a single gal speaks: thoughts from a bridal expo

I went to my first bridal expo tonight. I’m so single my middle name might as well be Kraft, but that won’t stop be from being a supportive bridesmaid.

Here’s a decent sized list of what was going through my head as we walked through the expo.

  • ohh trumpeters! I wonder if I could hire them to announce my every arrival. Google it later.
  • this place is gorgeous. what can i throw a party for? being single? yea right.
  • open bar! hallelujah!
  • where did she get that cheese plate?
  • i’m starving. where did everybody find cheese?
  • potato puff? don’t mind if I do.
  • ohmigod. what the heck is in these things? crack?
  • found the cheese!
  • oh, this is good cheese.
  • these crackers are quality.
  • moving on. let’s see what we could win.
  • a kitchen aid mixer? score! i wonder if i need to be a bride-to-be to qualify.
  • forget it. my mom has no counter space.
  • but the hot pink is gorgeous.
  • nah, i really don’t want to hear my mother.
  • oh God, i still live with my parents.
  • every woman in here is engaged. that’s weird. oh wait – bridal expo. right.
  • that woman’s ring is huge! and sparkly!
  • it would look great on my finger.
  • i wonder if i ever will have one on my finger.
  • get it together, martina
  • weight loss shakes!
  • ehh. one meal a day? i don’t know if i’m ready for all that.
  • thank goodness lisa is here. at least i have someone to take pictures with.
  • the pictures came out great!
  • i need one of these for my house.
  • maybe i could talk them into getting one at work.
  • i wonder if they have any of those potato puffs left.
  • they do! now hopefully she comes this way because i don’t want to lose my seat for the fashion show.
  • i need a recipe for these puffs. and the mini spring rolls while we’re at it.
  • show’s starting!
  • i hope the DJ is good.
  • the DJ is fantastic!
  • why do they always change the song in the middle of my jam?
  • i don’t care about today’s music! give me some 90’s dance tunes!
  • i don’t know how i feel about these dresses. is this a wedding or a quinceañera?
  • the bridesmaid options are nice.
  • that’s me – always the bridesmaid, never the…
  • don’t go there. it will happen. of course it will. it has to. please, God.
  • maybe i’ll sign up for match.com when i get home.
  • oh, cut it out. you’re lonely – not desperate.
  • ehh.. maybe a little desperate.
  • nope. definitely more lonely.
  • God, I sound bitter.
  • i’m not bitter, am i? nahh.
  • i wonder if the bar is still open. i could smell wine.
  • i don’t even like wine.
  • they’re bringing out the desserts.
  • why don’t they have these things for single girls? on second thought, no. i don’t think it would work.
  • lights are on. time to go.
  • i wonder if there are any cookies left.
  • forget it. i’m going home.


Two single gals at a bridal expo!

Two single gals at a bridal expo! #photoboothfun


And finally I thought I would include this song that I’ve been loving lately. It’s on topic because it’s a letter to her future husband. God love Meghan Trainor and her catchy tunes.


plus size pixies… sort of

In between New Girl and The Mindy Project, I saw a commercial for the Old Navy Pixie Pants. You know the one with Amy Pohler as the judge? I love the part when she tells the 150 year old court reporter that she’s driving them to Old Navy. Anyway, I had about 10 minutes before my beloved Mindy Project started and I decided to check out those magical pants. Especially since it’s now officially Fall and that means I need some new clothes. God knows I didn’t have enough from last year. And if he didn’t, he could just check the Rubbermaids chock full of clothes stored in the basement. I headed over to oldnavy.com and this is what I saw:



Perfect, I thought. I want red pants for upcoming season and $25 isn’t bad at all. Knowing I have some, ok a lot, of junk in the trunk (and in the front seat) I clicked over to the Women’s Plus section, like I usually do and this is what I found:


oldnavyplusUmm… what the eff is that? Four choices and 3 of them have a base color of black? The red isn’t even red, it’s burgandy/wine. I know what I want and what I want is FIRE ENGINE RED pants. I’m not looking for subtlety. I want cars to stop as I’m crossing the street because they think my ass is a stop sign. Well, I want cars to stop as I’m crossing the street in general, but you know what I mean. I want more than four colors. You’re probably thinking, “this chick didn’t even click shop now”. Uh. yes I did because if there’s one thing I always give is the benefit of the doubt. What I found when I clicked was the same exact thing. Actually, I just went back to check and see if I overreacted and I didn’t. They did offer a khaki, blue, and gray pair also but really, come on. Also, why are these pants $29? I know it’s only $4 more, but you know when you see something and say “Oh, that can’t be more than $___”,  and then you look at the price and even though it might only be a few dollars more than what you thought, you decide it’s just too much/not worth it? Call me cheap, but I don’t understand why plus size clothing is more expensive than straight sizes. I sort of get it that more fabric is needed but they make it seem like they need yards and yards more fabric. Football fields of fabric! Maybe they do, I don’t know. Maybe it’s not the fabric, maybe it’s the extra sewing or extra dye that might be needed. I don’t make clothes – I buy them.

Notice there’s no store like Forever 21 for plus size people (their plus section doesn’t count. first, it’s a juniors plus. second, i mean a store where everything is a Woman’s size but still super trendy and cheap.)

Speaking of Forever 21, did you know that the plus size section in the Union Square store was taken out and moved to the Times Square one? A whole train ride away. I understand appealing to demographics, I majored in advertising for God’s sake, but you mean to tell me that no one in that area is a plus sized woman looking for trendy clothes? Not a single person? Not even someone who might have come in from Brooklyn with her friends, who were doing some shopping at the store, and since she knew Forever 21 carries plus sizes, she was ready to shop also. She was ready to SPEND MONEY IN THEIR STORE but she couldn’t because they moved the entire section all the way to Times Square. Believe me, I know retailers aren’t looking for only me to shop in their stores. But I also know that stores look at their bottom lines and if  they would open their minds and maybe spend some money to make some money their bottom lines would be covered by me (and people like me) covering their bottoms.

Just a thought. tumblr_n9sjl5yZka1tv4k5po1_500

I think I’ve decided to participate in Blogtober. This means there will be a post from me every day in October-in theory. I’ll probably write them and queue them so that it actually happens and I won’t let you, my legions of fans/ readers down.



this is what happens when writer’s block creeps in…

Let me first state for the record, that I have mentally written at least 4 posts. The problem was that I never physically wrote them down or typed them out so all of that brain energy and brilliance was wasted and now you’re stuck reading this. My other excuse is that I had a post brewing about how I heard that people have been making a big stink over Nikki Minaj’s Anaconda and Meghan Trainor’s All About That Bass, and how it’s unfair that they shame skinny girls in their songs. The problem I came across was that when I went to find the direct quote, I couldn’t find it. I KNOW I HEARD IT. I was in the car with Nicole and Lisa and someone on the radio said it. I couldn’t think of anything to say but, “it’s not the same. it’s just not the same.” Because it isn’t. I’ll go into further detail when I have all of my facts behind me. Wait for it.

Also, my social life has picked up. Mindy and Danny are back and we have plans every Tuesday night at 9:30. If you aren’t watching The Mindy Project, you should. Then we could talk about how adorable Drs. Castellahiri are. Mindanny: The New Lucy and Ricky.

Since I don’t have written record of any of the posts in my head, and since my mind has been like a sieve lately, I’ve had to start from scratch. Inspiration has not come very easily the last few days but all I can do is think about writing. Today at work I went on to Pinterest and tried to find some writing prompts that might get things moving. I felt like Blanche Devereaux when she was writing the great American novel and she was complaining to the girls about having writer’s block.

Blanche: Oh girls, I have writer’s block! It’s the worst feeling in the world!

Sophia: Try ten days without a bowel movement sometime.

Blanche: You just sit there. Hour, after hour, after hour.

Sophia: Tell me about it.

I tried to find a .gif of that conversation to make this post a little more visually appealing but the internet has failed me tonight. I could have just made one myself but let’s not get crazy.

Anyway, somewhere between handing out gym equipment and searching Pinterest I decided to check out what was going on in the OKCupid world. If you know anything about OKCupid, you should know that even if your finger accidentally taps the godforsaken app you will get notifications about people wanting to meet you the next two weeks. I was looking through the list of people who have visited my profile and clicked on someone who seemed interesting. I hate making the first move, online or otherwise, so I just closed the app and moved on. I had things to do- basketballs don’t hand themselves out, you know. All of a sudden, my phone vibrates signaling that I have a message. I won’t lie sometimes getting messages on OKCupid is fun, mostly because you never know what to expect.  Who will it be this time? A repeat offender who has said “hi” (or some variation of) 6 times in two weeks?, the guy who looks good in the thumbnail but when you click on his picture he looks a little… off?, or maybe the guy whose profile is written in English but you can’t understand any of it  (“i lykke lawng wawks on daaa beechhh” – umm… i’m sorry to hear that?). I clicked on the message and well, this is something you need to see.


I always thought my eyes were my best feature.. guess not.

I always thought my eyes were my best feature.. guess not.

I’m still laughing.

In all seriousness, I just wanted to put something up to show that I’m still here! And with the help of Pinterest – it’s a magical place- I should be here more often. Lucky you.


adventures in job hunting

I just  got home from a job interview. I was extremely optimistic about this one because it was almost perfect. Well, to be honest, the “Pro” column was almost equal to the “Con” column so I consider that a win. They were offering a steady salary, full medical and dental (you read that right, FULL. DENTAL.), it was about the same distance as my current job but, it’s in the opposite direction and in a better area. It all sounds too good to be true, right. I know, I thought so too.

Keep in mind though, that after my last job interview, which was at my current employer- in my current department, I found out that they had “some concerns about my interview skills” and was advised to reach out to one of my interviewers for some help. I was mortified and felt like the kid in the class who did well on papers, had excellent class participation, but just couldn’t pass the test and the teacher had to fail them. I knew I could do that job and whatever I didn’t know I could learn. I don’t doubt that my interview skills are lacking, but the fact remains that everyone involved knew I was capable of doing the job and doing it well. But, it’s over now and the new person has already started so there’s nothing I can do.

I arrived at the place with mere minutes to spare due to unexpected traffic. They ushered me into an office and let me know that “HE” would be in in a minute. OK, sure. When I dropped off my resume I was told that it would be given to “HIM” and if “HE” wanted to interview me I would receive a phone call. So now here we are, day of the interview and I still don’t know who “HE” is. They offered me a folding chair to sit in in the middle of a small office that as obviously shared by two people considering that there was a woman in there who totally ignored me the whole time. This is going well so far. Finally, my officemate must have gotten fed up with me sitting there and she left to get “HIM”. By this time I find out that “HIS” name might be Mike. Or at least, that’s what I think I heard.

Mike (let’s just go with it) finally comes in and says:

So here’s the deal. The positions have been filled because I just hired 6 people.

I kid you not.

Stunned and not wanting my face to reveal my shock and disappointment I replied:

Uh, um oh ok.

Because I’m a college graduate with a degree in communications.

He sits in front of me and continues:

Do you have a job currently?

Still stunned, but kind of thinking that maybe there’s a different position available or something:

Yes, I am employed part time at ________________ (I named the hellhole that employs me)

Nodding, Mike goes on:

Are you good with data entry?

Data entry? I’ll enter the shit out of that data. He doesn’t need specifics so I keep it simple:

Yes, I am.

Keeping on track he continues:

How many hours a week do you work?

Hmm.. maybe he’s got a part time position

It varies heavily. This week was the orientation for the new medical students so I…

He cut me off. Seriously? I’m trying to show you that I’m good with anywhere between 20 and 40 hours a week and you cut me off? I’m trying very hard to stay optimistic. He’s not making it easy. Maybe there’s another office he could place me in. Mike moves on quickly and throws another question at me:

Do you like to be on the phone?

Ahhh. Here’s where it gets tricky. I actually hate the phone. Personal calls are OK (and I use that fairly loosely), but I would really rather leave the sales calls or bill collecting calls to someone else. I’m usually the one who has to call people about their expired lockers and it really makes my stomach turn and my eyes roll. However, I need a job. Especially one that offers FULL MEDICAL AND DENTAL BENEFITS.

Um. Sure. Yes.

My parents are so proud of that communications degree. Money well spent.

Mike scribbles something on my job application, looks up and says:

I’m going to put you on a hire list. Like I said, I just hired six people so it’s all pretty new out there. I get hundreds of these a day (waving my resume and application in the air). It’s very hard to get a job here but, when you do, *sighing* we don’t lay off.

I muttered some OKs and sounds goods, shook Mike’s hand and showed myself out. To top it off as I was walking out I let out a “have a nice day” and I was met with an abrupt “bye.” from my former future co-worker.

As I sit here and write this, I’m thinking if they don’t lay off but needed to hire 6 new people and keep a hire list, the turn over rate must be extremely high. Why? It’s possible that most of the employees are students that graduate and move on. I doubt it because it doesn’t seem like the schedule is all too flexible. Is it the management? Do people just not like working there? I don’t know if I could deal with being at a job where people are miserable and if I can’t find new work, I’m stuck. Again. So maybe it’s good that nothing was immediately available. Call me crazy, or desperate, but on my way there I looked over and saw the Freedom Tower and all of a sudden “Philadelphia Freedom” came on the radio. I took both things as a sign that I was headed for freedom from the clutches of my old job.

Too dramatic?

Well, I guess I’ll keep on trucking. Wish me luck!


#mancrushmonday: world cup edition

It’s World Cup time again! That sentence makes me seem more excited than I really am. Actually, I am pretty excited because that means there’s a whole new crop of athletes to gawk at when they’re running across my television screen. As an American, I don’t  truly appreciate the game of soccer football. As a woman, however, I can totally appreciate men with accents, tattoos, and uniforms running up and down a field. Since it’s Monday, (well, it was when I started to write this post) I figured I would dedicate this post to some of my #mancrushes of the World Cup.


Kyle Beckerman – USA

I don’t normally go for a guy with dreads, but with those pretty brown eyes, how could you resist?

Lorenzo Insigne and Mario Balotelli - Italy

Lorenzo Insigne and Mario Balotelli – Italy

Oh, hello Federico Balzaretti and all of his muscles. Gives new meaning to “Forza Italia”.


Mathew Ryan - Austrailia

Mathew Ryan – Australia

 He comes from a land down under.

Panagiotis Kone - Greece

Panagiotis Kone – Greece

Look up “modern day Greek god” in the dictionary and what do you find? Bingo.

Aleksandr Kerzhakov – Russia

This picture doesn’t do them justice but, those EYES…

This post would be lacking if I didn’t include the ultimate #mancrushmonday :world cup edition-


Bow down, bitches.

Who are your man crushes of the World Cup?


A Tieks Critique

I have horrible feet. They’re super wide, really flat and they stick out. My ankles, knees and shins only add to the problem. They hurt constantly (not chronically though, thank goodness), I can’t walk for more than 10 minutes without them hurting, and they have a hate/hate relationship with shoes. No matter how many glowing recommendations I get for flats, heels, sandals or sneakers, my feet prove them wrong. Everything rubs, pinches and doesn’t support. I know it may sound like I’m picky or a complainer but, as with any other type of pain or bodily complaint, I know what I feel and it sucks.

Enter Youtube.

I was watching one of my favorite “beauty gurus”, Samantha Schuerman, and she mentioned Tieks. She kept saying how comfy they were and how she can’t stop wearing them and they’re the best. yea yea yea. “I’m sure they’re great for people with normal feet”, I thought. A few days later, I heard about these miracle shoes again so now I had to at least look at their website. Bad idea. They come in every color of the rainbow, or if you want an animal print or a nice floral, they have them too. Now I was intrigued. They’re made of genuine Italian leather. It takes three days and 150 steps to make one pair. They’re hand sewn. Maybe they won’t be so bad. Maybe they’re exactly what I need. I looked up some reviews and, honestly, they were mixed. I decided that I would bite the bullet and buy the shoes. If they’re totally horrible, I could return them. I mean, Oprah loves them so how bad could they be?

Back to the website.

I was tempted by the beautiful nude pair, the black patent pair, the hot pink pair; I wanted them all. The practicality in me finally won out because I decided on the matte black ones. The shipping was super fast. The confirmation said I would have them in two days, which I didn’t believe since I chose the standard shipping option. Two days later, they arrived. Nice. They came in a plain white box that didn’t look like it could fit a pair of underwear let alone a pair of shoes. Inside the white box was a beautiful robin’s egg blue box with an adorable flowered headband around it. I was instantly in love and hoped that these shoes didn’t have to leave me – ever.

The tagline for the company is “The ballet flat, reinvented”. They’ve made a full service ballet flat that is even more portable than normal ones because these fold into themselves and could fit into the smallest of places. They’re like the octopuses (octopi?) of shoes.

who needs red bottoms when you can have blue ones?

I immediately put them onto my Fred Flintstone feet, holding my breath until they were totally on. THEY FIT! THEY ACTUALLY FIT! My feet have the tendency to look like fat old lady feet in flats but not in these puppies! The back is not elastic so there’s no rubbing. In all honesty, these are flats, so they aren’t super supportive, but they don’t feel like they’re going to fall off, and I have read that the more you wear them the more they mold to your foot. As far as sizing, they do not come in half sizes so I would order up. They don’t have specific widths either, which made me nervous because my foot is like a pontoon (I have a EE width). I ordered my normal size, which is an 8 and they fit fine and, like I said, they don’t look bad. The shoes don’t look stretched and my feet don’t look or feel smooshed. The soles are made of a nice, thick rubber. The smell of the rubber is strong but I have a theory that when something smells strongly it’s usually pretty good. Like my mom’s marinara sauce. yum. I love a nice sole on a flat. When they’re too thin my ankles go all sorts of crazy ways and it feels like there’s nothing between my feet and the hard ground.

Sorry for the dirt. I was too excited to wear these before I got a chance to take pictures.

I’ve only worn them once and have very little complaints. They started to rub on me right where my big toe meets my foot (like where you would get a bunion – was that too gross?) and under my toes, but nothing that I couldn’t handle. They didn’t give me a blister which makes me want to marry them. Other than that, they really lived up to the hype (so far).


The only thing that is holding me back from buying every single pair they have is the price. They start at $175. It’s pricey, I know – believe me, I do, but when it all comes down to it, investing in your feet is never wrong. They carry you through life – literally- so treat them with some respect. Also, the quality of the product is high. The leather is butter soft and the soles are nice and sturdy.

DISCLAIMER: I was not asked to write this post. Tieks (by Gavrieli) did not pay me or send me anything for free. All items were purchased with my own money.

Putting myself out there UPDATE!

Remember when Hurricane Irene hit and the storm was raging, the winds were blowing and everything was just a hot mess? Then the next day, the sun was out and it was like a storm never ripped through at all? Yea. That’s what the Silent Auction felt like. I was non-stop yesterday; to the point where I wanted to change my name and not tell anybody what it was. Martina who? All in all, I think it was a success and we may have even raised more than our $6000 goal. SCORE!

Now, you’re probably wondering how my donations fared. Even if you weren’t I going to tell you anyway. They were a hit! The opening bid on each of them was $25. My boss bid on the one of Central Park in the snow, which I expected and then she got outbid by a student – totally unexpected. Then the one of the leaves got bid on by the CFO of the hospital. I think she’s the CFO. Whatever. A big wig at the hospital bid in that one. The one of the Wonder Wheel got bid on by someone who comes to the Student Center frequently.

So as far as totals go here’s the breakdown:

  • Central Park in the Snow: $30
  • Coney Island: $40
  • Leaves: $55

Not too shabby.

I also heard my boss telling a few people that I had donated them and that they were my work. Her secretary asked me if she could buy some of my other stuff too.

I’m really proud of myself. Not so much for the monetary aspect of the situation, but for the fact that I actually got into the pool and did something that made me a little uncomfortable.

Ok. I’m going to try to get my head back to its normal size now.

Putting myself out there

So it’s been almost a month. I know, I’m sorry. I wish I had a good excuse but I don’t. I just wasn’t feeling it. I wasn’t inspired. I can’t promise that things will change from here on out but I can try. And that’s what counts.

In an effort to make myself believe that when I am doing what I love it shows in the results I sat down at my computer and chose some photos to donate to the silent auction being held at work. In case you’re wondering, we hold a silent auction every year to raise money to benefit the school’s student book scholarship. Anyway, I wanted to donate something other than my used chotchkes. I decided on five of my favorites and ordered them in a 5×7 size. When they came, I went to Amazing Savings, a.k.a my happy place, and found beautifully simple black frames with a black and white mat. From the five pictures, I chose three and framed them. I have to admit, they look really good.

I brought them into work today and prepared myself to show my boss. I’ve made the mistake of dwelling on my job and how unhappy I am there in other blogs that I’ve started and forgot about so I won’t get into it but, for the new comers out there, I am unhappy at my job. I am working to remedy that situation. My boss is a hard, hard nut to crack. I was nervous because although I have been told that I have a talent in photography and that I should show my work more, I find it hard to wrap my head around that. My thoughts always end up somewhere in the realm of “I may be good but someone else is better”.

I pulled out the first one and I’m not lying when I say her eyes lit up. She ooo’ed and ahhh’d over the three of them and tried to figure out where she would hang them in her office if she happened to have the winning bid. I told her that if they turn out to be such a huge hit and incite a bidding war that she happens to lose, I would make her a copy of the picture that she fell in love with. She looked touched which felt pretty good. I asked her what she would value them at so that I could enter it into our database. She said she would value them at $50 each and start the bidding at $25. You could have knocked me over with a feather. I was expecting her to value them at $25 and start the bidding at $15. Not because I’m not worth $50 but because it cost me next to nothing to make this donation. Honestly, each picture came to less than $10 – framed.

I left her office floating on a cloud. It took alot for me to put myself and my work out there. The same way it takes alot for me to put these blogs out there. In my head I’m never funny enough or sound smart enough or bring up any good points. My pictures aren’t lit well enough, they aren’t composed the right way, there’s something in the frame that I don’t know how to edit out. I have to figure out a way to crawl out of my own head for a few minutes and realize that I AM talented and people DO appreciate my work. Like I could tell you right now what’s going through my head is ughhh this is boring. stop using commas. maybe i won’t post this. if i don’t post it then what/when will i post? 


So yea, basically I just wanted to get on here and share my triumph of putting myself out there. GO ME!

I didn’t make any concrete resolutions this year but putting myself out there would be on the list.  Since it’s still January and I need a way to wrap up, my other goals of the year would be:

  1. To write more
  2. To photograph more
  3. To stop being so hard on myself (This is a BIG one. And it’s important because I’m annoying myself with all of my negativity.)

Sorry if you found this post a little dull (there I go again).  Please come back for more. They’ll get better – I’ll make sure of it!

In case you were wondering, these are the photos that I decided to donate. Enjoy!

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Better late than never

I started this post a looooong time ago. Then I got lazy and it got put on the back burner. So let’s pretend that it’s sometime in the beginning of October 2013. Now that we have that all sorted out, enjoy the blog!

“It doesn’t get any more awkward than being 26 at a high school film festival”. That’s what was going through my head as I stepped off the elevator last Friday afternoon. Sometimes I forget how long it’s been since I’ve been a high school student. On really bad days, I think I’m still one of them. Looking around the room, the cold splash of water hit me hard. I’m not one of them. I haven’t been one of them in about ten years. Oy.

The All American High School Film Festival is exactly what it sounds like.  A film festival showcasing films from high school students all across the country. It was founded by Andrew Jenks from MTV. You know Jenks, as in World of. He felt that high school students had a voice that deserved to be heard. And he was right.

When I was in high school, we were broken up into houses. Sort of like majoring in college, you chose which house you would like to be in and your choice of house dictated what classes you took towards your diploma. I chose to be in the Media Arts house.  I don’t remember every class I took or every field trip I went on, but I could tell you this, an opportunity like this never came up for myself or my classmates. I’m glad now that there is an option to be a part of something so great.

Going to this festival was not my idea. My friend Lisa had decided that she wanted to go and that I should go with her. She had become a fan of Jenks when she started to watch his show and then eventually look into his other projects. We were both really impressed impressed with his first documentary, “Andrew Jenks: Room 336”, and decided that if he was supporting these students, they must be on to something. We decided to really play up the experience and take some pictures on the red carpet. Because we’re really cool.

we made it to the big time, yo.

we made it to the big time, yo.

As I was taking in the scenes and waiting for things to get underway, Lisa and I walked around the room listening to all the buzz.

“Jenks is a wonderful person for starting something like this”

“He’s such a humanitarian.”

“This is great!”

After a little while we found a bench to sit on and wait for the next thing to happen. I looked up and saw Jenks walking through the lobby. He walked in like he wasn’t the one to pull this whole thing off. Like he didn’t take his small idea and blow it up to what it turned out to be. He had a humbleness to him as he shook hands, took pictures, and kissed babies. I really don’t mean to gush, but it’s the truth. Also, he is really good looking in person – just saying. He made it to the red carpet and started his interviews with MTV and a few other media outlets (it’s been a while so I really have no idea who else interviewed him).While we were waiting for him to finish up with his interviews we starting talking with a woman who was there with her husband and two kids. They came down from Albany to just attend the festival and possibly meet Jenks. Lisa mentioned that she had met Jenks before at a book signing earlier in the year and hoped to speak to him again. The woman encouraged her to speak to him. She told her that you’re only young once and you may not get the chance to be in a situation like this again. Not needing much persuasion, when the opportunity arose, Lisa grabbed it and made sure she let Jenks know how much his past work has affected her. Lisa is a teacher, working with children in the special needs population. She loved that Chad was featured so prominently on World of Jenks. He was very welcoming and did not come off as rushed at all. Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end and it was time for him to go into the theater to, I assume, tie up any loose ends before the screenings got underway.

get it,girl!!

We lined up, sandwiched between groups of students from all over the country. The excitement was buzzing all around the room. Finally, the doors opened and the line started to file in. My friend and I got seats up in the front; those seats that nobody wants in a regular movie. Finally, Jenks came to the podium to open the festival. I was amazed to see all of the opportunities offered to kids these days. Oh God. When did I turn 90? Anyway, seeing what is out there today made me almost wish I was back in high school. Almost.


The last film of the day was an advanced screening of Romeo and Juliet. The one with Ed Westwick as Tybalt. Woof. I love me some Ed Westwick. We hadn’t planned on staying for the whole premiere so about 20 minutes in, we decided to leave. Which turned out to be much easier than it sounded at the time. The girl next to me had her popcorn on the floor, which turned out to not be the smartest idea. Hopefully she didn’t want anymore because by the time I got my foot out of the bag and totally disrupted the whole row, there wasn’t much popcorn left. Also, I may or may not have stepped on Jeff Van Gundy’s foot.

Mr. Van Gundy, if you’re reading this please accept my sincere apology.

All in all, it was cool to experience an event like this. The cherry on top of the sundae though? Having Andrew Jenks like my little collage on Instagram. Don’t be too jealous.


Here’s to you, bitches!

How was Christmas two days ago already? I know time seems to speed up when you get older but seriously, cool your jets. Anyway, Santa was extremely good to me this year. I had a great day with my family filled with laughs, love, and tons of food. I hope whoever is reading this had a great Christmas or if you don’t celebrate, you at least had a great day.

Lisa, Jessica, Nicole and I have been friends for, depending on how you count, just about 20 years. How many people could say that at 26 years old you have had the same people in your life for that long? Not many. We have been through pretty much everything together. Break-ups and break downs, homework, tests, parental problems, boy issues, unfortunate hairstyles and colors, misguided fashion attempts. Successes and failures. We have shared hopes, dreams, anxieties and bodily functions. We have dried each other’s tears, devised schemes, been each other’s voice of reason. We’ve lied and swore by it. There’s an unspoken pledge that we took with each other that no matter what, there we were.

I should explain our dynamic. Now here come the cliches. I could best describe our group as a mix of the Golden Girls and the women of Sex and the City. I know, I’m cringing too.

Martina(Me)- Charlotte/Sophia
Jessica – Samantha/Blanche
Lisa – Carrie/ Dorothy
Nicole – Miranda/Rose (more Rose though because Miranda was the only one left. Sorry Nicole!) Image


Being friends for so long, we know to expect the unexpected from each other so when I got a phone call from Lisa this morning asking if I wanted to join her and Jessica on a trip to a New Age holistic store in the West Village did I ask any questions? Nope. I threw on some clothes and I was on my way. Lisa was on a mission for some aura cleansers so Jess and I wandered around the store. The incense must have gotten to us because we each walked out with a bag of stones.

Famished and holistically hopeful, we stumbled upon a cute little underground taco joint. As luck would have it, we were right on time for happy hour which included 3 tacos and a drink for $12. SCORE.



While we waited for our food the subject of my job and future came up. I hate this topic because no matter what anyone says I always feel like a failure and that my future looks bleak. I guess for someone like me who just can’t seem to grasp onto anything with a firm hold and who has minimal self confidence, this is a normal feeling. I just hate it. I hate the feeling of being alone in the boat even though I know I’m not. Anyway, we were talking about my options with my blog and how to spread the word about/where to go with it. I lamented that I felt like I had no ideas on what to write considering I have no kids, no boyfriend/fiance/husband, and I’m at a job that I can’t stand. And again, having minimal self confidence doesn’t help because I feel like everything I do write sucks. All of a sudden the lady across the aisle gets our attention and says:

How annoying is it when you open your Facebook newsfeed and all you see is pictures of people’s kids and cats? No one gives a shit about your kid or cat. Write about what you think. You have to have an opinion on things, so write about that.

I would like to point out that the same lady who was telling me that no one gives a shit about your cat had on a sweater with cats all over it. The irony was not lost on me. In all seriousness though, I appreciated the advice and it gives me something to think about. It might not give me anything to write about, but definitely to think about.

We met up with Nicole after our delicious linner. We went to the ELF studio store, Washington Square Park, and Barnes and Noble in Union Square. For the record, Nicole didn’t even bat an eye when we told her we started the day by buying stones, shells and feathers at Sticks and Stones in the Village. ImageImageImageImage

Today left me with a lot of things to think about and figure out with the direction of this blog. But there’s a few things that I know for certain, Lisa will always have some adventure to drag us on, Jessica will always be cold when the temperature drops lower than 75 degrees, Nicole will never question a trip to buy stones, and as long as these things are true, I will always have something to write about.



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