when i was in middle school, i would rush home every day to watch two shows...Where in the world is carmen san diego and...WISHBONE! i think it's really the only time i watched pbs...besides sesame street.

now i was horrible at geography...but i still wanted to be on carmen san diego just so i could wear the cool fedora and be a sleuth.

and i hated reading, but wishbone made it all fun. actually it just made me want a jack russel terrier. i could care less about pride and prejudice. but i loved that dog. i was so sad when the show wasn't on anymore. i kind of forgot about it until my junior year of high school when one of the world history teachers had wishbone stuff in her room. <3

and then i forgot about it again until my sister and brother in law got a rat terrier kind of like wishbone and i wanted so bad for him to be smart...but unfortunately he's not quite as bright as good old wishbone.

and today in discussing literature for Kat's paper...we thought of wishbone, which inspired this. His real name was "soccer" which made me love him more because that's my favorite sport. and i just watched a tribute video for him on youtube and it says he died and that makes me so sad, but apparently he had a long wonderfull life making reading fun for millions of children.

pbs needs to put that show on dvd right now...so many good times. who doesnt love watching a dog dressed up in costumes?

i had many faves, but i think oliver twist was one of my all-time faves...esp this scene (please sir, i want some more):

sigh...rip soccer/wishbone. we all miss you.

Ah yes, I figured it was time to blog...this time about the eventful week of Thanksgiving. Originally I had no plans for Thanksgiving. I was going to drive up the night of to Kat's so her, Janice and I could head out to Vegas the next morning. However, with one phone call that all changed.

So it was another typically lazy day in Boston at Alison's house watching TV while she was at school and all of a sudden I hear, "Romeo take me somewhere we can be alone..." aka, my phone started ringing and it's Janice. It must be big if Janice is calling me, so we talk and I learn, we're leaving on Wednesday to work merch at the Cowboys football game on Thanksgiving. Talk about sudden change in plans. I was def looking forward to the warm weather seeing as how I have spent the majority of my turkey days in the South except last year.

The flight wasn't too exciting...except some old guy sat in Janice's seat and thought it was his when neither of the seats on his two tickets were anywhere near 4D. But it was ok because there ended up being an emtpy row so the Kat, Janice and I sat next to each other.

The events of Thanksgiving day were interesting...we got to Texas Stadium and we hadn't eaten in 24 hours so the smell of hot dogs and hamburgers grilling made us want to find strangers and tailgate with them just to eat. Janice was going to offer them free Honor Society merch for food. Then Honor Society played the tailgate party and it went well. Mr. Jonas introduced them to the crowd. So many drunk guys thought they were the Jonas Brothers, some ended up being very impressed. Rowdy the cowboys mascot even decided to rock out on stage with the guys...and it was hilarious. I think Kat has a video of that.

Alex broke his drum pedal the first set and decided to lounge while laughing to Janice:

And some of the fans were quite interesting...I don't know exactly how to describe them. I'm used to southern people, but I think Kat and Janice were a little surprised. This lady was awesome:

And check out mullet boy i was standing next to:

If i trimmed the front of my hair, we'd be related.

Then after we packed up the merch we headed in to see the football game. We had some sick seats!

Demi did amazing with the National Anthem and the Jonas Brothers did well with the halftime show. It was a tough crowd to play for. After the game we waited in a ridiculous cab line with some more creepy Texans.

When we got back to the hotel all we could think about was food...We ventured to CVS and got some delicious A&W Root Beer Float drinks (imagine 7 people trying to cross large intersections late at night...funny stuff), hung out in the lobby and then we decided to order pizza hut, but it was pretty late. Kat ordered online and the guy called to make sure he had the right hotel...and we never got the pizza. Kat would text pizza hut to see how long and everytime it was 29 more minutes...and we tried to call but of course, closed for the holidays. I think we eventually just went to sleep. Next day it was up for some brunch with the guys then off to the airport...

but that story will come later because this is already long and boring because I'm not that witty like Janice. Until next time...peace love and crackers.

Well hello there...I've been sitting here for about 3 days trying to figure out what the heck to blog about...because I'm really not that interesting of a person. I wanted to do this though because I think it's such an awesome site and the people are fantastic, and I didn't want to miss out...so I am going to try and muster up some interesting things to keep you entertained, given they might just be random posts about nothing of importance.

I'm an avid facebook user, and the other day, a friend from high school posted this as her status: "________ is wondering if she's the only one left in her graduating class that is NOT married..." and it got me thinking. It's crazy how fast time can fly by. It honestly does seem like everyone from high school is married, having babies, getting engaged, etc...leading a "grown-up" life per say. Sometimes I feel like I'm stuck being a kid because of the life I've chose to lead, but then I look again and I realize...damnit I'm having fun and that's what matters. I am just not ready to grow up I guess. Which is probably why a lot of my friends are way younger than me, and why I know more about teen pop culture than your 14 year old cousin. But I'm slowly learning to accept that. I have taken a risk, branching out on my own to do work that I love, giving up the conventional 8 to 5 job. I may not have stability, but I have passion, I guess.  I'm sure my parents probably think I wasted their money on a college degree I will probably never use, but I still have it as a backup. Better safe than sorry, and I think my parents are slowly accepting the fact I have found something I love...most of the time haha.

So when the pressures of the "real world" gets harder, I have to remind myself to stop and look at the things I have done, even though I don't feel I need credit or did anything worthy, I know I played a microscopic part in the success. I may not be successful to the status quo, but I am successful to myself. Whoever would have thought a band of three brothers from New Jersey, that I was asked to do myspace things for about 3 years ago would one day blow up and be the biggest thing since sliced bread? I mean their faces are literally everywhere. It's so crazy. And now I'm starting to see the same thing happen with some other friends of mine, Honor Society. I couldn't be more proud. I still remember about two years ago when Kat would ditch me on AIM cause she had to be at a recording session or practice for HS and I was like...fine leave me. Then a little over a year ago I was able to meet these guys and I saw what she saw...amazing talent. And seriously some of the greatest people I've ever met. They've been trying to live their dream for some time now, and I'm sure they've all wondered, am I doing the right thing? Should I give up and get a "normal job." And that helps reassure me at low times. I'm so excited to be able to see their dreams come true...esp next weekend when I get to go to Cali and Vegas with Kat and Janice and Lauren and see them perform in front of thousands of people. A lot sure has changed since Olive's.

So basically...I've finally accepted that I am happy with what I'm doing. No more being depressed because I'm not getting married or because I don't have a conventional 8 to 5 office job at some big company like many of my former classmates. I love what I'm doing (most of the time haha) and the amazing people and friends I've met because of it...I think that's been the best part. So after a rough 2 or so years...I think the best is starting to come!

And this probably makes no sense but I'm too lazy to read over it...haha...but do what you love...it'll make you feel better.