flowers minus the allergies!

I didn’t really have a post planned (do I ever?), but since it’s been a sad last couple of days in New York, I thought that I’d share my happy flower pictures from my trip to the Brooklyn Botanic Gardens this past weekend.

sorry, meg. no daisies.

sorry, meg. no daisies.

wish there were daisies. There were lots of cherry blossoms and tulips and trees. tons and tons of trees. But alas, no daisies. I think next time I’ll do more research to see what’s in season, but you don’t care about that. I get it. Ok, no more talking.

We found the rose garden, which of course, was not in bloom. It did have a perfect place to pose for pictures. I call this my “if i had the sweet sixteen i wanted, sweet sixteen” pose. Also known as the “if i get married before i’m 90, wedding” pose.


Then we walked over to the library and Grand Army Plaza. I used to pass them everyday when I went to school. I always wanted to get off the bus and wander around but I never did. Because I had papers to write and also, I’m lazy.

Then we went to a Vietnamese restaurant in Brooklyn Heights, where I had my first banh mi sandwich. I don’t know what took me so long. I’m trying to figure out how to have one at least once a day, everyday.

I’d like to say that when I got home I did more than read on the couch but I didn’t. Because again, I’m lazy.

I mentioned that it’s been a sad couple of days here in New York. So, in light of recent events, I just wanted to add this here.


thank you for doing a job that I could never do.

“Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called sons of God.” (Matthew 5:9)

What’s your favorite flower? Have you experienced the magic that is banh mi?

Let’s discuss!


i should get paid for this

Since it’s Thursday and there’s another heart-wrenching Grey’s Anatomy on the horizon, it made me think of how this is all going to end.

I posted somewhere (or maybe I didn’t. it all starts to run together after a while) that Shonda wouldn’t be happy unless the hospital explodes, killing everyone. because who cares about the characters we’ve invested 10+ years in?

Then I had a revelation.

You know how Meredith (or someone) narrates in the beginning? Maybe it’s because they’re all already dead and she’s telling us her story FROM HEAVEN.


That way, she’s not technically losing everyone she knows and loves and won’t necessarily become (understandably) bitter and miserable,  she’s saying “yea, thus happened but it’s OK because we’re all together again.”

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Did I just cross the religion line? I mean, I’m not a professional. There’s a team that could iron this all out. If anyone from ABC wants to get in touch with me about this, I’ll be right here.

What do you think? Am I nuts?

Let’s discuss!


i want to be BFFs with anna kendrick (but not shonda rhimes).

This video popped up in my YouTube subscription box yesterday. Be grateful that it did because otherwise you’d be suffering through reading about my feelings on the fuckery that went on last Thursday (get help, Shonda), the Bruce Jenner interview (i am amazed and so happy for the support he’s been getting from not only his family, but from all over. AS HE SHOULD). Also, Tom Hardy is on the cover of Details magazine this month. But, you’ve been spared, for now.

All I can say is 1) Anna Kendrick, please be my best friend and 2) for the love of God- HIRE ME, KATE SPADE. please?

Totes adorbs.

You know what, I’m going to include all of the things that I said you wouldn’t have to hear about. I mean, you’re already here so might as well.


After the interview, I signed on to Facebook waiting to see mean memes, gifs and status updates about Bruce and his story. But I didn’t see anything of the sort. It was all positive and supportive. (well, i did see a meme that was just uncalled for. but i ignored it so it doesn’t count, right?) I can’t wait to see what this year brings. As Bruce said, “I want to see how this story ends”

Shonda, there was a million different roads you could have taken and yet, you still managed to take the wrong one. This was the perfect opportunity to give Derek his Dr. Ross moment. (does anyone remember who Dr. Ross is? The Derek Shepard of the 90’s, or George Clooney’s character from ER.) Dr. Ross didn’t have a cellphone. There were no other cars on the road to help Dr. Ross. Yet, Dr. Ross managed to save the lives of two children and keep himself alive. In a monsoon, that lead to a flood. Sure, Carol was pissed he missed their anniversary dinner but at least he was around for the next one.

doug and carol

happy endings are allowed, Shonda

Here. Try not to drool.

Ugh. Look at that face! #hottiehardy #cometomama 😋

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You’re welcome.

Also, sorry for the not so great posts lately. My life has been unbelievably, painfully boring lately with nothing on the horizon =/. Anyway, that shouldn’t be an excuse and I’m going to work on it. I really want to get myself on some sort of schedule. We’ll see how that goes.

So, what are your thoughts?

Let’s discuss!


get it together, jcpenney

For the record, I did not want to write this post. I’m sick of talking about what I’m going to be talking about. I also feel that because I’m annoyed and it’s my blog I have the right to get a little ranty.

I went clothes shopping recently (yep, it’s one of those rants. click away now if you don’t want to hear it). I am in desparate need of some new clothes. One, because summer is coming and two, because I have nothing to wear to work. My building’s air conditioner doesn’t usually get its shit together until August so I need something other than the sweaters that are hanging in my closet.

I have been a JCPenney shopper for a long time. As a matter of fact, that’s where I finally found, after trying on a hundred others, my communion dress and veil. I’ve always had good luck in their plus size department; a place that is usually unforgiving and unapologetic. The last few times I’ve perused the department, either in store or online, I have seen a steady decline in its offerings. My most recent trip, however, was the worst.

My mom and I stepped off of the elevator, which usually leaves us in the back of “our” department. Instead we were greeted with tons and tons of dresses. I got excited because every summer I say that I will wear dresses and only dresses for the whole summer. Then, all of a sudden, summer is over and I haven’t worn a dress once.

“SO MANY CHOICES!” I thought, as my eyes got as big as saucers, scanning each and every pattern, color and cut.

I walked over to the first rack and immediately started to make my dressing room choices. Quickly, I realized that these dresses were not plus size. Not a one. Not even close. I moved to the next rack, a little disheartened but, still eager. New rack, same problems. I looked up and realized that I was, in fact, in the wrong section.


They had switched the plus size area with the dress area. No biggie. I’ll just go over there and look through those dresses in my size. I walked over and found that the plus size section was also the clearance rack. I get that stores have to put things on sale and that seasons overlap but this looked like a schlock shop. Sizes all over, seasons all mixed together. Thankfully, it didn’t seem that the size of the department shrunk, (the one good thing about this particular store is that the plus size department is pretty big.) so there was a lot of ground to cover. I walked around picking things up, putting things down, as you do.

More and more I realized that every rack had basically the same style of shirt, jacket, pair of pants in different colors. I also realized that I bought this stuff last summer. The rest of the items were of the “Grandma (not so) Chic Collection”.


I’m not making fun of anyone’s clothing choices so please don’t be offended. It’s just that I don’t need another sheer top with an attached tank underneath. I don’t need another peplum top. I don’t want anything with butterflies, scribbles or some sort of tie dye/watercolor. I’m also not old enough for pastel sweatshirts with birdhouses on them (i don’t know if i’ll ever be ready for those.) or faux Chanel jackets with a coordinating necklace attached.

In the end, I wound up buying two tops. I like them but I can’t say I’m shitting myself with excitement.


As my mom and I walked out we both commented on how the Misses section was in pristine condition. Probably because it opens to the mall. How convenient. As a consumer it makes me feel so good about myself that the department I shop in is stuck in the back corner somewhere, looking like a mess. I understand that not every department can be in the front, but for once, shock the shit out of me and put it there (that goes for all department stores, not just JCPenney). And don’t make it the catch-all for everyone’s discards.

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Sorry for the whining. It’s just that when your choice in stores are limited to begin with, you want to know that you can get what you need in that limitation. Also, shopping is supposed to be fun. It shouldn’t remind you of things that you aren’t happy with about yourself. It shouldn’t make you feel like less of a person or less valued than the next guy. It makes me feel like stores are trying to tell us that we should just be happy that plus size is even offered. Like I should fall to their feet with gratitude. please.

nicole richie

Again, sorry for the whining.

If you’re plus size, do you feel the same way? Should I just shut up and deal?
Even if you aren’t plus size, I’d love to hear your thoughts!

Let’s discuss!

Currently Friday

Ahhh… Friday. Welcome back, friend. It’s been a long week full of moments that made me want to pull my hair out and weather that (finally) didn’t.

I couldn’t decide if I wanted to do a Friday five or a Currently post so I’m going to mash them up. So, like a Currently Friday. am i brilliant or what?

I think I’ve mentioned that I love a good Canadian teen drama. And if I haven’t, I love a good Canadian teen drama. Ready or Not (which I’m patiently waiting for to come to Netflix or Hulu), Degrassi – I’m all aboot them. I stopped watching Degrassi after the “Degrassi Does New York” summer movie, where *SPOILER ALERT* Spinner and Emma get married(!!). I tried to keep up but after a while I missed the original gang too much. Also, if we’re being honest, I wasn’t too thrilled about that union. Everyone knows it’s Spinner and Paige/ Emma and Sean. Anyway, Buzzfeed put up a “what do they look like” type of article that mentioned Spinner made an appearance in one of the season 14 episodes. YESSSS!! I found the episode on Youtube. He comes in at around the 18 minute mark and *SPOILER ALERT* he still works at The Dot. Seriously? Emma is allowing this? I mean at least he’s gainfully employed but they married him off to little miss perfect, but they couldn’t get him a new job? But then again, his left ring finger was noticeably bare. Typical Degrassi.


even spinner knows it’s true

Reading: Bossypants by Tina Fey. I’m only about 70 pages in but I’ve already gotten the case of the giggles so bad that it made my mom start laughing too.

Speaking of infectious laughter, has anyone seen the show Repeat After Me? Ellen Degeneres is behind it. It’s a hidden camera show where celebrities are told what to do/say to the unsuspecting public. My favorite one so far is Michael Bolton. Here, just watch:

Thinking about: my haircut/color appointment tomorrow. I haven’t had my hair colored in forever so I’m kind of nervous to take the plunge. I’m thinking a slight ombre. I just can’t wait to cover these pesky grays; they’re taking over.

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Laughing at: These memes (look at me with the cool, hip lingo)

I think that’s all I got. How was your week? Hopefully it was a bit more exciting than mine! Any thoughts on Degrassi, or am I the only one who still cares?

Let’s discuss!


sons of hollywood

Monday, we meet again.

Nothing gets me through another Monday like candy. Man candy, that is.


Every so often a new face comes on to the scene that makes everyone wonder who he is, where he came from, and if he would enjoy a nice tongue bath. Sometimes that face was plucked from obscurity, never to been seen on a farm or working retail ever again. Other times, that face has a famous lineage.

This week’s man crush Monday is all about the sons of Hollywood. Ready?

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Scott Eastwood
Son of: Clint Eastwood
Scott seems to be the All American type of guy. He could rope a calf, bale hay, and then slip on his boat shoes and Dockers and sail into the sunset. He’d do all the grillin’ at the family barbecues, teach the youngin’s how to drive 4 wheelers, drive around in the old pick up truck that he restored himself.


Dan Levy
Son of: Eugene Levy (yep, the dad from American Pie)
According to this blog, that references MTV Canada, Dan is openly gay. That’s cool. I’m always looking for a gusband. And really, gay or straight, he’s nice to look at. He developed the show Schitt’s Creek with his dad, which they both star in. Funny and handsome – sign me up!

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Max Irons
Son of: Jeremy Irons (or, for the 90’s kids out there, SCAR!)
True story- I tried to get in to The Borgias because I could listen to Jeremy Irons all day. While Max doesn’t have his father’s raspy, villainous voice, he could read to me all he wants. Maybe it’s the accent, maybe it’s the chiseled jawline. Whatever, he’s hot to the MAX (ha! see what i did there? a little 90’s lingo and a play on words. where is my book deal?)

I hope this little bit of eye candy helped to sweeten up your Monday!

Who is your man crush today? (or everyday!)

Let’s discuss!


little weirdo?

Today I’m linking up with Taylor from The Daily Tay and she wants to know what kind of kid I was.

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Other than adorable? *wink*

I usually classify myself as a “weird” kid. I’m a typical only child. I talk to myself, I’m fine with not being in big groups of people, I can entertain myself. I’m pretty shy when you first meet me. I’m using the present tense because although I’d like to say I’ve grown out of certain things but, I really haven’t.

When I was little, my favorite thing to do was to drag my little plastic chair, which I’m pretty sure my mom bought from one of those stands on the side of the road. You know, the ones that sell everything. Rugs, tricycles, children’s chairs and other toys. Maybe it’s just a Brooklyn thing. Anyway, I’d drag my little green chair and all of the books and stuffed animals I could carry, and set up shop underneath the dining room table.

Because reading on the couch was too mainstream.

Sometimes I’d read out loud to my stuffed friends, sometimes I’d just like them there for company. My parents came under the table with me sometimes but I’d usually kick them out because this was my space.

bye bye bye

Meanwhile, not once did they bring a camera. They apparently never once thought “oh, look at our child. how adorable is she? under the table, reading to her friends. we should capture these moments because one day she might blog about it”. Nope. Not even once.

I asked my mom if she thought I was a weird child, especially since I liked to hang out under the table. She told me “No, because every child likes to build forts”.


Yea, with bed sheets and pillows in their bedrooms or maybe the basement. (*sidenote* has anyone seen these on pinterest? SIGN. ME. UP.)

So, I guess I was #thekindofkidwho beat to their own drum. Which I guess is better than saying “was a little weirdo”.

What kind of kid were you?

Let’s discuss!