Author: Reagan
I wouldn’t call myself a “Gleek”, but I do watch the show now and then. It’s fun, I sing along and I love the cheerios. Especially Britney and Santana.
That little bleached thing top right was me just 10 years ago!
So this week’s episode, the Glee coach (I doubt he is called a coach, but nothing else is coming to mind), wanted to propose to his girlfriend. He asked his students for help (I got it, Glee teacher!) putting together a proposal number. Cute.
As I watched and smiled and sang along…
….We found love in hopeless play-eeeece.
..it started all feeling kind of familiar. Did this happen to me?
Yes, it did.
My cheerleading coach’s boyfriend asked his girlfriend’s squad (pictured) to help him propose with a cheer at a Friday night football game. We flipped with excitement. To us, he seemed like the most romantic person in the world. Can you imagine all of us squealing teenagers? He could’t tell us much in advance because he knew there was no way we could keep the secret. So you can imagine when game day arrived, we were nearly peeing our bloomers.
During the 3rd quarter break, we changed the words of a cheer to add her name in it as he shuffled her down in front of the crowd. He got on one knee and we all watched with our hands over our mouths. I remember my friend Traci crying because she was so touched. She said “yes” and the crowd roared with applause.
Ha Ha Ha.
For some reason now, this memory is so awkward!! I can’t put my finger on it. Also, once I dated a guy whose roommate’s girlfriend was an ex of the hero in this story. Finding out any information about your teachers outside of school is like seeing a dog walk on it’s hind legs. I think the memories started growing awkward there.
Author: Jake
For all of the many reasons that I am annoyed by Facebook, it is times like these, that it totally redeems itself. I discovered tonight via the social network, that two of my favorite local ska bands from HS are doing a reunion show in July. I wrote about Stretch Armstrong about a year ago, over here. It’s one of those events that I may justify a weekend trip to the land of Zion. I hope that I can make it work.
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Author: Reagan
Adorable part 1- Piperjane carrying around a figurine at all times. Nothing new, but cute as ever.
Adorable part 2-This swinging game that Jake and Pipsey do together. Everyone within a ten mile radius feels the happiness she radiates, I’m sure of it.
Adorable Part 3-The smile on Piperjane’s face when I showed up to with a mess of shiny new pink blankies sent/made from people that love her through the blob. Look at this picture. We are up to our ears in backup blankies, and Pip.
I hope these photos brought you a little joy this morning!
Author: Jake
I actually posted about this video on EFoG in December, but thought it was worthy of sharing on here as well. For people who are hoping that this video is pervy, you will be disappointed. Despite the sort of racy thumbnail of the video, it is very tame. Here is what I said on EFoG.
I came across this vid the other day on OEN. I have to say that I was quite fond of the track and the imagery in the vid. Beyond having an older euro-spec Audi, this video (shot with a pair of Canon 7Ds), offers up a captivating cut that melds well with the song. The track is by Bombay Bicycle Club. It’s called “Lights Out, Words Gone.” The video was made by Karim Huu Do. Enjoy it, below.
Author: Jake
This past protracted weekend was kind of a bonus, for me. I has completely forgotten about the holiday, and didn’t realize that I wouldn’t be working Monday, until last Thursday. Downside= I was unable to come up with a plan for spending the bonus weekend, on such short notice. Upside= I was able to spend the weekend getting caught up various items that have been neglecting for a while (including sleep).
In other news: After my realization of how out of shape I am (discovered while becoming winded in the snow last weekend), I have joined a gym. Yes, a gym. It is pretty amazing how quickly I have put on body blah after having leaned up so much for the fall marathons last year. I should have expected it, however, after not having run a single step since the NY Marathon in the beginning of Nov. I’m actually kind of excited to get my body back to where I like it to be. I have only worked out once (last Friday) since joining. I ran for 30 mins on the treadmill (I did just shy of 4 miles, and I was kind of tough), rolled the ITBs and stretched, then lifted for an hour. I have been sore all weekend. It is the good kind of sore, that reminds me I actually exerted myself physically. I have also been joking with Reagan all weekend about how I’m going to be jacked an tan. Hahahaha. Juiceheads are her biggest turnoff. Alas, I don’t think that I could bulk up beyond the proportions of a normal looking dude, even if I was on juice and doing 2-a-days. A gift and a curse, I suppose. Now that I have swallowed the idea of being that cliche person who joins a gym in Jan., I’m going to make sure that I don’t follow through with part 2 of the cliche (working out twice and quitting the gym). I have a goal to be effortlessly ticking off 10 miles again, by 6 weeks. Wish me luck.
[top photo: arm's length shot by Reagan]
Author: Reagan
Happy Monday!
I hope everyone had a great weekend. My brain is slowly deciding not to be a negative pile of burgle thoughts more and more as the days go. I even stayed home alone while Jake went to dinner with a friend the other night. I was making real progress until we went to bed last night, then I was basically certain there was herd of scary men tromping down my hallway after I heard a creek in the floorboard. Anyway, Thanks again for your comments. It’s funny. I have sometimes felt very frustrated when people compare their medical stories to make me feel better about Piper. It was the hardest in the beginning when she was a premie. We knew she had some serious health issues, but no one could get over the fact that she was a premie. People would tell me that their friend’s cousin’s oldest sister’s baby came way earlier than mine, so there was no way pip wasn’t going to be better in no time. They obviously all meant well, but it just never provided any comfort. What I’m saying is in this case it’s totally opposite. The more stories I’ve heard about people getting robbed or burgled or broken into, the more I feel like one day we’ll feel safe and normal again. Thank you from the bottom of my broken burgled heart.
The real reason I’m writing this post, is that a really awesome blogger named Megan of Greetings From Texas, has featured me as one of her favorite bloggers. It was fun to answer the questions, and brag about my picture with Jay Z. So Megan is one of those girls who would leave a comment on here that would make me laugh so hard, I would immediately click back to her blog to find out what’s new with this chick. I think her blog is going to do very well. She is coming to NYC in a few months and my friend Jen and I have a secret plan to hang out with her!
Ok, so here’s the feature. Happy MLK day!
Author: Reagan
Hi guys! Thanks so much for all the comments. It’s crazy how many of you have gone through similar experiences, and some of you even recently! Thank you again for reaching out to me. It has helped so much.
To leave on a happier note before the weekend, I wanted to post this little slideshow that Jake made of 2011! I’ve watched it over and over since he finished it last night. I have had a really rough few days and watching our happy memories on the screen with one of my favorite songs just makes me feel better. The beginning few shots of Piperjane are especially precious to me.
Enjoy, and happy weekend!
Breinholts 2011 in 3 and 1/2 minutes from Jacob Breinholt on Vimeo.
Author: Jake
This took me a little longer than I had anticipated, to make. So, it’s kind of late. But it is still January, so whatev. Here is a little video slideshow recap of our 2011.
Have a great weekend!
Author: Jake
It is a rare thing when I let this here page go an entire week unattended. But, I had a pretty decent excuse. Actually there is no such thing as decent excuse. Excuses are lame. I actually got tired as I was writing the word “excuse.” Anyway, I spent the weekend enjoying the Rockies. We practiced our invert-tricks on my parents’ trampoline (Above: me, by Reagan) before spending the rest of the weekend at Snowbird’s Cliff Lodge. The trampoline inverts ended up being the only inverts I threw all weekend. I hate to come back to the excuses, but I realized how old and fat I am over the weekend. Gross. The upside was riding with my good friends, and my cousin Tiff, for the first time.
The snow was garbage, when we arrived. It was still better than East Coast hard pack, but crap by UT standards. Then Saturday we woke up to multiple inches of fresh. We had some solid lines all morning. It was worth waiting a day to grab some of those over-the-head powder shots. Sunday, was a bit on the chilly side. But it was also fun, because my brother came up, and we all rode together, like old times.
I brought a handful of stickers to rep some of my favorite local brands. Nothing like some strategic placement at resort on the other side of the country. If you aren’t too distracted by the hotties in the image below, try to locate the “ONLY” sticker.
Then, as they say, all good things come to an end.
Author: Reagan
Jake and I went away to Utah over the weekend for a snowboarding trip with a few of our friends. We stayed at a beautiful resort in Snowbird, celebrated my brothers 30 birthday and had a great time.
On Monday night, we took the redeye back to NYC. After dropping Jake off in midtown a little after 7am Tuesday morning so he could head downtown for work, I headed home uptown. I was exhausted and annoyed that I had to stop at 10th ave to get gas. I was very cranky after being stuck in traffic and looking for a parking spot and trying to not fall asleep at the wheel while doing so, I had a quick thought that this morning could not get worse.
Then I walked into my apartment and immediately knew something was wrong.
The first thing I noticed was the the coat closet door was open. I thought it seemed weird that I would leave that open on my way out of town. Then I walked into the living room and put down my suitcases. I looked into my bedroom and saw the cedar chest at the end of my bed had been pushed over a few feet. I thought “why would Jake move that?”. Then I remembered that I had picked up Jake from work before we went to the airport for our trip, and I was the last person in the apartment. Then I looked on the floor and saw my sewing scissors in front of the cedar chest, they were broken. The denial was starting to fade, and the reality that someone had been in my home set in.
I didn’t really know what to do. What if he was hiding behind my shower curtain? Should I call 911 or look up the number for the Precinct in my neighborhood? I decided on 911 and looked for more clues while I cried to the dispatcher. Most anything with a drawer had been gone through. There was a giant shoe print on my white couch from where he came in through the window. The curtain and rods were in pieces on the floor from a difficult entrance (they repelled into my window from my roof). The window to my fire escape was open from when he exited. My beloved antique cedar chest had been chipped and pried open with my heavy duty sewing scissors (which ended up breaking). The cops came within minutes and were thankfully very helpful. My super and landlord spent the day helping me fix up my windows so that it wont happen again.
It’s crazy. In the last day, I have spent every waking moment thinking about it. Someone was in my home. What did they want? I don’t know how I’ll ever think about anything else ever again.
But, as much as this whole thing has scared me, I feel very lucky that scared is all I am. I’m not hurt or raped or dead. We’ll get over the few things that are broken or missing.
I don’t know how to end this post.
