Tuesday, August 5, 2014



Sunday, August 3, 2014

Ch-Ch-Ch- Changes (and a little bit of coffee)

Tomorrow I start a new chapter in my professional career.  After much thought, reflection, and frustration I decided a few months ago that it was time to throw my proverbial "hat" in the ring for a few interviews.  I was successful in my "fight," (if I'm going to continue with that analogy... and it seems like I am) and soon found a position with a new organization that is sure to be a great fit.  

The last seven years have been spent working with men and women who have become like family to me. 

You know the type, the people you love to love and love to hate and hate to love and hate to hate.  You love them and you hate them at the same time.  This image is just perfect. 

I keep saying to myself, "It has been seven years.  SEVEN."  And I think back on all the things I have shared with the men and women I have worked with.  Things that aren't just work - because there have been so many successes (and downright failures) along the way.  But the kind of things that come with working closely with people who become your crazy family.... like too many martinis on a Tuesday night and too few glasses of water before bed. 

There is a familiarity that I am leaving behind.  The familiarity that comes with time.  The familiarity that helps you to know when it is time for you to get the heck out of there.  I know it was time for me to leave.  I wasn't growing anymore, in a professional sense.  I felt used, crushed, overlooked - things that shouldn't ever be associated with one's work on a regular basis.  

I am terrified to leave it.  So terrified.  And yet, at the same time I am so excited.  I am excited to begin again.  To meet new people and share new experiences.  This time maybe it won't be seven years.  Maybe (hopefully!) I'll be retired in a bit and living the life of leisure with the other ladies who lunch.  And maybe (hopefully!) I will be smart enough to manage my martinis and drink more water.  

Speaking of drinking more water (and of course, too many martinis).  One day just keeps running through my head.  I had gone down the shore one night, got a bit too drunk, and was just completely a mess the next day.  I woke up at 8:30... when I was supposed to be at my desk at 8.  I was about two hours away from work... not including the time it would take me to get situated.  

I called my girlfriend at work, asked her to fill up a cup of coffee, put it next to my phone and turn on my computer.  That I'd be there as soon as I could. Do you know I arrived at work three hours later and no one had any idea that I had been missing?  I had been "in meetings... excruciating meetings I don't even want to go into it."

I'm not proud of it.  Well... maybe I am, a little bit.  I couldn't believe I got away with it.  I guess the old saying is right:


Thursday, June 26, 2014

On My Radar

A random listing of a few things that are on my radar lately...

Diamond Candles
I was never really a big candle person, but I realize now that was only because I was using them in my teensey tinsey shoe box style apartments and the smells were always so nauseating in such a small space.  Since moving into our home I have become a bit obsessed with candles.
Diamond Candles has been my brand of choice because they are like Cracker Jacks for grown ups.  Every candle has a costume jewelry style ring inside.  

To be completely honest - 9 times out of 10 the rings are super tacky... but that's the absolute beauty of the costume jewelry.  It is for  FUN.  They're about the same cost as a Yankee Candle and they are made of soy (hello, renewable resource + biodegradeable-ness) which I also love.  

Pottery Barn
Everything.  Everything from the barn of pottery.  Like a Stag Decanter.  For what? All of the Scotch I don't drink? 
I tried to talk Sequel into buying it as a birthday gift.  But he confirmed that there is absolutely NO NEED for a $119 decanter with a stag head (plus $7 for monogramming, obv).  My argument that it would be lovely at Christmas-time with a little red cotton ball on his nose fell on deaf ears.  

Gone With the Wind
I don't know about you, but I associate different books with different times of the year.  I remember reading Gone With the Wind  for the first time while on the beach in Avalon, NJ during my Junior year of high school spring break.  I will forever associate that book with the beach and, of course, Summer.  It is hard for me to let a summer pass by without diving into the world of Katie Scarlett O'Hara.
One of my favorite lines in the book is said by Grandma Fontaine to young Scarlett, right before the (spoiler alert!) surrender of the Confederacy to the Union.  

I love it.  Sometimes a little bit of fear is healthy, right? 

I like to think so... and with the wedding only 80 days away fear of EVERYTHING is a big part of my life right now! 

Wednesday, May 21, 2014

Making Memories

I have been trolling etsy.com for home decor.  More specifically, a walk slick for my Mud Room.  

For those of you who are not Philly-native a "Mud Room" is like an ante room - the room before you walk into the house that kind of collects the mud, etc. before you actually go inside.  Our Mud Room is teensey tinsey - about the size of a bathroom, doesn't have heat/air condition... but does have just enough space for a trunk full of "outside" things. My Bean Boots, some bug spray, sunscreen, and Bubbles all live in the trunk.  Because what 28 year old doesn't have bubbles just hanging out in their home?

Anyway.  Trolling etsy.com.  Wall Slick.  Home Decor.  

I found this wall slick that both made me jealous and also made me cringe in tacky.  It reads "Excuse the mess, our children are making memories."  

On the one hand I think... I'd love to put that up in my house.  Excuse the mess, we are making memories,  because you know we aren't children, but are grown adults whose Wednesday night calendar reads "Shake the Strawberry Infused Tequila and Citrus Infused Vodka," and that's it. Once we do that we have accomplished all that we have set out to do today (which, I am sure, some of you think is pretty pathetic... but you're just jealous!).  

On the other hand I think... I have lots of fun memories from growing up and some of my favorites are from when my mother screamed at my siblings and I to clean up our toys - and the three of us cleaned up our toys, while commiserating about how we had the absolute meanest mother in the world. If you can't get your kids to clean up their stuff then you are doing something wrong*.

So anyway, still on the hunt for a wall slick.  Still have a mess of a house.  But do have some Strawberry Infused Tequila and Citrus Infused Vodka coming my way! If it works out I'll post the "recipe" soon.  Ha!

* says the girl with no kids, few responsibilities, and still a mess of a house.

Monday, May 19, 2014

In the Wink of a Young Girl's Eye

While I do my very best to keep my writing and my focus on the positive there are, at times, bouts of the sad :: the crazy :: the intense :: the heartbreaking :: the feelings that require not only the attention of my mind, but of my whole life.

A few times over the years I have touched on the changing face of my parents' livelihood, their financial situation, and how the "Market" and the "Bubble Bursting," and the "Crash of the housing market" et cetera, et cetera, et cetera, have truly impacted their lives.

You might remember my 2010 post "The House that Built Me" which shared not only my love for Miranda Lambert's hot song but ALSO my love for the house I grew up in.

You also might recall my 2011 post "Endless Summer" which is still the only post where I have disabled comments.  

It feels like (as Bruce says) in the wink of a young girl's eye everything changed.  And yet, in an odd way, everything remained exactly the same.  

This weekend Little Miss Dependable, The Prince, Little Miss Graceful and I banded together to say our goodbyes to the Dream House - the house that Little Miss Graceful grew up in and the house that, quite literally, was the summation of my parents dreams and their Glory Days.  It was bittersweet.  


  • Bitter because, while my parents - who made their lives in building homes for others - do not have a home to call their own and instead are living in my paternal grandmother's attic, with Little Miss Graceful and the WonderDog.
  • Sweet because The Prince surprised our parents and Little Miss Graceful by showing up on Friday evening  - home from Florida for the first time since October - to help.  
  • Sweet because we spent so much time laughing on Friday night.  Mama Can't Be Wrong did so much packing that, when it was time to go to bed, there were enough blankets and pillows for three people.  But six people were home.  Little Miss Dependable and I slept on the couch.  She had a pillow and a mattress pad for a blanket.  I had no pillow and a mattress pad for a blanket.  We were in hysterics.
  • Sweet because the four of us - my siblings, my best friends in the whole world, climbed up on the roof of the house, and chatted and laughed and reminisced and, of course, took some photos.  
  • Sweet because after the move and my parents and Graceful were all settled in the attic the three "big kids," snuggled in to spend the night.  The Prince and Dependable shared the couch while Graceful and I cozied up together to share a twin bed.  
  • Sweet because we were literally able to Shut the Front Door on an era of our family life that has caused stress and more stress and anger and fights and frustrations and doubts and the worry that came along with it.

Obviously, more Sweet than Bitter.  That's the way I am trying to look at it, at least.  

After we left our mark (by signing our bedroom closets and sliding a photo under the island in the kitchen) we left, together, and my father shut the front door. 

The Six of Us, with our boys, Sequel and Big Kid Boyfriend, headed to a local watering hole to toast to a "Fresh Start," and "New Beginnings," and a "Pit Stop."  (sidenote: I had the best Peach Bellini I have ever had!).  

When I had suggested heading to a bar for a toast I was hoping we could reminisce, as a family, about our Glory Days in that home.  It was too much, though.  It was what I wanted, but not what anyone else at the table wanted to talk about.  Last night, before I went to bed, I did exactly what I wanted to do... I talked with Sequel about the "old times," and when I felt like crying I started laughing, thinking about...

  • ... the time the Prince was running shuttles up and down the driveway for my high school graduation party and he lost control of the golf cart (he was, after all, 14)... the Prince and the golf cart wound up in the creek - a thirty some foot drop from the house.  While the Prince survived the golf cart had to be towed out by two industrious uncles and was never to be used again
  • ... Little Miss Dependable and I sharing a "Jack and Jill" style closet and bathroom... it was the best of times, it was the worst of times. We would steal each others tights and sweaters and clothes and spend hours in that closet just chatting.
  • ... Sequel showing up for my birthday dinner almost four years ago - on his motorcycle and leather jacket - and my mom being so excited I was dating a guy with a motorcycle
  • ... after the Prince's high school graduation party when Ex-College and I got in such a fight that he left - and slept in a field.  I tried to sleep on top of his car, so he wouldn't leave without me know (I know.  I'm psycho).  The Prince came down to get me and carried me (quite literally) up the hill, up the driveway, up the stairs and into bed.  And then locked Ex-College out of the house
  • ... when Little Miss Graceful was two years old and so good at playing hide and seek... she was fearless.  We lost her in that house so many times.  She would just disappear - and we would find her, panicked, twenty minutes later just hanging out in a closet by herself.  
  • ... the morning everyone in my house completely overslept and I was the first to wake up for work.  I ran down the hallway to alert my parents that we were ALL late only to step in a pile of puppy poops in my barefeet.  You know, since we had all overslept of COURSE the puppy had pooped in the hallway.
  • ... the first Christmas I was 21 and got categorically, undeniably, hilariously wasted on Christmas. 
  • ... the crazy... the family meeting where we all popped the Christmas crackers, wore paper mache crowns, and discussed whether we should stick with one ply or move to two ply toilet paper.  Even the dog had a crown on...
This weekend helped me to come to know myself and my crazy family so much better.  We are a hardy / hearty  bunch and I couldn't ask for better people to love and criticize, to laugh and cry with, to go through all that life brings us.  

Sunday, April 13, 2014

Sunday Randos

When I'm not planning the next home project (cork floors vs. slate floors?) or agonizing over wedding decisions (father daughter first dance song?) or playing with the wedding registry (which coasters will be the most perfect coasters to make our lives together complete) OR just really hating myself that my life has become a series of wedding-related things.... So anyway, when I'm not pre-occupied with all things Idiot Girl Gets Marries I am thinking about the following random things:

Little Miss Dependable and I are planning on running the Disney Princess Half Marathon in February 2014.  While the training isn't going too well (we really fail at Couch to 5K absolutely all the time) the goal of heading down to Florida in February is high in our minds!

Kingston Maxi
I am a sucker for a good Maxi dress.  I was the kid in 1995 who was always wearing the long maxi skirts and twin sets for formal occasions.... and was so excited that they came back 'en vogue' a few years ago.  My collection of Maxis is kind of out of control.  I absolutely cannot wait to add the Kingston to my closet.  

It kind of reminds me of something Elsa from Frozen would wear in the summer.  That cape.  Amazing.  #IDie Pluuuuuus, it would be a great honeymoon dress.  (and now I'm back on the wedding, which consumes my entire life.... must.not.be.a.pod.person)

This Is Where I Leave You by: Jonathan Tropper
Our Book Club just finished This Is Where I Leave You and let me tell you it was amazing.  There was a lot of sex in that book.  But let me tell you, the family relationships were so real.  I was amazing.  At times, I felt like Tropper was talking about ME.  Difficulty communicating, having a hard time conveying feelings?  Yes and yes.  Wow.  If you're looking for a good read then I highly recommend picking up this novel!

Quotes | Quotes | Quotes
a.) whenever I go to type the word "quotes" I inevitably type "wuotes" the first time.... I'm just not used to hitting the "q" button, okay?
b.) I'm searching for the perfect saying to paint on my living room wall.  My criteria is pretty loose, I just worry that as soon as I paint it I am going to hate it.  So then I think -- wall vinyl! And then I htink -- that will look tacky.  So I'm torn.  
c.) Options include the following:
        1. "two drifters, off to see the world... there's such a lot of world to see" (moon river)
        2. "where laughter falls like lemon drops somewhere above the chimney tops, that's where you'll find me" (somewhere over the rainbow
        3. "he just is      I just am        we just are" (lang leav)
This is something that might be another discussion for another day... because as I type things out I second guess them... and if I can't really commit to listing them on this little blog then can I really commit to painting them on my wall? 

And now I'm back to flooring samples... and house stuff.  C'est la vie.  It's Sunday and I've got plenty of time and enough coffee + Bailey's to power the Super Dome during Beyonce's halftime meltdown! 

Monday, March 3, 2014

"Go To Hell" Clothes

A few of the Little Misses - some fellow Idiot Girls, if you will - were chatting the other night about how different our lives were one, two, three, five years ago.  

We even referenced specific nights that were cataloged on this little blog - those foggy, vodka soaked evenings where our dresses were short and our attention spans were shorter.

The whole conversation made me think... because I recently looked at a pair of shorts from dear Lilly and thought this exact thing: I am too old for shorts like that.

But I know exactly how I would wear them, of course, if I weren't too old.  I'd toss on a short sleeve oxford, with a ruffle, tuck it into that cute little waistband, and put on my high-high-highest heels. 

It's the perfect little kick-around Happy Hour turned into evening out in the summer combo... Center City Sips, anyone?

Sigh.  A moment of silence for my early 20s, over here....

Until I remember:
a.) I'm not dead, yet
b.)  dear Lilly prided herself on her "Go To Hell" style... so why shouldn't I?

The "Go To Hell" style is one of my favorites.  If you're not familiar with it, then this article is for you: Damned Dapper: The Origins of the Go To Hell Look.  

Basically, Go To Hell Style is just that... something loud, crazy, different, wild and yet... somehow classic.  If you don't like it you can, quite simply, go to hell.

Sounds kind of harsh... but, as I said
a.) I'm not dead yet
b.) dear Lilly prided herself on her "Go To Hell" style... so why shouldn't I?

Something is telling me that social norms dictate these little shorty-short-shorts are not for me.  And to those social norms that are battling it out in the back of my crazy brain I have one thing to say: "Go.  To.  Hell."  

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