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Home Is Where The Heart Is

In Uncategorized on February 6, 2012 at 4:05 pm

Tacky I know, but it’s somewhat true. While I have no intention of moving back to New Jersey any time soon, I do find a sense of comfort when I head back in my SUV to the Jersey Shore – judge me all you want. No, I live nowhere near where the show is taped and no, I have no friends with diamond studs or gelled hair from home. The town I grew up in has tons of heritage with generations upon generations staying put and growing their ever expanding families in the town – making themselves somewhat hometown heroes.

This weekend I went home for some gum surgery, while that part CLEARLY wasn’t enjoyable – the trip home was. I thought it would be worth snapping some shots and stealing some that showcase what makes home, home for me and what exactly I love about my hometown.

My Last Remaining Pug, Wally

I had three fat little pugs at one point: Winston, Webster and Wally but time brings old age and unfortunately sickness so now, we only have Wally as our little remaining soldier. I think he’s just starting to take a liking to me – only took 12 years, no big deal. He’s not the sharpest tool in the shed, by any means – I’m not sure if he’s even able to respond to his name being called still but hey, I love him anyway. 

Wawa

For those of you who automatically don’t sigh and long for a sub from this chain? You’re clearly missing out. Wawa is a DE/NJ based convenience store I guess you could call it – but it’s so so much more to locals in NJ. I can remember every day of the summer for over a decade walking over to Wawa for turkey subs and Lemonade Iced Tea – no shoes, no tops just bathing suits and a ten dollar bill in hand. They made customized subs/hoagies before every other massive store/food chain began offering such customization. I will forever be endebted to Wawa. I’d like a turkey whole wheat shorti sub with pickles, tomatoes, lettuce, grated parmesan, spicy/whole grain mustard with an extra side of pickles – PLEASE AND THANK YOU

 Local Dive Bar Trips

My best friend and next door neighbor since I was born has always been my partner in crime – whether it came to dressing up in yellow Harriet The Spy attire to spy on our neighbors growing up, to laughing in the corner of our local dive bars behind the jukebox. There is something to be said to local beach town bars – they’re grungy but boy do they provide a large amount of entertainment/ enjoyment. You have such a combo platter over the summer of “better than you” out of towners living down on the beach for the summer mixed with all locals who really don’t like them but know our town economy depends on them. Always a fun night out to say the least. 

Margate Beach

So I have somewhat of a nice set up – I have a home now on the water in South Beach and live ten minutes from the ocean in New Jersey. Granted, it’s my sailing/water phene father’s doing. Nonetheless, I don’t think I could own a house without having water somewhere nearby once I settle down. The beach in Margate is my home – it holds so many memories from my childhood and through today. The best times to go are the months leading up to the summer rush and after everyone heads back to Philly – it’s your own personal beach, nothing compares.

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13 Facts You Most Likely Didn’t Know About Me

In Uncategorized on October 8, 2010 at 4:07 pm

No, I didn’t craft this myself thank you very much. For your Friday enjoyment folks.

Ever been in a cop car in real life? Funny you ask actually. Yes, I have in fact. Last summer I was a bit “under the weather” let’s leave it at that — and thought it was a really smart move to hail down a cop car in my local beach hometown as opposed to a taxi *which mind you does not exist in Southern New Jersey. I tried to sit in the back of the car, he started chuckling and said, “You don’t want to do that ma’am, sit shotgun… trust me”.

I can’t help but laugh out loud when: I see a wildly unattractive couple displaying public affection — don’t get me wrong, I don’t think of myself above others, but I make the very distinct statment that seeing ugly couples grope each other on the corner of Bleeker makes me unappetized for hours following. That’s all I’m saying.

My car is: A silver BMW X3 — Miss my white one named “Sunny” that I had in high school, silver is not only a lackluster non show stopping color I’ve decided but it also scratches if you cough the wrong way. Fail decision on my end, BMW you’ve done nothing wrong, I promise.

I have a scar from: Well, I have a few. Me and the beauty product called the razor aren’t too close with one another. It’s always been a love/hate/more hate relationship. I tore off most skin on my leg while shaving 3 years back. I also took a severe fall on the cobblestones in Boston while running one time. I also have a big ass scar from chopping almost though my index finger with a knife while trying to cut an Everything bagel — 12 stitches and 2 Xanax later, and I’m good to go, minus the scar that is.

I can’t go a day without reading: The New York Times (front page, business, op-eds, dining in dining out and the arts on occasion), The Wall Street Journal (weekly journal, front pages), Serious Eats, NY Mag Online and Tastespotting

I hate when people: Walk extremely slow when they’re in the subway station, on the street in a metro city or when you’re in need of a bathroom and need to pee. I also hate when people slurp drinks, soups, milkshakes — no thank you. Straws are available nationwide at your local market, invest in some please.

I want to get married: Either on the top floor of the Le Parker Meridian in the city where I grew up as a child, or I’d love something extremely traditional and beautiful in the country — like a pretty part of CT, upstate NY

My celebrity crush is: Um, well, I have a few? So I will go with the following which hasn’t really changed too much in the past 3/4 years but oh well. It’s MY celeb crush list and I can keep it as long as I’d like. Shia LaBeouf (while I know he’s a nutball in real life), Shane West (hot DAMN still), Ryan Reynolds (no explanation needed)

I’ve lost: Pretty much every nice thing every bought for me? I try so hard to be less spacey, after being begged and pleaded to by my parents over the past decade but I will admit it’s just NOT my strong suit. I am not one of those people who has a photographic memory either, so pretty much, I’m screwed.

My favorite thing to wear is: Oversized loose/sexy tops and tight jeans and black pumps. Possibly with a jacket or not depending on the weather. I hate tight fighting clothing of all sorts so skin tight dresses where you can’t cough or breathe is not something you’d see me wearing out at night.

What I’m afraid of: Being trapped in an elevator, airplane crashes, huge sharks, getting sick, failure to live up to everyone’s expectations, not being loved

Favorite smell: Lola by Marc Jacobs is my signature perfume so I love that smell, but also the smell of Blockbuster, Home Depot and True Value. Oh, and gasoline, permanent markers and firewood but only in October/November. Don’t judge.

Things next to your bed: My Canon Rebel camera, my beautiful wooden jewelry box, two books I’m in the midst of finishing and a pair of neon green plastic glasses that remind me of good people I miss from home

 

Welcome to the Beach…

In Beaches on May 31, 2008 at 1:30 am

This is my home folks, Dirty Jersey? I think not. This picture is also, pre-shoobie arrival however… damn shoobies!