May 16, 2012
one of the most amazing months…

Time seems to slip by me these days. I’m constantly in that whirlwind of work and life and love and trying to get my acting shit together. But this past month, with all its insanity and overbooked weeks, marked itself as one of the best months I can remember. 

Started with Adam and my little day jaunt to DC for Grandpa Harry’s Honor Flight. Had to be up beyond early (we should have just stayed awake), almost missed our bus, and upon arrival spent a good hour on a wild goose hunt for a CVS/Duane Reade, etc, hustled to Arlington National Cemetery only to be waiting in the wrong spot. Then had to sprint across the grounds with all our camera gear on what turned out to be a bloody hot day and we were in jeans and sweaters… but I wouldn’t have missed it for the world. Grandpa’s face when he recognized me as Dad wheeled him towards me, and saying “Well, I’ll be darned!” was priceless. Harry is a man of few words, and with one of the biggest families around, it’s a gift to have a few just to keep for yourself. Adam and I spent the day following Dad and Grandpa around, snapping photos, asking questions, and listening. I learned more about this amazing person in my life in one day then I had in an entire lifetime. I also was given a new-found hope in my fellow countrymen when I saw the lines of people who were waiting for this honor flight group, just to thank these veterans for the services they performed. I’ve never in my life felt so proud. It’s one of those days that you know you’ll always treasure.

The next weekend was my birthday. Everyone who knows me well, knows that birthdays are not one of my favorite things. I like to keep things low-key, very personal. I’m definitely one of those “keep your expectations low and you’ll never be disappointed” kind of celebrators. Not one of my best traits, but I always appreciate when people abide by my wishes. So this birthday, Adam and I started to plan our yearly trip to Boston, hopefully catch a Red Sox game, enjoy the sites, eat some nommy seafood. But allll the hotels were booked up or incredibly expensive. After searching and planning and not finding anything reasonable, I was ready to throw in the towel when Adam finds us a nice little resort outside of the city, but just along the commuter rail. We planned for a nice 3 day getaway, which for me is pretty unreal, and opted not to get tickets for the game since we weren’t staying in the city proper. On my birthday’s eve I had to work (naturally) and my co workers and boss kept me there and kept me there and kept me there, way past when I should have been done, all the while I’m bitching that “everyone else gets a damn cake for their birthday, why shouldn’t I?” until quarter after midnight when chef comes out of the kitchen with a homemade strawberry shortcake, a rousing round of “Happy Birthday” which almost made me cry from sheer embarassment, and a glass of champagne from Claiborne which prompted the chant “She’s old enough to drink! She’s old enough to drink!” The next morning we hopped the bus to Boston, he surprised me with tickets to the game the next night and best of all, we got to hang out with our friend Liz from Door County! She’s one of those wild personalities that is infectious and I’m so so glad we got to see her again, and can’t remember a time that I laughed harder. Oh and David Ortiz hitting two homers at that game may have been a lifetime highlight… just sayin. Easily one of my best birthdays ever!

THEN just two days after we returned my mama and Lindsay came out to visit! Whirlwind month, like I said! It was Lindsay’s very first visit to the big city and I did everything in my power to make it a memorable and exciting trip and I think I did pretty darn well. We made it to absolutely everything on our extensive list of sites and events in the five days we were given, the weather was an absolute gift and I was able to give my mama a very memorable birthday! Highlights of their trip would be my giggling tipsy mother (a reoccurring instance) and Newsies! One of the most exciting shows I’ve ever seen anywhere. Of course my purist heart was resistant to some of the changes they made, but I was won over 110%. 

THEN after playing catch up with work and putting in a 50 hour week, last night I FINALLY got to meet one of Adam’s absolute best friends from Wisco who was in town, and I cannot believe we waited so long! It was as easy  and comfortable hanging out with Sam as it would be any of my girlfriends back home, and I foresee many fantastic times in the future whether she’s visiting out here or on our future jaunts home. She also hooked us all up with tickets to Wicked last night, very last moment, and we got a tour of the entire backstage! Coupled with the fabulous dinner at Left Bank before the show, it was yet another amazing day with amazing company.

Here’s to keeping the good times rolling!

April 8, 2012
Bubble tea time!

Bubble tea time!

March 20, 2012
a continuation of marvelous days…

Here’s to hoping that today is as wonderful as the past handful! Went ice skating for the first time in my life while Adam T and Kyla were in town. Got to hang out with the lovely couple. Went to the main branch of the New York Public Library (also a NYC  first). Walked around for hours on end with my wonderful boyfriend. Had lunch with Gab at Grey Dog. Walked some more. And now to work where I hope this ridiculous weather has put everyone in as good of a mood as I’m in!

Hey, life is good.

March 12, 2012
getting off the couch.

I grew up with two superstar running sisters and a very active brother. Both of the my sisters were able to run at State CC (the oldest went twice) and my brother made Varsity his senior. My dad went to college and ran CC there. My uncle ran for UW-Madison both CC and Track. Being healthy and active and fit seemed to be in my blood… well it wasn’t. I liked to dance and play soccer, but I knew I wasn’t the best at it. But I was always looking up to these beautiful talented sisters of mine, who were thin and could eat anything they wanted because that’s how they were made. I however, was cut from a different cloth. By 13, I had shapely hips and frankly, a bigger rack than my sisters who are 8 and 10 years older than me. And I hated it. I became obsessed with being every inch the athlete that they were, so I could be skinny and eat what I wanted. And I did. From 13 to 18 my weight never went much higher than 124 (which is very healthy for a 5’5” frame). I made Varsity all four years of high school in swimming and track.

Sports were my high. I swore by my workouts. I pushed myself to be the best, and even though I never was, it would never be for lack of effort on my part. My senior year, both of my coaches commented on the zeal I had in practice, that my mind seemed to be pushing me harder than the clock or the whistle. I loved the focus. The calming effect of turning it all off except the reminder to put one foot in front of the other, or pull one stroke further.

This summer I was lucky enough to lifeguard at a pool that let me swim there without being a member. Within three workouts, I felt like a mentally stronger person, that the drive that pushed me all the times I did become an exercise nut, was still within me.

I’m making my first few strides in getting myself back to where I want to be. Not just because I want to be skinny, but because I want to be able to walk tall, buy a small. Because I want to feel good about what I put in my body. I want to be the best me.

My Plan:

Yoga: At least once a week. This could get pricey but I know that getting some of my flexibility that I’ve lost since the AMDA days back will help once I’m confident enough to find a dance class. 

Running: I’ve loved running with Adam here in Brooklyn but it hasn’t worked out in our schedules for so long so it’s time to start rocking it out by myself. (He just owes me a badass playlist)

Stretching: Daily. It’s the easiest thing in the world to do. No excuses here.

Abs: My biggest self-image issue is with my tummy area. Especially since this is where most of my tattoos are… I’d love to show them off this summer.

Arms: Have to be careful here before I tend to bulk up here REALLY EASILY. And it’s just not that attractive to look like you could beat the crap out of everyone. 

Legs: Hoping this comes along with the running naturally. As it stands now, my legs don’t offend me that much. 

Boxing: There’s a super reasonably priced boxing gym around the corner from my apartment that I must sign up for. I think this along with yoga is going to be the key to getting back in shape because it’s cardio along with a great amount of mental agility and I think it’ll help me out with general mental happiness. (Because what New Yorker doesn’t want to throw a few punches now and then?)

Eat Healthy. Drink Water.

March 6, 2012

A little afternoon trip to the Met was just what this girl needed. There’s something about the quiet that calms me the moment I walk in. A calm that allows me the clarity I struggle to find most of the time here in the city. It’s my Tiffany’s. The place I long for when the mean reds strike. And I always hate to leave, even being in the line for the coat check, I dreaded losing the peace that I find there.
For everything in life there is a season. This uncertain season of transition between the seasons also usually signals other changes to be put in motion. I can only hope that this transition time proves to be one of the better ones. I’ve gone through so many alterations in the past year, so I hope they all come to a head now. For the best of course.

March 4, 2012
I need a good ole Wisconsin bloody right now, New York just doesn’t get it.

I need a good ole Wisconsin bloody right now, New York just doesn’t get it.

December 27, 2011
leftbankmanhattan:

make your New Year’s reservations with Left Bank, problem solved!

i’m there!

leftbankmanhattan:

make your New Year’s reservations with Left Bank, problem solved!

i’m there!

December 21, 2011
awkwardette:

“Worse than the total agony of being in love?”Watching #LoveActually 

awkwardette:

“Worse than the total agony of being in love?”

Watching #LoveActually 

(Source: awkwardette)

November 23, 2011
For ACR

For ACR

(Source: winmyheartt, via midwesternmermaid)

November 23, 2011
Here’s my morning entertainment, please observe the velour jumpsuit this cat is rocking. Also note that he is NOT wearing an undershirt, which is very clear since he has ample amounts of graying chest hair that would be endangered if he decides to quickly zip up this jacket. He also has enough grease in his hair to make flapjacks for an entire family. No gold chain though, which is slightly disappointing. Rock on Fabio, hopefully your Reservoir Dog buddies won’t be late picking you up.

Here’s my morning entertainment, please observe the velour jumpsuit this cat is rocking. Also note that he is NOT wearing an undershirt, which is very clear since he has ample amounts of graying chest hair that would be endangered if he decides to quickly zip up this jacket. He also has enough grease in his hair to make flapjacks for an entire family. No gold chain though, which is slightly disappointing. Rock on Fabio, hopefully your Reservoir Dog buddies won’t be late picking you up.

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