For this gloomy day
Memorable Memorial Day Weekend
I still have the good portion of a day and an entire other 24 hours to relish, but it must be said that so far, this weekend has been one of the best I’ve had. It didn’t involve crazy nights at the bar, a getaway weekend in another state or any other over-the-top activity. Although nothing out of the ordinary happened, it has been an extraordinary weekend thus far. Each morning we...
Love deeper. Speak sweeter.
I have an unhealthy thing for Beyonce
I mean, I don’t just like her. I want to BE her. I want to be her in this dress she wore on American Idol last night. If only I had $40,000 laying around, it would be the birthday dress.
I've decided to embrace my birthday
I’m done pouting, protesting and pottymouthing my birthday. I’m going to give my upcoming birthday a big ol’ sloppy kiss instead. I mean, why not? I’ll be celebrating with my friends and family doing my most favorite things: laughing, drinking and being merry. It’s not that I hate birthdays. I LOVE birthdays. Specifically, my birthday. It’s the one day of the...
Choosing what matters.
“Some things don’t matter much. Like the color of a house. How big is that in the overall scheme of life? But lifting a person’s heart—now, that matters. The whole problem with people is…they know what matters, but they don’t choose it…The hardest thing on earth is choosing what matters.” - Sue Monk Kidd I’ve been quoting Kidd a lot,...
You can’t stop your heart from loving, really — it’s like...
The world will give you that once in awhile, a brief timeout; the boxing bell...– Sue Monk Kidd
Expectations vs Reality
Last night played out as such: Expectations: Get home, go for a long run with Iggy, make dinner, work, unpack, sort laundry, rehang fallen drapes, go to sleep. Reality: Got home, went for a long WALK with Iggy, make dinner, opened computer to work and instead looked at Facebook for an hour, laid on the couch, tripped over the still packed suitcase on my way into my room, knocked over the drapery...
With traveling comes tides of change
One of the BEST parts about visiting NYC? The food. Once of the WORST parts about NYC? The food. After a gluttonous weekend, which by the way, was well worth it, today I am GingIT. And really, I can’t blame the past weekend, though all the calories has brought to light an overall PROBLEM. All the job/schedule changing, traveling and flurry of the last two months has really done a number on...
letlygirl: kate, I can't tell you how uncomfortable I am right now
me: LESLIE, i know. because i ham just as uncomfortable
me: typo, but i'm keeping it anyway
A woman’s dress should be like a barbed-wire fence: serving its purpose...– Sophia Loren
I Heart NY
My fourth time to NYC, and it was definitely more than a charm. Landed on Friday, had dinner at Bill’s Bar and Burgers (or vice versa, who knows) in Rockefeller Center with the entire family. A lot of food, a lot of Cassidys for CL to meet at once. Lucky for all of us, the comida and conversation were enjoyable and plentiful. CL made such a great impression the first night, he was...
The Big Apple, My Monkey and Me
So they say the world is ending on Saturday. Considering I am quite the opposite of a conspiracy theorist, ancient Mayan or batshit Bible-thumping zealot, I do not think all the the world is ceasing to exist this weekend. But I suppose if all the afore mentioned are right and the end of all days is coming, I better start knocking some of the things I need to off my bucket list in the next few...
Last hoorah before To Do #1
S to the tress
The other night, I swear Iggy looked at me, cocked his head and thought, “Why Mommy? Just why?,” asking me why I was pacing the apartment like a certifiably certifiable mad woman. I’ve been incredibly restless lately, my mind is chock full of to-do lists and worrying seems to be all that I can successfully accomplish in a day. I find myself staring at the computer, staring at the...
What a (wedding) weekend
Because it’s Monday, and Mondays always have me contemplating swan diving from my office window into the dumpster right below it, I figured I’d reflect on the much happier times of last weekend to make it through the rest of the day. My dear friend, Val, got married this past weekend to her wonderful new husband, Josh. Something amazing has to be said for a happy wedding. Everyone was...
I just realized my shirt has been backwards all day. This either necessitates more AM coffee or my boyfriend to have a more discerning eye.
AFL - Anorexics for Life
Robyn: OMG, i put REAL cream in my coffee vs. the usual skim. it's incredible
me: i mean, don't even start. it's way too addicting
Robyn: i know. i'll go back to skim tomorrow since I'm supposed to be on an eating disorder for Jamaica
me: i'm on an eating disorder too
me: for life.
If you ever have children, tell them they must always be drunk. Drunk on love,...
RT @SaraBareilles: Integrity is telling myself the truth. Honesty is telling the truth to other people. -spencer johnson.
I would NEVER. If I wanted a night full of depression I’d stay home and...– My funniest friend
Give a little, take a little.
If someone needs a little more love today, why not give it? And if you need a little more love today, I hope you have someone from which to take it.
I just realized how I’m going to pay off my bills. I’m going to...– Kristen Walker, savvy saver
I have a playlist with this same title, and no matter how many Fridays come and go, it’s always the same sentiment: Thank God It’s M-Effing Friday. After the worst hangover known to human existence last Sunday, I swore off alcohol forever. As I’ve done many times before, and as I’ve failed many times before. I mean, swearing off imbibing alcoholic beverages is an exercise...
Procreation for Purpose
me: okay. here's what i have to do: dust the whole apartment, vacuum and fucking clean the bathroom
me: do you think i can get it all done tonight
letlygirl: absolutely if you don't sit down before you get started. if you get sucked into the couch it's alllllll over
me: you're right
me: i hate dusting
me: lifting and dusting
letlygirl: I make Nicky do it
me: i need to have kids
me: to make them think cleaning is fun
Now that I have my own office I just openly rub my breasts when I want.– A real cutie (via dubsonthemic) aka Me.
But sometimes we forget who we got. Who they are, or who they are not. There is...– Amos Lee
Getting back on the horse.
And by the horse, I mean the treadmill. I need to get back. in. the. gym. Ever since I took this new job, and the gym is nowhere NEAR close to my apartment or office, my time spent sweating on the treadmill or wincing during lunges has been greatly diminished. To almost non-existent. Yes, I do Jillian a few times a week. And yes, it’s a great workout. And yes, I want to KILL that B every...