tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339798032009-07-13T18:43:20.055-04:00* * * ALERT * AMBER * * *Amber Gristaknoreply@blogger.comBlogger228125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33979803.post-26669238102236351822009-07-10T14:46:00.002-04:002009-07-10T14:53:00.697-04:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3kM3Naibf4g/SleNNk5NStI/AAAAAAAABEA/2vPnCt3ie0g/s1600-h/Sharon+on+july+4+2009.jpg"><span style="color:#006600;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356905546161933010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3kM3Naibf4g/SleNNk5NStI/AAAAAAAABEA/2vPnCt3ie0g/s320/Sharon+on+july+4+2009.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;">Back in BK</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><span style="font-size:130%;">OK</span>… SOooooo, I have tried to write this post about 3 times. Yep- seriously! I have been kicked out of my browser a few times and lost the entire thing!<br /><br />So. Here’s what I have been trying to say. (1) I am back in Brooklyn. Pepper Shaker enjoyed the drive. Even though, at one point I thought was lost. I wasn’t and I made it safely home. Thank G-d. (2) I spent the ending of my Independence day with my roomie Sharon at a jazz-bar-lounge on Coney Island. It was fun (<em>Check out the pic of Sharon</em>). (3) I am working on new projects! I am going to keep them hush-hush for a little while longer but they are rad.<br /><br />And, following in the footsteps of our forefathers, I have made a declaration: Summer time is my time! </span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;">P.S... if you are one of my BK PeopleZ and you are hybernating in DEAL (NJ), Upstate or somewhere other than BY ME... COME BACK. ahora!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33979803-2666923810223635182?l=alertamber.blogspot.com'/></div>Amber Gristaknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33979803.post-17706571770544793382009-06-30T10:36:00.004-04:002009-06-30T10:45:04.936-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ambergristak.com/"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3kM3Naibf4g/SkojXC71mrI/AAAAAAAABD4/gIf0X-dyNfo/s320/100_0589.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353129985915067058" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" >Going Back to BK...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Wow... a road trip doesn't require makeup. Or, does it? Pepper Shaker thinks that I am slaking off by not wearing any :(<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">BTW... </span>I am expecting the red carpet upon arrival... that means, <span style="font-weight: bold;">SHARON </span>(</span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">my roommate</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">) has alot of WORK to do to coordinate this :)<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I also will need someone to help me get all the stuff I bought out of the car- seriously :)</span><br /><br />Also... <span style="font-weight: bold;">PAULA </span>&amp; <span style="font-weight: bold;">Briseda. </span>I want I do Dunkin with you this week!<span style="font-weight: bold;"> Roger</span>... you better text me. because you are amazingly entertaining- via text message :)<span style="font-weight: bold;"> Devoni</span>... I still have the present I got you.<span style="font-weight: bold;"> Joei</span>... I can't believe you are not coming with me. and the same goes for <span style="font-weight: bold;">BRANDON</span> ("EFRON")... except, I didn't just see you.<br /><br />Also... <span style="font-weight: bold;">my darling COMPLICATION of my life</span>.... <span style="font-style: italic;"><br /> -------> please remember</span> your JULY 5th Deadline...<br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33979803-1770657177054479338?l=alertamber.blogspot.com'/></div>Amber Gristaknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33979803.post-17682859667631659452009-06-29T19:03:00.002-04:002009-06-29T19:12:39.856-04:00<div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ambergristak.com/"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3kM3Naibf4g/SklIn6Dv-QI/AAAAAAAABDw/uCPOb4VnvbU/s320/IMG_1203.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352889482543626498" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" >2 OHIO</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Again :)</span><br /></div><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >On my post-Chicago trip to Ohio, my good friend Devoni and I explored the usual scene... aka... THE BARN. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Now, NO it does not look like an actual barn that one would find in the middle of a field or a half mile behind your country grandparents main house. It fails to resemble this because it is a restaurant/bar thing. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >And, when in Zanesville, one must do as the locals - ---> especially one who was born there (aka, ME). So, that means, I watched the mighty ensemble of current drama unfold as a aspiring rockband played original and cover songs for angst filled folks. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Or as Kayne West would say, "You know what the Midwest is? Young and Restless"</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >...this is completely TRUE!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33979803-1768285966763165945?l=alertamber.blogspot.com'/></div>Amber Gristaknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33979803.post-13224818996417113282009-06-29T18:41:00.006-04:002009-06-29T18:48:13.305-04:00<span style="font-size:180%;"><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ambergristak.com"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3kM3Naibf4g/SklDYd2HnjI/AAAAAAAABDo/2Jkxt0h8nBs/s320/amber+driving+to+ohio+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352883719714086450" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" >Back to Ohio</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br />Friday<br />June 26th, 2009</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >ok... so, Chicago was fun but now it's time to get closer to going back to BK.<br /><br />Hence, I said "CLOSER." </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >Here's a random pic from my drive from Chicago, Illinois to Zanesville, Ohio.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33979803-1322481899641711328?l=alertamber.blogspot.com'/></div>Amber Gristaknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33979803.post-25092730354106830902009-06-26T10:48:00.004-04:002009-06-26T11:05:42.930-04:00<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Random Times With Joei &amp; Ber</span></span><br /><br />Recently, while roaming the backstreets of downtown Park Ridge, Illinois, my cousin Johanna <span style="font-style: italic;">aka Joe</span>i and myself, learned that you can't "look" for an adventure. You just have to fall into it.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3kM3Naibf4g/SkThOBxrbnI/AAAAAAAABDI/4VHi_EqW3CU/s1600-h/IMG_1180.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3kM3Naibf4g/SkThOBxrbnI/AAAAAAAABDI/4VHi_EqW3CU/s320/IMG_1180.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351649888334212722" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3kM3Naibf4g/SkThPDn98nI/AAAAAAAABDg/DmrQcTTr72M/s1600-h/IMG_1165.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3kM3Naibf4g/SkThPDn98nI/AAAAAAAABDg/DmrQcTTr72M/s320/IMG_1165.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351649906010223218" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ambergristak.com/"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3kM3Naibf4g/SkThO9aphbI/AAAAAAAABDY/p0hWqRjo7lI/s320/IMG_1178.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351649904343745970" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3kM3Naibf4g/SkThOguB3YI/AAAAAAAABDQ/fyNZlUYmDeA/s1600-h/IMG_1184.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3kM3Naibf4g/SkThOguB3YI/AAAAAAAABDQ/fyNZlUYmDeA/s320/IMG_1184.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351649896640404866" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33979803-2509273035410683090?l=alertamber.blogspot.com'/></div>Amber Gristaknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33979803.post-52826766867996166582009-06-25T15:56:00.021-04:002009-06-25T16:59:39.475-04:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">B-U-R-B-S</span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" >I'm 5 minutes away from Chicago<br /><span style="font-size:100%;">and 1 choice away from relocating</span></span><br /></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ambergristak.com"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3kM3Naibf4g/SkPZ4o7cv4I/AAAAAAAABCo/bkCZhWTHC-c/s320/IMG_1121.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351360349328949122" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Sometimes, I think I am that Dixie Chicks song, <span style="font-weight: bold;">"Ready to Run."</span><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:78%;"><br />--------> If you are an alien and haven't heard this song, </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" >I posted the video at the bottom</span><span style="font-size:78%;"> of the post. </span></span><br /></div><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />My point...</span></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" ><br />I know when I need to jump <span style="font-size:100%;">back into life.</span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:100%;">For the last year and a ha</span>lf </span>of my life I took less than a hand full of days off work. Two of them were because my publisher thought I had SWINE- FLU because I coughed in the office. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"><br />So, now it seems, that I have been long over due for some free, fun and fabulous time. I thought a week in Ohio would do it. But NOOOOOOOO.... the day before I was to leave and go back to Brooklyn, I decided to skip going home and go to visit my Aunt Uncle and cousins (Johanna </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">aka "Joei"</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">, Ruth-Ann </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">aka "Lenni</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">"and Micah </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">aka "FICA" ).</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3kM3Naibf4g/SkPZ5oYeaSI/AAAAAAAABDA/IsFqAhdXCNA/s1600-h/IMG_1129.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3kM3Naibf4g/SkPZ5oYeaSI/AAAAAAAABDA/IsFqAhdXCNA/s320/IMG_1129.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351360366362126626" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Thus far, I</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"> have done my fair share of running around. This includes but is not limited to; mani-pedi session with my cousin Joei, seeing the movie "Year One" with my Aunt, reoccuring trips to West Devon Avenue, going to "Old Town" in Chicago to see my longtime friend Lindsay. Plus, I partook in a few of my, now famous, </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">pass-out in the afternoon</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"> "naps," of course. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Thus far, all is going well here in the Windy City. Later today, I will be catching up with some more friends who moved to the Chicago area. No idea what we are getting into. With my friends, I am sure it will be entertaining :)</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">On a similar but <span style="font-weight: bold;">side note</span>, my NW of Chicago family got another doggie... It's in ones of these photos. It's the smaller one with the Black and White coloring. They named it CALYPSO and she definitely fits her name. She is very Feisty... the other dog, shown in these pictures, is named TASSY. She has been around a while :) </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">FYI... </span>these pictures were taken today (6/25/09) in my Aunt &amp; Uncle's backyard. She designed the pond herself a few years ago. It looks nice here but is super-pretty and relaxing in real life!</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3kM3Naibf4g/SkPZ5MtBLlI/AAAAAAAABCw/SWRvvJgJXNk/s1600-h/IMG_1112.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3kM3Naibf4g/SkPZ5MtBLlI/AAAAAAAABCw/SWRvvJgJXNk/s320/IMG_1112.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351360358932098642" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3kM3Naibf4g/SkPZ5czNVRI/AAAAAAAABC4/DLNtqqIyWWc/s1600-h/IMG_1115.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3kM3Naibf4g/SkPZ5czNVRI/AAAAAAAABC4/DLNtqqIyWWc/s320/IMG_1115.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351360363253028114" border="0" /></a><br /><br />< ----- Calypso is a super sweet puppy but she likes to jump on me and chew my dresses :( <object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IeuxBbSXr84&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IeuxBbSXr84&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="160" height="240"></embed></object><br /></div><br /><----Tassy is in love with playing Frisbee. She has one that is pink and green and torn up from so much play time. However, she still LOVES it. In this picture, she decided to thrown it in the fish pond, then stare at it. <span style="font-weight: bold;">In the end</span>, I had to balance on the rocks and dig the Frisbee out of the pond. I am so nice :)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33979803-5282676686799616658?l=alertamber.blogspot.com'/></div>Amber Gristaknoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33979803.post-62560944304540388492009-06-21T15:46:00.009-04:002009-06-21T16:23:04.919-04:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" >O - H - I - O</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">...unseen in the city</span></span><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3kM3Naibf4g/Sj6ThdCG90I/AAAAAAAABCY/b73bbMYUsz0/s1600-h/IMG_1071.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3kM3Naibf4g/Sj6ThdCG90I/AAAAAAAABCY/b73bbMYUsz0/s320/IMG_1071.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349875610301167426" border="0" /></a>My roots may be completely drowned out by my CITIFIED turned BROOKLYN ways. However, before I made my way to the Sunshine State, Big Apple, Jersey Shore and everywhere else- - -> i started out in the Buckeye State <span style="font-style: italic;">aka </span>Ohio. Yes... Many people seem surprised to hear this.<br /><br />So, with that said, I recently ran away for a week (and I am still in the midst of it) to visit my grandparents. I brought my adorable Chihuahua, Pepper Shaker, with me. She is enjoying the outdoors. She also is enjoying spending time with my 1st chihuahua, Henri Bendel, who decided to move to my grandparents home.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3kM3Naibf4g/Sj6T9b8eC1I/AAAAAAAABCg/wMAEI-M9EB8/s1600-h/IMG_1075.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3kM3Naibf4g/Sj6T9b8eC1I/AAAAAAAABCg/wMAEI-M9EB8/s320/IMG_1075.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349876091045415762" border="0" /></a>Thus far, my visit home has consisted of: <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">(1)</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> </span>Going to the gym. </span>Which means getting in the sauna for 1-hour at 200 degrees, jumping on the treadmill for 45 minutes and adding a few floor exercises before I call it a day. <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">(2)</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">Shopping.</span> This means hitting up Gabriel brothers, fondly known as GABE's for random shopping steals. Like skirts from THE LOFT for $3. Yes, this place exists. <span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">(3) </span>FRIENDS</span>... well, that will begin tonight. And, I am pretty sure it will include going to Devoni's :)<br /><br />And, about these photos... all these picture's were taken today, by ME, on my grandparents property. Pretty huh?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3kM3Naibf4g/Sj6S1ppOQBI/AAAAAAAABCQ/rCb3rhwGxLU/s1600-h/Pepper+Explores+Ohio.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3kM3Naibf4g/Sj6S1ppOQBI/AAAAAAAABCQ/rCb3rhwGxLU/s320/Pepper+Explores+Ohio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349874857772204050" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3kM3Naibf4g/Sj6Rp6GhY1I/AAAAAAAABCA/-3XQQkIC5ZM/s1600-h/IMG_1060.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3kM3Naibf4g/Sj6Rp6GhY1I/AAAAAAAABCA/-3XQQkIC5ZM/s320/IMG_1060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349873556520002386" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3kM3Naibf4g/Sj6RpizgZXI/AAAAAAAABB4/M45iDHxaogE/s1600-h/IMG_1059.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3kM3Naibf4g/Sj6RpizgZXI/AAAAAAAABB4/M45iDHxaogE/s320/IMG_1059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349873550266230130" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3kM3Naibf4g/Sj6SfoJT2OI/AAAAAAAABCI/zet-lqFbzmc/s1600-h/henri+lounging.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3kM3Naibf4g/Sj6SfoJT2OI/AAAAAAAABCI/zet-lqFbzmc/s320/henri+lounging.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349874479412795618" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33979803-6256094430454038849?l=alertamber.blogspot.com'/></div>Amber Gristaknoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33979803.post-13170089603842872852009-06-12T10:24:00.008-04:002009-06-12T10:46:40.935-04:00<strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;">If I had a Driveway...</span></span></strong><br /></span><div><span style="color:#333399;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#333399;">Some days I am reminded of just how annoying living in a city really is. Today has been one of those days. Every Friday (8:30-10 am) is street cleaning day on some streets in my neighborhood. </span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#333399;">Every Thursday night I seem to get stuck with the parking spaces in those NO parking spaces. So, on Friday I move my car to another spot. Which means I have to wake up to do it, since I do not work on Fridays :)</span><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3kM3Naibf4g/SjJph_dsjII/AAAAAAAABBw/DCN5pJFhR_4/s1600-h/Dunkin.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346451740334787714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3kM3Naibf4g/SjJph_dsjII/AAAAAAAABBw/DCN5pJFhR_4/s320/Dunkin.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><strong><br /></strong></span></div></span><div><span style="font-size:100%;color:#333399;">Today, that didn't work out as planned. I looked for a parking space for 45 minutes. There were NONE! So, I tried to go get money orders to pay my previous parking tickets (yes, multiple) but when I went to pay they couldn't use my debit because I didn't know my CODE... and they couldn't run it as Debit-check... Why don't I know my card? new card- the last expired.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:100%;color:#333399;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:100%;color:#333399;">So, after this, I continued to wonder and waste time. I stopped at Dunkin and then saw a parking space 3 blocks and 1 avenue away. I was tempted... unfortunately, it was directly in front of the home of my EX's mother. He is always over there. And, (1) I don't want to see him (2) I don't want to see her (3) I don't trust him that close to my car.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:100%;color:#333399;">So, I skipped that space. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:100%;color:#333399;">In the end, I ended up driving around so long that I was once again allowed to park in front of my bulding... and 1 and 1/2 hours later, I am back home- Weew...</span></div><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33979803-1317008960384287285?l=alertamber.blogspot.com'/></div>Amber Gristaknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33979803.post-79313722739293941442009-06-07T03:07:00.003-04:002009-06-07T03:11:43.078-04:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3kM3Naibf4g/SitnZdxSh-I/AAAAAAAABBA/--qyogLuI_E/s1600-h/SUNDAY+afternoon+in+FLATBUSH+004.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344479069990979554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3kM3Naibf4g/SitnZdxSh-I/AAAAAAAABBA/--qyogLuI_E/s400/SUNDAY+afternoon+in+FLATBUSH+004.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"><strong>BK </strong></span><span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"><strong>is...</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"><strong>MY FAVORITE WAY!</strong></span></div><div><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></strong> </div><div><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong>One of my favorite things about my neighborhood is the random things that happen right outside my window. </strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong>I took this picture from my bedroom window, right before the holiday of Shavuot. </strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong>It was pretty funny. I was siting at my desk and heard really loud music. I looked out my window and there were Chasidic men dancing down the street. </strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong>I loved it and tried to shoot a quick video but my disk was full! So, I grabbed my camera and got a few pic's!</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33979803-7931372273929394144?l=alertamber.blogspot.com'/></div>Amber Gristaknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33979803.post-74751729767666307322009-05-19T07:22:00.007-04:002009-05-19T07:57:38.116-04:00<strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;">...Now He's Just a HAS BEEN ;-)</span></strong><br /><br /><div><div><div><span style="color:#6600cc;">After approximately a month and a half, LIFE Brought Me to BUMP into my EX-BF.</span></div><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3kM3Naibf4g/ShKcrwljZEI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/TqJxx1U8xlc/s1600-h/under+the+tree.bmp"><span style="color:#6600cc;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337500783978177602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 354px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3kM3Naibf4g/ShKcrwljZEI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/TqJxx1U8xlc/s400/under+the+tree.bmp" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#6600cc;">But, ironically, out of all the places to bump into the "FACEBOOK- EX" I bumped into him 2-blocks away from my apartment... standing under the tree we filmed some of the footage for "The Morning Show with Mike &amp; Juliet," on FOX [tv]. Yes, he was standing under the pretty pink tree!</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#6600cc;">On a positive note... I really felt nothing when I saw him. Actually, that's not true. I felt disguisted.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#6600cc;">He stood outside my friends house smoking a cigarette...which, was special since he told me that he DIDN't SMOKE...(Cough) - <em>liar</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#6600cc;">Then, the moment he saw me, his face went into complete panic. Which may have been caused from the fact that I went on a National Television show to Call him out on his immature B.S.</span></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3kM3Naibf4g/ShKcrznyN4I/AAAAAAAAA_g/nKaznBLR2gw/s1600-h/under+the+tree_2.bmp"><span style="color:#6600cc;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337500784792844162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 361px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3kM3Naibf4g/ShKcrznyN4I/AAAAAAAAA_g/nKaznBLR2gw/s400/under+the+tree_2.bmp" border="0" /></span></a><br /><div><span style="color:#6600cc;">Regardless, he began to walk away quickly as I walked in his direction. I said "Hey" from about 10 to 15 feet back... he said nothing and sped up his pace... and, I thought WOW- BTL (Big-Time-Loser). </span></div><div><span style="color:#6600cc;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#6600cc;">So, I continued to walk to my friends house (who lives across the street from my other friend)... and he was walking in front of me by about 20 feet now. He crossed the street and as soon as he did he turned around and yelled at me. He said, "STOP FOLLOWING ME!" </span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#6600cc;">I was in shock- what a loser. Why would I follow him? He didn't even look good enough to care. I was embarassed for him. So, I called back to him and said... "I'm NOT following You. I'm Going to Jackie's!!!!"</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#6600cc;">Two seconds later, I opened the gate that leads to Jackie's house , ran up the stairs and proceeded to tell her the story. We talked on the porch and laughed as we watched him walk for a few blocks. The funniest part was that he kept looking back. I wonder if he thought I would chase after him?</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#6600cc;">After telling like 4 more people in the immediate neighborhood... I continued to get ready for Shabbos. Oh and of course I called one of my rabbi's (yeah, I have like 3). I told him the story and he found it to be hilarious. He especially loved the full-circle part where I saw my EX standing under the beautiful tree we filmed under ;-)</span></div><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3kM3Naibf4g/ShKa7k8h1xI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/seSg7kiVxY0/s1600-h/SCREEn+shot_painted.bmp"><span style="color:#6600cc;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337498856707970834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3kM3Naibf4g/ShKa7k8h1xI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/seSg7kiVxY0/s400/SCREEn+shot_painted.bmp" border="0" /></span></a><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#6600cc;"></span></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33979803-7475172976766630732?l=alertamber.blogspot.com'/></div>Amber Gristaknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33979803.post-20650745741480450562009-04-25T20:37:00.014-04:002009-04-25T21:39:36.067-04:00<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;">From Facebook to FOX [tv]</span></strong></div><p><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3kM3Naibf4g/SfOvERDUR-I/AAAAAAAAA94/wb3dEHhwDro/s1600-h/pre-recording_text.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328795271941081058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 292px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3kM3Naibf4g/SfOvERDUR-I/AAAAAAAAA94/wb3dEHhwDro/s400/pre-recording_text.JPG" border="0" /></a>Sometimes life adds in a funny twist. When this happens you can either 'seize the moment' or lose it forever. Recently, I chose to make lemonaid from a big lemon. </span><br /><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;"><span style="color:#663366;">a.k.a ----- ></span> When I was offered the chance to go on the "Mike &amp; Juliet Show" on FOX, to discuss my recent "<em><span style="color:#330033;">Dumped via Facebook</span></em>" scenario, I said "ummmm... YES!"<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;"><em><span style="color:#cc9933;"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="font-size:78%;"><em><span style="color:#cc9933;">The photos here are a look into the Pre-Recorded session and the LIVE show!</span></em><br /></span><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3kM3Naibf4g/SfOvEOMsw9I/AAAAAAAAA9w/7i_foEwrEAw/s1600-h/producer+and+amber_IMG_0965.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328795271175128018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3kM3Naibf4g/SfOvEOMsw9I/AAAAAAAAA9w/7i_foEwrEAw/s400/producer+and+amber_IMG_0965.jpg" border="0" /></a></span><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"></span></strong><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></p><p><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">(As shown above) Producer from the show interviews Amber Gristak for the Pre-recorded segment. Filmed on Thursday April 23rd, 2009.</span><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"></span></strong><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3kM3Naibf4g/SfOvE5nBfbI/AAAAAAAAA-A/7C8oYQD07C8/s1600-h/waiting+to+get+makeup+touched-up.jpg"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328795282828262834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3kM3Naibf4g/SfOvE5nBfbI/AAAAAAAAA-A/7C8oYQD07C8/s400/waiting+to+get+makeup+touched-up.jpg" border="0" /></strong></a><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"></span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"></span></strong><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></p><p><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#000000;">(As shown above) Amber waits to get make-up touched up backstage</span><br /></span><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3kM3Naibf4g/SfOvFVw9VPI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/kYUcHlpmHoM/s1600-h/Brett,+Amber+and+Donna+in+green+room+at+fox+tv+nyc.jpg"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#330033;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328795290386126066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3kM3Naibf4g/SfOvFVw9VPI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/kYUcHlpmHoM/s400/Brett,+Amber+and+Donna+in+green+room+at+fox+tv+nyc.jpg" border="0" /></span></a></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><span style="color:#0000ff;"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#330033;"></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color:#cc0000;"><span style="color:#0000ff;"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#330033;">(As shown above; L/R) <strong>Brett Larson</strong> of FOX 5 NY, </span></span></span><span style="color:#cc0000;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#0000ff;"><span style="color:#330033;"><strong>Amber Gristak</strong> (Editor, Jewish Voice) and <strong>Donna Barnes</strong> (Life &amp; relationship Coach)</span><br /></span><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3kM3Naibf4g/SfOvFEWgdQI/AAAAAAAAA-I/t7XLb-XhYC0/s1600-h/Mike+and+Amber+in+the+green+room+at+fox+tv+in+NYC.jpg"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328795285711779074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3kM3Naibf4g/SfOvFEWgdQI/AAAAAAAAA-I/t7XLb-XhYC0/s400/Mike+and+Amber+in+the+green+room+at+fox+tv+in+NYC.jpg" border="0" /></strong></a><strong><br /></strong><span style="font-size:100%;color:#330033;"></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#330033;"></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#330033;"></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#330033;"></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#330033;"></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#330033;"></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#330033;"></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#330033;"></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#330033;"></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#330033;"></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#330033;"></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#330033;"></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#330033;"></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#330033;"></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#330033;"></span></span></span><br /></p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#330033;"></span></span></span><p><br /></p><div align="left"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#330033;"></span></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#330033;">Michael Jerrick (Mike) &amp; Amber Gristak pose for a quick shot in the Green Room after the show</span></span></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><p align="center"><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"></span><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3kM3Naibf4g/SfOzfPkDcII/AAAAAAAAA-Y/QhqbBp73gqE/s1600-h/juliet+and+amber.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328800133444497538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3kM3Naibf4g/SfOzfPkDcII/AAAAAAAAA-Y/QhqbBp73gqE/s400/juliet+and+amber.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Juliet AnnMarie Huddy and Amber Gristak are all smiles after filming the show on Friday April 24th, 2009<br /></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><span style="font-size:130%;">To view the Episode SEGMEnT <u><a href="http://www.mandjshow.com/videos/breaking-up-is-hard-to-do-3">CLICK HERE</a></u></span></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33979803-2065074574148045056?l=alertamber.blogspot.com'/></div>Amber Gristaknoreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33979803.post-33322415626476719772009-04-08T17:35:00.005-04:002009-04-08T18:31:29.381-04:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3kM3Naibf4g/Sd0eQu2XUsI/AAAAAAAAA9I/c3JF1A0HQnw/s1600-h/IMG_0606_AMBER_Gristak.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322443607424586434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3kM3Naibf4g/Sd0eQu2XUsI/AAAAAAAAA9I/c3JF1A0HQnw/s320/IMG_0606_AMBER_Gristak.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">How to Get DUMPED via FACEBOOK</span></strong><br /><div></div><br /><div>Apparently, there is something that some people decided to not tell me. . . well, there WAS something... because now I know. And, actually, I think I had been told this before but disregarded it. You are wondering what it is???? </div><br /><div></div><div><strong>INTIMIDATION</strong></div><br /><div>According to some people, <em>I am very intimidating</em>. Meaning... not, that I am scary, or tough, or seem like I could kick-butt... but, rather that I have "Experianced so much of life" that this is intimidating to those who have not. </div><br /><div>Now, to me, this is weird. Considering the fact that I have had to go through so much HELL and GIVE UP so many things (including family &amp; friends) to get to where I am today... which, is a good place - - - but I plan to do even MORE!</div><br /><div>Unfortunately, this is <strong>my new double-edged sword.</strong></div><br /><div>Meaning... I have spoke with alot of people lately... after getting DUMPED via FACEBOOK... yes! I was dumped via FACEBOOK, by <em>a guy who told me he loved me and wanted to spend the next 99 years with me.</em></div><br /><div>AMAZING, eh?<br /><br />Fortunately, this is only the 2nd time that I have had anyone truly RIP MY SOUL out of my BODY, beat it on the ground, Stomp it silly then HIT me UPSIDE the HEAD with it!</div><br /><div>... Thank G-d. </div><br /><div></div><div>Regardless, I originally thought that it was because of an argument we had about an upleasently- plump failure from L.A (15-years older than him!) repeatedly writting flirty comments on his wall... <em>there is more drama with this but I am ditching it b/c it is soooo lame.</em></div><br /><div></div><div>Anyway, when I spoke with him later- - - after being FACEBOOK DUMPED - - - I realized that it wasn't about that... b/c he didn't even mention her in his explaination. All he mentioned was that he wasn't organized "like me" with his work and school... THUS IMPLYING that I am organized and he is not.</div><br /><div></div><div>I didn't think about it. But, then I spoke to 3 rabbi's, 1 spiritual advisor, 1 spiritual psychologist, all my friends, my grandmother, my mother and many strangers who live in the FLATBUSH area of Brooklyn. And, I learned alot.</div><br /><div>Apparently, some people - - - especially GUYS, cannot handle when a female is more established or simply more organized in life than they are. One rabbi said that he most likely feels that he cannot provide for me... and this probably makes him feel very bad! Another, world-renowed rabbi called him "stupid in the head." This made me laugh alot--- but, he was very serious!</div><br /><div>EVERYONE- - - except for a few friends - - - said "when he tries to come back, because he will, DITCH IT all together." </div><br /><div>He has been trying to talk to me... and I don't know what to say.<br /></div><div></div><div>Fortunatly, I do know that the man I spend the rest of my life with will be a strong valued MAN who is FAR from SPINLESS... And he will remain grateful for my LOVE and ATTENTION rather than UNGRATEFUL. </div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33979803-3332241562647671977?l=alertamber.blogspot.com'/></div>Amber Gristaknoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33979803.post-36971891691467627832009-03-29T01:40:00.005-04:002009-03-29T01:57:03.386-04:00<span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">I AM THE BEST GIRLFRIEND...</span><br /><br />Yes, I am presenting myself with an award for being the best girlfriend ever... ever.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">On that note...</span> I'm not sure if I do or don't have a boyfriend right now. <em>Special I know...</em> details I am keeping quiet until I know WTF is going on...<br /><br />My only hint to you, as to whats going on, is... <strong>jealous <em>middle-aged </em>L.A girls, SUCK!</strong><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3kM3Naibf4g/Sc8MGVAdDjI/AAAAAAAAA6A/-kJAaKT8J5s/s1600-h/Cover_LOVESICK.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318482987805642290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 155px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3kM3Naibf4g/Sc8MGVAdDjI/AAAAAAAAA6A/-kJAaKT8J5s/s200/Cover_LOVESICK.bmp" border="0" /></a>While uploading photos, organizing my new literary releases that I have decided to GIVE AWAY for FREE (LOVESICK and POSITIVELY MAGIC), and figure out what is going on with Spring Quarter at university I have been jotting random lines down in order to create an amazing poem or blurb or rant about my latest LOVESICK scenario...<br /><br />here's the lines that have been running in my brain...<br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></em><br /><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">You only know what you’ve seen<br />And you’ve seen nothing<br /></div></span></em><em><span style="color:#ff0000;"><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">You don’t know me<br />But, if you did<br />You would know that<br />You’re so lucky</span></span></em></div><div align="center"><br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">Fire is cold compared to my heart</span></em></div><br /><br />I'm so EMO AMBER tonight, eh?<br /><br />EMOETRY much?<br /><br />haha- nothing<em> too</em> profound. Mostly just annoyance and daydreams of the million ways G-d could reimburse a certain unfortunate looking 30-something for causing such bitter chaos in my simply charming yet completely Enchanted life.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33979803-3697189169146762783?l=alertamber.blogspot.com'/></div>Amber Gristaknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33979803.post-70529274181042948502009-03-21T22:03:00.010-04:002009-03-21T22:46:40.379-04:00<div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#663366;"><span style="font-size:180%;">My <em>Life</em> is MINE</span>~!</span></strong></div><p><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3kM3Naibf4g/ScWkLj2ghuI/AAAAAAAAA5o/Y5p-zynS7wo/s1600-h/Amber_City_Feb_2009.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315835453690119906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3kM3Naibf4g/ScWkLj2ghuI/AAAAAAAAA5o/Y5p-zynS7wo/s320/Amber_City_Feb_2009.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#993399;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">R</span></strong>ecently, I met someone who googled me. <span style="font-size:130%;"><em>Fine.</em></span> I didn't know her and she just started working more closely with me... So, it's natural for her too google me... </span><span style="color:#993399;">Hek- I google me... And I google other people. <em><span style="font-size:130%;">FINE.</span></em></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#993399;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">S</span></strong>o, anyway, she basically informed me that she had checked my entire online vibe and felt that I should clean up my <em>internet</em> appearance. She thinks I am not portraying the image that one should have when they are the SUPERVISING EDITOR at a <em>Jewish</em> - Orthodox newspaper.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">W</span></strong>ell, I see what she is saying... </span><span style="color:#993399;">However, <em>let me be very, very clear</em> about WHY- </span><span style="color:#663366;">I CHOOSE to LEAVE MY LIFE ON THE INTERNET.</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"></span></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;">I have made choices...</span></strong> i am proud of every choice I have made. The good, the bad and the ugly are fine with me. These choices are how I got to where I am today. </span><br /><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">I</span></strong> am proud of what I have accomplished. I have been in top movies and telvision shows. I have written 3 books and I was a best-seller 2 times by the time I was 24! I am a Supervising Editor at a newspaper and I am trying to provide an amazing collection of relevant news to people for their knowledge, entertainment and BENEFIT.<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="color:#663366;">I am different...</span> </strong></span>I have grown up and into myself... but, like everyone, I have a long way to go. </span><br /><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>For example...</em></span> I dress modestly <em>now</em> but I have been completely not modest. I have rocked stilletos with a very short skirt, tank top, big sunglasses, and a bright pink versace bag... And, always looked hot ;)</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">B</span></strong>ut, that is not me now. I am over it. <span style="font-size:180%;"><strong><em>Why</em></strong>?</span> ...because I am a woman and I should keep a better look going on with my Queen Bee crown ;)</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;">Great Grandchildren...</span></strong><br /><span style="color:#993399;">One day, 100 years from now, I hope my descendents have a fun time digging up info about me and other family members. I think this may help them know where they are from and the kind of good and bad traits, habits and so on that embed their gene pool.</span><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;">Personal Growth...</span></strong><br /><span style="color:#993399;">With everything a person does in a day <em>how are they suppose to remember everything?</em> If they are living a full life, there is no way! I enjoy having a kind of real-life-scrapbook online. It's funny that anyone reads it but I do have like 35,000+ My Space friends for some reason... and millions of You Tube views... this is cool and weird... but, <em>more importantly</em> it proves the point that LIFE IS ABOUT HUMAN CONNECTION!</span><br /><br /></p><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;">FINAL THOUGHT...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#663366;"><br /></span></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#993399;">If you are living an honest life, and being true to yourself, then...</span></em></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;">it is IRRELEVANT if anyone or no one is watching</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33979803-7052927418104294850?l=alertamber.blogspot.com'/></div>Amber Gristaknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33979803.post-36399319459169322902009-02-23T08:22:00.003-05:002009-02-23T08:41:43.110-05:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3kM3Naibf4g/SaKjxB9qh1I/AAAAAAAAA4o/su4addCGcDE/s1600-h/IMG_0272.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305983373731858258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3kM3Naibf4g/SaKjxB9qh1I/AAAAAAAAA4o/su4addCGcDE/s320/IMG_0272.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;"><span style="font-size:180%;">Ummm....</span> I have an adorable dog but last week that may have just been what saved her...</span></div><div> </div><div><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;">Why? </span><span style="color:#000099;">Here's the story. The other night, I was soundly sleeping when I awoke to an overly cold should. Ha, that's kinda funny... anyway, as I slowly came into 'awakeness' I realized I had something on my shoulder. And, I could feel it through my shirt and it was smushy... IT was VOMIT!</span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;">But, wait! It wasn't mine- it was my chihuahua PEPPER SHAKER's! EEEEEWWWWWW! ...right?</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33979803-3639931945916932290?l=alertamber.blogspot.com'/></div>Amber Gristaknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33979803.post-89109525067967788212009-02-03T16:09:00.002-05:002009-02-03T16:27:42.377-05:00<span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"><span style="font-size:180%;">Last Friday</span>, my new chihuahua, Pepper Shaker and I met up with my favorite singing photographer, Marni (<span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">www.myspace.com/marniangelmusic</span>). After getting our make-up done (well, I did and P.S watched)we cruised over to her over-sized midtown apartment, and got some cute photos taken of us!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">I also got some pix by myself too, of course.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">Unfortunately,</span> Marni, like most photographers, refused to let me see many pictures before she went through the bazillion that she took</span>! <span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Arrrr.....</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Regardless, sometime in the next week I will be posting new photos!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Yippie!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33979803-8910952506796778821?l=alertamber.blogspot.com'/></div>Amber Gristaknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33979803.post-16413772867969924192009-01-17T18:57:00.004-05:002009-01-17T19:16:23.553-05:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3kM3Naibf4g/SXJxtB8EAAI/AAAAAAAAA2c/yZQebwwap_E/s1600-h/IMG_0242.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292417530542161922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3kM3Naibf4g/SXJxtB8EAAI/AAAAAAAAA2c/yZQebwwap_E/s400/IMG_0242.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#6600cc;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">T</span></strong>O Whom it May Concern...</span><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;">I am contacting you to let you know that I, the cutest female chihuahua in the world, have been adopted by the most amazing owner ever! My owner- new mama- Amber gives me almost too many treats. But, this is okay because, since I am so good-looking, I know it is easy to spoil me. </span><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;">The breeder I came from had been calling me China... Amber and I both knew that this name was very ridiculous. Since she was unable to rename me a Hebrew name she has renamed me Pepper Shaker. I love it!</span><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;">I am such a Pepper Shaker. I am brown like Pepper and I love shaking my doggie-butt! However, don't ask me to go to a club. I am not allowd. And, I don't want to go--- boys will probably stalk me like they do my mom (amber).<br /></span><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3kM3Naibf4g/SXJxtd2NmXI/AAAAAAAAA2k/GqfJyL8iMUM/s1600-h/IMG_0247.jpg"><span style="color:#6600cc;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292417538033817970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3kM3Naibf4g/SXJxtd2NmXI/AAAAAAAAA2k/GqfJyL8iMUM/s400/IMG_0247.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;">If you need a place for Shabbos let me know. Amb's makes a different Vodka filled desert each week! This week was cherry jello with pears... Yummmie!<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;">Bye-</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;">Pepper Shaker</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3kM3Naibf4g/SXJxtd2NmXI/AAAAAAAAA2k/GqfJyL8iMUM/s1600-h/IMG_0247.jpg"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33979803-1641377286796992419?l=alertamber.blogspot.com'/></div>Amber Gristaknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33979803.post-91440133845101877852009-01-01T16:53:00.007-05:002009-01-01T17:40:43.029-05:00<span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"><strong>The Worst DRIVE Ever...</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#666600;">Recently, on December 24th, I decided to drive from my place in Brooklyn to Ohio to visit my grandparents in their small-town home. My mother and brother from Florida were to be there as well.<br /><br />Unfortunately, my trip turned into pure hell as soon as I was 15 minutes outside of Manhattan. Seriously, HORRIBLE.<br /><br /></span><strong>Here's what happened.</strong><br /><br /><span style="color:#333399;">As I excitedly began my 8 hour drive to Ohio, I sang loudly to Miley Cyrus and ate potatoe chips... it was 6am. Then at 6:57 am I arrived to the Pulaski Skyway (a big bridge I have to cross by the Newark, NJ airport). At 6:59 am, I parked my car on the bridge. I had hit some kind of traffic. I wasn't sure why so many people would be out at 6 am... By 7:45 am, I was still sitting on the bridge. I called my mom and whined. By 8:30 am, I had realized that I had a Tehillim (book of Psalms) sitting next to me, so I started reading. Then I kept reading... By a little after 9 am, I called my grandmother who completely denied telling me to leave at the time I left...<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">At 10:30 am, <span style="font-size:130%;">I CRACKED</span>. I had been sitting in my car for 3 and a 1/2 hours and it was horrible... I called my mom who quickly hung up on me and called the police and anyone that she thought would tell her why I was still sitting on a bridge.<br /><br />When she called back she informed me that no one including the highway patrol had any idea that anything was going on, on this MAJOR HIGHWAY! I was so mad. I<span style="font-size:130%;"> freaked out and just started CRYING and CRYING...</span> and blaming last minute holiday shoppers- because who else would get up so early?<br /></span><br /><em><span style="color:#000099;">Eventually, at 11:59 am, traffic started moving. It was slow - but it kept moving and I pulled off at the first gas station I saw.<br /></span></em><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3kM3Naibf4g/SV1CsCqZDVI/AAAAAAAAA0w/pOj_zvoSb-U/s1600-h/IMG_0016.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286454861999181138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3kM3Naibf4g/SV1CsCqZDVI/AAAAAAAAA0w/pOj_zvoSb-U/s320/IMG_0016.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#990000;">I then proceeded to freak out- <em>again.</em> I was tired and frustrated and I didn't know what to do. I was only 30 minutes outside of Manhattan and I had been sitting on a bridge for 5 hours, exactly, to the minute!</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#003333;">I didn't know if it were a sign or if G-d had just saved my life from some calamity. I just knew that if I were to get to Ohio I had to drive for 8 hours...<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">I needed advice because it seemed insane to turn back and insane to drive to ohio.</span> So, I called my favorite Rabbi... Unfortunately, he was not there and the woman who answered the phone probably thought I was dying because as I began to call him I started crying again. <strong>I WAS SOOOOOO TIRED.</strong><br /></span><br /><strong>I left a message for him.</strong> <span style="color:#3366ff;">Then I started calling other people for advice. I didn't know what to do.<br /><br /></span><span style="color:#999900;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Regardless</span>, alot of drama went on as I layed back my car seat and curled into a ball with my telephone. I eventually decided to go to Ohio. By the time I got there my trip had taken me <strong>18 hours</strong>. <em>One of those hours I spent at that gas station on the phone.<br /></em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">And, I hate to say this, but when I was 15 miles away from my grandparents home- <strong>I fell asleep while driving</strong>. The first time I quickly woke up as I was driving into the other lane (from the left side of the road to the right). The second time I think was only for a second of two because I was still in my own lane.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">Thank G-d I am alive... that was so scary!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33979803-9144013384510187785?l=alertamber.blogspot.com'/></div>Amber Gristaknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33979803.post-19984287940310450272008-12-30T13:27:00.005-05:002008-12-30T13:33:20.545-05:00<span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">HAIRY JEWISH GUY GETS WAXED ;)</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"><br />he totally needed it...<br /><br />And, YES, this was his FIRST WAXing Experience!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">...and he didn't like it, at all!</span><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2zljA33yvlE&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2zljA33yvlE&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />This video was made in Spring of 2008... in the Video is myself (Amber Gristak), Debbie Goldstein and Gershon Abergel. </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33979803-1998428794031045027?l=alertamber.blogspot.com'/></div>Amber Gristaknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33979803.post-2468762969455794922008-12-30T13:06:00.004-05:002008-12-30T13:24:00.266-05:00<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Someone Got Fierce... </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">So, for one of my Chanukah presents, I received the new Britney Spears CD "Circus." I was mildly eager to listen to what I expected to be her most recent train wreck. I didn't completely die of boredom or cry a Snap-Crackle-Pop river. This is my break down... Most songs on the album are just a little off... Excluding RADAR, CIRCUS and WOMANIZER, which I listened to so much that I now begin to spontaneously combust when I listen to it.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">But, that's not my point. My point is another song on the album called "Shattered Glass." I didn't like it at first. I thought its hollow high-pitched OOOooo-OOOoo's were creepy, to say the least. Then, after force feeding it to my picky and completely discriminatory ears, I came to like it.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">This, now all grown up, B.S is spilling her deepest darkest wishes of how she wants her EX-Boyfriend a.k.a BIG LOSER to be haunted by the memory of the good moments in their relationship and B.S's awesomeness... which I am pretty sure any girl who has ever been dumped-ditched or screwed over REALLY wants.. whether they admit it or not. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;">Every girl knows that nothing is better than a man who fesses up to him mistake then gravels as you say "Eeew- No Way- No Seconds Chances!</span></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;">"</span><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/w_4c4-fAGTY&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/w_4c4-fAGTY&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33979803-246876296945579492?l=alertamber.blogspot.com'/></div>Amber Gristaknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33979803.post-3835565272441145072008-12-20T20:44:00.003-05:002008-12-20T23:59:29.494-05:00Wow... So...there have definately been alot of things on my mind lately... my schedule is back-to-back as usual but... this weekend has already proved to be dramatic... from flooding the kitchen to burning most everything I cooked on Friday<em>- - - for shabbos- - -</em> to puting too much of something in my chocolate cake that I brought back by popular demand... EVERYTHING went bananas.<br /><br />Oh and let's not forget the never ending screams of pain that I have been letting out as I bump into everything from walls to desks to counters and bar stools.<br /><br />On Thursday, I turned the corner in the grocery store and ran the cart into a big square thing that holds up the ceiling... This super chassidic guy saw me and was like "whoa- calm down"<br /><br />I am definately fighting an off balance---<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33979803-383556527244114507?l=alertamber.blogspot.com'/></div>Amber Gristaknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33979803.post-49862915412739855382008-12-07T00:35:00.009-05:002008-12-07T13:35:03.648-05:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3kM3Naibf4g/STthmSye45I/AAAAAAAAAp8/fqCJvW2mDCE/s1600-h/BRYBER+BOOKS+Rainbow.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276918698901169042" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 320px; height: 176px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3kM3Naibf4g/STthmSye45I/AAAAAAAAAp8/fqCJvW2mDCE/s320/BRYBER+BOOKS+Rainbow.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />BRYBER Books,<br />a division of Bryber LLC,<br />is getting a new author...</span><br /></span></span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" >* * * PAULA PINTO * * *</span></strong><br /></div><div align="right"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"><em><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3kM3Naibf4g/STtiMU6JprI/AAAAAAAAAqE/C0evRO8KzfU/s1600-h/Paula+Pinto+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276919352305231538" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 165px; height: 200px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3kM3Naibf4g/STtiMU6JprI/AAAAAAAAAqE/C0evRO8KzfU/s200/Paula+Pinto+2.jpg" border="0" /></a></span></em></span></div><div align="right"><em><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"></span></em></div><div align="right"><em><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"></span></em></div><div align="right"><em><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Here's the new BRYBER GIRL's BIO...</span></em></div><div align="right"> </div><div align="right"><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:verdana;" >Paula Pinto is a Brooklyn-born writer that keeps close with her Italian, Polish and Lithuanian roots. She is a graduate of Brooklyn College, where she majored in Creative Writing. Pinto is a member of the Christian faith based creative writing group <em>Faith Writers</em> and has been published in the <em>Jewish Voice</em>, <em>Newsday</em>, <em>Soul Magazine</em>, <em>The Home Reporter</em> and more. </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:verdana;" >She specializes in short fiction stories.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33979803-4986291541273985538?l=alertamber.blogspot.com'/></div>Amber Gristaknoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33979803.post-50005994847463625322008-11-30T00:09:00.004-05:002008-11-30T00:17:20.481-05:00<a href="http://www.bryber.com/"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274314790723813986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 107px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3kM3Naibf4g/STIhW46ugmI/AAAAAAAAAmU/mZvU8Oy4lYw/s200/Bryber+Book+Grunge.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#666600;">INSIDER info...</span></strong><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#666600;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#666600;">There is a new BRYBER BLOG being created as I type! </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#666600;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#666600;">It will have all of the latest info... like press and EXCLUSIVE's on release dates and author appearances... </span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666600;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#666600;">PLUS, there will be more info on your favorite BRYBER Contributors... </span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#666600;"><em>(Johanna, Brandon, Richie and Allison)</em>!</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#666600;">There is a NEW BRYBER AUTHOR in the WORKS!</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#666600;">...And, her first BRYBER release is coming soon!</span></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33979803-5000599484746362532?l=alertamber.blogspot.com'/></div>Amber Gristaknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33979803.post-29234607284804146012008-11-21T08:36:00.011-05:002008-11-21T09:17:39.944-05:00<span style="color:#993399;"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;">Dear All the People that I LOVE...</span><br /><br />Today, is <span style="font-size:130%;">EXAM</span> day...<br /><br />Yes, I am taking Fall Finals today!<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Whoa... <strong>I am such a weirdo</strong>.... I am involved in so much that I didn't even get a chance to study... Maybe I will read some notes on the train on the way there?<br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">I just wanted to update everyone</span> as to the most recent details of my life...<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">I have been doing alot...</span> other than going to school full time I have a slew of new responsibilties such as being the SUPERVISING EDITOR at the newspaper THE JEWISH VOICE. I was the Assistant Editor before... <em>Basically, the big difference is the amount of organization I have to do</em> and coordinating with writers and such. It's cool though because <em>I have taken the time to get some writers published in the paper that normally wouldn't have gotten in</em> - - - not because they are not good but because coordinating can be a hassle and we could just pull a similiar story off the wire. </span><br /><p><span style="color:#993399;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3kM3Naibf4g/SSbBL7igfyI/AAAAAAAAAjo/MrZAyYWWjJA/s1600-h/Cake.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271112824588893986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3kM3Naibf4g/SSbBL7igfyI/AAAAAAAAAjo/MrZAyYWWjJA/s320/Cake.JPG" border="0" /></a>I also have a new roommate... techniquecally - she's a temporary one. My permanent roommate, Debbie, is on a 2 month vacation in California and I was very lonely, so I rented out an empty bedroom we have... The new temporary roommie, seems cool so far!</span> </span></p><p><span style="color:#993399;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Last night we went shopping for Shabbos. I am making chicken... as I always do- - - b/c my chicken cooking skills ROCK! (hehe) I also baked a parve chocolate cake and came up with a new way to MAKE ICING!<br /></span><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></em></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">If you want to try this is what you do... take 3 chocolate bars that are the bittersweet chocolate, heat the stove on medium and then mix with 3 soy chocolate puddings in pot...</span></em><br /><br /></span><span style="color:#993399;"></span><span style="color:#993399;"><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3kM3Naibf4g/SSa_CvXwpuI/AAAAAAAAAjg/FOXF_akmIAw/s1600-h/Cake+Icing+MAKING.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271110467680511714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3kM3Naibf4g/SSa_CvXwpuI/AAAAAAAAAjg/FOXF_akmIAw/s320/Cake+Icing+MAKING.JPG" border="0" /></a>When you heat it on the stove you use 2 pots. You boil water in one and then put a slightly smaller one in the one with the boiling water. Then put the chocolate and pudding in the one on top. After the water boils, the whole process takes about 5 or 6 minutes. It's so easy and so yummy!</span><br /></p></span><center></center><center></center><center></center><center></center><br /><br /><br /><br /><center><center><center><center></center></center></center></center><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33979803-2923460728480414601?l=alertamber.blogspot.com'/></div>Amber Gristaknoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33979803.post-48869382071758968482008-11-14T13:50:00.006-05:002008-11-14T13:59:53.785-05:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3kM3Naibf4g/SR3Jx8ccebI/AAAAAAAAAiA/Il0Ltuml-c0/s1600-h/Eyes.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268588998969555378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3kM3Naibf4g/SR3Jx8ccebI/AAAAAAAAAiA/Il0Ltuml-c0/s400/Eyes.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc6600;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc6600;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc6600;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc6600;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc6600;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc6600;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc6600;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc6600;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc6600;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc6600;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc6600;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc6600;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"><strong>Thank G-d </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc6600;"><strong>that Barack Obama Won!</strong></span></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc6600;">I also wrote the cover story </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc6600;">for the day after the Election, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc6600;">for the Jewish Voice. </span></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#cc6600;">Read it and give me some feedback</span>.</em></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://jewishvoicearticles.blogspot.com/2008/11/rabbis-celebs-and-real-people-react-to.html">CLICK HERE </a></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;">TO READ COVER STORY</span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33979803-4886938207175896848?l=alertamber.blogspot.com'/></div>Amber Gristaknoreply@blogger.com0