Day 166: Why, Route 15, it's been so long since I've seen you...

So looked forward to, so highly anticipated, and like that, it's over. I'm packing up my car on the other end and headed back to Central PA. Why do the things you look forward to the most go by so fast? Christmas in general is always a let down, it's like the wedding or prom you plan forever for that leaves you feeling empty and sad when the big day is over. This one doesn't hurt as bad, because you know you get to do it all again in a year, but add into it packing everything up, leaving your family who you so rarely see, knowing there's an empty apartment still dripping in Christmas sparkle and a ridiculously early start to your next day waiting, makes the whole thing seem a little overwhelmingly sad. The one bright spot this time happens to be a certain guy I'm now days closer to getting to see...but it's still hard to leave. So here I go, I'm chinning up and getting on the road, saying so long Christmas and presents and dinners and family, I know you're not going anywhere. I'll see you again in 365. :)

Day 165: Capturing a family moment in time

Apparently waaaay back in time. This is the studio we stepped into this morning for our family portrait. Now, hanging out together in a house is one thing, there are different rooms and floors we can spread out on. But, putting us all together for an event that puts us out in public where we have to behave ourselves? Not so easy. We're a sarcastic, wise-cracking bunch, some of which have little patience, and now we're going to sit for a family picture? Here, next to this family from the North Pole circa 1989, and this Indian man? You're cooping us up in a room encased in wood paneling? Were we supposed to come in period costume? Needless to say, it all sparked a lot of laughs, which in the end always helps us get through the bizarreness we land in, and actually the photos came out pretty well. There's something to be said about capturing a moment forever, everyone looking their shiniest and happiest. I know I'll smile every time I look at this picture, remembering not just the strangeness of the day, and the fun we had with it, but all the times we cracked each other up and got to spend time as a group. It helps that there was a loud, face stuffing lunch that followed, including a cocktail haze that makes the whole day seem fun and rosy. Yes, that's exactly how I'll remember it.

Day 164: Wouldn't be a holiday without a BJ moment...

Yes, a classic Bridget Jones moment! I haven't brought one up in awhile! (Doesn't mean I've stopped falling into these snafus, I just don't relate them all...) Acknowledging my tight budget, especially around the holidays, my Mom loans me her credit card to put gas in my car to head from Rochester to Buffalo on Christmas Eve. I fill up the car, put the card in my pocket and make my way to Western New York. Well, there was one stop at the mall...hey, it was on the way! I had a shirt to return to JCPenney, so I figured I'd run in and out, not have to worry about it after Christmas when EVERYONE would be returning. So I do it, run in and out, return the shirt, and continue my journey. About 5 minutes before pulling up to Grandma's house, I get a wave of panic. Where's the card? I check my pockets. Nothing. I feel around in my purse. Nothing. I pull into a parking lot to REALLY go through my purse. Nothing. I finally drive to Grandma's where I spend 45 minutes searching bags and entire car for the darn thing. Nothing. Now, I have to make the call. To my mother. I mean, the last thing anything wants to deal with is a lost credit card...on Christmas Eve. Luckily, she's not to put out with me, and suggests I call the gas station. As I'm frantically searching for the number, I remember the stop at JCPenney, so I call them and they have it!! But, they're closing for the holiday in the next 5 minutes and we can't it til today, Sunday, when everyone's supposed to be in Buffalo, doing dinner and a movie. So I get the brilliant idea that the Chad, who's supposed to be coming to hang with us, can stop and pick it up on his way into town. But when I call at 9 this morning, the store says no, the person who's name is on the card must pick up the card and show ID. No exceptions. So now, no movie, no dinner out, no Chad, no Gramma and Mom...we're making a drive to Rochester to pick up the credit card, and I feel terrible. Everyone makes mistakes, and I'm trying to look at the positive that I found the card and know where it is and don't have to cancel it and reassign accounts to a new one, etc... But, I know I've disappointed several people today, and it really makes me feel terrible. :( Stupid BJ clumsiness at life. It's not always cute and quirky...

Day 163: I AM Home for Christmas!

You can sure count on me! It's Christmas day in the B-Lo and I'm loving being home for the holiday. There's just something so warm and fuzzy about everyone being in one spot, a spot where we've spent so many Christmases past, and though everyone gets a little older, a little rounder, a little kookier, it's still that same kid at heart feeling of it being such a special day. There's even snow outside to make it a white Christmas! No matter what's going in my life right now, whether it's what I expected it to be at this point as I tick down these days to 30, I wouldn't change this day, these moments for the world. We may pick on each other, and tease each other and squabble because we're on top of each other, and get annoyed that we're all trying to use one shower, but these people are my people. They accept me for who I am and don't push me to be otherwise. They also spoil me rotten, but that's just a side benefit. :) So thanks fate, or destiny, or God, or whatever's lead me to this opportunity to spend this holiday with my family. There's no way to calculate what it means to me and I'll carry that with me forever.

Days 157 - 162: A Christmas Haze

Baking cookies. Check. Wrapping gifts. Check. Mailing cards. Check. Baking more cookies, getting last minute gifts, returning things, exchanging things, wrapping more gifts, baking more cookies, packing, laundry, hmm...new outfit for Christmas party? Shopping, shopping, shopping, treats for work, packing up the car, tracking online orders, checking the mailbox to see if online orders finally came, baking more cookies, packing up cookies so they don't crumble, wrapping more gifts, making a list of things done to make sure all is done. Sleep. When do I do that? I love this holiday, but Christmas is hard work. That's why I get this when I attempt to start the holiday early. All dressed up and face down in a solo cup of wine. At 11:30. In a room full of people. What can I say? In the end, it's all worth it, but it will be really nice to not worry about it and sleep....

Day 156: I get TWO Christmases this year?

It's pretty much more than this Christmas tree loving, carol singing, candy cane licking, tinsel throwing fool can handle! As if I'm not already lucky that I get to go home for the whole Christmas weekend, I get to spend the weekend before in a happy holiday haze with my honey (that is some fabulous alliteration...). After a bonus night of holiday romance at Longwood Gardens, I'm making dinner and dessert and we're exchanging gifts next to my 3 foot tree with my all my twinkle lights on glowing and my evergreen scented candles burning. Yes, I know I'm a Christmas cheeseball, but it makes me all gooey inside when I picture the loveliness of it all. Plus, I'm super psyched to give him his gift, I really don't think he'd expect it and I love a good surprise! (I hope it's not too much too soon though...I get so wrapped up in the joy of making someone happy that I lose track of where I may cross the line into too extravagant. Oh well, too late now!) Honestly, if you'd told me 6 months ago I'd have someone this special in my life to spend the holidays with I would have never believed you. But, it's really happening and I'm trying to enjoy every minute of it.

Day 155: How did I get so lucky?

I'm still having trouble grasping how someone can treat me so nicely! After a bit of a trying week, much of which I spent moaning and groaning about to Mr. O, I get a text message that says we're going to dinner and to see the Christmas lights at an area garden, it's all been set, I just have to show up. Talk about being blown away! I had mentioned I wanted to check out the lights, but with our schedules, it didn't look like it was going to happen. But, because I needed a pick me up, he sacrificed a little sleep before an early morning work start to show me a good time and make me smile. And boy did he ever! The text message alone had me smiling all day! I don't know why I have trouble thinking that someone would want to improve my spirits and take the time to surprise me like that. It just gives me a warm fuzzy feeling every time I think of it. And, the evening couldn't have been more lovely. A cozy, VERY delicious dinner, complete with dessert, then a stroll through a winter wonderland, full of twinkle lights and Christmas trees and poinsettias. I can't help it, all that holiday sparkle makes me feel like a little kid inside and I was hard pressed to NOT smile. So thanks, Mr. O, for picking up my spirits and making me feel so special.

Day 154: Sometimes you just need a sleepover

So why get in its way? My friends and I all work such crazy schedules, so seeing each other during the week can be quite rare. They're usually going to work when I'm going to bed and vice versa... So, when fate seemed to drop the opportunity in our laps, how are we supposed to pass that up? One of the girls was out on sick leave after surgery, another needed to stay local for a meeting that fell during her normal sleeping hours and the third was already planning on staying over. Needless to say, the forces of nature were all telling me I HAD to join this girls night...so I did. I'm an adult, I can make these decisions. And, clearly a night when we could all hang together and catch up was worth losing a few hours of sleep. Oh yeah, and there was a promise of cheese fries... So, I grabbed a nap, packed up my stuff for the night and headed over. And, I must say, the lack of sleep was totally worth the girl time. :)

Day 153: Seriously, some people just have bad luck!

Do you ever feel totally helpless? Things just spiraling out of your control and no matter how you wrack your brain, you can't do anything but sit and watch it happen? Today was one of those days and it really takes a toll you. Sometimes those situations where you have to MacGuyver your way out of a sticky spot can be almost fun, kind of an adrenaline high. But today, already riding a wave of exhaustion and frustration, it just knocked me down and left me not wanting to get up. When will I feel like I'm NOT beating my head against a wall as I strive to do the best I can? This is the happiest time of the freaking year, a time I tend to shoot out red and green ribbon every time I walk I'm so damn cheerful over it, and I keep getting Grinched. I need to pull a wishbone or crack a fortune cookie or find a penny or something...I'm willing my luck to turn around!

Day 152: Falalalalifetime...I love it, you love, admit it, it's awesome.

It's true, and I'm not ashamed to admit my love for this month long celebration of Christmas cheer and cheeseball love stories. Falalala Lifetime is the perfect background for baking, decorating, gift wrapping or just plain indulging in a whole afternoon on the couch with Christmas cookies, pyjamas and a cozy blanket. Watch just one movie and you'll feel the old, yet familiar twinge of believing in Santa. You'll believe miracles are possible, from reuniting your parents to making it home in time for your Christmas Eve wedding. But, most of all, you'll just get sucked up into the overall joy of the holidays and walk away looking for your own special holiday story. A couple of my favorites include "Deck the Halls," starring the nerdy girl from 90210, Kristin Chenoweth's "12 Men of Christmas," and "Secret Santa," starring another 90210 alum, Jenni Garth. All love stories, all completely believable and all freaking fabulous. It's a good time, don't be ashamed to tune in and enjoy the unbelievable story lines, and settle in for some over the top acting. The only problem? There's only so many holiday movies...which means eventually, you're in for a series of FalalalaRepeats....

Day 151: When you live alone...

This can be your dinner. A hot dog nuked in the microwave, spiral Kraft macaroni and cheese and asparagus. I mean, I think I really nailed the essential food groups, right? It's true, being here with me, myself and I, I can chill without makeup, eat in front of the TV, wear my ratty pyjamas, watch HGTV to my heart's content and most of all, eat whatever I want. I don't have to worry if things go together, if everyone likes it, or if it's all ready at the same time. I can eat it straight out of the Tupperware container or not even heat it up. And there's no one to judge me. But, I think I'm feeling more and more like I could give that up (well, some of that...the ratty pjs stay), for the company of a special someone. It's nice having someone here to talk to, to take care of and be taken care of by, to kill the spiders in the shower and load the dishwasher while I clear the table, to just plain occupy the space with me. I missed seeing my Mr. O this weekend, therefore spending quite some time with myself, and while all the above can be nice, I could definitely get used to sharing my space with someone. The right someone, that is...I mean, some people could just drive me crazy. But, I'm learning to work on that, to let go of my crazy hang ups and go with the flow. Plus, right now, a certain boy seems to fitting in just fine. Let's hope he sticks around awhile... :)

Day 150: Decorating on a budget...totally doable.

I can't seem to stop decorating for Christmas! As a rule, I generally decorate immediately after Thanksgiving, so that I can enjoy the holiday as long as I can. I mean, it only comes once a year, right? Well, as much as I love the decorations I pilfered from my Mom's ever growing stash over the years before we moved, there's always such an array of new stuff in the stores. Not to mention things I'm looking for, and don't want to spend the money on. On a budget like me? I'm sharing my tips for getting into the holiday spirit on only one dime...not many. :)

1.) Wreath on the door. Doesn't have to be fancy, just simple and classic. I found this wreath at the Dollar store, as did I find the bow (notice the glitter?) and the over the door hanger. $3! A little fluffing of the wreath, straightening of the bow, and it's perfect!

2.) Table decor. I actually got this tip from my friend Kiersten, who got it from sources unnamed (ahem, Oprah's former makeover man...). Fill your vases with ornaments! A pack of several shiny, sparkly, colorful bulbs can be found for a dollar or two at stores like the Dollar Tree and the Christmas Tree Shoppes. Dump them into the vase and display! So pretty!

3.) Accent what you already have out. I love these plug ins from Bath and Body Works, in fact I'm currently sporting a lovely Balsam scent to make up for my lack of real tree smell. Now, I could go buy a new holiday themed holder, but instead I tied this bright red ribbon I had stuck in a drawer around it, and voila! Ready for Christmas and totally free.

4.) Twinkle lights. They're cheap, they're easy to wrap around or string up. And, they're oh so pretty. Confession: Sometimes I leave them up after Christmas just because I love the effect of sitting in the dark with only the twinkle lights on. Seriously, if you don't do any decorating, but want to get into the holiday mood, just string up a few strands of lights. You'll feel cheery in no time. :)

Day 149: A Cookie Cutout Tradition

One of my favorite memories as a kid was our cookie baking adventure the weekend of Thanksgiving at my grandma's house. Every year, on the days immediately following Thanksgiving, me and Cory and Mom and Grandma would bake sugar cut-out cookies. It's a huge recipe which would make dozens upon dozens of cookies. Grams would mix up the dough the night before and it would sit on the back porch in a giant pot overnight to cool down and firm up. Then the next morning, we'd cover the kitchen table in some plasticy tablecloth and pull out the rolling pins. It felt like we'd be cutting out cookies for hours! And then the icing. We'd have different colors and sprinkles and make green snowmen and yellow Christmas trees. My mom was like the Picasso of frosting cookies. Smoothing it on just so, and using sprinkles as another design aspect, like the stripes on the candy canes or the fringe on the stocking. I marveled at it and tried to imitate it, still do today, but I never seem to duplicate her style. :) The entire task was daunting, and when I look back as an adult, I can see the work that went into it, but to me the kid, it was just such a fun day, between the screw ups and the tasting and talking and the joking. Not to mention the recipe was only used once a year and to this day is a recipe for cut-outs I've never tasted outside of my family.

As I got older, and I moved away for school and work, and my brother did the same, the tradition faded out. But the craving for the cookies was always there around the holidays. I think after the first and only year of not having them in the house around Christmas, I started making the effort to include them. Now, every year in the weeks of December leading up to Christmas, I devote a day to mixing up the dough myself and cutting out cookies all afternoon. I've since split the recipe in half, and honestly it doesn't take that long. Plus, there's a sense of pride in maintaining the tradition that keeps me rolling out the dough. I can't wait to one day share this with my kids, give them the memory of Christmas cookies that I had, not to mention, have some helpers in the kitchen. After spending the day rolling and cutting and baking and icing, I'm really thanking my lucky stars this is a one time a year tradition...

Day 148: Weekend in

1. I'm broke. 2. Mr. O has big boys night out plans 3. All the girls are out of town or otherwise tied up. And, 4. I'm exhausted. All reasons I'm staying in this weekend and not communicating with the outside world. I think I need this weekend to regroup and chill...while at the same time, catch up on things on my To Do list, like bake Christmas cookies, wrap presents, address Christmas cards and maybe clean out some drawers and closet (though that last one's not too high up on the list...I'm a total procrastinator). I want to sleep in and wake up to no alarm. I want to light candles and lounge on my couch among my Christmas decorations and twinkle lights. I want to watch FaLaLaLaLifetime in my pyjamas and no makeup. I want to sample cookies as I bake them. I have to admit, I've started to get used to my weekends including Mr. O, and it feels weird to have one alone. There may be a little part of me that wishes he was here to watch TV with and lounge on the couch with and tease me and talk to and snuggle up with...but, a little time with myself feels pretty nice, too. Time to pull out the ugly sweats and settle in for some serious Lindsey time. :)

Day 147: Sick

Sick. Ugh, so sick. I'm writing this on my phone from the bathroom floor and feel like I'm never going to feel normal again. I wouldn't wish this feeling on my worst enemy...well, maybe my worst enemy. They'd deserve it. Anyway, I'm going back to hugging the toilet and resting my cheek on the tile floor... Later gator.

Day 146: Lifting my spirits

Okay, much better day. I've decided I can't let my situation get the best of me, it's only letting it win and that's not fair. I'm in control here and I WILL make things better. Yes, my current work situation is unfortunate, but it's up to me to make the best of it. And, it's up to me to do something about it. I'm turning this attitude around and not letting the negativity eat at me. So there.

Day 145: Down and out

Talk about a crap day. I just feel like crap. Nothing seemed to go right, and it in turn just makes me feel bad about myself. Okay, so maybe it's that "time" of the month, when my emotions run extra high and instead of getting pissy or mad I get introspective and sad. But when I take a good look at my life, mainly my job and where it's put me, I'm just down and out about the whole thing. I've lost my ambition to strive at work and that makes me angry. I don't like not giving my all, or doing the best job I can, but I honestly don't seem to have it in me to try anymore and this just makes me sad. It's carrying over into the rest of my life and I don't like it. I even went shopping after work to pick up my spirits and it just made me feel worse. I'm working this job that pays me nothing and I can't afford anything and why even buy anything to make me happy when I'm so unhappy? F-ed up reasoning, but that's what you get when you're trying to justify feeling miserable. I'm so over it and I need to make a change...I'm just stuck in the "how" part. Help.

Day 144: You got me pjs...this time.

No running. No exercise. No dinner. No anything. I'm exhausted and I'm going right to bed. Yup, I literally walked in the front door into my pyjamas and onto the couch. A couple hours of mindless television to tune out my brain and then it's shut eye. I will not feel guilty and I will not think of the things I need to do and I will not get distracted by Facebook or reading or that episode of Glee that's been waiting for me. Sometimes you just need to sleep and that's exactly what I'm going to do. Good night.

Day 143: Get on Board...

Boardwalk Empire. Seriously, I'm hooked. I'm not one for the gangster tales or mob stories, I mean, I watched Goodfellas once and couldn't understand the phenomenon of it. As for Sopranos, I never cared enough to watch. But, when Mr. O suggested we watch it On Demand, I didn't want to say no. And after one episode, I was ready to click to the second! We proceeded to spend this afternoon plowing through episodes, until the end of episode 6 when I decided I really needed to go get some sleep. Here, watch this and tell me you're not intrigued:

Hmmm, why do I like it, though? For one, it sort of feels like mobster-light. It has the random killing and underhanded politics, but being in Atlantic City, it's got a lighter, more playful feel which I can get on board with. I also think Steve Buscemi really shines as a lead character. I'm used to seeing him as a side kick, a secondary role for comic relief or lead role support. But, in this, he really nails sympathy and kindness with harshness and a keen sense of business and politics. I find myself wanting to know Nucky Thompson despite the fact that he orders people to be killed or uses his role of leadership to break the law. The rest of the cast is on par as well, especially the woman who plays his Irish mistress (gorgeous!) and the guy who plays Jimmy. I must say, you've done it again HBO, you've reeled me in and I'm here to stay on the Boardwalk.

Day 142: Shopped out. Who ever thought?

So I went Christmas shopping last night. And, I went again this morning. And, as addictive as it can be...I think I'm done. As in, don't want to buy anything else, if I don't have it for you by now, you're not getting it. I mean, that's probably a lie, but I'm so shopped out! I can definitely see the appeal of shopping online! I've always especially loved shopping during the holiday season because of that extra buzz of excitement in the air, that rush to find the perfect gift. But, after waiting in crazy long lines, tugging at my coat as I overheated, rubbing my aching shoulder where my purse has been hanging on for dear life, and trudging to 3 stores to find the gift I was looking for, I just want to go home and put my pjs on.

I have, however, gotten the majority of my shopping done, which I'm quite pleased about. I tend to get this rush that I want to get it all done in one shot, which may be why I'm so exhausted by the end of my shopping trip. I keep heading from store to store, as yet another idea pops into my head. I think in the future a list would be wise...keep the shopping to minimum so I don't get frustrated, or more importantly, overspend. I have to say though, there's a certain thrill I get when I collect all the bags from my shopping expedition. What is it with walking with several shopping bags that makes me hold my head a little higher? It's like I feel like I've accomplished a major task and done it well. I've said it before and I'll say it again, why can't I get this high over exercise?

Day 141: More excited than I realized!

I know I like him. I know I enjoy spending time with him. I know he makes me smile, and laugh and feel special. But, I did not expect these tingly feelings in my tummy and the sporadic smile I can't keep of my face each time I remember I get to see him tomorrow. Because I went home for the whole Thanksgiving weekend, and because we live a lifetime (ie. an hour and a half) apart, I haven't seen him in 2 weeks. We've talked and we've texted, but we haven't actually spent any time together, and it's seemed like a very loooong 2 weeks. But now, it's almost tomorrow and Mr. O is expected at my door sometime early evening and I wish I could make this next 24 hours go by a little faster. I still don't know what we'll do or if we'll go somewhere or if I should cook, or rent a movie, but I do know I'm excited to see him and hug him and feel his big hug in return. Oh dear, I may have to go shopping to distract myself from looking at the clock...

Day 140: Midweek return to work = not so productive

Ugh. I've had 4 days off work, 6 total away from PA and it's clearly too many. It's day 2 of my 3 day week, and I want to a.) go back to sleep, and b.) not be at work. I can't focus, I seem to have lost my ability to write news and I seriously can't keep my eyes open. I'm counting the minutes til I can reunite with pillow. Friday afternoon can't get here soon enough....

Day 139: Why I love Jon Stewart...and you should, too.

He's funny. He's sexy. He's disarmingly adorable. And he's smart as hell! For someone who makes their profession in news, I don't often pay much attention to it outside of work. Except for The Daily Show. I never miss it, and honestly I think it gives me all the news I really need AND in a way I understand it! Watch this link and tell me you don't fall in love with him:

The Daily Show With Jon Stewart	Mon - Thurs 11p / 10c
You're Not Punny
www.thedailyshow.com
Daily Show Full Episodes Political Humor The Daily Show on Facebook

It's genius. Working for The Daily Show would be a dream job and news I could finally get excited about again. Jon, are you there? It's me, Lindsey. Please give me a job

Day 138: Everyone should be so lucky to have a Chad

The Chad. The BFF. The bestest friend a girl could really ask for. He's stuck around the longest, and he's who I can truly be myself around. Even through all my moves, the distance seems to have made our friendship stronger. Still, there's nothing like just hanging with him, watching TV, running errands, getting something to eat, seeing a movie, just like the old days.

These times are rare, but meaningful and looked forward to! I was planning to meet him for just a movie, but after my brother ditched me (for whom I had put my friend Ilona on hold for...but, whatever.), I was able to get some dinner with him, then just hang with him at work. Sounds boring, but he's just that friend where we can talk about random things forever. I can pig out on french fries with him. I can tell him about my stupid worries and crazy thoughts. I can share my problems and laugh about anything with him. I mean who else would take get their Bieber on and not think their friend was an idiot? It's these friends that get you through the good, the bad, the mundane and the awesome. I may not tell him as often as I should how important he is to me, but he's truly an awesome friend. I'm lucky he came over to talk to me 10 years ago in the Regal Cinemas cafe, if only to make fun of my trashy romance novel. Look where it's led us, Mr. Edwards. Thanks for sticking it out...I can't wait to see where the next 10 take us. :)

Day 137: Sometimes you just need an afternoon of shopping...

And, doing it with a favorite girlfriend doesn't hurt. In fact, it makes it the best way to shop! Most often, I'm a no-nonsense solo shopper, but it's fun to have company. After passing out at 9:30 at Ilona's Saturday night (seriously, one minute we were chatting and drinking wine, the next I woke up on the couch at 12:30 covered in a blanket), I was bummed I'd missed out on some serious girl time. So, I was psyched to be able to spend some more time with her today before I have to head back to PA tomorrow. I was really up for anything, and when women don't have set plans, shopping tends to head to the forefront of the list. So off we went...

First stop, Beers of the World. Yes, seems random, but not with Ilona. This is why I love her. She wanted to inquire about Polish beer for her Polish Heritage dinner, so in we go, no shyness when it came to asking, all the while checking out the beer and cracking jokes about silly names. Apparently, the guy she needed to talk to was at the other location, so off we go again. Such an awesome store! I honestly could have done all my Christmas shopping there, from imported beers to fun micro brews, something really for everyone. We spent almost an hour in there and it was a blast.


On to the Christmas Tree Shoppes...one of my favorite places. Oops, first we stopped at Taco Bell. No, not classy, but what better time to indulge (cheaply) than with a best friend? Once refueled, the shopping continued... I don't know if you've ever been to the Christmas Tree Shoppes, but if you haven't, you don't know what you're missing. It's fabulous. Things you need, things you didn't know you needed, quirky things that seem perfect for those hard to buy for people, such an assortment that it's easy to devote an afternoon to wandering the entire store, all while filling up a cart. And the best part, it's all so pleasantly priced, you can feel like you did some major shopping without breaking the bank!

Finally, it was on to the grocery store. I wanted to load up on groceries (compliments of mom...thanks!), so she came along for the ride. It was so nice to have someone to just chat with while dodging other carts in the packed store. It made a sometimes menial and boring job so lighthearted and pleasant, that I think I'm spoiled for all my future solo grocery experiences.


Of course, what day of shopping isn't complete without topping it off with a manicure? Another indulgence, but what's more girly fun than that? Thanks, Miss Frederick, for a truly fun day. I'm so glad you're my friend. :)

Day 136: Like riding a bike!

5 years of my life were spent helping run the show at a movie theatre. I learned the ins and outs of management, customer service, and best of all, what makes the movies. The actual movies, that is. The reels of film that come together to bring the story to the big screen and give you a 2 hour getaway from real life. I always got a little thrill when the movies arrived in big cans, and I got to splice together the film into a giant reel to run through the projector. You may have all the Hollywood stars and lights and sound guys and Kraft Services on a movie set, but without the projectionist, no one would ever see all that work. Hmm...come to think of it, they really should make more money...

Anyway, I visited my old stomping grounds on Sunday to a.) see a movie, and b.) see my BFF Chad, who happened to be working upstairs where the magic happens. It's been a few years since I spent my day in the dark hallways of the projection booth, but as I threaded the start of the movie through the brain, it was like riding a bike.
I remembered it all, right down to the framing! I was hit with a flood of memories of hours spent starting movies, fixing brain wraps, building movies and repairing burned film. There's a fluidity to threading the movie from platter to projector (nerd alert: I even did my college tech writing report on the process!), that it's almost soothing. And, I remembered how click and whir of the projector always seemed a little exciting... Anyway, I may have moved on, but there's nothing like a trip down memory lane to remind you of good times and one of the steps that lead me to where I am today. Thanks Chad, for letting me dabble in the past!

Day 135: Hello Christmas! Welcome back!

It's officially Christmas when you've got the tree. This year, I was entrusted for the first time in my life, with picking out the perfect evergreen to fill the spot in the living room. Truly an adult responsibility, but I couldn't help but feel like a little kid with a big job. I mean, the tree anchors the entire holiday! We've always gone as a group, but it's usually Mom who has the final say. But this year, me and my brother headed out to bring home the green. And, a fine job we did, if I do say so myself.
Well, there were a few moments where said tree may have tipped over after we believed it to be anchored in the tree stand, but as we stare into the twinkle lights and bits of memories hung from branch to branch, it's very easy to forget all about those slip ups. All that matters is it's not moving now, right?

The older I get, the more this ritual, all these holiday traditions mean to me. The time I get to spend with my family, the people that do the holiday JUST the way I do it, it's special and something I look forward to sharing with my kids some day. Yes, I'm nearing 30, and Christmas doesn't have the same mystery or sheen it did when I was a kid. But, you can't seem to keep that feeling of childhood glee from bubbling up a bit, and why not let it? It's a season of shiny, tinsely, sparkly, glittery fun, so why not go with the flow? Trust me, you'll have much more fun if you give in to the Christmas cheer. :)

Day 134: The first snowfall!

Welcome back, Old Man Winter! While Christmas fills me with a sense of pure jubilation, the white stuff catapults me back into childhood. Snow. I get a shiver of excitement as I see the first flakes fall. And, as they start to accumulate outside, I desperately want to bundle up and head out to make snow angels, snow men, and snow balls. So you can imagine my glee when I looked outside to see the faint flakes scattering past my window this morning... Still in my pjs, I ducked outside, under the pretense of taking the dogs outside, and turned my head to sky, mesmerized by the bits of icy fluff. Yes, I stuck my tongue out to catch a few...how could you not?? :)

Now I'll admit that working in news has made me slightly resent rough winter weather, only because it can be a crazy mess trying to cover it. I'll also admit that driving in it is no picnic either... But, there's just something special about looking outside to a winter wonderland.?
It's magical in a way, making the world around you sparkle with promise and hope. Whoa Linds, time to reign in the sunshine and rainbow talk, but can't you feel it a bit, too? Try and tell me you don't smile when you look outside to a world of white and you're snug and warm inside That's right, you can't. Told you so. And if that doesn't get you, pelting your brother with a snowball will always give you good feeling...

Day 133: Home for Turkey Day!

Leftovers. Truly my favorite part of Thanksgiving. Granted, I love the actual day. The warm house, the family all in one spot, the snacking, the football, the laughing. This one's actually extra special because it's my first trip home for it in 3 years! But, once we've eaten, once we've dabbled in the desserts and packed everything up into an assortment of containers collected over the years, it's time to pick at what's left over the next few days, maybe even later that night! There is truly no turkey sandwich like the one you make from leftover Thanksgiving Day bird...it's the one time of year it's perfectly acceptable to add cranberry sauce and stuffing to your sandwich and no one blinks an eye. Not to mention a side of mashed potatoes... And, how about pumpkin pie for breakfast? (Ooh, speaking of, if you're looking for a recipe, my mom has one that will change your take on pumpkin pie for life - see bottom for recipe!)

Anyway, it's the leftovers I look forward to, but it's the people that make the whole day possible that I'm thankful for. To just take a moment, I give thanks this year for all the people in my life who love and support me, who make me laugh and talk me down from a ledge. You know who you are...thanks for enriching my life and making this one hell of a journey.

**No Bake Pumpkin Pie**

4 ounces cream cheese, softened
1 tablespoon milk
1 tablespoon white sugar
1 1/2 cups frozen whipped topping, thawed
1 (9 inch) prepared graham cracker crust
1 cup cold milk
2 (3.5 ounce) packages instant vanilla pudding mix
1 (15 ounce) can solid pack pumpkin puree
1 teaspoon ground cinnamon
1 teaspoon pumpkin pie spice



In a large bowl, mix 1 cup of milk with pudding mix, pumpkin, cinnamon, and pumpkin pie spice. Spread in pie crust.
In another bowl, whisk together cream cheese, 1 tablespoon of milk, and sugar until smooth. Gently stir in whipped topping. When thickened, spread over pumpkin layer.
Sprinkle cinnamon on top. Refrigerate 4 hours, or until set.

Day 132: Gearing up for a little home life!

I love seeing this sign. It seriously tugs me a little inside, whispering, you're back, Linds, you're home. I can't help it. There's just something about coming back to the place you know. But, as I get older, it seems to be the ever present personal tug of war, stay or go? Stay or go? I'm always pumped to come home and see everyone, to see familiar street signs, use my internal navigation system, indulge on a garbage plate... But, would it hold the same feeling if I was here all the time? If I returned to make my life here, would I treasure my time here as much as I do during my visits? It's true, that my time with friends and family always seems so rushed and brief, so very squeezed in and one visit to the next. What if I could see them once a week?
The more I think about it, the more people I know who have either returned home for good, or have never even left. Why do I have this fear I'll be bored? Or maybe it's not bored, more like what am I missing out on by surrounding myself with what I already know? Or is it I'm indulging in what's already comfortable? I don't know, I don't know what the stigma is for me that's attached to returning to my hometown for good? Whoa, I totally started this as a "yay! I'm going home!" entry and this is the turn it took. Guess that tug of war's a little stronger than I thought...

Day 131: And the mirror ball trophy goes to...

I'm pretty sure I look forward to this night more than a normal human being should. The winner of Dancing with the Stars will be announced tonight, and I'm freaking pumped! Here are my thoughts on the three final contenders:


I have forever been and will forever be a fan of Baby. Jennifer Grey embodied all the character traits a teenager can relate to in Dirty Dancing. BUT, as I have to remind myself frequently, that was a character, it's not really her. And, I have not been able to warm up to Jennifer on the show as I could to her time at a family summer camp in upstate New York in the 60's. *sigh* Oh, how I wish real life could imitate the arts sometimes... Anyway, no question, the chick can dance, and if we're going on technique, the mirror ball should sit atop her mantle...


Mr. Massey, however, I can't help but freaking love! He's adorable, he's funny, and he looks like he's having so much fun! I mean, I can actually feel his joy, and the fact that I'm clapping from the couch after he's done, makes me know he deserves to win just as much as the girl with the perfect moves. Personally, I'd like to think that this is how America would fall in love with me during my spin on the DWTS hardwoods, through my weekly improvement and sheer love of the dance, but that's just a dream so far. Kyle, you have my vote all the way...fingers and toes crossed!


And, the girl behind all the talk. Who would have thought a young lady from Alaska trying her hand, well, foot at a dancing on a TV show could cause so much commotion? We all know it's her controversial mother, who I've been pretty vocal at not being a fan of. But, at the end of the day, it's Bristol Palin, not her mother, and she's just following an opportunity that any one of us would jump at if it was handed to us, famous mother or not. Give the girl a break, do not shoot your televisions, and get a grip. It's a dancing TV show, she's having fun (despite her sometimes pained expression) and there's no doubt she's worked hard to earn her spot in the finals. I don't even mind Sarah Palin cheering her on. Every mom wants to support her kid, and I can picture my mother doing the exact same thing. That being said, I sort of don't want her to win...is that mean?

Okay, those are my thoughts. I'm rooting for Kyle, but I think Jennifer will take it and give Bristol a break already. If she does win, I think her mom's Tea Party lovers will have had something to do with it, but then the Massey and Grey lovers didn't vote enough. Find something else to complain about. And DWTS, seriously, I'm anxiously awaiting your call. Season 12??

Day 130: Flowers? For me?

There's got to be a first time for everything, but I never thought tonight would be the first time I'd get flowers from a boy. Not that I minded at all! Talk about the most pleasant of surprises! I honestly said, "Flowers? For me?" as I opened the door to my man friend and his special treat. I mean, at that point, who else would they be for? I was just not expecting it at all, and really, that's the best kind of surprise, which I LOVE! Seriously, I LOVE a good surprise, bring it on!

Surprises aside, I ask again, is this romance? Does this really exist outside of movies and books? And, since I'm seeing it does in fact occur, why am I so surprised it's happening to me? Why don't I deserve someone who likes me, who enjoys my company, who wants to see my eyes light up at unexpected flowers? My sensible side says I do, but there's the unconfident, doubtful side that wonders why? Why me? I think I have to stop THINKING and just enjoy it. Why question what's so good?

Day 129: A special shout out to a special lady :)

Happy Birthday Mom!

Today is the day I send extra love to the most important woman, the most important PERSON in my life. Today I reflect on what she's given up to see me prosper, how she's supported my crazy dreams and more realistic goals, how she's pushed me to try things I was afraid to try, and how she's picked me up when I felt the world knocking me down. All the moments I've freaked out this year as the days to 30 tick down, the times I realized this person is married, or that person got their dream job, or they moved where??, she's been there to reassure me that there is nothing wrong with the direction my life is going and I'm lucky to have gotten where I am. Today is the day I say thank you for keeping me grounded, for teaching me to be a good person, for giving me unconditional love, and for telling me how proud you are when I feel like I've disappointed. You're always there and I'm always grateful. Today is the day I thank the fates for giving me the best mom a girl could ask for and my very best friend. I aspire to one day be the mother you are, and the woman you are now. Love you and happy, happy birthday!

Day 128: Hungover with a smile :)

We smiled. We waved. We wished people a happy holiday. And we did it all hungover. Talk about professionals! Well, I wasn't that hungover, I actually got a little buzzed on some special coffee... And, I didn't even have to be there, I just went cuz I wanted to keep the party going! But, when we true professionals have to rally after a night of playing hard, we suck it up and rally. Nice job ladies. Though, I'm glad we don't have scheduled appearances every time after we go out...my couch and some french fries are way more appealing.

Day 127: Girls night out...local style!

When your friends all need to get up for an early Saturday morning, how do you prepare the night before? By getting loaded, dancing your butt off and going to bed at 4 a.m., of course! And, that's exactly how we planned it, too! (Though, I must say it's getting much harder to bounce back the next morning...) The plan: get dinner, get drinks, do some dancing then (hopefully) wake up in time to roll into a certain scheduled event.
I think we all got a little more jolly than we intended, and let's just say there may have still been some jolly in our system when we woke up the next morning (check out the picture...this was BEFORE we left the restaurant), but we made it, after only one phone call as to where everyone was. One of us was even brave enough to shower and put rollers in her hair. Most impressive. Hey, it's all in where your priorities lie, right? And a night out with all the girls is definitely at the top of the list.

Day 126: 2 hours well spent

Nothing like a day at the hair salon! I love it. I think most women would agree that the couple hours in the chair getting your color touched up, your roots covered, your ends snipped and your style blown out is no waste of time. For anyone with a busy schedule, especially all you moms out there, the 2 hours you get to yourself are priceless. It's all about you and, so long as your hairdresser isn't too chatty, being alone with your thoughts.

And, it's not just the time to relax that's so treasured. I love the progression, from sitting down with my tired, dark roots and split ends to seeing the bounce return and the blonde highlights reappear she blowdries her handiwork. I leave the salon a new woman, revived and ready to take on the world! Of course, in my case, I'm usually headed home to bed, so my ambitions are quelled pretty quickly. But, I'm reminded of my improved do as I hop in the shower the next morning and shampoo. It feels softer, healthier, and it's so easy to do as I blow dry and straighten. It's got new life and for a moment, I feel like I'm a shampoo commercial model with no cares in the world. It's brief, but at least it puts a smile on my face as I head out the door to tackle life's every day issues...with a shiny helmet to shield me. :)

Day 125: Working hard in the newsroom...

Ever wonder how crazy it is in a newsroom? Hehe...this is us hard at work! Relax, this is the end of the day for us. We've all gone balls to the wall since 2:30 a.m. and we're at the end of an 8 hour shift. But, it's getting harder and harder to avoid feeling like this each morning! I can't not give it my all, it's not in my nature not to. Still, many a morning I just want to put my head on the desk and wait for it to pass me by... But, as a responsible adult approaching 30, I make the conscientious decision not to, to keep trying, at least for my own personal satisfaction and in support of my hard-working colleagues.

Day 124: Running = Pain

This is what I've added to my sneakers. Gel heel pads. Yes, I'm old. But, I can't help it! I'm assuming it's the running that has prompted this excruciating pain in my left heel, but I can't take it anymore! I wake up, step out of bed and promptly crumple to the floor. It's been pretty consistent since this summer when I began my attempt at becoming a runner...but lately, since stepping up my game, it's been almost unbearable. I've googled it, I've WebMDed it, basically, there's nothing I can do. It recommends adding these gel pads, which I've now done, but 3 days of using them has not made much of a difference. Am I just lacking good running shoes? Will it get better once I get better sneakers(they're on my Christmas list!)? My mom had heel pain, which was diagnosed as a heel spur, and she was given a cortizone shot. Aside from this giant needle into my heel making me shudder, isn't this just a band-aid on the pain? Is there a cure or am I looking at lifetime of progressive aching? I'm putting off a trip to the doctor until I get better sneakers... For now, I'll suck it up, act the adult, and rely on the gel heel pads. All part of getting old, right?

Day 123: Curb your cravings with Hungry Girl

Check it out my waist watching friends, hungrygirl.com. If you're like me, especially you ladies, you've spent a good chunk of your life counting calories, trying the diet of the week and looking for the latest and greatest in weight loss. And, if you're also like me, you've realized it's no easy road achieving that goal... you can only eat so many carrot sticks and plain chicken breasts and skipping dessert eventually gets REALLY old, not to mention close to impossible. I mean, sometimes you just CRAVE chocolate and will knock down children and the elderly and go out without your makeup to get your hands on some. I must say Hungry Girl is a pretty good solution to our problem. It's got alternates to your fast food favorites, low cal desserts that promise no lack of flavor and tips for staying on track when eating out. Plus, if you're a Weight Watchers fan, it's WW friendly when it comes to listing the points in each item. You can even follow it on Facebook and Twitter and sign up for daily emails that offer recipes and tips. I just followed a tip to check out Jello's mousse cups - 60 calories and delicious! Definitely hits that chocolate craving! I also got my hands on a cookbook (thanks Mom!) so my next venture: Onion Rings made with Fiber One cereal...the picture looks delicious. I only hope I can carry it out. Check it out and let me know what you think! I'll keep you posted on my onion rings...I mean, nothing can take the place of the real deep fried goodness, but if I can have a tasty substitute AND shrink my waistline, I'm on board...

Day 122: Banished to the closet.

How old is too old to have your stuffed animals out for the world to see? I've never been big into stuffed creatures, but I'm definitely a girly girl who enjoys the cutesy and sweet. Therefore, I have my fair share of cartoon dogs, puffy penguins, the occasional bear and I can't forget the Eeyores. What can I say? He was my FAVORITE as a kid and I can't bear to part with them, not to mention every time I see one I have to fight the urge to snatch it up.

BUT, I'm 29. I have by far passed into the age of adulthood. I entertain other adults in my apartment and I feel like the Eeyore lounging on my loveseat is a bit much. And, now there's a boy involved? The first time he came to my apartment I made a last minute mad dash to rid my apartment of all things kiddie cute! Into the closet went the Eeyores, the Winnie-the-Pooh throw blanket, the watermelon angel doll, the purple stuffed teddy bear and pair of stuffed sheep! In my defense, these are all things I've had for years, bits of my childhood and growing up that I've carried with me through my moves.
Am I wrong in keeping these bits of home and comfort around me? And where do you draw the line of "like me for me...eeyores and all" or "seriously Lindsey, grow up. You're too old for cartoons!" While I don't want to change for anyone, I think there's a point where change is good. Sorry Eeyore.

Day 121: I'm trying to get addicted...

I didn't wanna, but I did. That's 4 days of running I got into this week. I can't say I can keep up with "actual" runners, but I got out there when I didn't want to get off the couch and I did it. Call me freaking Forrest Gump. Well...I don't think I'd go quite that far... ;)

Day 120: A Stationary Weekend

I'm driving home from work today, parking my car outside my apartment and not moving it again until Monday morning. I'm pretty sure I've traveled out of town the last 5 weekends and I need a break. Don't get me wrong, I've had a great time on every trip, and I wouldn't change any of them, but I need a re-charge weekend. One where I can leisurely come home, not have to race out the door to get on the road, wake up Saturday and hang out in my pjs, catch up on my DVR, maybe make dinner for a special man friend to dinner... ;) I love a good road trip, but I'm opting for a staycation this weekend. Let the couch potatoing begin!

Day 119: No pjs, I won't put you on yet!

Long day at work. Meeting afterwards that seemed to last FOR-EVER. I didn't get home until almost 2. My pyjamas seemed to be taunting me as took off my work clothes and reached for my workout sweats...actually tugging me in the direction to where they're lying on the bed. But no, I turned my back, finished lacing up my sneakers and headed out the door. I feel great now, but why is it so hard to work up the energy? I have to get to the point where I look forward to and love working out as much as I love watching Dancing With the Stars! I'm just going to keep pushing myself until it's a part of my daily routine, like brushing my teeth. I WILL love to work out. I WILL!!

Day 118: Lunchin' with the Ladies!

It's hump day and what better way to get over the hump than with gossip, nachos and margharitas? That's exactly what we did. Well, the 2 of us who were done with work today splurged on the margharitas... But, we had plenty of gossip and Mexican treats to snack on while we aired out all our latest news! And walking away, it almost feels like I've unloaded a stress or burden in my life. Why does it feel so good to chit chat? To take some time to talk about what's going on in my life, to hear what's going on in theirs and to give and get opinions on it all? Whatever it is, I like it. I'm so fortunate to have such down to earth, warm and just plain fun girlfriends. It helps that we all work together and can relate to each other's complaints and problems, but even if we didn't, we'd still have just as good a time. So, when's the next ladies lunch?

Day 117: I can't help it, I'm sooo ready for Christmas!

I'm in the store today, strolling through the aisle and I realize I'm humming along to the overhead music. Then, I realize it's "Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree." And, it's November 9th. Yikes! Almost three weeks from Thanksgiving and already the holiday tunes are out! I stopped at the mall later, and sure enough not only the music was on, but the elaborate displays of trees, snowflakes and fake snow are boldly standing among the stores. Not going to lie though...I'll complain about it with everyone else, that it's much too early, that commercialism is trying to skip Thanksgiving...but, I freaking love it. As soon as I hear the first few bars of "All I Want for Christmas is You" I get a little thrill that starts in my toes and wiggles its way up to my nose. And, for me, it's the sooner the better! I'm actually talking myself out of already pulling out my own decorations. I WILL wait for Thanksgiving weekend...or at least the week before. That way, it's waiting for me when I get back from Rochester. I don't know what it is, there's just a feeling that comes with Christmas that I love, it wraps itself around you and everything looks a little cheerier, a little shinier, a little more hopeful. I would love to extend this for the entire year, but if we made Christmas everyday, it would lose that certain something that makes it special. So, I'll be content to embrace it once a year, but I have no problem starting it a little earlier than December 1st. :)

Day 116: No turning back now!

I've gone and signed up for a 5K. In a month. What the hell is wrong with me? I've slacked a bit on my running the last few weeks, especially last week as I gave my blisters a chance to heal...and now I've gone and set a goal that's only 4 weeks away! Right now, I can run about a mile and a half before I want to die...we're talking 3 miles! So, here I go, leaping onto the "get your ass moving" plan, which consists of running at least 4-5 days a week, not to mention a stricter diet. Can't put it off any longer, I have committed to this race and I'm not backing out. And, because I don't want to look like an idiot, I'm about to test my own will power and really push myself. Here I come, Jingle Bell Run, let's hope I don't fall on my face...or pass out...or have a heart attack.

Day 115: Getting acquainted...

So, I love hanging with my girlfriends. And, I'm really getting used to spending time with the boy... But, how do you collide both worlds? How do you make spend time with each, without eventually overlapping? You introduce them to each other and hope for the best. Turns out I had nothing to worry about. Sarah and Christina really liked him, a feeling I'm pretty sure was mutual, and we had a really good time. A few drinks, a few laughs, a few bathroom breaks where I'm sure they grilled the poor guy.. :) All in all, a successful new venture for me. So, who does he meet next? Who do I meet next? How does this really work? Here come a whole new set of worries...

Day 114: Why is it always an ordeal?

Why is it things you look forward to for so long are over in a blink of the eye? I've been counting down the days since August to seeing Joel McHale's standup and spending some time with my brother Cory. And before you know it, it's over and I'm in the car headed back home! Of course, the crazy process of getting there didn't help matters, I was never able to relax and enjoy my trip because I was in a rush the whole time!

I was late getting home from work Friday, so I scrapped any kind of nap and flew into the shower. I raced out the door, only about 25 minutes behind schedule at this point (which I had waaay overestimated to make room for traffic). I figure I have enough time to swing by the pharmacy to pick up my prescription and also get some cash for the expected tolls and subway rides. Big mistake. I run into CVS and wait at the pharmacy counter for the pharmacist to finish with the customer at the drive-thru. He takes 10 minutes, yes 10 MINUTES, to explain to the woman that her insurance won't accept her prescription because not enough time has elapsed since her last refill. Then, right when I think he's headed my way, he picks up the phone. At this point, another pharmacy worker shows up, BUT can't find my prescription! She finally finds it on the counter, but says I have to wait for the pharmacist because she's not sure why he put it aside. The pharmacist has at this point moved on to another customer, so when he finally gets to me, he says he had a question about the dosage and hasn't been in touch with my doctor yet. Ummm, this is a prescription I've had REFILLED here several times...why the questions now?? UUGGGHHH!!!!! Finally, FINALLY, I get out of there, jump in the car and hit the road...only to get stuck in some kind of accident! REALLY? Are the fates trying to tell me something? Do they NOT want me to see Joel?

Anyway, I make up some serious time on the turnpikes but alas, smack into traffic upon my arrival at the Lincoln Tunnel. THAT takes an hour, after which I proceed to tackle the streets of NYC, snag my brother and we head uptown to drop my car off. It's 5:45 p.m. and the show starts at 7. We're making progress, we're mere blocks away from parking, and suddenly we get directed to the left and I can't stop it from happening. What else could we doing but going over the bridge to Queens?? At this point, a stream of F-words come out of my brother's mouth, and my stomach has dropped to my feet. It's now 6:10 and we have to make a judgement call: try to drive back over the bridge, park and cab it to Carnegie? Or park in Queens and take the subway? We parked, we subwayed and we made it with 10 minutes to spare. What can I say, I bring the adventure! And, Joel, you were worth every hand shaking, nerve wracking, brother-swearing minute. :)

Day 113: Here I come Joel!

I see him every Friday night on E! Tonight, I'll see him LIVE, in person at Carnegie Hall. Joel McHale, one of the funniest men around right now...at least on his show, The Soup. I make a most valiant attempt every Friday night to keep my eyes open long enough to catch the late night hilarity (don't worry, it's set to DVR should I not make it...). Now I get to see if he can make me laugh about things other than his commentary on the celebrity world. I really don't doubt he will one bit. However, considering I desperately want to marry him now, I am worried seeing him in the flesh will make me want to start stalking him...


Side benefit: I get to see my little brother! (Just kidding, Cor, it's the main benefit!) I just realized I haven't seen him since May!! When I calculate the time that's passed it hits me how much I miss the pain in my butt. I'm lucky enough to have one of those brothers I can consider a best friend, and seeing him two or three times a year is just not enough! Here's to a whirlwind 24 hours of hilariousness, of the comedian and sibling variety!

Day 112: Stir crazy!

I never thought I'd say it, but I'm dying to get out and get some exercise! My blister-laden feet are still keeping me idle and it's starting to drive me crazy. Normally I can power through the blister pain (I'm a woman who has worn heels before, we've all been there), but these were some doozies and they were all over my poor footsies so I've been trying to let them heal, before subjecting them to pavement pounding. But, I'm on my 4th day of chill-axing all afternoon after work and I'm getting itchy! The weather's been fairly nice and it's well known how much I love a good chill in the air and I'm enjoying it all from my couch. I have actually watched everything in my DVR! I busted out some yoga today, to feel work out some of the stir-craziness, but that sh*t is crazy! One, it takes way more strength to hold these poses than I'd ever thought, and two, you want me to bend like how?? I know I'm going to pay for this later...

So, to keep my hands busy I launched into a cooking and cleaning frenzy. Currently I have pots simmering on the stove, veggies out to be cut up, the vaccuum plugged in, the furniture cleaner out and I've just scrubbed the shower. Don't worry, I'm washing my hands between the cleaning and cooking... At least this stir craziness has left me with a clean apartment and a full fridge!

Day 110: Ugh. Election Day.

It's here every year, and it's one of the biggest, if not THE biggest days/nights in news. Yet, it makes me cringe. Election day. It doesn't matter if it's a year for a presidential election or a year for local town board seats, it's a pain in my butt. It always means mass confusion, paranoia, stress, exhaustion and don't forget the pizza in the breakroom...which you likely won't have time to grab. I try not to stress out about it, but it's inevitable. I can feel my skin prickle and my anxiety bubble up as I start to map out how the show will flow. This year, at least, I'm really only doing the follow up show, which trust me, can be crazy enough with all the results and reaction sound... But, at least I'm not responsible for tonight's show, with liveshots galore and about 50 percent positivity that they'll actually work. It's really just a crap shoot, and my preference to plan things to a tee does not come in handy when you're forced to make decisions on the fly. Don't get me wrong, it can be fun in the moment, but that doesn't always outweigh the anxiety leading up to it!

Day 109: When in doubt, go to bed...

I'm exhausted. Tough day at work. I don't have the noodles to make the pasta I had planned. My friend didn't answer the phone. And, I just don't plain feel like cleaning the bathroom. So when in doubt, put on the pjs and hit the pillow. That's what I'm doing. I need to catch up the z's anyway, and keeping my eyelids open is proving difficult, so why fight it? Maybe this is my body's way of telling me I need to recharge. So, I'm off to bed at 2 in the afternoon, with the opportunity to technically sleep the next 10 hours. It's been awhile since I got that much sleep, let's see if I can pull it off...