So I recently returned from a trip to New York City that I took to celebrate my birthday. I convinced my hubby I wanted to go on the trip because he hasn't thrown me a party in the seven or so years we've been together. Truth be told, I really wanted to do some damage shopping!
I know, I know, the economy is shaky, gas is ridiculously high, yada yada. I don't care, I want some new clothes that I can't buy in here in Texas. I want coture, I want high fashion (but only if the price is reasonable!). Luckily, I received some cash for my birthday and stockpiled so I would have a fair amount to work with while in NYC.
We did the obligatory sightseeing because my hubby had never been to NYC. While I wish I could say I wanted to him to see all the great sites because he was a newbie, my real motivation was in hopes I could distract him while we spent ridiculous amounts of time in clothing stores. Don't judge me. Unfortunatly, I didn't give him enough credit and he caught onto my game and called me out on the second day!
It still didn't stop me from powershopping with stars in my eyes at H&M, Century 21, Bloomie's, etc. I was home, my Mecca, whatever. Needless to say, I spent all my birthday money on clothes, perfume, accessories. I swear, I had anticipated stocking up on unique gifts for girlfriends, etc, but it didn't happen (girls, I apologize, I couldn't stop myself!).
I really love New York and if anyone ever wants to go visit, please ring me up! The hustle and bustle of the Big Apple really appeals to me and I would love to experience living there at some point in time. I guess I'll need to do it before I have kids, but that's another story for a different day!
Friday, May 30, 2008
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Cancer's a bitch, and she must be female
So I've come to the conclusion that cancer is a "female." I know, it's an odd statement. Plenty of people think their cars are feminine or masculine, so why not think of a disease that way?
Here is my logic:
1. Cancer and its treatment makes you not hungry and you can easily waste away.
2. On the off chance you are hungry, everything tastes like crap
3. You can lose your hair, eyelashes,etc. (for us Italian ladies, the mustache leaving is good)
4. You're all pissy because everyone wants to know how you are feeling (duh, like shit).
Based on my short list of reasons, I think it's a safe conclusion that cancer is feminine.
Now my uncle who is currently battling cancer might disagree, he thought it was pretty funny last night when I made the comment. Maybe he was placating me so I would stop forcing his high-calorie shake down his throat last night!
I explained to him that cancer has some similar traits to PMS, and then he proceeded to tell me I was "annoyative." Think about it, he's bitchy one minute, needy the next, feeling good, feeling like shit, etc. It's just like PMS! I offered him a Midol and he told me to take a hike (which I did once he had more of his shake!).
Needless to say, Cancer is a bitch, end of story.
Here is my logic:
1. Cancer and its treatment makes you not hungry and you can easily waste away.
2. On the off chance you are hungry, everything tastes like crap
3. You can lose your hair, eyelashes,etc. (for us Italian ladies, the mustache leaving is good)
4. You're all pissy because everyone wants to know how you are feeling (duh, like shit).
Based on my short list of reasons, I think it's a safe conclusion that cancer is feminine.
Now my uncle who is currently battling cancer might disagree, he thought it was pretty funny last night when I made the comment. Maybe he was placating me so I would stop forcing his high-calorie shake down his throat last night!
I explained to him that cancer has some similar traits to PMS, and then he proceeded to tell me I was "annoyative." Think about it, he's bitchy one minute, needy the next, feeling good, feeling like shit, etc. It's just like PMS! I offered him a Midol and he told me to take a hike (which I did once he had more of his shake!).
Needless to say, Cancer is a bitch, end of story.
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Have you ever noticed...
How easy it is to get off-track when you are trying to eat healthy foods? I swear, the main times I crave sweets is when I'm trying to get fit and work on my crummy eating habits. I can go for about, oh, 3 hours and I'm tempted. Part of me wants to go running and screaming to the store to pick up some cookie dough!
Damn the tv and radio for playing their tempting ads with fresh, sumptuous looking foods! How am I supposed to think healthy, when I'm really thinking about a Big Mac?
So please, bear with me friends and family as I try to better myself and my eating habits. And you, Fast Food Resturants, you'll be seeing me. You'll be seeing me crying in my car in the parking lot dreaming about the food I really want to eat!
Damn the tv and radio for playing their tempting ads with fresh, sumptuous looking foods! How am I supposed to think healthy, when I'm really thinking about a Big Mac?
So please, bear with me friends and family as I try to better myself and my eating habits. And you, Fast Food Resturants, you'll be seeing me. You'll be seeing me crying in my car in the parking lot dreaming about the food I really want to eat!
Getting to Know Me
So it seems a little background info on me would be an appropriate place to start. I'll try to keep it limited to the juicy info!
I was born and raised in Delaware until I was 16 years old. I know, I know- Dela-where? It was a good place to live, as I had good friends and a pool in our backyard. I don't remember too many particular details from my childhood. I remember my "boyfriend" giving me his mother's genuine diamond necklace in kindergarten, missing the 1st grade Valentine's party because I was sick and I remember my coke-bottle thick glasses being stolen in 2nd grade.
Family wise, I have mixed memories. My mother and father arguing about who was going to plan the vacations, who was going to discipline my sister and I, etc. On the other hand, I remember my father playing the guitar and singing us to sleep, my mother playing barbies with us. It seems to me our family was always tightly strung. It was no big suprise to me when my mother sat us down and announced they were divorcing. Apparently, this came out of nowhere for my father. I was around 12 years old and I believe in 6th grade. I wasn't sad about the divorce, I actually remember wondering what the hell took so long.
Several court ordered therapy sessions later, my sister and I were deemed "adjusted" to the divorce. Hmm, I could have saved us hundreds of dollars if they had listed to me say the same thing. Moving on, I conviced my mother we should move to Florida once I finished sophomore year of high school. We bribed my friends to help us pack, clean and paint the house and we sold it a few months later. My mother, sister and I took off for Florida the day school got out. We were off to a fresh start!
What happened once we arrived in Florida was a blur, as everything occured at warp speed. The week we settled in, my mother met a man at a family jazz concert and five months later they were married. We moved in with him and his 2o-somthing year old son into a three bedroom home. This is the point in the story where I would appreciate some pity. I had to share a room with my younger sister and had a whole new world of ridiculous rules enforced by my new stepfather. My sister adapted okay, but I was 16, I was headstrong and sure of who I was.
These new rules included no dating, no sleeping over anywhere and I couldn't talk to my best friends in Delware anymore. The explanation I received was we needed a "fresh start." I was perplexed and pissed to say the least. So I did what any normal teenager would do, I made friends, snuck around and had them cover for me. I barely survived high school living in that house, but I made it and recieved early acceptance into the local college down the road. This was my chance at freedom! My freedom was short-lived when I realized I had to live at home and still couldn't have a car. Try being a freshman in college and having you "dad" drop you off. Seriously, it was damaging my credibility!
My sophmore year I met the man who would later become my husband. I had to lie and sneak around to see him. Once my stepfather found out, he told me lies about his grades, his life, etc. Ugg, the drama that ensued. I was ordered to stop seeing him, and I said fine, it was the easiest way to survive in the house. Of course, I did not stop seeing him and we snuck around for several months. So four or five ulcers later, the lying and sneaking was catching up on me. I decided to tell my stepfather the truth and figure out the consequences. My consequence was to abide by his rules and have a cushy life, or get out. I packed all my belongings in 8 trashbags and had a friend come pick me up.
The rest is history. We both graduated college, tried living in a few cities and eventually landed in Texas. As one dramatic chapter of my life came to a close, I am now trying to manuever married life and a career. I know it's been a crazy ride and I know it's really only just the beginning!
I was born and raised in Delaware until I was 16 years old. I know, I know- Dela-where? It was a good place to live, as I had good friends and a pool in our backyard. I don't remember too many particular details from my childhood. I remember my "boyfriend" giving me his mother's genuine diamond necklace in kindergarten, missing the 1st grade Valentine's party because I was sick and I remember my coke-bottle thick glasses being stolen in 2nd grade.
Family wise, I have mixed memories. My mother and father arguing about who was going to plan the vacations, who was going to discipline my sister and I, etc. On the other hand, I remember my father playing the guitar and singing us to sleep, my mother playing barbies with us. It seems to me our family was always tightly strung. It was no big suprise to me when my mother sat us down and announced they were divorcing. Apparently, this came out of nowhere for my father. I was around 12 years old and I believe in 6th grade. I wasn't sad about the divorce, I actually remember wondering what the hell took so long.
Several court ordered therapy sessions later, my sister and I were deemed "adjusted" to the divorce. Hmm, I could have saved us hundreds of dollars if they had listed to me say the same thing. Moving on, I conviced my mother we should move to Florida once I finished sophomore year of high school. We bribed my friends to help us pack, clean and paint the house and we sold it a few months later. My mother, sister and I took off for Florida the day school got out. We were off to a fresh start!
What happened once we arrived in Florida was a blur, as everything occured at warp speed. The week we settled in, my mother met a man at a family jazz concert and five months later they were married. We moved in with him and his 2o-somthing year old son into a three bedroom home. This is the point in the story where I would appreciate some pity. I had to share a room with my younger sister and had a whole new world of ridiculous rules enforced by my new stepfather. My sister adapted okay, but I was 16, I was headstrong and sure of who I was.
These new rules included no dating, no sleeping over anywhere and I couldn't talk to my best friends in Delware anymore. The explanation I received was we needed a "fresh start." I was perplexed and pissed to say the least. So I did what any normal teenager would do, I made friends, snuck around and had them cover for me. I barely survived high school living in that house, but I made it and recieved early acceptance into the local college down the road. This was my chance at freedom! My freedom was short-lived when I realized I had to live at home and still couldn't have a car. Try being a freshman in college and having you "dad" drop you off. Seriously, it was damaging my credibility!
My sophmore year I met the man who would later become my husband. I had to lie and sneak around to see him. Once my stepfather found out, he told me lies about his grades, his life, etc. Ugg, the drama that ensued. I was ordered to stop seeing him, and I said fine, it was the easiest way to survive in the house. Of course, I did not stop seeing him and we snuck around for several months. So four or five ulcers later, the lying and sneaking was catching up on me. I decided to tell my stepfather the truth and figure out the consequences. My consequence was to abide by his rules and have a cushy life, or get out. I packed all my belongings in 8 trashbags and had a friend come pick me up.
The rest is history. We both graduated college, tried living in a few cities and eventually landed in Texas. As one dramatic chapter of my life came to a close, I am now trying to manuever married life and a career. I know it's been a crazy ride and I know it's really only just the beginning!
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Welcome
So this is my first attempt at blogging. I've been reading a few select blogs over the past year and realized I might like to give it a go. Please cut me some slack while I work out the kinks and improve on my musings.
When I first started reading blogs, I didn't get the concept. Random people reading about someone they don't know?! But the more I thought about it, if everyone has something potentially valuable/interesting to say, why not blog about and/or read about it? I'm a big believer in not missing out on anything and that's why I've decided to start a blog. Truth be told, I'm a crappy phone friend, and this might be an easier way for people to see what I've been up to (and for me to not feel guilty about not calling anyone!).
Please feel free to comment about what you read or would like to read (doesn't mean I'll do anything about it, just a forwarning).
And away we go!
When I first started reading blogs, I didn't get the concept. Random people reading about someone they don't know?! But the more I thought about it, if everyone has something potentially valuable/interesting to say, why not blog about and/or read about it? I'm a big believer in not missing out on anything and that's why I've decided to start a blog. Truth be told, I'm a crappy phone friend, and this might be an easier way for people to see what I've been up to (and for me to not feel guilty about not calling anyone!).
Please feel free to comment about what you read or would like to read (doesn't mean I'll do anything about it, just a forwarning).
And away we go!
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