The Shirts

August 2, 2010

The first thing I see when I wake up on a weekday is a line of shirts hanging on my bedroom mantle. R irons his shirts for work on Sunday nights and hangs them there so they stay wrinkle free. Now normally, such a sight would drive the obsessive-compulsive organizer in me to shout expletives from the rooftops and head for the nearest Target for behind-the-door hooks, but instead I find that I look forward to waking up to my own personal weekend countdown.

Today is a 4 shirts left day. My least favorite of all of the days. Slowly but surely though, the number gets shorter until those lovely 1 shirt and 0 shirt days come. Until Sunday night, when the stock gets replenished and the count starts all over again.

These little things are exactly what my life was missing when I was single.

Food Glorious Food

April 6, 2010

I stumbled across Jamie Oliver’s new show Food Revolution while browsing Hulu while bored one day at work home and instantly became hooked.  I remember my own school lunch being french fries or a huge soft pretzel and a soda.  I always chose to go through the ala carte line instead of the “real food” line. I honestly couldn’t even tell you what kind of food the other line even offered and whether it was healthy or not.  I checked my old school website today to view the “real food” line lunch choices.  There were 7 options: 1) Corn Dog 2) Hamburger on bun 3) Cheeseburger on bun 4) Chicken patty on bun 5) Pizza 6) Italian sub 7) Chef salad.  Fruit and fries were the side dish options.

I don’t blame the schools as much as the show seems to, I take full responsibility for making poor food choices.  Though perhaps limited, healthier options were available to me, I just never chose them.  Still though, I like the idea of bringing awareness to what we are eating and the impact it is having. In recent years I have made an effort to cook more from scratch, but I still struggle with good vs. bad choices daily.  I definitely do agree though that if we can educate kids both at home and/or school to make the better choices, a food revolution WILL come.

Until then I’ll be sitting on my butt eating fries….just kidding.  Sort of.

Happy Appreciation Day

February 14, 2010

I think the dreaded Valentines Day holiday should be modernized and re-named Appreciation Day.  Valentines Day tends to have an exclusionary aspect to it, whereas Appreciation Day is a day everyone can participate in. So share your appreciation today with those in your life who brighten your day, have made you smile or who you love.

I appreciate YOU guys, my family, Ginger and anyone who brings me Godiva chocolate covered strawberries. 😉

That is SO not you

January 29, 2010

I was shopping online at work (um..during my lunch break of course….) and a coworker walked by and saw one of my purchases, commented that the shirt was “so not you” and remarked that I shouldn’t buy it.

Not me.

I’m not sure I have my own definition of what that is for myself, and the thought that someone else had one for me was jarring. I have my likes and dislikes certainly, especially when it comes to clothing, but I’m not sure I have ever looked at something and rejected it because it “wasn’t me”.

Who is this “me” she thinks exists? I’ve always thought most people perceived me simply as the “quiet girl in the corner who should be left alone until sufficiently caffeinated”. The label, albeit an eliminatory one, got me thinking. I’m ok with not having a clear definition of self, but am I ok with other people having a definition for me. I suppose you can only control how you are presented, not percieved.

Unless, of course, I’m wearing that shirt apparently.

At year end American Express sends me a chart graphing my spending for the year. Here is how it broke down.

42% of my expenses were travel related

30% was spent at bookstores

17% were spent on my business

6% was spent on entertainment

3% was on restaurants/grocery

and 2% on other/misc.

Yep…that sounds about right.

2009 and a bit of 2010

January 1, 2010

I vowed in 2009 to have more fun and I made a good start, but I am going to renew my vow for 2010 and try even harder to enjoy the moments of life.

In 2009 I snowboarded in Wisconsin, ate great food in San Francisco, lost a dear friend and mentor and attended a lovely celebration of life service for her. I wrote letters to soldiers in Iraq. I turned 30 and sat on the beaches of St. Martaan. I re-did my home office. I battled and won a mouse invasion. I wandered the streets of Barcelona. I skated at Rockefeller Center.

Day of of 2010 will be spent on a plane traveling back to NY, but the other 364 days are sure to bring more adventures. Stay tuned!

May 2010 bring you all days of happiness, your own adventures and some good blog/twitter fodder.


November 4, 2009

My favorite moment of the year is that first sip of the first peppermint mocha of the season in the red cup from Starbucks.



My local drugstore recently put all of the deoderant behind a glass case. Is this really a highly stolen item, and if it is, shouldn’t we just overlook it for the greater good? As someone frequently stuffed in a subway car with a hundred of my fellow neighbors, I say if they want it, let em have it!


July 27, 2009

With the economic downturn I’ve found myself looking at my purchases over the years and reflecting on their investment in both their emotional and financial worths.  Sometimes you just never know what will end up staying with you for years to come.

I still wear the silver ring I bought in 1997 at the Ontario Art Gallery in Toronto. I’ve worn it daily since I bought it. It never occured to me when I saw it that it would be with me 12 years later. I think it cost me $35 Canadian Dollars at the time.

Though expensive, my iPod is a twice daily used gadget. I definitely could NOT live without it on my commute and with all the flying I do it’s been VITAL to keep me entertained during flights and dreaded airport delays.  I truly consider it an investment in my sanity.

2 years ago I “borrowed” a grey ARMY T-shirt from a friend and still sleep in it nightly. It is still the most comfortable piece of clothing I own and I’ve gotten great comfort out of that “free to me” T-shirt.

I’m not going to add up the amount of money I’ve spent over the years on plane tickets, but I consider Florida, St. Louis, Chicago, London, St. Martan, San Francisco, LA, Aruba, Mexico, Barcelona, New Mexico and Boston some of the best investments I’ve made in my self.

As I look back, I value most the investments I made in experiences. Snowboarding, traveling, anything that had the potential to make a memory and be part of my story.

What purchases have been your best “investments”?


June 1, 2009

I went back to Illinois this past weekend to attend a celebration of life service for a former theatre lighting teacher, turned friend, Shelley, who recently passed away. Held on a theatre stage, with her beloved dog in attendance and a slideshow of photos from pieces of her life, it truly was an honor to her memory. As I sat there listening to everyone who spoke about her I thought a lot about the legacy one leaves after they are gone.

We all come into this world and from breath number one we have a legacy handed to us. Our parents instill their dreams of parenting a future doctor, lawyer or mother or wish for us to take on the family business. As we grow, a societal legacy is born. The one that tells us to earn a certain monetary amount, to stay within an unattainable weight range and to partner up in order to be societally accepted.

We spend a lot of time fighting these forced legacies and thinking that we don’t measure up or fit into this life, but in death, none of those legacies mattered. People spoke of remembering Shelley’s spirit, her sometimes strict teaching methods that now go on through her students as they now teach others and her incredible love for animals. The University dedicated a room in the building where she worked and instituted a scholarship in her name. Those will be her legacies. A life lived, not a life dreamed.