My 2011 (Non)Resolutions
Nice and Steady Finishes The Race
HeyO! Guess what I did this morning? Ran in my first EVER race! Running has been my main form of exercise for the past 8 years, but I never considered even running in a race until a few years ago. And it’s taken me[...]
Christmas 2010: Everything is Dipped in Chocolate
Well hello there. I pulled myself out of my food coma just long enough to say HI! And Happy Holidays! And…well, I hope you’re doing fab. I’ve been home in Kentucky for the past week, and since NYC tur[...]
How I Eat Healthy When I Really Don't Wanna
Confession: Now that I am making more money on a consistent basis, I am also spending more, too. On food. I realized yesterday that I have eaten out in some shape or form (even a Subway sammie) for just about EVERY meal [...]
Good Things Come in Three's
Some say bad things, but I’d have to disagree. I think a lot of you know by now that I’m a triplet. When we were little, a few years in a row we celebrated our birthday on our babysitter’s farm–ch[...]
Thanksgiving 2010: No Turkey, Just Wine
Well hello! How’s everyone’s week going? I don’t know if it will ever be easy coming back to The Big Apple after being home. But, I’m slowly getting into the grind. Slowly. This morning I actually[...]
Life at The Office
Hello there! Ready to take on the day? Eh, me neither, but the fact that I’m going to be consuming obscene quantities of pecan pie, stuffing and mashed potatoes in a few days makes things much more bearable. So las[...]
Nine To Five
Hey guys! Soooo guess what I’m doing tomorrow? Working. In an office. And it’s gonna be totally crazy/weird/awesome and totally…yeah, just…WEIRD. My freelance gig with AOL is still freelance (with[...]
The FnF Club: "I Got FIRED by Trump and Started My Own Business!"
Hey to tha O—Heyo! I’ve missed you guyzzzz. And I’m just getting to this post that was intended for Monday because someone decided to be a deliquent and have a 7-hour boozy brunch on Sunday That totally jac[...]
Let's Take a Moment….
To remember my Dad. Writing about him makes me smile—sometimes through tears—but I don’t do it often because I feel a sense of pressure to depict just how truly amazing he was. It feels impossible to find the r[...]
