stiff.
or is it loose.
i. feel. like. jello.
jiggley and undefined.
that's what a lack of craziness can do to a type-a freak, like myself. this week has been painfully slow. i quite prefer the days of running around with an exposed artery, extinguisher in hand dealing with high profile accounts, knobheads, and putting out proverbial fires. This relaxed pace has my skin crawling.
maybe i need a shot of benadryl. who am i kidding - i need the whole bottle to stave off what i'm certain is an allergic reaction to "downtime". i need to learn how to relax and enjoy this - otherwise i'll be featured in the obituaries a lot sooner than anticipated.
so i suppose its time to go home and be a wife now.
and tonight is my unfortunate night to cook. please god, pray for me and the sweet potatoes that i am going to attempt to turn into fries - using an oven! oy. the recipes look super easy online - but when i get into executing them - they feel harder than the steep climb of mt. kilimanjaro. i'm fairly certain that i'll set the fire alarm off - after all, it's my nightly ritual. that's how i alert my neighbors that somethin's a-cookin in suite 1511.
i'm so lucky the hubs is too kind to say anything nasty and moreover, thank god for his iron belly.
g'nite.
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Top 10 list of life's simple and inexpensive pleasures
simple and inexpensive...now those are two words that rarely play a part in my vocab. i am THAT girl where everything that means anything is usually a complicated chaotic conundrum that costs an arm, leg and a kidney at least(if you are lucky). so having read this on someone's blog - i accepted the open tag as a challenge of sorts. let's see how long it takes me to document 10 simple and inexpensive pleasures, in no particular order.
ready...set...go..(10:24am)
one: re-reading a book from my personal collection, with a venti latte (non-fat, extra hot, extra wet, with a splash of sugar free vanilla) on my balcony in the sun. bliss.
two: going home to play with bailey. he is the simplest pleasure i know. he loves without expectation - except for the occasional walk, belly rub and treat. In fact, he'll even settle for a stalk of celery and a cuddle-nap with his bff's. i'm lucky that his circle of trust includes me.
three: hanging out with my family. this feels like a cop-out answer. everyone who knows me knows that they define me in so many ways. however, spending time with them is in fact a simple and inexpensive pleasure - so there.
four: Co. Bigelow lemon lip cream. every application makes me swoon. Not only is it a staple in my bag but it's also a great pick-me-up.
(pause: to answer a couple questions on a brief + defend the key message)
five: revisiting old memories. i heart albums bursting with all sorts of moments. i'm camera-happy all the way and tend to document every moment to the chagrin of those around me. but it makes for hours and hours of stumbles down memory lane :)
six: long phone chats with the bff. the best. only trumped by long chats with the bff in person.
(pause: two phone calls + one cup of coffee + great news - JCrew is having another sale!)
seven: an apres-dinner stroll with the hubs (minus our wallets) through the urban cityscape that we call home.
eight: sleep. elusive and oh-so-enticing.
nine: ammio's pittu.takes me back to 75 IBC Road.
(pause: reminder to fill in timesheets...bleh, the bane of my existence)
ten: writing. *sigh*. which reminds me - i need to get back to it.
and we're done.
(10:56am)
i guess i am far more grounded than i gave myself credit for. It's 10:56am and it's time to scoot to a meeting. i heart those few and far between days when the world of advertising moves at a turtle's pace.
ready...set...go..(10:24am)
one: re-reading a book from my personal collection, with a venti latte (non-fat, extra hot, extra wet, with a splash of sugar free vanilla) on my balcony in the sun. bliss.
two: going home to play with bailey. he is the simplest pleasure i know. he loves without expectation - except for the occasional walk, belly rub and treat. In fact, he'll even settle for a stalk of celery and a cuddle-nap with his bff's. i'm lucky that his circle of trust includes me.
three: hanging out with my family. this feels like a cop-out answer. everyone who knows me knows that they define me in so many ways. however, spending time with them is in fact a simple and inexpensive pleasure - so there.
four: Co. Bigelow lemon lip cream. every application makes me swoon. Not only is it a staple in my bag but it's also a great pick-me-up.
(pause: to answer a couple questions on a brief + defend the key message)
five: revisiting old memories. i heart albums bursting with all sorts of moments. i'm camera-happy all the way and tend to document every moment to the chagrin of those around me. but it makes for hours and hours of stumbles down memory lane :)
six: long phone chats with the bff. the best. only trumped by long chats with the bff in person.
(pause: two phone calls + one cup of coffee + great news - JCrew is having another sale!)
seven: an apres-dinner stroll with the hubs (minus our wallets) through the urban cityscape that we call home.
eight: sleep. elusive and oh-so-enticing.
nine: ammio's pittu.takes me back to 75 IBC Road.
(pause: reminder to fill in timesheets...bleh, the bane of my existence)
ten: writing. *sigh*. which reminds me - i need to get back to it.
and we're done.
(10:56am)
i guess i am far more grounded than i gave myself credit for. It's 10:56am and it's time to scoot to a meeting. i heart those few and far between days when the world of advertising moves at a turtle's pace.
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
i've got
hoppers on my mind.
*sigh*
instead, i'll be having some grilled halibut with spinach aioli.
gah.
*sigh*
instead, i'll be having some grilled halibut with spinach aioli.
gah.
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
hump day ranting
"oh my god, this is unreal"
"hold up, are they seriously talking about this AGAIN?!?!?"
"someone hand taylor a box of kleenex"
"maybe they need to exile kanyeandeveryothereffinradiostationthatplaysthisnoneffinstop"
--
and that my dear friends was my thought process this morning.
gahh! nothing bothers me more than rifling through the Economist, which deals with REAL issues, in the morning to the soundtrack of another boo-hoo celebrity-infused-perez-hilton sponsored moment. on re-peat.
FML.
--
In other news, i've got a strategy session with a client today - and i am PSYCHED. Yup, i am THAT geek. Heck, if you get paid practically nothing to do what you love doing - then you might as well milk the few moments of bliss for all their worth.
Advertising is totally my first-love. She's high-maintenance. Requires a truckload of TLC. Demands my undivided attention. Makes me work into the wee hours of the morning. Expects me to kiss-face and ass at more events than I have the bandwidth to handle. Pushes me out of my comfort zone on a daily basis. Makes my heart pound at the thought of a great strategy and the potential of phenomenal creative. Gets me misty-eyed courtesy of too-much joy + great creative. Makes the major inconveniences feel minor. She's the soundtrack that plays behind everything else i do.
and this bothers me because...
1. i have a phenomenal job that i absolutely adore
2. i have an amazing family that i am blessed to have + friends that ease the ride
3. i have a hubs that absolutely adores me and is still in love with me (after almost 7 years)
4. i have loads of things i love - tangible things - an enviable closet, a drool-inducing library, more gadgets than a girl needs + all the necessities
in other words, i have a pretty cushy life.
but for some strange reason - something doesn't feel quite right. i feel like i blew a fuse.
{more internal investigations to follow}
in the meantime - i have a meeting to prep for!
yay wednesday.glad you could make it.
--
oooh...and today i get to meet sue!
*sigh*
like icing on a cupcake.
"hold up, are they seriously talking about this AGAIN?!?!?"
"someone hand taylor a box of kleenex"
"maybe they need to exile kanyeandeveryothereffinradiostationthatplaysthisnoneffinstop"
--
and that my dear friends was my thought process this morning.
gahh! nothing bothers me more than rifling through the Economist, which deals with REAL issues, in the morning to the soundtrack of another boo-hoo celebrity-infused-perez-hilton sponsored moment. on re-peat.
FML.
--
In other news, i've got a strategy session with a client today - and i am PSYCHED. Yup, i am THAT geek. Heck, if you get paid practically nothing to do what you love doing - then you might as well milk the few moments of bliss for all their worth.
Advertising is totally my first-love. She's high-maintenance. Requires a truckload of TLC. Demands my undivided attention. Makes me work into the wee hours of the morning. Expects me to kiss-face and ass at more events than I have the bandwidth to handle. Pushes me out of my comfort zone on a daily basis. Makes my heart pound at the thought of a great strategy and the potential of phenomenal creative. Gets me misty-eyed courtesy of too-much joy + great creative. Makes the major inconveniences feel minor. She's the soundtrack that plays behind everything else i do.
and this bothers me because...
1. i have a phenomenal job that i absolutely adore
2. i have an amazing family that i am blessed to have + friends that ease the ride
3. i have a hubs that absolutely adores me and is still in love with me (after almost 7 years)
4. i have loads of things i love - tangible things - an enviable closet, a drool-inducing library, more gadgets than a girl needs + all the necessities
in other words, i have a pretty cushy life.
but for some strange reason - something doesn't feel quite right. i feel like i blew a fuse.
{more internal investigations to follow}
in the meantime - i have a meeting to prep for!
yay wednesday.glad you could make it.
--
oooh...and today i get to meet sue!
*sigh*
like icing on a cupcake.
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
dis-con-nect-ed-
ish.
not sure why.
but here's a little something that made me go: hmmmm.
"I wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next."
-Gilda Radner
--
i never could resist the urge to take a peek at the ending. these days, i'm fumbling to visualize those last pages and its frustrating that i'm coming up empty.
this too shall pass my little minnow. this. too. shall. pass.
*sigh*
not sure why.
but here's a little something that made me go: hmmmm.
"I wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next."
-Gilda Radner
--
i never could resist the urge to take a peek at the ending. these days, i'm fumbling to visualize those last pages and its frustrating that i'm coming up empty.
this too shall pass my little minnow. this. too. shall. pass.
*sigh*
Friday, September 11, 2009
this morning
i have one phrase stuck between membranes...
a journey of a thousand miles, begins with a single step.
profound. if i can remember it, that is.
TGIF.
a journey of a thousand miles, begins with a single step.
profound. if i can remember it, that is.
TGIF.
Thursday, September 10, 2009
the ad world
is not one that is filled with all the glamor of the 60's. we don't roll into work at 10:00am to an office specifically outfitted with a deluxe premium bar and a hoard of secretaries. unfortunately, my life isn't a rerun of an episode of madmen.
instead, i woke up to the pleasantries of an early morning branding session that went into the early afternoon hours.
my belly grumbled along with my brain for having to digest so much newness at such an ungodly hour.
however, i did walk out of that meeting with one key take away ---> listening alone does not affect change. action does.
write that down folks - it is simply brilliant.
instead, i woke up to the pleasantries of an early morning branding session that went into the early afternoon hours.
my belly grumbled along with my brain for having to digest so much newness at such an ungodly hour.
however, i did walk out of that meeting with one key take away ---> listening alone does not affect change. action does.
write that down folks - it is simply brilliant.
Wednesday, September 09, 2009
craving
familiarity.
lately, i've got nicotine on my mind.
and despite being smoke-free for 11 months (yup, quite the feat!)
the last few days have been mentally grueling
because my brain seems to be begging for - just.one.drag.
lately, i've got nicotine on my mind.
and despite being smoke-free for 11 months (yup, quite the feat!)
the last few days have been mentally grueling
because my brain seems to be begging for - just.one.drag.
hrmph.
it's fall.
as in, the summer weather that was misplaced en route to me, is now officially being shooed out the door. yup, life is indeed - unfair.
september always smells of newness - more so than january does. summer's done. school's in. the markets pick up. life gets busy. and this year, i walked into the newness, complacently. Mind you that's only because nothing can compare itself to last year's entrance - sheathed in brave new decisions and navigating a new career path.
my mantra (the same old one) is to try to visit this spot a little more. post some more. write some more. vent some more. pen myself out of my issues - some more.
in the meantime, i was witness to a pretty gruesome marital spat in the last little while. the infuriated husband screamed: if I'm a bad husband it's because you are a bad wife.
my reaction:
a bad husband is not created by a bad wife. he is actually created by a bad mom and an unhealthy parental relationship. but nice try buddy.
yup. that's my thought for the day.and it nicely reflects the cynicism that's becoming a part of my so-called-nature.
as in, the summer weather that was misplaced en route to me, is now officially being shooed out the door. yup, life is indeed - unfair.
september always smells of newness - more so than january does. summer's done. school's in. the markets pick up. life gets busy. and this year, i walked into the newness, complacently. Mind you that's only because nothing can compare itself to last year's entrance - sheathed in brave new decisions and navigating a new career path.
my mantra (the same old one) is to try to visit this spot a little more. post some more. write some more. vent some more. pen myself out of my issues - some more.
in the meantime, i was witness to a pretty gruesome marital spat in the last little while. the infuriated husband screamed: if I'm a bad husband it's because you are a bad wife.
my reaction:
a bad husband is not created by a bad wife. he is actually created by a bad mom and an unhealthy parental relationship. but nice try buddy.
yup. that's my thought for the day.and it nicely reflects the cynicism that's becoming a part of my so-called-nature.
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