I love Valentine’s Day. Always have. Except for the time I was a foreign exchange student in Italy, and gave chocolates to everyone in my host family. And was then informed that Valentine’s Day is only for lovers by one of the older, slightly scary brothers. Mortifying.…
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Today: Treat yo self.
I’ve recently become addicted to Parks and Recreation. I think Ron Swanson might be my spirit animal. I am channeling my inner Donna Meagle after a truly absurd week, though, and treating myself. Yesterday morning, I treated myself to half an hour of no phone…
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Today: Hunkered down.
While I normally get all jazzed about storms, weather reporters being absurd, and buying the last flashlight at Target, Nemo (the storm, not the fish) is on my crap list. With a big work event this weekend, I am stuck hunkered down at a…
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Today: The weekend, according to Instagram III.
Another weekend, another two days spent (mostly) unplugged. Did you do your Sunday things done on Saturday, allowing plenty of time to see Beyonce and a stadium without power? I hope so. The weekend, according to Instagram III I found this lovely Jessica Swift print…
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Today: Do your Sunday things on Saturday.
You know all those things you leave for Sunday? Nine loads of laundry, grocery shopping, meal prep, scrubbing the bathroom floor, your thirteenth nail polish change of the week? I’m not a scientist (I fainted in 9th grade biology), but I am guessing they only…
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Today: The weekend, according to Instagram II.
Another weekend, another attempt at unplugging. Save for the Instagram machine iPhone. Here’s what I was up to. The weekend, according to Instagram: One of our trainers at + dog is fostering a pitbull named Dexter. I had the chance to take class with him…
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Today: On a warmer day… on Virgin Gorda.
Welp, it’s cold (again). It is, after all, January in Boston. I am wearing layers and layers and reminiscing about a much warmer day, no so long ago, when Nick and jumped ship small boat and swam to shore at Devil’s Bay, Virgin Gorda. Perhaps…
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Today: A nasty ‘tude.
I witnessed a grown man throwing a full on temper tantrum at the post office this week. To quote one of the ten-year-olds I’ve had the privilege of working with, “Bro had a nasty ‘tude.” After berating the person working at the front desk, the…
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Today: A few simple steps for a better life.
I had one of those weeks. The kind where you get to your desk and think… I don’t remember driving to work. The kind where, at the end of the day, you forget where you parked. And subsequently, you walk from one parking level to…