Archive | June, 2012

“I’ve Got Soul – My Mama Said So”

28 Jun

Arguably one of the best opening lines in a “folksy” song.  I know – I’m going a bit overkill on the music this week, but it’s only because I’m so excited for Summer Shutdown and John & Tayls’ wedding tomorrow!! WOOP WOOP! Holy hell, I’ll be doing a lot of traveling, but I’ll have a partner-in-crime who has never been to Philly/Upstate NY before. 🙂

This song has been stuck in my head for a while. I had never heard of SK6ERS until I went to see Jon McLaughlin with Blian in NYC. Probably the best concert I’ve been to, to date. They have a TON of other really great songs – I say this because you should check them out and expand your musical catalog.

I haven’t been getting much sleep lately, so today I’m short on words and wit. I’ll post pictures from this weekend’s wedding, but during the break, I can’t promise I’ll post as often as I have been. See you on the flipside 🙂

Beez, out.


Throwback Mid-Week Music Moment: “Go Your Own Way” by Fleetwood Mac

27 Jun

Time for a throwback, peeps!


Happy 35th birthday, Rumours! My dad was in college and my mom hadn’t graduated high school yet when this album came out, but I love this particular song just as much as if I had been there when it was released into the airwaves. It’s ranked number 120 on Rolling Stone’s list of the “500 Greatest Songs of All Time” and is on The Rock and Roll Hall of Fame’s “500 Songs that Shaped Rock and Roll” list. It is a monster of 70s rock.

I listened to this song on repeat yesterday: driving to WalMart and the grocery store; walking to the mail center and the gym; rocking out in my shower (I startled my roommate last evening…oops). Just a sweet, sweet repeat of Lindsey Buckingham and Stevie Nicks’ tense, reality-show-worthy chemistry. I remember hearing Glee do a cover of this song: please Rachel Berry – you don’t hold a candle to these fine rock stars.  I had an 8th grade English teacher who looked like a scarier, skinnier version of Stevie Nicks. Can’t remember her name for the life of me, but every time I see a picture of Nicks, I think about Ms. Whatsherface trying to relate Shakespeare’s Julius Caesar to modern day times to a bunch of 13-year-olds.

Prepare to have this song stuck in your heads today!

26 Jun



Couldn’t have said it better myself 🙂
Happy Summer!

Mid-Week Music Moment: Beyonce’

26 Jun

Beyonce – Countdown

How do I love B?  Let me count the ways.

I know it’s not *technically* the middle of the week, as it’s only Tuesday, but it’s my mid-week. I’m leaving after work on Thursday to go to a Friday wedding (and there was much rejoicing!) and then a full week off from work! Calm down, haters – jealousy is not a good look for you ;).  Also, since GSL is going on an “information diet”, I have to share my musical musings (i.e., Awesome of the Week – AOTW) with someone else (attempting to be as awesome as WeeklyDownload).

So, Beyonce. This woman is unstoppable. She’s the better half of the music industry’s power couple and the World’s Most Beautiful Woman. Also, her baby is freakin’ adorable. I don’t know that she has ever put out a sub-par track. This woman can do it all: sing, dance, act (have you SEEN Dreamgirls?! That movie was awesome and she does all 3). She is so powerful that Webster’s Dictionary added “bootylicious” as a legitimate, English-language word.

“Countdown” has to be one of my favorite tracks off of her album, “4”. It brings in “da noize” and also “da funk”. It’s upbeat, positive, and the first song I slap onto a running playlist. I once ran 2 miles with that song on repeat – it was quite glorious.

Besides her “triple threat” status, Beyonce is awesome for another reason – her behind. Yep – I said it. She has a sweet booty. A lot of beauty magazines feature women who have the same shape as a 12-year-old boy. Not B. She owns her curves and rocks them like a hurricane. As someone “packing some heat” with a larger derriere (pants are a nightmare – muy triste), I appreciate her contribution the female form. Maybe I should also count the knighted “Sir Mix-A-Lot” among those who have glorified the “junk in the trunk”, but we’ll save that for another post.

It wasn’t really my intention to make this post about butts, but that’s where it ended up.

Thank you, Beyonce, for making the ladies of the world with round rumps stand tall and for making all of us shake our tailfeather to your sweet, sweet beats.

I’m Going to Buy a Bicycle

25 Jun

Hooray for new purchases! This one is especially monumental for me. “But Beezy, it’s just a bicycle.” Oh no, my friends. It’s the purchase of my new adventurous spirit.

A little back story: I don’t know how to ride a bicycle. When my parents and step-parents were encouraging my brother and sister to learn how to ride, I was inside – reading. I know – I sound like suuuch a fun kid. But that’s what was important to me: literary adventures. Kids who turn into animals, kids who go into creepy houses looking for clues, kids who babysit in their spare time and have a club dedicated to it. That was my jam. I read so much when I was a kid that I asked my elementary school librarian if I could “own” one of the stacks – I took care of the Greek and Roman mythology section. When I got to high school, my free periods were spent in the library.

I will never stop reading, but I need to put the book down and experience the world around me. I’m going to learn how to ride a bike. I am a twenty-something who is excited to learn and experience new things.

This is the summer where I will be bold. I will be brave. I will do things that old Beezy thought, “Girl, you *must* be crazy.” I will travel thousands of miles and meet new people.

I will learn to ride a bike.


I Just Want ONE More Weekend Day

25 Jun

Who doesn’t, really? I seriously envy those who wake up on Monday morning and rejoice.

More Saturdays!!! (via

I had a pretty bitchin’ weekend. Friday, I got to hang out with some friends who play volleyball and they didn’t ask me to show off my incredibly lacking skills. I’m pretty good at a basic serve, but useless at the net. It seems as though my depth perception disappears the closer I get to the net. I start diving for shots that are legitimately 2 feet in front of me. I look like I should be on a sitcom. I look like the kid you would pick last in gym class.

Saturday, I went to see Moonrise Kingdom – that movie was fantastic. Although I love the typical “box office smash of the summer” movies, I think I need to be more proactive in my search for great movies. Moonrise Kingdom originally premiered at the Cannes Film Festival and the only talk show I’ve seen a cast member on to promote the movie was Late Night with Jimmy Fallon. Granted, it’s only in select theaters. But, we found a select theater. 🙂

After the movie, we walked around OSU. Holy hell, that stadium is enormous – it holds 105,000 people. I saw more books than I could ever attempt to read in my lifetime – six stories of books. It was overwhelmingly amazing. I’m pretty certain that if I didn’t have a guide, I would have gotten lost.  OSU has a beautiful campus, which includes a lovely fountain and enough plant life to make it a freakin’ forest.

Lazy Sunday was just as awesome in a relaxing way. Laying by and swimming in the pool to a Jack Johnson Pandora playlist? Yes, please. Sometimes, the pool has loud, obnoxious, frat boy rap pumping through the speakers while cute, blonde toddlers frolic in the shallow end – I’m convinced toddlers don’t like rap. Sunday, however was refreshingly different. It’s like they figured out that “chilling by the pool” deserves “chill” music.

The only part of my weekend that was “no bueno” was the very attractive (ugh) sunburn that I am rockin’ on the front of my person. It burns like the fire of 1,000 suns. You better believe I put on more aloe than is doctor recommended. The sad thing is, I put on sunscreen before I even went out into the sun. 2 coats! The perils of being pale – well, not anymore, I guess. Hopefully as the burning subsides, it will turn into a tan that will let people know that I’m not albino.

Do you know why next weekend and the weekend after that could be even more amazing? SUMMER SHUTDOWN, FOOLS! We get the entire week off of work! Mine will be filled with road tripping, cleaning out my apartment, exploring Philly one last time, enjoying some fireworks, going to the Corning Glass Museum and some “ill tea parties.” Pictures will absolutely follow. 🙂

Sound of Silence

22 Jun

No, not Simon & Garfunkel. Side note: I have a *bangin’* version of that song a cappella.


I’ve been thinking a lot lately – sometimes positive, other times negative. It comes in waves. I love attempting to be witty and make people laugh. It’s especially gratifying when I can make someone who is trying to be quiet absolutely burst out laughing. Beezy: 1, Silence: 0.

However, when you think about it, silence is never really the enemy. I used to envision silence as uncomfortable, uninviting, cold – like the Russian villain in a spy movie. In the loud, Italian household where I grew up, if you weren’t loud, you were doing it wrong and the louder you were, the more right you were.

As a psychometrically confirmed extrovert, I’m always looking for ways to satiate my need for affiliation. I’m like a shark: if I stop moving I’ll die. I love meeting new people, hearing their stories, and telling them mine. I crave human interaction and feed off of others’ energy. I work in HR, after all.

Self disclosure:  I’m not always the chipper, upbeat, energetic lady that I want to be. Shocking, right? I struggle on the days when my optimism takes a vacation.  Some days are just better if I stay in bed and sleep the day away. I like to call them “Quiet Days.” I’m not such a fan of those days, but I’ve accepted that they happen and deal with them accordingly.

So, back to silence. It had always been foreign to me until I started having Quiet Days. That’s when I really started to appreciate silence.  I’ve noticed that there is a difference between being silent and having silence. It can be silent in an office environment where you hear the quiet tip-tap-typing of people trying to get their work done, the AC unit blowing, or hearing people walk on the floor above you. Have you ever been in a non-Metropolitan area with limited light and sound pollution? THAT is silence. Your inner voice seems like it’s screaming. You feel as though you’ve been granted super-human hearing abilities. You can hear your own heartbeat. Being aware of your surroundings seems like a vacation from the ordinary. While I usually draw my energy from laughing and being near another person, complete and utter silence seems to invigorate me – when I can find complete silence.

On days when I crave silence, the best place I have been is in the middle of my yard at home. I can look up at the stars and actually make out the constellations that I know. In that moment, nothing else exists – no other people, no problems, no emails waiting in my inbox. Just me sinking into the ground, looking for Orion’s Belt.

VanGogh knows what I’m talking about…

The Anatomy of my Co-Worker’s Hiccup Fit

21 Jun

Have you ever tried to forcibly make yourself not laugh out loud? Does it make you want to laugh even more? Do you catch yourself grinning like a fool when you try not to burst out laughing?

That’s the story of my afternoon.

I’m entering data from paper sheets into a website. Riveting, I know. The woman who sits one cube over from me currently has the biggest hiccup fit going on. I don’t know what it is about them, but it started to make me smile. Hiccups make me giggle.


She hiccupped again. (Oh my gosh, I wonder how she got the hiccups?)– I ask my inner self.


Another hiccup. (Is she not going to do anything about it?)


One more. (Umm… that’s hilarious! Is she going to do it again?)


Hiccup. (*Internal giggling starts* Wait for another one! She’s gonna have another one!)


Hiccup. (Holy crap this is the most entertaining thing I’ve enjoyed all day! HICCUP AGAIN!)


Another. (I’m going to burst out laughing if she does it again! My stomach is starting to transition into “belly laugh” mode.)


Hiccup, hiccup. (OMG I can’t take it anymore! I’m gonna lose it!)


Hic. (Doesn’t she know to hold her breath?)


Hiccup. (Does anyone here know any ‘wive’s tale’ remedies for this woman’s diaphragm issue? might be getting annoyed now…)


One more. (REALLY, LADY?)


And another. (Maybe I should go up behind her and scare the hiccups out of her? Nah, she’ll see me coming.)




And then, just as the clouds would open to clear a rain storm, no more hiccups. My sanity is restored. Except, I’m still doing data entry…

Traffic, Traffic – Looking for My Chapstick

20 Jun

One of the things that baffles me about the Midwest is the traffic. I don’t know what wizard designed the infrastructure here, but Bravo. I live 40 minutes from my job. 40 minutes of pure rockin’-out-in-my-car, going-15-over-the-speed-limit, passin’-chumps-on-the-left, driving. None of this stop-and-go shenanigans like in Philly.

Well done, sir.

I always listen to the radio in my car. When I lived in Philly, the traffic report was so long, that the announcer had to really rattle through all of the chaos and Armageddon that had occurred before I even got into my car. “7 people died on the Ben Franklin Bridge. 476 is backed up for 8 miles. If you’re on the Conshohocken Curve, I hope you brought your lunch because you’re not moving for shit!” In Ohio, I think the most I’ve heard from the morning traffic report is, “Well, it looks like the traffic on 270 is going to put an extra 4-5 minutes on your commute this morning. This is Chipper McChipperson with the WNCI morning traffic.”

The pace of life is so much slower here. I know, because I am the only one doing 80 on a rural state highway. My aggressive (yet, very lovely) NYS plates zoom past the other people on the road, who vigilantly obey the traffic laws.

One pick-up truck got a sweet view as I merged onto 33W this morning. “Pumped Up Kicks” came on the alt rock station here and of course, I had to start dancing.  I didn’t even realize how I looked until I saw the guy shoot me an incredulous look: “Girl, what are you doin’?” I toned it down until I passed him and then I resumed rocking.

Going Greek Helped Me With My Job

19 Jun

I’m just beginning my 4thweek here at work, and already they have me doing some awesome things. For one, the work I’m doing is challenging and relevant. I have 85% autonomy while doing it, and it uses the skills I’ve honed in some of my prior internships. (Master’s degree content hard at work – thanks Hackman & Oldham (1975)!)

*NOT* how I make small talk, but still so amusing 😛

Besides the “working” part, I’ve already been assigned to an unofficial “welcoming committee” where every Monday during New Hire Orientation, I take a few newbies to lunch in the cafeteria. This, of course, requires a warm smile and a great penchant for small talk. I rock at small talk. Why? Because I was in a sorority. Not that it makes me fake, but in sorority recruitment, you have a limited amount of time to get to know someone, so you need to have quick, calculated questions to reduce a “crickets in the background” moment. You also need to stick to topics that people feel comfortable speaking about: where they went to school, where home is for them, what they enjoy doing in their spare time, etc. I’ve also nailed down my elevator speech about myself so that they have more time to talk about themselves.

Because I work in a male-dominated company, I usually take dude engineers to lunch. I have a lot of experience working my magic with ladies (I know, that sounded like an innuendo, but I can’t think of another segue), but with men, small talk is a bit more challenging. We have different gender-specific interests. Thank goodness the Thunder/Heat NBA Finals are on – that automatically gives me a solid talking point. (Side note: pretty much EVERYONE here in Ohio hates Lebron and therefore is pro-Thunder. Thunder up!)

Because I’ve done so well making the new hires feel welcome, they’re actually moving me up to help with a leadership development program they run for new engineers. I might even get to travel to Alabama! No promises, but I’m really hopeful.