Sunday, November 28, 2010

Since I noticed...

Since I noticed that some people are still venturing here to read -- I thought I would let you know where you can read me now:

I recently have had more thoughts in my mind that I thought were worth writing about. So - there.

Ali is at La Pointe of It All and I am at The Pod. Because I think it is always a funny send off: Peace.

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Summer Blog Move

Hey readers,

Yes, I know - it's been a while since the last post but that's what happens when this life as we blog it gets busy!

So much has happened in the past few months so to catch you up on it all, I'll be blogging this summer over at LaPointe of It All. If you aren't following that blog and would like to start or if you would like to subscribe to email updates, head on over to LaPointe of It All!

You may just be surprised by what you'll find!


Saturday, May 22, 2010


I drove Matt's car to work this past week since driving my own results in horrific pain (I drive a 6 speed shift; his is automatic - I know, a bit of role reversal, eh?)

I don't listen to the radio because I'm all about audio books and downloads of This American Life but my current audio book is pre-loaded into my 6 CD changer and his car's integrated iPod system doesn't recognize my TAL app so I've tuned in to whatever stations Matty has pre-programmed.

Well, yesterday, the morning hosts of one of those stations were talking a mile a minute about the season finale of Grey's Anatomy - a show I have NEVER watched - and man, they were so jazzed up about it that it reminded me of way back in the day when suddenly, on episode 14 of season four of Thirtysomething, Peter Horton's character Gary was killed in a car accident.

That Thirtysomething moment is, to this day, my most shocking television moment ever. I'll never forget it: it was February 12th, 1991 and even though I was a 17 year old high school senior, I loved that show and was destroyed by Gary's death (remember, we all thought Nancy was going to die, not Gary!). My other Thirtysomething loving friends (Deb, Megan, and Gretchen S.) and I even held a funeral for him the following weekend - that's just how profound that television moment was for us.

Obviously, I had to know what happened on Grey's, despite not knowing a single character's name and still associating Patrick McDermott with Can't Buy Me Love fame. So last night before we went out to meet up with the Amitsis' to enjoy some Greek food by the water in Edgewater, I went online to get some info and came across a Yahoo article with the episode embedded on the page (isn't Hulu amazing?). I hit play and for the next hour and a half, I was glued to my laptop.

Now, I've never watched a program on my laptop - I find it annoying: I like a big screen and a seamless view that is not interrupted by spinning rainbows - but I watched until Matt was standing over me with his keys in his hand. This morning, I woke up and went straight to the computer and watched the remaining 32 minutes.

All I can say is oh. my. god.

Wow. Twenty minutes in, Matt came running out of the bedroom to see if I was ok: he thought I was sobbing because of my ridiculous pain that REFUSES to go away when in actuality, I was bawling my eyes out because it took just one episode for me to become ridiculously emotionally attached to all of the characters.

It was, by far, the best two hours of television I've ever watched, which is bizarre since it's a series that has many seasons that I've never watched.

If you haven't seen it, go immediately here and watch it; it will be time well spent.

Tuesday, May 18, 2010


Originally uploaded by Nos10
I wrote a really great post earlier today.

And then I deleted it accidentally before it posted.

'nuff said.

Monday, May 17, 2010

Makeshift Volleyball

My favorite moment during park time tonight was when I glanced over toward the baseball field (usually a place from where I try to avert my attention) and spotted a group of people playing volleyball over the fence of the baseball field.

How unfair. Baseball players get 3 maybe even 5 fields per park and volleyball gets nothing. Tennis usually gets 4 courts and basketball at least one. Soccer always has at least one field to itself also (and really, all soccer needs is 4 large stones and some grass to really make a field.

All volleyball gets is the leftover land in the corner to put up a net, if you have the means to purchase and then bring one.

How sad. It is time volleyball got the proper respect it deserves. If people are willing to be creative enough to use a fence instead of a net in order to play their sport, they deserve a net. Who wants to watch grown men in onesies standing on the field waiting for a ball to come to them when you can watch 4 hotties at the beach battle it out in their formerly geeky, currently studly bods.

If we build it, they will come.

Friday, May 14, 2010


This kid scares me. He is a risk taker and rule maker. He sets the bar and then blows it out of the water and I know that I am not going to be able to keep up soon. Real soon.

Thursday, May 13, 2010

Painful Hiatus

Hey gang -

I'm sure some of you have noticed that we've been on hiatus here at Life As We Blog It - I apologize for the abrupt halt of our posts!

It seems that our good intention to post honestly and authentically each and every day was curtailed last week due to several factors, one being my unfortunate (and untimely!) sudden health concern.

Now, don't freak out - I'm fine, it's nothing even near life threatening or contagious - just a hereditary pain issue passed down through the family line: some people inherit their parent's money... unfortunately, pain is the current currency of the Kline dynasty!

I've dealt with this issue on and off again for the past decade and it's exacerbated by stress - my doctor, St. Tucci (LOVE HIM), said my daily two hour, round trip commute no doubt affects my health more than I realize (sitting tense in the car for ten+ hours a week can do a number on your physical well being!) - so my doctor ordered up some bed rest.

I'm trying to take it easy but man, it's not easy being easy when the slightest movement causes me to shriek out in pain and I'm not even trying to be the slightest bit dramatic - I swear!  And it's REALLY not easy to take it easy when one is as restless and hyper as I am!

So, do us a major solid and please bear with us until we're back to our regular posting schedule.  I'm sure we'll have A LOT to write about!

xx Ali