1. Dec 13, 2012


    Early to Rise, Early to be Really Cranky Mornings are the worst. Let’s just start things off admitting this. As much as I try, yearn, and force myself to be a morning person it just doesn’t happen. Once I’m up it’s not too bad, life goes on. But physically getting out of bed, well, that’s a whole different story. Most of the time I end up falling asleep during my morning get-out-of-bed pep talks and wake up 45 minutes later. Talk about willpower, right? But then I found a cure, or at the very least something that helps. Ready? Fly to Europe. Yes, you read right. Just hop on that plane, fly to Europe (anywhere, take your pick!), and then return home to the good ol’ U.S. The trick, however, is that you have to stick to the European time zone. When Matthew and I flew home from Dublin about a month ago we had the brilliant idea of trying to harness our (or just my) getting-up-lateness by using the time zone confusion to our advantage. Then the angels sang! It worked! And suddenly I get what mornings are all about. Breakfast, the Today Show, so much time! It’s like no one told me how good it would be.

    Early to Rise, Early to be Really Cranky

    Mornings are the worst. Let’s just start things off admitting this. As much as I try, yearn, and force myself to be a morning person it just doesn’t happen. Once I’m up it’s not too bad, life goes on. But physically getting out of bed, well, that’s a whole different story. Most of the time I end up falling asleep during my morning get-out-of-bed pep talks and wake up 45 minutes later. Talk about willpower, right?
    But then I found a cure, or at the very least something that helps. Ready? Fly to Europe. Yes, you read right. Just hop on that plane, fly to Europe (anywhere, take your pick!), and then return home to the good ol’ U.S. The trick, however, is that you have to stick to the European time zone.
    When Matthew and I flew home from Dublin about a month ago we had the brilliant idea of trying to harness our (or just my) getting-up-lateness by using the time zone confusion to our advantage. Then the angels sang! It worked! And suddenly I get what mornings are all about. Breakfast, the Today Show, so much time! It’s like no one told me how good it would be.

     

  2. Oct 30, 2012


    Emotional Weather Disaster Eating Like just about all New Yorkers, we spent the past few days under a Sandy-induced vacation, inside, hoping the power stayed on, soaking up all the great light I miss while I’m at work, and, of course, eating. In my case, I used the time to explore the art of cooking “poor food,” as Matthew calls it. It turns out I have gone my entire life without cooking or knowing how to cook oatmeal. From a jar. And not from a instant package. Oops, looks like I haven’t lived, you guys. The good news is, with brown sugar and stewed pears it is really good. Like, I made it a second time to “take some photos” which is code for, I’m in a natural disaster so I’m eating a big ol’ real breakfast for the second day in a row. Jokes aside, I’m feeling blessed we have power and dry floors.

    Emotional Weather Disaster Eating

    Like just about all New Yorkers, we spent the past few days under a Sandy-induced vacation, inside, hoping the power stayed on, soaking up all the great light I miss while I’m at work, and, of course, eating. In my case, I used the time to explore the art of cooking “poor food,” as Matthew calls it. It turns out I have gone my entire life without cooking or knowing how to cook oatmeal. From a jar. And not from a instant package. Oops, looks like I haven’t lived, you guys.
    The good news is, with brown sugar and stewed pears it is really good. Like, I made it a second time to “take some photos” which is code for, I’m in a natural disaster so I’m eating a big ol’ real breakfast for the second day in a row.
    Jokes aside, I’m feeling blessed we have power and dry floors.

     

  3. May 1 2012



    I didn’t even like breakfast. It was, like any other bother in life, a detail I preferred to leave out of my daily routine. The time involved was time I could be doing other things (sleeping!). Yogurt was my paying-the-bills. Now it’s my lifeline. I dream about waffles and granola. Without it I am a grumpy, tired mess. I realize now someone, somewhere, was telling the truth about the importance of a good start to the day.

    So, if you see me and I’m not either of those things, you can go ahead and thank these guys for my (hopefully) pleasant demeanor.

     

  4. Apr 25 2012



    My parents’ home gets the best light from their french doors to the backyard

    Wherein I begin planning that wedding

    By most standards my engagement has been pretty short (and yet, by some, very long). I knew that from the beginning, so my train of thought went something like this: I’m getting married! I’m so happy! WHY HAVEN’T WE FOUND A CATERER YET?

    I’m a very calm and rational person, you see.

    I did find a venue, a caterer, and a few other things within the first two months. Then I promptly stopped. Just because. And then there I was over the weekend, with less than a month to go, finding myself upstate at my parents’ house for a bridal shower brunch to actually plan things out (do shower brunches exist, or did we just make that up?). Like where people are sitting (they’re not, oops!), and whether anyone is going to start their dresses on fire with the 300 candles that are to line the window sills and stairs (hopefully not).