Archives for July 2013
Pity, Party of One, Your Table Is Now Ready.
Being Hurt… And the Glad Game
Today…
Italia: Part 2
Five Unsolved Mysteries (of being a chick).
2. Why is it that you always seem to run out of the most expensive self-care items that you need (razor blades, moisturizer, makeup) all at the same time… even though they all seem to be used in different quantities? And guys wonder why we spend so much money at Target…
3. Why is it that when you unexpectedly get “Lady Time” it’s never while you’re wearing dark colored underwear? It’s almost certain that you’re wearing really cute/sexy, light colored ones that will then be ruined.
*It’s also these ruined garments that your dog completely ignores when he decides to chew on a pair…
4. Why is that installation of anything electronic never works the first time (TV, DVD player, Kindle, internet modem, etc), no matter how completely you’ve read the instructions? Then a guy looks at it and makes it work in about 3.5 seconds…
5. Why is it that when you’re in a hurry, all the traffic lights seem to be red, but when you need a red light to have use of both hands (to put your hair back, apply mascara, find something in your purse) it’s nothing but green lights and smooth sailing?
Friday’s Letters
Dear Jet Lag, I’m glad you haven’t been that bad this go-around. You’re making me go to be at 8pm and wake up rested at 6am… getting tons of ish done. #productivity
Dear Grass In Our Yard, slow your roll! Your growth process is outta control. Slowing just a little would be great. I really don’t enjoy mowing you e’ery week. KThanksBye.
Dear John Berardi, thanks for your Gourmet Nutrition Cookbook. It’s my new jam and slowly getting me back to cooking on a regular basis. High Five.
Dear Italy, I miss you already. Your large meals, your language, your wine, your people, your desserts were all my jam for the past week and I’d kinda like to see you again already…
Dear To-Do List, you suck today. But get ready to get your ass handed to you. Because I have the whole day to conquer you and I’m feelin’ good (see first letter above). Look out.
Dear Ballet, I miss you. We’re getting reacquainted at 10am this morning and it’s probably going to be really difficult. I’m looking forward to the foot cramps though… let’s do this!