Dear Joe...

I can't remember the last time I was on the 6 train. But then again, if I'd known it was the last time, maybe I would have paid more attention. I guess that's true for most things in life. You recognize your firsts so easily. First job. First apartment. First car. First kiss. [I will ALWAYS remember this moment!!!!] But lasts. Lasts are tough recognize. Especially if you're super optimistic like me. I never think anything is final. I read a quote once that said "everything I let go of, has claw marks on it." Rings way too true. I'm trying to get better with that. Trying to let go easily. Not rush things nor force them. Not holding on to things that clearly aren't meant to be held. Any first year psych student can probably trace that back to moving around so often in my youth. Losing friends, and beloved toys in the rush and madness of big brown boxes and oceans between continents. Any second year psych student would bring it back to my dad s...

Ok this is a quick post just because my daughter made this seared salmon salad the other night that was straight out of a Top Chef elimination round. I'm quite fucking proud. My mother is really not a good cook at all. No, no don't get me wrong. Everything she cooks is delicious! And I love her. And all 156 lbs of me bears witness to the fact that she kept me fed and happy my whole life. But there weren't things like "searing" going on. It was more of a, "mix this hamburger helper packet into the ground beef" and indulge my G, kinda of cooking. So as I"m sitting here, not only trying to make myself a better woman, but to make my DAUGHTER a better woman, I went ahead and bit the bullet and paid for a Blue Apron subscription. So we can both learn. And grow. And have fun. Together. I was talking with my friends the other day, and it's really amazing in life the journey that friendship takes you on. Everything I know today about being a wo...

Basically my life right now: 5 am: Alarm goes off to get my fat ass to the gym. 5:10 am: Snooze. 5:30 am: snooze. 5:40 am: Thinks I snooze, actually turns off alarm 6:45 am: FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK. *hastily throws on some semi-clean clothing and rushes out the door* 7 am: Begins commute to NYC for work. Listens to depressing news radio about how Donald Trump could actually be president. Makes mental note to never stay at one of his hotels. Unless, obviously, I find a dope Groupon. 9 am - 5 pm: Works tirelessly and never checks cell phone, or social media, or takes too many personal breaks to wander aimlessly around the city. (sarcasm obviously. I do work hard as shit though. I"m just slightly a.d.d.)) 6 pm: Contemplates the amazing work out I'm going to have. Plans out outfit. 7 pm: Passes liquor store on the way home. 10 pm: After 2 hours of binge watching Netflix original programming, finds self in front of fridge wearing a hoodie and socks eating gouda and drinking ...