This was bar none, the best Thanksgiving weekend ever. It was a much needed staycation and I feel like I got a lot done.
– I finally got a chance to watch New Moon. Actually, the boyfriend… let’s call him Mr.JHS (because I met him back in junior high school… all together now AWWWWWW)… took me out to an impromptu dinner at Quaint and a movie. It was a lovely date and I want the whole interweb to know, I had a great time 🙂
– I am now coming to terms with myself and will acknowledge this… Hi, my name is Astami and I am a fan of the Twilight series. Hiiiii Astami… Look, I read the books and I can’t help myself… they’re just TOO GOOD. That being said, I am not on team whomever but I’d just like to add this comment on the movie… more of shirtless wolf pack please. Thank you.
– Got in some girl time on Saturday evening… again, plans were totally made on a whim and I had a blast!
– Went to see Brand New and they were amazing! Lost my voice a little this morning, but it wasn’t anything a cup of tea couldn’t fix.
– All caught up with Glee and I can’t say enough good things about this show. They can dance, they can sing, AND it’s hilarious! To prove they can sing, I’m attaching this clip of their performance of the national anthem at the world series. Now granted, I didn’t want to watch the games due to the absence of my team (let’s go Mets!), however this had me watching for a teeny tiny bit. I mean Glee’s version just might be a close second to that of Whitney Houston’s Super Bowl performance back in 1991.

That being said, I have a full schedule ahead of me but I’m thankful for all the wonderful memories that were made this past weekend and I will face this coming week with all my might. We’ll see how optimistic I am after Monday is done.
Don’t forget about Cyber Monday and have a nice week!

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Happy Thanksgiving everyone! I’d like to write more but I’m suffering from a severe food coma and rather than telling you how it went down, I’ll let the pictures do the work for me.








I expect to recover from this food coma within the next few days. We’ll see 🙂
Wishing everyone a very happy holiday filled with an abundance of love and can’t-stop-holding-onto-my-stomach laughter.

Last Saturday, a group of friends decided to have a softball team family thanksgiving dinner. Since all of us were going to be with our own families on the actual Thanksgiving day, the dinner was held the weekend before. It was amazing to see all 14 of us sitting at the dining table about to eat a meal we ‘cooked’. I use this term lightly because although some of us slaved all the day long in kitchen, the boys insisted that it would be more practical to order some turkey and some sides from a restaurant. I don’t get their logic (not that I tried) but I think the girls definitely showed them that having a home cooked meal was a more fun experience. It was funny to see where we all were in life. Some were married, some had kids, and I thought to myself holy shiznet… I’m an adult. Yes, it took the cutest 1 3/4 year old girl in the whole wide world, sitting on her daddy’s lap, a couple of plates, and some fine ass friends to make me realize that I am no longer a child. It’s not a bad thing. No, it’s a great thing. I’ve been so busy with life, I forgot to stop and take it all in. I don’t want to take a second of this life for granted. With all the chaos and unexpected bumps, I forgot to dwell on all the moments that made me smile. Dwelling in itself has a negative connotation to the word, but when you’re dwelling on something good, surely it can’t be all that bad.
The preparation of the dinner was so much fun. I love cooking. It always amazes me how certain ingredients can mesh so well with one another and create something that make people go MMMmmmmm. My parents always hated when I cooked. Not because I was bad (though I will admit I have made some iffy meals in the beginning of my experimenting). My mother, in particular, hated me cooking because I had a tendency of making a bit of a mess. But after years and years of nagging, I somehow found a way to be a neat cook. I will be the first to admit it is definitely a difficult feat, but it’s definitely nice to not have to clean up at the end and I don’t have to hear my mom nag -cough cough- I mean give me loving reminders.
A few pictures to show y’all just how much fun I had…

Yeah, that’s right… I divide my ingredients into individual bowls. I like to pretend I am the great Martha Stewart. Maybe I’m not as grown up as I thought I was… Those were the ingredients for the green bean casserole and the cheese was for the twice baked potatoes (both of which I didn’t have time to take a picture of because they were gone almost immediately).

’tis my classic, but always a goodie, pecan pie. When making this pie, I always have to make two, one for the actual occasion and the other is for my family. They are not very nice when they have a craving…

Overall, it was a wonderful dinner filled with lots of love and laughter. Precious memories were made and will be cherished for years to come. Next year, we’re definitely cooking the whole thing except the fowl… we’ll leave that to the pros at Pio Pio.

Happy Monday

This morning I arrived to work to see this on my desk…

Just another picture to further clarify this image…

Needless to say, I was on the floor, laughing my butt off. I love that my cubemate has an odd sense of humor. It makes my day go by oh so quickly. We decided to make a game out of this book. One of us opens the book and has to read whichever page we fall upon aloud. Let’s just say, each page has been… entertaining.
Happy Monday!

Inspired

It’s Sunday and that means it’s laundry day. Like clockwork, I head over to my favorite laundromat on 51st street and Roosevelt ave. and get ready to get my (watching) football on. This place is awesome. Aside from the ridiculous amount of washers and dryers and abundance of folding space, there’s always one good thing I can count on… something to watch on TV. Normally, if you’re washing your load later into the afternoon, football is on and boy does that help make the agonizing task of folding go by so much quicker. I can’t stand folding. Thinking about it gives me the hebejebes. I wish there were such a thing as self folding shirts or the shirts coming out folded from the dryer. After I get this whole “I’m a photographer” business together, I’ll start working on those side inventions. As usual, I digress…

Today’s Sunday feature was not the ordinary football game or yet another showing of Dirty Dancing (which I don’t mind one bit)… no, today was the 40th ING NYC Marathon. Whenever I watch extreme sports, I get goosebumps on my arms and a shiver down my spine. Just the thought of running for an entire 26.2 miles makes me exhausted. Hell, I just drove to the laundromat that was 14 blocks away to avoid going to the rinky-dink spot down my block. That’s right… I have a laundromat right down my block. Judge me all you want, I judge myself all the time. But after having crossed off several items from my bucket list in 2009 including doing a biathlon, a sprint triathlon, and a half marathon, I think 2010 is the year I do a marathon. Goodness, I’m probably going to want to kick myself for actually proclaiming this for all you three readers to see but I figured, if I say I’m going to do it, I’m going to just have to go through with it. Now granted, I won’t be doing the NYC Marathon, but I’ll be posting the location soon enough. My goal is not so much to finish in good time but to stick to my training regiment. I watched this year’s runners smiling even though their bodies were through absolute agony and I miss that. I miss having a training schedule, pushing my body further than I thought possible, and passing that finish line and feeling like a million monopoly buckaroos.

And because I love pretty pictures… here are my two inspirations


To the left, at 5’2″ 92lbs, my baby sis Inga. She’s super bright and just ran her first official 5K and paced it at a cool 8:15 minute mile. To the right, weight undisclosed due to its ridiculous closeness to my own, the man who taught me softball, how to change a tire, there’s no such thing as ‘free’, and to live my life and then more… my father. I have yet to see the man face an obstacle and not overcome it. As a good friend of mine once said “he’s awesome.” What started with a curiosity of how it’d feel to run the NYC Marathon, my father has now done the NYC Marathon twice, the Run to the Sun in Mauii, the Two Oceans marathon in South Africa, the Great Wall run in (you guessed right) China, the Moscow marathon in Russia, the Athens marathon and most recently, the Sydney run. Did I mention he did all this within the past 10 years, raised three rugrats, worked full-time, AND have a happy marriage? If he can do it, I should have no excuses. Should being the operative word.


Hope you all have a nice week!

Remember to breathe

-boom boom boom boom boom boom-

No, that’s not the sound of NARC busting into my humble abode. It is merely the sound of my heart, racing a mile a minute, you’d think I just chugged 3 Red Bulls! Having spent the past year obsessing over a good 57 blogs that I follow religiously thanks to my google reader (yes, expect plenty of blatant, albeit shameless, brand name plug-ins), the day has finally come where I am shooting my first wedding. I’m cool. -inhale- No, really… I am -inhale- So maybe I’m a tad nervous -INHALE- Fine… I’m ecstatic/nervous/anxious/humbled/scared/happy. Yes… all at the same time. It’s amazing what opportunities life can throw at you but I’ve dreamt of this day to come for months and nothing can stop me from giving this my all. I owe myself this much. Just a short entry for now but mark my words… this is the first of many.
Peace, love, and chocolate chip cookies…
-astami

If you’re wondering why I typed up this blog hours before curtain call, it’s because my lovely friend Julia Azcona said that she wouldn’t stop bugging me until I opened one and you know what… I love her for that. Truly… Madly… Deeply…