Archive | November, 2011

And It Begins..

26 Nov

I love Christmas but rarely do much for it. Due to allergies and animal shenanigans, we have a petite tabletop tree and a couple lights outside to show we celebrate the season. Sometimes I bake. We don’t really go over the top, and I like it that way. Some years the month between Thanksgiving and Christmas can feel like an eternity and a lot of people get burnt out. Our style is really relaxed and everyone is a lot happier for it. The holiday season is kinda like a performance, leave room to grow and you’ll always want to come back for more. And we do! I’m excited the season is here. Yesterday, Nicole and I went to the Mizner Park Christmas Tree Lighting. It was pretty awesome.

There were fireworks too!

I hope you are excited too. But remember its a marathon, not a sprint. Be sure to stay hydrated- Yes, hot chocolate and eggnog count :)

Oh, and check out my Twitter for a video of the musical tree show. It was pretty cool.


The Best Advice

18 Nov

As we come into the home stretch of 2011, I started to think about this year. It’s certainly had it’s ups and downs- lost weight, gained the weight back. Got a job, lost the job. 2011 will not be one for the record books, but it should be celebrated for what it was, an overall challenge.

I like change. Actually, probably a little too much. It’s been rare that I get so deeply involved in something that I refuse to bail. This year has taught me the power of persistence. For what reason I have yet to figure out, I am firmly planted in South Florida. Job prospects are few and far between here at the moment and I guess I’m starting to see that as a blessing. Someone is trying to send a message and I think I’m finally ready to listen. Other things need my attention now.

I guess I have Katie Couric to thank for my new revelation.

My wonderful mother has been trying to get me to chill out for a while now, to no avail. (We never listen to our mothers, do we?) But in her genius she gave me a book, Katie Couric’s The Best Advice I Ever Got.

Sometimes we just need to hear things from a different voice. There are only so many times you can hear the same encouraging tone before it starts to sound like a staged PBS special. But this book covers it all. It is divided into chapters on courage,  perseverance, passion, ethics, rejection, encouragement, risks, and finding your joy. Each with short tidbits of real life experiences from well known celebrities. You could sit and read it all the way through, or read a section depending on your mood that day.

Today I’m reading the chapter on rejection. But I’m hanging on to optimism,  you just never know. So for now I’m just gonna chill and read on.

But it has got me thinking about advice. I love to give advice, but usually only when solicited for it. Oh, I’ve learned my lesson on that one… But I can say these are my best bits of advice.

  • Try not to lie. It will always come back to bite you in the ass
  • “It will all be OK in the end. If it’s not OK, it’s not the end.”
  • Never pass up a bathroom


What’s the best advice you have ever been given? Any advice you like to give others?



Circus Time

18 Nov

This past week I got a chance to relive my childhood a bit, and honestly it’s not in a way I would have imagined. I went to a circus. I’m sure I used to like the circus when I was younger, but never really loved it so much that I remembered it. My brother hated it. Screamed bloody murder the whole time according to my Mom. But as for me, it was what it was.

I was driving a friend home when I saw the big tent and the lights and a HUGE elephant out front in a big grassy field. Needless to say, not something you see every day. But I went straight home and googled what was goin’ on. The circus was in town for two days. I was going back and forth deciding whether I should go. As an animal person, my heart was torn. But as a inquisitive personality, I was super curious. And damned if the personality didn’t win…It always does.

But we did stop to talk to Mike out front. A very sweet older man that had worked for them for a very long time. He spent fifteen minutes telling us all about the process and stories. When asked point blank about the treatment, he said “these animals have better healthcare than I do.”

I’m still conflicted, I’ll probably always be.

But the show was amazing.

Tina Fey

14 Nov

I think I’m like a lot of people when I like something, sometimes I can pin point why and other times it’s a complete surprise. Tina Fey was a surprise. I’ve never really been one for SNL so she never caught my eye. I have Nicole to thank for bringing her into my life. It started with 30 Rock and I just finished her memoir, Bossypants.


It is hilarious. I haven’t laughed so hard in a while. She explains her life exactly how you would expect a comic to lay out their joke. It covers every aspect from her childhood (her transition from awkward child to awkward teen), professional life (SNL, 30 Rock, and how how weird magazine shoots are) and personal drama (work vs. babies) with appropriate wit.  I actually read half this book a while ago and decidedly slowed down because i didn’t want to finish it too soon- It’s that easy to be sucked in to her funny ways. I don’t wanna spoil too much,  so instead I’ll share something that’s been circling the internet for a while (but it’s also in the book). It’s Tina Fey’s Prayer for her daughter.

Tina Fey's Prayer for her Daughter

“First, Lord: No tattoos. May neither Chinese symbol for truth nor Winnie-the-Pooh holding the FSU logo stain her tender

haunches. May she be Beautiful but not Damaged, for it’s the Damage that draws the creepy soccer coach’s eye, not the Beauty.

When the Crystal Meth is offered, may she remember the parents who cut her grapes in half And stick with Beer. Guide her, protect

her when crossing the street, stepping onto boats, swimming in the ocean, swimming in pools, walking near pools, standing on the

subway platform, crossing 86th Street, stepping off of boats, using mall restrooms, getting on and off escalators, driving on country

roads while arguing, leaning on large windows, walking in parking lots, riding Ferris wheels, roller-coasters, log flumes, or

anything called “Hell Drop,” “Tower of Torture,” or “The Death Spiral Rock ‘N Zero G Roll featuring Aerosmith,” and standing on

any kind of balcony ever, anywhere, at any age. Lead her away from Acting but not all the way to Finance. Something where she can

make her own hours but still feel intellectually fulfilled and get outside sometimes And not have to wear high heels. What would that

be, Lord? Architecture? Midwifery? Golf course design? I’m asking You, because if I knew, I’d be doing it, Youdammit. May she play

the Drums to the fiery rhythm of her Own Heart with the sinewy strength of her Own Arms, so she need Not Lie With Drummers.

Grant her a Rough Patch from twelve to seventeen.Let her draw horses and be interested in Barbies for much too long, For childhood

is short – a Tiger Flower blooming Magenta for one day – And adulthood is long and dry-humping in cars will wait. O Lord, break

the Internet forever, that she may be spared the misspelled invective of her peers And the online marketing campaign for Rape

Hostel V: Girls Just Wanna Get Stabbed. And when she one day turns on me and calls me a Bitch in front of Hollister, Give me the

strength, Lord, to yank her directly into a cab in front of her friends, For I will not have that Shit. I will not have it. And should she

choose to be a Mother one day, be my eyes, Lord, that I may see her, lying on a blanket on the floor at 4:50 A.M., all-at-once

exhausted, bored, and in love with the little creature whose poop is leaking up its back. “My mother did this for me once,” she will

realize as she cleans feces off her baby’s neck. “My mother did this for me.” And the delayed gratitude will wash over her as it does

each generation and she will make a Mental Note to call me. And she will forget. But I’ll know, because I peeped it with Your God




Bloomin’ Again

9 Nov

Finally starting to feel a bit better and look what I found.  Isn’t it gorgeous?


A blue orchid.  We have quite a few orchids outside, and we’ve found the best way to take care of them is to leave them alone. Honestly. When we first bring them home, I place a couple ice cubes in the base once a week and place them in indirect sunlight. Once they’ve died for the season, I’ll place them outside and do absolutely nothing to them and they bloom beautifully every year. They thrive on neglect, they’re the perfect flower! Such a sweet little pick me up :)