Dance Like You Don't Have A Nation!

Had to share this. Because these people were awesome.

DPF: Finnegan's Wake

New song stuck in my head. One that makes me want to dance.



I have grown a huge fondness for Darby O'Gill's version of pretty much ANY song on my Jig Rock Pandora station. I think it's his fans that make it fabulous. They remind me of RPI hockey supporters.

DPF: It's baaaaaack

Trying my hardest to keep up with old traditions....

So let's start this back off with a BANG!

ORANGE MOCHA FRAPPUCHINOS!

I recently found out that Meekus was played by Alexander Skarsgård. Who knew?

DPF: Wedding Snip

Allow us to start off slowly on this new re-blogging adventure...

With a Dance Party Friday of my friends Ashley and Courtney, with a little bit of Veebs, Puppy, and James in the background.

Oh and yeah...this is from our wedding...

Major thanks to Ash for pulling this DPF from our wedding video!

NAKED PANIC ATTACK

Long story short. Julibean had the worst night ever last night trying to see a Mumford and Sons concert (which Ashley and Cynthia said was the best concert they ever saw) and it turned into a story very reminiscent of the Naked Bronx Zoo story our Dad likes to tell us sometimes.

So here's something for the Beaner (and Becky) to make them feel better. Seriously, we'll be laughing about this in a year's time.




P.S. I LOVE this song and didn't know the name of it. I have an entire Pandora station dedicated to Mumford and Sons and other bands in the what I like to call "Jig Rock" genre.

P.P.S. We have decided that the next time they're nearby Julianne and I are going to their concert and doing it right. Tailgate. Beer. The whole nine yards.

Dancing in the Street

Me: so today
Me: I have legit, nothing to do
Me: T is in Germany
Me: Charo is in Springfield
Me: and I just finished my one assignment for the day

Ash: watch that
Me: hahahaha
Me: I love you so hard right now
Ash:

DPF: Raining, Pouring

Nasty weather means hilarious entertainment apparently...



Gotta love the boys of summer...no matter where they hail from...

DPF: The 80s were AWESOME

Tomorrow for my bachelorette the girls and I are going to the Awesome 80s Prom. It's going to be EPIC. I'm going for the Madonna rolling around on the floor in a wedding dress look. Fantastic photos to follow...

For today's dance party Friday I'd like to glace back at what I was doing around this time in say, 1987. Although I was only two, I remember it well.

My Aunt Nancy would come over (almost every day) with my cousin David. While Nancy and Mama chatted in the kitchen, Dave and I would watch Sleeping Beauty. ALMOST EVERY DAY.

We would take turns hiding under the covers when Maleficent reared her ugly head and swirled into green hurricanes and flames to move around.

Our mothers would find it hilarious that we would shout things like, "Touch the bindle!" at each other while we were playing.

In celebration of that simpler time, please enjoy Prince Phillip's dance of rejoicing:


(Image borrowed from someone fantastic on Tumblr.)

DPF: Ouila!

This one is for Julibean:



Allow me to explain. Yesterday morning Julianne told me she wasn't feeling well and that she thought she had pulled something in her sleep. She had a pain in her side.

Immediately my mind always flies to APPENDIX mostly because freshman year a friend of mine (after two trips to the hospital, and then being dismissed twice for "nothing") had his appendix burst on him and it was quite possibly one of the most horrible things ever.

So I ask her more about her symptoms and play doctor. She said stabbing pain, immediately I think APPENDIX, but the pain wasn't in the right spot. She was having shortness of breath and a pain in her ribs on her right hand side. At that point I thought maybe gallbladder because our mother had hers out back in '96 and had trouble with it even in earlier years.

I am the last person who will jump up and go to the doctor on a whim. Unless I think I need antibiotics, I'll get through it on my own. But when it's something like shooting pain in your abdomen I say, get thee to the doctor!

Julibean called her doctor, but he couldn't give her an appointment until noon today, and suggested going to the doc in the box. She goes to the clinic and has a few tests done, and they say, you should go to the emergency room. At this point we all were thinking gallbladder.

After a round of tests at the emergency room, and a day sitting around in pain at the hospital since they didn't give her any pain meds until they knew what was wrong, finally at around 11pm they told her it was appendicitis and they'd have to yank it out of her.

AHA! APPENDIX!

All night all I could think of was the Madeline episode where she has her appendix out and all the other girls want theirs out too. I asked Julianne if she was going to have a funny shaped scar and she said no, they were removing it through her belly button...which really only made me think of mummies having their brains yanked out through their nose.

...I'm sick that way.

APPENDIX!

DPF: Real life?

Sometimes I really wish I lived inside a musical. So things like this would happen:




Thanks Veebs!

DPF: Oh no!

I saw this and immediately knew I had to share it:



Thanks to Chris for brightening my day with something I otherwise would never have found on my own!

We're moving!

...I just wish I knew where!!!

I know, I know, I've been a horrible blogger AGAIN. You think I'd learn my lesson by now, but no.

Anyway. It's been very stressful the past week. Yes, amazing things have happened. Jason got a job offer in CT! He also had three other phone interviews, two of which lead to on-site interviews.

So cue to last week when Jason realized his interview on the 11th in Schenectady might be cutting it close if he had to give his answer to CT by the 15th. Mad dash to see if they could bump up the interview, it was a no go but the guy did say since Jason has such a tight deadline he'd let him know the evening of the 11th if he got the job and he'd pressure HR to get right on sending him the offer.

Meanwhile there was a third possible on-site interview in Baton Rouge. Of course since this is the least ideal place to live it is the job Jason wants most. Of course even though I'm not really interested in living in the south I'm behind my manfriend all the way if it's what he wants to do. Of course since it's the job he really wants, they can't seem to get their act together and don't think they could possibly work with the 15th as a deadline. This is still up in the air.

I did some housing research both in the Schenectady area (which of course I already know a lot about housing in the capital region and Laura has moved so many times she knows the ins and outs of apartment complexes in the area) and I also took a look at the areas between Groton and the other major cities in CT.

It'd be killer easy to find a decent and affordable place to live, apartment-style, in the Capital Region. It's a little harder to find an apartment-style place in CT unless you're looking in the areas immediately surrounding a major city...which of course we're not. I haven't found any positions worth applying to in Groton but I have applied to things in New Haven and Hartford, and even Providence, RI. But all the housing between any of those two points is house rentals. We don't need anything more than two bedrooms, we can't afford anything more than two bedrooms, but that seems to be what's available in CT. Obviously the search will continue.

I told Jason my findings and asked him if NY gives him a comparable offer to CT where he would rather work/live. I wanted to know what he wanted. I already know what I want. The Capital Region is already home, we have friends there, we know the area, we're getting married there, it'd be everso convenient! Color me pleasantly surprised when he said he'd probably prefer the NY job if the offer was similar.

Yesssss.

Laura will be so happy to have me back :P

I'm not getting my hopes up. The CT offer is a solid offer and in my mind CT is WAY better than Louisiana any day of the week. (I don't like humidity, and I don't like bugs...so sue me!) I'd be content with Connecticut, I'd be ecstatic with Schenectady though!

We'll know by the end of next week where we'll be moving, and we'll be going apartment hunting next weekend. All I'm going to say is next week can't come fast enough!

It's almost like dancing...

DPF: YAY!

JASON GOT AN OFFER!

COMMENCE THE EPIC DANCING!

Well, maybe don't smack a flag. Old Glory has feelings too.

Hokay so, Jason got an offer for the job in Groton, CT. Which is fabulous and lifts a huge weight off of all of our shoulders, and I can also call Nanny and tell her to stop praying to St. Anthony to help Jason find a job.

He's still going to see if he can move up the interview for the Schenectady job. Just *sigh* I'm so freak'n happy that we can move forward and look for jobs for me and apartments and things and not worry about living out of my bedroom in my parent's house after we get married.

Dance Party Friday: Spin it

Yeah. I went there.

After work Mama and I leave to go see Julianne for the weekend. Dress shopping, and hopefully no cat fights.

DPF: Army of Slaves

This weekend lots of things are happening.

1. My parent's are leaving town for a week in Florida.
2. Laura is coming into town for the weekend.
3. Julianne and Chris are coming into town for the long weekend.
4. Jason is coming into town for the week.
5. We're taping down all the pockets in the pocketfolds.
6. We're glue together all the belly bands for the invitations.
7. We're going tux shopping.

So dance it out girlfriend. We got shit to do!

Dance like it's 1999

Last weekend when I was up in the Albany area Laura and I were caravanning back to her house when she called me just to tell me that there was a new radio station in the Capital Region.

I just wanted to let you know that there's a new radio station. 105.7, you should turn it on right now because I'm rock'n out to Cher.

105.7 CrushFM is a 90s music station and it is amazing.

In celebration of the newest most awesomest station that I now have locked into my radio for trips to Albany, and because Saturday night after our glitter fest some of the girls are going to 90s night and getting all dressed up and partying like it's 1999, please enjoy this N'SYNC Simpson's clip.

I really wish this clip had the "End with a Matrix" part...

DPF: One Minute!

In celebration of the Big Red Freakout tomorrow, here's a touchdown dance for the record books.

To me it shouts

"Goooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaal!!!"

Leaving for the Capital Region this afternoon. Lots to do, lots of fun to be had, and important people to see!

Dance Party Friday LIVES

It snowed again. I had a few excellent conversations with my father this morning...

Dad: Looks like 3" of snow.
Mom: 3" isn't that significant.
Dad: 3" is significant to me, I have to shovel that shit!
Me: It could be worse, it could actually be shit.
Dad: 3"of shit covering everything? Yeah, that'd be worse. It'd be like the Susquehanna rose up and tried to kill us.

I'll miss these sorts of exchanges when I move.

Leaving work early today to hit the road with Casey and head down to the MD to visit Julibean.

We plan on watching horrible girly movies, go wedding dress shopping for her, put together a bed frame, and look at color swatches for her invitations.

I hope "Prince-Edward" has been as distracting to you as it has been to me...

Dance Party Friday: Mov'n all week with you!

I'm so glad this week is over, like woah. I can't even explain in words.

Julibean gets in tonight and we're baking for Andy's birthday tomorrow. It's a fun filled weekend including but not limited to: shopping, baking, wrapping, decorating, dentists, partying, dress shopping, rinse repeat.

Only in work one day next week since I planned (before getting infected for a week) to take a few vacation days and let myself rest some.

Dan flies in next Thursday! And Jason should be popping up at sometime next week.

Things are looking wonderful!

DPF: Thus and Verily

Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin van-guarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition.

The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous.

Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it's my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.

Today's Dance Party Friday is in celebration of Guy Fawkes!

Something tells me if I lived in England Guy Fawkes Day/Night would be something I could get into. It seems like a cross between Halloween and Independence Day which are two of my most favorite holidays here in the states.

It seems like a day of Thanksgiving and although Turkey Day isn't my favorite thing I still appreciate the "giving thanks" nature behind the holiday.

So please enjoy this snapshot from a few years ago of Jim gett'n down with his bad self, Guy Fawkes style:


And as always, remember remember...

Remember, remember the Fifth of November,

The Gunpowder Treason and Plot,

I know of no reason

Why the Gunpowder Treason

Should ever be forgot.

Guy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes, t'was his intent

To blow up the King and Parli'ment.

Three-score barrels of powder below

To prove old England's overthrow;

By God's providence he was catch'd (or by God's mercy*)

With a dark lantern and burning match.

Holla boys, Holla boys, let the bells ring.

Holloa boys, holloa boys, God save the King!

And what should we do with him? Burn him!