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A few thoughts and updates

2012-01-15T18:51:00.002-05:00

1/15/2012:

I started this post on 11/18/2011. That's how busy / lazy / consumed I have been. So before I ring in the New Year with a new(er) post, I feel it only fitting to at least finish what I started in the "old" year....

11/18/2011:
I haven't blogged in oh so long. I just don't feel like it. I'm so busy that when I do have a moment, I want to:
A) Veg out in front of the TV
B) Sleep all day in my welcoming and cozy bed
OR
C) Clean and catch up on all the things I purposefully ignore and put off when doing A and B!

Updates should include...

Tom and I celebrated 2yrs of dating on November 13th! Tom made an amazing Korean dinner for us that I really enjoyed. One of the things Tom would love to change my mind about is my less than enthusiastic approach to Korean food. It's special to him, since he spent two years living in Korea, and he wishes he could share more of the culinary delights with me. I may not be a huge fan in general, but the dish he made was YUM!

Then we dropped by Serendipity for dessert to rekindle memories of our super awesome (and unintentionally romantic) first date. Sitting there with 2yrs of history (and growing) felt really special.

This year had a few more challenges than last year, so it felt really good to celebrate another 365 days together. I'm proud of us! We had some harder parts compared to our first year of non-stop adventures and fun, and we definitely went through that "getting to know you under all that fabulous-ness" on both our parts. Sometimes it ain't pretty! I'm thankful to have such a committed partner to sit next during the ups and downs and twists and turns of the relationship ride.

I hope the ride continues so that maybe we'll end up needing these:

Hello awesome!

For Halloween we channeled our potential Mr and Mrs with costumes I have always wanted to be!

That's right. We rocked our stylish inner-potato heads in an outer way. So. Much. FUN!

Last but not least... Work has been all-consuming and I have sort of begun to lose sight of myself and my passion for what I do. Plus there's school (except I do continue to enjoy that quite a bit and have been enthralled in my course this semester and SO THANKFUL I'm only taking one and it's one that I can really enjoy and want to be at after a long day of work). Things have just been rough lately and I'm not really sure what to do about it... But I wanted to shed a little light on why I haven't been blogging (or reading blogs), socializing, or being much of myself lately. Changes must be made, I know. Until then, thanks for hanging around while I figure it out and sending messages, texts, notes, etc. to make sure I don't slack off completely at keeping in touch! Be back to myself soon I hope! XOXO

I'm hardly into sports BUT...

2011-10-04T14:11:00.000-04:00

This weekend Tom and a couple friends and I went to see Moneyball and it totally lived up to the hype for us. I don't know much about baseball except that I love sitting in the bleachers eating junk food, singing along to the megatron, and yelling random things about getting on bases, hitting home runs, foul balls, or strikes.

Being from Northern California I was proud to already be familiar with the Oakland A's team at least, even though the San Francisco Giants are where my loyalties, when I have them, lie (aside from the Yankees, of course). I was sucked right in to the under dog story and fascinated about how much I didn't know about the "behind the scenes" part of baseball. Turns out the A's played a defining role in changing the game. It made me laugh and sympathize and see that there's politics and monetary influence in everything, even games.

It probably also helped that I'm reading this fascinating biography. Focused around another sport of which I know nothing about, but have thoroughly enjoyed reading up on as well as learning about Agassi's life and perspective. It's fascinating!

If you haven't seen Moneyball, I highly recommend it for a date night or family night out (with older kids).

P.S. Did you hear that Paranormal 3 is coming??!! I can't wait. The first two were great, the second one was actually better I thought. I watched the new trailer in broad daylight on my laptop and still had to cover my eyes. Eek!

A borrowed piece of solace

2011-09-28T15:48:00.001-04:00

My adorable and sweet friend Rachel recently posted this photo during one of her routine walks through Central Park. It was taken from her iPhone without any filters or adjustments.

Just a straight shot of beauty.

I was immediately smitten.

So much so that I made it my phone's screen saver.

I've been having a bit of a hard time lately and my emotional cup is filled to the brim with thoughts and feelings and worries and wonders.

Yet every time I turn my phone on I immediately feel a soothing sense of calm come over me, just for a split second, as I gaze at this sunrise over the City that holds my heart. Even if it's an uneasy heart, I can always count on New York for a good-ol-fashioned "chin up kid, you got me!"

Then I unlock my phone and get back to my busy business, but I love having this little slice of serenity to enjoy.

Thanks Rachel, for snapping this shot and giving me many subliminal breaks from my troubles and cares throughout the day.

Turning 27: Sparkles and Masks Included

2011-09-20T15:05:00.001-04:00

A couple Wednesdays ago I turned twenty seven. Eeps! According to this I am now in my late twenties, but here it says your mid-twenties lasts much longer. So I guess depending on the day and how aged I feel I get to choose.

I received so many happy wishes, cards, notes, and calls. It was really nice--thank you!

I celebrated a day early at work, and my boss gave me the most glittery shoes you've ever seen (Gizelle Glitter Platforms) in addition to a beautiful fall sequin cardigan that I've been wearing almost daily. My little weekday munchkin sang a beautifuly toddler voiced Happy Birthday and we shared some delicious purple cake. In addition to being real fun and snazzy, the shoes are actually quite comfy, though I have yet to figure out when / where / with what to wear them... They remind of what Dorothy would've worn had she landed on top of a witch in NYC instead of in Munchkinland. There's no place like New York!

The day of my birthday was calm and quiet. I didn't have to work so I was able to sleep in, make lunch plans with a long time high school friend in town from Montreal, and then (highlight of my day!!) go see "my boys" Jasper and Hayden after their first day back to school. I hadn't seen them in about a month and a half and I was missing them TERRIBLY, so my gift to myself was a two hour visit and wrestle sesh. I loved every moment. I swear they grow even faster when I'm not around every day. Jasper is now 7 1/2 and in 2nd grade and Hayden just started pre-K (he's 4 1/2). At their school they don't have grades, so technically they're in the VIIs and IVs groups and both of them go from 9am-3pm (hence my departure--school stole my job!).

I scored some awesome first-day-of-school drawings from Jasper (remember when the hardest thing you did on the first day of school was draw? Ah, the good ol days) and almost beat Hayden in a Pokemon fight, except my guy's arm fell off and I got destroyed. Hate it when that happens!

After my drop-in play date I met up with Tom and he took me to a unique and audience-interactive show called "Sleep No More" at the McKittrick Hotel. I had been wanting to go for a long time and was so eager to see for myself what all the hype and intrigue was about. It was definitely unlike anything I've ever seen or experienced show wise. It was fascinating, exhausting, confusing, entertaining, remarkable, and powerful. The set was breathtaking. Six floors of rooms upon rooms of detailed design and awesomeness. I can't even describe it. The entire audience wears masks, and there is no talking allowed. Comfy shoes are a must too as there are lots of stairs and you're on your feet the whole time (but you can leave or go sit at the bar on the 2nd floor anytime you want). The actors interact with each other, and sometimes audience members (they even take select ones into hidden places and rooms!), but you only see what's going on if you can catch them / follow them as they rush up and down and in and out of the numerous rooms and floors of the hotel. It's kind of like a Haunted House for adults. You're fairly confused and freaked out but you can't pull yourself away because you have to know what's going on!

For the first hour and half or so I was just smitten by exploring every room, which is also interactive and allows you to open things, read things, knock on things, and discover the world that has been created for the audience. Then Tom and I decided to follow (meaning run and chase) the actors and try to figure out what the show and storyline was. Following them lead to some pretty crazy scenes, and also even further confusion, though still really cool. We still have no clue what was going on, though we do know it was in some way connected to Macbeth.... we were able to piece some things together and we still thought it was AMAZING both to experience as a show and to see from an artistic perspective. It was like a gallery and a show in one. I know I'm not doing a very good job of explaining, but it's not something you can explains, you just have to go! It's running through the end of September I think, so if you're in NY try to find a show that's not sold out, and GO!

After that we ate at a yummy nearby restaurant called The Red Cat, which I would also highly recommend. The tempura green beans especially!

It was a good birthday and I hope the next year follows suit!

YUM: Picnic in the Park

2011-09-12T12:05:00.002-04:00

Happy Monday!

Did you have a good weekend? I'd love to hear.

Tom took me on a surprise picnic in Central Park!

He ordered a basket of Italian goodness from this popular and oh-so-yum Upper West Side Italian eatery. Along the way I spotted my biggest and most often bought weakness and we picked up some of that as well. Melting factor meant dessert before (and with) lunch. Score!

We found a semi-private plot of grass just inside the famous W. 72nd Street entrance to Central Park . We noshed on pesto pasta, cheese, olives, prosciutto, artichoke hearts, panni's, apples and water. Even the table cloth (which we sat on) was included. It was perfect. I wish I had taken photos of the food, but we ate it all up before I even thought about it. It was SO GOOD!

We did remember to take a few post-picnic shots as we lounged and digested.

Tom's eyes were super sun sensitive initially.

So we decided to get super snuggly and smoosh right up next to each other.

Which was better on all accounts. ;)

After lunch we met up with our friends Kate & Alex for an afternoon movie date. We saw this, after which I immediately sanitized my hands and have been washing them more than ever before! I was definitely a little freaked...and I'm hardly a germ-o-phobe.

I love Fall. It's my favorite season, though far too short. September is my all time favorite month (even though my fave holiday falls in October, I'm a full blown September-lover) and I can't think of a better way to spend a crisp and cool Saturday afternoon than a picnic in Central Park with a hot date and some scrumptious eats!

There is Love to be Had

2011-09-06T14:20:00.001-04:00

{seen on Bippity}

I might need to read and / or chant this to myself on a daily basis and remember just how much LOVE there is to be had...and that I have it! Because sometimes I like to get caught up in the worry, the complaint, and the imperfections of love too. And that's just lame. I'm a very lucky girl, and my guy is perfect for me.

Like!

2011-09-05T09:00:00.000-04:00

Happy Labor Day! I've been "laboring" over my new Nanny Your Business blog this weekend, and it now has it's very own Facebook page! It's all coming together more and more each day and I'm so appreciative of all the positive feedback and constructive criticisms. It's so helpful and confidence boosting, thank you!

Please "Like" the page and enjoy the posts!

Escape from Hurricane Irene

2011-09-01T21:04:00.001-04:00

As you might have heard, last week / weekend New York was going all kinds of crazy in the weather department. First we had an Earthquake and then a Hurricane (eventually turned Tropical Storm) attacked!

I felt the 5.8 magnitude Earthquake (my first, despite being from Northern CA) which was scary and kinda cool all at once. Cool in the sense that nobody was hurt and it made for a great story of the day. Scary in the sense that the building I was in shook immensely and the 6 windows surround me showing construction works clinging to their scaffolding for dear life and people running out of buildings as fast as possible, which made me realize something serious had happened (it was so random and weird I thought it had been in my head at first).
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Nanny Your Business

2011-08-17T23:00:00.002-04:00

Here goes another writing whim! Remember when I wanted to start a nanny blog? Well, Nanny Your Business (...But I'm Telling You Anyway) is officially up and blogging! A few starter posts are hot off the keyboard and, though the overall aesthetic is still a work in progress, it's good to go and I'm excited about it!

Here's a snippet from my first post about what it's all about:

Being a nanny is my business. If you need one, have one, or just want to pick the brain of one, then this blog is your business. This blog is dedicated to sharing my years of knowledge and experience in the childcare profession with Moms, Dads, Grandparents, Caregivers, Mentors, Aunts, Uncles, and anyone considering or preparing to have a family without a clue as to what to expect or do once it happens and while it inevitably rolls forward with or without them! I am often asked for the how to's, when's, and why's of child rearing, and this is my long-winded and hopefully entertaining-while-informative, answer: it's Nanny Your Business!

A HUGE thanks to Col for being my creative muse at the last minute, and his wife Aubrey for always being supportive of me in facets far beyond the blog world, but ever so inclusive of it. And of course, all you awesome awesome friends and readers (!!!!!!) and my dearly believing boyfriend THANK YOU. Thank you for asking and encouraging me to start a blog or write a book (dream big!) about my experience and knowledge in child care, and for voting on secret titles and catch phrases when I couldn't make up my mind. Surprise! I went with one that wasn't even an idea until literally five minutes before publishing, for those of you thinking "Where'd that title come from?!". It came from blogger fate and I hope you like it.

My wish for readers, whoever they may be, is that my posts in some way help, teach, inspire, or simply entertain! Let us all raise our exclamation marks to new beginnings... CHEERS NEW BLOG!!!!!

Creative Crush

2011-08-12T08:48:00.002-04:00

I have a creative crush on the paper cup designer Boey. Have you heard about him?
More importantly, have you seen these cups?!

Talent + Sharpies + Paper Cups = Way more conversation at the party table!
(Except I doubt you'd want to drink out of something that cost you anywhere from $380-$1500, so maybe just use them as centerpieces.)

Sold HERE

Replant By: Tyler Knott

2011-08-11T08:00:00.001-04:00

I hope Tyler Knott doesn't mind me re-posting his beautiful words and artistic creations sometimes. They're just so touching and on point. What I want to know is, who's the lucky lady dating this guy and is he cheesy or romantic as a significant other? What do you think?

REPLANT
There is something
we all forget
that only time
and the perfect
magnification
of hindsight
can replant in our
memories:
We are all
so much
stronger than
the things
we have
endured.
We must never
give
up.

-Tyler Knott Gregson-

And a Daily Haiku for luck:

“I am here for you
whether or not you believe
you need me at all.”

- Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson

3 Dates in 1 Day

2011-08-08T11:52:00.002-04:00

On Saturday Tom and I had a cultured whirlwind of back to back dates (okay there might have been a nap in between dates one and two).

Our first date kicked off bright and early at 8:30am as we jumped out of a cab and into a twisting line along 5th Ave and towards Central park. We were behind about 300 other people eagerly waiting to see this (at the Metroplitan Museum):

Directly in front of us in line was a woman with her 3 year old son, which we couldn't believe and were sure would be a disaster, BUT amazingly he didn't scream, cry or whine for the entire 2hrs as we inched our way inside. He was the quietest, calmest little boy (or toddler for that matter) I've ever seen. No stroller, no games, no ipad, just a couple bottles and snacks and his Moms arms / shoulders when he got tired. Once inside, the next half of the wait was 2 1/2hrs and we weren't behind them for that part. I still wonder if the Mom gave up and left or if they both stuck it out...?

This weekend was the last weekend to see the exhibit and I had to see it no matter how long the wait. I guess that's the risk you take when you procrastinate, the no-matter-what risk. It wasn't so bad though. 2hrs outside, 2 1/2 inside and WORTH. EVERY. MINUTE. I guess when you've waited longer for things like SNL or Shakespear in the Park, this felt a bit like a lunch break.

I have never seen a more visually stunning, inspiring, or detailed show case not only of fashion but of art. We spent about an hour / hour and a half walking through and looking at each piece, be it clothing, headpieces, accessories, or video installations of previous runway shows (which in themselves were art on a cat walk). INCREDIBLE. This hologram was one of my favorite installations. Like a dream. And here are a few of my favorite pieces (thank you internet, as we were not allowed to take photos).

I am so glad I got to participate! I even bought the Savage Beauty Art Book (complete with forewords, every piece of clothing in the exhibit and more, and quotes from McQueen on almost every page regarding his work). It is my first Art Book / exhibition book and I'm feeling very grown up and swanky about having it on my coffee table. It was a must. Even Tom enjoyed going and said he learned a lot about the real meaning of "fashion" as art and personal choice not as popularity and way to show off how much money you make. It's personal expression, and McQueen captured this perfectly.

EXHIBIT LINE BONUS: I met a girl about 3hrs into our wait who is from Turkey, here to study English, and after chatting for an hour it came out that she was looking for a room to rent, and our apartment just so happened to be in need of a new renter! Roommate for September: Check. (Super sad to be loosing Alicia, but happy for her and her boyfriend and their new apartment! That seems to be the trend around here...leaving for love...maybe I'll be next?!)

Our Second Date came at a more date-able time at 8pm that evening when we groupied ourselves to the Beacon Theatre to watch the Top 8 contestants from this season's new show The Voice perform Live. Remember how I became obsessed with this show a few months ago (and even predicted the winner!)? Well, as if watching it wasn't exciting enough, my awesome friend Rachel emailed me to let me know they were doing a show here and we got tickets before you say do-ray-mi. The show was so much fun. It has been far too long since I've been to a concert AND even though we were waaaayyyyy up in the balcony, we got bumped up to the Orchestra for free! Although it did smell rancidly like dog-poop-steam-roller-breath on my side of the isle that couldn't even keep me from having a good time (and I did move to the other side of Tom about half way through when I couldn't take it any more). Thank you Rachel for letting us know about this!

Last but not least, directly after the concert we decide to really be night owls and raced downtown to catch a late showing of Captain America. It was ok. Not nearly as good as the other flicks but probably not nearly as bad at Green Lantern (which we didn't see because I got bored just from the preview--was I mislead?). We stumbled home around 1:30am and would highly recommend a triple date day if you haven't tried it before.

Meet Maverick

2011-07-26T11:12:00.006-04:00

I have a new nephew-by-bestie!

Introducing Maverick Theodore:

(Click to enlarge, I sent these to myself from my phone and this is as big as I could get)

Born 7/20/2011 at 7lbs 3oz of deliciousness, he is the proud little brother of Xander (who turned THREE this month--what?!).

Mav and I spent some quality squish time together when he got home and, needless to say, I'm so in love with him I can't get his sweet little face out of my mind!

Happy

2011-07-24T23:50:00.001-04:00

{via Bippity, I think...}

The day I met Oprah!

2011-07-06T22:21:00.013-04:00

Once upon a July 6, 2011...

I was traveling for work. I recently accepted a new(er) job about three weeks ago and as such I was enlisted to accompany my employers on a trip to Malibu for five days (holiday vacation) and then Sun Valley, ID for another five days (media work conference for Mr. Boss).

Malibu was stunning and the accommodations were beyond anything I've ever seen the likes of. The only downside to traveling with them has been sharing a room with a 2 1/2 year old (something I've never done personally or professionally in the past) who wakes up screaming 3-4 times a night wanting her pacifier personally handed to her. Yes, the one that is right next to her face, or the second one a hands reach away, or the third one between her legs. That got nixed real quick and even though she still wakes up (and yes, that means I do too), I play "dead" (though I'm very much startled wide awake) and she now finds it herself. That's the only downside. The rest is all upsides and I am really loving the family and kid(dos).

From Malibu we flew to Sun Valley, ID. and that is where my life changed in ten quick minutes.

People like Bill Gates, Mark Zucherburg, and Selma Hyak along with media gurus from Groupon, Yahoo, Google, etc. all gather here once a year by invitation to discuss positive ways to change the world using their business and business skills. I don't know all the details but one detail I caught real quick was that OPRAH WAS HERE. She was listed as one of the speakers and I just couldn't believe it! Since I don't attend any of the conferences (unless they involve finger painting or glue) I thought maybe I'd get to pass her on one of the many paths through this mountain resort we're at. Maybe, but probably not.

During day one, we all met up for lunch (myself, Mr & Mrs Boss, Little One, Baby Two, and Baby Nurse). Baby Nurse was wandering aimlessly on the paths trying to find the Duck Pond lunch spot so I went to rescue her and as I turned the corner I cut off Oprah, AND Gail, AND Steadman! I couldn't believe it. It took every ounce of my being not to just hug Big O herself. But I maintained my composure, reminded myself I was a professional, and kept walking (likely staggered) straight ahead. I texted Tom immediately and just that single quick sighting made all the sleep deprivation worth it. Little did I know I'd get much more!

Once Baby Nurse and I returned to the lunch spot, it was getting pretty packed. So Mr & Mrs took Little and Baby for awhile and off went Baby Nurse and I to the lunch area across the pond. No sooner had we filled our plates with deliciousness do we see Oprah, Gail and Steadman sitting two tables away from us! We quietly chew and gawk (Oprah's back was to us) and watch as people approach her table and exchange a few hellos and kind words. The entire time I'm thinking "If I don't say something I'll never forgive myself for missing such a huge opportunity" and so, as I cleared my plate, I timidly walked past her table and made eye contact.

No sooner had I caught her eye did she say "Hi Sarah". Just like that! I'm pretty sure I peed a little and thought she was God until I realized she had read the mandatory name tag on my shirt. Still, she said my name! I squeaked what I hope was a hello and as she extended her hand I shook it and said "I just wanted to say Thank You." "For what?" she kindly asked. "For your amazing show, and everything you did to change and inspire the world" I replied. I was literally shaking inside and could barely catch my breath. I never get "star struck", and trust me I've not only seen plenty of "stars" but in the past two weeks I've had personal play dates with them too, but it was OPRAH for gosh sakes! Strike me wide mouthed!

I told her I had just watched her powerful interview with Dave Pelzer as part of my research for a paper I was writing on child abuse, and told her how helpful her interview had been in learning more of the "after" part of his life / success. (David Pelzer is the author of "A Child Called 'It'"--read at your own risk unless you are forced by your professor like I was--it is a horribly true child abuse memoir). That was when she really surprised me. She took off her sunglasses, turned completely towards me, and for ten minutes she discussed with me other helpful interviews I could use, statistics she knew on abuse, what would be most beneficial in my paper (making sure victims know they are at NO fault nor did the deserve their abuse), and how she felt during the interviews she did, particularly two years ago with five child molesters. During this she stroked my arm, gave my hand a squeeze, and even side hugged me and wished me luck when we were done. Gail and Steadman also piped in and spoke with me and the Baby Nurse too. It was INCREDIBLE.

I felt like I was speaking to the mother of the world. She looked me in the eye, spoke to me as if she knew and cared about me, my essay, my education and our conversation. She wasn't dismissive or abrupt, didn't act like we were bothering her, and was just so warm and loving. When I walked away I didn't stop shaking for hours. Something special, something one of a kind and totally unexpected, SOMEONE had just looked into my soul and encouraged me to keep going and make a difference, even if it was just through an informative Child Psych essay.

It was such a powerful experience to be in her presence, let alone to get to speak with her. When I was little I used to imagine myself being published and featured in her book club and interviewed on her show. While that didn't become a reality (and now my sights are set on Ellen!), the unexpected meet and greet we had, in a little Idaho town where I would least expect to encounter such an icon, out did my fantasy by a land slide and is something I'll cherish always!

And then the trip continued (with many other sightings and shoulder brushes), happily ever after.

Name-storming

2011-06-26T16:50:00.028-04:00

Announcements! Announcements! Annooooouuuunnnnncements!

I've decided to start a nanny blog. Yipee!

Time to modernize my inner Mary Poppins (and base her out of NYC while I'm at it). I'm pretty sure M.P. would've totally had a kick-A blog and a laptop with free Wi-Fi hidden in that carpet bag of hers (clouds, shmouds).

Speaking of nanny blogs, check out one of my faves called I Saw Your Nanny reporting inappropriate nanny care sightings.

Nanny Tip #1: (for any job, not just child care) ALWAYS assume you're being watched or surveyed, and perform your job the way you would if the parents or your boss were standing right next to you. Hopefully that means with confidence, integrity, and the talent that got you hired in the first place. Not because you're afraid of getting "caught" doing otherwise, but because you really are that awesome and don't know how to do it any other way.

During my 14 years of child care experience, the past 8 focusing solely on my Full-Time nanny career and my ultimate goal of launching my own Daycare or Preschool, I have had countless requests for tips and advice from parents and fellow caregivers. And so, I've decided to launch my own kid focused forum for just that! I'd like to give all you parents (current or future), nannies, babysitters, and caregivers a place to question and discuss with me the incredible journey that is child rearing.

I'll be featuring career tips, tricks, advice (potty training, time outs, discipline techniques, sibling rivalry, sleep training, etc.), personal experiences (a bit of my own "Nanny Diary" tales), useful items, adventures, stories, frustrating / proud moments, know-it-all misgivings, on the money predictions, Q&A's (how much should I pay / be paid?), job complaints, insider gossip, bragging rights, and more. You name it I want to talk about it! But, before you name it, would you like to help name the blog?

I would love some suggestions to intermingle with the numerous ones I've been bouncing around and, should I choose yours, I promise to give due credit! I'm planning to launch it in the next two weeks (depending on how busy I am with work travel and school) and I would ideally like to update at least every week to start. Hopefully I can more regularly update both blogs. I'm sure gonna try!

Baby loving being the great joy of my life that it is, though, this Sarahnaded blog isn't going anywhere (I do have other passions and dreams you know!) and will remain focused on my personal life, family / friends, hobbies, rants and raves, On Topic ponderings (that haven't been pondered in a long time and maybe I'm sort of failing at that venture... oops!), silly videos and Wishlist items. So for those of you that could care less about children or childcare or how many boogers and stickers I find stuck to me on a daily basis... you can still come here for the grown up stuff. Although I can't promise to act like a grown up at all times or on all blogs, on this one I'll try extra hard! ;)

Let the names begin!

Wishlist: My new favorite children's book

2011-06-18T23:45:00.009-04:00

Both personally and professionally, I really really need to add this book to my children's collection.

I already wanted it before it officially went on sale (which now it is, hooray!), but this narration by Samuel L. Jackson definitely sealed the deal.

(WARNING: Language. In case you couldn't tell from the title.)

Don't be surprised if, instead of cute / silly onsies, mini jellies, or baby blankets, this is what I send as a congratulatory gift next time one of you loved ones of mine has a baby. ;)

It's like an illustrated parental (or evening caregiver) memoir! Genius.

P.S. For a more appropriate book that's entertaining and appropriate for all, and very helpful with potty training, I recommend this.

We interupt this lack in blogging...

2011-06-16T22:28:00.012-04:00

...to bring you some of my favorite reality show videos as of late, since I'm still trying to catch up on my own reality episodes to share with you. Yes I know I'm kind of a reality junky, but only when it comes to the ones with substance at least! I don't watch the gossipy ones like Housewives or Jersey Shore, but I'm a sure fire sucker for talent, y'all!

As you know, I'm loving The Voice. Especially how it doesn't take two nights and four hours to move the show forward, it only takes one. Each team is smoothly dropping from 8, to 4, and now to 2 each as America saves one person and a coach / judge saves another. I dig it. This week I voted for the first time in my whole life. I called 10 times in succession for this most recent performance by Javier Colon, cause you know I've loved him from day one! I also want to vote for this rocker, Beverly McClellan. Awesome singer. If it's down to these two in the end, ...I don't know what I'll do!

But what I really want to talk to you about is America's Got Talent. Have you been watching this season?! I never get bored with this one. How could you not fall in love with 10 year old Jackie Evancho last season? I was also very smitten by Prince Poppycock (aka male Lady Gaga). I still check Broadway listings to see if he's landed a glam role yet. Love him!

Here are some of my fave auditions for this season.

The silly, the smart, and the just plain cute and wonderful.

1. Who doesn't like human midget puppets dancing to Ice, Ice Baby?! Honestly, I couldn't move around like this inside so much stuffing.

2. I've never seen this before. My inner nerd was in awe, and kind of turned on.

3. These might be my favorite auditions. Effective immediately, my nephew Xander needs to start rapping more. Especially since he no longer needs subtitles to be understood. Boo-yah! He also needs to get his buds together and coreograph some dance moves. These talented little guys reminded me so much of him!

In With The New

2011-05-25T00:06:00.005-04:00

Six weeks ago....
I gave notice to quit my much beloved job.
It was a tough, but right decision.
My last day with J & H is this Friday.
Too soon.
It feels like a mixed bag of suck-wonderful. Very bittersweet.
There are all kinds of things I'll miss.
And some I won't so much...
Career wise my new position is an excellent move and step forward for me.
I feel very proud of myself.
Emotionally it is very, very sad.
I will miss these faces in my daily line of vision SUPER-MEGA-A-LOT.
On the one hand I'm ready for a change.
On the other, I would've like to have stayed another couple years.
The only down side to my line of work is, they grow up so fast!
I have mostly succeeded at avoiding the new job topic altogether. Except at work of course where I've had the past month to talk about it with fellow nannies, moms, teachers, and the boys in preparation for the "Goodbye Day".
We even made a calendar.
The pasted picture on 5/27 of kids hugging and hands waving goodbye has been taunting me...
This week has felt very emotionally charged, but I try not to get too caught up in it.
It's not goodbye, but it's still a farewell.
Which means we still all make sad faces and pout about it when it comes up.
Of course I'll be around, and I'll always be part of their lives. Just in a different way now.
We can call, email, skype, etc.
There will be birthday parties (Jasper's belated one in July) and I hope to pop in to say hello or babysit when I can.
Even so, it's a big change after over three years, and that's the super sad part.
The part where I don't see all the people I'm used to or working with (the awesome team of staff and J & H's parents), people I've come to love and know so well, and of course don't see the boys.

Although they're not MY kids, there are definitely things I get nostalgic over and upcoming milestones I wish I could be around to see.
Because a part of them is mine and they are a part of me.
The part I taught and hassled and laughed with and tickled and time-outed and rewarded and wrestled and snuggled and band-aided and kissed and squeezed and loved.
That part is ours.
I know how hard the boys work, and many of their accomplishments feel like my own.
Probably because I worked really freaking hard to help them accomplish things!
I'll miss Hayden losing his first tooth, and starting a full day of school this Fall.
Jasper will be learning to ride a bike this summer and is building the Brooklyn Bridge next year in the VIIs class. A big event for the students and those who get to come see it. I really really want to see it!
The good news is we're having a sleep over at my house in a couple weeks, so we all have something extra special to look forward to and it doesn't feel too final.
This past week the new sitter has been shadowing me to learn the ropes and routine.
She's awesome. I really like her and think she's a good fit for the boys.
Throughout the interview and trial process for new sitters there was definitely a comfort to be found in knowing I can never be replaced.
A nanny / babysitter position is replaceable, but my bad-A skills are not.
There's only one me, and I'm simply the best! (Toot my own horn? Don't mind if I do!)
And I'll continue striving for that in my next endeavor as well.
I will really miss working in the West Village--the little shops and cafes I frequent, the neighborhood feel, the crossing guard I exchange hellos with about four times a day, the regular celebs I rub elbows with, their cute kids and relatable nannies, the parks and playgrounds I've become so accustomed to. I'll miss all that.
I'm Upper East Side bound again.
Two very different worlds.
Yet it's a bit like returning to my old stomping ground since I did work there for a year and a half for my first nanny job in the City, and I do know the area pretty well.

The new family has three kids: two boys the same ages as mine right now (7 and 4) and a baby girl (10 1/2 months). The same age as Hayden, when I met him. *sigh*
Out with one comfort zone, in with a new one.
They're all very sweet, cute kids and I'm looking forward to getting to know them more.
We've spent some time together over the past few weeks, and I feel good about the decision.
Fingers crossed!
I'm looking forward to having my hands full.
Let the new nanny adventures begin!

Bombarded by Botanicals

2011-05-11T21:38:00.000-04:00

SSSSSSSSSPRING!!!!!!!! A couple weekends ago Tom and I celebrated the arrival of Spring! It is one of the most beautiful ways to say goodbye to winter and remember there is lots of color and beauty at the end of that cold, dreary tunnel.

We trekked out to the Brooklyn Botanic Garden for the Sakura Matsuri: Cherry Blossom Festival and it did not disappoint! Not only that, we also got in for free courtesy of my student status. Taking a break from my studies paid off, literally! We were pleasantly surprised and unaware of the discount for the day so that was a nice cherry. Speaking of cherries, look at these blossoms!
Canopies of blossoms went on and on across rows of fields. There were lots of people dressed up in Japanese costumes and frocks. I didn't get any pictures (I was too in love with the flowers!) but it was fun to see! (Next I'd like to visit the New York Botanical Garden located in the Bronx--aren't we so lucky to have two of them so close by!?).

We walked all over the gardens and just had a fun afternoon in nature.

My favorites were the tulips. I constantly get distracted gawking at them and soaking up the tone of their richly dipped petals growing out of the designated spots in City sidewalks.
I could've spent hours admiring them in the Garden if there had been time.
It was a glorious day!

"Everything is Amazing!"

2011-05-04T13:46:00.009-04:00

"And nobody is happy."

Reality check Wednesday? Yes, I think is.

{seen on Bippity}

And speaking of AMAZING, this is my current fave video to watch over and over. I just cannot wrap my head around how much time, creativity, frustration, pride and thought must have gone into this.

Not to discount the serious issues going on in the world and our personal lives, mine included, but in the grand scheme of things, we have it pretty good and it's so easy to take things like sitting in the sky (!!) for granted. I could sure apply more perspective like that to my daily life. Today I'm going to focus more on enjoying and less on complaining. Cause sometimes I'm a priss, when most times I need to get a grip and realize things are pretty darn amazing.

Have you heard...

2011-05-03T10:52:00.003-04:00

....The Voice? It's my new guilty pleasure. It wasn't at all what I was expecting and I highly recommend it! It's unique in the sense that there aren't any "bad" auditions to start off, which I found refreshing. It's very talent focused and doesn't waste time on those who aren't serious and just want their fifteen minutes.

The show jumps right in having already screened recorded auditions that were submitted pre-taping. The auditions we are seeing are those who have been called to audition Live for the coaches / judges and an audience (the audience has no sway or say in the selection though). The great thing is the contestants are judged solely on blind auditions. Not on appearance or sob stories etc. They don't even get to introduce themselves (besides to the TV viewers) until after they've auditioned. It's all based on their vocal talent alone. They take the stage with an audience that can see them and all four coaches are in swivel chairs with their backs turned. The singer does a two minute or so audition during which if the coaches like what they hear they can press their "I Want You" button and their chairs will turn around, revealing the singer to them. Each coach will be choosing eight voices and then coaching and helping them to progress into the next rounds (there are three rounds total). Ultimately one lucky person will win a recording contract and $100,000. The coaches are also competing with each other, trying to get one of their singers to be the winner which is a fun twist. If more than one coach turns their chair during the audition and wants the contestant on their team then the power shifts to the contestant who gets to choose who they want to be their coach. This is fun to watch because then you see these prominent and famous singer-coaches try to sell themselves to one of the "regular people". Someone they don't even know, but really want on their team because they believe in that person's talent / voice. That must feel very exciting and flattering to the person auditioning--a rare opportunity to have such powerful music moguls vying to work with you! A more detailed explanation of how the competition works can be found: here.

I'm hooked. I'm such a sucker for these talent shows making dreams come true. What reality show are you hooked on?

Anyways, if you don't have the time or interest in the show itself, here's a quick audition snippet worth hearing by one hot voice of a man, Javier Colon. (The full cover done by Quietdrive is one of my all time faves). Javier's got some other covers on YouTube that are pretty sweet too, in addition to his own written songs.

Under the Influence

2011-04-28T15:39:00.006-04:00

I miss having time to blog... but I love what I've been doing with my time! Until I figure out the balance between doing and sharing, the adventures continue nonetheless! I hope you'll enjoy reading about them once I slow down for a minute. Up, down, spin around; it's a roller coaster worth riding!

In the mean time, here's a little note that made me giggle.

Touché, I say.

The Bubble Rash

2011-04-18T14:32:00.003-04:00

Last week, I went to check-in with the first family I nannied for in NYC. You may remember them in connection with this attention grabbing and controversial Craigslist ad (featured in the NY Times), but I remember them for teaching me the ropes of New York life, setting the stage for nanny-hood in Manhattan, and setting the path for the great successes I would find here.

Visiting Rebecca, Mitch, Rubin, Ellis and twins Cassie and Shay always feels like coming home. They're a lively, crazy bunch; the sound decibels are ear splitting, but their genuine and welcoming vibe of family keeps me grounded in the busy-City-living I sometimes get swallowed up in.

I am always reminded of my roots, my coming of age, my dreams, my goals, where I started, where I am, and where I want to be. This visit, though long overdue and lately too few and far between, was no different. It was an important check-in with myself amidst job-hunts, interviews, trials, and decisions.

Not long into my visit, Rebecca and I started reminiscing about one our favorite moments from six years ago when I was working a summer in CT with them. I haven't been blogging much about my job or kid related things lately, and I really wanted to share this treasured and fun memory. It's a staple in my bank of "good ones". A moment I immediately wrote about at the time so I'd never forget, and have treasured ever since. It's times like these that remind me to write down the silly things more often, because this is what my career is filled with and what I am asked about the most! I love it!

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Introducing, "The Bubble Rash" By: Sarah L., so no stealing

You think you've seen a lot as a nanny but, really, you've just never seen enough!

While getting read for bed on 7/7/2005, Ellis and Rubin started off their usual bedtime ritual by taking a bath. Naturally, bath time is at the peak of its enjoyment when you're 6 1/2 and 9 3/4 years old. You're independently left alone by your caregivers to "responsibly" wash up but, really, you just want to splash in the water, amuse yourself with toys and, of course, add lots of BUBBLES! It's pure luck if you happen to get clean in the process.

After a half hour of brotherly tub-time fun, Ellis, 6 1/2 yrs old, emerged from the tub and came streaking down the stairs into the kitchen to tell his mom, Rebecca, some very important news.

"MOM! MOM!" he screamed, interrupting her phone conversation.

"LOOK AT MY BUTT CRACK! LOOK AT MY BUTT CRACK!" he enthusiastically instructed while spreading his cheeks as far apart as they could go and proudly displaying one squeaky clean little rump to Rebecca and me.

"Do you see any bubbles?" he asked quizzically.

"No" Rebecca answered, holding the hone down for a moment.

"Well, look at my butt crack", he continued as he flashed her a peek once again, "there were bubbles in there! We were playing in the tub and I put bubbles in my butt crack!"

"ELLIS!", Rebecca exclaimed, "Go upstairs and rinse yourself off and get pajamas on!"

"Why? Why do I have to rinse off?" he asked innocently.

"Because, Ellis," she began to explain with frustrated control, "bubbles are NOT supposed to go in your butt crack. You could get a RASH! You really need to rinse off and get ready for bed!! ...And if my bathroom isn't in the exact same shape as it was before you boys got in there and messed it all up then you're going straight to BED!"

"But Mom, I don't need to rinse off," he calmly protested. "They're all gone... Do you see any bubbles?" he then asked very adamantly, again giving a broad display of his hind quarters.

With serious pause and concern Rebecca replied, "No... but is your butt feeling a little bit bubbly?"

With that, I just could not keep myself from laughing out loud any longer at the hysterical situation I was just witness to. The funniest part was that it was being handled VERY seriously and straight faced by both mother and son. As if every day the dreadful risk of a Bubble Rash is something this household has to face together, and being flashed is just one of the perks!

In the end, Ellis made it known that he did not feel the slightest bit bubbly in the back side and took his naked self upstairs to get on some PJs.

Ahhh, a safe and sound end to the Bubble Rash scare of 2005.

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Although the kids are big beyond belief, it still felt like nothing had changed. We still quote each other with "Is your butt feeling a little bit bubbly?" and share a good laugh every single time. We remember the days when I was still a California girl who wanted to walk barefoot in a New Yorker's world. The twins aren't two and a half anymore...they're eight and a half! Reading, attending different schools, one about to get braces, both thriving. The boys are both teens. Ellis has gone from a six year old bubbly butt to a thirteen year old bar mitvah'd young man; still hilarious and ever so entertaining in or out of the tub. Rubin is no longer eight, but now fifteen with a girlfriend! Nothing could have prepared me for that. I still think it's so weird! He's smart, funny, and awesome at playing Words With Friends. They're all the same and of course so different. We have all grown up, yet nothing has changed. At the core we are still ourselves, we are still connected, and there is still a remnant of the old me within those walls that I cherish being reminded of.

We gathered around the table and ate Chinese take-out while shouting over the tops of each other, each of us wanting to be heard above the rest and before the rest, like the good ol' days.

I feel so grateful to have this safe haven to go to when I am feeling a little too caught up in my own whirlwinds. I am so lucky to have such a strong support system in my New York built families, friends, my own family, and of course my boyfriend.

As I make some big decisions and changes that will propel me forward to new phases of my life and career, it feels so much safer than in times passed knowing that if I trip and fall I've cultivated a big cushy safety net to catch me, made up of laughter and love, which is the softest kind of net I can think of! Because in all honesty, I'm a balled up combination of terrified, calm, proud, and nervous about the real life shifts happening right now, and having pillars of support to lean on keeps me confident on the outside and balanced on the inside. Thank you, thank you, thank you all you balance contributors and nanny jobs turned family!

Dainty Little Love

2011-04-08T14:33:00.007-04:00

A few months back I fell in love with these rings from Catbird and added them to my Wishlist.

Not long after, Groupon, yet again reading my mind and knowing my thrill at a good deal, ran a sale for Catbird. I was thrilled! And the thrill turned into some dainty love in the form of a size 3.5 (yes I have teeny tiny fingers) rose gold heart ring I now proudly wear on my left ring finger. I see it as a spot holder for another kind of ring I'll surely treasure one day.

I love how thin and charming, yet strong and sturdy these rings are. They would make perfect "push presents" (think: initials of the newest addition to the family to stack on as you add on!) or sentimental wears without looking cheesy or being too obvious. I even have a friend who swaps one on and off as a wedding ring! Very sweet.

Beautiful, simple, timeless, elegant, and affordable = Perfect!

I think these make a very touching but not over the top gift... (hint, hint, wink, wink boys)

Alphabet Dreaming

2011-04-04T14:16:00.014-04:00

Last night I didn't sleep very well.

Visions of DW (double word), TW (triple word), and DL (double letter) word combinations were dancing through my head.

For reals.

Today I have a ridiculous kink in my neck.

But I'm *winning*!

(Well, so far. There's still plenty of time to fall behind too, but at least my fitful dreams last night are paying off!)

You know you might have a Words with Friends addiction when you start to dream about your plays. It's just so fun! Last night Tom and I played a full game in an hour and I almost had him beat.

We both scored our personal best, and I am definitely getting better.

Prior to this I had never played Scrabble so I had no clue what the rules were or what the terms on the board meant. This made me an easy target to beat in the beginning, but I'm making a come back! Yes, I have seriously been missing out. What can I say? I grew up poor and my mother was mentally unstable. I certainly didn't grow up with a lack of entertainment, it was just a different quality and style than some are used to. More imagination and real life experience, less frivolity and "useless junk". Instead, I was really into card games and word puzzles on paper. I didn't know they existed in 3D! Not one to miss out now, I caught on quick to this on-the-go game, and I think that's why I like it so much. I can play with friends on the East and West Coast or even people I don't know, all at once and at my own leisure! Games go as fast or slow as you want depending on when you and the other player have time to take your turn. You can also turn the game notifications off so your phone isn't buzzing unnecessarily and just check the game when you're good and ready (that's what I do). This is great for someone like me who loves word games but doesn't have the time very often to sit in one place and play on a board. Enter my new favorite way to multi-task!

Wanna play? Just find my username: sarahnaded and set up a game! Easy, breezy and free(zy)!

I've never really been one for phone games, I usually just use my phone for the purpose of phone / internet, but for this, I make an exception...and accept an addiction.

Guess who's a fool?!

2011-04-01T16:24:00.008-04:00

After our bowling date last night, I crashed at Tom's. He will argue that I'm not a good snuggler, but I'm actually *awesome*, so don't listen. His legs just happen not to know a thing about how to get along well with others. Pfffft!

Anyways, I had class this morning as usual, finally the end to a long week of mid-terms and the beginning of the next couple weeks of hard core essays and speeches. It just doesn't let up! I had to make copies of an evaluation form for my speech class so I told Tom I was going to head out early and steal some of his coins if he had any laying around. He did, so that mean an extra ten minutes of sleep for me! Sleep is a precious thing on Friday's when I've just pulled a sixteen hour day before and am ready for the week to be over. Even without working yesterday I still pulled a sixteen hour day (longer actually since we went out) so I was sleepy!

I kissed Tom goodbye as he began to move towards getting up himself and heading to work, although his alarm apparently hadn't gotten the memo and wasn't going off yet. The subways weren't as crowded as usual so I got to sit for my entire 45 minute ride, which is rare. The weather sucks right now so it was cold and rainy / misty but I arrived at school with a quick ten minutes to spare to make my copies in the Library, which opened at 8am (it was 8:50am).

When I got to the third floor the library was locked and deserted. I could see the copy machines I so desperately needed to use, but it was a quiet wasteland inside. Thinking I'd misread the hours when I checked the day before, I kindly asked the security guard if there were any copy machines other than in the locked library. He smiled and said, "No, only in library. Ten minutes. Open at 8am." and referred to a clock above his head. English not being his first language I assumed reading a clock wasn't either, and that the one above him must be broken, because my phone clearly read 8:52am. This is where I should have caught on to some foolishness, but I assure you I did not. "Ummm, sir?", I kindly probed, "It's 8:52am". "No." he shook his head in reply, "Sebben-Bifty. See clock?!"

I did see the clock, but I also saw my clock and clearly they didn't match up. You would think maybe I would catch on by now, but I was so flustered and confused that I pressed the subject even further as a Librarian came and began to open the doors.

I showed the security officer my phone, explained how there's no way it could be wrong because my phone is synced to the cell towers that automatically change the time, and it's been fine since daylight savings and as far as I knew that only happened once in the Spring, and it read the same time on all the clocks in the house this morning, too! CLEARLY the clock on the wall and the one inside the library he was using as his comparison (amid his own confusion to my phone clock, now) was wrong. "Sorry miss. Phone wrong. See you in bive minooots when library open." And he disappeared inside. With my copy machines. By this point I was all kinds of confused and stressed and worried that some crazy time warp had hit Tom's house and would affect his work schedule or something, so I called him in a panic.

Let's take a moment to say that STILL by this time I was clueless. I plan on changing my middle name to gullible after this, don't worry.

Tom answers his phone and it goes like this:
ME: BABE!!! What time is it?!
TOM: 9am.
ME: Yeah!!!!!! I KNOW!!!!! That's what my phone says too!!! But, guess what...it's not!!! (At this point I'm convinced there's a conspiracy against us and I wait for Tom to join me in a freak-out).
TOM [Begins laughing]: APRIL FOOLS! haaaahahahahahahaha.
ME [Realizing I am over an hour early to school and it is indeed April 1st]: No. Seriously?!? I mean really?!? That's so mean! Mean. [He's still laughing] Not funny. I am not laughing. Mean.
TOM: It's funny! Really, babe, it's funny! Please don't be mad. It's April Fools!
ME: No. No, no, no, no. Ugh! REALLY?! Ok. Fine. I'll laugh about this later, but right now, NO. [Click]

I did laugh later. It was funny and well played.
I laughed as I went into the Library at 8:05am to make my copies (and do some research for my speech now, since I had plenty of time). The Security Guard held his head high with a "See! I told you!" stance. I'm officially crazy in his book.
I laughed as I tried to figure out when Tom had changed the clocks?! I still don't know. My phone and the one by his bed both sit on a nightstand next to my head--oh he's good...
I laughed as I thought about how I didn't have a single clue, even though there were so many. Clue #1: when I asked Tom why his alarm hadn't gone off yet and he said "I dunno, that's weird" all straight faced and sleepy like. I admit a high level of concern at how good of liar he can be... Clue #2: when I thought I was so lucky to get a seat (and that there were so many others) on what is usually the busiest travel time in the mornings.
I mostly laughed at how freakin' long it took me to realize I had been duped and how proud Tom would be that his plan went on so well for so long. You can't plan for your girlfriend to so adamantly refute a security guard and two clocks, now can you?! I was the perfect victim... GA! It kills me.
I will laugh even harder when, one day, I get him back reeeeeal good. Oh yes, I will.

So Happy April Fools Day everyone! I hope you are all able to have some good, practical laughs.

Hot Ballers

2011-04-01T10:01:00.001-04:00

Last night we improv'd a last minute date night because I had completely forgotten about a Groupon (oh the geniusness of that site!) I bought about five months ago that, of course, was on the edge of expiration. Oops! With a bad foot, mid-terms, and full schedules for both of us, real date nights (aside from dinner and a movie, which we are pros at!) have sort of fallen by the way side lately. This last minute push to get out and do something more active than usual was just what we needed to ring in Spring. (Or so the calendar claims--Mother Nature apparently has a vendetta no one knew about). I am ready for all kinds of fun times out of the house, starting with: BOWLING! Woot-Woot!
Lets take a moment for the coolest bowling shoes I've ever worn. Yep, I'm serious. I loved the colors (I'm used to boring brown), they were comfy, and they didn't even smell bad! Always a plus.

Tom and I had never been bowling together, or even in NYC, so this was a new experience for both of us. We went to Bowlmor Lanes in Union Square, with all the other last minute Groupon-ers, and had a blast!

Tom is really sporty and competitive, which makes beating him even more satisfying (because it doesn't happen much for me--ha!). I tend to be more fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants and like to smack-talk myself into silly bets. It's a good combination for fun times. What I didn't know going in to this was that Tom took bowling classes as part of his physical education in Calgary. Ugh. Canadians. So he had a leg up before we even hit the lanes. And he hit em strong!
I've never been super good at bowling, but not horrible either. Medium. Could always keep up with friends and have a good time without feeling like a doorknob. However, I hadn't played in about 2yrs so my mo-jo was in hiding. Tom's mo-jo cup, however, overflow-eth. Especially considering he also hadn't played in years. He started kicking my trash immediately. Granted, I was easy trash to kick. My first game was awful! I could not stay out of the gutter to save my balls, while Tom was hitting strikes and splits all over the place. I wish my little pal Jasper had been there (he loves bowling) because he would have easily and fairly beaten me and had bragging rights forever! Tom was such a supportive champ though and even gave me a few pointers that were really helpful and got me back on track. Thanks babe!

Round One ended in a depressing defeat:

Kick Az: 34 Krash: 101
I'll let you be the judge of who was who.... :S

Round Two was much better and I held my own, finishing with a 94. booyah!

It was good times. I could not get a strike for the life of me (never hit one the entire night), but I was a pro at hitting consecutive nines, which I think takes major talent my friends, so don't discount my skills just yet. I'll be back for more; I can't let Tom off that easy!

Standing on Buttresses

2011-03-31T15:20:00.001-04:00

For Tom's birthday in January I had the perfect way to start the day: a private all-access tour of St. John the Divine, the largest Cathedral and Anglican church and fourth largest Christian church in the world! Tom loves Cathedrals and the history behind them, so I thought taking a tour of one so special to New York and the world would definitely be memorable (and maybe even score me some bonus birthday points)!

Unfortunately, my friend, and tour guide, got unexpectedly sick and we had to postpone. The day was still all kinds of awesome, but I was eager to re-schedule our tour. Luckily the saying is true, "good things come to those who wait", and last month we cashed in our rain-check and Christina took us inside the walls, literally, of St. John the Divine.
Christina has been working with children's programs and giving private tours of St. John's for about six years and I think it's safe to say she knows everything that needs knowing.

Here are some interesting facts that stuck with me:

*You can fit a four story house, in it's entirety, through the Great Rose Window (which contains 10,000 pieces of glass!).
Standing on the ground I could not imagine that, but when I stood up close and personal to the windows themselves I couldn't believe how enormous they were! (I didn't stand next to the Great Rose. This photo was found online cause the window is not accessible by foot, but the others are).

*The Cathedral's doors were cast by the same man who cast the Statue of Liberty.

*There are seven chapels inside the Cathedral and each represent a different ethnic group in an effort to provide for the diversity of the community. (This was my favorite part--visiting each of the different and unique chapels, and pondering which one would be the best to get married in, naturally.)

*There are two, at least that I remember, tombs inside the church (not counting the crypt underneath) containing actual corpses inside them. I found that a little freaky... but I found the mausoleum areas to be very peaceful and a beautiful place to keep the ashes of a family member.

*The Cathedral has never been finished (and is still the biggest!) and is ongoing restoration from an almost completely destructing fire in 2001.

*The stained glass in the windows and the sealant or putty used to secure each piece is non-flamable. It took some extreme convincing to Firefighter's in 2001 of that fact so they would not break out all the windows in an attempt to save the church. Phew!

We started by making our way inside the walls and up the spiral staircases that reach each level of the church and are often how the Priest's get around the church unseen / unbothered.

We stopped at each floor to hear about the history, the height, and what we were looking at. It was glorious! Looking out and above everyone and seeing the architecture, design and stained glass up close and personal was beautiful.

This photo was taken without zoom. Just me, chillin next to a cathedral window full of stained glass. I could actually reach out and touch this incredible work of art. Can you believe that?!

I particularly liked looking down and seeing the area from such a different point of view (and how tiny the pews were!). The wall details and the carved rosette / flower circles that span the ceiling were also really neat. (You can see them at the top of the photos in the arch ways.)

We even got to stand inside those rosettes once we climbed high enough!
(This picture was taken while I was standing on one "flower beam" and looking at all the other perfectly symmetrical ones).

Last but not least we made our way all the way up to the roof, not only to stand on the flying buttresses and gaze out over the City (which was breathtaking and uber romantic), but to actually tiptoe inside the roof and literally stand on top of the Cathedral; on the dome / nave which is the tallest in the U.S. (about 124 feet high). The roof is actually built over the nave. Who knew?!

Pictures were tough with the light (it's just what comes in naturally) but you get the idea.

The cement is the dome, and then all the beams and walls were built up over that. This actually helps keep the church well ventilated and cool in the summer (there are teen tiny holes in the dome that filter the air--genius!).

It was a breathtaking and memorable experience to say the least, and I hope Tom enjoyed the extension of his birthday celebrations as much as I did!

My kind of anatomy

2011-03-29T10:30:00.001-04:00

I've been studying for and taking mid-terms through all of last week, this week, and will continue into next week. (This is me procrastinating, or what I like to call "letting the review sink in"). I have two more tests to go, but for one class. My English professor couldn't just give it all at once, she had to drag it out into two parts (one tonight, the other next week), blessherheart. Speech was conquered yesterday and Health last week. Phew! I wish learning all the physical anatomy had been as sweet and simple as this kind!

Without a why or a wherefore

2011-03-28T10:35:00.000-04:00

I recently realized something powerful while assessing my sense of self: I cannot be more than myself, but there is always room for my self to become more. While that may not make sense outside my head, this quote puts it much more eloquently and meshes my awareness into more legitimized reasonings.

{via Bippity}

First Sight

2011-03-24T17:44:00.004-04:00

I think this poem is perfect. Thus I could not help but repost it.

FIRST SIGHT

I believe
in love at first sight
but
I will always believe
that the people
we love
we have loved before.
Many, many
many times before
and when we stumble
through grace
and circumstance and
that brilliant illusion of choice
to finally meet them again
we feel it faster
each time through.
The one glance
that set life alight
is two sets
of two eyes
staring through the layers
of lifetimes
and stolen glances
and first kisses
and hands held;
the brace against the
weight and unrelenting
tide of waiting.
I believe
in love at first sight
but am not burdened
with the misconception
that it’s a first sight
at all.

-Tyler Knott Gregson-

Operation PROM

2011-03-24T09:40:00.003-04:00

Ever wondered what to do with that no-longer-needed (or loved) bridesmaid's dress, cocktail mini, or ballroom gown? Check out Operation PROM, a not-for-profit organization that not only provides resources and mentoring to underprivileged students, but also takes gown and tuxedo donations! Pretty grand if you ask me.

I recognize that there are some pretty awful looking frocks out there, but even if you're donating something like this:
You just never know if somebody, somewhere, just may have been dreaming all her life of rockin' some gold pleather (with frills!) loud and proud, and not blurring her face out of any of those lasting memories.

Donating makes dreams comes true. Hooray!

All tied up

2011-03-24T08:21:00.002-04:00

I know the background isn't all that enticing, but don't you think this tree would be the sweetest place to "tie the knot"?! I wish I knew where it was...

{Via Bippity}

Yogi Sarah

2011-03-23T22:38:00.007-04:00

Let me start by stating for the record that I am not very flexible. I was in a prior life (my ten year old life of gymnastics and splits on command), but not so much anymore. After years of living in New York the tension has gotten to me and while I love a good stretch, my body isn't so stretchy anymore. Enter my curiosity about yoga, which I satisfied tonight for the first time! It was awesome. On my list of to-do's once my foot healed was to try out yoga with my [prior dancer and definitely flexible] roommate Meaghan. CHECK!

We attended a yoga class at Yoga to the People, which I highly recommend. Donation based (suggested $5) and judgement free, Yoga to the People lets you get your stretch on in an environment that is encouraging and calm. Even in a room of thirty plus people (guy / girl ration was almost even in my class, if you care). Another great thing about these yoga classes is that they're affordable and completely based on what your body is comfortable doing. For a first timer like me this was the perfect setting to introduce myself to how it works and test my abilities. Which, surprisingly, are still pretty able! I felt equal parts challenged and capable.

I didn't really know what to expect, but my expectations were to get worked. Which I definitely was, but in a surprisingly relaxing way. The hour passed so quickly and I felt completely rejuvenated when I left. I'm ready to go again!

My favorite part was during the last ten minutes when the lights went out and everyone was relaxing and winding down. It's a time for meditating or focusing on your breathing and just letting your body settle. It felt so good. With the crazy mid-March flurry storm that just blew in, the backdrop to our cool-down was some powerful thunder and lightening outside which, at the risk of letting out my inner Nor-Cal hippy self, was an awesome soundtrack to being in tune with our bodies and their place in this vast universe.

As we drew deep breaths and let ourselves "sink" into the floor, the Yogi running the class quietly recited this quote to us, which I have adopted as a new favorite for sure:

This is the true joy in life, the being used for a purpose recognized by yourself as a mighty one; the being a force of nature instead of a feverish, selfish little clod of ailments and grievances complaining that the world will not devote itself to making you happy.

I am of the opinion that my life belongs to the whole community, and as long as I live it is my privilege to do for it whatever I can. I want to be thoroughly used up when I die, for the harder

I work the more I live. I rejoice in life for its own sake. Life is no "brief candle" for me. It is a sort of splendid torch which I have got hold of for the moment, and I want to make it burn as brightly as possible before handing it on to future generations.

--George Bernard Shaw

And then we went out for Falafel's at Mamouns! It's so yummy and affordable that it's even featured in the book 1,000 places to see before you die. Which I have and will be crossing off, thank you! It was my first falafel experience and I quite enjoyed it. I had three falafel balls (usually you get them in a pita but I just wanted the balls straight up!) and some lentil soup. Delish! There are still soooo many new foods I have yet to try in this City. Last year it was the Gyro (lamb gyro = life changing), and this year it's the falafel. Yes, I have been missing out.

Bottom line, if you're looking for a good work out that will also center and relax you (and a quick dinner you can pay for with coins from the couch), I highly recommend trying Yoga (at Yoga for the People if you can!) followed by falafel's at Mamoun's. May the force be with you. ;)

Be the You who betters Others

2011-03-21T14:35:00.006-04:00

...And find someone who betters you!

One night President Obama and his wife Michelle decided to do something out of routine and go for a casual dinner at a restaurant that wasn’t too luxurious. When they were seated, the owner of the restaurant asked the president’s secret service if he could please speak to the First Lady in private. They obliged and Michelle had a conversation with the owner. Following this conversation President Obama asked Michelle, “Why was he so interested in talking to you.” She mentioned that in her teenage years, he had been madly in love with her. President Obama then said, “So if you had married him, you would now be the owner of this lovely restaurant,” to which Michelle responded, “No. If I had married him, he would now be the President.”

(Via Bippity. Source: thebirdsandthelees)

The Day I Met a Pixie

2011-03-18T12:06:00.002-04:00

A couple weekends ago I took a little drive with some friends and devoted parents to meet this adorable little one:

(Note: All pictures are from Reagan's Blob and usually shot by Jake, who is amazing!)

Her name is Piper and you may remember me mentioning her (and her super awesome Mama) before. Piper has a rare disease called CCMS and since no one can explain it better than Mama Reagan, I suggest you visit her blog's FAQ's page to know more. Even on tough subject like this, Reagan explains things simply and with a relatability and sense of humor that is unique and admirable.

After following Reagan's blo(b)g for about a year now, as I became better friends with her and Jake, I have been so badly wanting to meet their nearly four year old daughter. Schedule's aligned and finally, Tom and I got to be very lucky guests and admirers at "Piper's House"(Blythedale Children's Hospital)!

I fell so in love with that Pip! She's like a real live pixie! Tiny and FULL of spunk. Apparently she was a pixie for Halloween in her younger years. I didn't know her or her family then, but I can only imagine the cuteness! Although Piper can't talk, she has no problem getting across what she wants, getting to where she wants, or reaching / climbing / rolling / walking to get to who she wants. Her curiosity is insatiable, her snuggles impossible to resist, and her body strength shocking. I mean, that girl could wrestle me to the ground by sheer force in seconds if she really wanted to. In all her skinny-mini-twenty-pound glory! I was amazed. While she is almost four years old, she is about the size of an eighteen month old, but taller I'd say. She's got height! And super strength. One of my favorite recent stories of her strength is in this Piper versus the Piano story.

She is full of life, love, and happiness and a blast to be around.

Especially as she is learning how to walk!

We walked with her in the halls, and down to the cafeteria where there are huge windows she likes looking out of. I worried she might be shy or not want to play with me, but she had no reservations! She took turns sitting in my lap, climbing all over me, playing with my jewelry, studying my face, and was happy happy the whole time. She was excited to see Reagan and Jake and fascinated about the two newcomers they had brought along. It was adorable.

I'm so curious as to what will happen when as she gets faster and faster on her feet. Will she try to pull out her vent and run for it?! Reagan always writes about how sneaky she is and the silly faces she makes (p.s. that links to some of the best pics!), and there is no doubt that girl is a smarty pants. I can't wait to watch (read about) her continuing progress and see what she'll do next! She's a super special one, that Piper. Given to some super special people.

I felt so inspired and uplifted after being around her sweet personality. I look forward to reading about the latest happenings via Reagan's Blob, and every time I do I can't help but feel inspired and uplifted all over again. Sometime's the updates are hard, or sad, because it's a tough situation even on the good days, but Reagan and Jake handle it so well, and with such love and support as a family. They love Piper so much, and are so positive and up beat, that you can't help but cheer them all on and personally appreciate the milestones and stories as they go.

I hope we can go back and play with Piper again soon!

Thanks Reagan and Jake for sharing your family time with us!

Fashion-ating

2011-03-17T15:00:00.005-04:00

I am really looking forward to seeing this!

P.S. I'm really looking forward to updating you on some of my latest happy times, too. Like the time I met a real life pixie, and a week later traversed flying buttresses atop the largest Cathedral in the world! Really, really. Stay tuned!

Music for your Monday(s)

2011-03-14T20:45:00.014-04:00

In addition to having Joshua Radin on repeat (yep, still), I recently discovered this absolutely inspirational song by Sara Haze called Lovely. Her voice is smooth like butta with a naturally sexy raspy-ness on top which I can only achieve when I'm sick (which sounds sexy, but really doesn't look or feel like it). The lyrics are the kind everyone, particularly women I think, can appreciate. Which is why I won't hold the no H in her name thing against her. ;)

And, like almost everyone else, I am also really digging THIS potty-mouthed but catchy and liberating tune. I think the video is adorable. It's like a short film and you can't wait for the underdog to come out on top. A classic tale of what has happened to so many of us. I am among the many for sure, and happy to say that I came out on top in the end. Phew! I think the lyrics are so relatable, and not just cause I can be a potty mouth sometimes but 'cause we've all been burnt before and we all feel pretty darn P-O'd about it! Cee-Lo just happened to put music to it that makes it all better. Thanks Cee-Lo!

And, in case you haven't heard, Adele is freaking amazing and so is her new album: 21. I was lucky enough to catch her last tour (and celebrate her 21st birthday with her!) and I can't wait for the next one!

Peace Out Yo.

There is a sort of man

2011-03-14T10:39:00.009-04:00

Inspiration for a Monday:

I absolutely LOVE Tyler Knott. (That love font cannot get any brighter or bolder in text, but imagine it on fire, I love this guy's work so much!!!) He is my secret (well not anymore), un-guilty and absolutely indulgent daily pleasure. With his pictures, poems, haiku's, words of wisdom, and geniune positivity and outlook on life, he makes my soul warm and fuzzy. His latest creativity surge has been these blackout pages, and I'm really tempted to try some on my own. This weekend I had a lot of free time, but I spent it mostly being free to be lazy on Tom's big new comfy couch, because that seemed the most worthwhile to me. It was some much needed R&R and I don't regret it for a second! How was your weekend?

Habits and Character

2011-03-10T06:02:00.003-05:00

I've had so much on my mind and in my schedule lately that I haven't been able to blog much, but this seemed like a good way to start the day. I have some really fun catch up posts for you, once I find the time and energy! Until then...

{courtesy of Bippity}

Note to Self

2011-03-08T12:10:00.001-05:00

I think I might need to post this on my mirror as a daily reminder / inspiration.

I haven't been feelin' it so much lately, but every time I see this it makes me smile.

If you think this about your girlfriend, boyfriend, husband, wife, or significant what-have-you, you hereby have my praises and encouragement to print this off and sneak it onto a mirror, pillow, cupboard, make-up bag, razor kit, etc.

It will make their day, I promise.

And if they can't read music, it will make for a fun mystery note!

Back on the wagon

2011-03-01T22:59:00.008-05:00

If you'll remember, I fell off "the good life" wagon a couple days ago and typed a good hard "blant" (blog-rant) about it.

I'm happy to announce I am back on the wagon, my sanity has returned, and I'm piecing things together one deep breath at a time. I was seriously trippin' with stress. I still feel stretched, but not as tightly--the elasticity is beginning to return. Phew!

Tonight this song came on my Joshua Radin Pandora station as I was doing homework and perked my ears. I'm surprised I've never heard it before. Have you?

It's very sweet and romantic. I like the couples chatting in the beginning. Especially the one who says "It's all about timing." Cause it really is. I'm not quite sure what my relationship clock is reading yet, but it's still ticking! I love my boyfriend. A lot. The poor man.

Thanks to those who checked in and left encouraging comments of love and support!
I'm feeling much better.

Nanny For Sale

2011-03-01T14:57:00.009-05:00

It's official. I'm back on the market. "My" kids are too big and have outgrown my career path. SAD DAY!!!!!! Hazard of the job. At least it's one I can foresee so everyone has prep-time for the transition.

These past three years with Jasper and Hayden FLEW by. I feel like it was just yesterday that Hayden was taking his first steps, or Jasper was learning to pump on the swing. Time has passed all too quickly and they have grown and matured so much, and now it's time for me to move on. As Mary Poppins would say, "The wind has changed".

With Hayden (turning 4 in April--yikes!) beginning an all day school schedule in the Fall from 9am-3pm my hours are dropping to three hours a day. I can't live off of fifteen hours a week. I haven't worked out all the details yet, but I'm really conflicted as to what the best school / career balancing move is for me. As much as I would like to stay on in the Fall and supplement the day time hours with another P/T job so I could still be with Jasper and Hayden, the reality is that my skills and qualifications could be put to better use with a new set of little ones. My forte is teaching / helping raise infant to five year olds, not really how quickly I can shuttle older kids around the City to their various after school activities. Which, for the record, is pretty darn quick!

So, if you know anyone in need of a nanny feel free to send em my way! Since I haven't narrowed down exactly what I'm looking for, I'm pretty flexible in regards to Full or Part Time at this point. My availability would be F/T 40-45hrs a week, P/T 6hrs a week that don't conflict with a 2pm-6pm schedule. This is me throwing out my fishing pole and seeing what comes back!

However, please don't recommend a family that isn't serious about their search or able to pay a competitive salary / wage. If you want to know what the requirements are I'm happy to address specifics in a private email or Formspring question with a reply address. As much as I would love to do my job for pennies or for free (which I happily did for years), I have moved forward with my career standards and have had to set some cash flow ones as well. It breaks my heart to have to say no to a family just because of money, so if you'd like a recommendation for teens or friends I know who will accommodate $10-15 / hr pay scales, I'm happy to give you some names, but I no longer take those jobs myself. Sorry! I hope that doesn't sound snotty or uppity. It's really not meant to be and I hope no one is offended. If you're really in a bind, I'll totally help you out if I can!

I can start as early as the summer, but if you know anyone prego and due in the Fall that timing works well too!

I would also love to work in a pre-school or daycare setting if anyone has any connections or suggestions. Basically if children are involved, the pay is livable (because in that type of setting I already know I'd be taking a major pay cut, but it'd be worth the experience for my career), and there are enough hours to qualify for health insurance, I'm interested!

Thanks!

YUM: One of by Land, Two if by Sea

2011-02-27T13:53:00.016-05:00

This week in the City it was Restaurant Week. Something I have never participated in or really known about after all my years living here. As someone who loves food and trying new restaurants, this is a shameful thing to admit. There's so much I still don't know and haven't done here! I love that about New York. I knew Restaurant Week existed, I just didn't know what it was about or how it worked and I let other things take priority. Well, NOW I know and boy is it worth knowing about, 'cause I fine-dined at the most romantic restaurant in NYC this weekend, for cheap, cheap, cheap!

One if by Land, Two if by Sea was once Aaron Burr's carriage house (Burr is most famous for killing Alexander Hamilton in a duel--yikes!). It has an on-site pianist, beautiful brick walls, open fireplaces aglow, warm chandeliers hanging from high ceilings, and an ambiance of class and romance the moment you step inside. We sat upstairs in what was once the hay loft and now overlooks the entire restaurant, bar, sitting area and piano. Beautiful!
Normally they only serve a prixe fixe menu of $78 per person, but during restaurant week it's $35! As you might guess, high end restaurants such as these don't often participate in Restaurant Week, but my roommate is always on the lookout to see if some are participating and she caught this one and made reservations immediately! Hooray! So Tom was big pimpin' for the night as he accompanied Lindsey, Meaghan and myself.

We feasted on three courses including desert: the ladies having the butternut squash soup and Tom ordering calamari, followed by steak for all of us, and then cheesecake for me and chocolate-banana mouse for the others. We also had brussel sprouts with bacon (sooooo perfectly done) and complimentary bread for the table that a waiter brought around whenever he noticed our bread dishes were empty. They even said "Sir" and "Miss". I loved it.

The food was delicious, and we were all so full after each course we weren't sure we could take on the next, but the pacing of it was perfect and we managed to indulge on every bite. I admit, this was the first time I've ever had steak without A-1 Sauce. I get it now.

The service was surprisingly personable and not at all snooty like we'd braced ourselves for. It was fun to dress up and spend such a nice evening indoors. It felt like we'd escaped everything else for a bit, like the raging wind waiting to blow us to bits outside.

If you're looking for somewhere special to celebrate or take your someone special to in New York, this should definitely make your list of considerations.

Stretched

2011-02-27T12:41:00.027-05:00

The past couple weeks I have been feeling a lot of pressure and stress and helplessness. I usually welcome challenges and am used to functioning and thriving under maxed out conditions, but lately I'm beginning to feel like one big maxed out condition myself, and I'm having a really hard time channeling my inner optimism. I feel like no matter what I do, I'm just not doing good enough. I'm not meeting up to expectations. My best isn't good enough. I am starting to fret. On the bright side, maybe I'll loose a quick five pounds! Stress diets do have their benefits...

2011 is going to be a big year of change for me; I've been feeling it since January first. Change is good, but sometimes it's really hard. Life evolves, I know that, but I've become pretty comfortable with the way my life is and all the hard work it took to get to this place and I just want it to last a little bit longer.

There are some big career and education choices coming my way and while they're amazing opportunities they're also BIG. Big challenges, changes, and risks that I feel more than a little intimidated and unprepared about. I don't know what lies in store for my current job, but as the boys continue to get bigger (and smarter and cuter) my hours tend to get smaller. Just part of the nanny business, and not something I've struggled with before, but for some reason I'm having a really hard time figuring out what the best transitional move for me should be, if / when it comes to that. And it's coming to that very soon.

I'm hating church right now. I've been on strike for about a month. I love the gospel and I have a really strong testimony of its teachings, but I am in no way motivated to attend weekly meetings. I don't really like the new ward I've been moved into since the boundary change, and while I know it's not about the people it's about the word of God, I just don't get anything out of it when I go. It falls flat for me. It feels weird and unwelcoming and since I'm not really into the social scene right now I don't know many people and am not super prompted to get to know them either. I know its my own problem and a mind over matter thing, but I don't want to be there and so I'm not.

School is awesome, but very time consuming, costly, and draining. I'm continuing to do really well and it's definitely a priority I am happy to dedicate myself to but again, it's going to be changing. I'm starting to look at Universities and line things up for transferring. Highly anticipated dreams come in to play that I feel daunted and excited by and I can't help but question if I can really do it? It goes something like, "I know I can, but can I really?!"

My love life feels like it's on the brink of imploding all over my face and, of anything, that is the hardest. Somehow I really didn't see it coming. Or I just didn't want to. I'd really like to pretend and believe it's all going to be OK, but acting isn't my strong suit and faith seems not to be either. When two people love each other but the timing is off: that seems to be the recurring thesis in matters of my heart. I don't really know what to do or if I'm supposed to do anything. I feel like I've done everything and somehow it adds up to nothing. I hate that I can't control timing. I hate that I can't control minds. I hate that I can't control the future, or even sneak a peek. I hate that I can control myself and I sometimes choose not to. I hate being passionate and caring and optimistic about love. But I am. I'm a hopeless romantic. And I don't plan on changing that part. Love is pretty awesome; until it's not. And even then, I've never regretted it. However, I can't help but feel insecure, foolish, and a little worthless at the moment. I think that's natural though. Everyone feels like that when they're in a situation they can't control, and I am the Queen Bee of internalizing and personalizing when it's not even about me. I'm working on changing that.

I often don't understand how people can be in such denial when it comes to their kid's behaviors or needs, but I think I'm in denial about my own behaviors and needs. I have a pattern of putting what I want on hold because I'm afraid I'll never get it any way and I'd rather adjust and hope for the best than be alone. I've gotten so used to taking care of other people my whole life, being accommodating and adjusting, and not really expecting anything in return or sticking up for what I really want, that then when what I want finally does become pressing and important I feel stuck between logic and desire. I don't know how to put myself first without feeling immensely guilty for it. I'm a repeat offender on the idiot scale for sure, but I'm learning people, I promise. I'm just a slow learner.

Anyways, sorry about the downer-rant, I just feel stretched in every possible way and life is feeling kinda heavy at the moment. I know it'll be ok. I know I can handle anything. I know it's just a moment of suck and they come and they go. I just needed a release, so thanks for listening.

Edelweiss Giveaway on Daybook!

2011-02-27T12:21:00.009-05:00

Remember how I just posted a wishlist blog about how much I love and want one of the new Edelweiss by Sarah Spring '11 dresses? Well, Daybook is having a giveaway of the Athelia dress!!! Remember this lovely?

Oooohhhh, I want one.
I already have a plan: I would wear it to a brunch date at Sarabeth's and then go row a boat on the lake in Central Park and read for a bit. Doesn't that sound like the perfect spring afternoon for me and Athelia? I think so.
I have about three in twelve hundred chances of winning, but I am keeping my fingers crossed nonetheless and encourage you to enter as well! (If you win, can we share? Please?!)

Good Luck and Happy Weekend!

Wishlist

2011-02-25T14:16:00.010-05:00

My incredibly talented friend Sarah (not to be confused with this super Sara -- there are just too many kick-A Sara(h)'s in my life!) has her own fashion line called Edelweiss by Sarah. I remember when it was at the dreaming stage, and then developing and designing stage, and then it was launched, and now it is a fully fledged fantastic line of chic and classic wear-ables for any woman! Way to go Sarah!! You are an inspiration.

I have yet to add an Edelweiss piece to my wardrobe which makes me feel 1) like a bad and un-supportive friend (even though I am always reading her blog and gawking at all her lovely creations) and 2) like I am totally missing out on some effortless snazzy-ness.

I'm saving up my pennies so I can at least snag one of her Spring '11 line's newly launched dresses. Here are some of my favorites, which do you like best?

Fit to Print

2011-02-24T23:10:00.028-05:00

I've been really focused on school the past couple weeks on some big assignments. (Hence the drop off from blogs or any sort of contact with the outside world pretty much). It all led up to today when I had an exam at 7am and a big autobiography project due at 7:30pm. Thursdays are really long and hectic for me, beginning at 5:30am (it takes about an hour to get to school from my house) and ending at 9:30pm. Tonight I sat on my couch for the first time in about nine days; it felt good.

What felt even better was taking my first trip to the "main branch" library in mid-Manhattan at 42nd Street! It's the third largest public library in North America! I can't imagine what the largest one is like, cause this one is HUGE. I've passed this branch countless times and dreamed about going inside, but somehow never made it by during business hours. Shame on me. I love libraries. I go about once a week on my own (not including with kiddos) to a branch in the West Village. Since I was little, anytime I entered a library I always felt an inner calm and sense of homecoming the second I walked through the doors. Maybe I was a librarian in a past life. The sexy kind, of course. ;)

Today my autobiography project took me inside my long-awaited dream, and although I was pressed for time I was able to spend a few minutes looking around. (Technically I got lost in the massiveness and seized the moment to enjoy it but, potato patato). I loved it. I felt like I had been "blinked" to another place. I want to go every day and cannot wait to take a full tour. I highly recommend making a visit, whether you're a local or a visitor. Make the time; it's totally worth it.

What brought me to this particular location was my search for the cover page of the New York Times from the day I was born. In an archive room down a few corridors and past dozens of other archive rooms (some lined top to bottom with physical newspaper archives--so lovely), there is a self-serve plethora of filing cabinets full of micro-film canisters with all the major newspapers and magazines dating back to the fifties up to 1998 at least. (Further back can be accessed by a librarian if needed--awesome!)

I felt like I was digging through a time machine to find this little gem:

And then I actually had to use a time machine:

The computer-projector-whatcha-ma-call-it you need to use to look at the film reels is ancient (aka a microfilm scanner in case you couldn't guess from my description). Luckily there were three or four "ancient" men using them and, like a teenager showing Grandpa how to use a cell phone, these Grandpa's showed me how to use their version of technology. They were super savvy, kind, patient and a great help to me. I loved sitting with them and looking through films of old newspapers, which in 1984 only cost thirty cents! I browsed movie times (none I've ever heard of) , looked at fashion ads (*amazing!*), caught up on sports (same old same old) and of course read all about the world wide issues and scandals that were happening when I joined the world. It was SO COOL.

I couldn't help but think, "You must be a Mormon if... you're scanning through micro-film in your spare time and loving it". I totally understand how genealogy and searching for ancestors can be so captivating. It's really incredible to be able to physically look back in time, especially back in The New York Times.

Here's how my research and old-school tech support paid off:

Isn't it great?! I love it. It's a little piece of my life (or the events happening during my life, rather), even though I wasn't actually in the U.S. on this particular Friday...

It was a simple project that took me about an hour, but it was one of the most intriguing and exciting experiences I've had in New York to date. To be in New York City, at one of the most stunning and historical buildings in Manhattan, looking at old printed pieces of the City's history, and the world's, dating back to when I was born, wow! And here I am now, smack dab in the middle of all its continuing glory. Simple, yet divine.

I might become a groupie

2011-02-19T20:19:00.018-05:00

Last week, as a recovery gift to myself and a get-well-soon-send-off to roomie Lindsey for the same surgery, we went to see Joshua Radin in concert. Neither of us knew much about him but had each heard him in passing and liked him and, since we both have a love for live shows and music, we decided we'd see him while he was performing here. Best decision of the week right there. Turns out he has worked with some of my other favorite Acoustic / Indie artists (like Ingrid Michaelson and Patty Griffin) and even invited Rosi Golan on stage for a duet, who is one of my favorite local artists as well. It was a good night.

Six years ago Josh wrote his first song (Winter) in the East Village (on East 3rd between A & B if you were curious--it's in the details people!) and now he's doing world wide tours (the day after this show he left for Dubai!) and appearing on The Ellen Show (twice) to perform Today (one of my faves) which Ellen and Portia used as their wedding song. It just goes to show you never know what life has in store for you.... and life sure has a lot in store for him!

Side Note: Watch Ellen & Portia's wedding video: here. It's one of the most beautiful snippets of deep love I've ever seen. My goal in life is to love that strongly and be that loved in return. They are a inspiration.

Anyways, I love Joshua Radin's music. I'm pretty sure I fell a little bit in love with him at this show, too. I kind of wanted to follow him around and gawk like a giddy school girl after the show, which really isn't like me. He's just so raw and honest, and has an optimistic but real outlook on life and love and heartbreak and heart-unbreak. He was funny, encouraging, relatable and so talented! He also loves children so he told a lot of stories about kids and friends who are married with kids, and since that's all right up my alley I was highly entertained by all of it!

While on tour, Josh is participating in a project called Little Kids Rock which allows him to visit schools in each city he tours and spend the day with the music students teaching them some of his songs and just boosting them up about their talents and the arts in general. Here in the City, he spent a day in the Bronx and had such a good time with the students that he invited three of them to the show to perform with him Live on stage! The crowd went wild and the girls (probably in 7th or 8th grade) did great! I loved it, and certainly felt a bit aflutter afterward.

Here are a couple faves for ya:

Bursting with excitement

2011-02-15T13:13:00.001-05:00

I can't hold it in any longer.

I'm *bursting* at the seems with very exciting news....

My bestie Karley is due with Baby #2 (aka Ego as dubbed by Auntie Sarah) and it's another boy!

Double trouble and double nephews for me! HOORAY!

I'm not sure why I like giving these bestie-babies food names, but Oreo (aka Xander) and Ego just popped out when I heard about each of them, and who am I to fight what feels natural? ;)

If you can't find me in the month of August, here's a great big hint on where I'm likely hiding.

Gimp Life: The Finale

2011-02-15T11:43:00.001-05:00

Look Ma, my shoes match!

I have been released from my booted-bonds and am allowed to wear shoes that match each other. No more peg leg, or single FMB wearing. Whether this upgrade to matching shoes matches my outfits is another story, but they have to be loose shoes or sneakers so it's between these peppy colored Aasics (more comfortable) and a pair of comfy black boots (more fashionable). I can't wait to wear heals again, but I have a feeling that's still a ways off. This is excellent news for my budget because I can't shop for shoes either. Sad for my soul / soles. (Sorry, it was a pun just begging to be used).

My focus now is on stretching out the joint by walking and manually pushing and twisting it daily. In a few weeks I'll have the pin removed, and probably be fit for an orthodic. The original pain on the pad of my foot is back now that the bandages and boot are off and I don't have that extra padding evening out the way my foot hits the ground. I'll be glad when that is gone for good. Even though I had to hobble for a month, it was fairly pain free and that part I enjoyed.

It's crazy to look at the before pictures and see the improvement. It's not perfect, because the joint was so set already, but it is such a huge improvement! My foot doesn't have a side bump or crooked bone anymore! I'm really happy I had this done. I'm even happier the weather has begun to cooperate, that I can now shower without worry, and that my shoes match! Tom is glad I don't have a stinky foot anymore.

My roommate has a similar problem but on her pinky toes, and she has decided to use my doctor and have both feet fixed. She goes under this Friday for the first foot, and I'll be able to help her in her recovery the way she helped me. We feeties gotta stick together!

Thanks to all the people who sent sweet messages, included me in their prayers, came to visit and got together with me close to home to make life easier. I felt very thought of and taken care of. Thank you!

Be Mine, Valentine.

2011-02-14T10:36:00.007-05:00

I am such a lover of this lovin' holiday.

Second to Halloween, I think it's a tie between Valentine's Day and Thanksgiving.

They both make me feel all warm and tingly.

Sure it's sometimes cheesy and over the top, but it is such a positive and hopeful holiday filled with easy encouragement to let those around you know you love them!

I just don't see anything that's not to love about that.

The best part is, if you have a hard time expressing yourself, there are thousands of cards and chocolates and poems and songs that will do the expressing for you. Score!

All you have to do is lick a little postage, google some E-Cards, or press your finger to a doorbell and run!

Whether you want to shout your love from the highest mountain, anonymously dote on your biggest crush, or tell a family member how much they mean to you while still maintaining your machismo, today is the day you can get away with it!

Let your guard down a little.

Feel free to let that inner mushy-ness just ooze right out.

Today is not about being "single or taken".

Today is not about how grand your gesture is or isn't, or if you're being gestured towards.

Today is about making a gesture.

Take a minute to make sure those near and dear to you know how you feel.

YOU are near and dear to me!

Happy Valentine's Day from my heart to yours.

Famous Friends!

2011-02-10T13:44:00.000-05:00

I get really excited when friends of mine accomplish tasks that I myself only dream of -- like having such an amazing wedding that they are featured on high end wedding blogs or get to announce it in the NY Times, or being so beautiful and amazing that they land a modeling ad or photo spread in a magazine. I am somehow lucky enough to know some very talented and special people. I can't think of a single close friend right now who isn't in the process of accomplishing something incredible. I live vicariously, for sure!

A few of my friends have tackled some fluttery feats recently and I am so happy for them I had to proxy-brag on their behalf. Beware, other friends with flair, I enjoy singing praises so don't be surprised if one day I proxy-brag about you too!

1. Abby & Travis' NYC wedding featured in 100 Layer Cake! (I LOVE their reception venue)

2. This is a delayed brag for Tam and Evan (like a year late delayed, lame!) who have such a unique and wonderful love story that it is in the process of becoming a book. I admit I still have their "Recipe For a Good Marriage" wedding favor note attached to my mirror. Along with being in the NY Times and the NY Post, their Santa Monica wedding was also featured on Style Me Pretty. Her book is set to hit stores this October and I predict a great chick flick to follow. I can't wait!

3. Reagan is in the March issue of Fitness Magazine!!!! I can't wait to pick up a copy. She's the total package: pretty (and knowing how to be), fun and full of personality, so I'm not the least bit surprised they asked her to be part of their beauty spread. She's got star quality written all over her. One day I'm sure I'll need to ask for her autograph.

Isn't that exciting!?! I love and am so happy for all of you! Congrats!

Gimp Life: Week 3

2011-02-08T21:58:00.004-05:00

I can't wait to wash my foot I can tell you that much!
Today I had my bandage was switched to purple. My favorite. At last!!
My xrays look awesome and everything is as straight as it can be. The tip of my toe still looks a little slanted, but that's my real life toe part so nothing I can do about that and nothing I mind too much anyways.
In about six weeks they'll remove the pin they put in to hold my bone pieces together. They're re-fusing nicely and although removing the pin sounds awful, it's supposed to be quick and easy and only requires a band-aid after. So it's all good.
Prison Break has pulled me out of my TV = Blech phase. I am loving every minute of this series. I watch it on my phone between classes, that's how much.
I still haven't watched anything on my actual TV even though my DVR is full of things I like, but I'm coming around and when I finish this series I'll see to my other shows again.
In one more week I'm scheduled to return to real shoes on both feet. Tennis shoes but still, they'll match each other and be much more comfortable. Yay!
And finally, I can shave all the way down to my ankle instead of halfway down my calf (the shower boot goes up pretty high).
Looking forward to being fully mobile again and returning to my on-the-go life. It has been very quiet in Sarah-town lately.

Super Bowl XLV commercials I didn't see

2011-02-07T11:00:00.000-05:00

I heard this year's Super Bowl game was really good. Congrats Packers! I wouldn't know because I spent the entirety of Sunday watching the first season of Prison Break. This includes skipping church and gluing myself to the couch for about twelve hours, it was that good. It started late Saturday night when I watched the first two episodes and then woke up early Sunday morning because I had to know what was going to happen. Never have I been so quickly hooked to a show nor so glad that I had every episode at my fingertips (even after I chewed off all my nails). It had the intensity and plot of faves like Damages and Dexter and I just couldn't stop watching, or screaming, or covering my eyes, or yelling at the characters; a true sign of a good show. Thus, I missed Super Bowl XLV (and Tom did too, sorry babe!!), and the commercials (the real reason I watch, aside from the food-free-for-all). So today I looked up the commercials, and hopefully Tom looked up the score and all the important plays I should know about to keep up with society, and we can compare notes later.

This is my favorite commercial, which I actually saw on Friday but I heard it aired during the Super Bowl as well. I've watched it at least ten times and I laugh every time. I'm tempted to put a Volkswagen on my wish list now. I am definitely their target audience.

And a few other goodies I enjoyed:

1. This Pug is so cute!

2. Typical Man. At least he tried asking for help first!

3. New E-trade baby! Of course I'd like this.

Shadow or No Shadow?

2011-02-04T11:47:00.000-05:00

For Groundhog Day we did something super original, we watched Groundhog Day! Tom texted me in the afternoon asking if we could watch it together, and since I'd never seen it I thought it was a great idea. Especially since I love me some celebrations! I actually didn't even know it was Groundhog Day, nor did I watch any shadow revealing. Did you? If it was good news, pass it this way. I personally think the atmosphere in these parts has made it clear we're in for lots more winter, and at this point any groundhog affirming that would probably have high chances of being road kill in my book. Or stolen and driven off a cliff. I couldn't blame Phil (Bill Murray) for that one.

The movie was really cute. I had forgotten how funny Bill Murray is which is sad because he is one of the greats. Andie MacDowell, who plays Rita, is all kinds of adorable. Her poofy hair could win anyone over.

Mid-movie Phil and Rita have a conversation about what she's looking for in a man. For the past two days this scene has been on repeat in my mind. Her qualifications and his attitude / sarcasm / wit play out much as I would imagine a conversation on this topic would go between Tom and I.

It goes something like this:

That's what I'm looking for (with a few added bonuses). How about you?

BirFday Bravado

2011-02-03T15:45:00.004-05:00

Mid-January (see, I'm not too far behind) Tom turned another year hotter!

Something you should know about me, if you don't already: I am a little (probably an understatement) excessive and over the top when it comes to birthdays. I kind of think they are the best (!!) and most exciting (!!) thing ever, and I get very excited to celebrate them and dote on whatever friend or loved one is having one. I am even equally as giddy about my own and usually treat myself to something special as a "Congratulations for being alive this long!" pat on the back. It's like a second job trying stay alive on the streets of New York you know. ;) I guess my theory is, if you can't get pumped up about celebrating life (your own or someone else's), then where's the incentive / fun in celebrating anything else?

For Tom's birthday, in true Sarah form, I had a plan. Or four. Last year we had just begun dating so I didn't do much, just took him to dinner and had cupcakes with him back at my apartment. In fact, his birthday is also the anniversary of our first kiss! Awww! Must've been the cupcakes... This year, being his GF and all, I had the official right to go all out. And so I did!

In the morning I made breakfast for us to share, since we don't get to start our days off right together and I hear breakfast is the most important part of that. I cooked up plates of fresh fruit, bacon, and a french toast "cake" w/whipped cream topped with a portion of the day's candles. (I had stashed ingredients in lots of secret compartments all over his house while he was out running errands the day before; the fact that he didn't notice the plethora of them nor the Ice Cream cake in the freezer makes me feel quite accomplished) I had a surprise set up for 8:30am so it was an up-and-at-em early morning. Luckily we (and the surprise) are all in the same neighborhood! Unfortunately, the surprise fell through (my friend got sick and she was going to give us an exclusive and private tour of somewhere amazing that I'll tell you about after we've done it) but on the up side that meant I didn't have to cook as early and Tom didn't have to go into work as late, so it was fine.

A few hours before Tom got off work I did some prep-work of my own and made my hair magically grow in fifteen minutes! I've been growing my hair out for a year now and, ever so sloooowwwwwly, the length is increasing. I don't want permanent extensions (yet) because I like the feel of my own hair and the natural process and accomplishment of doing it on my own. I don't want to damage it further than I already do with coloring it, so I thought clip-in-extensions would be a fun switch up. I'd been waiting for a good occasion to test them out in public and knew Tom would be thrilled to have a long-haired date on his birthday, so I clipped them in, dolled myself up, and went to meet him!

We met at a Starbucks at 55th / 6th Ave for his gift unveiling, and my hair unveiling. Both went over very well, even though the gift wasn't technically in the box since he had to be present to activate and sign paperwork and such. I had to be a little sneaky because I didn't want him to guess what it was or where we were going nearby, hence the Starbucks decoy. He was very surprised and excited to play with his new toy, although it did come with a few hitches that we had to work out (like de-activating his current plan, putting him on mine, learning if we did that he'd have to change his number to a CA one, getting him on his own plan, keeping his number, and FINALLY enjoying the phone itself). I had a lot of fun getting it for him though, and thoroughly enjoyed the look on his face when he unwrapped it.

From there we had reservations at The Fat Radish downtown, and OH. MY. YUM! If you're looking for a new restaurant to try, this British eatery needs to be next on your list. I don't think the British are necessarily known for their good food, but this place certainly puts them on the map as a culinary fave in my book. Then again I do like comfort food, so I tend to like their restaurants in general I suppose (like Tea & Sympathy, mmmmm). It was the best dinner we had each had in a long time, and the perfect way to end the night.

Oh, except for the Carvel ice cream cake hidden in the freezer when we got back to Tom's apartment. THAT was the perfect way to end the night. With plenty of candles of course.

Happy Birthday Lover. Thanks for letting me gush all over your day.

YUM: The Fat Radish

2011-02-03T11:56:00.016-05:00

For Tom's birthday a few weeks ago, I made reservations at new "it" spot The Fat Radish on the Lower East Side. After multiple friends separately recommended this spot I decided we better try it. I wrote a full review about our experience, our orders and the service here. In short, it was the best meal either of us had had in a long time. I fill up easily and often don't finish what's on my plate, but I ate every last speck of my order, as did Tom. We will definitely be back.

Make a reservation (a must; they are almost always serving a full house) and then enjoy a night out in one of the best neighborhoods (my personal favorite) in the City!

Prep your tastebuds by ordering the beer battered squash appetizer (or two). It may just change your life.

Gimp Life: Week 2

2011-02-02T11:00:00.002-05:00

When my foot heals, I need to find this spot and take a walk all over it.

Until then, I haven't been walking anywhere, because my surroundings look like this:
Ice-walks and snow-globe streets. At least the snow is pretty (especially in Central Park); the ice is just plain out to get us all.

Earlier this week, before things got nasty AGAIN, I had my second Dr.'s appointment and things are looking good. My four little toes are fading to a blue-ish-purple eggplant color that you can kind of see through the wrappings.

My big toe is a bit shorter than my little toes, which is common, but it won't hurt anymore to walk and it's straight, so I don't even care. The funny thing is, my big toe (the one that was actually sliced open, broken, and pinned) doesn't have a single bruise and the bruises on my other toes end exactly at the bottom of the toe, so my foot and the incision look totally fine and you'd think my other toes had been run over. The incision is starting to heal, but is still very fragile so getting it wet remains a big no-no. This has been super difficult for me to accept. I'm a really bad sick or injured patient. Unless I can feel pain or my body really can't move, I will insist on living my life in a regular manner even if I'm supposed to be taking it easy. Lets all hope I never have to be on bed rest.

I'm not in pain anymore, except at night a little after a long day, and I can move pretty well now, but with this weather I haven't been able to use that movement to get anywhere. Both yesterday and today I've had to stay indoors because I physically cannot go outside without getting wet. It's just wet everywhere. The rain turned everything to puddles yesterday, and then last night it all turned to ICE. Today it's a combo of rain / ice which I thought I could maneuver through (ice is drier than snow, rain, or slush right?) but even I had to give in at the front door when I saw people skating by in their boots and coming into the building soaking wet. I had to admit defeat.

This means no work or school for me. Even though I tried convincing work I could give coming in a good attempt if the rain would let up, they gave me a reality check with:

Are you INSANE? Do you have windows in your apartment???? This is the worst day of weather of the whole year! The corners are ponds and the sidewalks are ice skating rinks. And yesterday I saw two men slip & fall on the sidewalk, so this is certainly not something for you to be out in. Just stay home and dry today. We will see you tomorrow. -H

So here I am, stuck indoors. Tom keeps trying to tell me it's a blessing, and to enjoy it, and that that's what sick days are for and I have plenty of them (I use about one a year, if that). It is just so hard for me to be stuck in one place when I know I'm supposed to be elsewhere and I am perfectly capable of being there if it weren't for all this bad weather. I'm trying to be productive though. I am so over TV and movies I stopped watching last weekend, which means I have time to focus on my "To-Do" list of cleaning, sorting, writing, researching, filing taxes, and calling family. I guess it's not so bad. I just miss the boys and doing my job!

February 15th is my scheduled "you're healed!" day. Or at least "you can wear a loose fitting tennis shoe now!" day. The countdown begins...

Stay warm and dry everyone! If you live in CA or AZ, I don't even want to know about it.

2011-02-01T11:07:00.000-05:00

One resolution
is all that I need this year:
Fall Deeper In Love.
{Tyler Knott}

Dear Month-of-Lovin,

You're my inspiration for all of 2011.
X-O-X-O,
She who will love and be loved

Wishlist

2011-01-31T03:19:00.004-05:00

I have decided that instead of fostering (or adopting) a dog or pup again, I want a pig.

Yes, I know, how very Charlotte's Web of me, but they actually make great household pets. Just here me out. They're smart, they're cute, they're actually quite clean, they respond to commands, they don't have fur so they don't agitate people with fur / dander allergies (like me), they can hunt for treasure (truffles anyone? lost socks?), they like going for walks (pig-on-a-leash-in-Central Park alert!), they're patient, gentle, and they enjoy learning new behaviors (like fetching the newspaper on a Sunday morning) and doing tasks (like mopping with their hooves--a whole new level of Swiffer).

Spring will be here soon (I'm counting down!) and I think adding a pig to my family of one would be an excellent way to welcome the new season, don't you?!

I won't be quite as outwardly enthusiastic as this....

But I will most definitely want to shout my joy from the rooftops if I got something as ADORABLE as this!
I'd get on a bike just like this (and Tom too) and shout loud and proud for my pig! Then we'd roll down this beautiful hill together and he'd eat grass while I set up a picnic. Doesn't that sound dreamy?!

Despite the fact that zoning in NYC states that you cannot have livestock as pets (of course I checked, and of course I considered petitioning; with these pictures), I'm filing this wish away for brighter days of big backyards and picket fences to come...

And it's not even 11 A.M.

2011-01-28T10:47:00.013-05:00

I have just had one of the most less-than-desirable mornings of my life.

Today was my first day back to school for the Spring semester. I think I'm almost done, but I kind of don't pay attention. I don't count credits, I just pile them all and figure once I'm out of courses to register for there will be a happy piece of paper I'm supposed to frame that says "All done! Thanks for the cash. Love, Your Local College" This semester I confidently took on a five day a week classes-in-a-classroom schedule. Check my pulse again in twelve weeks and ask me what I thought I was doing?

I got up early, and hopped around on one foot to brush my teeth and change my clothes and prepare for the extended commute time with the combo of my slow moving self and the slosh pile that is New York City, right now. My first thought every morning for the past week has been "Do I really have to change my underwear...?!" They're all the way up at my hips, and my broken, booted, bandaged foot is all the way down on the ground, and the amount of energy it takes to pull clothing over just that one foot should be measured and used as a Green Power Source or something. I really think I could fuse at least my bedroom light.

Anyways, after spending $34 on a fourty-five minute cab ride, because I can't walk much in general right now, let alone in slush, and school is of course all the way downtown, I arrived to class on time only to discover that the classroom was wrong. And at the other campus. Four blocks away. Through snow, ice, and slush puddles. I'd love to add barefoot and uphill for extra umph and whining-induced-pitty for myself, but it was bad enough with what I had on already. The other campus is a simple five minute walk away in water proof boots, normally, but now about thirteen minutes for a current gimp like me. A few choice words and prayers while trying to maneuver through Mother Nature's leftovers got me through. Yes, you can curse and pray at the same time. Thus far, I have not been struck down... I think it's because He understands.

Reaching the other campus in a glorified, dry and un-infected state I was then informed the classroom is, of course, aaaallllll the way at the end of the building. Ten more minutes (indoors thankfully) and the classroom turns out to be an office with a nice man letting me know that my professor made an mistake and asked that we be re-routed to another classroom, of course right next to the entrance I had just come from. Ten more minutes back (on an aching foot at this point) and I finally found my class, with fifteen minutes left. The professor apologized profusely for the printed mistake and not noticing it until yesterday when the school was closed due the blizzard, but reassured us that the room would not be changing again.

Ok, hurtle over come, it could be worse, I pump myself back up, am glad I wasn't the only one running around like a idiot (many other students came in with and after me), and was ready to go about my day! It was only 9:50 A.M. after all, I still had so much ahead to enjoy!

Ever ambitious, definitely in denial, and typically headstrong, I decided I could take the train one stop to work rather than spend more money on cabs like I've had to do all week. I wish insurance covered transportation during healing, too. Honestly I miss the train. I miss reading in my seat as we speed along underground in metal boxes of any-moment-adventures, or being shoved maliciously by strangers as everyone crowds to get on. It's a New Yorkers way of socializing and I kinda like it, okay?

One successful stop later and I'm feeling good! Until I get onto the block that spans W. 12th Street, 7th Ave, and Greenwich Ave all in one, and every. single. cross way. is piled high with snow or washed out with deep lakes of dirty melted nasty-ness. I really had not seen it this bad in my neighborhood or near the school, or I wouldn't have even considered training / walking. I physically could not get across and had just marooned myself by crossing onto that block. Of course, everywhere on the OPPOSITE side of the street, where I wanted to get to, was clear and unthreatening, but I was stranded. I circled the block twice evaluating every crossing and watching others cross (and come out sopping on the other side) and I felt completely stranded and helpless and angry and sore and stupid and jealous and like I'd played a mean joke on myself. I felt like a rat in a public maze and wondered if anyone in the surrounding coffee shops had begun counting how many times the peg-legged girl in the marshmallow North Face coat had circled.

Finally I re-tracked my steps back to my original exit off the train, mapped out a way to cross 7th Ave on one side, cross back over to the other, land on Greenwich Ave, walk in the street a little bit, cross over to W. 11th St and THEN get to the front doorstep of my job. In total, I circled the block for fifteen minutes, criss-crossed for ten, and walked five more just to get where I needed to go; arriving thirty minutes later for a usual jaunt (even in bad weather) that takes four and three quarter minutes tops. A $10 cab ride was seeming pretty worth it by the time I walked in, still early thankfully, with no kids to pick up from school because I had been smart enough to let people know I wouldn't be able to trek back and forth with children in this muck, and dumb enough to just prove it to myself.

Awoogachaucka!

without knowing how, or when, or from where

2011-01-28T09:03:00.001-05:00

If ever you find yourself not knowing how to express your love for someone in words that do it justice, here's a great back-up to carry around in your pocket.

A Peaceful Parting

2011-01-27T15:50:00.000-05:00

On December 26, 2011, my fraternal Grandfather, whom I called Papi, passed away. It was a peaceful and quiet passing at 3 p.m. in the afternoon, with Mami (my fraternal Grandmother) by his side. I was away on holiday vacation in California and could not make it to the services held in his honor, but I know they were full of a calm spirit and memories of a life well lived.

A week before I left on vacation I received an email about Papi's state of health. He had suffered another stroke and was in hospice care, no longer able to return home and likely not going to live much longer. I was told if I wanted to say my final goodbye's, now would be the time. I struggled trying to decide what to do. I had so much on my plate already with the upcoming travels and bad weather, and I was in the middle of finals that I had already been working on and studying for for weeks prior as well. It all came down to this last week. Of course there's no convenience to life's tragedies, and of course family comes before anything, but I felt deeply conflicted. You see, Papi had suffered from Alzheimer's for at least the past five years, and had mentally checked out awhile ago. We had been saying goodbye to him in a drawn out process that was sad and slow already and, if anything, I felt he deserved to truly rest in peace.

I emailed my family:

As for seeing Papi and saying a final goodbye, I feel really torn. Ideally, if I had the free time without school stressors, I would love to come and be with you all. However, after pondering it, I really feel that the memories I have of and with Papi are the way I would prefer to remember him, especially since I feel that Alzheimer's took who he was a long time ago. I really feel at peace with the bittersweet and inevitable time that his body and mind will finally get to rest together, and rejoice for him over the abundance of good things that lay waiting on the other side! (Like my Dad!) I truly hope that if and when his time comes I will be close enough to attend services in his honor / memory, but I don't feel the pressing need to see him in person right now. I think it would be more for moral support and togetherness as a family, rather than for him, really; he wouldn't know me nor the meaning of my presence. I would rather keep the positive memories in mind instead, and if I am able to see him in the New Year, I will. I certainly send my love and prayers to you all though!! I wish I could come see everyone, but unfortunately this weekend just isn't possible.

I felt tremendous guilt for not being able to be with my family at such a difficult time, but knew that I just could not make it to Montreal amid everything else I had going on, and I also knew that whatever goodbye's needed to be said had been already. I couldn't help but feel happy for Papi to get to move forward spiritually and leave his worn out body and mind behind. They had served him well, but they couldn't anymore.

When Mami called me the day after Christmas with the news, I felt a mixture of quiet settlement, and a sad, open sorrow for her. I can't even comprehend what it must be like to lose your spouse. Even if you believe, as we do, of a life hereafter, continuing on for the rest of this life still seems so painful to me. To lose a loved one IS so painful, no matter what you believe. I love and respect Mami so much for her dedication and love to her dear husband when his mind faded and his body gave out. Still she cared for him, stood by his side, refused to send him to an elderly home, and reminded us all that she had made vows to him and until she could no longer fulfill them she would watch over and care for him, even if he no longer knew her. That is a for better or worse kind of love. She is a remarkable woman in so many regards, and I felt for the emptiness her heart must have been feeling upon losing her husband twice, in a way; first mentally, and then physically, officially. Losing Papi so shortly after losing her son, my Dad, almost two years ago is a lot on the scale of emotions to process. I can't comprehend the sorrow of a grieving mother and widow, or the faith it takes to know this part isn't the end.

It's terrible to say, but the fact that I had a long, drawn out and prepared goodbye made losing my first Grandparent a little easier for me. My second familial death experience. It's never easy. It's actually very jarring. It feels like losing a piece of myself; my heritage; an integral part of how I came to be here. Perhaps because losing my Dad was so sudden and unexpected and this was more foreseen, it wasn't such a traumatic shock. Perhaps because not having closure or not getting to say goodbye is something I fear tremendously, this way of getting to say goodbye felt better to me. It felt complete because I got to say goodbye on my own terms. There was no unfinished business and so I could let go. Death is a weird thing. You love people differently and you mourn them differently. I guess that's life.

Amid the sorrow I know Mami, myself and my aunts and uncle feel, I know above all there is peace. I know my Dad was waiting to greet his father on the other side. He was probably really excited considering last time they saw each other Papi wasn't the most responsive and aware version of himself. I can only imagine all the catching up they must have had to do! Alzheimer's is rough, I tell ya! Sometimes I lack faith, or rather a lack of follow through in my faith, but never have I doubted my belief that families can be together forever. Never have I questioned where my Dad is, or where Papi would go when it was time for him to leave this Earth. Often I doubt if I'll live up to the standards of being able to be with them again myself, but mostly I just feel so blessed to have known, and come from, such righteous and dedicated men of faith.

I am thankful that Papi was able to live a long and prosperous life. To meet all of his grandchildren (the third and newest addition arriving just weeks before Papi's parting), to raise four children of his own, and to leave behind a legacy of strength, obedience, courage, determination, love and faith.

Chopsticks

2011-01-27T09:03:00.000-05:00

A couple weeks ago we got a new addition to my work-household. A piano!
Everyone was excited. Adults, kids, dogs, you name it. I grew up playing the piano from the time I was six, though I gave up lessons around middle school / high school when I took to playing the flute in marching band. (Yes, I was a band geek. Yes, the pictures of it are as bad as you would expect.) We have a large antique piano in my Mom's house that I grew up with. It was passed down to my Mom and, hopefully one day, will be passed to me. I love it.

My boss, Josh, plays the piano, and his son Jasper (6 1/2 yrs old) is very artsy and musically interested, so a piano is a great addition to their home. Jasper, being an lover of music and also of any new "toy" whatsoever, really wanted to be able to play it right away. Not plunk around on the keys, but play. Like most youngsters (and even some adults), Jasper struggles and gets agitated when things don't come easily to him. He has very little patience and does not like being told what to do unless he has tried and failed enough times to concede to help. He wants to be good at something immediately and does not like the thought of practice or hard work. I mean they don't call it hard for nothing! However, once he puts his mind to learning something and accepting help, he learns quickly and efficiently and clearly feels the pride of triumph. He really wanted to learn a song, so I offered to teach him one: Chopsticks.

It took about half an hour, half my patience, all of his, and a lot of repeated practice, but he got it! Without knowing the names of the notes or the melody of the song prior (until hearing me play it a few times to get it in his head) he picked it up real quick! He learned how to play the first part of Chopsticks, and he loved it. We were both so happy about this newly learned skill, and of course he couldn't wait to play it for anyone who came into the house. He did great! I was so proud, he was so proud, everyone was proud! He asked when he could begin taking real lessons and I hope his parents leap at his desire to do so. I think he could really excel at it, and playing an instrument when you want to makes having to practice it much more fun.

Maybe one day, he'll have practiced his way into an *amazing* rendition like this?!

Gimp Life: Week 1

2011-01-26T13:04:00.021-05:00

Well, my surgery was a success! Today I've been quarantined to a life indoors due to weather. Snow + Rain / Sleet = Dr. ordered me to stay home because it is impossible for me to get around outside without getting my foot wet or infected. It hasn't stopped snowing outside since I woke up this morning. It's beautiful, but not convenient. I really hate being so helpless, especially with such little range of motion, but at least I can type while sitting and resting. My foot is exhausted after being back at work for two days anyways, so the weather really did me a favor I guess. The down time is good, it's just not the most fun I've ever had.

The surgery was a lot quicker and easier than I had anticipated. I had a lovely little snooze in the operating chair, save for one slightly lucid moment where I came to and asked if I could watch. I'm really not the queasy type and I find stuff like this really interesting, so before I zonked out I noticed how easy it would be for me to just sit up and peek over the curtain separating my line of vision from my foot and with that being my last thought before I fell "asleep" I think that's why it was on my mind when I started coming to again. Anyways, I did not get to look, obviously, but I was really excited to see five straight toes peeking out of my bandages when it was over! I was told it was one of the toughest joints they had operated on. I know that's not a good thing, but I was flattered by my bone's uniqueness, of course. The bone was so set in its twenty six year old ways and so much cartilage had built up around the joint that they had to spend some extra time getting it straightened out. He said it was something he's only seen in sixty year olds or older. Thank goodness that's been taken care of!

I highly recommend Manhattan Podiatry to any one suffering from foot pain or problems. Every one is so nice and qualified and competent. It made me feel less nervous knowing my Dr. had been doing this for twenty three years. I can now feel silly about all my worries, which is the best kind of comfort and relief anyone can have!

For the first day, I was loopy to say the least. Tom picked me up afterward and in the five minutes I was left unattended before he arrived, I had already managed to post some silly-ness on Facebook. He did a video-interview with me when we got home, and man was I clearly on something. I was in a happy place! It was so weird being "medi-high". I was totally aware and functioning, I was just in a really dazed, nonchalant place and couldn't really focus on my intended actions--like proper use of the internet or having an in depth conversation with a Cheez-Its bag. It's definitely fun and funny, but I am so glad that addiction and substance use is not something I enjoy or am pulled to. I see the allure, especially after experiencing anesthesia and Vicodin, and I am so thankful I lack any sort of desire for it. My body adjusted to Vicodin well, and after the first day I've been fine when having to use it (no more cooky moments), which has only been once a day at night usually. My body did not adjust to the pre-opp antibiotics well though, and I got a minor infection which was really annoying. Otherwise everything has been going smoothly and the healing process is in process.

Yesterday I had my first post-opp appointment to have my bandages changed and my foot looked at. Of course I was super curious to see the incision and what my foot looked like underneath all the bandaging. I took pictures, but any normal person would think it looked like a disgusting Shrek foot so I'll spare you. I thought it looked awesome though, and my Dr. said it's healing nicely and it only gets better from here. I'm so happy with the end result already. There was little bruising, but some swelling. Today, after being on my feet for two days, however sparingly, I noticed that my toes have surrendered to a new hew of purple. It's expected / normal after getting back on my foot after three days of no use, but it still makes me feel sad for my poor foot. It aches and burns a lot, even more so when I'm on it, but it's still a better pain than what I felt just from walking around daily this past year. It's the better of two evils, with an end in sight. I find that walking or moving exhausts me really quickly. Monday and Tuesday I came home, took a Vicodin, and laid down in bed. I was beat. I had no idea how much of a workout walking is, especially when you suck at it. Definitely something I took for granted.

Work has been fine, though I'm incredibly slow. Both boys can out-walk me which must be a nice change for them since it's usually me dragging their slow little legs along. I have to say its been fun getting to be home with them though, instead of on the go, because we get to play games and spend time together more than usual. They're so busy that we don't get to "play" much anymore. Next week their after school classes start up again, so hopefully my energy is up a little more and my foot is able to keep up better.

Spring semester starts on Friday. I have class five days a week. My foot just winced in pain as I typed that sentence... Oh boy.

Showers have been a success, though somewhat of a yoga / kung-fu maneuver. I have a special bag cover for my foot so it doesn't get wet, but I'm so paranoid that I often find as many angles as possible to keep water from reaching it anyways. So far so good, but, again, showering is also not something I realized could wipe me out. After five minutes I'm ready to get out and take a nap.

I'm over being in a boot and not being at my fully functioning best. I still have three weeks to go though so I'm trying to exercise patience and let go of the things I cannot control. I'm so thankful for understanding and flexible bosses, kind and helpful roommates, and a boyfriend who must have a touch of saint-hood in his blood to be able to put up with me and my quick-to-snap attitude. I can be such a pain in the backside! I try to make up for it with wit and charm. I'm lucky to have so many caring friends and people, and I thank you all for your well wishes!

Now typing has made me tired. Really?! Yes. Time to go lie down. Bye!

Litany, recited

2011-01-25T07:35:00.002-05:00

Just when I thought a poem like this couldn't be more beautiful... it gets shown up by a 3 yr old. *Sigh*

“Litany”

“You are the bread and the knife,
the crystal goblet and the wine.
You are the dew on the morning grass
and the burning wheel of the sun.
You are the white apron of the baker,
and the marsh birds suddenly in flight.

However, you are not the wind in the orchard,
the plums on the counter,
or the house of cards.
And you are certainly not the pine-scented air.
There is just no way that you are the pine-scented air.

It is possible that you are the fish under the bridge,
maybe even the pigeon on the general’s head,
but you are not even close
to being the field of cornflowers at dusk.

And a quick look in the mirror will show
that you are neither the boots in the corner
nor the boat asleep in its boathouse.

It might interest you to know,
speaking of the plentiful imagery of the world,
that I am the sound of rain on the roof.

I also happen to be the shooting star,
the evening paper blowing down an alley
and the basket of chestnuts on the kitchen table.

I am also the moon in the trees
and the blind woman’s tea cup.
But don’t worry, I’m not the bread and the knife.
You are still the bread and the knife.
You will always be the bread and the knife,
not to mention the crystal goblet and—somehow—the wine.”

— Billy Collins

Wishlist

2011-01-22T10:55:00.026-05:00

I'm always on the hunt for the perfect one piece.
Two pieces are easy because there's so much selection, but one pieces, hot, well made, sexy and sleek one pieces that is, are a rare find.
In the wake of yet another blizzard on the rise, and with all this couch-arrest time on my hands, I think we could all use some thoughts aimed at warmer, happier things!
Say no to frump and hello to fabulous!
(Side Note: How does one brave a rain / snow blizzard without getting his or her broken foot wet thus causing severe infection? Suggestions appreciated!)

1. Pinnate Maillot

2. Swept Sash Maillot

3. Ikat Plunge Halter (!!!)

Three sexy suits from {Pearl Swimwear}

I wish I had shots of all the backs, but
I've seen them in person and they are
very sleek. Here's one example.

Diary of a soon-to-be Gimp

2011-01-20T23:00:00.005-05:00

Dear Diary,

Tomorrow I'm having foot surgery. Yikes!

It will be the first time I've ever been put under anesthesia (a trip to the twilight zone, as my Dr. calls it) or given a prescription for anything stronger than Advil. I'm feeling a little nervous. I can't decide what I'm more nervous about: being put under but only under enough not to be able to say "Hey I can still feel everything!!!" (that documentary I saw twenty years ago about that very thing happening to surgery patients has scared and scarred me for life!) OR the things that may come out of my mouth post-surgery, in a drugged and star-crossed daze, right before I infuse it further by popping Vicodin. Since I've never been under the influence of anything in my life, I feel like giving me Vicodin might just be like giving sugar to a baby for the first time. I wouldn't put it past Tom to record any "tender moments".

I cannot be held responsible for out-of-the-norm words or actions I may say or do when on a medication that strictly prohibits driving or operating heavy machinery while taking it, let alone consuming alcohol, and can be sold for more than I make in a week. Yet, I'll still be allowed to work and play with children... Hmmmm...

This surgery has been a couple months in the making and, leading up to it, I have been really nervous about things that might seem silly, like not being put under enough, or being put under too much and crossing over to the other side for good. I mean really, the procedure is routine, I have an excellent doctor whom a friend used for surgeries on both his feet, and it's something quite common (even if I'm much much younger than the norm and have a more pronounced case than is common). But in any situation, things can happen, stuff does go wrong, even during the most routine procedures, and so I'll just let myself have my worries, face my fears, and then enjoy laughing about it later when none of them come true.

Anyways, my nerves have mostly calmed and now that I'm a mere night's sleep away from fixing my foot, I'm actually excited! I'm ready not to be in pain when I walk anymore. I'm ready to fit into heels easier and have both feet be able to stand them equally, instead of one giving up before we're out the door and the other one making fun of it for being a wus and ruining the night. Yes, I'm ready to be pain free. Well, after they break my toe, cut pieces out of it, put a pin in it, and it heals for four weeks in a weekly changed bandages and a walking boot, that is. Yes, THEN I'll be ready not to be in pain when I walk! I hope it works. Wouldn't that suck if not! As my Dr. says (I like quoting him 'cause he's so positive and confident), "You're young, you're healthy, it's past time this was taken care of, and it's going to be great!" So hooray!

The recovery will probably be the roughest part. I'm gearing up for some pain. Although I hear good things, I also hear painful things. I don't really know what to expect, and my tolerance is usually pretty good when it comes to pain or discomfort, but I know I'll be down and out over the weekend for sure and there's no way I'll be going up and down six flights of stairs to pick Hayden up from school that first week back. Thank goodness for helpful Moms willing to bring him down to ground level for me (that's right, a private school in NYC without an elevator--don't ask me where the tuition goes). Thank goodness for understanding bosses who know I'll be slow moving, maybe even slow thinking. Thank goodness for a boyfriend ready and willing to wait on me hand and two-feet and be there for physical and emotional support. I'll be couch potato-ed for quite a few days, and I really don't do well when forced to sit still; I need an enforcer.

I'm a little worried about going back to work next week, since my job is very walking based, but I know how to ask for help and I refuse to feel guilty about not being able to do everything. If I don't heal properly I'll only be helpless for longer, so I may as well suck it up, take it slow, and finish strong!

One cool tid-bit: my stitches will be inside and underneath my skin, so the surface incision will grow back together naturally, the stitches underneath will dissolve, and there shouldn't be a very visible scar (if visible at all) within six months to a year! Even though I don't care about the scar because it's just my foot and it'll be small anyways, I think that new bit of healing help was pretty nifty.

Although I had the worst pedicure of my life tonight, I refuse to let that dampen the mood of enjoying my last moments of my fast paced routine. I will bask in the glory of my final shower in the morning (before I have to make certain my bandages don't get wet, I can't fully shave my legs, and I may fall over and need to be naked-rescued--it'll be an interesting month of hygiene care). I squeezed in some extra quick, bouncing steps up and down the subway stairs today, walked blocks and blocks in minutes (trying to go faster than usual just because I knew I could), and I've been wearing high heels at some point every day for the past week so I'll have fond memories to call upon during my sentence of one tennis shoe and a thick plastic block to drag around for the next twenty-eight days! I also muscled up one last wrestle with the kiddos (even though tonight I accidentally plopped Jasper on his neck and felt horrible! He bounced back quick--after a screaming anger / pain fit--and wanted another go; typical boy) . Yes I've been reveling in my final moments as my original self, on my original feet, even with my original pain. Tomorrow I'll be a new me. It's kind of weird. I'll go to sleep with my old foot and wake up with a new and improved one! My foot will learn to grow and function correctly, and I might even get a few good and legal hallucinations in there in the process!

So here I go. From Super Sarah, to Gimpy Girl. I think I'm ready... Prayers, fingers, and crooked toes crossed!

If I don't make it out alive, well, at least my foot will still be feeling good on the other side!

Love,
Sarah

Pretties

2011-01-16T23:16:00.001-05:00

I actually watched the Golden Globes LIVE for the first time this year! It was a mellow Sunday and two of my three roomies were home and we ended up glued to the couch even though it was recording on DVR. I usually just watch the Red Carpet events and then later I speed through the rewards, but I got sucked in this year.

These dresses made my waist line gasp and my heart thump with desire...

:: Claire Daines in a one-of-a-kind Calvin Klein dress designed for her just because she liked the color. Sigh. ::

Her award made me cry because her guest of honor Temple Grandin--whom she played and won the award for the role--was with her. It was really special to watch them embrace and cry happy tears together before she accepted the Globe.

:: Anne Hathaway in Armani Privé. Oh my heart. I especially loved the back! ::

:: Olivia Wilde in Marchesa. LOVE!!!! ::
:: Scarlett Johanson in Ellie Saab. ::

:: Sandra Bullock in Jenny Packham. I think hers and Scarletts have some flowy / color similarities. They seem to share many similar tastes... ;) ::
:: My least favorite was Michelle Williams. Love her. Hated the dress. Shocked it was Valentino. Really??!! ::

Did you watch the awards or the Red Carpet? Who do you think was best and worst dressed?

Top Eleven...

2011-01-16T14:42:00.001-05:00

...blogs I'm LOVING right now, and think you will too:

1. {Reagan's Blob} is MY FAVORITE! It's the one I look forward to reading the most. Lucky for me, she posts often so I get an almost-daily treat. This girl will rock your socks, or your hair if you're lucky enough to get her in person or smart enough to follow her DIY videos. You cannot help but fall in love with her quirky, honest, and sensitive posts, as well as her sense of humor and word creations (ahem, DBJ aka Don't Be Jeal... I'm trying so hard not to be a copy cat, but it's catchy!) From fashion to hair to motherhood, to love and loss and the trials that make life sucky-amazing all at once, Reagan's blob is sure to inspire and addict anyone. I'm convinced she's changing the world one IP address at a time. Most often she "blobs" about her three year old daughter Piper, who has a rare disease called Cerebro Costo Mandibular Syndrome. Piper is like a human pixie and I just want to squeeze her to bits, even though I've never met her. I hope some day soon I can be a guest of honor at "Piper's House". Until then, I feel so lucky to be friends with her talented and fun parents and obsess over videos and blob posts. I could gush about their awesome arses forever, but I'll let you figure it out for yourself.

2. {A Cup of Jo} for travel tips, decor, pretty things, gift ideas, and a daily dose of happiness.

3. {High Heels and Diet Dr. Pepper} for recipes, fashion photos, designer spaces, and helping feel close to my dear friend even though she's much too far away for comfort.

4. {Bippity } for discovering such fun / creative photographs, among other inspirations, and sharing. (A few favorites from Dancers Among Us--I wish I could post every single one!)

::Karen Ellis-Wentz, The Highline::

::Jorge Torres, Washington Square::

5. {Dear blank, please blank} for cracking me up with their simple one liners.

Dear Waldo,
On a scale of Anne Frank to Osama Bin Laden, how good was my hiding spot?
Sincerely, Saddam Husein

Dear Twilight Fans,
Please realize that because vampires are dead and have no blood pumping through them, they can never get an erection. Enjoy fantasizing about that.
Sincerely, Logic

Dear Noah,
We could have sworn you said the arc wasn't leaving til 5.
Sincerely, Unicorns

Dear Racist,
Your car is Japanese. Your beer is German. Your wine is Spanish. Your democracy is Greek. Your coffee is Colombian. Your tea is Chinese. Your watch is Swiss. Your fashion is French. Your shirt is Indian. Your shoes are Thai. Your radio is Korean. Your Vodka is Russian. And then you complain that your neighbor is an immigrant?
Sincerely, Lets just all live and let live

6. {Lil' Man Xan with the Master Plan} for giving me a dose of nephew, bestie, and side-cramp-laughs all at once when I can't get my fix in person. Nobody makes yogurt messes or rap videos better!

7. {OnceWed} for providing an outlet to indulge in until it becomes a reality.

8. {rebeccalandsoodak} not only for being my former boss, but for always telling it how it is.

9. {The Daily What} for their randomnesses of the day.

10. {i can read} for their words of inspiration.

11. {Filth Wizardry} for giving me crafty ideas for the kids I work with and the one inside me.

What are your favorite blogs?!

Birthday Threats

2011-01-12T19:01:00.008-05:00

Today, as I was squeezing the boys back into their fifteen item day-after-a-snow-storm outfits after their gymnastics / gymjitsiu classes, I overheard this tantrum exchange from daughter to mother:

DAUGHTER (about five or six years old and angry crying about something she did not have her way with): Aaaaarrrrggggghhhhhh!!!! (sob, sob, sniff, sniff) Mommy, I'm so mad at you that I am NOT getting you anything when your birthday comes. Do you hear me??!! NOTHING.
MOTHER: Calmly trying to keep her wits, though steam was clearly swirling out her ears, as she attaches item number thirteen of her daughter's fifteen itemed outfit and strong breathes through her nose in that classic attempt to keep from saying something regrettable.
DAUGHTER: Do you hear me?! I said NOTHING. You. Are. Not. Getting. ANYTHING. For. Your. BIRTHDAY. Humph!

I couldn't help but cover my mouth in a nearby sweater to muffle the appreciative chuckle for both parties. On the daughter's part, the fact that the worst thing she could possibly say or think of was not giving her mom a present on her birthday speaks both to her sensitivity and her innocence. And of course I sympathized with the mother as she gritted her teeth and hastily got out of there with her screaming child in tow. I wanted to pat her on the back and say "Some days are just a punch in the bees balls, arent' they!"

The Last of 2010

2011-01-12T07:05:00.001-05:00

Between finals, packing, working, volunteering, socializing, and boyfriending I didn't have time to mention some very fun highlights that wrapped up my 2010...

The week before Thanksgiving it was my turn to plan date night for the week. I decided sleeping outside in thirty degree weather on a cold slab of concrete in the middle of Rockefeller Center alongside a fully operating street in New York City sounded perfect.

Camping out for SNL is easily one of my top ten favorite "only in New York" experiences that I had been wanting to share with Tom all year. So we did it! And we did it in style. Learning from past cold winter nights (this was my fourth time) and knowing Tom was a little skiddish about the idea of sleeping on the street (he's no fool!), we decided a blow up mattress and sleeping bags would be the best way to go. We brought a Queen size air mattress, zipped two sleeping bags together, and called it bed. Our "campsite" also included a folding chair, reading material, snacks, trash bag, and electronic devices to keep us entertained when we weren't snuggling or sleeping. We lined up around 8pm and slept for most of the night in between visiting with people in line or making a couple runs to McDonald's for a bathroom / hot chocolate break. Now the catch to all this time under the skyscrapers is that the tickets are stand-by and there's no guarantee that we, or anyone in line, will get in the following night. Everyone gets a ticket, even if they show up at 6:55 a.m. thinking all 200 people in line are sure to get in. Miracles happen I guess... Getting in depends on those who applied for and received real tickets for the season and then don't show up (thank you!), thus leaving a spot for people on stand-by to take the seats available in numerical first-in-line, first-in-the-studio order. Yes it could all be for nothing in the end. Still, the people I've met and the experiences I've had make it totally worth it even if I don't get in. Which has, very luckily, still not happened to me!

Somehow, my streak of luck continues and we got in (with numbers 22 and 23) to the rehearsal show (my personal favorite). Anne Hathaway was hosting (she is so lovely and talented!) and Florence and the Machine were the musical guest. We re-enacted this little episode when Florence performed Dog Days. I mean how could you not?! Precious. It was definitely a date night to remember.

*****

Another highlight to wrap up a good year was seeing the Goo Goo Dolls in concert! I'm pretty sure my cousin and I were the oldest people there... aside from the band itself which started out in 1986; I was two then. My mid-twenties crisis officially set in at this show. The Goo Goo Dolls front man John Rzeznik has certainly had some tweaks and pulls done, but luckily their music is still fresh and wonderful and it was awesome to sing along to so many "classics" that had been on a repeat soundtrack to my life and many of my road trips, and often still are.

I love that when they started playing Black Balloon, people from the crowd had come prepared with black balloons that floated and bounced around the room. The didn't play this favorite (back when music videos were shot outdoors, barefoot, uphill, in the cold), but they did play this one (a version from their early days at Woodstock '98--see, old).

*****

Last but certainly not least, Tom and I were the lucky guests of one of the NY Rangers photographers, who took us to see the Rangers vs. Flames game. Tom, being from Calgary, is an AVID Flames fan so he began counting down for this game as soon as it had been posted. It was like his birthday, Thanksgiving, and Christmas came early! We had already planned on getting tickets, and then our friends Andrew (Rangers photographer) and Sara asked if we'd like to join them as guests that night. I'm surprised Tom didn't fall over after all his jumping and clapping. It was an intense game, especially since I was cheering for the Rangers and Tom for the Flames, and of course we had a bet against each other. Turns out Rangers won. I was sympathetic for the duration of time it took the exit the stadium and then I might have basked in the glory of my win as well. Good night, good friends, good way to close out the year!

Mystery of the Magazines

2011-01-11T15:37:00.000-05:00

Almost two years ago, right after my Dad died, an interesting thing happened... I began receiving magazine subscriptions to magazine's I'd never subscribed to.

Naturally skeptical, I waited for a promo bill, a notice that my name / address had been mixed up with someone else's, an angry neighbor at my door accusing me of stealing, or figured it was just a one or two time thing as free promotion in hopes that then I would want to subscribe. Time passed, magazines kept coming, and that's all. It wasn't a promotion, I never received a bill or advertisements or "this *free (*nothings free in this world) promotion is going to expire, subscribe now!" notices. I just received two magazines in the mail every month for a year; Rolling Stone and another music magazine I can't remember at the moment. I couldn't help but wonder if I ended up on some random spam list that was actually beneficial to me, or if someone was thinking of an anonymous way to cheer me up by bringing monthly cheer to my door without having to get in my face about it (cause face to face pity really doesn't help, no matter how well meaning people are).

Ever the optimist, I decided to take into account that I never get things delivered to my home address when I shop online, and I've had the same single magazine subscription of my own for over five years without ever once receiving a random "promo" one from connected companies or even a clothing catalog. I try to stay far from those lists. Once, my best friend bought me a subscription to Parents Magazine for my birthday, but she told me about it because it was a gift. A wonderful gift! (And yes I read Parents Magazine even though I'm not a parent. I still get to parent children, so that counts too I say.) This time, however, whomever I mentioned this magazine conundrum to seemed as baffled as I was. Or perhaps they're really good at bluffing, I may never know! I decided to just accept it as a quiet gift until there was reason to think otherwise. Addressed exactly to me, without any weird spellings or symbols, right up my alley in personal taste, and never asking for renewal or sending a bill, they must have been sent to me by a thoughtful someone, right? Well that's what I decided, and it made feel good. I felt flattered and grateful and enjoyed reading about rock stars monthly.

After that year, my lease ended at that apartment, I moved, and the magazines stopped coming. It was a fun fluke that I thought a genius way to do something nice and anonymous for someone. I was definitely inspired and touched.

Now, a year later at the new address, last month, and again this month, another free magazine that I've never heard of (but absolutely love now) arrived in my mailbox. A DIY household magazine, full of recipes, projects, and design ideas for the home. What?! Where is it coming from, how does the sender know I love this stuff, and why me?! I don't know what to make of it. Either I'm being followed by a magazine fairy who knows my needs and tastes well, I have a secret subscribing admirer, or spam has taken a turn for the better and I am one happy beneficiary. I don't know!!

All I know is, I love surprises. I love good deeds. I love gifts with "no strings attached" and people who think of others without bragging about it or expecting something in return. I love that amid all the crazy and sad horrors we see, experience, and hear about daily there may be, just maybe, a magazine magician out there trying to cheer up the world with small and simple gestures that reach much further than a mailbox.

Thank you, whoever you are (if you're a who) or whatever it is (if it's a what).

Wishlist

2011-01-10T20:49:00.000-05:00

This Scarf looks like it would keep me fashionably nice and toasty during the next blizzard we're expecting tomorrow night. Even though it's "the next" it will actually be my first of the season, since I was lucky enough to be away for the last one. Darn it, I thought I'd escaped!

I made Cupcake Lasagna again the other night. I have a feeling it will be a staple in my household to come. Easy to make, easy to eat, easy to be healthy about it. For more adult appropriate occasions, or "take as much as you wish" portions, making it in this pan would be just as fun!

And what a sweet, fun, and creative way to anonymously (or purposefully) brighten someone's day with a polaroid note. I like leaving secret notes for secret people I've never met.

Of course, someday, I'll definitely need to have one of these hangers to hang something special on.

On [Babies in the Bed]

2011-01-07T10:00:00.001-05:00

Tom and I have hit a debatable and sensitive "in our potential future this is / is not going to happen" debate in our relationship, and sort of hit an impasse. So, my reading royalty, I turn to you!

Over the past few months we have watched and reflected on friends and families sleep training their children. Not merely getting them to sleep at night, but more importantly getting them to sleep in their own beds at night. I, being in the childcare business, have pretty strong but flexible opinions, both personal and professional, about how parents should handle the inevitable times when their door quietly creaks open at 2 a.m. and little pitter patters infringe on their sacred sleeping space. Tom, based on how he was raised and what he does and does not like or want on his sheets / in his sleeping area, has one singular opinion that cannot be rocked, swayed, changed, or persuaded.

Thus, I present you with The Case For Babies in the Bed.

Plaintiff: Sarah vs. Defendent: Tom

Fair Jury of our Peers: You!

Here's what I ("the plaintiff") think: I think children should be taught to sleep in their own beds. I think the consistency and routine they follow when they are sleep trained as babies to sleep through the night should also follow into the next phase of slumber changes when they get their own big girl / boy bed. It's completely natural for a child to want to wander out of a bed that no longer has bars on the side and see where they can go. Of course they usually wind up with Mom and Dad and of course once they've realized there is a bigger, comfier, cozier bed that could provide endless snuggles throughout the night they are not gonna wanna miss out! However, I don't think they should be allowed to crawl in and sleep the night away and I hope I can remain consistent when it comes my turn to get up at all hours of the night (repeatedly I'm sure) and put my child back in their own bed. Over and over. While they're screaming and crying. On this, Tom and I agree. Where we hit an impasse is in the morning, or when a child is sick. I think in the mornings, especially since kids tend to wake up way to early for my liking, the kids should be allowed to hop in bed and snuggle up. Thus allowing me a few extra z's and allowing them that coveted snuggle time. Which really is also a parent's coveted snuggle time because eventually they'll get older and barely even want to be in the same room as their parents, let alone in bed with them! It passes too quickly. That is what every parent tells me to remember and that is always how I feel when another birthday comes and I watch all the kids I've cared for grow in a flash. I think times when a child is sick, or has a nightmare, or if a parent is out of town and it's a "special" night, it's OK to allow them into bed. I don't agree with it being a habit, and I do think it's important for children to know that Mommy and Daddy have their own space, their own room, and their own bed and to learn to respect that. But really, what's the harm in family time on 500 count Egyptian Cotton?

Tom ("the defendant") thinks: Children should NEVER be in their parents bed. EVER. If they need to they can pull up a blanket and pillow next to the bed and sleep there, but they may not climb into bed. Period. If they're sick, a parent can sleep with the child in their bed or on the couch, but the kid is not allowed in the parent's bed. That's how he was raised (according to his memory--I have yet to question his mother or siblings on this so called fact) and he thinks that is the most appropriate way to set boundaries and teach children about sleeping in their own bed. While I understand the importance in wanting to distinguish Mommy / Daddy's private space, I say Good Luck with that pal! I think you will treasure those extra twenty minutes while your child lays next to you watching Dora the Explorer, or the sweet squeezes of a two year old fresh out of bed who just wants to love you and kiss you until you make her pancakes. You will learn how treasured it is that they come in to wake you every morning until the day they're too old to need / want to. Once they can make toaster waffles and watch cartoons without even bothering to check if you're awake, it's over mister.

The Settlement: One olive branch I'm trying to extend as a way to "settle out of court" is that, should we have kids together (cause for now this is just an argument we are thoroughly drawing out for no specific reason), they can come into our room in the morning and snuggle up with us until they hit age five. I figure then they'll begin to outgrow the desire to come get us anyway, and likely treasure the new found freedom of not having us peer over their shoulders as soon as they're awake, right? At least I did. An extra hour of cartoons without Mom ever knowing! Boo-yah!

What do you readers think? Maybe I need to be more understanding and on board with Tom's stricter opinions? What are your household rules about kids coming into your room in the middle of the night or early morning? Did you do something different as you had more kids or have you stuck to the same patterns with each? Do you walk them back to their rooms countless times if they come in at night? What is your bedtime routine / sleep training trick?

Feel free to add your two cents in a blog-comment or in the Formspring box on the upper right corner of this page.
(I am SO sorry for not replying to Formspring stuff yet--I'm way behind but I sooooo appreciate all the comments and questions that have been submitted! Thank you!!)

A Work Rant

2011-01-06T20:52:00.054-05:00

PREFACE: I love my job. If / when I blog or talk about work, 90% of the time it's all good things. I love the kids, they are the cutest. I also love that I can go home at night. Especially on days like today.

Today, between the hours of 4pm and 6pm, I was fired three times, called stupid, stupid head, stupid Sarah, poop-head, poopie-pants, poop-face, dumb-dumb, doh-doh, stink-brain-farty-poop-head-stupid-butt (creative yes...by the thirtieth insult, not so much), any repetition of word scrambles that could sound like insults, growled at, body slammed, yelled at and complained to non-stop by a six a half year old. It was a rough two hours. Is it wrong that I then took solace in the fact that when the date-night babysitter arrived and these things became aimed at her, I found myself sighing with relief and kind of enjoying passing the tortured torch to her? "Six P.M. have a nice night (giggle, giggle)!" There is comfort to be found in the suffering of other sitters. That's right, I said it.

Now back to my rant*....

First of all, who teaches / where is it picked up / how does a six and half year old know the words "You're fired" or "My parents will fire you" and can then explain the definition to his three and a half year old sibling?!?!?! Unacceptable. Sad. Wrong. Pitiful. Offensive. Flabbergasted. I felt all of the above. I don't know where he picked it up, but it is by far one of the most disgustingly rude things I think I've ever heard from a child. "You're Fired", "Shut-Up" and "Stupid" should not be acceptable household phrases. But if there's no punishment to fit the crime, what can ya do, right? That's the catch to this kid-rearing career; you can only discipline so much before it's out of your jurisdiction. Or, you're fired for reals.

Once, when I was doing a trial for a ridiculously rich family with ridiculously entitled snobby-little-brat children (really, I've never been so appalled) I remember the little girl matter-of-factly remarking that if at some point during my time with them she and her brother decided they didn't like me anymore they could just ask their parents to fire me. She wasn't saying she didn't like me (she did) nor was she being rude about it or suggesting anything, she was simply trying to help me learn how things worked by explaining to me that should I fail to meet her likable standards in the future, one click of her tongue is all it would take. I found this to be true when I asked her Mother what happened to the last nanny and she matter-of-factly told me the kids didn't like her anymore so they let her go. Needless to say I turned down their job offer that came a few days later. That's the only time I've ever heard a child express control over a person in such a way, and she was ten not six!

I swear my blood boiled today. Almost as much as the time I got spat in the face, only today it was a metaphorical spray that spanned the kitchen and completely shocked me. I just could not believe my ears. My retorting thoughts said, "Not if I quit first you little bugger." Quickly followed by, "If only I didn't love you so much and know what a truly nice boy you are. Please hurry up and eat your dinner so the nice boy hiding inside can come back and play." I swear if that kid doesn't get food in him in time, a ticking monster-bomb goes off and KA-BOOM!!! he's a terror.

He can be one tough terror. He's actually the most challenging (and with that the most rewarding) child I have ever worked with in my entire thirteen year career. Some days I really, really, REALLY miss the days of ADD / ADHD challenges with one of my past "charges" who was, in no uncertain terms, a tough case. Today I missed that kid. I miss him (and see him) often because of the bond we formed amid the struggles and fun we shared, but today I actually missed the struggles. The screaming, the cussing (I can understand a well placed, curse filled venting spree better than a shut-up you're fired spree--feels less personal I guess), the inability to sit and eat simultaneously (you think it's easy, but not when your brain is spouting off thirty other things you need to be doing and your body is uncontrollably following), the medications, the vacations from medications in order to adjust doses (words are null and void then, I basically communicated with a hand on the shoulder and a shove in the right direction--like away from oncoming traffic), the melt downs, and the power struggles (once I held the door shut for thirty minutes while he screamed at the top of his lungs and kicked the door--his Mom high-fived me and said I had a gift for consistency). And yet, the oldest of the two "charges" I have now is by far the hardest one I've ever had. A different kind of hard. A defiant, behavioral kind of hard. I like a challenge, and I like the rewards, but sometimes I just reach my wits end. We all do, in any job. Luckily I usually hit mine around five fifty five P.M. and I walk out the door at six. Phew!

Second of all, the complaining**. OH THE COMPLAINING. "My sandwich was peanut butter and jelly but that's not what I wanted. / School was bad, nothing fun happened: we had cupcakes but we only got one and I didn't get to pick first./ We had a farewell party for a girl moving away, but I don't really care if she's moving so it wasn't fun. / We didn't play the game I wanted to play in skills yard. I wanted to run and it was fast walking and I hate walking so it wasn't fun. / Nothing's fun. / Can we buy something? We never buy anything; I don't get anything new ever (this after Christmas one week ago and a house overflowing with toys). / I hate going to [insert class, sibling's class, park, or activity here]. / Why can't we get a smoothie every day? Why can't I have chips? Nothing's fun! / I'm bored. / I wanted to play with that toy first! (Taking interest in a toy he had never noticed until his sibling had it) / That's not fair! / Give me milk--dessert--dinner--treat--toy or I'll hit you in the leg (although I must say he is *awesome* at saying please, usually, so must've done something right!) / Pick up my back pack--kleenex--game--clothes, I don't want to. (But at least he does, knowing I won't)." And it goes on, and on, and on, and on. The Energizer Bunny would be proud. Complaints, demands, unsatisied comments about the state of his ever-so-rough life. You can see how it can begin to grate on my last nerve....

My poor boyfriend. After a day like that, by the time I get home from work at night if Tom complains about his shoes hurting or a paper cut, I fly off the handle with "IF YOU DON'T HAVE ANYTHING NICE TO SAY DON'T TALK TO ME FOR THE REST OF THE NIGHT!!!"

It is so draining to hear complaints and put downs every other minute. Listening to someone complain and complain and complain and never be satisfied is the opposite of the bees knees. What would that be, the bees balls? A kick in the bees balls, I think. It's a kick in the bees balls to put up with whining, complaining, and grumbling.

Now, I'm not pointing blame or saying he's a bad kid or anything like that. I'm just ranting. His behavior is part of growing up and testing boundaries and becoming accustomed to certain expectations unless taught otherwise. We all complain. We all have off days. Especially kids. I know that. We all want to fire someone or call them a poopie-head at various times in our lives. It's just that kids do it A LOT, and when you're trying to teach them how to be upstanding citizens and to respect their peers, their elders, their siblings, their parents, and themselves, and it just isn't rubbing off as quickly as you'd like, well, bees balls people, bees balls. For me, this behavior is a work hazard I knowingly signed up for.

WARNING: This career path (or parenting path if you so choose to birth your own) may (read: definitely will) contain children who will complain and never say thank you for the next five years; brace yourself, and blog-rant if needed.

On the bright side, maybe, just maybe, after these years of hard work and manner training, the fruits of my labors (and yours too if you struggle with this) will reveal themselves in grown upstanding citizens after all! Here's hoping I'm alive to see it, poop face. Until then, I withstand! I withstand those moments when he gets what he asks for, and then complains that there's something wrong with when / how / or what he got. I withstand when I take him out for a fun activity and he comes home complaining that he only got to stay for an hour, not three. I withstand the name calling and empty threats stemming from an empty belly. I withstand that there's just no break from the complaining or end to the teasing until they forget or get over it or learn to see the bright side. I withstand it all over again when the younger one hits this phase in a short few months. (The F-ing Fours are on the horizon yet again... Dun. Dun. Dun.) I chant "it could be worse" like it's my own personal serenity prayer. Because it really could be much worse.

Luckily, during those other minutes (because remember, it's only every other minute I have to withstand), there are the most wonderful moments, too. Really sweet, rewarding, memorable moments that make it worth it (after I've had a twelve hour break to remember them all--oh motherhood, I feel 1/2 your pain and fear I may crumble when it's my turn to bear it all). I remember, remember, the encouragement, smiles, jokes, laughter, artwork, homemade ceramic cups, game playing and creating, wrestling, being taught instead of teaching, reading stories, singing songs, wiggling teeth, nicknaming teeth, having tickle fights, witnessing milestones, etc. I must remember, oh remember, that there are worse things than poo-spouting name calling. Sticks and stones. Rubber and glue. It's all about the offsets. Today there just wasn't an offset. Tomorrow, tomorrow, I love ya tomorrow! I don't know what was up, but today was hard knock, with no rest for the Nanny.

*: A rant is a speech or text that does not present a calm argument; rather it is typically an enthusiastic speech or talk or lecture on an idea, a person or an institution. Rants can be based on partial fact or may be entirely factual but written in a comedic/satirical form.
**: Complaining is to express feelings of pain, dissatisfaction, or resentment. To make a formal accusation or bring a formal charge. The act of dwelling on the negative. The more you complain, the more you summon your creative energies to attract something to complain about.

Stalling

2011-01-03T19:16:00.006-05:00

In lieu of an actual post, because it's been over 2 weeks since I've even been on a computer (glorious!), and to get me back into the blogging groove (it's so easy to stall when you have so much to catch up on) I give you the current song that is on repeat in my music repertoire. I know it's not "coming on Christmas" anymore, but I think this cover is so beautiful I can't stop listening yet.

Original Lyrics by Joni Mitchell

Wishlist

2010-12-10T19:26:00.004-05:00

Pac Man Cookie Cutters = Need, Need, Neeeeeeed!!!!!

These band aids are so fun!
(These may be sold out--I couldn't find them on the site anymore-- but I hope they get more so I can have some!)

A fashionable way to nest

2010-12-05T17:35:00.006-05:00

I found these hand made Nesting Dolls on Etsy and I think they are such a fun and simple household decor item, don't you? To sit on a floating shelf and keep secrets, wishes, treasures, fortunes, spare change, house keys or potpourri in? Or for a very fashion forward little girl to play with. I'm not a fan of the color pink (I know, shame on me) but I absolutely love the biggest photo doll and her sitting pose in this set and I admit this is my favorite bunch. If you're not a fan of pink either, the designer has created sets of each color scheme and various fashions, all one of a kind. Neat!

White Trash Weekend

2010-11-18T14:25:00.001-05:00

Once upon a time wayyyyy back in August (because I mostly suck at moment-to-moment blogging), Tom and I took a whirlwind trip to Utah for a visit totaling thirty two hours. Arriving Saturday morning at 10am, departing Sunday night at 5pm. Talk about a quickie!

He had renters moving out / in to his condo and family to see and asked if I wanted to tag along? Pretty much every church friend I grew up with now lives in UT, including my best friend and his wife (who were actually on the brink of moving at the time) and of course I couldn't pass up an invitation to meet Tom's family (aka "the potentials"). It was a fast and exhausting trip, but so much fun!

We arrived Saturday morning and Tom's look-a-like older brother, Tyler, was nice enough to fetch us from the airport and take us to his sister's massive and beautiful house about a 1/2 hour away. We pretty much threw our stuff down and ran out the door to run errands, meet the new renters, and make it to lunch with friends. Tom's condo is really nice and I liked seeing it. It felt a little like setting foot in a time capsule of his past, who he was, the life he led and such, which was kind of weird, but mostly it was really cool to see that side of things--the old home front. Before we went to lunch he even drove me to the BYU Provo campus and walked me around the buildings he'd studied in and gave me a quick run down of all the history there. It was so cool to see where he had spent so many significant years studying and working to get to where he is today. With me! The campus is beautiful and the surrounding mountains gave off this empowering sense of inspiration that I don't really know how to explain. I can see why so many people love the beauty and landscape of Utah.

After my personal tour, we went to lunch with friends at Sizzler. Yes, Sizzler; that was my pick. My white trash roots forever remain true to their all you can eat salad bar. As my Mom said, "Atta girl! Don't forget where you came from!" Our friend Carolyn, who set us up, and her husband Don, both left NYC in the summer to start their new life together in UT. We miss them! It was exciting to get to see them again, along with our own long time pals. My childhood friends Kariann and Amy came with their new babies (Brooklyn and Brek) so I got lots of snuggle time with each.

(New Mama Amy, Me, and Brek aka BJ)

And my best-man-friend Phillip and his wife Brittany came which was super. Tom's friends came too and we sat at a big table and tried to keep up with everyone.

Tom is the youngest of six so there were quite a few people to meet... I met his brothers (Tim, Tyler, and Tanner), who are just the right combination of funny and sarcastic. I very much enjoyed being on the receiving and giving ends of both. It was fascinating to see Tom in the "little brother" role. It was the first time I'd seen him in a position of trying to keep up or seek approval or whatever. It was in very slight and little ways, but it was there and I found it very endearing. Because no matter how old you are, you're still "the little brother" or, in my case, "the bossy-pain-in-the-ass big sister". I'd already met his big sister, Ja-Ann, who is awesome. He has another one, Lani, but I didn't get to meet her. We stayed with Jae and I got to meet her three kiddos as well. One followed me around asking if Tom and I were married and if she could come visit me in New York? How cute is that?! Then there's Tom's sister-in-law Amy (Tim's wife) who is such a sweetheart and made me feel very welcome and at ease. Tom's dad is the most adorable dad I've ever met. I just wanted to squeeze him! He reminds me SO much of Tom in the way he carries himself. He's kind of quiet and shy, but when he says something it's always silly and on point. He has this twinkle in his eye like he knows Santa and the Tooth Fairy personally. It's so sweet! Tom's Mom was in Canada taking care of her own mother so I didn't meet her; next time!

Tom and Tyler look the most alike, so I caught of glimpse of how hot Tom will continue to be in his 30s. Tom denied this look-a-like all weekend, until he mistook Tyler for himself in a picture we took and couldn't deny anymore. I love it when I'm right. He also has his Dad's eyes, which I hope one day have that mischievous, "knowing" twinkle that I suspect comes with age and adventure.

By the end of Saturday we were pretty beat and sleep deprived, but that didn't stop us from sitting down for a game of Poker with the whole family gang once we got back to his sister's. There was some trash talk, I won a hand or two, and then Jae took us all for everything we had after claiming she'd never played before and didn't know what she was doing. Beginner's luck? Or genius bluff? I guess I'll never know... And THEN we passed out around 10pm and missed out on block party down the street where apparently there was some streaking involved. Dang it!

Sunday was family day, which involved further country bumpkin activities such as driving (read: bouncing raucously and endorsing the amazingness of Land Rovers) up the side of a mountain to shoot shot guns and clay plates (pigeons?). AWESOME! Again, my mother was so proud. For the record, I have shot a gun before. Quite well if you'll remember. I grew up shooting rifles at summer camp and then took a shot (wa, wa) with a hand gun a couple years ago with friends in CT. This was my first time handling a shot gun and lets just say... suck is an understatement. But I owned it and I sucked the best I could!

There was the time I was in charge of throwing the "pigeons" (which actually, I was really good at) and instead of throwing it up into the sky I threw it directly into the tip of Tom's shot gun.

Then there was the time Tyler was throwing and I was shooting. I was having a really hard time shooting "on time" to hit the targets thrown because I was shooting too late. After some tips from Ty I was ready to try again. He said "Just say 'when'" and so I said "WHEN!" and pulled the trigger simultaneously in hopes that by shooting sooner I'd hit something. Only I'd shot so fast there hadn't even been time to send anything skyward to shoot at. In fact, Ty's hand was still swung backwards by the time I was done. All the boys and myself doubled over laughing and randomly throughout the day "WHEN!" was shouted all over the place.

I learned that shot guns are heavy. I learned that I lean way, way back to sustain the weight and therefor hold the gun completely wrong and retarded. Which is why I couldn't hit anything either! No matter how much the boys tried to help my stance, it just wasn't happening.

Please note Tom's tall, straight backed stance, and my practically arched one.

Regardless of stances, there was much fun to be had in shooting shot guns with my boyfriend and his fam.

Tom's sister Ja-Ann and me

Tom's brother Tyler

Tim (left) and Tom

Of course I can't wait to do it again and again until I'm as good with a shot gun as I am with a hand gun!

The time passed all too quickly, and I had such a good time remembering what life is like in the wide open spaces of the West Coast, and the simple pleasures it brings. My whole upbringing flashed before my eyes: special meals at Sizzler, shooting things / spending time in the great outdoors, and playing games with family. It felt like home! Only with more laughing and less stress. I think we are both looking forward to going back again for a longer stretch sometime. Long enough for me to hit a clay pigeon, at least!

It's a CELEBRATION!!

2010-11-17T09:56:00.002-05:00

Attention Blog World, I need to proxy-brag:

My smart and sexy boyfriend, Tom, PASSED THE CPA EXAMS!!!!!!!!!!!! I know my excitement barely begins to cover his, so lets just say there was a lot of excitement happening today.

After a whole year of studying four separate times for each exam (that gets harder as they go) he took the last one in October, just barely making the one year mark his company required in order to reimburse him for all the test fees and give him a "you kick CPA butt" bonus if he passed. Once one test was over and passed and a small victory dance was done, Tom would dive right into preparing for the next--and I would man the couch or kitchen in my "support the auditors" stance.

Tom and I met right after the first test, so I've been around to watch him pour over notes, flashcards, and online test guides for the other three (with really annoying videos that I'm fairly certain are there to antagonize rather than encourage) and I have been constantly reminded how VERY happy I am with my career choice. I honestly have so much admiration and respect not only for Tom but for all the CPAs, Accountants and Lawyers out there who go through so much studying and cramming and brain pain. It is amazing how hard they work and how satisfying it is when it pays off. No wonder they make the big bucks! I can't imagine how relieved and happy Tom must feel, but I know I feel so proud and happy for him!

HE PASSED! Did you know the odds of passing every test the first time through are only 25%?! That's harder than The Bar. There was A LOT of study time involved. And brains. And brawn. You know, working those finger muscles on a calculator and all. *Hot!* And he didn't just "pass", oh no. He really, really, really passed with flying colors! YAY TOM!!

To celebrate, I had Tom meet me in Bryant Park to toast glasses of Martinelli's at a picnic table overlooking 6th Ave and the holiday markets. Then on to HanGawi, a delicious Korean restaurant where you sit at traditional tables (minus the crossed legs because our poor legs would fall off; you get to put your legs out under the table) and eat traditional vegetarian food that is so tasty! Tom lived in Korea for 2yrs (yes he speaks Korean--so cool!) so it's always a treat for him to get to eat some "second home cooking". If you're looking for a new place to try, this place is YUM. They take reservations, and yes you will need one.

CPA: Excessive amounts of time and $$$
Bonus: $$$$ (before tax) $ (after tax)
Fees reimbursed: $$$ (no tax!)
Never having to study again in his life: PRICELESS!

Nice to meet you. I love you.

2010-11-14T13:55:00.001-05:00

One year ago I met a stranger, and fell in love with him. Despite any fears or reservations to the contrary, he won me over and it has been the best 365 days of my life!

To celebrate, I bought us tickets to see Elf on Broadway. One of Tom's (and practically everyone's) favorite holiday movies is Elf, and when I found out it was coming to Broadway for a six week holiday stint, I couldn't resist but hunt for tickets to surprise him. It didn't open until Nov. 14th (our anniversary is the 13th) so that meant I'd have to get preview tickets, which can be tricky. Luckily, so luckily, my boss is friends with the producer and kindly asked him if he'd be able to set aside two house seat tickets for us! Tom was totally surprised (he had no idea it was coming to Broadway) and despite me being a frantically stressed out mess in the cab on the way there (traffic was uncharacteristically insane for some reason) we made it and had a great time. We were in the second row and could see the twinkle in Santa's eye (played by George Wendt from Cheers!) and the sweat on Buddy's brow (literally; those lights and that heavy wool elf get-up would turn anyone to a puddle).

It was such a fun show, with a very talented cast, and perfect for getting giddy about love and life and magic and believing in something again. All things Tom and I have experienced together this past year in our relationship. Plus there was the obvious excitement of getting into the holiday spirit. My favorite part was when **spoiler alert!!** it started "snowing" in the theatre. It certainly got me excited for winter and all our upcoming holiday plans.

After the show we went to Serendipity, where we had our first date. We haven't been back since (the wait is notoriously long and painful) and thought it'd be nice to pay homage to the place that brought us together quite, well, serendipitously! Unfortunately, the wait was an hour and a half. For two people. At 11pm. Meaning we wouldn't get a piece of pie or any spudniks until 12:30am. We thought that might happen and instead opted to go home and play cribbage! Sexy, I know.

When we got back to Tom's place there was a gift waiting for me with a note that read, "Sarah, Thank you for the best year of my life! I LOVE you! Love, Tom" Inside was an 8 1/2 x 11 framed photo of us kissing in front of the Eiffel Tour. Tom told me he wanted to give me something that had special meaning and represented our relationship this year, and our trip to Europe definitely did that. I don't think you truly know someone, man or woman, until you've traveled with them, shared space with them, gotten lost or misguided with them, and problem solved with them. We did all of that and more in Europe, in New York, and in all the other places we've journeyed together this year. Europe was where it really came together. Where we realized how much we loved and appreciated each other and where we said so for the first time. Almost under the Eiffel Tour, but not quite. Europe was definitely where I knew for certain that I had found someone special. I love the picture and the sentiment and being able to display it for all to see!

Can you believe neither of us have any framed photos of us together? Perhaps that's because we always forget to take pictures, OR when we do one of us has them and the other doesn't, OR I forget my camera at home in my purse because I only bring a clutch with me. That's what happened on this special occasion. Yep, I forgot my camera. Brilliant, I know. I was SO upset. Especially because while it's fine and dandy to take pictures with your phone, it's not the same. People suck with regular cameras, and it's much worse when you hand them a phone camera. Plus the pixels aren't as great, it may or may not zoom or have flash or whatever. And when you have a top dollar amazing birthday gift camera like I do, it's extra frustrating not to have it when you need it.

So when we got home from our long night, there was my beloved camera chillin' in my bag. We thought we'd set it up and take some pictures together at least, but the base of the camera is kind of rounded and it doesn't like to sit still without a tripod. It prefers tipping over just as it has been carefully placed and aimed and propped; in this case, by Tom. And right as he'd get next to me and smile the camera would fall over and snap our feet. I found this hilarious and couldn't help but practically double over by the third time this happened. Of course that the camera caught.

Tom found it incessantly annoying and finally we did what most couples without helpers or tripods do. Or what most bored people who know they look good at that moment do... We snuggled up, stretched out one arm, and took a few close-ups of ourselves.

Getting to know each other = One Year of Awesome

Sealed with a kiss (or 100) and hopes of more awesomeness to come!

Best. Year. EVER!

Wishlist

2010-11-13T22:52:00.000-05:00

The new JCrew catalog made its way into my mailbox this past week and there are definitely some things I plan on asking Santa for... or my savings account.

Velvet Schoolboy Blazer

The Laramie Bag

The Ashbury Bag

YUM: Homemade Chicken Nuggets

2010-11-08T19:42:00.002-05:00

I nabbed this yummy and super easy recipe off my friend Sara's blog and made it the other night.

It is so simple and healthy and quick. I'm a sucker for nuggets but, alas, admit the kind from McDonald's or sold frozen in stores are not so bueno. Nor are many real chicken for that matter. Ew. Well, these were made from fresh organic chicken breasts (though you can just get a frozen bag if you wish) and tasted like YUM! If you have little ones this recipe is perfect for a quick and tasty dinner that they think is a treat but is really totally good for them. Yeah, we grown-ups are sneaky like that.

I made the sauce too but I gotta say, I'm still a BBQ and Ranch kinda girl. It was fun to try something different though. If I make it again, I'd use some cornstarch to thicken it or hand mash the blueberries on a plate under cellophane first.

Cornmeal Crusted Chicken Nuggest with Blackberry Dipping Sauce

Dipping Sauce:

1 c. frozen blackberries, thawed
1 1/2 Tbs whole grain mustard
1/4 c. honey

Mush, mash and stir ingredients in a small bowl until they resemble a chunky dipping sauce. Done.

Chicken Nuggets

10 or so Chicken Tenders, thawed and cut in half so that they make two chucky pieces
1/2 tsp salt
1/4 tsp pepper
3 Tbsp cornmeal
1 Tbsp olive oil

Sprinkle chicken pieces with salt and pepper. Throw in a bowl with the cornmeal and toss until the pieces are well coated. Throw away any excess cornmeal. Heat the oil in a skillet or large frying pan on high heat until hot, then turn heat down to medium-high. Place chicken pieces in the skillet and brown on each side, probably about 3-4 mins on each side.

2010-11-04T22:22:00.019-04:00

Today was a good day.

The boys had no school.

It was raining.
They built forts in the living room.
Team work erected two separate sections for each boy to hide inside and read books.
Now and then they would emerge and sneak a peak inside the others' fort or take turns switching back and forth.
Before scheduled activities over took the day, we read together.

Reading is our most consistently enjoyed past time, I'd say.

Jasper (6 1/2) is learning how to read and doing a great job recognizing words and sounding things out.
At his school children learn to read at a later age.

I disagree with that, but oh well.

He is very, very ready though also feels a bit intimidated or gets frustrated when it doesn't come as easy as he wishes it would.
It's coming right along though and he is going to LOVE reading on his own.
Hayden (3 1/2) wants to read too (big-brother syndrome of course), so he copies Jasper or has me whisper the words in his ear and then takes the credit.

I introduced the classic Magic 8 Ball toy to Jasper, and he found the discovery of it's magical abilities to "tell the future" extraordinary.

The 8 Ball predicts...

*Jasper will be a teacher or a librarian when he grows up

*Hayden will be a veterinarian

*The fastest speed a car will ever go will be 200.

*A baby sister for the boys will not be under the Christmas Tree this year.

*Whether or not I'll publish a book was "unclear" or "could not be revealed" five times throughout the day so we've agreed I'll be deciding factor on that one. My writing potential (or lack thereof) has that 8 Ball stumped!

*Then the 8 Ball said I was "definitely not" having kids and we stuffed it in a cupboard.

Both boys took nice long naps after play dates and soccer class.

A well rested boy has become a rarity and commodity lately.

Hayden is naturally outgrowing naps.

He rests quietly most days. Naps once or twice on a good week.

That certainly eases the transition.

Jasper hates naps but his body desperately needs the extra snooze anytime it can get one in.

Like on a gloomy day when there's no school.

5-6am should not a regular morning wake-up make.

Their poor parents.

I pray I one day have kids (screw you 8 Ball!) that sleep well; I dread that may not be the case.

The day ended with "Bye boys! Gotta go to school!"

And Hayden frowning and tossing up his arms with an accusatory, "But, school is 'coowosed' right now!"

No sun. No school. Simple Logic.

But school there was, and off I went!

Today was a good day.

Euphoric in New York

2010-11-03T16:00:00.005-04:00

This Village Voice Blog made me smile and nod enthusiastically. It's no secret I've been in love with New York since the moment I arrived almost six years ago, and I couldn't agree more with these 50 reasons (of so many) why it'd be hard not to! It's my kind of euphoria.

If you get a chance, read the whole thing. If not, then at least enjoy a few of my favorites from it:

47. There is always someone crazier than you. ALWAYS.

39. Sure, we work out next to Alec Baldwin, Padma Lakshmi, and Bridget Moynahan, and walk the streets with Willem Dafoe, Maggie Gyllenhaal, and Tina Fey, but, really, we're kinda too busy with our own lives to notice. (Or in my case knocking elbows consistently at school pick-up, parks or grocery stores. And sometimes I do get excited.)

30. The fact that one-bedroom apartments cost an average minimum of a half-million dollars means we think nothing of spending $12 on lunch.

26. Smart people are the norm, not the exception. (Which doesn't mean they're sane, but at least no one's boring.)

25. Except in select 'hoods like Park Slope and perhaps the Upper West Side, children are viewed as mysterious beings, rarely sighted and only occasionally understood, like pixies or magical small butlers. Until they scream, in which case, they are banished from the palace.

24. When you fly back into the city after a vacation or business trip, no matter how long you've lived here, you get that butterflies-in-the-stomach feeling.

10. Subway rage. Bike-lane rage. Walking rage. Random rage. These are our therapy. Although we all go to therapy, too. No judgments! We bitch, therefore we are.

1. If you can make it here, you really can make it anywhere. But why would you bother to go anywhere else?

e NY Post!)

Crying like a School Girl

2010-10-29T19:53:00.031-04:00

School is going really well. Like, really, really well.

This week's great accomplishment: I received a 100% score on my latest math test--something that has NEVER before occurred. Yips! (Like yippee but doggy style. You know "yip! yip!". Who says there can't be more than one style to doggy?) It was kinda hard for me to feel too proud because I really understand this course, have been doing all the homework, attend class regularly, and if I had gotten anything less than 95% I honestly would've felt like an idiot. Still, only an idiot would say "Oh, yeah, one hundred percent shmundred percent" and an idiot I am not, so of course I do feel proud and completely own the possibly childish behavior of magnetizing the test to the fridge.

Speaking of childish, what has kept my brain very abuzz this month is my Early Childhood Course. It is an online course so I have never met the professor or students, but we correspond frequently via email and Blackboard and have seen "profiles" of each other. The assignments and course work is no less than in a classroom, in fact it tends to be a bit more because there's a lot of reading to do when a lesson is not being taught in person. The projects are more in depth and due dates are frequent. It involves a lot of paper writing and field observation. Luckily both of those are things I enjoy, particularly when it comes to anything child related and especially when it comes to this semester's topic of Special Needs. I've learned so much already and I have a deep respect for parents who are willing to get their children the help they need and deserve at an early age, as well as the teachers who care so deeply and work so hard to educate those with minor to severe learning disabilities.

My latest project was to observe a class, write a five page report, and put together a ten page slide show. I observed an AMAZING school (The Stephen Gaynor School) in my neighborhood that focuses on language / reading disabilities for average to above average intelligence kids. Basically their focus is on children who have a hard time with speech and reading in the various forms those difficulties come in. These tend to be low grade learning disabilities that do not usually affect intelligence--particularly at this school--, just how to express and retain words / information; something that needs more focus than a regular school can give after about age six, because children begin to fall behind (in reading--which stems to all other subjects) and their peers are not as patient in trying to understand them (with speech). I absolutely loved the school, their approach and philosophy. I often have a tough time appreciating / understanding the methods (particularly the alternative ones) of private schools, but I could not have been more impressed with the way this school focused on its students individually within a group and how the students responded. It was a truly awesome experience.

On my way out, the Head of Admissions Director informed me they're opening a pre-school in the Fall of 2011 and asked me to please keep them in mind when I decide to send out my resume, as she would love to interview me further for a position with them! Hayden (my youngest little guy I take care of) is three and a half and has a really difficult time with speech. Thankfully he works regularly with a speech therapist (and me) and improves daily, though still has a long way to go. I thought, "Getting to hang out with lots of "Hayden's" all day and help them with their words?! Heck yeah I'll submit a resume!" We shall see...

Anyways, I observed, wrote my paper, and put together the slide show. It was a lot of work, but so interesting in the process. Tonight, I got the following email from my professor:

I only have words of praise to you for doing a commendable job on this assignment. You have exceeded my expectations on this assignment, and I'd like to encourage you to keep up the momentum. I believe you will be an exceptional teacher. It is important to share your work with members of your group, because it is inspirational. Grade: A+

I don't know why, but it totally made me tear up! Yeah, real college-like, I know. I'm not even PMS-ing so really I have no excuse. I guess it was because it's a compliment coming from someone who has never met me, who I hadn't won over with my air of competence or genuine love for children that people tend to pick up on immediately. This professor didn't have to email me at all, he could've just posted the grade and said "Well done". I got teary because his brief praise made me feel more solidly than ever that, "Yeah! I kick ass at this kid stuff!". That I am doing what I'm supposed to be. Even if sometimes people don't listen to my advice or take me seriously, I do know what I'm doing (thank you fourteen years of experience), I will (do) make an awesome teacher, and my hard work to seal that fate in writing (aka a diploma) seems to be paying off!

I'm sorry if I seem full of myself right now. If anything I just feel really good about being good at what I love and receiving some unexpected recognition. I guess that A+ went straight to my head. I'll make sure to eat some humble pie tomorrow. Which luckily is the only kind of pie that doesn't go straight to my thighs. Bonus!

On a more serious note, to parents or ones-to-be, please know: There is no shame in having your child evaluated if you think he / she is not meeting the milestones they should be. It takes courage, selflessness and some major love to admit that your child may need more than what you can give him / her. Please realize it is not about you nor a negative reflection on you as a parent or your child as a child. It is in a child's best of best interests to have any developmental concerns evaluated. The earlier the better. An evaluation can never hurt. Better safe than sorry! It's also a good idea to have more than one at different ages and stages if you feel like something still isn't right although nothing was conclusive originally. It will benefit a child's life tremendously to get the help they need and deserve as soon as possible. From speech to reading to behavior to Autism to ADD to Cerebral Palsy, no disability deserves more or less attention than another. Especially when it comes to learning and growing. Early intervention doesn't mean something is "wrong" with your child. It just means they may need a little extra help and care. How lucky for them to have parents / caregivers who want them to have it!

On [Laziness]

2010-10-28T19:36:00.026-04:00

I don't feel like blogging, or updating in any way.
Most days that's 'cause I'm busy, or 'cause I'd rather play.

Usually I play a lot, but this week not so much.
Instead I've hidden out in bed, with its comfy, cozy touch.

I slept in every morning; man did it feel good.
Then weather in the 70's; I didn't even need a hood!

This month was the big apartment hunt, and Tom found his very own place!
This weekend we have to move him in; I love, love, love the space!

He's moving into my neighbor-"hood"; no more cabs, buses or walks.
Whenever I want to see him, I only have to walk five blocks!

Back to me and what I'm avoiding: blogging, school and more.
Dr's appointments, play dates, I've been scheduling galore!

Not this week. Not this day. Not one single hour.
I've scheduled absolutely nothing, except cleaning and a shower.

Lazy, Lazy, Lazy. That's just how I feel.
Lazy, Lazy, oh-too-lazy, to even blog for real.

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Wishlist

2010-10-15T22:18:00.004-04:00

Velvet Pumpkins!! With real gourd stems from local farmers! I love fall.

{seen on A Cup of Jo}

Happy Weekend!