Booked Myself a Sunny Vay-Cay

I'm heading out to the West Coast for the first time EVER! Yep, that's right. I will be a California newbie, if just for the 6 days I'm visiting.

My little sister lives out in the sunny state and she's so nicely offered me the other side of her air mattress. I couldn't be happier.  (That's the two of us on my 25th birthday, back when she was actually living with ME, so she totally owes me this fabulous trip.) :)

So this trip was booked at the end of last week in a very spontaneous move, so much so that I hadn't alerted my bosses of the days that I was planning on taking off- but that's OK. I received approval today. PHEW!

Now what? I plan my WEEK!

On the docket:

1. The BEACH. Sister lives near Santa Monica, so I'm presuming I'll take a trip to Santa Monica and to Venice Beach. You know, get my Romeo & Juliet action on. I'll be searching out traces of 16 year old Leo DeCap, definitely.
2. Hollywood Stars- human ones and ones in the cement
3. Beverly Hills houses- I plan on cruising in my rental Corolla in and around Beverly Hills in search for a gated community with a sleeping gate-keeper
4. Giggy- OF COURSE! I have to find this little nugget of joy before heading back to the east cost.

5. Scooting down to San Diego to visit my darlings from Hometown- Rachel and Rachel! I can't wait to see their shiny, Southern Californian faces!!
6. Seeing 2 other guy friends from home that I haven't seen in eons, as well as 3 friends from college who I haven't seen in a few years. They will be so excited to see me. I can feel it.

Outside of those 6 things... what should I plan on doing out there? I'll be with sister a lot of the time, until she goes to work or audition for something awesome or kicks me out of her face for being super excited about everything.... when that happens- what else should I plan on doing? Keeping in mind that traffic will take up 60% of my trip...

...and now starts the diet and workout plan... AHH! Less than 12 weeks away! Can't wait!!

xoxo

How High is Too High?

As everyone knows, I'm a huge fan of fantastic shoes. I think they not only add inches to a lady's frame, but pairing them with an awesome outfit can really make you feel fabulous, from the inside out. (I even wrote about this back in June.)

Additionally, I LOVE high, high heels. My friends will tell you: I rarely wear heels that are less than 5 inches high. I think everything I own has a 1" platform and 5" heel. (I just bought these in the blue/turquoise color.)

But, I saw these new Louboutin's on TheGloss and started thinking: how high is TOO high?

Too high for:
- Keeping balance
- Knee/ankle health
- The office
- Short guys at bars (or even average height guys!)

And then I also thought... where's the line drawn between fabulous-shoe-lover and...looking like a street-corner worker or a stripper?

I'm assuming that as fabulous-shoe-lover heel heights are increasing by the quarter inch, so will those infamous lucite platforms worn by street-corner-workers and distasteful Halloween costumers.  It's only fair.

What do you think?

Mashable Teaches Me Things

This morning, the first thing I did when I got to work was look through some advertising websites to send some "cool, new" digital media updates to my clients. Maybe I was inspired by watching "The Social Network" last night, but mostly I think it was because I am working harder to becoming better at my job.

I've loved all the places I've worked- each for different reasons.
- My first job was awesome in that it was a fantastic place to start out in the advertising world.
- Next up, I headed to New York for my first "boutique" agency experience. I learned more than I could have ever hoped, and also went to Sweden for a month to work closer with our European clients.
- I ended my time at that agency in October, heading to my current agency on Madison Ave.

I went off on a baby tangent from what I was planning to chat to you about: Phones that will soon offer a FACEBOOK BUTTON! Not an application, not a "bookmark" inside the mobile web browser... I mean, as there's a "send" button on your phone, there will soon be a "Facebook" button on your phone too.

Got me thinking... I'm sure someone's going to put a Facebook button on TV clickers soon, since now Facebook is in cars, and on our phones, it might as well be on our televisions.

...But, what else could be as valuable as Facebook? Is there a next best thing on the horizon that I haven't caught onto yet? Is it special to one group of people now, as Facebook was once to Harvard, and colleges?

Mashable informed me about this Facebook button, so I'm hopeful they'll be the ones that catch this next-best-thing. And I'm happy to say: I don't think that Twitter is IT.

Happy V(standsforsomethingelse)- Day!

Last night, I got caught up with some of my favorite shows from DVR. Most notably: Glee!

Now, I knew that when Blaine said he had a crush on someone and was going to sing his heart out to the lucky guy, that lucky guy wasn't going to be Kurt. Poor K was so upset when he realized that even though Blaine knew K's coffee order, the blondie at the Gap was blinding Blaine's heart's view of precious Kurty boy.

BUT THEN!

When the "Blaine-we-aren't-dating, if-we-were- I'd-be-arrested-because-you're-underage"-previously-employed-Gap-Manager broke Blaine's underage heart, Kurt knew it was time to be frank.

"OF COURSE YOU KNOW MY COFFEE ORDER BY HEART! You were too blinded by curly blonde dude to realize I'M THE LOVE OF YOUR LIFE!" That's what Kurt wanted to say, but he didn't. He said it some quippy Fox-Glee-writer way.

And Kurt and Blaine lived happily ever after.

The moral of this re-telling of Glee was because IT'S ALMOST Valentine's Day!

Now, that day doesn't mean anything to me this year except that now it's going to be celebrated as "Vanity Day" with a special girlfriend of mine. (She will now see me clearly, and without little gelly-type circles in her eyes, because she just got LASIK surgery! YAY!)

She is anti-Valentine's Day, and I'm just neutral about it this year, so we decided that, though we'd still call it "V-Day," the V was going to stand for something more... selfish.

I know this post is a little too-soon to refer to V-Day, but watching Kurt and Blaine really put me in the happy and romantic mood. So, WHY not spread the love to you sooner than later?!

So, HAPPY VANITY DAY to the single and HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY to the couples.

(Ah hem, gentlemen: I'm available to receive chocolates, red/pink cards with hearts on them, even some early Easter candy if you find some mini eggs or Cadbury eggs.)

xoxo

Chromeo, Cupcakes, and Roadtrips OH MY!

You know those weekends where you have nothing going on, and then suddenly it's like "WHA-BAM! I GATS ME SOME PLANS?"

That's what this past weekend was like for me. I had bought myself a Chromeo ticket for a friend's birthday way back in, I think, December. At that time, Feb 4 was SO far away. Then it was Feb 1st and I realized I had a SHOW to go to that Friday, AWESOME!

I was so excited to see the birthday boy and have some drinks and dance with him that I was super pumped to go out.

Then, sometime in the last few weeks of January, a friend invited me to our mutual friend's birthday celebration... in Atlantic City...on February 5. I didn't really put the 2 dates together and just said OKAY! anyways.

The Chromeo show was pretty awesome. They put on a really fun show, I saw some friends who I wasn't expecting to see, and danced my little (big) feet off. Problem was: I got home around 2:30AM. I had to be up, packed, (possibly manicured,) and ready to go to Grand Central for a Metro North train (as you know, they have specific departure times, and I couldn't miss it) at 11:48AM.

I managed to wake up earlier than needed, painted my own nails (a TERRIBLE, TERRIBLE idea,) and got these amazing little bits of sugary joy for the birthday girl... YUMMM

Ignore the driver. I'm sure she was just looking at directions, not talking to her boyfriend.... I'm holding the box, shielding my nails from the camera. (Really though, they were TERRIBLE.)

So, A and I headed off to pick up C (HA! Just realized- we were A, B, and C... amazing) in her Jersey-based town. Scooped her up (and if you knew the size of C, we actually did scoop her right up) and headed to south Jersey.

The ride, in itself, was simply spectacular. The birthday girl, A, was driving and it's a good thing, because C and I were in no shape to drive, since the night before we were out (separately gallivanting) too late. We laughed, we choked, we cried, we near-peed, we did everything successful road trippers do. And we only got lost like, twice.

Atlantic City was really just an extension of the road trip. We didn't spend any money gambling, and just enjoyed each other's company, stories, and dance moves while spending a little quality girls-night together at a Club...

Clubs aren't my bag, but it was enjoyable enough- watching not-my-type men dance all up on girls, who appeared to actually appreciate the attention. Kudos to all parties involved.

I managed to bring A and C home safely, where we all fell fast asleep and dreamed of mini cupcakes. (Or maybe that was just me?)

The road trip back home was just as enjoyable and hysterical as the ride TO south Jersey, only this time we had McDonald's and Adele accompany us.

All in all, it was a really awesome weekend and I can't wait to do nothing this weekend.

I'M BAAAAACKKKK

Okay- so I'm not back for a full-length post, but I am going to make myself blog more from now on.

I don't have much to tell you right now except for the following...

1. I'm at a new job... a creative account manager on MADISON AVENUE! Dream come true! I'm working for a big corporate personal/homecare/oral care brand on Park Ave and am really elated about my professional progress in life.
2. I'm on a sabbatical from guys. From dating, from online meeting, from in-personal meeting, from giving my number out- I'm finally just "doing me" and so far, it's been going great (started it a week ago, going until April... at least.)
3. I haven't been home since Christmas! I'm starting to get that itch to go back to Boston for a weekend, see my family and friends. I realized it when I craved a French Vanilla coffee from Dunkins this morning! Now, all I need is my old Altima and I'd be on Cloud 9 of memories...
4. I just joined the "Fun Committee" at work, against my own better judgement. I don't have much time as it is, and the last thing I want to do is spend more time at work, but my boss recommended it, and I don't think it's going to be a bad decision. If anything- I'll meet more people from my company, visit cool bars (for company event-prospecting,) and maybe even get to taste-test for company parties.

Well, there's 4 new things that are going on. Most of them are pretty recent developments. But, it's better to let you know SOMETHING than nothing.

I'll try to come up with more new things to talk about and let you know. Can't wait to start on this blog-ride again... it's way fun, plus, I love looking at the little blonde "ME" in the corner. She's so damn cute.

xoxo

Songs, September, Changes

As if you haven't been stalking my Facebook and don't already know how much I love Ray LaMontagne's Pandora station, I'm going to reiterate it now.

I love it...To the same extent that I love egg white and cheese sandwiches on a crisp autumn Saturday morning.

Listening to Adele, Citizen Cope, John Mayer, Amos Lee, Matt Nathanson, and Ray put me into a very romantic and nostalgic mood. I start to realize that although I may be living in New York City, I'm still not jaded from the emotions of love and missing home. (Gasp!)

After some time of not missing home, now, with the abundance of sultry, raspy voices coming from my computer speakers, I'm finding myself missing and thinking of home. It could also be the change of season, the sudden chill in the air (it always seems like fall comes overnight, amiright?) But waking up this weekend, I wished that I was going to my cousin's soccer game just a few streets away from my house. I miss having conversations in the morning with my mom on the back porch. I miss meeting up with my friends for pedicures or breakfasts with my sister and cousins.

I also love love this time of year (not that I ever dislove it...ha.) And though this is the first season change that I'm relying on only myself to laugh at my jokes, keep warm at night, and walk with around the city, I don't just love male-female love, I cherish being with friends, also.

Maybe it has something to do with the nostalgia of the excitement of going back to school, seeing friends during the football games, walking through The Pit in my pom-pon sneakers- but this time of year just screams "YAYY FOR FRIENDS!"

Now that I'm passed the "I'll meet you at Kelly's after the game" stage of life, I find myself smiling during other age-appropriate scenarios. This weekend, I visited the Standard Beer Garden with girlfriends and also to the Chelsea Market- both for the first time.

I think that fall also signifies a new, discovery period in your life. Call it "cliche," but I think it's true. From the time we were 4 or 5 years old heading to pre-K, September started an official new year. Yes, January is the real-life new year, but for a middle-schooler, the first day of school was (and still is) definitely the first day of the new year.

In that way, I try to explore new things. Such as the Beer Garden and the Chelsea Market. GRANTED, I understand that I'm talking about September, and it's October, but my point still stands (plus, September was still really hot and it feels like fall just started this past weekend...)

I challenge you to explore something new in your life this fall. Whether it be visiting somewhere you've never gone to before, getting yourself lost in your car or visiting somewhere in your own head that you've never ventured before.

Just DO IT.  
(My mom always says this and I swear even if Nike never coined that phrase, she'd take ownership of it.)

These are a few of my Favorite Things*

I often ask people "what is your favorite thing in the whole world?"

It's a loaded question. Much like when someone asks "can I have a fry?" They don't actually just want ONE. They want a couple. And, similarly, everyone has a couple of favorite things in the whole world.

Here is my list...
Ray LaMontagne Pandora Station
Family dinners at Nana and Grampy's
Receiving surprisingly great news
Finding wedding pictures on Facebook (it doesn't matter WHO got married. I just love love.)
Going to weddings!
Having a crush
Skinny days
French Fries dipped in Garlic Aioli sauce
Making clients and creatives happy over the SAME project
Listening to my favorite songs
The South of France
Daydreaming about my future
Appreciating beautiful photography
Watching little kids play and seeing the parents smile
Being on cloud 9

There are a ton more that I'm thinking about but I'm sure I'd just bore you!

What are your favorite things?

25 and Eternally Hopeful

This post is not meant to sound "sad" or "melancholy" by any means. It's a reflection of the slight downside of being in your mid-20s when you have the entire world in front of you. The options are endless and the overwhelming nature of them sometimes feels heavy. Otherwise, it's freaking awesome.

The girls and guys I know in this situation (yes, I'm calling it a "situation") are either new to the single world or in relationships where "everyone" around them is getting hitched.

For the singles: We've had long-ish-term boyfriends who they either thought they were going to marry or felt that they were on that path, but have recently found themselves without automatic dates to movies and paying for their own dinners.

For us, we're told by so many women who've gone through this stage to "live it up! You're only single in your mid-20s once!"

But, what are we supposed to "live up?"
Going out to bars on a Thurs-Sat (and Sunday Fundays) to receive free drinks?
Nights out with girlfriends without thinking about guys?
Movie nights with wine, popcorn and no cares in the world?

Those things:
1. Never happen
2. Can happen even with boyfriends

It's true, some girls prefer to be single and don't care about being in a relationship. But, I can tell you for my friends and I- that isn't the case. We like having someone hold our hands crossing a busy street, buy us drinks at a bar without the intention of getting us drunk, even the simple assurance of a "how's your day" text.

I'm sure everyone in this situation has seen the amount of Facebook relationships that have recently changed to "engaged" or "married to." As happy as I am for everyone who is going through preparations for weddings and the ceremony itself, there's just a small piece of me that's a wee-bit jealous that they get to do it now.

However, that jealousy is NOT just left for the 25 and single gals.

For the relationshippers: I have some friends who are ready for that stage, but their boyfriends aren't. After having conversations with them, I understand that's just as tough to deal with.

Having a boyfriend (or in some cases girlfriend) who isn't on the same timeline as you puts a strain on things. It's nothing against the guys who are or aren't ready for their personal reasons. It's nothing against the girls who are or aren't ready for their personal reasons. Having that eternal hope makes the relationship progress in a healthier way, but it could give the couple some challenges to face.

After telling my mom (for the 3rd time this week) that someone else is newly engaged, she got all hopeful-mom-of-single-girl-like and said,

"They're still young. You never know what could happen with their relationship, like anyone's relationship, really."

It suddenly hit me that, we aren't that young. We are young on a scale of 1-100yrs, yes. But when it comes to getting married, these kids are doing it "the right way."
1. HS
2. college
3. real-life job for a couple yrs
4. natural next step is marriage.

We're in our mid-twenties and this rotation of life changes isn't going to stop any time soon.

A couple years ago when I started seeing these updates on Facebook, my friends and I would send each other emails stating the news. It was a fun game to see who was getting married next or who's having babies. We were genuinely happy, but also confused. "Why would anyone get married at 22?" Back then, it seemed like my mom's stance of "they're still young" stood hard.

Now, at 25, it's not confusing anymore. It's life and it's very overwhelming. It's also everything I've ever wanted. I'm healthy, 25 living in Manhattan, working in Manhattan, making friends and having no real issues in my life. I have a great job and volunteer for an amazing organization, and am so close to getting my words published. On the upside, things are great. I'm going to start concentrating on that from now on. :)

Francis and The Lights

So, heroes and heroines of Summer 2010, I'm going to introduce you to the greatest band since... well, I'm not sure what, but a great band nonetheless.

Francis and the Lights

I know. He looks all Edward Scissorhands-meets-Session 9, but the music that Francis Farewell Starlite and his band of fellow Wesleyan-ites make is better than Postal Service.

As I said when I blogged about La Roux, (back before Bulletproof was in the clubs playing second to "I Can't Be Tamed") I'm not a music critic. I merely give my opinion based on the limited knowledge of musical bands and education I have.

"Brittney, how did you find out about these awesome (yet slightly creepy) guys?"

you ask?

I went to the MGMT concert in August and Franky opened for the teen-loving electro-band. We may have been two of the oldest attendees there (who weren't chaperoning) but finding Francis and the Lights made my night.

Not only do the keyboard skills far outweigh mine in 1988, but Franky's dance skills are amazing! He's got these crazy legs that remind of rubber bands.

Enjoy!

Take a listen here:
For Days
Knees to the Floor (this one's stuck in my head as I type)

And watch here:
Darling, It's Alright

My Favorite Online Things This Week

Below is a list of the very best Internet offerings this week. They may not have launched this week, but I came across them this week and laughed my toochus* off.
*I'm also not Jewish and don't know how to spell Jewish terms, so I'm sorry if that's not how to spell toochus (pronounced: took-us.)

1. Danielle Staub and the Ron-Ron Wannabes "Singing" and "Dancing" on Pix 11


2. Spike Can Dance. I'm not sure if anyone's met Spike, yet, that is. Unless you're a dude who obsesses over Barstool Sports or follow my posts on Facebook on my friend's walls- chances are you haven't met him. Meet him and his lovely dog Sheryl. She is my roommates and I's favorite pet. We may steal her. Spike, if you lose Sheryl, fear not. She's in good hands.*Can you spot Sheryl?*

3. The Gloss.com I love everything about this website. The pictures, the drawings, the banter, the topics, the comments- EVERYTHING. I especially liked this article about The Rage Kittens.

4. I've been doing alot of fall-preview-wishlist-shopping and my first official purchase will be made during Fashion's Night Out in NYC. The night is Sept 10 and I can't wait! The Gloss (naturally) explains why we all venture out to the stores, clawing our manicured nails through the crowds of fabulous people and wannabe fabulous people (I'm in that crowd... admittedly.) I'd add to this list: to see celebrities.


So kids, that's what the Internet has given me to give to you this week. I think I might make this a weekly thing if you like it. Let me know in my comments section and I'll continue these types of posts or not- depending on your thoughts.

*NOTE: Spike has multiple videos. I suggest you watch some of them. Most notably "Justin Bieber" and "She Wolf."

Oh and WHILE we're at it...

I've discovered that I NEED a Jim Hjelm wedding gown.

And yes, yes, I know. I'm not even close to having my own wedding. And yes, yes, I know, too, that Jim Hjelm wedding gowns run over $2K. But I can't help it! I just LOVEEE this dress!





* NOTE: If you know me in real life, please don't purchase this dress. I have it on hold at Kleinfelds for my future TBD wedding, so I win. ;)

33 Days til Wedding!

NOT mine! In case you haven't seen my past blog entries, my friend is getting married in 33 days and I have to:

1. Lose 6-10 lbs
2. Buy a dress!

I'm not going to look into purchasing a dress for another 3-4 weeks, until the first point has been checked off, so I have some time to look into what I want to wear.

(I'm sure all the guys have stopped reading by this point, so I'll say...) As WOMEN, I'm sure you know the problems that I'm facing:

Trendy or Classic
Fall Color or Summer Color (it is the beginning of the fall, after all)
How much $ is too much?
And how much more use will I get out of this? (Facebook pictures last a long time.)
What is sexy but appropriate for a wedding?

So, based on my points above, what do you think about the following?

What I'm Needing...

As a girl living and working in New York City, you have to look the part. That includes:

Getting your hair done
Keeping neat, manicured fingernails (and toenails in the summertime)
Having nice jewelry (whether it be trendy or classic)
Wearing nice clothes (whether they be trendy or classic)

And my favorites...

Carrying a spectacular bag
and...
Walking in amazing shoes

Now that it's another season change it's also... ANOTHER CLOTHING AND ACCESSORY CHANGE!

Here are the two things that I'm most excited to purchase:




1. New Coach Mia Carryall in Olive
2. Steven by Steve Madden Sabra Boots in Taupe Lea

Both of which will be swimmingly gorgeous with black tights, a mini skirt, and chunky sweater.



I think it's obvious by now... but... I can't wait for fall.

You know what they say...

When one door closes, another one opens.

I'm hoping that happens, but I think I'm past-due to just hang out and wait in the parlor room for a little bit before the next door swings open.(my parlor, but picture it with the pretty, yellow doors closed.)

I don't want another door to open too soon after the last door shut on me. I'd rather spend some time chilling out, reading some magazines, waiting for the owner of the door to invite me in. :)

So, that's my plan. I know I had said that I won't wear my headphones while I read on the subway, but you know what? I just downloaded some new good songs and I want to listen to them whenever I want! I decided that I don't need anyone right now.

Matter of fact, I don't even want anyone right now. So, if Mr. Perfect walks into my car on the 6, then so be it. He's going to have to wait before I'm ready to leave my parlor room.

It's high time that I do my own thing and partake in my own life alone. I'm not inviting anyone into my parlor. There may be some windows that open up, and I may take a peek in here and there. I'm not closing anyone or any possibility out. I just have to take some time for me now :)


xoxo

An amazing inspiration found...

at a drag queen show.

It's true. You never know when (or where) life is going to hand you something that you'll take with you everywhere, forever.

A few days ago, I saw on my new friend, R's, wall "It's My Day!" I wondered why she had a whole day dedicated to her, and I knew it wasn't her birthday. She's a friend of the bride (who I spoke about in the last post,) so I knew I'd see her this last weekend and I could ask her about her day then.

As we're sipping Drag Queen-served mini Cosmopolitans, a friend next to me congratulates her for having passed another "R Day." I asked R, "why do you have a whole day dedicated in your honor?"

"I'm a leukemia survivor."

I began to tear up, because before I even asked, I had a gut feeling that was the reason why she had a whole day for herself. She told me NOT to cry because she's been in remission and healthy for the approx 4 years.

After telling me the whole story: (mind you, there are drag queens taking our orders for dinner throughout all of this) she was diagnosed on her 21st birthday, spent that summer in the hospital going through chemo, the Mayor of her town dedicated an entire day in August to "R," went through a breakup with a boyfriend, lost her hair, and then...her brother's marrow was tested and had her exact bone marrow match. He's 5 years younger than her.

I started tearing up again. This time, because I told her that God put him, and his perfect bone marrow, in her family and life because God had that plan for her. R has been healthy ever since her little brother gave her a piece of him.

Now, to see this 25 year old girl dancing around with an X-rated straw (courtesy of the bridesmaids, naturally) in her mini Cosmo, and chatting it up with La-Diva the Spanish Drag Queen, you'd never think that she had gone through Hell and back.

She says that though she isn't one of those survivors who takes "every day by the balls" and lives up every single moment, she greatly appreciates her life and is very happy that she is where she is now. She says that if she has a lazy Sunday and wants to watch TV all day, she does it. If she wants to go out and have an all-night dance fest with her friends and come in at 4am, she does it. In other words... she's a regular, brilliant, beautiful, amazingly bold 25-year-old girl.

She truly is an absolute inspiration to me and every other girl at that table that night.



...Even the ones with manly parts.

xoxo

My 70th post!

Can you believe that? So, thank you to all my readers who've gotten this far with me! I've been blogging for just over "a year" (but it wasn't very consecutive, so I'm counting posts, rather than days.)

So, the topic of this post is going to be:

I'm going to my first bachelorette party this weekend!

Should my bride-to-be-friend be reading this, I won't share any details. But, I can say this: it's going to be F U N in N Y C!

I received her wedding invite in the mail 2 days ago, and I nearly teared up! I'm so happy for her and her fiancee that I could just pop with excitement for them! Their wedding will be my first wedding that I attend as a non-relative of the bride or groom, so it's even a special day for me :)

It's crazy to think about: now that all my older cousins are married, my friends are starting to get married! I can't believe we're growing up so quickly.

Cheers and happy days to the loving couple. I'll post pictures in September :)

xoxo

My "this is why we're single" hypothesis

A few weeks ago, I started thinking about something. Now that we're on our own in a big city, wouldn't the chances of meeting someone be greater? A bigger pool of men and women to choose from?

No longer are we in our high school of just 1,000 people. No longer are we in our college of only 5,000 people. We're in a big city of over a million people. You'd think the chances would be larger, right? Wrong. At least, wrong as I see it.

And this is the problem:

We listen to our iPods and text while commuting.

I'm not joking. Think about it. While on the subway, we have our heads down texting, reading emails, reading articles on our iPhones, Blackberries, etc. Our eyes are not looking up towards the doors when they open- allowing our possible "significan* other" to waltz right in. We don't even see him or her, because we're so wrapped up in the technology.

ADD TO THAT, we're listening to Kings of Leon or Beyonce, so we can't even hear that person when he/she begins talking to us to tell us how much he/she likes our eyes or hair.

My new resolution is going to be: allow my ears and eyes to wander freely on the subway. Well, at least my ears. (I just started reading a Vonnegut book and really want to finish it.) I'm hoping that he will just walk right into my car on the 6 some morning or afternoon and my ears will be wide open for him to let me know how much he loves my hair.

I'll let you know how it goes...

* "Significan other" is a new phrase that I'm going to be using to refer to those previously called "significant others." We don't need to end the word with "cant," let's end the word positively, shall we? After all, this is supposed to be our "other half" and "life partner" and should be a GOOD thing, right?

Motivation= Lacking

Help me. Someone, please help me.

I'm trying to get back on the work-out wagon, and ain't. nothin'. workin'.

A few weeks back, I was able to wake up few times a week at 6:30/45 and run for a half hour/45 mins around my bit of the city. Then the next week came, and I did yoga and Pilates a few days after work at my gym. "Great! I'm on a roll!" I thought. "Two WHOLE weeks!"

Then came this past weekend. Birthday weekend= Birthday drinks. Birthday food. Parents paying for a big dinner. Friday and Monday off... now it's nearly Thursday and I just came back from the gym and barely broke a sweat for my 30 mins of cardio.

I have no motivation!

You'd think as a single girl living in NYC, just hitting 25, I'd WANT to look like my sveltest self. Unfortunately, I don't feel like it matters what I look like.

I don't mean that in a "I should love myself no matter what I look like" way. I mean it in a "I feel and look like shitake, but for some reason, I don't care" way.

It isn't a "rut," because I'm pretty happy lately. It's just that I'd rather sit on the couch after an 11-12 hour work day, or sleep in that extra half hour than MOVE my body.

WHAT can I do to stop this from happening to me? Anyone? Please?

xoxo

Birthday HAIR

For those who didn't see me on my birthday or aren't my friend on Facebook to see the pics, here is what the "Heidi Hair" wound up looking like...

I had gone to the beach earlier on Saturday but put curlers in my hair before I went out at night. The curls weren't as pretty or as shiny as Heidi's, but I'm going to just admit it: I have curly/wavy hair. I can't pretend that I have straight, Barbie hair. It won't ever be shiny, frizz-free, gorgeous movie-star waves. Just as we hardly ever see Taylor Swift or Shakira with gorgeously shiny locks, I have to admit to myself that I will never see myself that way!

Not bad though... look at the cut now with natural curls... Mom thinks I should go shorter in the front... what do you think?
* p.s. this will be the last "hair" specific post. I know you don't just want to read about that. SO, what else do you want to read about? New York life? Advertising life? Dating (or lack thereof!) life? Subway stories?*