Amen Baby JESUS it is FRIDAY & Other Such Ramblings

Well friends, this miserable week has nearly come to an end!

This week has really been the pits. I have bought myself an iced coffee AND a lunch salad every day this week. I basically just laid as soon as I got home every night this week. Except for last night when I babysat at 8:00. I mean 8:30. I mean 8:45. I mean 9:15. Seriously, my start time got changed four times.

8:00 babysitting means I can rationalize to myself staying a little late at work and then hoofing it over to the NYU library to finish the syllabus for the class I start teaching on Tuesday. 9:15 start time means that by 8:05PM my eyes are bleeding in the library and I no longer want to read the Amistad Rebellion (not recommended for a group of transfer students to relate to their transition to a new school) or sit in the library anymore.

Word to parents who hire babysitters: keep me at a consistent start time. It doesn't matter that you paid me from 8:00. I could have gone home to see my cats in the four hours that work ended and you actually needed me to sit in your living room while your child slept. Goodness.

This weekend, John and I are headed to Albany to see his family! I think Dilly is starting to resent us because we always bring Mim on weekend trips but not her since she can get herself in and out of the litterbox. Though she might actually relish the silence and the lack of me chasing her around the house trying to cuddle her in my arms all the time. #catlady

Happy Labor Day Weekend to you and yours! Autumn, me and my cardigans can see you!

A Conversation with My Aunt Lau

Last night, my Mom and Dad picked me up from my subway stop and took me out to dinner after they moved Alyssa into her dorm for her last year of college. When I found out they were coming, I called my Aunt Lau to see if she wanted to meet us, too.

My Aunts own their own business and are crazy busy doing something for a show they have coming up (I don't actually understand what they do). You should also know that my Aunt Lau has a GREAT office with the most comfortable couch in America. I fall asleep on it frequently, I am the best guest/niece/god-daughter in the WORLD!

This is how our conversation went:


Me: Hi Aunt Lau! What are you doing?
Aunt Lau: Laying down.
Me: OH! Do you want to meet me, Mommy and Daddy at La Villa for dinner in an hour?
Aunt Lau: I'm so busy!
Me: You just said you were laying down
Aunt Lau: I'll meet you there

Macaroni was had by all...except me because I've stopped eating carbs. Its been almost four weeks. I feel wonderful but seriously I ate chicken and broccoli at La Villa last night. It was one of the saddest nights of my life.


In other news: ITS THURSDAY maybe I will make it through this week? PS I love these highlighters from my Mom...The End.

A Conversation with Stephanie

This week at my job is always the pits. There are a trillion meetings and I feel like my inbox is constantly exploding. 

Because of this fact, this week's blog posts will be a little on the short/silly side. Like today's post: A Conversation with Stephanie. 

Last night we went out for drinks because it was Monday and why not? Stephanie got some cucumber thing and told me to taste it. I did.

Me: I don't like it...I feel like the taste is getting stuck in the back of my throat...its hanging on to my uvula.
Stephanie: Your uvula?
Me: You know, that thing that hangs in the back of your mouth?
Stephanie: Not your vulva?
Me: No, Stephanie. Not anyone's vulva.

A Conversation with My Mom

John and I spent this weekend in Pennsylvania celebrating my Dad's birthday and checking various things off our wedding to-do list. 

After dinner last night, we were all sitting in the family room watching 60 Minutes (my fave). My Mom was on her iPad and suddenly looked up and said to no one in particular, "What does YOLO mean?". 

And just like that I felt as though we should have been watching Honey Boo Boo instead. 

Topless Thursday

On Monday night Stephanie, Ashley and I went to Linda the Bra Lady to get fitted for bras for the wedding.

You heard correctly! TWICE in under 24 hours, strangers touched my boobs: the bra ladies (ladies! not just one lady!) AND the gynecologist. It was an intense start to the week.

Oprah was correct...everyone is indeed wearing the incorrect size bra. You're probably wearing the wrong size bra by two to four cup sizes. We were not happy individuals...Stephanie was nearly crying.

If you're going to get fitted, I would highly recommend going with your girlfriends, but only ones who are willing to see a little accidental boob. Those curtains do not provide optimum privacy.

I'd also highly recommend Linda's in Murray Hill! It was suggested to me by a friend and they really do have something for everyone (see difference sizes of me, Stephanie and Ashley's boobs for proof!).

Success was had by all involved (extra for me because I convinced Ashley to go strapless) and we all left with bras. I spent a full $150 less than I anticipated I would. Why did I think a strapless bra would cost me more than $200? Because that is what wedding planning does to you. You assume everything is $250 MINIMUM and when anything is less than that you want to kiss the checkout girl and skip out of the store.

So hooray, Linda's! I'm so happy to check "bra fitting' off the wedding list...now if only my dress would get here!

Wednesday Wonderings: The Gynecologist

Yesterday I had to go to the gynecologist.

You know, for my yearly situation. Which I haven't done in more than a year (I know, I KNOW its the most important thing you can do as a young woman...so say all of my friends). But whatever, I went, I did it, and now I don't have to think about it for the next 12 months.

Here's my question about the gynecologist. The worst part about the gynecologist is that you have to undress and then redress yourself completely, am I right?

This is what I want: I gynecologist who comes to my home who will see me after I get out of the shower but before I put clothes on. Totally eliminates the getting dressed, take the subway to the office, undress, endure the exam (which isn't actually so terrible) and then redressing. Seriously the world is lucky I put on a bra to go to work but to have to put it on, take it off and then put it on again? I have half a mind to go to the office bra-less. And lets not even talk about what my hair looks like after all the shirt on, shirt off action.

I'm sorry if this is an over share, but seriously. Traveling, home visiting gynecologist. Get on it, medical community.

Fallingwater Trip

This weekend Becca, Shannon, Stephanie and I made the very long trek to outside of Pittsburg to see Fallingwater. I decided back in May I wanted to go for my birthday trip and August was the first weekend we were able to schedule it, so off we went on Friday night!

Fallingwater was designed by Frank Lloyd Wright for the Kauffman family. They had a budget of $30,000 and ended up spending $150,000!

The house was absolutely incredible. They had a staircase in the living room that led directly into the stream below! You can see it in the picture below.

They don't let you take any pictures inside the house but I highly recommend going to see the desk with the cutout for the swing open windows! Also, the house is a great backdrop to take pretty pictures with your friends!

Two thumbs up, Fallingwater! Seriously though, Pittsburgh is so far from New York City. So, so far. Another post shall be forthcoming about all other sorts of silliness that happened on our trip!