This muffin was given to my friend Carly yesterday, in SF. She was very hungry. Today she is back in NYC, and clearly the muffin has not been consumed. Here is a photo of the bicoastal muffin, courtesy of @reyeschristian

  • Andrea:

    kali askisi

  • vawhite84:

    parakalo

  • Andrea:

    no, you say "eu xaristo" (thank you)

  • vawhite84:

    yasas, agapi mou

  • vawhite84:

    parakalo works for everything

  • Andrea:

    no it doesn't

  • vawhite84:

    i can say it anytime and it works

  • Andrea:

    what are you having for dinner?

  • vawhite84:

    parakalo for asking! I'm having gyros for dinner. see?

  • Andrea:

    oxi

  • vawhite84:

    tipitoe

  • Andrea:

    it's "TIPOTA"

  • vawhite84:

    parakalo, endaxi? katalavenas?

  • Andrea:

    omg, go to the gym. have a good workout.

  • vawhite84:

    nai, parkalo. parakalo. se agapo, agapi mou.

  • Andrea:

    adios

Thank you @dearyianni, I now have this on repeat. And..I’m still laughing at:

yiannivalsamis: she’s pretty, too bad she’s filled with satin’s markings.

Christina Perri - Jar of Hearts (via lovemspenny)

I found this Kit Kat bar in my brother’s car tonight when I visited. He knows I gave up drinking for lent. Clever fella…

Victor upgraded from his 1980’s Palm Pre today (ok, maybe not the 80’s but close) - it was a big day! He can now take quality photos, play on the 4g network and simply swipe his finger across the keyboard and it comes up with a sentence….no seriously, I thought “this is the epitome of laziness in America” - and then I realized that it started in Japan, so I can’t even coin it as American laziness. He can also dabble in voice recognition (see photo below). We were curious to what it would record and what it would not record, so we played around a bit. Look for yourself - child proof for sure, good job Sprint.

The @carstache on Polk…who wants a ride?

I visited New York City for the first time, in April 2010. Since then, I have been five times. I finally discovered THE PLACE that millions of people escape to every year, to find themselves and make something of themselves. The place that people go to become hard, and give it a shot to cross it off their bucket list or work through something  I can understand how this city can literally chew you up and spit you out. You have to have a strong core, a goal and a hard head. Sounds crazy, but I have found it not only comforting but endearing to my personality and a place where I have felt for awhile that I could possibly fit in. This west coast girl is definitely considering an east coast chance of pace, even if it’s just a few months.
Here are a few reasons that I enjoy this city and hope that in the near future I have the opportunity to spend more than just a few weeks here.

  • Contrary to what us West coasters may think, I have found New Yorker’s to be nothing but nice, helpful and accommodating – especially with directions – than anyone I have ever met in San Francisco. They’re not annoyed by people who need their help, they’re happy to help people that visit their fabulous city.
  • New Yorkers have a “realism” about them that makes them more genuine. They keep up appearances, but that’s the way they roll. It’s not a huge deal for them to dress for the occasion, have a fabulous job or be overly confident. Nobody is trying to prove anything, because they don’t have to – it is how it is, I respect that.
  • They go from point A to point B without stopping in between. Everyone has a goal, an end result, a destination, and nobody is going to get in their way. I like walking through the subway station and on the street and being surrounded by people that are like minded.
  • Yes, it’s hot has hell during the summer (112 dripping sweat) and cold as the arctic in the winter (17 today), but it’s nice to have seasons. Unlike us west coasters, who complain when it hits 50. People here appreciate seasons, dress accordingly and enjoy what mother nature is throwing their way. Yeah, it’s 22 degrees outside, but there’s no bitching and moaning, it’s life, it’s reality. That’s what I love here, no bullshit.
  •  Efficiency – the subway is run like a well oiled machine. Really, that’s it….a well oiled machine. 

DDid I also mention that I saw Penn Badgley from Gossip Girl and spent a day at Dash NYC (the Kardashian boutique!) Never a dull moment.

Rest in Peace, Al Garcia

Today, the world lost a kind man. Al Garcia was a man who was my Yiayia’s (Grandmother in Greek) companion for more than 20 years. He not only escorted her to her weekly hair appointments, family gatherings and dinner out on Saturday nights, but also became a grandfather figure for seven of her grandchildren, myself included. After a battle with Leukemia, Pneumonia and several other complications, he passed today with Yiayia by his side.

Al was an optimistic man with a lot of spunk. He loved us kids, and we loved to tease him about watching his “bang bangs” (western movies),  drinking too much “cranberry juice” (red wine), and claiming we never got his resume at our jobs (when he claimed to apply to our places of employment ‘through the fax machine’). He loved his “golosinas” (sweets) and made sure that we all knew when they were readily available after dinner.

He treated Yiayia like the Queen that she was (is) and never complained. He watched us grow, through grade school, college, sports, music,  relationships, weddings and babies. He always wanted to genuinely know how we were doing and let us know how proud of us he was. It warmed my hear to see him one last time, earlier this week in the hospital. Although he felt so fatigued, the smile and emotions on his face brought a tear to my eye.

Cheers to Al Garcia, we miss you already and hope that you still watch us from Heaven (and give us a hard time ;-) ). We love you, rest in peace.

I bought the most beautiful tea cups and saucers today at the Nordstrom Rack. With my $50 Groupon in hand, I expected to walk out with a new pair of stilettos (wishful thinking, clickhere). I walked in, started at the jewelry section, inched over to the “Just off the Truck” designer wear, wandered upstairs to the shoes (tried on a few pairs) and ended up in houseware where my eye was immediately drawn to “Rosanna: A Charmed Life" tableware. Is that what happens now? Will I always end up in the houseware section?

My mom started her Spode collection of tablewear early on, and for the last 20 years has been adding to her collection. I’m going to research this line more and see if they have full place settings, because I adore the artwork. The designer’s name is Rosana - check out herblog and Twitter handle.


See Post #2 below. And….to think he was ahead. I’ll try starting a new game.