Tuesday, June 30, 2015


Sorry for my lack of social media presence lately. I've been too busy making bottles, wiping off spit-up, doing dinner time and bath time and bedtime routines, and hanging out with visitors.

Now, I am cleaning, getting ready for more visitors, and dog-sitting a senile, deaf old lady pug. She won't stop barking, but she's cute.

I had to drive to and from the Ft. Lauderdale airport in a massive storm last night. It was scary.

My right eyelid has had a twitch for the past two days.

I have decided I like caffeine more than alcohol, because it allows me to keep going and going and going instead of falling asleep.

This post has no flow, kind of like my life right now. It sounds like I'm complaining, but actually, I am enjoying being so busy with these things.

There was a giant rainbow after the storm last night.

Summer has been good to me so far.

Monday, June 22, 2015

The Problem with Women's Clothing

I was in Target today for no good reason, as usual. I just go in there and see what calls my name... which is everything. But today, I gravitated toward the clothing. You'd think I'd have more summery clothes and bathing suits, seeing as I live in South Florida, but I don't. I wear jeans pretty much all the time, and I've been comfortable in them until this month. June-September is going to be No Jeans Season, I guess.

So there I was, rooting through their sundresses and bathing suits, all of which were buy one get one half off. I'm a sucker for deals, aren't you? But unfortunately for my self-esteem (and luckily for my bank account), nothing fit right.

When you go shopping with someone who is "normal-sized" (meaning they can pull something off the rack without trying it on, bring it home, and it looks great), you start to realize how messed up women's clothing sizing is.

I am 5'2", have a really small ribcage and waist, and a chest and hips that clearly give away my Italian heritage. Most days, I don't mind how I look. I take care of myself. I play with kids and my dog, I go on walks, I try to eat somewhat healthy, but I still enjoy junk food for my mental health's sake (which is just as important as physical health!). I'm generally small, but I'm not small all over, and that makes it really difficult for me to find "trendy" summer clothes nowadays that I feel confident in, or that I don't need to pay to have altered. Everything is crop tops and maxi skirts and bikinis with clasps in the back. Nothing fits me. Nothing looks good on me.

I know there has to be an average with size and shape, as there is with everything. Of course, most clothing will be made in those sizes, because those sizes are what sell most. But just once, JUST ONCE, I want to walk in to a store and buy a pair of neon printed jeans or a maxi dress that doesn't need to be hemmed, or a bathing suit that fits around both my ribs AND my boobs, or, for god's sake, a shirt that covers my belly button and flatters my hips, please.

And it doesn't make sense that I am a small in some things, but a large in others, or even a large in the same thing in which I am a small in another brand. THIS. MAKES. NO. SENSE.

Can we just standardize women's clothing? Can we size our stuff like dude stuff, please? Like how come dudes can buy their pants in length and waist sizes? Why do I need to be a size 4 or a size 9 or a petite short depending on where I shop? Is my weight yoyo-ing that badly, or am I going insane, or is there really no rhyme or reason to women's sizing?

It makes me feel like shit. I am tired of feeling like shit when I go shopping.

In summary: Sizing need to be standardized within and among brands, and stores need to start carrying clothing IN STOCK in all shapes and sizes. Those of us that are outside the norm would like to stop special ordering our clothing online, because it's annoying, and also because we can't try it on that way, and then we get it, and it doesn't fit, because SIZING IS NOT STANDARDIZED SO WE DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT SIZE TO ORDER ASLDGHALKSGJALSGFASLK sorry I'm done.

Thursday, June 18, 2015

Asking Saves Kids

Today, Kristin posted a link to a blog post, Mama in the Now: Asking Saves Kids, in her status.

If you could check that out for a minute, that would be great. If not, I will summarize for you:

There is a campaign, called ASK (Asking Saves Kids- Check that link out, too), which "encourages parents to ASK if there is an unlocked gun in the homes where their children play." There are a lot of statistics about gun violence involving children on the website, which, DISCLAIMER, I have not taken the time to check for accuracy. But anyway, it talks about how there are guns in lots of homes, and many of those guns are in places where children can get to them, which results in accidental deaths. Even if you practice gun safety in your home, you don't know what goes on in other homes. June 21st is National ASK Day, where parents are urged to ask if there are unlocked guns in the home in which their child is playing.

I was kind of shocked that only myself and maybe two other people liked her status. I'm sure other people looked at the link. I wonder if they just didn't agree with the message of the ASK campaign.

I'm not one to post about controversial issues, mostly because I don't use social media to debate (I use it to stalk people's lives. Sorry if that makes you feel violated...), but this campaign got me thinking. 

My dad was a police officer, so there were obviously guns in my house, but I learned about gun safety starting at a very young age. I don't even remember what he said to me about it, because it was just drilled in to my head from the time I was born: guns are not toys. Guns can kill people. There was never a gun laying around my house, and it was never anywhere I could get to it. When I was a little older, I was also taught about the parts of a gun and how it works, so I knew way better than to touch a gun or pull a trigger. Instead of pretending it didn't exist in the house, he talked to me about it.

So, in my opinion, it is irresponsible to keep a gun somewhere a child can get to it. I don't care if it's in your nightstand. Kids can open drawers. Eventually, kids can figure out childproof locks. If you think kids don't realize where you are "hiding" your guns, you are wrong, because kids are curious and much smarter than we give them credit for. You have a gun cabinet and hid the key? I bet your kid could find it and figure out how to use it.

In our society, people get offended way too easily, but it doesn't need to be that way. This is a topic that needs to be discussed for everyone's safety. And gun safety is only the tip of the iceberg. How about we start asking parents if their children are vaccinated? These questions don't need to be offensive. This kind of confrontation does not need to be perceived as aggressive. These are simple, life-saving questions. If you disagree, that's fine, but please respect parents' decisions if they don't let their children be near your children or in your home. They don't hate you, and they aren't being mean or petty. They are concerned parents.

I'm thinking of all the kids I know growing up in Florida, where guns are so easily accessible. I recently heard that one of the kids at the school I used to work at was shot and in critical condition. How horrible. I see people walking around with guns here, and it really makes me wonder how many guns I DON'T see that people are carrying around concealed. I could go buy a gun right now if I wanted. That's a scary thought...

Start the conversation, people. Talk about gun safety, vaccinations, and whatever else you think is important for the safety of your loved ones.

Monday, June 15, 2015

Daily Blogging Fail

Let's just call my daily blogging endeavor an epic fail.

BUT, in a way, it was actually a greater success.

I wanted to force myself to write, because I knew I had to in order to make time for myself and get back in to the groove. The issue is that, whenever anyone is forced to do anything, that thing becomes a chore. Like the reason I didn't major in music is because I never wanted playing the piano to be a chore. The reason I don't force myself to eat healthy is because then eating healthy is a chore (jk I just love pizza and chocolate and don't want to eat clean).

Anyway, writing every day started seeming like a chore after the first few days. But now, I know how to make time for myself amidst all the work/house/dog/relationship/friendship craziness.

And now I feel like writing.

Eric and I have been working really hard to get this place situated, so it was really frustrating when our washing machine decided to flood the powder room and half the kitchen last week. Eric was working late, and I had just started a load of laundry and sat down to eat when I heard a strange sound. I turned around and literally jumped out of my chair. We had just watched Titanic a few nights before this, and when I saw the water pouring in to the kitchen, I had a vision of me and Nym swimming out the front door in a gush of water, escaping a drowning death by mere seconds.

Luckily, I was able to compose myself enough to try to shut the washing machine off. Unluckily, it would not shut off. It just kept filling and filling and water was now up to my ankles. Nym was standing alert, ready to take orders, as she backed away from the pool of cold water steadily creeping toward her. I just told her to get on her bed, because what else could I tell her to do? Fetch towels? She's been really good lately, but not THAT good.

So she got on her bed, and I ran upstairs to fetch the towels instead. The whole time, I just kept saying Pleasegodletthemachineshutoff, out loud to no one, but I have to talk out loud or else I can't calm down. The water did shut off, and I spent almost an hour mopping the floor up with every towel we own.

It's still not fixed. Someone is coming on Wednesday to check it out. We washed our stuff at Ben and Kristin's. Once a hobo, always a hobo.

Besides that, we've just been having good times. We spent a lot of time with friends this weekend, which was much needed. We went to the food truck festival thing in Abacoa, played games, listened to throwback music, Eric went golfing, and I drank my weekly Starbucks treat at Kristin's while playing with Chloe and chatting. I had to pick up my 39487203 towels from her washing machine too, ugh.

Eric and I went to Ikea and got house things, too! We finally got a shelf for under the TV and it looks GREAT. It looks especially awesome with that unnecessary little lamp I bought to go on top of it ;) We got some floating shelves for the walls, but we haven't put them up yet. I found a good deal online for a kitchen table set, so we are picking that up this week. We are going to get some of Eric's photography printed for the walls. I can't wait to have HIS shots of the West Palm skyline and Jupiter lighthouse on display. It will really make it feel like Florida is our home.

Alright, time to get back to my giant Toblerone chocolate bar. Peace out.

Thursday, June 11, 2015

June 11th

Sorry for barely updating, but my washing machine leaked, aka gushed water all over my powder room and kitchen.

It's been awesome.

Soooo... there's that.


I just ate chips and hummus, Cheez-Its, chocolate cookie crumble fro yo, and two Godiva chocolate squares. 86% cacao, baby. Eric is having a beer. I know it's not good to use food and alcohol as a reward in times of stress, but we do not care. We saved our house from turning in to Noah's Ark.

Wednesday, June 10, 2015

June 10th: Pointless Post

Maybe every other day is more feasible for my June challenge, since I am epically failing at posting every day.

But I have nothing to say! Nothing is going on. Nothing is bothering me. Nothing is exciting.

I'm just going with the flow of life.

Monday, June 8, 2015

June 8th: Just Random Life Things

Guys. I skipped a day again. WOOPS. Guess I'm having too much fun living life to stop and write about it.

NO. That is the trap I fell in to for the past six months. Excuses excuses!

We've actually been pretty busy watching Ben and Kristin's dogs while they were on vacation, but they finally left last night. I'm not gonna lie, watching Chloe would have been a trillion times more enjoyable than living with three crazy dogs. Nym liked having Mango and Lex here though. Eric and I discussed adopting another big dog for Nym's sake, but then we realized we were out of our minds for even thinking we could handle that right now.
EDIT: Kristin actually just texted me. "If you decide you want Lex, you can rename him Reek to go with your theme." HAHAHAHAHAHA

Besides that, we potted some plants on the patio. We better be able to keep these things alive. It's starting to look really nice out there! More like a place you want to hang out, less like a prison yard.

Also, I had a consultation with one of the best local tattoo artists in the area (sorry Mom and Dad). She's booked up until December, which is ridiculous, but speaks to her talent. I've been stalking her work on instagram for almost a year.

It has been really hard for me to let myself do things for myself that aren't necessary. I haven't bought makeup, jewelry, a new bathing suit, tank tops, even wine. Anything I want just for myself. I am very safe with my spending, which is a good thing and balances out Eric's tendency to back 398572305 board game kickstarters ;) but also kind of sucks the joy out of life sometimes. Eric reminds me that it is okay to treat myself once in awhile, but I just haven't done it. I feel like there is always something more important for our life together that I could be getting.

So, that's why I decided to finally take the plunge and book an appointment. I have until December to save up for it, and it's something I've wanted for a very, very long time. Not everyone will agree with my decision, for various reasons I'm sure, but this is my life. This will make me happy when I see it every day. It's artwork that I can take it with me wherever I go :)

Saturday, June 6, 2015

June 6th: Old and New

Okay, I skipped a day. Fail.

I had the day off yesterday, which ended up being kind of a wash since I felt like crap all day. I was not in a very good place mentally. This weekend is UD Alumni Weekend, and it's been FIVE WHOLE YEARS since I've graduated, so it's kind of a big deal for me to miss this. All but one of the old Mintie crew is there, living in the dorms for the weekend and having a grand old college flashback time. A bunch of Dees are there, too.

This is the kind of thing that makes me miss home a whole ton. I remember my first day of undergrad. I was sobbing as I waved goodbye to my family out the window of my box... er, I mean room. I debated dropping out so many times over that first semester. Then, I became close with these girls, and the MelUDees, and it literally (<--- basic) saved my life. No matter how much time goes by between chats and hangouts, it always feels like old times when we are together. They are some of the best people I know.

Eric worked from home, which I always love. Even if we aren't spending time together, I love that he is in the house with me to have a little chat or a lunch break. It helped me feel a lot better that he was here yesterday.

BUT THEN, it was time to suck it up and relish in the joy that is Florida life. One of our good friends here is unfortunately moving to Orlando. So sad. He is our board game buddy, and Nym baby loves him. You know you have good people around if your pets love them!

So we went to a Going Away Happy (aka Sad) Hour for him at Dirty Martini, during which Eric won tickets to see Third Eye Blind and Dashboard because of having a 3EB tattoo (see, tattoos are USEFUL). I had a strawberry basil cocktail, which was quite delish and refreshing. Then, we all headed to a newer brewery in the area, Twisted Trunk. This is the sister brewery of one of our favorites, Tequesta Brewing Company. I was definitely impressed with the place. It has a really fun atmosphere, friendly staff, and of COURSE amazing, adventurous craft beer. The watermelon saison is my favorite!

Afterwards, a few people wanted to hang out, so we had people over. I was EXTREMELY impressed with how well Nym, Mango, and Lex handled having visitors over. They got so much love, and Nym was a showoff.

It was a good night. We got to see old friends and made new friends :)

I skyped with the girls this morning, which was awesome! I love them. Apparently, they left the bar before close, which is only 1am in Delaware. Oldies. AND DP DOUGH NO LONGER EXISTS! We leave Newark for five years and it goes to shit! Still wish I was there, though.

Eric and I chilled today. We FINALLY got some plants for the patio, and we ate dinner out there with the dogs. Now, we are going to have a date night, eat ice cream, and watch a movie. We didn't feel up to going to Miami for the show, but it's been a good chill night so far. Five years ago at this time on a Saturday night, I would've be pregaming with tequila and dancing to Akon, probably half-dressed, with the girls. Hah.

It's funny how life can change so much in what seems like a short period of time.

Thursday, June 4, 2015

June 4th: Homesick

I'm tired, but I said I'd write every day, so here I am.

My day at work was good as usual, but my washer leaked, the floors look a mess from three dogs combined with Florida summer rains, and I ate half the loaf of chocolate chip banana bread (which turned out delicious, by the way). I'm kind of a wreck today.

Nym has a vet appointment tomorrow morning, and I have a surprise day off. I could go to the beach, but I am going to get this place in tip top shape so I can enjoy the weekend.

By enjoy, I mean get more stuff done around the house. Ah, the joys of home ownership.

Did anyone else watch the Broadway cast of The Lion King and Aladdin have a sing-off in LaGuardia Airport? Go watch it. It's awesome. It makes me want to go to NYC.

I miss the northeast. West Palm is too nice. I can see too much sky, there is no subway, and it smells like good food and coffee. I just want to be in a city that has really tall buildings and smells kind of bad sometimes. I want to walk by rude people that bump in to me, flip me off, and say "fuck you," not rich ladies in Lilly Pulitzer that give me dirty looks just for existing.

It has been almost nine months since I've been home. I guess I'm just feeling really homesick today. Tomorrow will be better. Everything is better on Fridays.

Wednesday, June 3, 2015

June 3rd: Happy Day

Today was chill.

I am grateful I finally have a job where I look forward to going to work every day. It might not be a conventional career, but I am so tired of beating myself up for that. I use what I learned in school every second of every day, no matter what I am doing. I get to hang out with kids, do fun things, and have good conversations with a family who treats me like one of their own.

And THEN, I get to come home to my crazy house, where I am watching two dogs in addition to my own, and have a TON of shit to do. Only it doesn't feel so crazy, because I had a good day, so I'm in a good mood when I get bombarded by three dogs and chewed up stuffed animals. And I'm still in a good mood when Mango and Lex run out the door without permission, and when Nym pulls on her leash.

And I'm STILL in a good mood when I get terrorized by mosquitos as I help Eric put together our new patio furniture, while playing with the three crazy dogs and keeping them out of his way.

At the end of the day, when my vision of a patio oasis with bistro lights is finally coming together, and I am itchy and sweaty and tired, I am just HAPPY.

It's a good feeling.

Here is a poor-quality glimpse of the furniture!

There were AWESOME sales at JCPenney over Memorial Day Weekend. I normally try to get all my furniture from craigslist and other sale sites, but Eric and I didn't see any patio furniture that fit our vision over the past couple months. We were getting really tired of feeling blah on our huge patio, so we just took the plunge and ordered new stuff when there were good sales.

Definitely worth it!

Next up: PLANTS! So I can feel like I live in a tropical jungle! Complete with mosquitos, and probably malaria. At least I will die happy on my nice patio.

Tuesday, June 2, 2015

June 2nd: Chop Chop

I have had about 129357205720 different hair styles and colors. Down to my waist, 12" chopped off in one go, waves, bobs, bangs, and, as of today, an asymmetrical pixie. Blonde, brown, almost black, red, streaks, highlights, ombre, pink sharpie tips (sorry, Mom...).

I was tempted to tell the hairdresser to just half-shave it today.

If you are cringing at that statement, you are not alone. I kind of cringe at it, too. But part of me just wants to know what it would be like.

If you are an average person, you probably don't stray too far from a style and color that you know works well on you. And if you are an average woman, this is probably some sort of long-ish, flowing hair. If you are a guy, chances are you've told me not to cut my hair.

So why do I do all these crazy things? Is it because I don't think before I act? No, far from it. I obsess over my hair (and everything else in life).

I do it for the same reason I love Halloween. It's fun to change my appearance sometimes.

I do it because I get bored with myself easily. Piercings don't work in my skin, and tattoos are an expensive habit.

I do it because I like to make myself uncomfortable.

For anyone that thinks I am not attached to my hair, you are so, so wrong. Sometimes, when I am in the salon, I feel like I made a great decision. But sometimes, when I see the chunks of hair fall on the floor, or the brown turn to blonde, I cry. Sometimes I look at myself and think I look uglier than I did before, not because the cut or color is bad, but because it doesn't suit me.

I keep doing this to myself because I think it is important to force myself to step out of my comfort zone. Not everyone is like that, but I need to do it. Every time I change my hair, I am reminded that my identity is not my appearance. My beauty is not defined by my hair, or smile, or weight. What makes someone beautiful is how they treat others, and the goodness they put out in to the universe.

And if they have nice hair, then I guess that's just a bonus. ;)

Monday, June 1, 2015

June 1st: #momlife


June has always signified the start of summer to me, so it is one of my favorite months... but now, I live in Florida, and every day of the year is summer. ;)

Regardless, I am grateful for this new beginning. May was pretty hectic and kind of blah.

I didn't really do much of anything today. I hung out with Nym, waited for a cable guy who never showed up (great start to the month...), and went to work.

Work today was interesting. I have a whole new respect for parents of multiple children. Not that I didn't have respect for parents before, but today was a smack of reality for me. Today was the first time I was alone taking care of the 3 month old baby and 4 year old girl, and it was during the DREADED DINNER AND BEDTIME ROUTINE!!!! Dun dun dunnnnnn!

I mean, I was fine, really. Made dinner, did some "art" (aka drawing balloons, flowers, stars, cats, unicorns, who knew I was so talented?!), gave her a bath which took forever, combed her hair, brushed her teeth, and got her settled in bed, all while making bottles, feeding the baby, and changing his explosive diapers. All by myself!

A lot of you reading this are probably laughing at me, thinking you did this for years, welcome to adulthood. But I must say, I am quite impressed by my ability to step up to the plate and manage a baby and an energetic little girl all by myself, especially at night. Let's be honest, it's impressive enough that I am able to feed, bathe, and put myself to bed in the dark, let alone do it for an overtired child and a baby AT THE SAME TIME.

Props to you, parents. May your children someday realize what great multitaskers you are.

And then I came home at 8pm and baked chocolate chip banana bread, because apparently I am just in full-on mom mode right now. It's in the oven as we speak. If I succeed in baking this without burning it, this day will go down as the most domestic day in the history of my life. #momlife. I don't hate it.

It smells good right now. AND the timer just went off. Good timing. I will let you know how it turned out...