Bad Decisions

Life is full of decisions...and I just made a bad one.

Needed a lil afternoon snack....HAD the choice of a grapefruit...even took it out of the fridge.

(In my opinion a yummy grapefruit should be SLIGHTLY cold)

Wandered into the kitchen and in the few steps from my computer to the kitchen (it's a small apartment) remembered I had Easter candy stashed in my purse.

Yea we all know where this is heading....totally went with the Reese's Peanut Butter Egg.

How many ways can I screw up this interview?

I had an interview today.

I get really, really nervous when I have to go in for an interview.

Like, I'm talking straight up.not normal.serious.anxiety.

I've been walking around the apartment for the past day rehearsing my 30 second summary statement because I would rather die than go into a situation without you know..like a PLAN or at least an outline of what the heck I'm going to say.

Clearly, I didn't spend enough time worrying or perhaps I would've foreseen these unfortunate events.

First screw up.

Pantyhose.

Listen people, I'm no fashionista. But I do know that sheer, almost black pantyhose looks best with a black pencil skirt and heels.

I did think ahead to make sure I had a good pair of sheer, almost-black pantyhose in the drawer. I did not think ahead to make sure I had a BACK-UP pair of sheer, almost-black pantyhose.

Wouldn't you know it, I go to the bathroom right before I leave and yup, tear my pantyhose.

Panic.

Surely, I have another pair in the drawer, don't I?

Nope. Of course not.

I do find however, a pair of black tights.

Black tights..let me tell you people, they just don't look right with pencil skirt and heels! Listen, I don't make the rules people I just know it looks weird.

"Nonsense," my husband proclaims, "I don't even see a difference."

"You don't understand ANYTHING!" I cry.

But at this point..it is what it is. And there I am squeezing into my black tights only to discover they have white, fuzzy pills all over them.

Ohhh yea.. I remember these tights. These are tights I would just use to layer under clothes thus collecting white, fuzzy pills.

They are totally noticeable. Even hubby couldn't deny it. Five minutes before my scheduled time to walk out the door there is my husband on his knees, wrapping masking tape around his hand all in an effort to get rid of these white fuzz balls ALL OVER MY LEGS. (because of course our household doesn't own a lint remover roller thingie)

I, so do appreciate my husband coming home for lunch today to see me off to my interview.

But the show must go on. I make it to the interview with plenty of time and assure myself that I will maintain eye contact at all times so as to not allow the woman interviewing me to even have the CHANCE to notice the sad state of my appearance.

Second screw up.

I'm waiting for the woman that helped set up the interview in the lobby. I see her. I confidently walk up to her, smile and go to give firm and confident hand-shake and hear myself saying, "nice to MEET you."

Errr...REALLY??? I've met this woman before. In fact, this is our second meeting. Note to self, you say nice to MEET you when it's the FIRST TIME MEETING THAT PERSON!!!

augh I'm pretty sure she caught my error. Sure, it's not the end of the world but still....

I survived the interview, as for getting hired....we'll see...but it's been a long day.

All About Oprah

So I am all up Oprah's arse lately. It's sad but I feel like I just discovered Oprah which is unfortunate since this is her farewell season. But I've never really had the chance to be around a television at 4 in the afternoon.

Anyway, last week Oprah had this episode on Happiness and she and Goldie Hawn were adamant about the one thing you could do to become a happier person. Taking a moment of silence or meditating or breathing or whatever you wanna call it. I think they said that people who do this for 20 minutes a day are happier but Oprah said that even taking ONE minute would work wonders.

It seems simple enough and if Oprah said it..it must be true, right?

So, yesterday was the first of February and since January was a big ole' mess I decided February 1st would be my new start so to speak and I said I would start with my minute a day routine yesterday.

24 hours came and went and I couldn't find 60 seconds to improve my well-being. Big fail on my part. But there's always tomorrow right. So this morning before anything else I did my minute.

I admit I felt a lil' dorky and kept thinking am I doing this right along with a whole slew of other things. The mind sure can wander folks. But it was simple enough and so I'm gonna try to stick with it.

We'll see how this goes.

Olga

I hate disappointing Olga.

So I did what was necessary. I canceled our appointment. The receptionist was not pleased.

Olga is my dental hygienist. Olga is never satisfied and I mean never.

I know I take pretty darn good care of my teeth but it's never good enough for this woman.

And she doesn't have a soft touch, she really doesn't and she doesn't care if she hurts me. It's like she's purposely punishing me.

But seriously what do you expect from a woman named Olga???

Yes, I was a little over-zealous in my past and believed that a hard firm toothbrush was the only way to get my teeth clean. Apparently, I brushed away part of my gum line.

You'd think that over-brushing might win some brownie points with her...hey at least this chic brushes but nooo...not this lady.

And I DO floss OLGA. Fairly regularly. Although sometimes I may go to sleep half drunk therefore flossing doesn't ALWAYS happen.

Anyway last appointment I said I was going to really buckle down and make it a goal that a month before my appointment with Olga I'd really go the distance and floss very carefully and slowly, really reaching under the gum line. I would rinse with ACT every night and brush with sensodyne.

But somehow my appointment snuck up on me and I got a message on my cell that my appointment was tomorrow morning.

Let's just say flossing has been sporadic at best lately...

I can NOT face Olga yet. I pushed my appointment back two weeks which I'm not sure is enough time but I'll try...so if you need me I'll be flossing.

Never a Dull Moment..

As much as I whine and moan about how,  "I'm oh so tired of New York City and so sick of public transportation" blah blah I know that there's no place like a New York subway train.

You never know what'll happen or what you'll see.

This weekend the F train did not disappoint.

First event.

Kid maybe 7 or 8..not really sure. Rambunctious little thing.  Anyway, the train is not too crowded so he's got full reign. He starts spinning round and round as he holds on to the metal hand rail in the center of the train.

Here you go...to give you a visual....

Anyway..fine...whatever he's not bothering me.

But then ladies and gentleman, he starts MAKING OUT WITH THE HAND RAIL....

like LICKING IT...with his tongue!

Oh my.  I just shake my head and close my eyes just thinking about it.

What is wrong with this kid??? 

EVERYONE on the train joined me in grimacing and ewwwing under our breath.

What's worse is his mom just nonchalantly scolded him from afar. I think her words were, "don't do that" in like a monotone voice.

I'm no parent, but I think the occasion would call for a firm STOP THAT!!!! accompanied with dragging the child and his tongue away from the hand rail... at least in my humble opinion.

I was thankful for the Mariachi band that came in to distract me.

Second event and a much more pleasant one: asian baby with RED HAIR.

I'm talking RED hair. This kid was so cute and I wish you could see this kid because I mean seriously, how many of you out there have seen a cute, chubby asian baby with red hair?

It was a real nice shade too. Like, I bet women spend a fortune to get that kind of color out of a bottle.

You gotta love genetics...and NY too.

Maryland Perks

I think I've spent more time with my family in Maryland in just the first month of 2011 than most grown adults spend with their family throughout the entire year.

Last week we were down in Maryland again. The hubs got sent down to work out of the DC office and I was more than happy to tag along.

One of the nicest perks of visiting the family is my sister's bathroom.

It's like a combination of a make-up counter--slash--drug store--slash---apothecary-like feel.

See?

There's just bottles and bottles of little serums and moisturizers.

It's friggin fabulous.

Each day I try a new cleanser or a new eye cream. Poor hubs went in there looking for a moisturizer and was so overwhelmed I think he put on an overnight repair solution when he really needed a day moisturizer with SPF but it's ok.

But we're back in New York and I'm back to my oh-so-sad-in-comparison-daily facial routine.