the best thing I ate,

ever,

from this place:

A whole stack of Liberty of London at Purl Soho.

I wanted to cry.

This is my favorite subway shot.

No, I think it's this one:

she's pregnant.

I didn't take a lot of pictures this time.

I wish I had.

We went to Mesa Grill the first night

and saw Bobby Flay.

Oh yes, in real life.

We watched him come in and out of the kitchen all night.

And my sister Cassy went and stood

in front of the glass wall to the kitchen

with a huge Tennessee grin

until he looked up,

and she did a big thumbs up

so he came out and shook her hand.

It pays to be bold.

I didn't even get a picture.

Note: next time you're in New York, Cally,

take pictures,

and don't leave your family

alone with the box of donuts

you've been dreaming of eating

from the Donut Plant

while you go in for more

creme brulee's.

animals.

I harbor no hard feelings.

And bother famous people.

And take tissues to Wicked.

{I balled like a baby.}

And don't try a balancing act on the subway.

no further explanation needed.

I love NY.

sometimes you miss noodles.

I've been out of town; in NYC.

being away makes you realize how happy you are to come home.

eating in New York makes you realize how boring your food is.

subways make you realize how clean your house is.

i sure love home.

I sure love cute noodles.

either Desmond is forcing Locke into a near death (totally near death) experience like he and Charlie had to snap him into remembering his true love (making his rounds you know)...but Locke doesn't have a true love to envision and link him to the island so the next option is that Desmond knows what's going on between the two universes, because he's gone into the back and forth job like the last time he was blasted with magnets and he is very aware of what's going on and is killing Lockes body in alter world so Smokie doesn't have a way to come back...somehow. If Locke REALLY dies in alter world, it will destroy the evil plan of the evil guy.

And really, I was mad at Hurley. Not checking his sources. Everyone knows the voices pre-empt Smokie. Everyone but the Hurl, supposedly. Michael, I mean Smokie used and abused the sweet man to get everyone to his camp.

So they're all together. A happy disfunctional family...with a pilot. How convenient. Now Smokie just needs Jin and he can jet home. EXCEPT, he can't get past the electro-magnetic barrier Whidmore so cleverly put up around his compound. Hmmm, you mean the same electro-magnetism that Desmond seems to love and embrace? Do ashes have some sort of magnetic powers? He doesn't like electricity, he doesn't like ashes. Does Smokie look like a bunch of super powered ashes flying around to you? But he's summoned / consumed in water. Ben called him both times in a pool. Sayid was infected in a pool.

Smokie killed Ecko because he had no fear. He liked Locke because he was always afraid. He dumped Desmond down a well because he wasn't afraid. Or because he's electric. something like that. whatever. he's alive.

Hurley picked up Jacob's ashes in the little bag when he got that look.

Poor Ilyana.

Weird Willy Wonka song. I mean really.

Sweet Penny running the bleachers. Loved that.

And seriously, where's Rose?

I'm done. that feels good. thanks for the push Kari.

my new makeup bag.

just to remind me to be beautiful in secret.

when people aren't looking.

to stop staring at the outside of myself in the mirror.

now, while spending time with

my covergirl collection,

i will hopefully think of what I can do

quietly.

to be beautiful

where no one sees.

i love my life.

I body pumped today. I wanted a challenge {my first mistake} so I added more weights to my bar {dummy} and I told myself before the class that I would push through the pain no matter how many near death experiences I experienced. I made myself pinky promise I wouldn't quit; because I don't want to have a heart attack.

I must hurt my body to save my body.

And so it began. the hour of slow muscle pumping torture.

I thought maybe I might be able to forgive myself for quitting when I saw the blinding light and knew if I squatted one more squat I wouldn't come up...but then I thought of Maya from Project Runway and remembered how I mumbled under my breath at her {because I would never yell at a tv. duh.} You can't quit!! You're so close! You're doing so well, don't throw it all away now just because you think you might die! Nooo Mayaaa, Noooo!!!!!

You find inspiration in the most unpexected.

So I paralleled my little life with that of Maya's career, and I persevered. And almost threw up. That's the sign of a good workout.

And now I can't lift my arms over my head and it's not even tomorrow.

But all is well because after the class I wobbled my way into Hobby Lobby and found these on clearance for 30 cents a piece:

So I bought a few boxes.

You know, one for each pain in the body pump.

I feel much better.

ninny.

why with all that candy we had in this house can I not find a single piece?!

it's cruel.

what I'd give for a creme egg.