10 posts tagged life
My day is separated by when I snuggle my puppy son and snuggle my husband.
Wake up? Snuggle both the boys. Get home from work early…. Special snuggle the puppy boy time. 8pm? Football and husband snuggles.
Today I was feeling extra hard on myself so I listened to an intense meditation and affirmation “album” that I have. Just to give me a little boost. I’m sure you can relate, sometimes we all need that extra boost.
It reminded me to be thankful and appreciative of the souls that are my responsibility to keep. The ones that are given to us to watch over. We all have them. Have someone or something who it’s our responsibility to take care of. It made me think of David my husband, Finley my puppy son and for this week Lizzy my sister.
It was a good reminder to always make those that surround me feel loved, appreciated and cared for. Because at the end of the day - everyone that surrounds me…. Makes me feel loved, appreciated and deeply cared for.
Finally getting some down time after yesterday’s shoot (although it really wasn’t all that bad. The talent was Amanda Seyfried - who is adorable, funny and totally sweet btw!.) So of course I’m enjoying my make shift lunch of white wine and prosciutto.
Today Im casually working from home preparing for next weeks two shoots. Can’t complain about that, Bertrand and I may fight like brother and sister but at the end of the day he really is a great boss.
I ran errands to the bank and dealt with work emails all morning. Now I’m just waiting on a personal / business call that could have an impact on my career.
I might be looking to make a career change. I may or may not be looking into real estate / real estate development. It would be a huge leap. Well see. With the summer coming up I have August off and a light schedule for July so I have time to consider all my options and try a few things out.
My therapist seems to think the move would be appropriate and that I should be patient and allow myself time to really figure out what I want to do next. I tend to agree. Lately it feels like my mind has been screaming out for a change. (I mean your first hint should be that I’m reading “the power of now” - which is amazing btw and you should read it too!)
Finding an old run down townhouse on Bethune street and totally renovating it soup to nuts makes me excited in the pit of my stomach. Then finding the perfect person or couple or family that just says “wow… this is my home”. Maybe this is another whim or maybe this is what I should be doing with my life. Ill be honest, I don’t know….. I’m 26 and I still don’t know what I’m technically supposed to be “doing” with my life. You know, those pesky hours that most people spend away from their spouses and loved ones focusing on something that either brings them joy, satisfaction or financial stability. Or, all of the above.
I’ve been struggling the last few weeks with the feeling that it’s time to move forward - it’s time to take the next step. It’s time to not just work to pay the bills but work at something that I love to do or something that gives me satisfaction. You spend so much time at these places, you and me, deserve to be happy while we’re there.
I don’t know anything at the end of the day. What I do know, is that a year ago this possibility would have terrified me….. But for some reason now I’m entirely embracing it.
Bring on the change - life can only get better.
What a weekend it’s been - and it’s not even over!
I had a vague understanding earlier in the week that some important Chinese investors were coming to town on Thursday and David was tasked with the responsibility of showing them a good time in addition to all their business meetings.
Well the good time kicked off with an intimate dinner for 10 at Il Mulino in the Village on Friday night. Thing’s started off slow. As predicted I was the youngest at the table and the only two other ladies at the table had children my age. Then we had our Chinese friends - the main investor (about 50, lovely guy - enjoys golf), two interpreters and one of their nephews who was maybe a year older than me.
My first mistake was that due to my dentist appointment earlier in the day, I had literally eaten nothing by the time I got to dinner at 6pm.
My second mistake was avoiding eating any of the food that had red sauce because I didn’t want to stain my teeth. Trying to avoid red sauce at an italian joint where everyone at the table is served a pasta sampler is damn near impossible.
Instead I chose to consume mostly Black Squid Ink Pasta. Looking back on this now, I can clearly say this was not my finest decision making moment.
I know. I can hear you shaking your head and saying *WTF*. I can only say that it must have been the white wine that made me think in my head…
"Oh we’re trying to avoid red sauce? Let’s go with squid ink instead."
Yeah… so THEN the Chinese are super impressed and confused by my husbands ability to marry such a young, tall and beautiful woman. So much so that at one point the investor instructed the interpreter to stand up, walk over to my husband and ask that David shares his secret with them tomorrow during their business meeting.
Ughhh Thanks… I think?
That’s when thing’s started to get more, relaxed. The idea of karaoke was thrown into the mix. Penis jokes made an appearance. I threw out every phrase or word I knew in Mandarin which pretty much endeared me to them. (I looked up a few phrases before the dinner. Good wife tip #1) Everyone was feeling “friendly”. So I wasn’t surprised when the investor made a grand gesture of having me, the girl who knows nothing about wine except for the fact that I will drink it if you put it in front of me, pick the next bottle of red wine.
The problem with this is that…. I don’t drink red wine. EVER. I hate it. Gives me wicked headaches and I just generally prefer white. But what am I to do?! I was pretty sure at this point that trying to explain to the interpreter that "No i’m so sorry I can’t, I just had my teeth bleached" or "No no I’m so sorry the tannins give me headaches" would most likely get lost in translation.
So I put on my big girl pants and I picked a Tuscan red wine.
And they loved it. So much so that they made me pick the wine for the rest of the night. All in all we rolled out of Il Mulino somewhere around 9pm after consuming 8 bottles wine amongst 6 people.
At this point David and I should have gone home. But that’s not what happened. What happened is that we met up with ANOTHER businessy person and went to the Mercer Kitchen bar where I proceeded to have two champagne cocktails and insisted on drinking them out of a straw.
From that moment until the moment that I’m about to tell you about I have no real recollection of what went on. So this is where we fast forward to the “Domestic Diva” part of the evening.
(FAIR WARNING IF YOU ARE GROSSED OUT BY GROSS THINGS, YOU MAY WANT TO LIKE… SKIM AHEAD OR SOMETHING)
Let me set the scene for you… It’s about 2am. I’m in bed and David is in the living room on the couch watching some TV.
I’m awoken out of a dead sleep with an immense urge to regurgitate my entire stomachs contents all over our bedroom floor. So naturally that’s what I did. Leaned out of bed as much as a could and BARFFFFFEDDD all over the floor (and all the clothing I had left on the floor). Twice.
At first I thought I was probably dying because it was blood red and black. But then I remembered, silly girl - You had red wine and squid ink pasta!
I naked shuffled down the hall and poked my head into the living room to mumble at David, “I just barfed everywhere”. Later I found out he was so out of it he didn’t even hear me and had no idea until the next morning what had happened.
I grabbed a fluffy red towel, shuffled back into the bedroom - scooped up all the barf and barfy clothes like a swaddled little baby and swiftly deposited the contents in our bathtub, drew the curtains, rinsed my mouth with water and went back to bed.
Again…. Not my finest moment.
Somewhere around 7am I wake up and realize David has left for another meeting with the Chinese and that last night’s “festivities” ended up all over our new upholstered bed and our more-expensive-than-a-black-market-kidney-from-Mexico Frette sheets.
This is why we can’t have nice things. I am why we can’t have nice things.
What’s a girl to do? Give up? Buy new sheets and a bed? I’ll be damned if I let barf beat me! I want kids and i’ve heard they do a lot of shitting and barfing, so this was my opportunity to prove myself.
I pulled on some jeans that managed to stay out of the barf spray zone, threw on a tee and a pair of shades and slowly waddeled out into the city. Half way to Bed Bath and Beyond I realized I was still slightly drunk - but that wasn’t going to stop me!
$50 later I had acquired OxyClean, white towels and a new scale (I did Weight Watchers hard core all week and wanted to weigh myself but the 3rd digit on our scale was broken and not showing, which was entirely unhelpful)
Anyways, I return from BBB and commerce with a dexter style “clean up” procedure. I Ocyclean the sheets and wash them. I spend at least 2 hours dabbing and applying pressure to the bed stain with the oxy clean and rinsing it with a wet wash cloth. Then I go into the bathroom and the smell reminds me that “Oh yeah, there’s still barfy stuff in there too”. Somehow I managed to get it all over the bath mat and shower curtain. So both of those had to be washed. Then the clothing in the tub that could be saved was saved and washed. Sadly the towel did not make it.
All in all I had everything spik and span as if it had never happened by 1pm. I felt like a productive human being. I had cleaned up my mess, sobered up and got my shit together.
Just then I heard the chirp of a text message and checked my phone.
David: “Babers, I’m downstairs at Almond with the Chinese. They want you to come to brunch and then tonight they are taking us to Korea town for Korean BBQ.”
Oh sweet jesus…..
(PS Turns out I actually did an awesome job this week with eating + working out and dropped 4lbs. Which is amazing! If only Weight Watchers would pay me like they pay J Hud to endorse them. And it was all from eating right and working out - not the barf fest.)
Part 2 coming soon!
On this most disgusting of NYC days, I’m going for my bi-annual teeth cleaning and zoom whitening.
Then a business dinner with the husband tonight because he’s entertaining an investor from China.
At 26 I’m always the youngest at the table. I spend a good amount of time nodding, smiling and watching my liquor intake. At least tonight they’ll have blazing white teeth staring back at them!
Was clearly a girls night. David was off at the Knicks game with his childhood best friend Scott. So Anna and I went for a much needed mani pedi in soho followed by a wonderful drinks session at The Crosby Hotel with Carine (Scott’s wife).
Overall it was a much needed girls night. Talk was of marriage, divorce (others that Carine knew not ours obviously), wedding planning (Anna is recently engaged!!!), and baby making - we’re all dipping a toe in that pool.
I realized, having people who are on the same page as you is crucial. Last night after my third or forth glass of white wine I dazed off…. thinking to myself, your life is wonderful. Yes we can always ask for/have more. Everyone can. But what we have is so nice. So wonderful. I’m lucky to have my loving family, my caring friends, a wonderful home, a great environment to go and work in… To have all this?!?!!? I truly consider myself lucky.
But then to add to it a group of friends and people that happen to be going through the same things I am (marriage, wtf work, babies?!, fitness/soulcycle). That’s realllllllllly lucky if you ask me.
All I want from the next 6 months is to be pregnant at the same time as my friends. Pregnancy is scary - intimidating, frustrating, exciting. So to have people going through it who you can relate to and who you care about. I just think it would make the whole process that much more enjoyable.
And that’s my rant for this Saturday afternoon.
Now …. OFF to costco.
My “To do this weekend”…..
1.) clean the apartment
2.) send Eric & Ashley Low their baby shower gift (whoops! So late)
3.) go to Costco
4.) do laundry (you filthy animal!)
5.) change lightbulbs (how many go out at once)
6.) research recipes for the week
And then just for fun, my Costco list…
2.) toilet paper
3.) shampoo / conditioner
4.) dryer sheets
6.) dishwasher gel
7.) swiffer juice
8.) ground turkey
Forgive me for being annoying about this, but it’s something that MUST be emphasized.
Costco is NO JOKE. For years I’ve been buying my Olive Oil in the city whenever I need it; Whole Foods, Morton Williams, Dagastinos. I’ve been to them all.
But, today was the first day that I actually had the courage to buy one of these jumbo tubs at Costco. After getting it home and noticing the price sticker still on my somewhat empty NYC store bought olive oil I was SHOCKED!
Let me break this down for you…..
The large tub equals about 6 small jars. If I had bought 6 small jars in the city throughout the course of the year I would have paid about $60. Instead I paid $15 saving me a total of $42.
$42 may not seem like a lot - sure as hell didn’t seem like a lot to me before this costco trip. But If I can save $42 JUST on OLIVE OIL throughout my year?!?!?!? WTF What about grapes?! Or Tomato Sauce?!?!
The possibilities are endless people!
Today is starting to feel like my first day back at school after summer vacation. Even now as I start to type this I’ve only made it as far back as the 29th of June in my email inbox - for frame of reference I set the damn thing up on the 13th.
It’s all a bit too surreal, ya know? Like everything passed by so quickly and it all seems a little blurry in retrospect. I think I’m going to put together a separate post recapping the wedding from my POV. I’ll wait to post it until I get my photos back from Fred Marcus so I can include all the awesome faces of all the awesome people I want to tell you all about - I think both David and I are going to burst if we don’t see them soon.
** Part of me worries though, are they taking too long because we made ugly faces in all of them? Like maybe what’s taking so long is the fact that I was careless with making “double chin faces” and I didn’t really give a f**k if my “weave” was showing while I gyrated over my gay fan club to Beyonce’s Single Ladies…
That’s always a concern with us. We’re more the funny happy couple rather than the pose and make it look good couple. Funny doesn’t always equal photogenic.
Our engagement photos - case and point…. And this is just the best one.
It’s possible our photographer hates us.
Before the wedding was ever over I was all worried about having the wedding blues. Will I have it?! Do I have pre wedding blues?!? Am I gonna cry?! I tend to cry, i’ll probably cry. This was a honest to god fear - I was planning this thing for a year and a half! No planner, just me.
The good news is that I don’t think I have the “BLUES” blues…. like badly. I am a bit sad it’s over but then again, we can always just have kids and BOOM. There’s 13 years built in to plan the most killer Bar Mitzvah/Bat Mitzvah. KIDDING!.. sort of
David is the total opposite of me. He came back from 3 weeks of bliss feeling all the things someone should; comfortable, relaxed, calm…..
Me on the other hand? I felt like the energizer bunny - totally recharged and ready to conquer the world! I had an entire LIST in my head of all the things I wanted to tackle the SECOND we walked into our apartment.
1. File name change paper work
2. FInd out if The Pierre mailed out marriage license.. or if they have it? haha
3. Redecorate bedroom & living room (considering we renewed the lease this is the least we should do!)
4. Start to pull inspiration images for what kind of bed we want for the bedroom
5. Open all the registry gifts and sort through what we can keep and where we’re gonna put everything
6. Sort and print honeymoon photos into a photo album
7. In fact sort and print ALL our photos into albums based on the year they were taken
8. Have our Ketubah framed
9. “Spring Clean” our apartment and get rid of all the crap taking up space
10. Make a DR’s appt with both my OBGYN and general DR about getting healthy in hopes of maybe having a baby?
Now that I’m back and thing’s are relatively back to normal - I’ll make more of an effort to update this little snail trail of information. Promise. :)