BERMUDA...BAHAMAS..COME ON COSMOPOLGIRL

Ok...I know, I know, I have been a complete blog slacker. I haven't posted, I haven't commented but I have browsed just without the time to actually sit down and comment. Please know that I'm thinking of all of you.
Unfortunately for you...I am not going to be able to read, comment, post for another week because.....I AM GOING ON A CRUISE!!!
Tomorrow I will be driving to New York and leaving from the port in NY on the Norweigan Cruise Line to travel to Bermuda and the Bahama's. So from Saturday to Saturday I will be laying out with a book in one hand and a drink in the other. DAMM MY LIFE IS GOOD!!! I do not even care that it's going to be with my parents and aunt. Who cares? A vacation is a vacation!!! However, I promise when I get back I will make a point to sit down, post, read and comment!! I have so much to say and no time. I've puked on the grassy knoll (a.k.a - met Toyota Guy's family...OK...I didn't puke, that's just the name, hipchick gave it. It actually was a lot of fun!!) I hosted my own one woman crusade against an evil company (well not one woman....I could never do it without Independent Girl, Hip Chick, The Not-So-Knocked Up One with The Scary Toys and Beltone. I don't know what I would do without them! They rock to work with and more importantly they rock to be friends with. I've become invisible today (someone almost hit me with their car and I almost hit three idiot teeny-boppers on bikes who think they can bike quicker than I can drive. I went to a wine festival with Blue, Independent Girl, Hip Chick, Toyota Guy and then went to dinner with That Girl and got to meet Cool Kid (who may just be as goofy as I am). Unfortunately I have no time. I'll be back next week and update on everything!!

So........until then......

BERMUDA...BAHAMA'S....HERE COMES COSMOPOLGIRL!!!!!

DADDY'S LITTLE GIRL!

There are some days he's drives me completely and totally nuts.

How's your car? Have you changed the earl?

(oil...for those of you who don't speak with a Rocky NY accent)

How are your bills? Do you need money? You use credit, why? You'll ruin your credit score!

(Sorry I use credit cards! I can't help it!)

What do you mean you have a date? Should you be dating? You're only 31 years old. You're not old enough to date? What do you mean you have company? Male company? Do I need to get my gun out

(Daughters of New York City cops have it really rough. Though I have to say it is especially rough for those brave enough to decide to take the precious daughters out on a date!)

Do you really need to live four hours away? You could move back to New York and come and live with me and your mother

(sure I'll share the basement with my slacker brother)

What do you mean your 18 years old and want to go into New York City? Don't you know the hot dogs are laced with cocaine?

(True statement from dad, we still talk about it! Yeah cause I'm going to eat a hot dog, walk around and then realize damm I'm high it must be the hot dogs I bought from the guy on the corner....oh wait which corner, they're on every corner!)

These conversations drive me nuts but you want to know something there are days, like today, that he calls and leaves on my voice mail

hello daughter. Call your father! I'm proud of you! Love dad!

(he always leaves messages that end with love dad...like it's a letter!)
To my father I will always be the little girl who he can hold in one hand, whose diapers he changes, who stands up in her crib and sings the McDonalds song "Glasses to go", who sits on the floor playing with her barbies and gets excited when he comes home with a Cabbage Patch Kid Doll he just waited for three hours in a line to get. And guess what I'm so glad for it!!
I'm going to end this email with a passage from an email my father sent me when I was having a rough time. Even though I forget sometimes, I am always happy to be daddy's little girl!

I have always been very proud of you. Since going to college you have always been on your own and despite my meddling you have always handled yourself very well. I have so much admiration for you because you chose a profession dedicating yourself to helping kids and families with great needs sacrificing financial gains that a college degree and masters sometimes rewards people in other professions. I think you are a wonderful and unselfish person doing what you do. You and your co-workers are the real hero's of this world

A NEW ADDICTION

"I'm going to give you something," my baby brother says to me last weekend. "It's like crack, it's so addicting." I was a little scared but said "fine, what is it." He hands me this package and told me not to look at it until I get home. "Make sure you have time" he says to me. "It will consume you and take over your life" Well guess what he was right. All last night I did it! I came home from work this afternoon and did it! Now, I'm going back for more tonight.
So, what is this new addiction I've latched upon you ask? LOST!!! My baby brother gave me the box set of the first season of Lost! I watched the first four episodes last night. I got home from work today and watched another episode and then had to go out for previous plans with my neighbor. Well now I'm home and guess what I'm getting right to doing in a few minutes. You guessed it....watching Lost. It's sooo good. I have sooooo many questions. I want to know sooo much! I must get back to watching.
Unfortunately I know must wait when finished with this box set until October to see Season 2. How could life be so cruel. And seriously, how can I be so pathetic as to become addicted to a television show!! MUST GO BACK...MUST SEE WHAT HAPPENS NEXT!!!!