jeez! what a difference hair and makeup does!

Hey everyone! im back...well sorta...

happilicious new year! and shana tova if youre a chosid!

NYC on new years eve is......simply fascinating....! for lack of a better word. Im still in awe....well ok...the explanation for that is....it was my first time Ive actualy experienced it first hand. Ive celebrated new years every year, but never made it to manhattan. It was realy amazing! lots of fun! and very gross! I witnessed too much vomit in one night...and yes on the subway as well! eww!


Anyway, ill let you in on my little story...and the experience I had in NYC that evening..

Lets start with 10 pm, two hours prior to the ball drop. Times square was mobbedddddddd with ppl to say the least. The temperature was frigid.....but...man! the spirit down there! ive never seen aything like it!
I was lucky enough to have had the sense that night, to have gotten dressed appropiatly for the weather....encouraging myself...that i'd rather look interesting and be warm, then look a little less trendy, and "litteraly" freeze my ass off. There was NO HEELS that night either. I was litteraly standing on my feet for 8 hours....! yup...! you heard me...! 8 hours! So anyway if you happened to have seen this women in times square with these big chuncky suade boots, and an oversized down coat...then yup...that was me!


....Its 11:59......time has come to start the cowntdown!
Thousands of ppl in unison.......!
Ten...Nine...Eight...Seven...Six...Five...Four...Three...Two...One...
BAM!
The ball drops......fireworks lite up the sky....and then comes shouts of..........
HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!
How spectacular is that?!

After that, we hit the clubs.... it was prettay awesome!!
I must add...I stayed sober all night...and I feel very good bout myself....I have to say, I never enjoyed as much as i did now...being sober! I was able to be aware and observe of what was going on around me....and Im actualy left with memories...instead of not remembering a goddamn thing.

Heres my nightmare with a happy ending....
we called it a night at 430 am....and took the train to retrieve our car that was parked uptown.
To make a very long story short.........we got lost in the middle of harlem...in the rain...with no train station in sight...no money for a cab...drentched...exhausted...about to give up...when we spotted and approached this african american guy getting out of his silver polished toyota...and asked him if he can direct us to the nearest train station...which could of meant walking another 5 blocks in the pouring rain....
Anyway........guess what?! your totaly not expecting to hear this...and neither did I: this guy reaches for his wallet, and pulls out 6 bucks for a cab, handing it to us, saying: "happy new year", and "god bless"! and wishing us "shalom" upon leaving! How this guy knew we were jewish...im still wondering to this very moment....
I named him "the angel of harlem"

the italian guy...oy vay

Here is the link...check it out...very funny!

http://www.huaren.com/fun/english.htm

Here it is in text...read on...enjoy!

Poor guy...all he wanted was a piss....i mean a "piece" of toast....and a shit....ehem....a sheet...lol.....and did i forget to mention a fuck...sorry i meant a...uh...fork next to his plate! lol!


One day I gonna to Malta to a big hotel, in the morning I go down to eat a breakfast. I tell the waitress that I want two pieces of toast. She brings me only one piece. I tell her "I wanna two pieces". She say "Go to the toilet". I say "you don't understand, I wanna two pieces on my plate". She say to me: "you better not piss on the plate, you sonnawabitch". I do not even know this lady and she call me a sonnawabitch !!
Later I go to eat at a bigger restaurant. The waiter brings me a spoon and a knife but no fork. I tell her "I wanna a fork" and she tell me: "everyone wanna f@?k ". I tell her "you don't understand me... I wanna fork on the table". She say: "you better not f@?k on the table you sonnawabitch" .

So I go back to my room in my hotel and there is no sheets on the bed. I call the manager and tell him "I wanna a sheet". he tell me to go the toilet. I say "you don't understand I wanna a sheet on my bed". He say: "you better not shit on the bed, you sonnawabitch".

I go to the Check out and the man at the desk said "peace on you", and I say: "Piss on you too, you sonnawabicth". I gonna back to Italy !

Bitchology

BITCHOLOGY
When I stand up for
myself and my beliefs,
they call me a
bitch .
When I stand up for
those I love,
they call me a
bitch .

When I speak my mind, think my own thoughts
or do things my own way, they call me a
bitch .

Being a bitch
means I won't
compromise what's
in my heart.
It means I live my life
MY way.
It means I won't allow anyone to step on me.

When I refuse to
tolerate injustice and
speak against it, I am
defined as a
bitch .

The same thing happens when I take time for
myself instead of being everyone's maid, or when I act a little selfish.
It means I have the courage and strength to allow myself to be who I truly am and won't become anyone else's idea of what they think I "should" be.
I am outspoken,
opinionated and determined. I want what I want and there is nothing wrong with that!

So try to stomp on me,
try to douse my inner flame, try to squash every ounce of beauty I hold within me.
You won't succeed.

And if that makes me a bitch ,
so be it.
I embrace the title and
am proud to bear it.
B - Babe
I - In
T - Total
C - Control of
H - Herself

B = Beautiful
I = Intelligent
T = Talented
C = Charming
H = Hell of a Woman

B = Beautiful
I = Individual
T = That
C = Can
H = Handle anything

"Smoking" and how its so "wonderfully bad"

Feel the smooth puffs of smoke escaping the couples slightly parted lips...watch the velvety rings of smoke ascend, as its slowly drifting together....disappearing into the misty haze above...
uhhh...ahem...sorry...I got carried away again....

Anyway, Im addicted to the evil cigarettes...yes I smoke...and Im a slave to it. And it bothers me. What bugs me most is that Im not in control of neither mind nor body...meaning...even if I've ever wanted to quit I couldnt...Ive tried many times, but I felt it was pointless....was always unsuccessful.

Dont get me wrong guys, smoking is indeed a pleasure for me, and I enjoy every minute of it...but it will always leave me with a guilty conscience.
I look at it as an act of masochism. It might sound a little extreme. But thats what it is. Has that thought ever crossed your mind?
Theres a part of me saying...ahh...screw it lady...what da hell...enjoy it...youll stop whenever you'll stop. But theres this other side saying hey its wrong!

I guess thats exactly what addiction is all about...it takes over every part of you and controls you...wether you like it or you dont..

Anyway...blah...blah...
wondering if theres any one out there that can relate to this predicament
or not-
would like to hear from you anyway...

read it every day....

This should probably be taped to your bathroom mirror where one could read
it every day. You may not realize it, but it's 100% true.
1. There are at least two people in this world that you would die for.
2. At least 15 people in this world love you in some way..
3. The only reason anyone would ever hate you is because they want to be just like you.
4. A smile from you can bring happiness to anyone, even if they don't like you.
5. Every night, SOMEONE thinks about you before they go to sleep.
6. You mean the world to someone.
7. You are special and unique.
8. Someone that you don't even know exists loves you.
9. When you make the biggest mistake ever, something good comes from it.
10. When you think the world has turned it s back on you take another look.
11. Always remember the compliments you received. Forget about the rude remarks.


And always remember....when life hands you Lemons, ask for tequila and salt
and call me over!
Good friends are like stars........
You don't always see them,
But you know they are always there

interesting ...

Scary!
Be honest with this and see the results.....
ALZHEIMERS' EYE TEST

no cheating no scrolling down

Count every " F" in the following text:

FINISHED FILES ARE THE RESULT OF YEARS OF SCIENTIFIC STUDY COMBINED WITH
THE EXPERIENCE OF YEARS...






HOW MANY ?

WRONG, THERE ARE 6 -- no joke.
READ IT AGAIN !
Really, go Back and Try to find the 6 F's before you scroll down.


The reasoning behind is further down.

The brain cannot process "OF".

Incredible or what? Go back and look again!!

Anyone who counts all 6 "F's" on the first go is a genius. Three
is normal, four is quite rare.



















And no, I didnt get all 6...I scored 3 "F's". But eyyy, I still think im a smokin' genius.

wish to share yours? hey, honest please..