Our Founding Fathers

My parents got me this mug at Mount Rushmore (which will be quite obvious when you see the picture, I hope).
"Mount Rushmore National Memorial is a tribute to the greatness of America and its leaders. For millions of visitors each year, this granite sculpture represents the growth of a nation and an understanding and appreciation of its heritage." I didn't come up with that, it's what it says on the other side of the mug.
My mom explained to me the reasons Washington, Lincoln, Jefferson and Roosevelt were chosen to be carved into this hunk o' rock. It was like, Washington built the country, Jefferson did something else to it, Lincoln did yet another thing to it, and Roosevelt did something to it as well. I wish I could remember what it was, because it made a lot of sense.

As to why the presidents aren't in chronological (or even alphabetical) order is beyond me. I don't like it when things are arranged arbitrarily. It makes me uncomfortable. I don't even know how many times I have threatened to sneak into my sister's room and alphabetize her DVD collection. How are you supposed to find which one you want to watch if they are just hanging out there, willy nilly-ly? No rhyme, no reason...just there. I'm sorry, I just can't roll that way. If I want to watch, let's say, Breakfast at Tiffanys- I need to know that I will find it safely tucked in between The Breakfast Club and Bridget Jones' Diary every single time!!

Wonderfultown

New York, New York!!
I've only been to NYC twice in my entire life. And the last time I was there, it was hardly for more than 36 hours. But I loved it!! I wouldn't want to live there, or anything...it's a little 'I don't want to live on the moon'
There is just something about a big city (and all that theatre!!) that has a wonderfully strange effect on me. It's such a high to be around all that hustle and bustle. Besides the fact that I wander around looking like a country bug...
The first time I went was with my sister, and I can't imagine anyone else who I'd rather go with! We were there for a week and we saw Broadway shows and went to museums and spent almost a whole day in Central Park. We went to Ellis Island and found 'Grandpa Tony' in the immigration records (my dad's mom's dad). We went to the 102nd floor of the Empire State Building. We saw the Statue of Liberty and Ground Zero, we shopped and ate hotdogs from a cart. We had breakfast at Tiffany's on 5th Avenue and we saw a taping of the Today Show. And we barely scraped the surface of what the city has to offer.
I can't wait to go back again. But until then I have my memories, my pictures and my mug:


In other news...I got a new computer, so I've been working on transferring all my files. It took me almost all day yesterday to make sure I had all my music. I thought that was complicated (3228 songs...whew)--I am dreading trudging through all my pictures. Trying to figure out which ones transferred on my external hard-drive and which ones didn't. And sorting them because they didn't stay in their files when I stuck them in iPhoto...urgh

"Thursday...it just can't be Thursday. It's too gruesome"

Actually, I don't mind Thursdays...they are my 'Fridays' (the day before my day off). But I thought a quote from Breakfast At Tiffany's might be appropriate for a post about a mug with "Tiffany Lamps" on it. I got this mug at Serendipity iii in New York. I liked the restaurant, and I liked the mug. I especially liked the quote on the inside which gives the definition of serendipity as "the art of finding the unusual, or the pleasantly unexpected by chance of sagacity"...nice, right?

If you ever find yourself in New York, I do recommend this little restaurant. The food is really yummy, and you HAVE to get a 'Frrrozen Hot Chocolate'


In other news: I am missing a bracelet. My Starbucks bracelet to be exact. It wasn't in my jewelry box this morning, and I don't know where else it would be. I doubt it was stolen, because if someone were to break into my apartment and, subsequently, my jewelry box I don't think they'd steal a charm bracelet made out of glass beads and a Starbucks gift card...especially since my gramma has a habit of giving me really nice jewelry that I'm not quite old enough for yet (like emerald earrings, and a pink-gold tennis bracelet)...my new mission tomorrow is to clean my little apartment from top to bottom in search of this bracelet-but let me know if you find it first!