I know better.
I should have turned on the news that morning, but I was too busy (probably) sipping coffee and dancing around in my underwear loving life at an abnormal hour for a person that didn't have to go to work that day.
By the time we got to the National Mall just after lunch, I was absolutely perplexed by the number of people that were on the lawn for a Friday afternoon. It just didn't make any sense... until it did. I squinted to see a sign that one of the men was holding.
"Defund. Planned. Parenthood."
Yep. That's what his sign said. And his, and his, and hers, and hers, too. And oh look, a baby's head on a stick. I had blindly walked into a pro-life rally. If someone held a gun to my head and asked me to describe my worst nightmare; this exact scenario would make the top three list.
I know what you guys are thinking--this must be a joke. Unfortunately, it is not. There are witnesses.
There were so many high school aged kids holding baby loving signs. Perhaps, it's how they felt. But, perhaps they were required to take a field trip with their private school and got handed signs as the exited the bus. I don't care to take the time to figure out why they were there. Honestly, I think that I could have handled the entire situation had I not witnessed what I am about to describe to you.
Two 18-year-old white boys in boot cut jeans whom April would later describe as "couldn't pay someone to take their virginity," stopped and asked a middle-aged woman on a solo walk if she would take their photo. She obliged, and then they busted out their signs from behind their backs.
"Defund. Planned. Parenthood."
"Oh?" The woman said, taken aback by their signs.
"Well, I have to tell you," she started. "I am pro-choice and it has always confused me that men could have such strong feelings about a woman's reproductive system. But, at least you guys are out here standing up for what you believe in." She said as she took the photo.
What a lady, I thought. If that teen had asked me to take his photo that day, I wouldn't have posted this blog today. I would have probably been arrested for a public adult tantrum on the mall/ would have been charged with whatever is associated with shoving someone's iphone up their own ass.
I came home, hours later, still irate about the entire situation. I wrote a very very angry blog post, saved it as a draft and then called my dad to tell him about it. "Nicole," he said. "You have to be more tolerant."
After a lot of thought, I decided that my dad (and the photographer of the two teens) were right. Good for those kids for standing up for what they believed in-- even if it was the polar opposite of what I believe. I deleted the angry blog post and created this one instead.
However, I still believe that there is a lesson to be had here.
How completely out of touch must those two boot cut wearing teens have been to ask a WOMAN to take a photo of them with their signs with such strong opinions about lady parts that they don't even possess? About a place that they will likely never have to go to? About taxes that they don't even pay? About something that they likely do not even fully comprehend?
But then, I started thinking--things like this happen every day. Things like this happen all around us, constantly. People committing acts or saying things not only with a complete disregard for others, but even worse, with not a single ounce of self awareness.
We've all seen these people, heard these people, are forced to interact with them on a daily basis. Those head-in-the-clouds let me tell you all about my life and not ask about yours. Those people that make racially charged comments and assume that everyone around them feels the same. Those people that have (what appears to be) a blatant disregard for everyone around them. You know, those people.
In an effort to not lose your interest based on length of this post, more to come on this topic next Monday. Stay tuned.
Here's to being more tolerant (thanks dad!)
Xoxo,
Nicole <3
Monday, January 29, 2018
Sunday, December 31, 2017
Life Lessons: 2017 in Review
Hello, beautiful people!
As 2017 comes to a close, I still have so many unanswered questions in life: Why do public bathroom stall doors swing inward (especially at the airport)? Why does DC struggle so hard with just salting the road before a snow storm? Why can't every grocery sell wine at Trader Joe's prices? Why do Taylor Swift's songs get stuck in my head even though I know she's trash? Etc..
But, we are all another year older and another year wiser. Having spent the bulk of 2017 riding solo (Jason Derulo) I really spent the year working on myself. Below is a short list of lessons that I have learned over the last 365 days. Enjoy!
Trim the fat:
No, not your body fat. But, shout out to my BFFs Joel and Sara K that are almost at their birth weight! Proud of ya both! Anyways... I said this last year too, but it definitely is something that will continue to be applicable for life; let go of things and people that no longer serve you. If it causes you stress; let it go. If someone is just plain mean; let them go. It is always better to be alone than miserable, and if you're miserable when you're alone then that's a problem that needs to be addressed by you and you alone.
Hell hath no fury like when your BFF moves away:
I am not ashamed to admit that I cried myself to sleep in a Four Points hotel the day that Mel K Jones moved to Michigan. If I think about it enough, I could cry right now. Making friends as an adult is weird AF and when you finally find a soul sister in your city, it sucks to watch them move away. Say it together: it is okay to eat dinner alone.
You get to pick who you're friends with:
Larry (my very intelligent but very abrasive brother) taught me this one. I'm going to go ahead and steal a page out of Regina George's book, "you might think you like someone, but you could be wrong." Which is similar to someone making you believe that they're your friend, only to catch them making out with your ex-boyfriend at an event that you're physically present at. The moral of this story is-- cut those people out of your life.
Know what you are able to give:
This one really comes in the form of a million different things. In addition to knowing what you can and can't stand for in a relationship- dive into what you can give of yourself to complete strangers. I am lucky to work for a company that gives back to the communities in which they serve. Some of my best moments of 2017 were spent donating my time and money to people that needed it. I spent eight days at a summer camp in Connecticut that gives terminally diagnosed children an opportunity to feel like a kid with a week away from home. Also, my district and I kicked off the holiday season by giving away 400+ coats to the children of DC. I am truly thankful for these opportunities that not only humbled me as a human being, but also made an impact on others.
Be thankful for your health:
We spend so much time worrying about "issues" that won't matter the next day, but no time at all being thankful to just be here (on earth). Coming from a family that has faced a hurdle or two over the years, I am thankful for the continued health of my family and friends.
There aren't enough surprises as an adult:
Think about it: as a child, almost everything your parents told you was a surprise. "We're going to Max and Erma's for dinner" set my brother and I off into screaming and high fives. For those of you laughing, they had an ice cream buffet and I have always loved sweets. But, seriously, every piece of news was a surprise. This isn't the case when you're an adult, you (maybe) get engaged and (maybe) find out the gender of your baby at a party with your friends. Why wait for those things? Do something to surprise your friends or family; send them mail, get on a plane and show up at their house, plan a weekend getaway-- adulthood is only as boring as you make it.
Do NOT wear a full-zip dress:
We shall call this "the dress mishap of 2017" and it was not pretty. We'll keep it simple. Have you ever stood completely naked in a Las Vegas night club in sheer and utter panic while your friends are unable to help you because they're laughing too hard? I have. Have you ever stood completely naked in a Las Vegas bathroom stall while the bathroom attendant acts as a seamstress on your dress? I have. And, that is why you don't wear a full-zip dress. Shout out to my drunk friend Caitlin for instigating the issue.
Never underestimate what you can find out about a
person via their tagged photos on social media:
In my younger years, I wrote a blog titled "The We Aren't Dating Epidemic," which explored lies that men tell women regarding their current relationship status. In the blog, I created a list of questions to ask men before I entertained the idea of going out to dinner with them. As it turns out, 24-year-old Nicole was wise beyond her years. This year, I learned (via Facebook tagged photos) that the phrase "I used to be engaged" does not necessarily mean that human being is single. It could, in fact, mean that they at one time were engaged and that they are no longer engaged because they are now married. How about that?
I would like to take the time to thank all of the people that have worked for me/currently work for me in the great state of Virginia. I am so proud of all of your accomplishments throughout 2017 and I am thrilled to see where everyone's careers take them in 2018. I know that I am crazy, thanks for putting up with me anyway-- especially during August week 2, and really lets face it, the entire month of September.
We know that 2018 will have challenges of its own. After all, we still have this whack job as President-- shout out to my fellow Americans. But hopefully, everyone can use the end of 2017 to reflect what they loved most about 2017. Because truly, standing naked in that night club just gave me one more thing to write about.
Here's to 2018!
Xoxo
As 2017 comes to a close, I still have so many unanswered questions in life: Why do public bathroom stall doors swing inward (especially at the airport)? Why does DC struggle so hard with just salting the road before a snow storm? Why can't every grocery sell wine at Trader Joe's prices? Why do Taylor Swift's songs get stuck in my head even though I know she's trash? Etc..
But, we are all another year older and another year wiser. Having spent the bulk of 2017 riding solo (Jason Derulo) I really spent the year working on myself. Below is a short list of lessons that I have learned over the last 365 days. Enjoy!
Trim the fat:
No, not your body fat. But, shout out to my BFFs Joel and Sara K that are almost at their birth weight! Proud of ya both! Anyways... I said this last year too, but it definitely is something that will continue to be applicable for life; let go of things and people that no longer serve you. If it causes you stress; let it go. If someone is just plain mean; let them go. It is always better to be alone than miserable, and if you're miserable when you're alone then that's a problem that needs to be addressed by you and you alone.
Hell hath no fury like when your BFF moves away:
I am not ashamed to admit that I cried myself to sleep in a Four Points hotel the day that Mel K Jones moved to Michigan. If I think about it enough, I could cry right now. Making friends as an adult is weird AF and when you finally find a soul sister in your city, it sucks to watch them move away. Say it together: it is okay to eat dinner alone.
You get to pick who you're friends with:
Larry (my very intelligent but very abrasive brother) taught me this one. I'm going to go ahead and steal a page out of Regina George's book, "you might think you like someone, but you could be wrong." Which is similar to someone making you believe that they're your friend, only to catch them making out with your ex-boyfriend at an event that you're physically present at. The moral of this story is-- cut those people out of your life.
Know what you are able to give:
This one really comes in the form of a million different things. In addition to knowing what you can and can't stand for in a relationship- dive into what you can give of yourself to complete strangers. I am lucky to work for a company that gives back to the communities in which they serve. Some of my best moments of 2017 were spent donating my time and money to people that needed it. I spent eight days at a summer camp in Connecticut that gives terminally diagnosed children an opportunity to feel like a kid with a week away from home. Also, my district and I kicked off the holiday season by giving away 400+ coats to the children of DC. I am truly thankful for these opportunities that not only humbled me as a human being, but also made an impact on others.
Be thankful for your health:
We spend so much time worrying about "issues" that won't matter the next day, but no time at all being thankful to just be here (on earth). Coming from a family that has faced a hurdle or two over the years, I am thankful for the continued health of my family and friends.
There aren't enough surprises as an adult:
Think about it: as a child, almost everything your parents told you was a surprise. "We're going to Max and Erma's for dinner" set my brother and I off into screaming and high fives. For those of you laughing, they had an ice cream buffet and I have always loved sweets. But, seriously, every piece of news was a surprise. This isn't the case when you're an adult, you (maybe) get engaged and (maybe) find out the gender of your baby at a party with your friends. Why wait for those things? Do something to surprise your friends or family; send them mail, get on a plane and show up at their house, plan a weekend getaway-- adulthood is only as boring as you make it.
Do NOT wear a full-zip dress:
We shall call this "the dress mishap of 2017" and it was not pretty. We'll keep it simple. Have you ever stood completely naked in a Las Vegas night club in sheer and utter panic while your friends are unable to help you because they're laughing too hard? I have. Have you ever stood completely naked in a Las Vegas bathroom stall while the bathroom attendant acts as a seamstress on your dress? I have. And, that is why you don't wear a full-zip dress. Shout out to my drunk friend Caitlin for instigating the issue.
Never underestimate what you can find out about a
person via their tagged photos on social media:
In my younger years, I wrote a blog titled "The We Aren't Dating Epidemic," which explored lies that men tell women regarding their current relationship status. In the blog, I created a list of questions to ask men before I entertained the idea of going out to dinner with them. As it turns out, 24-year-old Nicole was wise beyond her years. This year, I learned (via Facebook tagged photos) that the phrase "I used to be engaged" does not necessarily mean that human being is single. It could, in fact, mean that they at one time were engaged and that they are no longer engaged because they are now married. How about that?
I would like to take the time to thank all of the people that have worked for me/currently work for me in the great state of Virginia. I am so proud of all of your accomplishments throughout 2017 and I am thrilled to see where everyone's careers take them in 2018. I know that I am crazy, thanks for putting up with me anyway-- especially during August week 2, and really lets face it, the entire month of September.
We know that 2018 will have challenges of its own. After all, we still have this whack job as President-- shout out to my fellow Americans. But hopefully, everyone can use the end of 2017 to reflect what they loved most about 2017. Because truly, standing naked in that night club just gave me one more thing to write about.
Here's to 2018!
Xoxo
Monday, December 18, 2017
Adulting: The Breakup Edition
Happy Monday, beautiful people!
I decided that I am going to start writing again and when I logged into my blog, I saw that I had four posts in draft from who knows when.
I found that this one was most relevant so I picked up right where I left off. Enjoy!
_______
"I just want to love every aspect of my life the way that I love my job," I told my mom over the phone while walking in awkward circles anxiously at the mall. "Something just doesn't feel right."
I call my mother for everything: remind me how much garlic goes in the homemade sauce?
What is the best removal technique for red wine on a white shirt? Are you going to visit me? What size shirt does dad wear? Remind me of his liver transplant anniversary. Listen to this probably-not-so-entertaining story about this random person. Is diet soda bad for you? What was the name of our neighbor in 1994? I have a weird bump on my leg, do you think I am dying? Why aren't you picking up your phone-- I am your life!
Everything.
"Don't judge me," I started. "I'm just not happy."
It almost hurt to say. How the hell did this happen? How did I get to this place? Most importantly, I better figure this out pronto so that I don't have to change my Instagram handle.
We talked through the details for a bit and in the end my mother asked, "are you sure?"
You know, before someone decides to end a relationship they think about it obsessively for a significant amount of time. In long term relationships, you find yourself tabling your emotions simply because you've been with someone for long enough that you consider it an investment. You justify your significant other doing _____ (often something ridiculous/childish/selfish/ or all of the above) or saying ____ (rude/hurtful/absurd things) simply because you don't want to "throw away" one or two or three years of your life.
I had thought about it obsessively for a significant amount of time. I was sure. This was the end.
And so came the battle with myself. How the heck am I going to move on from this? Where am I going to live? Do I know how to be single? Should I google it? What am I going to do with all of my free time? How much is this going to cost me?
But, you know what I did? I figured all of that out. I owed it to myself to figure it out.
Some things were tough. Long term breaks ups are like a divorce without the split of financial assets. The division of the physical assets sucked though. I lost the wine rack (I'm still bitter). The move out process was a logistical nightmare. Ladies, no matter how little you think you own-- do yourself a favor and hire movers. I didn't have tools, so I hammered all of the nails to hang my wall art with a spoon. (My dad has since purchased the essentials for me). A few months after the move, I found some hand-written notes and cards that I must have missed throwing away during the relationship purge and I wept like a child. There were definitely some bumps in the road.
In the end; I had back pain, more bills, a list of things I needed to buy, and a million things to unpack. But, I had a beautiful place to call my own and above all, I had my dignity. I walked away from that situation thinking, "at least I have my own back." Love yourself girl or nobody will @ J. Cole.
You know what the worst part about being single is? Carrying all of your groceries from the car to your apartment. You know what the best part about being single is? Literally everything else.
There are so many people in unhappy relationships. It's insane to me.
Some of the craziest people I know say things like, "well, if the worst thing that he/she does is drink a fifth of liquor a night, I can handle that." Or, "he/she says rude things to me but at least they don't cheat on me." Or, my personal favorite, "that's just how he/she is."
One of the greatest lessons that I have learned in my adult life is that if someone does/says things that make you question your self worth or discredits your emotions to any extent, it doesn't matter how long that you have been with that person--it's time to go. Your emotions, your thoughts, your feelings; they all matter. If the person you are dating doesn't feel the same--pack your shit.
Your biological clock is ticking? Your parents want you to be married? You think you're old? I am hopeful that you won't be 50 years old when you find a respectable human being to settle down with. Your parents want you to be happy, and they associate that with marriage/relationships because maybe it worked for them. You're only as old as you feel and trust me and I say that you'll feel younger when you aren't permanently frustrated with your relationship.
Fun facts:
1. The solution to a failing relationship is not marriage.
2. The solution to a failing marriage is not having a child.
There are actually people out there that stay in unhappy relationships because they fear that they won't find anyone, or find anyone better. But guess what? You will. Honestly, even if you don't find anyone, sometimes that is just the best damn thing for you. Take it from me. Take some time to work on yourself and find out who you are and what it is that you need in this world.
Give me a call if you need help with this- I'm the happiest person I know.
The breakup of a long term relationship is not a failure or a waste of time. It's just a lesson. One that prepares you for your next move. You are a human being with a mouth and legs, state your peace and walk away.
________
Here's to loving yourself in ways beyond using a hydrating face mask once a week.
Xoxo,
Nicole <3
I decided that I am going to start writing again and when I logged into my blog, I saw that I had four posts in draft from who knows when.
I found that this one was most relevant so I picked up right where I left off. Enjoy!
_______
"I just want to love every aspect of my life the way that I love my job," I told my mom over the phone while walking in awkward circles anxiously at the mall. "Something just doesn't feel right."
I call my mother for everything: remind me how much garlic goes in the homemade sauce?
What is the best removal technique for red wine on a white shirt? Are you going to visit me? What size shirt does dad wear? Remind me of his liver transplant anniversary. Listen to this probably-not-so-entertaining story about this random person. Is diet soda bad for you? What was the name of our neighbor in 1994? I have a weird bump on my leg, do you think I am dying? Why aren't you picking up your phone-- I am your life!
Everything.
"Don't judge me," I started. "I'm just not happy."
It almost hurt to say. How the hell did this happen? How did I get to this place? Most importantly, I better figure this out pronto so that I don't have to change my Instagram handle.
We talked through the details for a bit and in the end my mother asked, "are you sure?"
You know, before someone decides to end a relationship they think about it obsessively for a significant amount of time. In long term relationships, you find yourself tabling your emotions simply because you've been with someone for long enough that you consider it an investment. You justify your significant other doing _____ (often something ridiculous/childish/selfish/ or all of the above) or saying ____ (rude/hurtful/absurd things) simply because you don't want to "throw away" one or two or three years of your life.
I had thought about it obsessively for a significant amount of time. I was sure. This was the end.
And so came the battle with myself. How the heck am I going to move on from this? Where am I going to live? Do I know how to be single? Should I google it? What am I going to do with all of my free time? How much is this going to cost me?
But, you know what I did? I figured all of that out. I owed it to myself to figure it out.
Some things were tough. Long term breaks ups are like a divorce without the split of financial assets. The division of the physical assets sucked though. I lost the wine rack (I'm still bitter). The move out process was a logistical nightmare. Ladies, no matter how little you think you own-- do yourself a favor and hire movers. I didn't have tools, so I hammered all of the nails to hang my wall art with a spoon. (My dad has since purchased the essentials for me). A few months after the move, I found some hand-written notes and cards that I must have missed throwing away during the relationship purge and I wept like a child. There were definitely some bumps in the road.
In the end; I had back pain, more bills, a list of things I needed to buy, and a million things to unpack. But, I had a beautiful place to call my own and above all, I had my dignity. I walked away from that situation thinking, "at least I have my own back." Love yourself girl or nobody will @ J. Cole.
You know what the worst part about being single is? Carrying all of your groceries from the car to your apartment. You know what the best part about being single is? Literally everything else.
There are so many people in unhappy relationships. It's insane to me.
Some of the craziest people I know say things like, "well, if the worst thing that he/she does is drink a fifth of liquor a night, I can handle that." Or, "he/she says rude things to me but at least they don't cheat on me." Or, my personal favorite, "that's just how he/she is."
One of the greatest lessons that I have learned in my adult life is that if someone does/says things that make you question your self worth or discredits your emotions to any extent, it doesn't matter how long that you have been with that person--it's time to go. Your emotions, your thoughts, your feelings; they all matter. If the person you are dating doesn't feel the same--pack your shit.
Your biological clock is ticking? Your parents want you to be married? You think you're old? I am hopeful that you won't be 50 years old when you find a respectable human being to settle down with. Your parents want you to be happy, and they associate that with marriage/relationships because maybe it worked for them. You're only as old as you feel and trust me and I say that you'll feel younger when you aren't permanently frustrated with your relationship.
Fun facts:
1. The solution to a failing relationship is not marriage.
2. The solution to a failing marriage is not having a child.
There are actually people out there that stay in unhappy relationships because they fear that they won't find anyone, or find anyone better. But guess what? You will. Honestly, even if you don't find anyone, sometimes that is just the best damn thing for you. Take it from me. Take some time to work on yourself and find out who you are and what it is that you need in this world.
Give me a call if you need help with this- I'm the happiest person I know.
The breakup of a long term relationship is not a failure or a waste of time. It's just a lesson. One that prepares you for your next move. You are a human being with a mouth and legs, state your peace and walk away.
________
Here's to loving yourself in ways beyond using a hydrating face mask once a week.
Xoxo,
Nicole <3
Monday, March 20, 2017
The Power of a Few Good Friends
It was the last day of 2009 and a bunch of my girlfriends and I were ready to ring in the New Year in Pittsburgh. We got ready and headed to the city in two cars. About halfway there, Rachel called me. I was the driver of car one and she was the driver of car two.
"Helloooooo," I answered.
"Listen," she started. "I'm not going to chase you around the city all night."
Yikes. That is not where I saw this conversation going.
"Well," I said. "I'm not going to deal with your piss poor attitude."
And that was it. That was the only argument that I have ever had with a friend of mine in my adult life. It was 45 seconds long and straight to the point. When we got to the party, we laughed about the phone call and hugged it out.
*In Rachel's defense, I was speeding in the rain and she was not familiar with the area. Sorry Rach,I love you.
You know those shows on Bravo where all of those women are just screaming at each other 24/7? They're doing it wrong.
In my opinion, girlfriends in your adult life are as important as water, oxygen and a good mascara.
Great girlfriends are the ones that eat at restaurants that they don't like because that's where you wanted to eat. The ones that come to target with you even though they don't need anything, knowing damn well they're going to drop $50. The ones that pick up the phone when they're busy, just to make sure you're alright. The ones that give you their last advil or tampon.
They tell the truth. Why yes, those pants do make your thighs look huge. They tell you when you have something in your teeth, sometimes they pick it out for you. They cut you off when you've really had plenty of wine. They call you out with you are being a B.
More importantly, they are your support system.
You know when you're younger and you think that every single event that happens is just so significant? Then, you get a little older and you realize that most of those things didn't matter at all. But, all at once, life just hits you for a few years in a row. The only reason that I survived that life thrashing was because of my girlfriends.
When shit goes rogue in your twenties, it's your girlfriends that have your back. When you hate a man, they hate him with you. When you love a guy even though he's a total moron, they'll rationalize why that's okay. These are the same people that keep you from causing physical bodily harm to the same men described above once the shit hits the proverbial fan.
They ask about your parents. When you mess something up really badly, they tell you that you're still awesome, and they mean it!
Some of my most significant life decisions have been finalized over guacamole and a margarita with Mel K Jones.
While celebrating my birthday this weekend, I looked around at all of the amazing people in my apartment and felt so incredibly thankful for a (little more than a) few good friends.
You know when you first meet someone and your soul just screams "YES!" Those are the ones.
Whether it be through an ex, or a current boyfriend, or college, or work or randomly in central America in an airport; when you find them love them and support them and thank them and repay them by doing the same things that they do for you
Those "friends" out there that pick fights with you, they aren't friends. It's like Meghan Trainor said; you need to let it go. Life is hard, maintaining positive friendships shouldn't be.
Here's to finding your tribe and being grateful every single day.
Xo
"Helloooooo," I answered.
"Listen," she started. "I'm not going to chase you around the city all night."
Yikes. That is not where I saw this conversation going.
"Well," I said. "I'm not going to deal with your piss poor attitude."
And that was it. That was the only argument that I have ever had with a friend of mine in my adult life. It was 45 seconds long and straight to the point. When we got to the party, we laughed about the phone call and hugged it out.
*In Rachel's defense, I was speeding in the rain and she was not familiar with the area. Sorry Rach,I love you.
You know those shows on Bravo where all of those women are just screaming at each other 24/7? They're doing it wrong.
In my opinion, girlfriends in your adult life are as important as water, oxygen and a good mascara.
Great girlfriends are the ones that eat at restaurants that they don't like because that's where you wanted to eat. The ones that come to target with you even though they don't need anything, knowing damn well they're going to drop $50. The ones that pick up the phone when they're busy, just to make sure you're alright. The ones that give you their last advil or tampon.
They tell the truth. Why yes, those pants do make your thighs look huge. They tell you when you have something in your teeth, sometimes they pick it out for you. They cut you off when you've really had plenty of wine. They call you out with you are being a B.
More importantly, they are your support system.
You know when you're younger and you think that every single event that happens is just so significant? Then, you get a little older and you realize that most of those things didn't matter at all. But, all at once, life just hits you for a few years in a row. The only reason that I survived that life thrashing was because of my girlfriends.
When shit goes rogue in your twenties, it's your girlfriends that have your back. When you hate a man, they hate him with you. When you love a guy even though he's a total moron, they'll rationalize why that's okay. These are the same people that keep you from causing physical bodily harm to the same men described above once the shit hits the proverbial fan.
They ask about your parents. When you mess something up really badly, they tell you that you're still awesome, and they mean it!
Some of my most significant life decisions have been finalized over guacamole and a margarita with Mel K Jones.
While celebrating my birthday this weekend, I looked around at all of the amazing people in my apartment and felt so incredibly thankful for a (little more than a) few good friends.
You know when you first meet someone and your soul just screams "YES!" Those are the ones.
Whether it be through an ex, or a current boyfriend, or college, or work or randomly in central America in an airport; when you find them love them and support them and thank them and repay them by doing the same things that they do for you
Those "friends" out there that pick fights with you, they aren't friends. It's like Meghan Trainor said; you need to let it go. Life is hard, maintaining positive friendships shouldn't be.
Here's to finding your tribe and being grateful every single day.
Xo
Monday, March 6, 2017
The Inception of #Thisis28
My mother pulled me aside in the grocery store. She did this from time to time when I was acting out. "Nicole," she began. "You need to stop telling people that. You are not going to die."
I remember this vividly. I had a piece of American cheese in my hand. Mom often let Larry and I get a piece of cheese from the deli or a cookie from the bakery while she grocery shopped. Really, anything to keep our hands occupied in an effort to avoid the 'who can yank the most coupons out of the aisle dispensers before we get to the check out' contest that Larry and I actively participated in when mom wasn't paying attention to us.
Looking back, that random woman in the spice aisle was probably creeped the fuck out. Here I am, six-year-old Nicole, telling a random stranger that I am going to die at the age of 27. I was the female version of Haley Joel Osment in the Sixth Sense.
I have no idea when I decided that I would die at 27, but it has definitely been a thing for as long as I remember. I was fascinated with the idea of death. I once asked my mother what a will was. "It's a letter that older people leave for their family before they die. It tells the family what to do with all of their belongings."
"Cool," I said. "Can I have your coffee pot when you die?"
I got sent to my room.
After the grocery store and a few other lectures from my mother, I stopped talking about how I was going to die at the age of 27, but I still actively thought about it. I (unknowingly) would have been in good company with those belonging to the "27 Club." Still to this day, I do not know where this idea came from. But, here is what I can tell you...
I have a theory about my twenties (also addressed in previous blogs). For me, 25 was the year of hot men, ask anyone. I am steadfast in this theory. Now, 26 on the other hand, that was the year of the flu; saw a whole lot of doctors that year.
I didn't really think too much about my alleged death year as it played out, but I mentioned it to my friends on occasion. I rear ended a guy in stop and go traffic about three weeks after I moved to DC when I was 27, smashed my big nose off the steering wheel and everything. But, even though I was going about 10mph at the time; I told my friends that I believed that's when I was supposed to die (I know this is dumb). On September 16th of my 27th year, my friends threw me a half birthday party to celebrate six months survived of the alleged dooms-year.
On March 15th (the day before my birthday) of my 27th year, I refused to drive to work. I walked instead. I figured that if I had made it 364 days, I wasn't going to go out in some non-heroic way. When I got home that day, I refused to leave my apartment. I went to sleep at 9pm. Not today, I thought.
And then just like that, I woke up the next morning and I was 28. I was a combination of shocked that I had made it this far, embarrassed that I told so many people that I wouldn't, and kind of confused because that whole grocery store scenario felt like last week and now I was pushing 30.
Regardless; this was the inception of #thisis28. It began as a joke.
"I fell asleep snuggling a bag of Doritos #thisis28."
But, then it turned into a journey of living my best life. Like, here I am with my dad that escaped death a million times using the puppy filter on snapchat #thisis28. This is me spending every weekend at the pool #thisis28. Promoted! #thisis28. Here are some gorgeous flowers my boyfriend sent me #thisis28. Here we are in the Caribbean (again) #thisis28.
To be honest I am pretty glad that I did make it to 28 because this year has been all about some serious finding myself shit. You know that whole "let go of the things that no longer serve you" quote? Yeah, I did that and you should too. Twenty eight turned out to be the best year yet, for myself, not America.
So, with only 10 days left of #thisis28 I figured I would post to explain why you guys have to see that hashtag all of the time and to say thank you for all of you awesome people that are in my life. I feel so honored to be surrounded by amazing friends, family, and coworkers in DC and beyond.
Thanks for putting up with my crazy, especially for those of you that knew the Haley Joel Osment version of me.
Here's to 29!
Xo
I remember this vividly. I had a piece of American cheese in my hand. Mom often let Larry and I get a piece of cheese from the deli or a cookie from the bakery while she grocery shopped. Really, anything to keep our hands occupied in an effort to avoid the 'who can yank the most coupons out of the aisle dispensers before we get to the check out' contest that Larry and I actively participated in when mom wasn't paying attention to us.
Looking back, that random woman in the spice aisle was probably creeped the fuck out. Here I am, six-year-old Nicole, telling a random stranger that I am going to die at the age of 27. I was the female version of Haley Joel Osment in the Sixth Sense.
I have no idea when I decided that I would die at 27, but it has definitely been a thing for as long as I remember. I was fascinated with the idea of death. I once asked my mother what a will was. "It's a letter that older people leave for their family before they die. It tells the family what to do with all of their belongings."
"Cool," I said. "Can I have your coffee pot when you die?"
I got sent to my room.
After the grocery store and a few other lectures from my mother, I stopped talking about how I was going to die at the age of 27, but I still actively thought about it. I (unknowingly) would have been in good company with those belonging to the "27 Club." Still to this day, I do not know where this idea came from. But, here is what I can tell you...
I have a theory about my twenties (also addressed in previous blogs). For me, 25 was the year of hot men, ask anyone. I am steadfast in this theory. Now, 26 on the other hand, that was the year of the flu; saw a whole lot of doctors that year.
I didn't really think too much about my alleged death year as it played out, but I mentioned it to my friends on occasion. I rear ended a guy in stop and go traffic about three weeks after I moved to DC when I was 27, smashed my big nose off the steering wheel and everything. But, even though I was going about 10mph at the time; I told my friends that I believed that's when I was supposed to die (I know this is dumb). On September 16th of my 27th year, my friends threw me a half birthday party to celebrate six months survived of the alleged dooms-year.
On March 15th (the day before my birthday) of my 27th year, I refused to drive to work. I walked instead. I figured that if I had made it 364 days, I wasn't going to go out in some non-heroic way. When I got home that day, I refused to leave my apartment. I went to sleep at 9pm. Not today, I thought.
And then just like that, I woke up the next morning and I was 28. I was a combination of shocked that I had made it this far, embarrassed that I told so many people that I wouldn't, and kind of confused because that whole grocery store scenario felt like last week and now I was pushing 30.
Regardless; this was the inception of #thisis28. It began as a joke.
"I fell asleep snuggling a bag of Doritos #thisis28."
But, then it turned into a journey of living my best life. Like, here I am with my dad that escaped death a million times using the puppy filter on snapchat #thisis28. This is me spending every weekend at the pool #thisis28. Promoted! #thisis28. Here are some gorgeous flowers my boyfriend sent me #thisis28. Here we are in the Caribbean (again) #thisis28.
To be honest I am pretty glad that I did make it to 28 because this year has been all about some serious finding myself shit. You know that whole "let go of the things that no longer serve you" quote? Yeah, I did that and you should too. Twenty eight turned out to be the best year yet, for myself, not America.
So, with only 10 days left of #thisis28 I figured I would post to explain why you guys have to see that hashtag all of the time and to say thank you for all of you awesome people that are in my life. I feel so honored to be surrounded by amazing friends, family, and coworkers in DC and beyond.
Thanks for putting up with my crazy, especially for those of you that knew the Haley Joel Osment version of me.
Here's to 29!
Xo
Wednesday, April 13, 2016
Back on the Grid
I mean, come on... you guys couldn't have possibly thought that I would ever write in any color other than pink.
It's been so long, too long, since I have written. I once read that everyone should have three hobbies; one to make you money, one to keep you in shape and one to keep you creative. This is my creative outlet. Note: I did try adult coloring books during the winter but to be honest (TBH as the kids are saying), some of those pages are really intricate and I get tired around 10p.m. so it was short lived endeavor.
When I decided to major in English, I spent the great majority of my first two years of college the same way that everyone else did.... reading books. It wasn't until I got to Pitt that I began all of my intensive writing courses and found that I had a great passion for writing. During one of my more intimate classes of 12 classmates, our professor gave us a stern talking to one day. She preached that the idea of writing wasn't to write the same way that you speak, but to basically create a second identity for yourself, to use your writing to take you to a mythical place that you wish you could be, or to create fiction. At the end of the class, she pulled me aside to let me know that her lecture wasn't for me and that she did not want for me to adjust my already created pieces. She said that my work, though written the exact same way that I speak, was highly entertaining.
Yet, the most interesting and important aspects of these submitted pieces weren't that I was writing the same way in which I spoke, but rather that every story that I wrote was 100% nonfiction. Everything that I wrote about had actually happened in my life. The "place that I wished I was" or the "identity that I craved" was none other than my own.
Now, I am not sharing this story because I like to toot my own horn. I don't think that I am a better writer than my classmates. In fact, some of those 12 went on to write professionally and I did not.
But what I did do was create this blog. I started it on March 29, 2012 and my first post had 67 views. I posted every Monday morning religiously. The blog grew, quickly. And somehow between March 2012 and November 2015 (my last post), I've had 30,000 views on this blog. It gave me something to look forward to and reflect on just how exciting my life actually was. To have a place to express myself AND do have people that enjoyed reading about my explorations was amazing.
But somewhere along the way I lost it.
I lost it because I thought that I didn't have enough time. My fast-paced career consumed my brain, and I loved every minute of it. But even worse than not making time to write, I thought that I lost my excitement. I thought that I didn't have anything worth reading anymore.
You know what they say, hindsight is 20x20.
My life is still exciting. It's so entertaining that sometimes I laugh before I can even tell my friends what is about to come out of my mouth.
The irony of my life, the love, the hilarity that ensues on a regular basis, the relationships, the vacations (so many of them) and the adventures... they're all entertaining. So fucking entertaining. And we have a lot of catching up to do.
So my ode to you (my beloved readers), is that my boring hiatus is over. So whether you were in the first 67 readers or the latter 30,933 or if you're just reading this today confused about what the heck is happening, here is what I can promise you..... I will be back next week.
Here's to staying creative
Xoxo
It's been so long, too long, since I have written. I once read that everyone should have three hobbies; one to make you money, one to keep you in shape and one to keep you creative. This is my creative outlet. Note: I did try adult coloring books during the winter but to be honest (TBH as the kids are saying), some of those pages are really intricate and I get tired around 10p.m. so it was short lived endeavor.
When I decided to major in English, I spent the great majority of my first two years of college the same way that everyone else did.... reading books. It wasn't until I got to Pitt that I began all of my intensive writing courses and found that I had a great passion for writing. During one of my more intimate classes of 12 classmates, our professor gave us a stern talking to one day. She preached that the idea of writing wasn't to write the same way that you speak, but to basically create a second identity for yourself, to use your writing to take you to a mythical place that you wish you could be, or to create fiction. At the end of the class, she pulled me aside to let me know that her lecture wasn't for me and that she did not want for me to adjust my already created pieces. She said that my work, though written the exact same way that I speak, was highly entertaining.
Yet, the most interesting and important aspects of these submitted pieces weren't that I was writing the same way in which I spoke, but rather that every story that I wrote was 100% nonfiction. Everything that I wrote about had actually happened in my life. The "place that I wished I was" or the "identity that I craved" was none other than my own.
Now, I am not sharing this story because I like to toot my own horn. I don't think that I am a better writer than my classmates. In fact, some of those 12 went on to write professionally and I did not.
But what I did do was create this blog. I started it on March 29, 2012 and my first post had 67 views. I posted every Monday morning religiously. The blog grew, quickly. And somehow between March 2012 and November 2015 (my last post), I've had 30,000 views on this blog. It gave me something to look forward to and reflect on just how exciting my life actually was. To have a place to express myself AND do have people that enjoyed reading about my explorations was amazing.
But somewhere along the way I lost it.
I lost it because I thought that I didn't have enough time. My fast-paced career consumed my brain, and I loved every minute of it. But even worse than not making time to write, I thought that I lost my excitement. I thought that I didn't have anything worth reading anymore.
You know what they say, hindsight is 20x20.
My life is still exciting. It's so entertaining that sometimes I laugh before I can even tell my friends what is about to come out of my mouth.
The irony of my life, the love, the hilarity that ensues on a regular basis, the relationships, the vacations (so many of them) and the adventures... they're all entertaining. So fucking entertaining. And we have a lot of catching up to do.
So my ode to you (my beloved readers), is that my boring hiatus is over. So whether you were in the first 67 readers or the latter 30,933 or if you're just reading this today confused about what the heck is happening, here is what I can promise you..... I will be back next week.
Here's to staying creative
Xoxo
Sunday, September 20, 2015
An Open Letter to Our Boyfriends' Friends
Good day, my beautiful readers!
As promised and back by popular demand, here we go....
Let me set the scene for you. I took a few days off from work and I am visiting with my family and friends in Pittsburgh and I could not possibly be any happier. On Thursday, my dad and I went to the Pirate game in the afternoon and the parking situation was less than ideal. After driving around aimlessly for what my dad refers to as "two days," we decided to bite the bullet and park about a mile away and walk to the game. Dad said he will "probably need to have his foot amputated" due to the walk.
I am pointing out his comments so that you readers have a strong understanding for where my thick sarcasm comes from.
I am pointing out his comments so that you readers have a strong understanding for where my thick sarcasm comes from.
Regardless, we are making the trek over to the game and there are two guys walking behind us. The men are probably college aged and I hear one of them say to the other, "Being in a relationship just isn't worth it, man. It's a lot of work and I see how miserable my roommate is with his girlfriend everyday. I don't understand why anyone would want to be in a relationship in the first place." To which his friend replies the standard response of an inaudible grumble.
Now, if you know me, you understand how hard it was for me to just let these two guys scoot past my dad and I without making some sassy comment or sticking out my foot for this dummy to trip on. Maybe I am a man eater, maybe I am an extreme advocate for girl power, or maybe I have an internal fear that my boyfriend's friends are probably saying the same things about me when they translate my actions into those of a psychotic woman. Regardless, this comment really got me thinking over the last couple of days as to why this friend could have possibly assumed or come to the conclusion that his roommate is "miserable" with his girlfriend.
Here is what I've come up with:
1. His friend/roommate has said to him before "gosh, I am just miserable with Amy."
2. His friend/roommate has told him tales about how terrible Amy is.
3. His friend/roommate rolls his eyes or seems grumpy in Amy's presence.
4. He likes hooking up with multiple girls so much so that he doesn't understand monogamy.
5. He doesn't like putting forth effort on any obstacle deemed as "hard."
6. No girl wants to date this guy, so he's playing it off like he doesn't want a girlfriend.
So, allow me to take you on a magical journey and break these down one by one....
1. His friend/roommate has said to him before, "Gosh, I am just miserable with Amy."
Let's get real with this one- it likely did not happen. Most men out there aren't very open with expressing their feelings, especially with their bros. I think it is incredibly unlikely that while these two were splitting up their share of the monthly bills, one of the guys said, "hey man, can I talk to you about my relationship?" Now, there is always a possibility that I could be wrong. But in this case, I sincerely doubt that this happened.
IF you are a man and you are A) telling your friends how much you can't stand your significant other or B) reading this post thinking "but Nicole, I really AM miserable with my girlfriend." Well, gentlemen, do yourself a favor and break up with this girl and get on with your life. Most men are pretty good at breaking up with girls OR they are even better at treating women like a big bag of garbage until the girl throws in the towel so that he doesn't have to do the dirty work. Either way, life is too short to spend it in some unhappy relationship.
2. His friend/roommate has told him tales about how terrible Amy is.
Now, this... this is a possibility.
We've all heard these stories before. Hell, I have been this story before. "Nicole has OCD, if I leave my socks on the ground she freaks out." And, lets get real, if they're saying it in front of us... they're probably saying worse when we aren't around. Trust me. So, it is a likely possibility that this guy's roommate could have said something like this. Amy is complaining about the socks (or anything ever) and now guess what? Amy is a grade A bitch and the roommate is "miserable."
Now gentlemen, allow me to challenge you to consider the source and the facts. Do I get angry when Ryan's socks are on the floor? Yes, yes I do. Because they are smelly and the hamper is LITERALLY ten feet from where Ryan (love you, babe) tosses them. Is my complaining about said socks annoying? Yeah, maybe it is. But, do you know what's annoying to me? Doing laundry at midnight on a Sunday because you've realized all of your underwear/undershirts/socks are dirty BECAUSE THEY WEREN'T IN THE HAMPER. Two sides to every story, people. Ultimately, having a girlfriend that wants to clean your socks isn't exactly grounds for hating life... ask around.
3. His friend/roommate rolls his eyes or seems grumpy in Amy's presence.
This is an even better possibility and I'm going to tell you why. Have you, ladies, ever been with a group of guys (your man included) and your significant other tells you that he loves you? No? Hmm, ever wonder why? Because guys make fun of their friends for doing emotional things in public. "Awwww look at you two holding hands." Or, "Can you come outside with us or do you have to ask Nicole first?" That's why. Men in numbers create an environment that when you can't stand your girlfriend, thats the norm. They breed the idea that unhappiness is cool and well, it's not. So when your man makes fun of you or repeats something that you say- he's trying to look cool in front of his friends. And, however it is that his friends interpret that is up to them honestly.
4. He likes hooking up with multiple girls so much so that he doesn't understand monogamy.
Depending on how old the guy is, this could be a possibility. This particular guy was college aged so he is probably in the down-to-party stage and potentially in a sex driven stage as well. "I don't understand why anyone would want to be in a relationship anyways," to me, indicates that this bro probably hasn't even been in one. It seems that he doesn't yet know what it's like to love someone out there more than pizza. Because, let's get real, I have been in some genuinely questionable relationships. I won't get stared with those because they wouldn't fit in this blog. But, I digress. Even after the off the wall relationships that I've gotten myself into a time or two, I haven't said, "I don't understand why anyone would want to be in a relationship anyways," because, I understand why.
5. He doesn't like putting forth any effort on any obstacle deemed as "hard."
"It's a lot of work," says the friend. When we are born, we don't walk out of the womb. We work very very hard in our younger year(s) to get our feet under us and walk towards our parents for our favorite toy. You know what was hard? The day I learned to ride a two wheeler and I rode my bike directly into a thorn bush in my neighborhood. In 2010, I graduated college and let me tell you that it wasn't a walk in the park. Between 2012 and 2013 I ran two half marathons the training was long and difficult and the races were too. In 2013, I moved to a city where I knew 0 people and that wasn't easy either. Relationships aren't easy. But if I had never struggled through anything in my life guess what? I would be sitting on my parents floor waiting from them to bring me a damn toy, I wouldn't have a career and I would be lonely as shit. So guys, FYI, life isn't always a game of Candyland.
6. No girl wants to date this guy, so he's playing it off like he doesn't want a girlfriend.
No explanation necessary on this one, pretty self explanatory.
But the real message here is.... Guys, don't pass judgement on your friend's relationships. It's not appropriate and unless you're involved in some creepy love triangle, that relationship involves two people and you simply aren't one of them. Don't make fun of him for loving his girlfriend, thats immature. And don't go around talking about his girlfriend like she's the spawn of satan when she's just trying to do some damn laundry. And guys, tell your woman how you really feel regardless of how it will be perceived!
Here's to LOVE <3
Xoxo
1. His friend/roommate has said to him before, "Gosh, I am just miserable with Amy."
Let's get real with this one- it likely did not happen. Most men out there aren't very open with expressing their feelings, especially with their bros. I think it is incredibly unlikely that while these two were splitting up their share of the monthly bills, one of the guys said, "hey man, can I talk to you about my relationship?" Now, there is always a possibility that I could be wrong. But in this case, I sincerely doubt that this happened.
IF you are a man and you are A) telling your friends how much you can't stand your significant other or B) reading this post thinking "but Nicole, I really AM miserable with my girlfriend." Well, gentlemen, do yourself a favor and break up with this girl and get on with your life. Most men are pretty good at breaking up with girls OR they are even better at treating women like a big bag of garbage until the girl throws in the towel so that he doesn't have to do the dirty work. Either way, life is too short to spend it in some unhappy relationship.
2. His friend/roommate has told him tales about how terrible Amy is.
Now, this... this is a possibility.
We've all heard these stories before. Hell, I have been this story before. "Nicole has OCD, if I leave my socks on the ground she freaks out." And, lets get real, if they're saying it in front of us... they're probably saying worse when we aren't around. Trust me. So, it is a likely possibility that this guy's roommate could have said something like this. Amy is complaining about the socks (or anything ever) and now guess what? Amy is a grade A bitch and the roommate is "miserable."
Now gentlemen, allow me to challenge you to consider the source and the facts. Do I get angry when Ryan's socks are on the floor? Yes, yes I do. Because they are smelly and the hamper is LITERALLY ten feet from where Ryan (love you, babe) tosses them. Is my complaining about said socks annoying? Yeah, maybe it is. But, do you know what's annoying to me? Doing laundry at midnight on a Sunday because you've realized all of your underwear/undershirts/socks are dirty BECAUSE THEY WEREN'T IN THE HAMPER. Two sides to every story, people. Ultimately, having a girlfriend that wants to clean your socks isn't exactly grounds for hating life... ask around.
3. His friend/roommate rolls his eyes or seems grumpy in Amy's presence.
This is an even better possibility and I'm going to tell you why. Have you, ladies, ever been with a group of guys (your man included) and your significant other tells you that he loves you? No? Hmm, ever wonder why? Because guys make fun of their friends for doing emotional things in public. "Awwww look at you two holding hands." Or, "Can you come outside with us or do you have to ask Nicole first?" That's why. Men in numbers create an environment that when you can't stand your girlfriend, thats the norm. They breed the idea that unhappiness is cool and well, it's not. So when your man makes fun of you or repeats something that you say- he's trying to look cool in front of his friends. And, however it is that his friends interpret that is up to them honestly.
4. He likes hooking up with multiple girls so much so that he doesn't understand monogamy.
Depending on how old the guy is, this could be a possibility. This particular guy was college aged so he is probably in the down-to-party stage and potentially in a sex driven stage as well. "I don't understand why anyone would want to be in a relationship anyways," to me, indicates that this bro probably hasn't even been in one. It seems that he doesn't yet know what it's like to love someone out there more than pizza. Because, let's get real, I have been in some genuinely questionable relationships. I won't get stared with those because they wouldn't fit in this blog. But, I digress. Even after the off the wall relationships that I've gotten myself into a time or two, I haven't said, "I don't understand why anyone would want to be in a relationship anyways," because, I understand why.
5. He doesn't like putting forth any effort on any obstacle deemed as "hard."
"It's a lot of work," says the friend. When we are born, we don't walk out of the womb. We work very very hard in our younger year(s) to get our feet under us and walk towards our parents for our favorite toy. You know what was hard? The day I learned to ride a two wheeler and I rode my bike directly into a thorn bush in my neighborhood. In 2010, I graduated college and let me tell you that it wasn't a walk in the park. Between 2012 and 2013 I ran two half marathons the training was long and difficult and the races were too. In 2013, I moved to a city where I knew 0 people and that wasn't easy either. Relationships aren't easy. But if I had never struggled through anything in my life guess what? I would be sitting on my parents floor waiting from them to bring me a damn toy, I wouldn't have a career and I would be lonely as shit. So guys, FYI, life isn't always a game of Candyland.
6. No girl wants to date this guy, so he's playing it off like he doesn't want a girlfriend.
No explanation necessary on this one, pretty self explanatory.
But the real message here is.... Guys, don't pass judgement on your friend's relationships. It's not appropriate and unless you're involved in some creepy love triangle, that relationship involves two people and you simply aren't one of them. Don't make fun of him for loving his girlfriend, thats immature. And don't go around talking about his girlfriend like she's the spawn of satan when she's just trying to do some damn laundry. And guys, tell your woman how you really feel regardless of how it will be perceived!
Here's to LOVE <3
Xoxo
Wednesday, September 9, 2015
10 Months Later; Then and Now
Holy smokes.
It has been so long since I have taken the time to sit down, decompress and write. It's a total crime, but its true. With all of the excitement that occurs in life, it's really a sin that I haven't kept this blog updated through all of my ups and downs of being a 20-something displaced from my home in Pittsburgh.
The last I wrote, I was living in Baltimore. Ryan and I had recently moved into a new place downtown and we had just come home from an amazing trip to Jamaica. So, 10 months ago, we had all sorts of exciting things happening in our lives and we were feeling pretty unstoppable. Fast forward to now- and I almost think my 2014 self was boring.
Baltimore was great, grand, wonderful and had a lot to offer! It was a near perfect setting for a young couple looking for an adventure. We got to eat so much amazing food, spent a lot of time admiring the charm that the city had to offer and got a taste of what public transit is like (hint: it is not glamorous). Our apartment was huge and luxurious and affordable and beautiful. Baltimore wasn't great for Ryan's commute, however. He was spending so much of his life riding a train and the metro back and forth between DC and Baltimore that he was not the happiest when he got home at night and you really can't blame the guy. So, when I was offered a promotion in April to move to DC, it was the perfect storm.
So, again, we picked up our lives after a short five month stint in our beautiful Baltimore high rise and packed up to move to DC. But first, we packed for Costa Rica. Come on, do you know us? We love our vacations and we certainly weren't going to allow this spur of the moment move to a new city mess with our already booked travel arrangements.
So, to Costa Rica we went.... and boy are we glad we did.
It was an absolutely amazing trip packed with adventure and activities. We went white water rafting through a rain forest, hiked an active volcano, rode horses up a mountain and zip lined back down it, went to a hot springs water park, took a mud bath, deep sea fished, went snorkeling, took a day trip to Nicaragua and drove on some very questionable roadways. We ended up making some friends. I found my female soulmate halfway across the world. Melanie, a girl who had also booked the same tour, is a true gem. Who knew someone would love cheese curls and diet soda as much as me? Oddly enough, though we met in Costa Rica, Melanie lives about 4 miles from me in DC. So, how perfect? #soulsisters
We have photos and memories that will last a lifetime and the trip came just in time to kick off our summer tans. Our summer tans came just in time for the tan girl emoji to launch and if you know me, you know how clutch that was.
Upon getting back from our trip, we jumped directly in the move to DC. We found a perfect place in Arlington, VA just across the bridge from DC proper which makes for a pretty decent commute for Ryan and I. Our place is a lot smaller and a lot more expensive than our last residence, but its a cool town and at least we have each other. Plus, we got out of Baltimore directly following people burning down their own city. We are happy to be safely tucked away in our new home in the sky (even if we don't have closets). Because lets get real, having to fold some sweaters is a hell of a lot better living in the midst (literally) of record setting homicide rate.
We were in such a hurry to get unpacked and organized so that we could enjoy our much anticipated summer on the water because, oh did I forget to mention? Ryan bought a boat. So, we have been doing a lot of boating and with that comes the craziest tan I have ever had. Again, not complaining. As this summer comes to an abrupt end, we are thankful for all of the time that we got to spend with our friends in southern, MD this summer and we look forward to many more full of sunsets, questionable actions and mouth fulls of moonshine in the future.
To any of my store managers that may be reading this blog- there is something you need to know. You rock! Seriously. My career and the success of our district could not be what it is today without your hard work and dedication to your teams and your stores. I am so proud of everything that you guys accomplish on a daily basis and I look forward to seeing where each of your careers take you and the success that your future holds. Back to school down, Christmas to go. #11weeks #yikes
That brings us to now. I am here sitting on the couch (that Ryan despises) with a belly full of pasta and a heart full of love for this little life we have created together here in Virginia. Now that my career is in order, and I've gotten past the hurdles of a new district, I am ready to do some things for myself. Writing has always been my outlet and this blog was such a huge part of my life before moving to Maryland two years ago. Effective today, I am bringing this part of my life back and damn it feels good.
Now that you're all caught up on my life, I will move onto hilarious topics going forward. Though my residence has changed frequently, the one thing that remains is full days/ my entire existence packed full of the strangest series of events you could ever imagine. So next week, we will head down that road.
Ryan and I also booked our Euro trip last week- but we can talk about that next time as well. Any suggestions for places we need to see? Let me know before October 16th!
Here's to finding some time to do some things that make your world go round,
Xoxo
Nicole
It has been so long since I have taken the time to sit down, decompress and write. It's a total crime, but its true. With all of the excitement that occurs in life, it's really a sin that I haven't kept this blog updated through all of my ups and downs of being a 20-something displaced from my home in Pittsburgh.
The last I wrote, I was living in Baltimore. Ryan and I had recently moved into a new place downtown and we had just come home from an amazing trip to Jamaica. So, 10 months ago, we had all sorts of exciting things happening in our lives and we were feeling pretty unstoppable. Fast forward to now- and I almost think my 2014 self was boring.
Baltimore was great, grand, wonderful and had a lot to offer! It was a near perfect setting for a young couple looking for an adventure. We got to eat so much amazing food, spent a lot of time admiring the charm that the city had to offer and got a taste of what public transit is like (hint: it is not glamorous). Our apartment was huge and luxurious and affordable and beautiful. Baltimore wasn't great for Ryan's commute, however. He was spending so much of his life riding a train and the metro back and forth between DC and Baltimore that he was not the happiest when he got home at night and you really can't blame the guy. So, when I was offered a promotion in April to move to DC, it was the perfect storm.
So, again, we picked up our lives after a short five month stint in our beautiful Baltimore high rise and packed up to move to DC. But first, we packed for Costa Rica. Come on, do you know us? We love our vacations and we certainly weren't going to allow this spur of the moment move to a new city mess with our already booked travel arrangements.
So, to Costa Rica we went.... and boy are we glad we did.
It was an absolutely amazing trip packed with adventure and activities. We went white water rafting through a rain forest, hiked an active volcano, rode horses up a mountain and zip lined back down it, went to a hot springs water park, took a mud bath, deep sea fished, went snorkeling, took a day trip to Nicaragua and drove on some very questionable roadways. We ended up making some friends. I found my female soulmate halfway across the world. Melanie, a girl who had also booked the same tour, is a true gem. Who knew someone would love cheese curls and diet soda as much as me? Oddly enough, though we met in Costa Rica, Melanie lives about 4 miles from me in DC. So, how perfect? #soulsisters
We have photos and memories that will last a lifetime and the trip came just in time to kick off our summer tans. Our summer tans came just in time for the tan girl emoji to launch and if you know me, you know how clutch that was.
Upon getting back from our trip, we jumped directly in the move to DC. We found a perfect place in Arlington, VA just across the bridge from DC proper which makes for a pretty decent commute for Ryan and I. Our place is a lot smaller and a lot more expensive than our last residence, but its a cool town and at least we have each other. Plus, we got out of Baltimore directly following people burning down their own city. We are happy to be safely tucked away in our new home in the sky (even if we don't have closets). Because lets get real, having to fold some sweaters is a hell of a lot better living in the midst (literally) of record setting homicide rate.
We were in such a hurry to get unpacked and organized so that we could enjoy our much anticipated summer on the water because, oh did I forget to mention? Ryan bought a boat. So, we have been doing a lot of boating and with that comes the craziest tan I have ever had. Again, not complaining. As this summer comes to an abrupt end, we are thankful for all of the time that we got to spend with our friends in southern, MD this summer and we look forward to many more full of sunsets, questionable actions and mouth fulls of moonshine in the future.
To any of my store managers that may be reading this blog- there is something you need to know. You rock! Seriously. My career and the success of our district could not be what it is today without your hard work and dedication to your teams and your stores. I am so proud of everything that you guys accomplish on a daily basis and I look forward to seeing where each of your careers take you and the success that your future holds. Back to school down, Christmas to go. #11weeks #yikes
That brings us to now. I am here sitting on the couch (that Ryan despises) with a belly full of pasta and a heart full of love for this little life we have created together here in Virginia. Now that my career is in order, and I've gotten past the hurdles of a new district, I am ready to do some things for myself. Writing has always been my outlet and this blog was such a huge part of my life before moving to Maryland two years ago. Effective today, I am bringing this part of my life back and damn it feels good.
Now that you're all caught up on my life, I will move onto hilarious topics going forward. Though my residence has changed frequently, the one thing that remains is full days/ my entire existence packed full of the strangest series of events you could ever imagine. So next week, we will head down that road.
Ryan and I also booked our Euro trip last week- but we can talk about that next time as well. Any suggestions for places we need to see? Let me know before October 16th!
Here's to finding some time to do some things that make your world go round,
Xoxo
Nicole
Tuesday, November 18, 2014
My Life: PA-->MD
Hello, world!
It has been entirely too long since my last blog post and holy cow have I missed this creative lifestyle of mine. I have experienced a great deal of life changes over the last few months and I am the happiest I have ever been!
I have been busy busy busy with work and as we approach the holiday season it will only get more exciting! I am thankful to have two amazing and supportive families (one in PA and one in MD) an awesome DM peer group and a fantastic group of what is now 44 managers!
Ryan and I just got back from Jamaica where we did a lot of incredibly ambitious things (his idea, not mine). We went cliff jumping off of a 40 foot ledge and upon impact of the water I bashed myself in the face while attempting to hold my nose. Ten days later, my black eye has fully healed. We made some great friends, Kara and Brad, with whom we spent the week with in paradise. PS: Congrats on the wedding and your new life together! We went rope swinging into a waterfall, which was pretty badass if I do say so myself. And we went exploring in caves (filled with bats) while sailing the sea on a dinner cruise.
We have also moved into a gorgeous high rise apartment in downtown Baltimore and we are enjoying the city life and all it has to offer! We have utilized nearly all modes of public transportation, tried out some local restaurants and we now know what the downfall to this awesome view is-- carrying all of our groceries through the garage and elevator on Sundays. Nevertheless, we couldn't be happier to call this place home.
My parents celebrated their five year anniversary for the kidney swap this week and both are as healthy as a horses! I've never really understood this expression but it seemed to fit, so I used it. Regardless, they're healthy and happy and we love that. Larry is wrapping up his last year of law school and I can't wait for him to pick fights with someone other than me.
So, that is the long and the short of where I stand and I assure you I will write more at my next available moment.
Below is a blog that was in draft mode for a few months and since I am off of work and had some time to read back through it, I have decided to go ahead and hit the publish button.
For this blog topic, I would like to discuss all of the differences between my old life in Pennsylvania and my new life in Maryland. Warning: this is not an exageration.
1. HOLY HEAT.
Whenever I made the move from Pittsburgh to Baltimore I falsely assumed that the climate would be about the same. #Wrong. In Pittsburgh, the only time I have ever sweat because of heat before 8a.m. was while I was running the marathon in May of 2012. In Baltimore, I resorted to parking my car in a garage everywhere that it is an option. Has anyone else ever experienced the hell that is sitting your unsuspecting tush on a black leather seat that has been roasted in 90 degree heat for nine hours? I have. Looking to try something comparable? Sit on a fire. No. Sit on a fire in a bikini.
2. Keep driving, that's just rain.
I'm sorry, but since when do we slam on the breaks when it begins to mist? Do you want me in your backseat? No? Then let's maintain your speed please. Never have I ever lived in a place that your morning commute is elongated when there is a 30% chance of rain. The only time that I can think of that rain would be an issue if you were Barney Rubble. You know, Barney from the Flinstones. Because I am 99.9% confident that Barney did not have windshield wipers. If he did, there is literally NO TIME that we should be slowing to a speed of 15mph on an interstate.
3. Two hour delays (and cancellations) in adult life.
People of Pennsylvania- name the last time you had a two-hour delay. What's that you say, high school? Yeah, not here! If it is snowing or even if it MIGHT snow, full time employees of most professions in the state of Maryland will have a two hour delay. In addition to the delays, if snow accumulates more than three inches- no work for anyone! Four times last year, 0/5 of my malls opened because of snow. Once, it was because it had snowed the day before. Now some of you are probably thinking that this is awesome because it is essentially a paid day off. Let me tell you why it's not awesome. You actually have no choice but to sit in your house all day because literally the entire state is off of work. No grocery stores. No pizza. And worst of all- so many kids everywhere screaming their little heads off and building snowmen in a suburban neighborhood near you.
4. Crabs.
Not crab legs, not crab cakes, just the entire crab; eyes and all. Served all at once and by the dozen. No plates. No silverware. All manpower. Disclaimer: I actually love crabs now. However, on my first crab experience (January 4, 2014) left me mildly scarred. I couldn't wrap my head around the green guts that launched out of the crabs when you opened them up or the fact that you have the remove the lungs one by one before getting to the edible portion of the crab. Luckily for me, Ryan's parents are very loving and patient parent-in-laws and basically harvested and served my food to me as I sat the table making ugly facing while simultaneously wondering what the heck was on top of the crabs which brings me to my next point.....
5. Old Bay
Before relocating to Maryland, I had never heard of Old Bay. Honestly, I'm not even sure that they sold it at Giant Eagle. Regardless, if the United States of America switched their currency from dollars to Old Bay tomorrow, Maryland residents would become the 1%. They put this on EVERYTHING; soups, chips, meat, sandwiches, seafood, and maybe even ice cream. The billboards along the highways are advertisements for old bay. Their obsession is fascinating. Meanwhile, Pittsburghers are probably googling "old bay" as we speak.
6. North vs South
Okay everyone, group activity! Check out a map of the continental United States and draw a line horizontally dividing the country in two perfect halves as best as you can. On the east coast, what states does your line seperate? More than likely, it runs through north or South Carolina. But don't you dare tell someone from the state of Maryland that they do not reside in the south. As far as they're concerned; they are Savanah. No, seriously. Pennsylvania is undoubtably the north, and Maryland is as southern as it gets. Quick reminder for those of you that may not be so great at geography- these states share a state line.
7. State Pride
Here in Maryland, people are really proud of being from Maryland. You know whenever you go on vacation and those beach shops have t-shirts that say "Hawaii" or "Jamaica" and you buy one for your grandparents because, really, who else would ever wear a shirt like that? Well, think again. Marylanders LOVE their state and they could not be more proud to wear a shirt, post a bumper sticker, or fly their state flag. Now, the state flag is the real kicker. They put this EVERYWHERE. When you ask someone, "What's up with the facination?" They will happily tell you, "It's the best state flag!" I know what you're thinking.... Compared to what? So a couple of months ago I looked up the Pennsylvania flag just to see if the MD flag really blew it out of the water and honestly, I would be hard pressed to declare a winner. But, to each his own....
8. Car Modifications
Being that my boyfriend is obsessed with his car and is constantly spending absurd amounts of money on making it "cooler" I will try to keep this one brief. I am sure that there are people in Pennsylvania (and other parts of the country) that enjoy working on their cars. However, I have never seen this kind of excitement around motors and steering wheels.
9. Street Racing
A few weeks ago I was run off of the road by two men doing wheelies on motorcycles driving BETWEEN lanes on a "highway" on the way to Ryan's parent's house. When I got to his house and expressed that this was outrageous (etc, etc...) he told me that this behavior is 100% normal everywhere, not just in Maryland. So, I called my father and we decided the opposite. Ryan and I have been sitting at a stop light and had someone challenge us to a race (two honks of the horn DUH). Of course, you HAVE to participate or it will seem like you think that you have a slow car. There is also a race track where you can time the laps of your high-speed car after drinking large amounts of beer but don't even get me started on that. The entire thing gives me a headache just thinking about it....
10. Life on the Water
Every weekend from April through September is spent out on the water on a boat. I once asked Ryan what everyone does when it rains on the weekend and he informed me that it "never rains on the weekends" and though we found his theory to be mildly flawed, it did stand true for most of the summer. Hanging out in the brown river was a definite adaptation for me but I did learn to love it. I made a lot of great friends and had a rockin' tan all summer long; and for that, I am grateful!
Here is to enjoying your Thanksgiving and holiday season and more importantly...
Here is to picking the perfect Christmas tree :)
Xoxo
It has been entirely too long since my last blog post and holy cow have I missed this creative lifestyle of mine. I have experienced a great deal of life changes over the last few months and I am the happiest I have ever been!
I have been busy busy busy with work and as we approach the holiday season it will only get more exciting! I am thankful to have two amazing and supportive families (one in PA and one in MD) an awesome DM peer group and a fantastic group of what is now 44 managers!
Ryan and I just got back from Jamaica where we did a lot of incredibly ambitious things (his idea, not mine). We went cliff jumping off of a 40 foot ledge and upon impact of the water I bashed myself in the face while attempting to hold my nose. Ten days later, my black eye has fully healed. We made some great friends, Kara and Brad, with whom we spent the week with in paradise. PS: Congrats on the wedding and your new life together! We went rope swinging into a waterfall, which was pretty badass if I do say so myself. And we went exploring in caves (filled with bats) while sailing the sea on a dinner cruise.
We have also moved into a gorgeous high rise apartment in downtown Baltimore and we are enjoying the city life and all it has to offer! We have utilized nearly all modes of public transportation, tried out some local restaurants and we now know what the downfall to this awesome view is-- carrying all of our groceries through the garage and elevator on Sundays. Nevertheless, we couldn't be happier to call this place home.
My parents celebrated their five year anniversary for the kidney swap this week and both are as healthy as a horses! I've never really understood this expression but it seemed to fit, so I used it. Regardless, they're healthy and happy and we love that. Larry is wrapping up his last year of law school and I can't wait for him to pick fights with someone other than me.
So, that is the long and the short of where I stand and I assure you I will write more at my next available moment.
Below is a blog that was in draft mode for a few months and since I am off of work and had some time to read back through it, I have decided to go ahead and hit the publish button.
For this blog topic, I would like to discuss all of the differences between my old life in Pennsylvania and my new life in Maryland. Warning: this is not an exageration.
1. HOLY HEAT.
Whenever I made the move from Pittsburgh to Baltimore I falsely assumed that the climate would be about the same. #Wrong. In Pittsburgh, the only time I have ever sweat because of heat before 8a.m. was while I was running the marathon in May of 2012. In Baltimore, I resorted to parking my car in a garage everywhere that it is an option. Has anyone else ever experienced the hell that is sitting your unsuspecting tush on a black leather seat that has been roasted in 90 degree heat for nine hours? I have. Looking to try something comparable? Sit on a fire. No. Sit on a fire in a bikini.
2. Keep driving, that's just rain.
I'm sorry, but since when do we slam on the breaks when it begins to mist? Do you want me in your backseat? No? Then let's maintain your speed please. Never have I ever lived in a place that your morning commute is elongated when there is a 30% chance of rain. The only time that I can think of that rain would be an issue if you were Barney Rubble. You know, Barney from the Flinstones. Because I am 99.9% confident that Barney did not have windshield wipers. If he did, there is literally NO TIME that we should be slowing to a speed of 15mph on an interstate.
3. Two hour delays (and cancellations) in adult life.
People of Pennsylvania- name the last time you had a two-hour delay. What's that you say, high school? Yeah, not here! If it is snowing or even if it MIGHT snow, full time employees of most professions in the state of Maryland will have a two hour delay. In addition to the delays, if snow accumulates more than three inches- no work for anyone! Four times last year, 0/5 of my malls opened because of snow. Once, it was because it had snowed the day before. Now some of you are probably thinking that this is awesome because it is essentially a paid day off. Let me tell you why it's not awesome. You actually have no choice but to sit in your house all day because literally the entire state is off of work. No grocery stores. No pizza. And worst of all- so many kids everywhere screaming their little heads off and building snowmen in a suburban neighborhood near you.
4. Crabs.
Not crab legs, not crab cakes, just the entire crab; eyes and all. Served all at once and by the dozen. No plates. No silverware. All manpower. Disclaimer: I actually love crabs now. However, on my first crab experience (January 4, 2014) left me mildly scarred. I couldn't wrap my head around the green guts that launched out of the crabs when you opened them up or the fact that you have the remove the lungs one by one before getting to the edible portion of the crab. Luckily for me, Ryan's parents are very loving and patient parent-in-laws and basically harvested and served my food to me as I sat the table making ugly facing while simultaneously wondering what the heck was on top of the crabs which brings me to my next point.....
5. Old Bay
Before relocating to Maryland, I had never heard of Old Bay. Honestly, I'm not even sure that they sold it at Giant Eagle. Regardless, if the United States of America switched their currency from dollars to Old Bay tomorrow, Maryland residents would become the 1%. They put this on EVERYTHING; soups, chips, meat, sandwiches, seafood, and maybe even ice cream. The billboards along the highways are advertisements for old bay. Their obsession is fascinating. Meanwhile, Pittsburghers are probably googling "old bay" as we speak.
6. North vs South
Okay everyone, group activity! Check out a map of the continental United States and draw a line horizontally dividing the country in two perfect halves as best as you can. On the east coast, what states does your line seperate? More than likely, it runs through north or South Carolina. But don't you dare tell someone from the state of Maryland that they do not reside in the south. As far as they're concerned; they are Savanah. No, seriously. Pennsylvania is undoubtably the north, and Maryland is as southern as it gets. Quick reminder for those of you that may not be so great at geography- these states share a state line.
7. State Pride
Here in Maryland, people are really proud of being from Maryland. You know whenever you go on vacation and those beach shops have t-shirts that say "Hawaii" or "Jamaica" and you buy one for your grandparents because, really, who else would ever wear a shirt like that? Well, think again. Marylanders LOVE their state and they could not be more proud to wear a shirt, post a bumper sticker, or fly their state flag. Now, the state flag is the real kicker. They put this EVERYWHERE. When you ask someone, "What's up with the facination?" They will happily tell you, "It's the best state flag!" I know what you're thinking.... Compared to what? So a couple of months ago I looked up the Pennsylvania flag just to see if the MD flag really blew it out of the water and honestly, I would be hard pressed to declare a winner. But, to each his own....
8. Car Modifications
Being that my boyfriend is obsessed with his car and is constantly spending absurd amounts of money on making it "cooler" I will try to keep this one brief. I am sure that there are people in Pennsylvania (and other parts of the country) that enjoy working on their cars. However, I have never seen this kind of excitement around motors and steering wheels.
9. Street Racing
A few weeks ago I was run off of the road by two men doing wheelies on motorcycles driving BETWEEN lanes on a "highway" on the way to Ryan's parent's house. When I got to his house and expressed that this was outrageous (etc, etc...) he told me that this behavior is 100% normal everywhere, not just in Maryland. So, I called my father and we decided the opposite. Ryan and I have been sitting at a stop light and had someone challenge us to a race (two honks of the horn DUH). Of course, you HAVE to participate or it will seem like you think that you have a slow car. There is also a race track where you can time the laps of your high-speed car after drinking large amounts of beer but don't even get me started on that. The entire thing gives me a headache just thinking about it....
10. Life on the Water
Every weekend from April through September is spent out on the water on a boat. I once asked Ryan what everyone does when it rains on the weekend and he informed me that it "never rains on the weekends" and though we found his theory to be mildly flawed, it did stand true for most of the summer. Hanging out in the brown river was a definite adaptation for me but I did learn to love it. I made a lot of great friends and had a rockin' tan all summer long; and for that, I am grateful!
Here is to enjoying your Thanksgiving and holiday season and more importantly...
Here is to picking the perfect Christmas tree :)
Xoxo
Sunday, March 16, 2014
Life Changes in Your Twenties
Hi, everyone! I have missed you <3
Now, before you guys start calling me names because I have left you out to dry (via witty internet banter) for the first couple of months on 2014; hear me out. I have been very busy here in Baltimore. I've spent the early portions of this year shoveling snow, inadvertently laying myself out in the front yard, memorizing every song produced by Lorde, chugging lattes and loving everything around me. I also picked up three more stores, so between Royals and managing nine stores, I'm pretty blissfully wrapped up in my life.
My roommate bought a puppy! He is a miniature golden retriever and we named him Casanova because he lives with all girls. He's the friendliest dog alive but he struggles with where he should poop. His favorite place to poop is the kitchen. Basically, he's a work in progress. But, we love him.
Ryan and I went to Philadelphia for Valentine's weekend and it was so much fun. We went to Love Park, ate a lot of delicious food and enjoyed each other's company away from work for a full 48 hours. Also, I ate a hotdog which is in no way romantic but if you know me, you understand why this was a monumental win for Ryan. This week, we are going to St. Martin for my birthday and I cannot wait to sit my butt in the sand and work on absolutely nothing but my tan with the one I love. It's nice being a power couple.
Now onto the topic of choice.
I need someone to give me a medical or a logical explanation for what the hell happens to one's ability to successfully consume alcohol throughout the duration of their twenties. Now, if you're sitting there reading this thinking "I can still drink like a champion and I'm 25," then you, my friend, should seriously consider writing a book.
Allow me to explain.
When I was in college I was an absolute blast. I could drink almost anything. I could stomach the cheapest any-kind-of-alcohol you can name. My friends and I would go out all night, sleep for a few hours, and be at it again with absolutely no thought to it. If we were feeling hungover, we would order Papa Johns, and get on with the rest of our weekend shenanigan plans. We could mix liquor and beer in the same glass if we wanted to, and we would do that before we left the apartment for the evening. We made jello shots on a regular basis and I swear to you I could consume an entire tray on my own. I was a beer bonging champion at PITT football tailgates. I could take shots at the bar all night and then spend the next day in the library.
Then, I graduated. My career took off and I rarely went out to any establishment where the consumption of anything other than wine was even an option.
But every now and then I would try.
On my 23rd birthday, my boyfriend and I got in a screaming match over a vodka cranberry at the bar and he was asked to leave. That same year I was asked to leave a bar in Slippery Rock while visiting my brother after I poured a cup of water on a man wearing overalls. Those that were with me will say that I was in the wrong, but he wouldn't stop saying creepy things to me and no means no. Am I right, girls? That same year I threw up in my parent's powder room garbage can before sleeping on the deck. On my 24th birthday, I threw up in the front seat of Larry's car after he refused to pull over. I later found out that his refusal to pull over stemmed from the fact that we were actually on a bridge. #Pittsburgh One Sunday morning I woke up with a tumbleweed attached to my Steve Madden flat only to realize that I had slumbered on 24th St. and my vehicle was on 7th. Yes, those streets are in numerical order. Unfortunately, I walked four blocks in the wrong direction before coming to that realization.
Two weeks ago, Ryan insisted that we go out on the town with our friends in Baltimore. Reluctantly, I agreed. This was a mistake. We went out and had a great time. We participated in a Mardi Gras celebration where you paid $25 for "all you can drink." And, we did. I mean we really, really, drank all that we could. I spent the next day, in it's entirety, with my face on the toilet. God bless Ryan for getting me ginger ale and for eating his lunch in the bathroom because the smell of pizza made me sick. Ryan also needs to stop eating pizza from 7-11 but that is a topic for a different day. I was unable to move without vomiting that day until roughly 3p.m.
Now, I'm not telling you guys this story because I think it's hilarious. I am telling this story because it was a legitimate life lesson for me and I believe that everyone should be given fair warning before they indulge in excessive alcohol consumption past the age of 24.
You're welcome, fellow twenty-somethings.
Another pretty cool thing that occurs in your twenties; you stop caring. Not necessarily about everything, just about other people's thoughts. In your later twenties, you learn to stop trying to please other people. You start doing things for yourself. You do the things that make you happy and that better your own life and well-being.
What a concept.
You know what makes me happy?
Hugging my dad. Hugging him absolutely anywhere. Because I love him. Over-priced lattes. Because I can afford them. Sitting Indian style, everywhere, especially on the floor. Because I have really long legs and most of the time I don't know how to situate myself. Rap music. Because I think it's witty and well... hello. Tanning. Because a little sun is good for everyone, even if its artificial. Dancing. Especially the genie in a bottle dance. I will do this absolutely anywhere. I love all of these things and I do not give a single care what anyone else has to say about them. I don't care if I look weird sitting criss-cross apple sauce on the floor at an airport. I don't care if you don't like tanning beds. Yes, I know tanning gives you cancer. You know what else does? Everything.
Now, with all of that being said, today is my 26th birthday. Last night, I went out with a handful of my best friends and I am so unbelievably blessed and honored to be surrounded by such an amazing group of people. For every single one of you that spent last night with me, or that called or texted me, sent me cards, bought me wine... thank you. Thank you for those things but most importantly thank you for your constant love and support, not just on my birthday, but always. Every single one of you means the absolute world to me, and I could not be the person that I am today without each and every one of you.
Twenty-five was my best year yet, and I can't wait to see what twenty-six has to offer. Now, if you'll excuse me, Ryan and I are off to St. Martin.
I'll write soon, promise!
Here's to another year of health, happiness, and success,
Xoxo <3
Now, before you guys start calling me names because I have left you out to dry (via witty internet banter) for the first couple of months on 2014; hear me out. I have been very busy here in Baltimore. I've spent the early portions of this year shoveling snow, inadvertently laying myself out in the front yard, memorizing every song produced by Lorde, chugging lattes and loving everything around me. I also picked up three more stores, so between Royals and managing nine stores, I'm pretty blissfully wrapped up in my life.
My roommate bought a puppy! He is a miniature golden retriever and we named him Casanova because he lives with all girls. He's the friendliest dog alive but he struggles with where he should poop. His favorite place to poop is the kitchen. Basically, he's a work in progress. But, we love him.
Ryan and I went to Philadelphia for Valentine's weekend and it was so much fun. We went to Love Park, ate a lot of delicious food and enjoyed each other's company away from work for a full 48 hours. Also, I ate a hotdog which is in no way romantic but if you know me, you understand why this was a monumental win for Ryan. This week, we are going to St. Martin for my birthday and I cannot wait to sit my butt in the sand and work on absolutely nothing but my tan with the one I love. It's nice being a power couple.
Now onto the topic of choice.
I need someone to give me a medical or a logical explanation for what the hell happens to one's ability to successfully consume alcohol throughout the duration of their twenties. Now, if you're sitting there reading this thinking "I can still drink like a champion and I'm 25," then you, my friend, should seriously consider writing a book.
Allow me to explain.
When I was in college I was an absolute blast. I could drink almost anything. I could stomach the cheapest any-kind-of-alcohol you can name. My friends and I would go out all night, sleep for a few hours, and be at it again with absolutely no thought to it. If we were feeling hungover, we would order Papa Johns, and get on with the rest of our weekend shenanigan plans. We could mix liquor and beer in the same glass if we wanted to, and we would do that before we left the apartment for the evening. We made jello shots on a regular basis and I swear to you I could consume an entire tray on my own. I was a beer bonging champion at PITT football tailgates. I could take shots at the bar all night and then spend the next day in the library.
Then, I graduated. My career took off and I rarely went out to any establishment where the consumption of anything other than wine was even an option.
But every now and then I would try.
On my 23rd birthday, my boyfriend and I got in a screaming match over a vodka cranberry at the bar and he was asked to leave. That same year I was asked to leave a bar in Slippery Rock while visiting my brother after I poured a cup of water on a man wearing overalls. Those that were with me will say that I was in the wrong, but he wouldn't stop saying creepy things to me and no means no. Am I right, girls? That same year I threw up in my parent's powder room garbage can before sleeping on the deck. On my 24th birthday, I threw up in the front seat of Larry's car after he refused to pull over. I later found out that his refusal to pull over stemmed from the fact that we were actually on a bridge. #Pittsburgh One Sunday morning I woke up with a tumbleweed attached to my Steve Madden flat only to realize that I had slumbered on 24th St. and my vehicle was on 7th. Yes, those streets are in numerical order. Unfortunately, I walked four blocks in the wrong direction before coming to that realization.
Two weeks ago, Ryan insisted that we go out on the town with our friends in Baltimore. Reluctantly, I agreed. This was a mistake. We went out and had a great time. We participated in a Mardi Gras celebration where you paid $25 for "all you can drink." And, we did. I mean we really, really, drank all that we could. I spent the next day, in it's entirety, with my face on the toilet. God bless Ryan for getting me ginger ale and for eating his lunch in the bathroom because the smell of pizza made me sick. Ryan also needs to stop eating pizza from 7-11 but that is a topic for a different day. I was unable to move without vomiting that day until roughly 3p.m.
Now, I'm not telling you guys this story because I think it's hilarious. I am telling this story because it was a legitimate life lesson for me and I believe that everyone should be given fair warning before they indulge in excessive alcohol consumption past the age of 24.
You're welcome, fellow twenty-somethings.
Another pretty cool thing that occurs in your twenties; you stop caring. Not necessarily about everything, just about other people's thoughts. In your later twenties, you learn to stop trying to please other people. You start doing things for yourself. You do the things that make you happy and that better your own life and well-being.
What a concept.
You know what makes me happy?
Hugging my dad. Hugging him absolutely anywhere. Because I love him. Over-priced lattes. Because I can afford them. Sitting Indian style, everywhere, especially on the floor. Because I have really long legs and most of the time I don't know how to situate myself. Rap music. Because I think it's witty and well... hello. Tanning. Because a little sun is good for everyone, even if its artificial. Dancing. Especially the genie in a bottle dance. I will do this absolutely anywhere. I love all of these things and I do not give a single care what anyone else has to say about them. I don't care if I look weird sitting criss-cross apple sauce on the floor at an airport. I don't care if you don't like tanning beds. Yes, I know tanning gives you cancer. You know what else does? Everything.
Now, with all of that being said, today is my 26th birthday. Last night, I went out with a handful of my best friends and I am so unbelievably blessed and honored to be surrounded by such an amazing group of people. For every single one of you that spent last night with me, or that called or texted me, sent me cards, bought me wine... thank you. Thank you for those things but most importantly thank you for your constant love and support, not just on my birthday, but always. Every single one of you means the absolute world to me, and I could not be the person that I am today without each and every one of you.
Twenty-five was my best year yet, and I can't wait to see what twenty-six has to offer. Now, if you'll excuse me, Ryan and I are off to St. Martin.
I'll write soon, promise!
Here's to another year of health, happiness, and success,
Xoxo <3
Tuesday, December 31, 2013
Life Lessons from 2013
Happy last day of 2013!
The following lessons are tidbits that I've leaned in the last year. It is my aspiration that those reading this will save themselves many headaches and potential embarrassment in their future life endeavors.
1. When people continuously talk a lot about who they are as a human being; it is usually false advertisement.
If someone seems like they are too good to be true it's because the image that they have painted for you is a dramatic misrepresentation of their actual existence. It's entirely up to you to decide how long will allow the fairy tales to unravel before your eyes as you ride a unicorn through the gumdrop forest. The moral of the story is; do not listen when people talk about themselves, let them show you who they are.
Hint: When one prefaces sentences with, "It's not that I think that I'm better than everyone else but..." with regularity, it's actually because the dip shit honestly believes they are better than everyone else.
(Yes, I said dip shit).
2. Immaturity exists at every age.
In 2012, I firmly believed that everyone in my age group had the mind of that age group. However, when a 25-year-old woman told a labyrinth of lies about me it really bothered me. So much so that I ate a bowl of meatballs while crying at my parents kitchen table. See, I'm not happy ALL of the time. Anyway, once that loser was out of our lives forever via termination of employment, I thought that I would never have to deal with another immature person that was over the age of a middle schooler ever again.
I was blatantly wrong.
In 2013 the maturity of those in their 20s hopped on a submarine and took a nice little trip to the bottom of the ocean floor. Top reason for immaturity amongst women in their 20s that just can't stop talking about you: jealousy.
Bringing me to my next lesson.....
3. Women are crazy.
I mean absolutely, positively, out of their minds, off their rockers, need-to-be-institutionalized crazy. Now, let me say that I have spent a great deal of time defending our gender, I really have. But the performance that some of you had in the last year is worthy of an Academy Award. I request that some of you spend the early portions of 2014 making up fake scenarios and deciding what potential reactions would be appropriate or inappropriate for those situations.
If your reaction involves a)lashing out on social media b)showing up somewhere unexpected or uninvited c) shouting at an ungodly volume or d)texting someone that you have never meant before then you need to get back to the drawing board because you have the reaction and decision-making capabilities of a toddler.
4. Embracing change and taking risks are essential components to a happy and successful life.
I've never heard someone say that they accelerated their career or enhanced their relationships or quality of life by staying exactly where they were. Take risks as a challenge and run with the opportunities that life presents to you. Those people that matter in your life; they will stand behind you through it all. Distance is no roadblock to love and support.
Take a chance because, more than likely, the juice is worth the squeeze.
5. Laughter really is the best medicine.
The best days of 2013 and of my life were those that I spent laughing with my friends. If you are having a bad day or you find yourself in a terrible mood, you need to reach out to a person that you know can make you laugh. Even if the gratification is temporary, it is necessary. This is one of the best pieces of advice that I have to offer. If you don't have a person that can make you laugh then give me a call and I will do my best to cut the tension.
__________
With the end of the year upon us, I think that it is very important that everyone takes some time to look back at the last 364 days to remember what 2013 had to offer to them: are you happy with your life? Your job? Your living situation? Your relationship? Your family? Your friendships? Your social status? Your body? Your health? Did you take advantage of bettering yourself over the last year?
More importantly: what did we give to others in 2013?
If you found yourself on the receiving end last year, I urge you to spend 2014 giving. Giving doesn't necessarily come in the form of monetary donations or pricey vacations or over-the-top presents or bending-over-backwards favors. Just knowing that there are people, or even one human being on this earth that cares about your life can sometimes make all of the difference.
People need people. We need to know that we have each other's backs. We don't need to write big checks, we just need to exist. We need to be there for others and we need to be approachable for friendships, for happiness, for support for anything that can lighten someones burdens.
Here's to 2014~ this is your year!
Xoxo
The following lessons are tidbits that I've leaned in the last year. It is my aspiration that those reading this will save themselves many headaches and potential embarrassment in their future life endeavors.
1. When people continuously talk a lot about who they are as a human being; it is usually false advertisement.
If someone seems like they are too good to be true it's because the image that they have painted for you is a dramatic misrepresentation of their actual existence. It's entirely up to you to decide how long will allow the fairy tales to unravel before your eyes as you ride a unicorn through the gumdrop forest. The moral of the story is; do not listen when people talk about themselves, let them show you who they are.
Hint: When one prefaces sentences with, "It's not that I think that I'm better than everyone else but..." with regularity, it's actually because the dip shit honestly believes they are better than everyone else.
(Yes, I said dip shit).
2. Immaturity exists at every age.
In 2012, I firmly believed that everyone in my age group had the mind of that age group. However, when a 25-year-old woman told a labyrinth of lies about me it really bothered me. So much so that I ate a bowl of meatballs while crying at my parents kitchen table. See, I'm not happy ALL of the time. Anyway, once that loser was out of our lives forever via termination of employment, I thought that I would never have to deal with another immature person that was over the age of a middle schooler ever again.
I was blatantly wrong.
In 2013 the maturity of those in their 20s hopped on a submarine and took a nice little trip to the bottom of the ocean floor. Top reason for immaturity amongst women in their 20s that just can't stop talking about you: jealousy.
Bringing me to my next lesson.....
3. Women are crazy.
I mean absolutely, positively, out of their minds, off their rockers, need-to-be-institutionalized crazy. Now, let me say that I have spent a great deal of time defending our gender, I really have. But the performance that some of you had in the last year is worthy of an Academy Award. I request that some of you spend the early portions of 2014 making up fake scenarios and deciding what potential reactions would be appropriate or inappropriate for those situations.
If your reaction involves a)lashing out on social media b)showing up somewhere unexpected or uninvited c) shouting at an ungodly volume or d)texting someone that you have never meant before then you need to get back to the drawing board because you have the reaction and decision-making capabilities of a toddler.
4. Embracing change and taking risks are essential components to a happy and successful life.
I've never heard someone say that they accelerated their career or enhanced their relationships or quality of life by staying exactly where they were. Take risks as a challenge and run with the opportunities that life presents to you. Those people that matter in your life; they will stand behind you through it all. Distance is no roadblock to love and support.
Take a chance because, more than likely, the juice is worth the squeeze.
5. Laughter really is the best medicine.
The best days of 2013 and of my life were those that I spent laughing with my friends. If you are having a bad day or you find yourself in a terrible mood, you need to reach out to a person that you know can make you laugh. Even if the gratification is temporary, it is necessary. This is one of the best pieces of advice that I have to offer. If you don't have a person that can make you laugh then give me a call and I will do my best to cut the tension.
__________
With the end of the year upon us, I think that it is very important that everyone takes some time to look back at the last 364 days to remember what 2013 had to offer to them: are you happy with your life? Your job? Your living situation? Your relationship? Your family? Your friendships? Your social status? Your body? Your health? Did you take advantage of bettering yourself over the last year?
More importantly: what did we give to others in 2013?
If you found yourself on the receiving end last year, I urge you to spend 2014 giving. Giving doesn't necessarily come in the form of monetary donations or pricey vacations or over-the-top presents or bending-over-backwards favors. Just knowing that there are people, or even one human being on this earth that cares about your life can sometimes make all of the difference.
People need people. We need to know that we have each other's backs. We don't need to write big checks, we just need to exist. We need to be there for others and we need to be approachable for friendships, for happiness, for support for anything that can lighten someones burdens.
Here's to 2014~ this is your year!
Xoxo
Wednesday, December 18, 2013
Building an Orphanage and Hope in Mexico
Some of the most vivid memories that I possess are from the early years of my childhood. I can recall some aspects of my younger years as if they were yesterday.
I remember preschool; the colorful tape lines on the carpet that represented our groups for the week, how the rice box was my favorite activity, ants on a log were my favorite snack, I remember the chipping blue paint on the bathroom doors of the church basement, how I took the class's stuffed bear to pizza hut and journaled about it. My best friend was Chris. I remember perfectly what his house looked like and I could sniff out his mother's perfume to this day in a perfume line-up.
In kindergarden, phonics was my favorite game to play on the outdated computers. In first grade, I once raised my hand so excitedly that I accidentally poked my teacher directly in the eye. In second grade, I crashed my bike the week before my communion and skinned both of my knees while knocking over the elderly neighbor woman onto her already injured hip. My childhood neighbors were jerks and their dog was terrifying. His name was Fudge.
I could go on and on; but I think you get the point. The most simplistic absurdities transformed into tiny molecules of memories that have made up my entire childhood outlook.
*
In november of last year, my assistant manager Zach traveled to Mexico on a mission trip with his church. He came back to work the following week proclaiming that the trip had changed his life and told me that I should go with him the following year. I agreed.
*
On November second of this year, Zach and left Pittsburgh with a large group of members of his church and nearby churches. I could never have prepared myself for the experience that was about to unravel before my eyes.
We went to Mexico to help the people. Ultimately, Mexico changed us. I have never been a part of such a magnificent experience in my years on earth.
In Mexico, we worked on building an orphanage that will someday house 350 Mexican children. Zach and I spent our time building a chimney. Believe it or not, I used a block saw without losing any limbs. We also spent one entire day in Juarez, handing out food and smiles to the homeless. I handed out cookies to the children and though very few of them spoke English, nearly all of them we able to utter the words "thank you" as I placed the cookies into their bags. Some of the children hadn't eaten food in nearly a week, something we take for granted. The children were so hungry that some of them would not allow us to place the food in their bags because the craved the nourishment at that very instant.
We called this day "Mercy Day" and it was my my favorite day of the trip. It was an amazing and heartbreaking experience. It was amazing because we were able to feed so many families but it was heartbreaking because we, eventually, ran out of food and no one that was involved in Mercy Day could speak to when these human beings may be able to eat again.
For me, the trip to Mexico came at a perfect time. For as happy as I am, I sometimes find myself being caught up and brought down by the hustle and bustle of stress, work assignments and anything else that doesn't seem to play out just the way I'd like it to.
Part of my transition to Baltimore was learning to adjust to the idea that I cannot control every aspect of my life. Accepting the promotion, and now being in charge of 450 people, I quickly realized that a) you cannot influence everyone at the same time and b)change will not occur overnight. During my transition I felt like I was constantly needing things. I needed more sleep, more coffee, more time for touch bases with my teams, more hours in a day, more conference calls, more people willing to adjust. I needed more, and when I didn't or couldn't get it; I was frustrated. I forgot about the basics and the fun and I lost track, temporarily, of the things that mattered most.
Every job has its moments and days and weeks of stress. The reality is that things cannot always go the way you'd hope them to. But when I calmed down, and I looked back at all of the things that I believed I needed; Mexico helped me to realize that I may not have ever "needed" a single thing in my life. These families need food. They need water. They need hope. They need clothing. They need shelter. They need safety.
When I got back to Baltimore, I did a lot less complaining and a lot more acting. When things didn't go my way I focused on the things that were going my way; my health, my family, the fact that I had a roof over my head and a full stomach. I focused on the basics. I used every opportunity as a chance to better myself and those around me. I came back from Mexico with a new outlook on life.
I am eternally grateful for the experience in Mexico. I am thankful for the resources for which I was able to make the trip to help others. I am thankful that Zach suggested that I come with him, and that he was able to put up with me for the week. I am thankful for all of the friendships that I made along the journey. I am thankful for the small impact that I was able to make on the people of Mexico and for the great impact that they made in my life.
Here's to opening your eyes and seeing the value of the smallest things,
Xoxo
I remember preschool; the colorful tape lines on the carpet that represented our groups for the week, how the rice box was my favorite activity, ants on a log were my favorite snack, I remember the chipping blue paint on the bathroom doors of the church basement, how I took the class's stuffed bear to pizza hut and journaled about it. My best friend was Chris. I remember perfectly what his house looked like and I could sniff out his mother's perfume to this day in a perfume line-up.
In kindergarden, phonics was my favorite game to play on the outdated computers. In first grade, I once raised my hand so excitedly that I accidentally poked my teacher directly in the eye. In second grade, I crashed my bike the week before my communion and skinned both of my knees while knocking over the elderly neighbor woman onto her already injured hip. My childhood neighbors were jerks and their dog was terrifying. His name was Fudge.
I could go on and on; but I think you get the point. The most simplistic absurdities transformed into tiny molecules of memories that have made up my entire childhood outlook.
*
In november of last year, my assistant manager Zach traveled to Mexico on a mission trip with his church. He came back to work the following week proclaiming that the trip had changed his life and told me that I should go with him the following year. I agreed.
*
On November second of this year, Zach and left Pittsburgh with a large group of members of his church and nearby churches. I could never have prepared myself for the experience that was about to unravel before my eyes.
We went to Mexico to help the people. Ultimately, Mexico changed us. I have never been a part of such a magnificent experience in my years on earth.
In Mexico, we worked on building an orphanage that will someday house 350 Mexican children. Zach and I spent our time building a chimney. Believe it or not, I used a block saw without losing any limbs. We also spent one entire day in Juarez, handing out food and smiles to the homeless. I handed out cookies to the children and though very few of them spoke English, nearly all of them we able to utter the words "thank you" as I placed the cookies into their bags. Some of the children hadn't eaten food in nearly a week, something we take for granted. The children were so hungry that some of them would not allow us to place the food in their bags because the craved the nourishment at that very instant.
We called this day "Mercy Day" and it was my my favorite day of the trip. It was an amazing and heartbreaking experience. It was amazing because we were able to feed so many families but it was heartbreaking because we, eventually, ran out of food and no one that was involved in Mercy Day could speak to when these human beings may be able to eat again.
For me, the trip to Mexico came at a perfect time. For as happy as I am, I sometimes find myself being caught up and brought down by the hustle and bustle of stress, work assignments and anything else that doesn't seem to play out just the way I'd like it to.
Part of my transition to Baltimore was learning to adjust to the idea that I cannot control every aspect of my life. Accepting the promotion, and now being in charge of 450 people, I quickly realized that a) you cannot influence everyone at the same time and b)change will not occur overnight. During my transition I felt like I was constantly needing things. I needed more sleep, more coffee, more time for touch bases with my teams, more hours in a day, more conference calls, more people willing to adjust. I needed more, and when I didn't or couldn't get it; I was frustrated. I forgot about the basics and the fun and I lost track, temporarily, of the things that mattered most.
Every job has its moments and days and weeks of stress. The reality is that things cannot always go the way you'd hope them to. But when I calmed down, and I looked back at all of the things that I believed I needed; Mexico helped me to realize that I may not have ever "needed" a single thing in my life. These families need food. They need water. They need hope. They need clothing. They need shelter. They need safety.
When I got back to Baltimore, I did a lot less complaining and a lot more acting. When things didn't go my way I focused on the things that were going my way; my health, my family, the fact that I had a roof over my head and a full stomach. I focused on the basics. I used every opportunity as a chance to better myself and those around me. I came back from Mexico with a new outlook on life.
I am eternally grateful for the experience in Mexico. I am thankful for the resources for which I was able to make the trip to help others. I am thankful that Zach suggested that I come with him, and that he was able to put up with me for the week. I am thankful for all of the friendships that I made along the journey. I am thankful for the small impact that I was able to make on the people of Mexico and for the great impact that they made in my life.
Here's to opening your eyes and seeing the value of the smallest things,
Xoxo
Sunday, September 22, 2013
Influence
Today is the first day of the rest of my life.
As most of you already know, I received a promotion last week to be a District Manager for Abercrombie & Fitch. I have worked for this company since 2007. Throughout college, I worked part time and in January of 2011, I became a part of the manager and training program. In march of 2011, I became an assistant manager. In July of 2012 I was promoted to be the store manager at South Hills Hollister and in December of that same year I was promoted to be the store manager at Ross Park Hollister. Instead of running a single store, I will now have seven throughout the state of Maryland.
This promotion is the most amazing thing that has ever happened to me. I love this career and this company more than anything in the entire world. Over the years, I have created friendships with colleagues that will undoubtedly last a lifetime.
Sometimes, life throws you for a loop (or two, or ten).
If you would have asked me how my life was going two months ago, three weeks ago, and yesterday: I would have different answers every single time. I won't reflect on the negative events or people because it's not worth my breath or my typing but I will say that, ultimately, everything worked out exactly the way it was supposed to.
When I was younger I used to watch One Tree Hill. In one of the episodes, Peyton poses the question: "Imagine the moment in your life when all of your dreams come true. It's the greatest moment of your life. Who is standing next to you?"
So, there I was, experiencing the moment when all of my dreams came true. The most important people in my life were standing next to me. I wouldn't have had it any other way. I am so grateful for every single one of you. I can't even describe it. All of you (and many more) have become members of my family. Every one of you has influenced me to succeed.
The fact that I got to spend my promotion day with so many members of my anf family was absolutely amazing and I am so thankful that everyone was able to celebrate with me.
Over the last couple of weeks, I have received countless cards (which I LOVE), from a wide variety of people that have worked with me over the last couple of years. Each one of these cards is packed in my suitcase to take to Maryland with me. These will remind me that change is good (often times GREAT) and sometimes, all someone needs is a little bit of inspiration to succeed just like we have. To me, it's almost funny that everyone writes out cards thanking me for what I've done for their career. Truly, you all need to be thanked by me. Each one of you has been one portion of the rock that has held me down even when times got tough. I am eternally grateful for the friendships that we have made and I know that you guys are all going to do amazing things.
I received a new phone this week with a new number, so if you guys do not have my information yet just send me a text on the old number. My calls and texts are being forwarded for the next couple of days. Just because I don't live in Pittsburgh anymore doesn't mean that you can't call me for any miscellaneous questions that you may have.
Off to Maryland I go! I'm taking all of you with me in my heart! <3
Here's to embracing change,
accepting challenges
and exceeding expectations
Xoxo
As most of you already know, I received a promotion last week to be a District Manager for Abercrombie & Fitch. I have worked for this company since 2007. Throughout college, I worked part time and in January of 2011, I became a part of the manager and training program. In march of 2011, I became an assistant manager. In July of 2012 I was promoted to be the store manager at South Hills Hollister and in December of that same year I was promoted to be the store manager at Ross Park Hollister. Instead of running a single store, I will now have seven throughout the state of Maryland.
This promotion is the most amazing thing that has ever happened to me. I love this career and this company more than anything in the entire world. Over the years, I have created friendships with colleagues that will undoubtedly last a lifetime.
Sometimes, life throws you for a loop (or two, or ten).
If you would have asked me how my life was going two months ago, three weeks ago, and yesterday: I would have different answers every single time. I won't reflect on the negative events or people because it's not worth my breath or my typing but I will say that, ultimately, everything worked out exactly the way it was supposed to.
When I was younger I used to watch One Tree Hill. In one of the episodes, Peyton poses the question: "Imagine the moment in your life when all of your dreams come true. It's the greatest moment of your life. Who is standing next to you?"
So, there I was, experiencing the moment when all of my dreams came true. The most important people in my life were standing next to me. I wouldn't have had it any other way. I am so grateful for every single one of you. I can't even describe it. All of you (and many more) have become members of my family. Every one of you has influenced me to succeed.
The fact that I got to spend my promotion day with so many members of my anf family was absolutely amazing and I am so thankful that everyone was able to celebrate with me.
Over the last couple of weeks, I have received countless cards (which I LOVE), from a wide variety of people that have worked with me over the last couple of years. Each one of these cards is packed in my suitcase to take to Maryland with me. These will remind me that change is good (often times GREAT) and sometimes, all someone needs is a little bit of inspiration to succeed just like we have. To me, it's almost funny that everyone writes out cards thanking me for what I've done for their career. Truly, you all need to be thanked by me. Each one of you has been one portion of the rock that has held me down even when times got tough. I am eternally grateful for the friendships that we have made and I know that you guys are all going to do amazing things.
I received a new phone this week with a new number, so if you guys do not have my information yet just send me a text on the old number. My calls and texts are being forwarded for the next couple of days. Just because I don't live in Pittsburgh anymore doesn't mean that you can't call me for any miscellaneous questions that you may have.
Off to Maryland I go! I'm taking all of you with me in my heart! <3
Here's to embracing change,
accepting challenges
and exceeding expectations
Xoxo
Sunday, September 1, 2013
September and New Beginnings
Happy Monday and happy September!
It has been nearly a month since I last posted a blog and I am sincerely sorry. To those of you reading this right now, please forgive my neglect. Allow me to explain myself...
As mentioned in my previous blog, the month of August brings about a very strange time of the year for those of us that work in retail. Now, as most of you know, I adore my job. I love going to work each morning more than most yinzers love Kennywood. To most people, it doesn't even make sense how much I enjoy this career. However, the month of August, and the back to school season has literally sucked the life out of myself, my wonderful assistants, and my 80 employees. I cannot even begin to thank every one of you that stood beside me for any portion of this season. Thank you for not giving up on our business.
Last week, I posted a link on Facebook to an article entitled "Maybe You Get Bad Customer Service Because You are a Bad Customer." This article was published in the Huffington Post by a writer named Matt Walsh. If you happened to miss this amazing piece of journalism, please read it here.
Now, I don't work at a fast food restaurant, but I do open my doors (and porch cabana) to the general public every day. Every morning during the month of August, I opened those doors with a positive attitude, and every evening I left feeling defeated and trying to gather one or two positives interactions to get myself through the next day.
You see, with the back to school season comes increased business. The business, we can deal with. After all, that's what we are there for. We are not there; however, to be verbally abused by anyone that is having a bad day. That we cannot handle and we shouldn't have to.
See, a lot of my friends poke fun at me because I know nearly everyone whom works in the mall; food court employees, the workers at the nail salon, the woman at the Sweets from Heaven, etc. The reason that all of these people say hello to me is because at some point I was nice to them. At some point, my smile and "have a great day" stuck out to them enough to form a relationship with me. You may think that this is cute, but this actually speaks volumes about the way that the general public treats the people that wait on them. I, though, know this feeling. There are about five customers that come into my store frequently that stand out in my mind as friendly human beings. They are always happy, but the reason that they stand out so much is because nearly every other person that I encounter is absolutely 100% miserable.
I won't harp on everything that happened to myself and my staff during this back to school season but I will pinpoint a couple of instances. On one occasion, we found a used tampon on the sales floor. You know, because that is where self-respecting human beings dispose of those things. A woman told me that "if I wanted to work anywhere other than the mall, I would need to acquire some actual skill." A man told me that I would be personally be paying for his gas money to get back to South Hills Village. A woman insisted that I immediately fire one of my 17-year-old associates on the spot because she forgot to take the sensor off of one of her items. When I say "told me" I actually mean that I was verbally abused by a screaming lunatic until I lost interest or they ran out of breath.
Now, I am not telling these stories to gain anyone's sympathy. I am telling these stories so that each one of you takes a step back before they treat anyone, especially a stranger, like a piece of garbage. When someone scans something at a store and it rings up incorrectly, it can be rectified, it's just a lot easier to fix when you aren't screaming your head off. Take a deep breath, please.
I'd be lying if I said that I didn't get to my car at the end of a few August days and cry with my head on the steering wheel. But, I'd be failing myself if I let one or multiple miserable human beings ruin the career that I love. So, I'm not going to do that.
I am going to face this new month and this new season with a new state of mind-- letting go of all that was the month of August and the angry people that I was faced with day in and day out.
I encourage all of you to begin this month with a new outlook on the way that you treat the situations in your life and, more importantly, the way that you treat other people. It doesn't hurt to smile or to be friendly to a stranger. If you are in a bad mood, stay in your house. Don't plague anyone else's existence. If you feel the need to scream about something, scream into a pillow.
We are all human beings; it's about time we start acting like it.
Additionally, to those of you that have friends, boyfriends, girlfriends and acquaintances that don't treat you the way that you deserve to be treated; do yourself a favor and eliminate them from your life. You'll thank me later.
Here's to treating others with the respect that they deserve,
Or preparing to lose them,
Xoxo
It has been nearly a month since I last posted a blog and I am sincerely sorry. To those of you reading this right now, please forgive my neglect. Allow me to explain myself...
As mentioned in my previous blog, the month of August brings about a very strange time of the year for those of us that work in retail. Now, as most of you know, I adore my job. I love going to work each morning more than most yinzers love Kennywood. To most people, it doesn't even make sense how much I enjoy this career. However, the month of August, and the back to school season has literally sucked the life out of myself, my wonderful assistants, and my 80 employees. I cannot even begin to thank every one of you that stood beside me for any portion of this season. Thank you for not giving up on our business.
Last week, I posted a link on Facebook to an article entitled "Maybe You Get Bad Customer Service Because You are a Bad Customer." This article was published in the Huffington Post by a writer named Matt Walsh. If you happened to miss this amazing piece of journalism, please read it here.
Now, I don't work at a fast food restaurant, but I do open my doors (and porch cabana) to the general public every day. Every morning during the month of August, I opened those doors with a positive attitude, and every evening I left feeling defeated and trying to gather one or two positives interactions to get myself through the next day.
You see, with the back to school season comes increased business. The business, we can deal with. After all, that's what we are there for. We are not there; however, to be verbally abused by anyone that is having a bad day. That we cannot handle and we shouldn't have to.
See, a lot of my friends poke fun at me because I know nearly everyone whom works in the mall; food court employees, the workers at the nail salon, the woman at the Sweets from Heaven, etc. The reason that all of these people say hello to me is because at some point I was nice to them. At some point, my smile and "have a great day" stuck out to them enough to form a relationship with me. You may think that this is cute, but this actually speaks volumes about the way that the general public treats the people that wait on them. I, though, know this feeling. There are about five customers that come into my store frequently that stand out in my mind as friendly human beings. They are always happy, but the reason that they stand out so much is because nearly every other person that I encounter is absolutely 100% miserable.
I won't harp on everything that happened to myself and my staff during this back to school season but I will pinpoint a couple of instances. On one occasion, we found a used tampon on the sales floor. You know, because that is where self-respecting human beings dispose of those things. A woman told me that "if I wanted to work anywhere other than the mall, I would need to acquire some actual skill." A man told me that I would be personally be paying for his gas money to get back to South Hills Village. A woman insisted that I immediately fire one of my 17-year-old associates on the spot because she forgot to take the sensor off of one of her items. When I say "told me" I actually mean that I was verbally abused by a screaming lunatic until I lost interest or they ran out of breath.
Now, I am not telling these stories to gain anyone's sympathy. I am telling these stories so that each one of you takes a step back before they treat anyone, especially a stranger, like a piece of garbage. When someone scans something at a store and it rings up incorrectly, it can be rectified, it's just a lot easier to fix when you aren't screaming your head off. Take a deep breath, please.
I'd be lying if I said that I didn't get to my car at the end of a few August days and cry with my head on the steering wheel. But, I'd be failing myself if I let one or multiple miserable human beings ruin the career that I love. So, I'm not going to do that.
I am going to face this new month and this new season with a new state of mind-- letting go of all that was the month of August and the angry people that I was faced with day in and day out.
I encourage all of you to begin this month with a new outlook on the way that you treat the situations in your life and, more importantly, the way that you treat other people. It doesn't hurt to smile or to be friendly to a stranger. If you are in a bad mood, stay in your house. Don't plague anyone else's existence. If you feel the need to scream about something, scream into a pillow.
We are all human beings; it's about time we start acting like it.
Additionally, to those of you that have friends, boyfriends, girlfriends and acquaintances that don't treat you the way that you deserve to be treated; do yourself a favor and eliminate them from your life. You'll thank me later.
Here's to treating others with the respect that they deserve,
Or preparing to lose them,
Xoxo
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