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keeping up with martina

*insert same sorry i’ve abandoned this space again greeting*

*insert next sentence about how i didn’t mean to be away this long but life got in the way and time just moves so fast when you’re an adult (or an “adult”)*

Now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, I know I’ve been quiet here lately and the truth is, there’s lots of stuff I want to talk about but it’s hard to write when everytime you sit down to put fingers to keyboard, you wind up instead falling down some Youtube hole and then falling asleep with your laptop on your chest. To try to combat this, I’ve dusted removed all of the clean-ish clothes from “The Chair” (you know the one) and fired up my regular old desktop computer. It feels like 2014 and I kind of like it.

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It’s funny because unlike past disappearances, I DO have some ideas for posts. I just can’t seem to get myself into a routine. They’ll come. I think as long as my desktop doesn’t get any slower, the solution might be to kick it old school. At least I won’t fall asleep.

So, what have I been up to? What’s new and exciting?

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Um, I have purple hair now. Ok, purple ombre hair. I’m in love. I’m so scared it’s going to fade that I made a whole wash schedule and bought some high powered color safe sulfate free shampoo, conditioner, and treatment. I’ve gotten a glimpse of parenthood and it is exhausting. Every time I rinse and see the purple puddle near the drain, my heart breaks a little. Wanna see a pic? Like it or not, here it is.

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This is from when it was at its freshest. It looks best when it’s curled, otherwise, it looks flat on top, poofy at the bottom and 9.5 times out of 10, is super oily.

What else?

Taylor Swift released a new record and except for the 1:30 preview iTunes offers, I haven’t had a chance to give it a good listen. From what I have heard though, the songs all sound… the same? breathy Taylor, vague dance but can’t really dance to this song beat, autotune, meh. Maybe I just hold 1989 in too high regard? Maybe because I didn’t have high (or any) expectations, my brain can’t figure out if it likes what my ears are hearing. The other reasons I haven’t given it a running chance are 1) it’s not on Spotify. (what the heck, T?) 2) I’m not allowed to listen to my own music at work so even if it was streaming, it’s not like I have that option. There’s a part of me, a very, very small part, that wishes T would write about things that aren’t boys and feuds. However, what kind of world would it be of T. Swift didn’t write/sing about those things. Leave the battlecries to the pros, like Gaga or Pink.

Niall Horan also released an album that I haven’t had the chance to really dissect yet. I loved his first two singles and had high hopes for this album. Like, really high hopes. I thought this was the album I wished Harry Styles would have released. But then I listened to 85% of it and meh. I’m not sold. I need time to really sit down and bombard myself with both albums. That’s what I did when Bruno Mars and Ed Sheeran came out with new music and it made me really appreciate it.

Speaking of Spotify, really, quick, WHY CAN’T I DOWNLOAD MY PLAYLISTS ON TO MY iPOD? Yea, I still use my iPod, whatever. I’d rather use the storage on my phone for pictures and text messages so downloading music on m phone is just not going to happen. However, I have a perfectly good iPod that I haven’t updated in forever because why would I pay for the music I listen to for free on Spotify? Even if I paid for Premium, I can’t transfer my offline playlists into iTunes. They’re protected and don’t download as mP3 files, apparently. Whatever. Someone needs to get it together because I don’t want to use all of my data just to listen to a little One Direction.

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Yep!

I finally saw Wicked on Broadway last weekend. OH. MY. GOD. such a good show. First of all, Jackie Burns as Elphaba, was AMAZING. Her voice blew us all away. She sounded (to me) just like Idina Menzel (if not better), who originated the role. Second, there was some high-level star power on stage. From one O-Town to the next, Ashely Parker Angel (!). What a surprise! A boy band lover’s dream! I was looking at the Playbill over my cousin’s shoulder and I exclaimed OH EM GEE! Ashley Parker Angel is in this?! To which my (23-year-old cousin) replied, “Who? How do you know him?” I gave her a good *sideeyeemoji *and replied “I’m old, ok? That’s how I know who he is.” There was talk a few years ago that they were going to make Wicked into a movie and Harry Styles was being considered for the role of Fiyero and after seeing APA do it, I can’t wait to see if that comes true.

On a sad note, The Mindy Project’s run has come to an end. I haven’t really processed this and I’m sure come next Tuesday I’ll be looking for a new episode. I really liked the finale, can’t say I loved it though. I wish Leo would have been in it since Mindy fought Danny so hard that she can be a working mom but on top of that a good mom. I loved Morgan and Tamra’s wedding. So perf. I realize now (literally, as I write this) that Mindy and Danny’s story essentially came full circle, but do I wish it happened elsewhere? Yea, I kind of do. Like, maybe in her office. Also, the whole time Mindy was riding the bike, I kept thinking “I’m Saaaandra Bullock”. Missed opportunity, if you ask me (I get that circumstances were different, but… whatever).

There’s a new ULTA in my mall. So that’s.. dangerous. The mall is walking distance from my house. GOD BLESS.

I want to give this space a makeover. GIVE ME STRENGTH. Any way of doing this on the cheap and stress-free? Etsy? Google?

I think that’s it for now. You’re all caught up with my wild life. What’s going on with you? Thoughts about the Mindy finale?

I’ll be back soon, promise. For real this time.

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a big halloweenie

Happy Halloween my spook-tacular friends!

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I haven’t been around in a while, for which I apologize. The days just get away from me and then all of a sudden, Facebook is on my case saying that my followers miss me. Write a post. Don’t tell me what to do, Zuckerberg.

Anyway, I digress. I love a good theme post and what better theme for today than to talk about things that scare me. I should just put a big

EVERYTHING

right here and then sign off, but because I’m a good sport and owe you a nice post, I’ll make a list. It’s also good therapy. I don’t know where to begin, so I’ll just jump right in.

*i may have spoken about these things before and if so, i apologize. i try to keep it fresh, but let’s be real, i’m not cut out for fresh.

turkeys – I’m DEAD SERIOUS. First of all, they are the ugliest things I’ve ever seen. Nightmare inducing, literally. In 3rd grade we went on a field trip to some jacked up farm where they let us in the turkey pen (the 90s were a different time) and all I remember is my classmates getting crowded by them and my teacher getting bit. That night I was convinced they were under my comforter and were going to peck me to death or rub their waddles on my legs and I was not having it. Second of all, they’re mean – see above. Third, they’re always popping up where they don’t belong. Like in the new Subway commercial. GOBBLE SOMEWHERE ELSE, YOU HELLION BEAST.

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escalators- I feel like I’ve talked about this here before, but maybe not because I’m really embarrassed by this one. I don’t know where this came from and I really want to get hypnotized to get to the root of it. I can’t even get to close if I have to pass them in the mall. It’s really annoying and super embarrassing and I hate it. I’ve tried to man up and get on one but I physically can’t do it. I just don’t understand why stairs need to move. They’re stairs.

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children- I don’t mean ones that come to be after a night of bad decisions, especially since my badest decisions lately are deciding to eat the whole roll of raw cookie dough while catching up on The Good Place (does anyone watch this show? It’s really good!). I mean the ones that have too much energy in CVS. The sticky kids. The ones who don’t care about inside voices and speeds. The question askers. The incessant cryers. Ugh. I know I sound like a terrible person. I like kids (*every one of my friends and family members are hysterically laughing right now), I really do, but they terrify me.

online shopping – ok, this one is a lie. I’m not scared of online shopping, I’m scared I’m forming a terrible addiction to it. (um, i bought a black tutu for absolutely no reason. send help.)I haven’t had the chance to get to the mall and update my fall wardrobe. Enter the internet. I’ve done more buying and returning in the past month, my father made a comment today that he’ll have to up the mailman’s Christmas bonus (he’s a real jokester, my father. but for real, my mailman needs a raise.) IT’S JUST SO CONVENIENT.

nuclear war- I mean, really.

What are you scared of?

me too.

If you checked social media today, you probably saw people talking about the #metoo movement. Started by Alyssa Milano in response to the Harvey Weinstein scandal, it gives women an opportunity to share their stories about sexual harassment/assault. I’m sure you’ve heard of it.

I didn’t want to post a “me too” status on Facebook because I don’t consider myself a survivor or even a victim because, thankfully, I was able to bob and weave and totally avoid a situation. I felt like a bandwagoner.

I still wanted to share my story because although short and small, women go through things like this every day. And the shit needs to stop.

When I worked at the vet’s office, there was a guy who worked in the back. Cleans the kennels, cleaned up accidents, walked the boarders, etc. We’ll call him Homer.

Part of my job was to take the charts of the incoming patients to the back so that the doctor knew who was next. I had to pass through the x-ray room, which also had the washing machine, a sink, and the tub where we the animals were bathed. If someone was standing at the washing machine, sink, or at the x-ray table, it was kind of a tight squeeze to get past each other.

And if we’re being honest, I’m a big girl so I would try to avoid having to go through there when someone else was coming through because I always felt like I was squishing them. #bodyissues.

Anyway, I don’t remember how long I had been working there the first time this happened, but one time, I was trying to get past Homer to get through to the other room and as I passed, our butts unavoidably touched and I felt like he pushed his harder into mine.

“Hmm. There must be less room to pass than I thought.” “Am I really that big?” ran through my head.

It happened a few more times, but by now I knew/was realizing that there was enough room to pass and no, I wasn’t that big.

I tried to keep it cordial but I was hyper-aware of Homer. I’m always giving little smiles or little looks of “I don’t want to be here either” just to form a bit of camaraderie with my co-workers. And because I like to smile and make faces. I started to check myself before I gave Homer a little smile or look because I didn’t want him to get the wrong idea. I also started to make sure someone, usually the doctor’s  right-hand man, was always nearby, if not in the same room. I didn’t feel like this about any of the other vet techs/ kennel guys so, red flag.

For a while, I didn’t tell anyone because I didn’t feel victimized. A little uneasy, yea but not in clear and present danger. Finally, it was happening too much for my liking and I also didn’t need another reason to hate this job. I told my mom what was going on. I asked if I was overreacting because it was never more than him getting too close when I passed. I also admitted that I had started doing it back just to see if it was 1) in my head, 2) a form of aggression. Like, if I gave it right back, maybe he would stop? I don’t know. She told me that no, I wasn’t overreacting and if it kept up, to talk to the doctor about it.

I was nervous to tell the doctor because although I don’t think he would have dismissed me, I don’t know if anything would be immediately done. I’ve heard Homer and the doctor fight before and let me tell you, it gets LOUD. Not that I cared if they screamed at each other, even if it was my fault. If you’re getting that defensive, it usually means you’re guilty of something, right? I was also worried that if the doctor confronted him for me, he would get mad and do something else/worse to me.

About 2 weeks after I told my mom what was going on, I got a new job (my current job) so I made the break and never said anything. I feel like I did the other receptionist and the intern (the only other women who work there) a disservice so for that I feel bad. I have a feeling though that they didn’t have the same experience I did because even though I didn’t know them for a long time, they both seemed the type to nip that situation in the bud.

So, that’s my story.

I often wonder what would have happened if I never got a new job. Would he have persisted? Would it have just stopped? Gotten worse? What if the doctor DID dismiss me? I’m really not sure and very relieved that I didn’t have to find out. Some women can’t get out so easy. No one should have to worry about this. Or feel like they won’t be believed.

It HAS to stop.

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fall feelings

In case you missed the memo, it’s finally October. Except it’s 80 degrees and humid here in Brooklyn so that Fall feeling isn’t really happening. However, I came across this festive Fall survey over on Nadine’s blog (who found it here)and even though I’m tardy to the link up party, I’m going to do it anyway because I can’t resist.

TBB asks fall

Favorite Fall Sweet Treat? 

hmm.. apple cider donuts. good ones though because sometimes they could be dry. i like the ones with the cinnamon sugar on them, sometimes they’ll throw some apple bits in too. my mouth is watering.

Red, Yellow or Green Apples?

RED. like my home girl Snow White, i can’t resist a perfect red apple. just hold the poison, thanks.


Favorite Fall Sport to Play?

NEXT QUESTION.


Best Drink for Fall?

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Favorite Fall Activity?

i would love to say apple/pumpkin picking but i haven’t been in years. i would also say watching football, but again, that hasn’t happened for me in forever. so, who knows.


Must have Fall purchase?

cardigans, boots, leggings, skinny jeans, BLANKET SCARVES.


Pumpkins: Pick your own or store bought?

pick my own. i just feel like there are some things you shouldn’t just throw on a grocery shopping list. 

Real or Fake Pumpkin?

REAL.


Favorite Halloween Costume?

i just had this conversation with my mom. as a kid, i went as “my mom” where i put curlers in my hair, a nightshirt and pajama pants, a robe and carried a coffee mug. that was a big hit, except my mother has never walked around in curlers and a robe a day in her life so, semantics? i was also a phone. there should be pictures somewhere on here from last year’s halloween post. if not, picture a Zach Morris cellphone with my face where your ear would go. also, it rang. surprisingly, i was never bullied.

more recently, i was a martini, which was one of my favorites. this year i was thinking of going as 90’s mom on vacation, complete with a fanny pack and scrunchie but some other parts of the costume i was building in my head don’t easily come in my size (a neon windbreaker, acid wash jeans) so i bought a headband with a crown on it from the dollar section at target and voila, i’m a princess.


College Football or NFL?

NFL. go Giants!


Fall or Halloween Decor?

Fall, unless it’s cute halloween and not scary halloween.


Raking Leaves or no Leaves to Rake?

we have leaves but we don’t rake them. we sweep them up along with the acorns the squirrels throw at us. i’ll pretend like i do this on a regular any kind of basis, but i’d be lying.

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Favorite Soup?

all of them. loaded potato, autumn squash from panera, clam chowder, lobster bisque, french onion, minestrone. yum


Favorite Fall Candle scent?

specifically, i like Leaves from bath and body works and home sweet home from yankee candle. in general, i like spicy scents for Fall.


Love or Hate Pumpkin Spice?

i’ve grown away from it. i like a nice pumpkin spice frappuccino once in a blue moon, but i’m more of an apple kind of girl.


Short Booties or Tall boots?

both. i’m actually on the hunt for short, black booties, so if anyone knows where i can find some in a very wide width, let me know!


Favorite Halloween Candy?

reeses and almond joy. i love the fun size bars of basically any kind of chocolate.

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PSL (Pumpkin Spice Latte): YES or NO?

very, very very occasionally.


Hayride or Corn Maze?

have you ever seen the episode of impractical jokers where Sal’s punishment is a “haunted” corn maze and they strap a camera to his chest so they can capture his every expression and he freaks out over everything (as usual)? that’s me. so i’m going to go with a non-haunted hayride.

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Favorite Fall TV Show?

oh man, you know how I feel about TV. This Is Us, The Little Couple, Jane the Virgin, The Good Place, Bob’s Burgers, The Mindy Project, Grey’s Anatomy, How To Get Away With Murder, Chrisley Knows Best.

There’s just so many.

What are some of your favorite Fall things? If you do this survey, leave me a comment or let me know on Facebook or Instagram so I can read your answers!

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rant and ramble: a possible case of stockholm syndrome

I’ve been at my new job for a month now and I never thought I’d say this there are things I miss about my old one(s).

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I know, so crazy. Especially after all of the blog posts I’ve written, both in my head and on here, all the tears I’ve shed over shitty situations, letters of complaint I’ve threatened to write, here I am missing the place.

Stockholm Syndrome, anyone?

Seriously though, I guess it wasn’t all bad. Like at most jobs, some days were better than others, some people were easier to deal with but all that mattered was that at the end of every other week, there was a paycheck with my name on it.

It’s taking some time to wrap my head around the fact that I don’t work at the Student Center anymore. I don’t have to go there unless I want to, I won’t see my co-workers unless we bump into each other randomly, like at CVS (we live close to each other, it can happen). Funnily enough, I am totally adjusted to the fact that I never have to be behind the desk at the veterinarian’s office ever again. I guess I was more unhappy there than even I realized.

This post is probably a little more for my sake than anyone else’s since I haven’t written in a private journal in years. I wanted to start one again but then I started this blog. So even though there are things that I would want to talk about publically, this will have to do for now. Basically, this is mainly for posterity’s sake.I’ve never left one job for another before. Anyway, I digress.

stop circling the drain, martina. get on with it.

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#sorrynotsorry

I miss…

popcorn parties – we had a real popcorn machine for events like movie night. it went unused for a while, but someone bought fresh kernels finally and then it seemed foolish to not use them. Once we popped, we couldn’t stop, especially when my boss wasn’t there.

rapport/talking – don’t get me wrong, we talk at my new job, but no one knows me. we’re a very small office and the people who I work with have been there forever so they know each other very well. I miss having that with my co-workers. It’s weird to work somewhere where no one knows me. My parents also worked at Downstate (that’s where they met!) for a long time so there were some people who knew me since before I was born. Also, there’s very little chatter. Everyone is doing their job. That’s cool, seeing as we’re at work, but can we take a minute to discuss what is in the water over at the Kardashian Kompound and who’s next?

flow of people – at the Student Center (and at the vet’s office, obviously) there was a constant flow of people. I saw hundreds of faces a day. I talked to them, shared a smile, a helping hand. That’s not the case here. It’s refreshing, but not ideal. I love having the phone ring and having it not be someone trying to push their way into a full appointment book, or not having it be someone asking me to do something they are more than capable of doing. The phone doesn’t ring much, but when it does, it’s usually my boss looking for the office manager, which thankfully, is not me.

music – it was a knife through the heart when I asked if I could play music to help me stay focused (and awake) and was told no because the boss and his wife don’t want it on. My desk phone somehow has a radio on it so at least I have the oldies (who now play Backstreet Boys, #geezlouise) station. It’s really not the biggest of deals, but right now I have a lot of down time so it would be nice to chill out with a little Ed Sheeran or Bruno Mars or, when I really need a pick me up, some Disney.

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my phone – i’m not really allowed to have my phone out, which is a blessing and a curse. First, I don’t have the WiFi password (I’m not even sure if there is WiFi) and I’m not trying to use all of my data. Second, I think we all could use a few hours of a phone detox. However, I miss scrolling. I miss my quick, but plentiful Instagram breaks #instabreak. I can sneak a peek if I don;t have work in front of me, but I don’t want the temptation of it becoming an issue. My boss was adamant about it when I first met him, so best to not step on any toes right now.

dressing up – my new job is suuuuuuper casual. Like, so casual that my makeup routine has turned into (lots of) mascara and some eyeliner. PERIOD. I’m not complaining because it leaves more time for other morning routines, like praying I hit the Mega and then remembering I never bought a ticket. Could I glam myself up every so often? Sure, but honestly, this job doesn’t call for a (light)smokey eye or a bold lip. Even a sweater dress is a little much. I just bought a black tutu (for God knows what reason) so, I guess my weekends just got a little more upscale.

I don’t have a title for this paragraph but I wanted to add, as if I haven’t said it 95863 times already, I miss my co-workers. Specifically, the ones who worked at the desk with me. They really got me through some tough times, both personally and professionally. They were there for the good ones too. We shared laughs, complaints and lots of cake. I miss the gossip. I’m a feen for that stuff and love the juicy deets. There seems to be a ton yet none at my new job. I find myself thinking about what could be going on over at the Student Center often. I keep thinking that my week is still split between two jobs and that I’ll see everyone soon. It’s a process. I’m working through it. Circling back on a related note, I miss the people I got used to seeing all the time. Downstate students and employees, former students, some of who worked with us. I didn’t get to say goodbye to most of them (it would be impossible) and I kind of wish there was a way I could have.

I don’t miss

being asked to do things that were specifically given to someone else and them taking credit for them.

the public (specifically the people who think it’s right/ fair/ not an issue to speak to the receptionist at their veterinarian’s office like they’re dumb/a piece of shit.)

not having set hours/ getting taken advantage of

not getting paid for taking a day off

working weekends

having to find coverage for my shift

not having the internet

not having my own desk

not having functioning heat/AC

misogynistic asshole managers

being spoken to in general like I’m stupid/incompetent/incapable

feeling like I’m stupid/incompetent/incapable

not feeling appreciated

not feeling like I can’t do anything right

doing grunt work (i’ll happily file papers, alphabetize things, cut ribbons, etc. but why would i be asked to clean the bars you put weights on because they’re rusty and filthy, in front of a room full of men, when you know they’re too heavy/awkward to carry out so that I can accomplish this without it looking highly inappropriate, if you catch my drift, when we have a staff of (male)cleaners that could do it. I don’t mind working, but don’t give me busy work just ’cause. or because my being there needs to be “justified”)

speaking of… being told my being at work needed to be “justified” and then not having anything for me to do.

being asked “what are you working on?” and when I answer nothing right now, being asked to do 16 things you, as the assistant director, were supposed to have done already or being asked to do something you, as a man, should do yourself and not ask me, as a woman, to do. (I’m all for equality – 100%, here for it. But, when a man tells a woman to do *insert task that i have now forgotten what was barked at me* and then says, not sarcastically, might I add, “are you able to do that? just get it done” (AND THINK THAT THAT’S OK) he can, quite frankly, go fuck himself do it himself, amirite?

Clearly, I have/had a few issues. Listen, working, in general, isn’t ideal. I really like my new job, but see how fast I’m out of there if I hit the Mega. It’s just nice to get up and not want to go to work because it’s work or it’s Monday or whatever and not because there’s a pit of dread in your stomach because you don’t know what to expect for the day. Or because you just don’t want have to deal with the bullshit. Maybe it will come to that. Maybe not. Right now I’m content. Now if only my love life could catch up.

GOD BLESS.

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weekend update: oldest bridesmaid, reporting for duty.

Helloooo! It’s Tuesday, which means I’m finally getting around to writing my weekend update post. I have no excuse as to why it was late again except that I’m old and needed to recover.

I had off on Thursday because of Rosh Hashana (sidenote: september is officially my new favorite month. i get off for labor day and two Jewish holidays, so long as they fall on a weekday. amazing.) so I took that opportunity to get my nails done for my cousin’s wedding on Saturday. I’ll just consider that the start of wedding weekend.

Friday I went back to work and the day dragged unbelievably. Like last week, I can’t remember what happened Friday night. I had tentative plans with Lisa and Jessica but we decided to reschedule, so I assume it was spent on the couch.

Saturday was the big day. I was up bright and early to go with Desiree to get our hair and makeup done and then head over to my aunt’s house for pictures. Honestly, this is my favorite part of weddings. Walking into a salon looking like what the cat dragged in and walking out looking like the cat’s pajamas.

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After we were painted and pinned, we headed off to Queens to get dressed and take pictures with the bride and her other bridesmaids. There was also talk of bagels and mimosas and we all know how I feel about both of those things.

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The rest of the girls got to the house and we were finally ready to get dressed and take some pictures. Let me tell you, I can’t wait to look at every single picture from that day. The photographer(s) were amazing.

Speaking of amazing, look at my cousin.

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I guess that I should explain that Jill is very plain Jane. We joke that her favorite color is beige. She’s not into frills and frou-frou. Doesn’t gravitate towards bling. A little weird, if you ask me. When she walked out I was floored. Maybe I’m biased (I’m not), but isn’t she stunning?

We took about 86386 more pictures and then we piled into the limo and were on our way to the venue.

Speaking of pictures, I have to note, because this is a big deal for me, this is the first time that I’ve been to a big event and 90% of the pictures I took were on my phone. I had my mom bring my little point and shoot camera so that she could take some pictures of the ceremony and so that I had it for the reception but it died right after we were announced. So, not ideal, but thankfully, it’s 2017 and phone cameras don’t (totally) suck.

At the venue, we took even more pictures (I was in my glory, don’t let me fool you) and then the bride and groom did their first look. I used to think it was cheesy, but I’ve warmed up to it. Except then I think of when Will and Kate got married and Harry snuck a peek at Kate walking down the aisle, and he said to Will, “wait till you see her”, and I kind of love that even more.

 

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ugh. amirite?

Finally, FINALLY it was time for these two crazy kids to tie the knot.

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My mother didn’t do the best job at documenting so this is all I’m working with.

I don’t have to tell you what happens after the bride and groom are pronounced husband and wife, right? EVERYBODY GETS TO EAT. GOD BLESS.

We ate, we drank (boy, did we draank) and we danced like maniacs. There was a particularly rousing rendition of “I Want It That Way” that is still giving me life. There was a Disney montage, that caused me to scream across the room at the bride that this was the best wedding ever!

I’m a real gem.

Oh yea, and I caught the bouquet.

(no pictures, yet. i’ll have to troll facebook)

This is going to be some wedding video.

I’ll end it here and leave you with a few more pictures of me and my favorite nutjobs.

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Sunday I came home, took my hair down, a nap and many Advil. And this my friends, is how the oldest bridesmaid ends her wedding weekend.

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weekend update: meeting Fearless Girl and riding a fish.

Happy Monday, friends!

*let’s all ignore that it’s actually tuesday.*

Since I finally stopped working the weekend (I know this comes up in every post but it still feels new and good. #honeymoonstage), I’ve been pretty busy. I haven’t written about any of it because my time management skills are garbage and I can’t seem to get a weekend update post before Friday.

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This past weekend I was able to finally just be on my own time and do my own thing, which was a whole lot of nothing. And it was marvelous.

I honestly can’t remember what I did on Friday. If I had to guess, I came home from work and had dinner with my mom. We sat on the couch and caught up on whatever’s on the DVR to make room for all the new things coming down the pike (is it me, or is the Fall television season taking forever to get here?). Then Nicole and I made it a stoop night since those will be coming to an end sooner than I personally want them to.

Saturday I hung out with my mom during the day. Later, Lisa and I headed to the city for an adventure Downtown. We went to the Seaglass Carousel in Battery Park. Actually, we started out at the San Gennaro feast in Little Italy, but it was super crowded, kind of humid and I was hungry with nowhere to eat (#crowds). All of this signaled that it was time to leave.

We hopped in an Uber and headed over to Battery Park. I’ve been wanting to ride this carousel for a while now. First of all, it’s really pretty. Second, I didn’t have to straddle a horse. Third, I could finally live my dream of living like Ariel, unda da sea, even for a few minutes.

to my family – i made sure to take selfies and document this ride to prove i actually went on. not only did i get on the carousel, i went on one of the fish that go up and down! beanie the benchwarmer is growing up!

After the ride, I was desperate for food. The thing about downtown Manhattan is that there isn’t much on the weekends. There’s either really expensive places or fast food. No thanks. We stopped by the bull near the Stock Exchange and, of course, took a picture with my protege, Fearless Girl.

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After wandering aimlessly, we wound up in the village, at our favorite taco place, The Taco Shop, where I wanted 5032486 beef barbacoa tacos but only ordered 3 and photographed 0. Trust me, they were amazing, as was the Diet Coke from the glass bottle. delicioso!

Before heading to the train, we walked over to Washington Square Park, which is always a good time. It does my slightly hippie, slightly bohemian, liberal heart good to sit and observe the goings-on.

Sunday was spent, surprise, surprise on the couch until dinner time. I went for what will probably be the last slice of pizza from L & B for the season. Fall, you’re lovely, but you came too fast and I’m not ready for you. No photos of that either, but I’m sure if you scroll through my instagram, you’ll find one, eventually.

I’ll include Monday on here, because why not? After work, I came home and had dinner and then went to pick up my bridesmaid’s dress for my cousin’s wedding on Saturday.

And that’s it. See you next week with wedding photos! If not next week, hopefully before their first anniversary.

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11 questions

Happy Labor Day, my friends! Speaking of labor, I have gotten through my first week of work and my new job unscathed, just in time for a nice Monday off. pro tip: start a new job as close to a holiday as possible, it really helps ease you in to the position.

It’s been a while since I’ve posted a survey but, thanks to Mallory over at Mallory Can’t Even, I have one for you today! So everyone click over to her blog and say thank you. It’s the polite thing to do.

1. In baseball, each player gets a “walk up song” that plays on his way up to the plate. What song would you pick?

Well, it definitely wouldn’t be Put Me in Coach. It would have to be something distracting so that no one notices me sneaking away from the plate.

2. What’s the best thing that happened to you last weekend?

Since today is *technically* still the weekend, I’ll talk about the weekend that has already fully passed, which was my cousin’s bachelorette weekend in Ocean City, Maryland. We drove alot, we laughed alot, and, most importantly, we laughed ALOT. It was a really good time.

3. If you could have a starring role in any film already made, which movie would you pick?

I would take Reese Witherspoon’s character in This Means War so that I could change the ending and have her choose Tom Hardy over that foot head.. I mean Chris Pine.

4. What actor/actress would you have play you in a movie of your life?

If we’re going with a very loosely based version where what I really look like doesn’t matter, then Anna Kendrick. If we’re going with a truer to life version, where what I look like plays an integral part to the story, then Chrissy Metz (from This Is Us).

5. What is your favorite quote?

I don’t have just one, but the only one I can think of at this very moment is my instagram quote which is “she who leaves a trail of glitter is never forgotten.” I like it because, figuratively, the glitter could be anything. A warm smile, a positive thought, what have you. Literally, I would be the one to trail glitter through your home and every time you saw a small sparkle for the next 25 years, you’d be like “this bitch.” Case in point: I’m still hearing about how I stuffed my sweet 16 invitation envelopes with confetti and how big of a mess it was. *eyeroll*

7. What was your first concert?

Backstreet Boys 2010, Hammerstein Ballroom (best night ever)

7. What Internet website do you visit the most?

I’m going to say Facebook or maybe Youtube

8. Which of Snow White’s 7 dwarfs describes you the best and why?

I think I’m a mix of the seven, it just depends on the day. Sometimes it depends on the time of day.

9. If you were on death row, what would your last meal be?

Oh God, don’t do this to me. I would need so much, they’d probably have to start my last meal a week before the execution. My mom/grandma’s eggplant, pizza from L&B, a hot fudge and caramel sundae, roast beef and cheese, corn nuggets and an orangeade from Roll N Roaster, mozzarella sticks, the chocolate chip cookies and ice cold vanilla milk from Emeril’s Delmonicos, clam chowder in a sourdough bread bowl, THE LIST IS ENDLESS.

10. What is the background of your computer?

11. What is a TV show/movie/book from your childhood that you remember, but no one else does when you bring it up in conversation?

Literally almost everything from my childhood. I was a peculiar child, I guess. Anything from the Disney channel so, The Torkelsons and it’s spin off Almost Home, Flash Forward, Ready or Not, Even Stevens. Some of the shows from Nickelodeon like Wild and Crazy Kids or What Would You Do. As far as movies, Shelley Duvall’s Faerie Tale Theater (please, PLEASE tell me someone else watched these), Canon Tales fairy tales – Snow White and Sleeping Beauty in particular. The (animated) Flintstone movies where Pebbles and Bam Bam get married and have children, The Worst Witch movie. I’m telling you, I was a little off kilter.

And there you have it. Have a great, relaxing day off!

the end of an era

And now, the end is near and so I face my final curtain…

By the time this goes up, I am one hour in to my last day ever as a Student Assistant at SUNY Downstate Medical Center. I’m still processing.

I’ve bitched talked about this job many times on here. I was there for 12 years and at times it felt like I was there for 11 and a half years too long and sometimes I feel like I never want to leave. However, all things, good and bad must come to an end.

And that end is now.

I have a lot of conflicting feelings about it. First, my “work mom” was on vacation last week, when I gave my notice and will be back on my last day. This makes me sad. The thought of never having to drive over there again makes me so happy. Not seeing certain people (at least) twice a week makes me sad. Not seeing certain people (at least) twice a week makes me SO HAPPY.

My job at the veterinarian’s office came to an end on Sunday. My tenure as the (self-proclaimed) worst medical office receptionist is over. I have my weekends back. I won’t have to schedule another appointment for the rest of my life. I won’t have to answer the phone and hear someone whining that their dog hasn’t gone to the bathroom/eaten/blinked/barked in 5 days and they need to see the doctor RIGHT NOW (but then, when I finally give in, knowing I may get in trouble, they show up 45 mins later). The people were, for the most part, the absolute worst part of that job. And believe me, I’ve seen more dog shit, anal gland juice, and vomit than I’d like to think about. I won’t have to come home worried that I smell like animals/disinfectant. I AM JAZZED.

I feel like there’s a blog post about all of my experiences to be written, but it probably won’t be (to be quite honest). Tips on How to Not be an Insufferable Douche in the Workplace, perhaps? Or The Office is Extremely Busy, Give the Receptionist a Break. Maybe, we’ll see.

I really like my new job, so far. I like the people I work with. I have a desk (!) and my own computer (!!). I don’t have much any privacy and it’s been made pretty clear that the internet is for lunchtime use only and I’m afraid to sneak on for a prolonged amount of time, (so no blogging time) but whatever, I’ll deal.  There are a few other little things that I’m a little meh about but I’m not going to harp on them. If they really start to bother me then I know it’s time to move on. I’ve been miserable for too long at work that I’m not putting up with it anymore. So, if it becomes a fight or flight situation, I’m flying.

I officially start on Monday, August 28th, which is the day after I get home from my cousin’s bachelorette party (eek.). I’ll tell ya, this turning thirty, there’s definitely something to it. #magic.

photo dump: world photography day

Your eyes are not deceiving you, I’m actually posting on a Saturday! It’s a special Saturday because it’s also World Photography Day. Being that I am a true professional*, I would love to share some of my favorites to the masses**

*totally not a professional

**all 5 of you

I’ve posted most (all, probably) of these in previous posts but let me have this.

Obviously, some are more edited than others, some are straighter than others, some are overall better than others, but they all make me feel good. I could tell you a story about each one. I have, if you look hard enough, but I’m not going to do that right now. I haven’t been out with my camera probably since I was in California and I miss it. I have to get back on the horse and as soon as I do, I’ll be sure to inundate these pages with photo dumps. lucky ducks.

 

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