19 September 2009

The Agony of Temptation

And really, who can resist a marshmallow?

Oh, The Temptation from Steve V on Vimeo.

12 September 2009

Please, Please Me

I come by my musical tastes naturally. I was influenced by what the people around me listened to when I was young. Rock - totally from my father. I remember driving with him and listening to Joan Jett, Meat Loaf, and Aerosmith. Mom was into oldies and Top 40. I took dance classes so I learned a lot about classical music not to mention dance/club music. Tap class introduced me to the Big Band Era. It was my Aunts who introduced me to the Beatles. My dad's sisters used to babysit me for me a lot. We also spent a ton of time at my grandparents and Auntie Lorri and Auntie Pat still lived at home. They loved the Beatles and so I did too. Always have. If I had to pick a favorite, it would be Paul. Paul Mccartney is my all time favorite. So I was thrilled when I heard that they were remastering all their music. And I want it. I'm going to have to save my pennies though. Buying essentially what amounts to the entire catalog isn't inexpensive. I have a couple of Beatles CDs. I have Anthology volume 2 and the 2 collections (the red one and the blue) and I think I also have Revolver. But I really really really want the remastered collection. I have time to save my pennies though, as it is pretty much sold out everywhere.

Breakfast

I was going to post a picture of my ooey gooey breakfast - peanut butter and marshmallow fluff on a whole grain english muffin, but yet again, I can't put my hands on my camera cord! Thank goodness for ebay, I was able to get one for less than $6 plus free shipping, which was way better than the $16 + shipping if I ordered direct from Canon.

Suffice it to say, my breakfast was delicious and if you've never tried peanut butter and marshmallow fluff, you don't know what you're missing!

ps - I did also have some grapes to health-ify breakfast a little bit.

07 September 2009

Homesick

Every so often I hit a wave of homesickness. It doesn't happen a lot. I mean, I've traveled away from home since I was 3 years old. I'd leave my parents for a weekend at Grandma's or a road trip with Grandma and the marching band (another story for another day) without so much as a backwards glance. I didn't cry, I didn't beg to go home, I liked being away. Don't get me wrong, I liked coming home. I love going home. But I guess you could say I've always had a bit of wanderlust in my soul. It's allowed me to travel all over the US and go to school away from home and live and work in Maine and New York and Louisiana and North Carolina.

I love North Carolina. I have friends here, I like my classes at NCSU, and I love my job at Duke. There are moments though where I wish I could transplant this whole experience to my mom's backyard in North Providence. Its the little things that get me. Seeing someone's birthday on my calendar or Jim & Beej posting video of Jack and Lila on Facebook and my my heart aches for a bit and I get a little weepy. It's hard sometimes being so far away from everyone that you hold so very dear.

For those of you who know the barest things about me, my family - my big, huge, Italian-American family - are pretty much all in Rhode Island and Southeast Mass. I grew up with my cousins. We'd spend weekends together just hanging around, making up dances, playing games, swimming in grandma's pool. My aunts and uncles are the best. I love my parents and I have an awesome stepfamily. And here I sit on a long holiday weekend, reading about research methods and getting a little wistful about football seasons past where we'd all cheer on the Patriots or go to Auntie Lorri's for a soup party. My cousins have babies now and I'm missing watching them grow up. It's hard going home every few months and be a stranger to these little ones. Especially since I have no children of my own. I love my life, and I like the person I've become. I just get a little homesick every now and again.
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