This week I had a facebook status that read "It's about that time...." What time is it? A time for new beginnings. When 2010 opened, I made pact to myself to achieve the goals I set out for myself back in 2008. That's right - 2008.
MONEY: Financially, I am almost there to the great words of "debt-free" - woot woot. A big thank you to the jars!!!!
WEIGHT: Well, let's just say I have plateaued since March as more and more work piled on as well as more travel. This past week I started a low carb, high fiber diet. Let's just say that may have not been the best decision with the stress-level that increased with each passing day - so much stress that my own body was reacting in ways that I didn't recognize. But happily, things are back to normal today and I am back on track.
TRIATHLON TRAINING: I started out strong a month ago only to lose focus these past 2 weeks. This weekend I am back on it just in time to enter another busy season of travel and work. I better get on it because when my travel is over in mid June, I will be a month out from the race. Whew! I am already tired just thinking about it.
PERSONAL LIFE: I have to say that it is in times of stress that I feel the most fortunate to have the friends that I have surrounding me with love and support. Not to mention, my friends have been completely understanding with the past several weeks of no-communication due to exhaustion. Without them and my family, I couldn't have gotten over the disappointment of Friday when I found out some not so great news. I got an expiration notice, also on Friday, for the events and adventures singles group. Yes, I have been a member for a year. I went to a couple of activities but couldn't relate to a group of divorcees that were in their 40s and 50s looking for friendships and potential life partners. Plus it was expensive. Yes, I am still a member of the online dating fun that I have been ignoring for the past several weeks after a couple of dates. And besides all of this, I have been invited to two destination weddings and a baby shower before the end of the year. I am happy for them, to be sure. It's just getting a little harder to get through them is all with each passing year. I mean, really, will I be 40 doing the same thing in a couple of years? You never know.
Right now, I am just trying to get through the next 3-4 weeks and then I can regroup, rejuvenate, and regain my life back to a point where I can refocus on the things that are really important - with work, not being one of them. Where is my sugardaddy anyway? Maybe I will find him in Portugal - ha!
Saturday, May 15, 2010
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Celebrating All The Women Who Raised Me
Each year when Mother's Day comes around, I remember all the women who had a hand in raising me and making me the woman I am today.
My mom - I do and will always love my mom - the superwoman who raised me while getting not one but two master's degrees, who always understands it when I lock my keys in the car with the car running not once but twice in a 24 hour period (yes that really happened! - don't ask), who soothed me when my heart was broken in high school and later on and who implicitly understands my dry and yet sarcastic sense of humor. We look alike, walk alike and talk so much alike that our own relatives couldn't tell us apart over the phone. She gets me like no one else, she is more than just a mom, she is a true friend.
My other mom - we have all read those fairy tales of evil stepmother. Lies, I tell you! The first time I heard my dad was remarrying, I was 10 years old and I wasn't happy. Afterall, I already had a mom who was this woman who my dad loved and why wasn't he getting back with my mom. The day I was to meet her, I left her a note instead that said, "Kathy, sorry I can't be there when you arrive. Have a day!" Yeah, I wasn't rolling out the red carpet by any stretch of the imagination. But after some time, I realized how lucky I was to have a woman in my life who treated me and loved me like her very own daughter. Who accepted everything about me, all my quirks and still loved me. Who always made me feel included and made me feel special even when extended family members didn't. She and my father are my rock and provide me with support and a real model of a crazy and loving family who I hope to have one day.
My Tia....my disciplinarian. When I first went to live with my dad, before he remarried, we lived in a two bedroom apartment. I shared a room with my Tia who had recently arrived from Cali, Colombia. I was definitely behind schedule at my age according to her - I couldn't cook, I couldn't iron, and I couldn't wash clothes - and I needed to GET ON IT! And I did, afterall Tia wasn't having it. Both her and my dad trained me on the proper ironing techniques of a man's shirt, the proper cooking of black beans and pandebonos, and the ways of getting out any stain imaginable. Then there were the dance lessons - merengue and salsa but then there was SOOOOUUUULLLL TRAIN! I so looked forward to SOUL TRAIN every weekend. My Tia loved Don Cornelius and we would do our own type of conga line around the house. Those first two years were not easy by any stretch of the imagination. But I do owe my Tia a lot for everything she taught me, her wonderful stories of Colombia while in the kitchen and I wouldn't be dancing salsa today if it wasn't for her.
My grandma...sharing her love for family history and lipstick. The 1970s was a big transition time for the woman's movement and my mom was determined to raise me as an unmaterialistic woman who would become a professional part of society - not just a housewife. My grandmother came from an era where housewife duties were revered and your job going to college was to get your M.R.S. degree. Therefore the chances of my mom letting my grandmother babysit for me were slim to none. But it did happen and boy did we have fun. She would tell me the stories of when she met my grandfather (at her then boyfriend's birthday party), she would do my nails, roll up my hair and impress on me the importance of putting lipstick on before leaving the house. In addition, she had a scavenger hunt every time I visited to find more and more old family pictures in the attic - my great grandparents wedding picture, my grandfather's scrap book filled with theater and football pics, and her childhood photos. Each picture told a story that I carry with me in my heart to this day.
I loved and continue to love these women who made me who I am today. Happy Happy Mother's Day!
My mom - I do and will always love my mom - the superwoman who raised me while getting not one but two master's degrees, who always understands it when I lock my keys in the car with the car running not once but twice in a 24 hour period (yes that really happened! - don't ask), who soothed me when my heart was broken in high school and later on and who implicitly understands my dry and yet sarcastic sense of humor. We look alike, walk alike and talk so much alike that our own relatives couldn't tell us apart over the phone. She gets me like no one else, she is more than just a mom, she is a true friend.
My other mom - we have all read those fairy tales of evil stepmother. Lies, I tell you! The first time I heard my dad was remarrying, I was 10 years old and I wasn't happy. Afterall, I already had a mom who was this woman who my dad loved and why wasn't he getting back with my mom. The day I was to meet her, I left her a note instead that said, "Kathy, sorry I can't be there when you arrive. Have a day!" Yeah, I wasn't rolling out the red carpet by any stretch of the imagination. But after some time, I realized how lucky I was to have a woman in my life who treated me and loved me like her very own daughter. Who accepted everything about me, all my quirks and still loved me. Who always made me feel included and made me feel special even when extended family members didn't. She and my father are my rock and provide me with support and a real model of a crazy and loving family who I hope to have one day.
My Tia....my disciplinarian. When I first went to live with my dad, before he remarried, we lived in a two bedroom apartment. I shared a room with my Tia who had recently arrived from Cali, Colombia. I was definitely behind schedule at my age according to her - I couldn't cook, I couldn't iron, and I couldn't wash clothes - and I needed to GET ON IT! And I did, afterall Tia wasn't having it. Both her and my dad trained me on the proper ironing techniques of a man's shirt, the proper cooking of black beans and pandebonos, and the ways of getting out any stain imaginable. Then there were the dance lessons - merengue and salsa but then there was SOOOOUUUULLLL TRAIN! I so looked forward to SOUL TRAIN every weekend. My Tia loved Don Cornelius and we would do our own type of conga line around the house. Those first two years were not easy by any stretch of the imagination. But I do owe my Tia a lot for everything she taught me, her wonderful stories of Colombia while in the kitchen and I wouldn't be dancing salsa today if it wasn't for her.
My grandma...sharing her love for family history and lipstick. The 1970s was a big transition time for the woman's movement and my mom was determined to raise me as an unmaterialistic woman who would become a professional part of society - not just a housewife. My grandmother came from an era where housewife duties were revered and your job going to college was to get your M.R.S. degree. Therefore the chances of my mom letting my grandmother babysit for me were slim to none. But it did happen and boy did we have fun. She would tell me the stories of when she met my grandfather (at her then boyfriend's birthday party), she would do my nails, roll up my hair and impress on me the importance of putting lipstick on before leaving the house. In addition, she had a scavenger hunt every time I visited to find more and more old family pictures in the attic - my great grandparents wedding picture, my grandfather's scrap book filled with theater and football pics, and her childhood photos. Each picture told a story that I carry with me in my heart to this day.
I loved and continue to love these women who made me who I am today. Happy Happy Mother's Day!
Friday, May 7, 2010
Live The Life You Love
I saw this bumper sticker a week ago that said, "Live The Life You Love" and it has stayed with me, almost haunting me with each passing day. I have definitely realized that I have spent the bulk of the past 20 years living for work instead of working to live. I do have a bad taste in my mouth because of it and had an epiphany this weekend - why not just stop and make a beter decision.
So that is what I have done. I have started making decisions for a bunch of lifetime changes that will ultimately lead me to live the life that I love. And hopefully these changes will make me happier and allow me to get away from all the negativity and move towards a more positive surrounding.
So that is what I have done. I have started making decisions for a bunch of lifetime changes that will ultimately lead me to live the life that I love. And hopefully these changes will make me happier and allow me to get away from all the negativity and move towards a more positive surrounding.
Sunday, April 25, 2010
From Red-Eye To Puppy Love - Part Deux
All I have to say about red-eye flights is that - well, they definitely suck in general and they suck the life right of you. This is especially true when upon arrival to Logan airport, I was still facing an hour-plus commute to NH and yet another dogsitting adventure. Ok, have I piled enough on - absolutely. This being a yes-woman can be exhausting to say the least. My only saving grace.....they have a doggy door and they sleep when they are not outside frolicking about.
Ah, sleep, that was the one thing I did very well this past weekend. Upon arrival on Saturday in Amherst, I settled on the not-so comfy sofa sectional in the basement and fell asleep for not 2 not 3 not 4 but 5 hours. Waking up in a daze, I checked on the puppies and left them food and fell asleep again for another 8 hours. I don't know if I was even able to register what timezone I was in. I gave up until Sunday morning when I stretched and felt like a woman reborn.
Now it is Sunday evening and I am finishing up the Sunday of laundry and cleaning the kitchen, watching Brothers & Sisters when I should be in bed. Yeah, right. Since when have I been able to go to bed at a reasonable hour on a Sunday - ah, never!
Onto yet another glorious work week - can't hardly wait!
Ah, sleep, that was the one thing I did very well this past weekend. Upon arrival on Saturday in Amherst, I settled on the not-so comfy sofa sectional in the basement and fell asleep for not 2 not 3 not 4 but 5 hours. Waking up in a daze, I checked on the puppies and left them food and fell asleep again for another 8 hours. I don't know if I was even able to register what timezone I was in. I gave up until Sunday morning when I stretched and felt like a woman reborn.
Now it is Sunday evening and I am finishing up the Sunday of laundry and cleaning the kitchen, watching Brothers & Sisters when I should be in bed. Yeah, right. Since when have I been able to go to bed at a reasonable hour on a Sunday - ah, never!
Onto yet another glorious work week - can't hardly wait!
Friday, April 23, 2010
Adventure in LA - Hello & Good-bye
Greetings from LA!
Wish I was here for pleasure but I have gotten some pleasure in hanging out with great colleagues, shooting the sh*t and having sprinkles cupcakes. Yes, I am all about food.and of course patron silver - my bestest friend ever. And I successfully avoided the seagulls that were abundant at this event.
We are having an event at the Hyatt Century Plaza and star sightings have been had - unfortunately not by me but at least we can say that the following stars have been scene:
Wish I was here for pleasure but I have gotten some pleasure in hanging out with great colleagues, shooting the sh*t and having sprinkles cupcakes. Yes, I am all about food.and of course patron silver - my bestest friend ever. And I successfully avoided the seagulls that were abundant at this event.
We are having an event at the Hyatt Century Plaza and star sightings have been had - unfortunately not by me but at least we can say that the following stars have been scene:
Now that we are on the final day of the event, I am so unbelievable happy and ready to go home and crawl into bed and sleep all weekend long. And this time, I will be snuggling with new pups in NH for the week. And they have a doggie door so no walking or scooping up poop. YEAH! So hello and good-bye LA and hopefully next time there will be more star sightings in person and will be for pleasure and not work
Sunday, April 18, 2010
Adventures in Dog/Housesitting - Part II (Child versus Adult-Proof)
When the words "child-proof" comes to mind, I used to just think about medicine bottles and the need to lift weights to open them. Flashforward to this past week and I realized that child-proof in 2010 has taken a whole new meaning.
No, I do not have kids yet but I am housesitting/dogsitting for a family of almost 2 year old twins. And let me just tell you, their house is like a fortress when it comes to childproofing - especially when it comes to the kitchen - cabinets and all. Here's the running list:
- Wednesday - Elisa fights child-proof cabinets and the dishwasher and.....WINS! After a wonderful home-cooked meal, I cleaned the counters and opened the dishwasher to find it full with ready to be cleaned dishes. Oh well, I thought, might as well wash them, right? Ok, two problems -
- The dishwashing liquid is locked up in the cabinet - you guessed it child-proof locks that require a two phased approach to get them open. So when the family called to check-in on the pups, I asked - what's the magic "open sesame" password to get it open. Got it open - YEAH!!!
- This excitement was short-lived when I realized that the dishwasher also had a child-proof lock on it. You guessed it, I pressed every button imaginable to start and it wouldn't start. I was like, "Really, people" am I being punked already in a home, where are those cameras anyway??? I walked away, watched a show and then with a clearer mind, I went back to face the dishwasher. It was like "Kitchen High Noon." Except, I won. I found the unlock button and voila the dishwashing began and I went to bed feeling very accomplished.
- Saturday - Elisa enters the battle of the child-proof stove and......LOSES but only half way. So after a day of beauty, I come back to Melrose ready to cook dinner for a couple of friends who live in the area. On the menu was Caribbean Chicken with Rice Pilaf and salad. They were bringing the drinks and dessert. I had decided to make home-made pita chips - a mixture of regular, garlic and asiago cheese chips. I got them all ready on the cookie sheets and was on my way to heat up the oven when.....you guessed it, it had a lock. The lights kept flashing at me every time I tried to heat it up - "Stove Loc On" It might as well as said, "Ha ha ha Elisa, you are F*CKED!" I called my friends but they were out. I even tried to look up the code on the internet. To no avail. So, due to the time, I looked around and then the hallelujah chorus started as the sun (ok, it was raining so I imagined it the sun) lit up the toaster oven. YEAH!!!!! Pita chips were had by all and thank god the rest of the menu only needed stove top cooking :) My friends did try to rescue me but it was after the pita chips were done and I was walking the dogs. Hey, at least they tried right?
So, what has this all taught me? Well, the good news is that these child-proof codes and cabinet locks are in existence. Imagine our parents when we as babies would get into things - I shiver at the thought. The not so good news is that now as I an single adult woman, can't figure these damn things out and has to send frequent S.O.S. messages to get the job done. I wonder what it will be like when I do have kids - I am thinking remote clicker locks :)
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Adventures In Dogsitting - Part 1
Hello there! It has been a while - too long. Work life balance is getting back in check - especially this week while I am dogsitting in Melrose for two of the cutest wheaten terriers you have ever seen. They love to walk, love to eat and love to snuggle. While the Dowd family is away, Elisa will play as much as possible with them. I mean....look at them:
Stella is on the right and Beans is on the left and this is how they greet me every morning with a shake and a smile. Then after jumping around for at least 10 minutes, they decide, ok, I am pooped:
So far, I have been dogsitting since Tuesday evening and it has been an adventure. Let's see what I have learned so far:
- The Walking & The Business: No this is not a Jersey Shore nickname for the pups - its about, you know, doing their business during the walks. I do love to walk the dogs around the neighborhood but sometimes I wish they could do their business on command. Especially in the morning before having to leave for work. Like you can say - are you ready? And they do it on command. Yeah, that's like saying you can have twin babies on a schedule. My girlfriend who has twin boys said that was going to happen for her - five years later she is still working on that one. But at least they are doing their business and I don't have to worry about accidents, right?
- Sleeping & Snuggling: Evenings are my favorite time of the day with them. They are so cuddly soft (yes like the Teddy Bear in the commercial) and all they want to do is lay on the couch near by to keep me company. Now at night, Beans sleeps at the foot of my bed while Stella, the younger pup has decided to keep me company by sleeping by me on top of the comforter. This was not an issue until last night at midnight after the lights were out and I was just about to fall asleep when Stella stood up suddenly and....well, let's just say I heard a sound that was not welcome. Yes, you guessed it, she had a little vomiting accident on the corner of the comforter - GRROOOSSSSS! She has been relegated to the living room for now on the very comfortable couch which is currently sleeping on as we speak with her sister, Beans.
Now, the weather has held off so far this week, but tomorrow this all changes with a rainy weekend with no end in sight. But don't you worry, Beans and Stella will be walking in style and more adventures of chasing birds, walking in the mud and singing in the rain will be had:
Beans in an Isaac Mizrahi Puppy Coat - ha!
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