Ruby

here and there notes

2012-02-09T15:20:00.000-05:00

Today I had to get down to bidnass and therefore could not be distracted. I'm fairly good at multitasking my music listening with working and organizing while getting work emails on the reg all at once, but today called for extreme measures. I literally barricaded my cube "entrance" with this sign on my rolling seat for "clients" (read: friends who come gossip with me) and for some reason that sign felt really great. I guess that's what it's like to have a door, which means you have an office, which means you're pretty important. But anywho, I highly suggest trying it sometime that you're really busy (or just don't want to be bothered).

(p.s. I am dealing with hundreds of pubs...not like, 10!)
Here are some other hand written things around my desk.

We'll be celebrating Dad's birthday this Saturday at one of our favorite Italian resturants, Bravo. So, bravo! What a guy.

Under my pile of various size post-its in various colors is a hot pink post-it. It's hidden for a reason. I cannot reveal what is specifically written on it, because then I'd have to kill you. But I will tell you it has 16 names on it. 16 people on my hit-list? Possibly. 16 people I want in my wedding someday? Maybe. All I have to say is I better narrow that list down or else my future husband and I will be having 16 children. You may wonder why it's there. It's because I read things- blogs, articles, emails, etc. and I come across names I just HAVE to consider someday. So, it's nice and handy to store at the bottom of my post-it stack.

cup o' joe plays dress up

2012-02-08T13:55:00.000-05:00

I just bought this Wakey Wakey Eggs & Bakey: Morning Mug. It may be backordered until April, but when it arrives at my doorstep in 2 months, I'll be in love all over again!

Loving this personalized mug found via Design*Sponge at Kin Ship Press.

pops of green

2012-02-02T13:43:00.000-05:00

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I don't have a lot of kelly green in my wardrobe OR home decor, but the more I see the more I growing green with envy.

running and other things

2012-02-01T14:59:00.000-05:00

The weather here has been unreal, which is directly proportional to my motivation to run again. I've just been SO excited to get back at it. And to clean. Saturday alone I cleaned all my baseboards and ceiling fans. Motivation is in ze air!

Exhibit A: New running shoes (one of my favorite things in life)

Exhibit B: Upon returning from my post-work run: cooling down to Bon Iver

Other things: Huge cravings for pancakes (I'm normally an eggs for breakfast type gal)

Other things: Coffee head guy: Saturday morning coffee with Lauren

here: read this

2012-01-26T13:26:00.001-05:00

Meanwhile, back at the homestead
A Meditation of Fried Chicken and Friendship

new running playlist

2012-01-25T13:09:00.000-05:00

I'm late to the Spotify train. Since Monday, however, I have been listening to music almost non-stop. While working, while running, while putting away dishes, while getting ready in the morning, while taking a hot shower to warm up after a run. Let's just say I'm loving it.

So what came first? The chicken or the egg? I can't decide if the music is making me want to run or the hiatus/burnt out feeling from running has gone away and I'm ready to get after it again. I think it's a little bit of both. When you have new tunes in your ears, (and new running shoes), it's inevitable that by 4:30pm I am itching to hit the pavement. Monday I ran 4, and last night I ran 4, and then another half mile because the good tunes just kept on coming. I could get used to this! And I should, given that my next half marathon training begins on February 26. Ba-zing!

What are you guys listening to these days to run? I always find it hard to find things that have an appropriate beat and keep me going, but it's safe to say that I'm most comfortable with gangster rap. It puts me right back into competitive track mode.
Here's what's making me want to run my brains out:

N*ggas in Paris- Kanye West + Jay Z (I can't stop listening to this song)
It Will Rain- Bruno Mars
Born This Way- Gaga (duh)
Shake It Out- Florence + The Machine
She Will- Lil Wanye + Drake
What You Know- T.I.
Stronger- Kelly Clarkson (this one is AWESOME to run/dance to)
Party Rock Anthem- LMFAO
Party- Beyonce
Hey Mama- Mat Kearney
Lost+- Coldplay + Jay Z
We Found Love- Rihanna

Also, I treated myself to these never worn, second hand-ish shoes from Talbots for a cool $25 bucks last night from Second Chance. I love finding good deals. And leopard print. I can't wait to wear these with toothpick jeans.

nightstand

2012-01-23T10:39:00.001-05:00

What's on your nightstand?

This pic I snapped last night sums up my weekend. Clockwise from bottom: Kindle touch and new Kindle case from etsy. Nighttime cold medicine (LIGHTS OUT). February Marie Claire (lots of dog ears). Essie "Fun in the gondola" on my nails. Lots of lotion for dry skin (especially around my nose and hands) before bed.

vday

2012-01-13T14:04:00.001-05:00

I love Valentine's day. I don't need jewelry and chocolates, but I love the memories I have of making Vday card boxes for class and the times my Mom would host a Vday party for my girlfriends and I- making crafts, wearing pink and red, and always watching the Miss. America pageant. And, who doesn't love red hots?

All photos via {here}

merry 2012!

2012-01-04T16:39:00.000-05:00

Happy Belated Merry Christmas and whatever holiday you celebrate and Happy Belated New Year and it's 2012 and it's been a year since I've worked here and six years this June since I graduated college and where the HELL has the time gone?!

I had 10 days of winter break at the end of December until yesterday. Winter break. I haven't said that in years (except, well, I did last year) but I haven't had a real winter break since college. I can remember days spent at the indoor pool to kill the hours and energy we had pent up. I can remember having to work Christmas Eve, New Year's Eve and hating every second of it. But not this year. This year I spent time with friends, family, Jake and Jake's family. And I slept. Boy did I ever sleep.

I also read on my (new!) Kindle (thanks, Jake!) and those old things- what are they called? Oh yeah, BOOKS. I finished up Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close and I think you should read it. There were times it was really heavy and I had to take breaks. But it was a beautiful read and I can't wait to go see the movie with my friend Britt in a couple of weeks when it comes out. We're new(er) friends, so it will be fun to see eachother weep into our respective popcorns and diet cokes.

Right now I'm reading both Saving CeeCee Honeycutt and Mindy Kaling's Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me? Both are light reads, but after the last one, much needed. On that note, does anyone have any book suggestions?

I literally imagined myself, the other day, standing at the top of a new year looking ahead. Facing east on the timeline of 2012 and thinking about what it could hold for me. I had a blessed and casual 2011, so I can only hope for something as delightful for this year. But I feel good about it. I am thinking another half marathon, when the winter bear in me wakes (Jake did call me a bear that hibernates the other day and that's pretty accurate). I am thinking lots and lots of books. Lately I just can't seem to get enough. I am thinking of cooking more (Chopped and Food Network in general are inspiring me). I will be 28 in July, and that just seems plain old.

So, let's all be kind to eachother this year, shall we? Mostly to ourselves. xx

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snaps as of late

2011-12-22T14:35:00.000-05:00

headphones

2011-12-15T13:18:00.000-05:00

Earlier this year Mom cleaned out my old closet in my old room and found two boxes of my prized string. Given that friendship bracelets made a comeback this year, I gave a couple of them a whirl, and instantly remembered all the times I slaved away at friendship bracelets, especially when we sold them as a Girl Scout troop to make money. Looking inside this box still gives me the chills- organization, color coordinated...it's heaven to me. I can't tell you how many times I dumped them all out just to reorganize them again.

So when I saw a project on Pinterest to whip up some pretty earphones, I knew I had to relieve my glory days, bring in the box of string, and do-up my work headphones.

If you are going to attempt to do this, you are going to need A LOT more string then you think. When you're unwinding from the spool, keep going. It takes a bunch.

photobooth

2011-12-13T17:05:00.002-05:00

Back in August Jake and I went to Erin and Drew's wedding. Jake was in the wedding with his college friends and I had a grand ol' time hanging out with the other crazy girls that I got to vacay with in Mexico earlier in the year for Anna and Eric's wedding. Erin and Drew just posted their photobooth pics and I haven't been able to stop looking at them and I also have not been able to stop cracking up!

Krista. You are killing me.

yessss!!!!

2011-12-12T15:17:00.000-05:00

oh my god. YES!

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

life lately

2011-12-08T10:09:00.000-05:00

dress forms in the CCAD window

night time

pinterest project over my bed

a savory perfect lunch

cut and hang

2011-12-06T16:48:00.000-05:00

Do you like birds? Birds in the winter time are pretty. I love when I see a bright red cardinal against the snow.
Here are some free printables right from Becca Kellem Winter Birds via Making It Lovely. I just printed mine and I am going to cut and hang them on the tree tonight!

I love a good freebie (like that banana I got today at lunch).

listen up

2011-11-30T12:48:00.001-05:00

There are many things I will never understand about men. Namely:

Can't we all agree to CLOSE THINGS when we're done with them?!

recap

2011-11-28T15:16:00.000-05:00

So, here we are. You and me. Me and you. Isn't this nice? You're taking a break from your hard work. You're maybe drinking a diet coke or hot coffee or water or steaming tea. You're back to the grind. You're wishing it weren't raining outside. You're listening to Christmas music, aren't you?

All of the above guilty. But before we put November to bed, let's at least give Thanksgiving the shout out it deserves. Simply put: mine was lovely (easily top 5 favorite words for bloggers to use, yes?) It really was though. I went to my parents house 15 minutes away from my apartment to stay the night before and wake up to share coffee in pj's while Mom cooked and Dad prepped for the visitors. (I ended up staying till Saturday.) And cooked and prepped we did! Later, guests arrived and we had a delicious dinner. We missed Grandma dearly, as she was recently hospitalized for an infection and has been moved to a nursing home to get her strength back before heading back home. She's almost back to 100%!

My brother made his first Pinterest project!

Grandpa always does the honor of cutting the turkey

Mom set the table beautifully

The cousins enjoyed their fake wine and carbs

Later we went to visit Grandma in the nursing home and made ourselves quite cozy. Mom gave Abby and Jake fast rides on the wheelchairs and we visited the birds and fish. The fish hid every time we would walk by, so what do you? You army crawl.

The rest of the weekend was filled with more yummy food, naps, shopping, Jake visiting and catching up on our shows! It was indeed LOVELY.

toikey

2011-11-23T13:12:00.001-05:00

happy thanksgiving to you and yours!

I have no idea where this photo originally came from, but it's from my friend Brittany in an email today and that's all I can source it to. I also do not own two gold retriever dogs (but boy would I love to!) but this just tickled me to my core. Now for some serious things I am thankful for:

my amazing family, near and far- immediate and extended. I am so blessed.

a loving, hilarious, goofy, caring boyfriend, Jake

my apartment that I have made into a home

a cozy warm bed at night and a hot shower

a wonderful, humbling job with insanely caring and hilarious co-workers

health

laughter

beautiful, hilarious, weird and supportive girlfriends

running

happy turkey day! I hope your weekend is filled with the blessings around you.

franks

2011-11-22T12:06:00.000-05:00

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It is a time to be thankful, yes indeedy! Here are some not so serious things I am actually truly thankful for:

the Christmas tree glow in the living room

a cold diet coke out of a can

Jake's seat warmers in his car

the fact that I laugh on the reg multiple times at work with my co-workers

my awakened crave for creativity thanks in large part to Pinterest

a garage to avoid scraping the windows in the morning

a hot shower

a stranger offering to share her umbrella to "save your bangs from going all wonky"

marcel the shell with shoes on

movement

2011-11-16T10:53:00.002-05:00

Over the weekend I got a new TV that gave me the itch to move the big love seat/chair. I used to change my apartment or room around all the time! But I haven't changed my living room around since I moved in! And that was 2 years ago! The tiny movement of the chair to a 90 degree angle off the wall (instead of angled in the corner) made such a huge difference that it got me to thinking- maybe there IS a solution to my furniture in this awkward room. I have french doors leading to my front porch that are always open in the spring and summer, so I thought, maybe I could utilize those doors as a temporary wall for winter? Alas, I needed visuals. If I'm going to do this, I'm going to have to have a plan. I took some post-its and started playing.

original setup: top left is the door. bottom middle is the french doors. right middle is my fireplace.

I knew I wanted to move the couch to the long wall and cover one of the french doors. I also have to keep my tv in the corner or that top wall because of the cable connection.

With Christmas approaching, I had to make sure to include space for my 5' tree (and new tree skirt!). This is the final setup I ended up going with (save for a few minor changes) and it looks really good! I'm so glad I had a plan before I moved everything.

What could you move around for a fresh way to enjoy your home? Swap out some chairs? A new setup for Christmas time with the tree included? Making a little game out of it with paper was fun. Give it a try!

treats and snoozin'! snoozin' and treats.

2011-11-15T11:23:00.000-05:00

Guess why I smile a lot? Uh, cause it's worth it.
A NEW MARCEL! This just made my year!

twins

2011-11-11T13:47:00.000-05:00

A couple of weekends ago was Audrey's baby shower. She's having twin boys! It is an exciting time for their family and I am so excited for her and her husband to become parents. They will be such amazing ones. Once Elisa sent the invites, I knew I had to get my pinning hands on some decor opportunities for the party. Between Elisa and I's ideas for decorations, I think we pretty much nailed it.

the drink station

party favors on the way out

desserts...mmmm

fabric and diaper pennant

"poofs"

wishes and advice for the new mommy to be

twins!

Mommy to be opening presents!

It was so fun to do these projects and make a girls weekend out of it. Good luck Audrey! You're in the home stretch! Can't wait to meet these two boys!

you are there

2011-11-10T14:57:00.000-05:00

It's at church sitting next to my Mother.

It's on an evening run in the fall, cool weather slapping my face and pushing me onward and faster.
It's the prayers at night for family and friends.
It's while watching something this beautiful.

It's getting to know God again and spending time with my Maker.

morning bird

2011-11-08T12:24:00.000-05:00

I've often been told I'm a good story teller. Or is "good" just my version of it? Regardless, indeed I am a Mazza, therefore I am a storyteller. I come from a long line of wonderful, animated, hilarious storyteller's. My PopPop, my Uncle Doug, my father. I have so many stories that I want to remember and I fear that this short-term mem of mine might someday switch to long-term and there go my stories.

Morning Bird
It was one of those Saturday mornings. I had stayed in the night before alone. Soaked up some tv and couch time with some wine, candles lit and catching up on my DVR'd shows. I was so excited to sleep in, wake up refreshed and get on with my Saturday morning. I was someplace between awake and opening my eyes when I pulled an old fashioned arms outstretched and big yawn to embrace the morning ahead. Upon opening I see a bird. A BIRD. Fluttering all bat-shit crazy, perching from window to window- back and forth, back and forth, over my head. I screamed, "OH MY GOD!" and throw the covers over my head. It was summer and it was hot. I didn't have the air on, but instead my windows open. Under the covers I started sweating. I flipped. I wondered, "How the HELL did this bird get in here?! How do I get myself into these situations?!" Sliding a sly hand out of the side of my bed, I grabbed my phone on my nightstand. I did what any other 27 year old woman living alone would do and...called my Dad. Who happened to be out of state in PA for work, who happened to be driving to NJ that day to visit his childhood hometown.
"Dad! There is a BIRD in my ROOM. FLYING ABOVE MY HEAD!"
"Well, what do you want me to do hun?! I am driving to New Jersey. >>laughs<< You're going to have to wait for it to fly out and open some doors."
"I just don't know what to do! What if it attacks me?"
"Well, I'm sure it's more scared then you are. Go open some doors and call me back once its out."
"Okay. >>laughs<< BYE!"
Upon hanging up the phone I realized the flapping stopped. The bat-shit craze has come to a hault.
Slowly I lift the covers down from my head. I am literally sweating with fear and summer morning heat.
Gone. He is gone. Where did he go? Creeping on tip toes I make my way for the dining room and peer around the corner, mission impossible style to the kitchen. Nothing. Nothing in the living room either. And no windows are open.
At this point I think I am losing my mind. Upon further review I notice the small push-out style window in my kitchen is indeed open, but only slightly- surely, large enough for a bird to get in. But really? To get out that fast? How did the bird find the escape window THAT FAST? And why did I open that window in the first place?
For the next several weeks, and sometimes spontaneously, I start to wander, will I ever find a dead bird carcass somewhere behind some chair or piece of furniture I haven't moved in months? Perhaps I might, which would be tragic, or perhaps the more tragic scenario is that this was all a dream or that I am losing my mind.

DIY no sew ruffle Christmas tree skirt

2011-11-07T15:38:00.000-05:00

I knew that yesterday I wanted to accomplish my first Pinterest project. Mom clipped the Joann's 40% Sunday coupon and off we went to purchase my fabrics! I was not only inspired but completely redid the burlap and muslin ruffle Christmas Tree skirt found via Pinterest.

Source: anwjohnston.blogspot.com via carrie on Pinterest

I followed Ashley's directions, with a bit of tailoring to a process I found most practical. I bought 2 yards of burlap and 2 yards of muslin/cream fabric. I bought 4 yards of a base fabric and traced my Mom's tree skirt so I wouldn't have to give my left arm to purchase a base. It worked out pretty well! Below is my version and I am in love. It will last for years to come and will match no matter what way I decide to decorate for Christmas. The texture pops as well. I tried it out on a tree at work so you could get the full gist of things.

Then I made Kelly twirl in it!

grandpa socks

2011-11-02T10:34:00.001-04:00

I took a lot of....hmmm, what shall I call it? Criticism? For taking pictures in a bathroom. At work. Of myself. Creepy MySpace style. (It was from a co-worker). And you know what? It IS totally creepy. But I don't have any other way of documenting what I'm wearing and that here is the only thing I can think of to blog about since otherwise, my life is just pretty normal. SO. KELLY. THIS IS FOR YOU!

(Don't worry. Kelly and I work together. And we laugh with and AT each other every single day.) (Also, I wrote that sign normal and then went to the bathroom only to realize it was backwards. Then I rewrote it like, 5 times till I got it right. It was hard.) (Kelly was also in the bathroom at the same time I was trying to get this pic and I kicked her out so it wouldn't spoil the surprise.)
So anyway! Yesterday I wore a fun outfit totally and completely ripped off from Saucy Glossie (ya know? The blogger on those TJ Max commercials). I had bought the skirt and sweater at a 2nd hand store in Grandview, both for a whopping $18 bucks each! The sweater is Ann Taylor and the pleaded, plaid (!) skirt is from Gap. I had no idea how to style the Gap skirt without looking like a 10 year old. Then Saucy posted that outfit and voila! An outfit was born.

Another gratuitous mirror shot. It's been really fun to experiment with outfits as of late. Like, last weekend I went out with those booties on that are pictured with black short socks sticking out the top. These guys were talking to Tess and I, and within minutes I was named Grandpa Socks. And I am totally okay with that.

tewsday outfit

2011-10-25T15:18:00.000-04:00

I've been feeling a little tomboyish lately....in the clothing department. Today I wanted to wear my new sweater, flecked with navy, light pink and deep rust colors. It's lovely (but you won't be able to tell from my picture). What you also can't see is my new slate colored cords that I'm pretty obsessed with. Old Navy. Comfortable. Somethinglike75percentoff. You get the idea. But to femi it up a bit I added some stacked pearls.

On the bottom I'm wearing these boots (with leopard socks..rawr). The boots are from Target. As well as the checkered shirt. The sweater is Old Navy. The fake pearls are my friend Tessa's who will probably (maybe) read this post and remember I had them in the first place. Sucka!

I should really be a fashion blogger. I take GRAND shots of my outfits and myself, don't I? (Where's the sarcasm font when you need one?)

mini project

2011-10-18T10:43:00.000-04:00

Over the weekend I meandered through World Market. Christmas stuff is out! Christmas. Wow. I picked up these decorative papers for a project I thought of a long time ago, but in true fashion, never got around to. I think each piece cost $2.99, and I picked up 3 for my bathroom pantry.

It's pretty large considering I don't have any counter top space in my tiny bathroom. I can store all my bath needs over yonder. Considering I open it everyday, I thought I'd give it a sprucing.

I still need to do the top one, but I wasn't feeling too hot. What could you spruce up with some lovely paper? The inside of kitchen cabinets? A lonely white pantry? A linen drawer? I love the gold medallions in the bottom paper.

pinning!

2011-10-13T11:10:00.000-04:00

Pinterest is fun, yes? It's a habit, to the likes of Diet Coke and Triscuits and cheese in my book. So fellow pinners, we can all agree, that playing out those DIY pins and inspiring outfits can get forgotten about?

A few days ago I pinned the below outfit from eat.sleep.wear. So easy! I thought, so re-creatable! Many of my style pins are indeed pinned because I can easily recreate with what I have. So I finally did, fake glasses and all.

inspiration

moi

glasses: forever 21, blue shirt: gap, tan shirt: target, pants: target, purse: target, shoes: urban originals

What's inspiring you right now? I also scored 2 skirts: a tan leather pencil skirt and a hunter green and navy plaid GAP pleated skirt at a second hand store last night! And a deep pumpkin cable knit sweater from Ann Taylor. All were under 20 bucks! I can't wait to wear them. I love a good deal and find.

I'm a pinning nutcase. Over here. Thanks Kim for the inspiration!

currently loving

2011-10-10T11:42:00.000-04:00

A few things I'm currently digging:

My mani- lilac-y/gray plus glittery ring fings.

My new shoes are here! And they are so comfy.

Not pictured: Sarah's Key. I can't put the darn book down. It's our work book club choice and it's so good. Go read it. Now.

halloween partay

2011-10-04T10:34:00.001-04:00

On the subject of Halloween:
Last night I went for a delightful run. You see, I haven't been running much lately and my pants and my head feel a bit tight. My ipod wasn't charged up but it proved to be a blessing in disguise. I went for a solid 4 miles feeling strong and got a lot of cobwebs cleaned out of the ol' brain. Then I came home and threw those webs up on the mantle (i.e. I decorated for Halloween! (upcoming post))

Next week I am hosting a Halloween Hocus Pocus party for my best good friends at work. I've met some real gems here, and every day at lunch we talk about when the perfect appropriate time is to watch Hocus Pocus. Isn't it the best fall/Halloween movie ever? Here is my little invite I threw together

Did you get a load of that skeleton "T" up top? He is my favorite! Since I will be providing dinner I am thinking of throwing some boneless chicken in the crockpot on Tuesday morning to serve shredded chicken sandwiches along with veggies and chips. Erin is going to bring the Mummy Doggies.

[image + recipe]

I'm excited!

grateful

2011-09-30T10:09:00.001-04:00

Libby and I had our date night on Wednesday. We try to get out at least once every other month-ish, but this time called for sweats and hanging at her abode drinking wine and catching up/gossiping. It was just what the doctor ordered.

We talked shop (blog talk). It was what I imagine are some of the hot topics at these blogger meet ups that I never get invited to- what the eff? I have like, 150 viewers-give or take- and you don't think I'm some expert? (Where's the sarcasm font when ya need one). I.E. the fine line between sharing too much, or sharing too little. The idea that some girls paint a completely peachy life when in fact they're just like everyone else. The decision to keep some things "sacred" and some things as an open book. It's a balance, that's for sure.

I don't think I really share too much personal things about Jake and I's relationship. And I really like that. But today, I just want to share how proud I am of him for how hard he works, and how humble he is about it. It just really makes me admire the guy that much more.

[one of my fav pics of Jake]

Sure, we're in a long distance relationship (LDR) but, I can't help but take a gazillion notes from my Mom who is also, technically, in an LDR given that Dad travels a ton for work. She has been so strong about it, for years and years. And I know deep down inside, she just wants to be a "normal couple" (something I've recently said to her in a bout of missing Jake). So today I'd like to say that I'm also really proud of my Mom and Dad, for setting such a great example of selfless love and strength for one another, even if you can't be a "normal couple" right now.

This post was all over the place. But it's Friday. My brain is frazzled from the week. And I get to see Jake and my family all weekend! Life is good.

driving flats

2011-09-29T14:15:00.001-04:00

While it may be clear that the flats on the left are the cheaper version of the ones on the right (Sam Edelman's for $150) I will take a "driving slipper" for $20 any day.

[left: urbanog.com, right: sterling style]

I can't wait to pair it with skinny jeans, a t-shirt, black blazer and some sunnies. I guess that means I'll have to drive somewhere in them. So...where we goin'?

What do you skimp or splurge on? I've never bought a purse more expensive then maybe 50 bucks!

ny recap

2011-09-23T16:07:00.003-04:00

Caitlin and I kicked our Friday off from work/me arriving in Brooklyn with picking up Caitlin's dry-cleaning and grabbing a little bite to eat for lunch at Building on Bond. And within minutes we were clinkin' the ol' glasses. Ahhh, pure refreshment. We split some caprese and mac n' cheese and were well on our way to energized to tackle the day ahead of us. Plus, we wanted to save a week's worth of our appetite for a later dinner at Caitlin's favorite dining place, Alta. (If you're in NYC- in any borough- GO). The tapas, the fried goat cheese balls, the company, the ambiance...it was all perfect.

But BEFORE dinner, the day was jam-packed. We visited Caitlin's Manhattan office, walked the pier, got mani's & pedi's and made it to Alta for that delicious, life-changing tapas experience. I was so lucky to have Tessa, Jenny and Caitlin and I's mutual childhood longtime friend, Lizzie join us at Art Bar afterwards!

Saturday was BROOKLYN day, taking in all the sights and lovely fav's in Cait's 'hood. We slept in and enjoyed brunch at Caitlin's favorite brunch spot Robin des Bois. We sat in a industrial, over-sized sign garden and enjoyed iced coffee, eggs and chicken sausages, carmelized apples and greens. It was heaven. We visited some shops, got MORE coffee, people-watched and scattered about Brooklyn. If I had to pick a place to live in NYC, I'd probably pick B-town. We stopped at a grocery store and loaded up on 5 kinds of cheese, wine, and enchilada ingredients to make at Cait's abode for dinner. It was nothing short of heavenly (are you sensing a food-coma theme here?)

Sunday morning we woke up bright and earlay to wander our tired but excited, and pink-haired souls down to Central Park to walk Race for the Cure to support breast cancer and my dearest of friends, Tessa! She was there running, and the experience was nothing short of breath-taking. I am so proud of her. Not only did she run bald, but she's at the home stretch of her chemo treatments. She is simply amazing.

Sunday night, after some lazing about and taking a good ol' fashioned NAP, we met up at Lil' Frankie's to meet my first and lovely blogger friends, Reagan and her hubby Jake! We instantly hit it off and both kept saying how much we were so happy to have finally met, and just how damn excited we were to hang together. Lots of laughter and stories were told over slices of 'za and libations. Reagan is just as sweet and hilar in person, and I am definitely going to be visiting again (plus, they need to come see THE 'BUS).

Overall, the weekend was delightfully amazing. Thank you Caitlin for having me, and for Googling upon my request in your bed, "African American popular baby names."

To Brooklyn,
I will be back.
Forever Yours,
Old Eight Ball O'Carrie

I heart NYC

2011-09-20T11:33:00.000-04:00

Jalo! I am back from New Yo-oooork (concrete jungle where dreams are made of). I have so so so much to talk about but I'll start here. I flew out on Friday morning to Brooklyn to stay with my best good frand, Old Eight Ball O'Caitlin in her lovely, and I do mean, LOVELY abode. She has the cutest apartment. And she's such a fabulous host. In my bedroom on my nightstand was a lovely candle, a glass for water, some Ohio postcards hanging on the wall to make me feel at home, and some very old and VERY HYSTERICAL (read: inappropriate) haiku's we once wrote at a sushi dinner at none other than Haiku. Upon landing we were literally OFF and started on a fantastic weekend full of amazing people and titillating foods.
Once I get my pictures together I'll post some other highlights of the weekend. The weekend was beyond fall perfect and Sunday morning was no exception. Caitlin and I walked the Race for the Cure in Central Park in honor of my other best good friend Tessa. Jump over to her *new* blog, documenting and sharing her story and battle with breast cancer at the age of 27. Warning: you will cry. And laugh. And laugh through tears.

Eight Ball Cait and I (Sean O'Donnery) at the start of the race!

College roomies/best good friend/amazing woman/Tessa.

The pink wigs were so much fun to wear. We had so many compliments on them! I thought we would surely see other pink wigs, but I have to say, we were the only two my wandering eyes could see. Random strangers wanted pictures with us. And I felt like my much cooler, much weirder evil twin. It was rad. Not pictured? Argyle knee socks.

More to come! Stay tuned. Spoiler alert: lots of delicious food consumed, lots of dancing, homemade enchiladas, great company (including Reagan and Jake!) and singing rap songs to the tune of opera.

back porch inspiration

2011-09-14T14:02:00.000-04:00

Awhile back I saw this video care of Design * Sponge. I loved the back porch overhaul! So many rad ideas. Check it.

To My New Backyard (A Love Letter) from Jaime Morrison Curtis on Vimeo.

ranting!

2011-09-14T10:36:00.000-04:00

Missoni for Target. Unfortunately, I am struggling with the fact that I'm actually blogging about this. But for good reason.
Ladies, get yourselves together. This is ridiculous! Bloggers and Tweets were going ape-shit about it. I went to Target last night to get some new makeup and I literally, LITERALLY saw hate and anxiety in the eyes of women. Surely I walked over to the home section to see what the buzz was all about (I knew well ahead of time about all of this, and sure, if a throw was still in stock I would probably at least consider buying it) but I strolled. I didn't sprint, and I sure as hell didn't cut people off like the woman who had her basket FULL, FULL of the hand towels, who did to me. I saw her later when I was in the cosmetics section, oh so close to the office section where she was frantically looking through what was left of expandable files and wine cases.
For the love of god, get the eff over it.
I'm done.
Bye!

SEPTEMBER!

2011-09-01T11:53:00.001-04:00

It's SEPTEMBER! One of my favorite months ever. It's a neck and neck tie for first with October! Here is why I love September:
1. Fall nail colors: specifically OPI's You Don't Know Jacques
2. Fall colors- deep yellow, burnt sienna, dark brown, green apple
3. Football
4. Crisp sunny air
5. Apples
6. A bajillion other things that make it awesome.
7. Here is why I love THIS September:
a. Jake and I are celebrating our one year anniversary on Tuesday, September 6.
b. I am going to New York City and staying in Brooklyn with my best friend Caitlin September 16-19.
c. Here are a few examples of what I want for fall:

target boots

pitaya red skinnies

September is great, I tell ya....GREAT!

updates

2011-08-25T09:58:00.000-04:00

I've now tried to start this post with five different sentences but I just can't start it! I haven't been blogging. But today I can. So here's what I've been doing:
1. I finally bought the Jillian Michaels DVD I've been talking about for several months. Conclusions? I've only done level 1 and it's working. I feel more toned and just all around a bit lighter. I hate her voice. She annoys the crap out of me. Good alternative to NOT running (since I can barely go 2 miles without dying these days).
2. Jake and I went to Kansas City for a ridiculously fun wedding he was in. We stayed with Erin and Drew in Mexico and they are so much fun. We danced so much my feet looked like fat sausages at the end of the night.
3. Work has been ca-RAZAY! But in a good way. We just revealed a new brand for the hospital which we have been working on since early spring. It was hard to keep a secret that long, but stuffing 8,000 envelopes with my friends (coworkers) has never been so fun. There was dancing.
4. Today is my big brother's 29th birthday! I can't believe he is 29! And I don't think I've ever called him my "big brother" but well, he is. And he's awesome. He's currently coaching football at our old high school and does a great job of it. We have always had a special sibling relationship for which I am truly grateful. Happy Birthday Dominick!
5. Audrey, Jake's sister, is having TWINS! We've known for awhile now, but now that I am out and about shopping, all I can think about is finding cute little BOY outfits, nursery decor, etc. I am so excited for these little ones to arrive and hold them! Ryan and Aud will be amazing parents.
6. Jake just began Halloween season. THE SEASON. He owns a Halloween Express and from end of August to beginning of November he's pretty much out of commish. I'm excited to go help decorate parts of the store, since, ya know, Halloween is one of MY favorites, if not my favorite holidays ever.
7. I'm ready for fall.

8. P.S. Jake looked super handsome at the KC wedding.

Congrats Erin and Drew!

oh, I have a blog?

2011-08-08T14:26:00.001-04:00

Hi friends! I've been on hiatus, but for good reason. Keeping busy with various things, including but not limited to, a 27th birthday, friends in town, some mistakes, some decisions, busy at work, busy at sleeping, a kickball tournament, a kickball CHAMPIONship, and a killer (seriously, my brain is floating around in my skull) tubing party on Elder's boat.

Above is a picture of me with three of my best friends on my birthday- Sencha'l, me, Tessa, and KJ. We were all college roomies at one point over the years and they are incredible women. Sencha'l and KJ are such beautiful mama's (aren't they?) to some beautiful children. Tessa is kicking cancer's ass and taking names right now, so we all decided to sport our bandannas when she was in town for the weekend. She's lucky she has such a nice head.

I'm appreciative of people who are understanding, loving, caring and forgiving.

In a nutshell, (and since I put it on here before), I am not going to be weening myself off of my anti-depressant/anxiety medicine anymore. It's just not the time. It works and for that I should not be ashamed, but thankful. Plus, it made me really really emotional. And that ain't good.

I'm almost done with the book The Help. I'll need to see the movie when I'm done! And I still have to get around to seeing Bridesmaids. Has anyone been to two movies in a theater back-to-back? Might be fun. I saw Beginners last week at the Drexel with Libby. It was good and it made us cry in our popcorn. It's a small indie-film but you should check it out.

That's all. Ciao!

some tunes

2011-07-19T15:23:00.000-04:00

I've recently been introduced to The Head and the Heart. I am big on first impressions (from people AND music) soooo....without further ado:

Readers: Meet "Down in the Valley".
Down in the Valley: Pleased to meet you, readers.

Then follow up with "Rivers and Roads" (below) and you might find yourself on the verge of tears because it's so beautiful. It makes me think of Jake. All this long distance effort has got to pay off someday?

beauty routine

2011-07-19T10:54:00.000-04:00

Last night I was feeling on the edge and decided to get yet another new nail color from essie. I decided on plumberry. And then I went home, watched the rain come in and then The Bachelorette and set out on the ridiculous journey that is Painting My Nails. I say ridiculous because- maybe I'm skipping a step or two?- or maybe my nails have an aversion to drying without smudging but, it takes a freaking village to get those suckers to dry nicely. So here is my go-to fail proof version of getting a nice manicure at home.
1. Paint first coat and let dry (it dries quickly) normally around dusk.
2. Get ready for bed, read, watch tv, wash face, get all comfy under the sheets, set alarm clock.
3. Paint second coat while under sheets- everything has to be in place and ready for me to just turn off the light when I'm done.
4. Turn off light as if I were holding a precious stone, the anecdote, or a really thin piece of tissue paper as to not smudge.
5. Lay still like a mummy, hands outside of bedding laying face down at my sides.
6. Don't move.
7. Wake up.
8. Get ready for work.
9. Paint top coat at two long consecutive stop lights.
10. Roll down windows and let airdry in the hotter than hell humid air.

THERE HAS TO BE AN EASIER WAY.

the weekend

2011-07-06T11:25:00.001-04:00

How was your 4th of July weekend? Mine was fantastic. It was totally random at times (pedicab on the Columbus parade route, riding an empty bus for free, talking to Andrea Cambern of 10TV in an elevator, getting hit on by a plastic surgeon who told me he could fix my face if it ever got "messed up", lighting fireworks off my front yard, cornhole tourney, Doo Dah parade craziness, grilled food, yada yada yada...) Here are some pictures to give you a taste of the normal side of things.

Our view for Red, White & Boom!

At about this point Lauren and I had an intense conversation about how much this makes us love Columbus.

Miss. Lyla Rose, the birthday girl celebrating her 1st birthday!

I've decided I love holding babies.

All in all it was a fantastic weekend with family, friends, Jake, and Mrs. Doubtfire.

snaps

2011-06-30T14:30:00.000-04:00

Around the house.

Jake Was Here.

Souvie wooden bowl from Mexico.

I hung that old shelf in the kitchen.

New bedside table Jake picked up for me for 20 bucks.

And The Oldest Alarm Clock Known To Mankind (it is shaped like a mac desktop monitor) from highschool. It's sooo ugly but I can't part with it!

My new brass mouse ring holder. Summer Essie colors.

Closer look at the little guy.

not the fun kind

2011-06-28T14:40:00.001-04:00

When I think of all the ways I'd like to better myself, a whole slew of bullet points begin to take shape on my mental yellow notepad. It might look something like this:

tone my body
start running again
go to church once in awhile- explore
stop finishing other people's sentences (a habit recently brought to my attention)
which means LISTEN more
don't jump to conclusions
eat healthier
stop taking anti-depressants

And that last one sticks and holds and goddamnit will not come off no matter how hard I think, pray, and try to stop taking them. I went on anti-depressants a little over 5 years ago after senior year in college. A toxic mixture of some hard times and the fact that I was thrust into adulthood- living alone (albeit by choice), being solely responsible for rent, finding a good paying job, and an overwhelming feeling of, "What now?". It was a recipe for disaster. I had tried a different medication a couple of years earlier, but I wasn't good about taking them and they left me feeling like a robot (not the fun kind). So the second time around I admittedly had apprehensions about trying something all over again. My mindset was that I should be able to kick this. I should be able to GET A GRIP and just deal with things, and mostly realize that I was not the only one bartending as my "career" at the ripe age of 21. But the other part of me knew that this was chemical, genetic, out of my hands. There was always this lingering pile of goo that settled at the bottom of my brain and reminded me every so often that I wasn't good enough and for the love of god I was ALWAYS tired. I remember the first couple weeks of taking the medication the second time around. Dad was vigilant in checking in with me and making sure I was taking them on time and I can remember him stopping over one time after work and I was.a.zombie on the couch. I couldn't focus. For all I know I could have been drooling all over my shirt. I basically couldn't do anything but sleep. But slowly, as the days went by, my body got used to the new juice and I adapted.

So here we are, five years later. Since starting a mild dose, I have lowered it to the lowest dose possible, and I'm taking them every other day. There are days when I think, "If it's working and making me feel okay then what's the harm?" but there are days when I hate the idea that I am who I am, right now, because of a pill. I honestly think my need for starting them came at a time of circumstantial depression- I simply did not know what the hell I was doing with my life and what would become of it. I was still learning how to deal. Mostly, I want to stop. I could go into a song and dance about research I've done about long-term side effects (memory loss...which, oh my WORD I can't remember things) and the withdraws. OH, the withdraws. I hit day 3 sans pill and I can barely function. I feel like someone has kicked me between the eyes and all I want to do is sleep. Remember? That sleeping side-effect? Same goes for weening off of the good stuff. So, consequently, I'm scared. I know I have to do this in increments if it's going to work and work well. I know you can't just stop taking them. I could not or WOULD not ever be able to because of the crippling withdraws. You truly feel like you are floating (not the fun kind).

I know what you're thinking. If you feel fine, why stop? I agree, but I am happy. I am content, and frankly I feel like an adult who can handle things now. That's where I am with this whole slice of my life. The end.

tessa

2011-06-27T11:32:00.000-04:00

It's been awhile since she was told her diagnosis. Awhile being just over a month that her life was turned upside down. A month that the strongest girl I know has had to face the heaviest news a 26 year old could probably take. She has breast cancer. She is 26. And she was going to have a double mastectomy.

I have known Tessa since freshman year in college. In the dorms with all the other girls trying to find friendships, a boyfriend, and simply their way around campus. We instantly hit it off when we met through pledging at Theta Nu, and realized we were neighbors in the hallway. The cliche has to be said but the rest. is. history. Tessa is the same kind of weird as I. She can light up a room, she can make anyone laugh, she always always put herself before others. My partner in crime for all-nighters, my sidekick as we took breaks from writing papers and rode down to McDonald's braless, blasting Kelly Clarkson with the windows down at 2:30am. My rock when I cried over boys and jobs.

She was always working working working- internships, jobs, getting ahead- getting ready for her future. I never knew how she did it. Where in the hell did you get that energy?! She puts every single person before herself, yet still somehow manages to work harder for her own goals in life more than anyone I know. I look up to her.

So when she told me this news, and our friends, we all cried. And she told us to get strong, that she would not accept any pity parties and she was ready to kick this cancer in the ass. To the curb. For good. When others would simply crumble, she got stronger. Just when I thought she couldn't amaze me more, she did.

Today she starts chemo treatment and I want nothing more for her to feel the prayers of hundreds who love her and to smile. Those who know Tessa know she will make light of every situation possible. I believe when she awoke from her surgery she said, "God I'm good- I found that mother f'ing lump". Upon hearing the diagnosis she told all of us gals to go feel ourselves up. I can only imagine the ridiculousness it was when her awesome and hilarious family were all rallying around her, joke upon joke pouring out of their broken yet faithful hearts.

Tessa- I love you. Today and everyday. You are so strong and amazing. You truly are. And I'll try not to be jealous when you soon have bigger boobs than I do.

weekend in pictures

2011-06-20T11:26:00.000-04:00

Cookout picture text rebuttle.

Co-captain Macy staying cool on the boat, I finish my GOOD book.

Grandma & Grandpa's house for a Father's Day cookout.

Little Jake catches the first of many fish on Sunday.

Deputy Kate being cray cray.

Breakfast cruise on the pontoon- egg casserole and lemonade.

Summer is grand!

some notes

2011-06-15T11:37:00.001-04:00

- I cut some old jeans last night (round II) to make short cut-off jean shorts. At first I had them mid-thigh but wanted shorter ones. BUT, they are so tight. I don't want tight shorts, ya know what I mean? Do any of you have advice for DIY cut-off shorts? I thought this would be a no-brainer. I was thinking of going up a size in shorts from a 2nd hand place so they would be looser around my thighs, and seeing if that works.

II. I have a few new home pieces (small things) that I've been wanting to snap pics and post about. But I keep forgetting. Just like that long laundry list of home to-do's that I keep putting off. And it's not even un-fun stuff too! I can get lazy. Oh, I've also been out of town every weekend since Mexico (that's three weekends).

3. Seriously, give me some tips for cut-offs. I want a pair I can wear endlessly, without having to buy an actual pre-cut pair, ya know what I mean? That just seems ridic.

LIKE THESE.

a dose of cheese

2011-06-15T10:39:00.000-04:00

My jewelry routine is pretty minimal. When I'm about to dash out the door in the morning I always remember to adorn myself with at least a few items to pull myself together. Stud earrings, a ring or two and a watch are my must-have daily wears.

Today I was going through my top drawer (here is how I organize it) and found my claddagh ring. "I haven't worn this thing in YEARS!" I thought. You see, back in high school I REALLY wanted one, although I'm not sure why because I was 100% sure I would never be able to point the heart "out" for having a boyfriend. My Dad got me this as a present sometime in my early years of high school and I wore it every single day. I can remember wishing so badly that I could turn that thing around. And I never have been able to until now! (Jake is not my first boyfriend, but I stopped wearing it after high school).

I polished the ring up and decided to wear it today. It's kind of a cute how I feel when looking at it, remembering all those years I wished I had a boyfriend, and how fun it feels to wear it again, with the crowned heart facing out.

In other non-cheesy related news (that was a huge dose of cheese-ball), you can see I'm getting really creative with my blog pictures taken on my phone, at work. Did you see my sticky note to drink more water? That's my goal. And to eat healthier. So far this week so good! I already feel a bit...well, lighter.

Bye!

photo strips

2011-06-13T13:50:00.003-04:00

I love photo strips. These pics are from Mexi-pants* compiled into a photo strip in Picnik, the amateur photographers guide to making pics look cool. I think the progression explains us in a nutshell. The first photo is the Carriest face I've seen in a long time. I can get pretty sassy. I couldn't figure out how to get that ol' bugga** to stay on my upper lip. Jake is just rocking the amish beard the whole time and is all relaxed while I'm acting silly and cursing at the thing to stay on. Once it was finally on? "HURRY Jake! Make a face!" I easily get boss-tastic.

In the background of the second picture you can see a line. It's the horizon. Of the Pacific Ocean. I miss Mexi-pants...the place where pants were always an option.

walking into town for brunch, pantless.

*Special thanks to Reagan for the word Mexi-pants.
** Special thanks to Krista for the 'ol bugga saying, and for taking the pictorals.

loving right now

2011-06-08T12:50:00.001-04:00

I can't get enough of this lemonade. period.

This freakin' cute kid on the World News video by Local Natives

What? You haven't heard it? Listen. Watch. Enjoy.

pool rats

2011-06-07T16:47:00.000-04:00

On my way home from Jake's on Sunday night I was on Route 6 (the first of many routes between Napoleon and Columbus) and spotted a handwritten sign on the side of this busy road that said "FREE SWIMMING". I remember passing it at 55mph thinking, "I should turn around and get a picture of that" because THAT, my friends, is what summer and life should be all about. Maybe next time I'll get a snapshot. There will be plenty more times, indeed.
Then I saw this picture and quote (below) today. I am loving all these...THINGS...that are reminding me of my endless days spent at the Worthington pool as a legit pool rat with Caitlin. It was some of the happiest times and best memories of my childhood.

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"There are plenty of ways to enter a pool. The stairs ain't one."

-1001 rules for my unborn son

Amen.

weekend

2011-06-06T14:26:00.000-04:00

This weekend was a mixture of yard work (I got to use the power washer), sweat, a half a gallon of raspberry lemonade downed in 3 hours, and naps. There was also a bonfire, hamburgers, brats and hot dogs on the grill, and... a Walmart sundress.
There was also:

new stick-on nailpolish

windmills

and a sunset in my rearview mirror.

I hate that drive. Obviously because it's 2.5 hours. But mostly because I have to make it on cozy Sunday nights, and I'm leaving Jake.

frands

2011-06-03T11:23:00.001-04:00

l to r: shannon, tara, ashley, lauren b, nikki, sasha, bonnie, christina, me at kelsey's wedding

not pictured: lindsey g, kelsey, lauren e, caitlin

Today is one of those great Fridays. Albeit I have not been able to drag my tired ass out of bed every single morning this week, once I am up and at 'em, I am up. And at 'em. Today is just a good day. I have a pep in my step. For one, I can't stop listening to my new favorite band, Local Natives. Check them out.
For two, Sasha Mae just got engaged! You see, I have 13 best friends from growing up, and we're still all the very best of friends. After graduating we all went our separate ways to college and our eventual career paths, living in different states and catching eachother sometimes at best, once a year. But, these women are so incredible. We all pick up where we left off, and you there's always a mass email sorting through bachelorette party plans, inside jokes inserted, wedding plans, travel plans, random meet-ups, etc.
Every single woman in this group is so talented and beautiful. Really. It sounds so cliche but it's true. Every single one has a head on their shoulders and has a freaking ridiculous PERSONALITY. Everyone is weird- the good weird. It's scary when we're all together. But I love them all.
Here's an example: one year, back in high school, we all went to my Grandparents house who live on a lake. It turned out to be a gloomy day and we were pissed we couldn't just lay out and listen to TLC "Unpretty". So we decided to have some fun. We divided into teams- "The Shits" in my grandparents paddle boat, and "The Alaskans" in the fishing boat. We had an hour to divide and conquer. We paddled and rowed all over the lake collecting ammunition- goose poop, rocks, mud in buckets, rocks hidden inside of hot dog buns- you name it, we collected it. When gathering commenced, we met in the middle of the lake for a war. We pelted eachother with all of our ammunition. This was somehow the most hilarious and ridiculous war of all time. We took ourselves SO seriously. In fact, my team, ahem, the AWESOME team, made a flag out of a pole we found and Tara's underwear. We waved it proudly when we declared that we won, after Christina went man overboard. We still talk about this war to this day. I actually have two pictures, the only two pictures from that day, of our teams in our boats, but I'd have to find them and scan them. Maybe for another time...
Love all of you girls!

mehico

2011-06-01T16:22:00.001-04:00

Hola! Me llamo Carrie. And this is el blog...a neglected blog. You see, I just got back from Mexico; tanned, relaxed and happy to be generally away. It was due time! I took a siesta everyday, I know you're jeal. Hell, I'm jeal of my own self, missing those siesta's.
Here are some small highlights of the trip before we get to the pictures:
1. I turned off my phone upon arrival after letting Mom know we were safe, alive, and on our way to our place. I had my phone off for 5 days. FIVE DAYS. It was incredible. I never realized how much I carry that thing with me like it's my kidney. Even in my own house I carry it from room to room and check it an unnecessary amount of times.
2. On that note, no one had their phones on them (they were in a lock box). Therefore, no one EVER knew what time it was. Ever. There wasn't a clock in our house and no one wore watches. It was a fun game to guess what time it was and realize it was 2 hours behind what we had guessed. The days c r e p t.
3. We were there to see Eric and Anna wed and had added bonus points to vacate for 5 days. These were Jake's college friends and they are the sweetest, kindest couple- to others and to eachother. It was a beautiful ceremony and the bride was gorgeous!
4. I have never had better tacos and guacamole in my entire life.

And now for some pictures!

our backyard view

rock climbing

sunset

the life

smooches

mariachi band

moostache

lovely wedding decor

polaroid photo booth- notice the view

the beautiful bride and groom!

(pssst...visit the bride Anna's blog, she's adorbs)

enjoying the last night

print

2011-05-19T09:33:00.001-04:00

I've been away. Yes. I have no excuses. Where did we leave off?
I wish I had this print in college and when I was a bartender.
I can't tell you how many times people were like, "IT'S OKAY TO SMILE!" when I was bartending to a jam packed patio of middle-aged alcoholics. Do I come into your office when you're busier than hell and say, "Hey. Dude. It's okay to smile! Life isn't THAT BAD."?
In college girls said I was intimidating because I never smiled at them and didn't say hi to them every single time I passed them in the dorm hall freshman year on my way to use the restroom or to brush my teeth.
Is that even human?

[from here via her]

home

2011-05-05T14:54:00.002-04:00

This video makes me smile.

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work.

2011-05-04T15:53:00.001-04:00

I know the number one rule of blogging is to take quality pictures. I'm obviously slacking in that department for 2 reasons: 1. I always have my phone on me and rarely keep my point and shoot charged (okay that was 2) and 2/3. Is that I don't have a high-end quality camera to achieve such a thing. So for now, for the sake of even having pictures in my posts, we'll all have to deal. Deal?
I don't mean to brag but I really love my job. To be able to say that is something I have dreamed about since dreaming about what my future could entail. On a daily basis I am humbled and on a daily basis I laugh. Both two things I really wanted in a career. I was recently telling someone that although I work at a hospital, I don't save lives. I don't see patients on a daily basis. But that doesn't mean that our work doesn't count. All of it counts. I was recently brought to uncontrollable tears from a video a family shared with us on the FB page. Such courage, such strength and such beauty of a child only several months old. I could never ever possibly understand what it feels like to lose a child. I realize the most important takeaway from watching that video has nothing to do with myself, but it goes without saying that it reminds me "this is why everyone here works as hard as they do." To find cures, to save lives, to support families and children in every way possible.

Staff Appreciation Day at work- icecream and sherbet with plenty of toppings.

Touring the campus expansion.

A perfect (yet rainy) view of Columbus.

crafts

2011-04-25T11:13:00.001-04:00

When I first saw Nicole's DIY painting for above her mantle, I knew I had to give it a shot. Since I'm currently loving the chevron craze it seemed like a no-brainer. Which wasn't the case when it came time to actually make a stencil for this project. Admittedly, I had no-brain. Obviously I figured it out, but it took a few attempts and some real Macguiver-like tricks to get the ball rolling. Also, having one damn pencil in the house would have helped.

Step 1: (more like step 4) (after a few attempts at WHAT step 1 should have been): To get to this point, I ended up measuring out a stencil on newspaper. I got what you see above, and admittedly stopped before the top because ~~I was sick of doing it~~ it's more "original" that way.

Here's the finished product- Step 16? Who cares. It's done! I wish I had the zigzags scrunched closer together, but whatevs. It's not perfect, but it's growing on me. In daylight the color looks more gray/blue/slate. At night it looks more deep blue.

I also picked up two fake flowers at JoAnn's (where I bought my art supplies) to make the Carrie Bradshaw-esque/blogger famous brooches everyone is wearing. Only this time, they don't cost your dominant arm and your eyeballs to buy. I bought a pin and hot glue gunned it on. I even wore the white one (above) to Easter! Sadly, I haven't uploaded those pics yet. So use your imahge.

on being emo.

2011-04-22T10:47:00.000-04:00

Today's post is brought to you by sadness, some moodiness, and a heap of humble.
I struggle with being in a long distance relationship, because, well, I love my boyfriend and I want to see him more than a weekend here or there. I am the queen of the little things, of loving the day to day ins and outs of being together- spontaneous firepit action, throwing the football in the backyard, hell, even just watching COPS in bed together. I know that we're both extremely happy to have eachother over not being together at all, and we both wouldn't be doing this if we didn't love eachother, I just don't know WHERE to channel that sadness sometimes. Often times a couple of beers, loud music and a small cry does the trick. But I really just need to give Jake a ton of praise for being the rock in this long distance relationship when it comes to being sad about not seeing eachother as often as we would like. He holds it together. He offers words of comfort. He makes an absurd grill joke that has me laughing in no time, and then I feel, once again, like everything is gonna be fine.

THE ROCK.

she rambles

2011-04-19T15:00:00.001-04:00

Sunday afternoon I watched Black Swan. It was creepy, but good. And I think Natalie Portman deserved her Best Actress Oscar. Then last night Jake and I watched Black Swan. Have you seen it? It was still creepy the second time around. And I still think Natalie Portman deserved her gold statue.

Anyways, what are you reading these days? I picked up The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath which I am enjoying. My Bossypants is ordered and in at Barnes & Noble and I just have to go pick it up! I can't wait to read it. Last night Jake and I were both reading in bed. He was reading The Great Gatsby and I was reading what Sylvia was up to in NYC. Then I started remembering all these great books I have that he should read and started asking a lot of questions and talking all about A Million Little Pieces and Sylvia Plath and just what WAS the Black Swan all about and you know what we had to do? WHISPER. Do you know how hard it is to have a conversation for that long in a whisper? I strongly dislike the neighbor who lives upstairs.

Moving on. I want these shoes. But they're $200.

That's about as tragic as Sylvia Plath killing herself by sticking her head in the oven, and having to whisper at night in your own house.

taste tested, not approved

2011-04-15T13:25:00.000-04:00

Last night Libby and I headed to La Fogata Grill in the Short North for some much needed G&B...gossip and beverages. We were both extremely excited to try the food, drinks and patio we had heard so much about, but sadly, the patio and 2nd round of drinks (a foolproof draft) were the best things about the place. Well, that and my company. Libby, over at Cooks Like She Talks has the dinner roundup (and more pictures).

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Currently Jake is over in Vegas with his best buddies from college- surprising to me, the first time he's been reunited with all of them since graduating. When I told him to bring me back a souvey, he said, "Hard Rock or Planet Hollywood t-shirt?" Yesssss.

things for your eyes to look at

2011-04-13T14:41:00.001-04:00

Yesterday I dumped a ton of new inspiration photos into my folder. Wanna take a peek?

These rooms reminded me of South Beach. And the white lacquered shelves reminded me of Carrie Bradshaw's apartment makeover in the first movie. I DREAM to vacation here with the gals. Plus, red and aqua....wink.

These are just adorable for extra seating. I'd have to paint Jake's with a T for the Tennessee Vols. I'd fancy a chevron painted chair for myself!

Just. everything.

Ditto. I'd drink a martini whilst laundering my clothes, just to fit in to this room.

[all photos via, before and afters]

the big picture

2011-04-12T14:59:00.001-04:00

Red vans awaiting shipment, parked on disused aerodrome at Upper Heyford Oxfordshire, UK.

Tomatoes dumped on the banks of the River Durance, France.

Son Saura Beach on the Spanish island of Menorca.

These aerial photos by photographer Jason Hawkes are stunning. These happen to be my favorite, but here's more from Boston.com. The beach one is my fav. I would totally frame it. {Click to enlarge for the full effect).

[via This Branded Youth]

so easy a caveman could do it

2011-04-07T09:31:00.000-04:00

Remember how I hate cooking for 1? Well, I do. It's not as much fun and it goes right along with my theory that when you cook your own dinner it doesn't taste as good. As was NOT the case last night. I knew I was heading to the grocery but was so tired of grabbing the same stuff. So, when I saw this recipe on Cooking Light I knew it was doable in that I couldn't set off a smoke alarm or ruin pasta. For lack of better words it was INCREDIBLE.
Pasta with Prosciutto and Spinach.

And the Cooking Light magazine was for good measure- luck to start finding recipes and actually making them. This meal was so easy to make, so much so that I enjoyed a glass of wine whilst preparing. The pine nuts add a nutty, creamy taste while the garlic brought all the flavors from the spinach and prosciutto together. Speaking of prosciutto- it doesn't say so in the recipe, but I cut the meat into shred-like proportions. While the pasta was cooking I sprinkled a little salt and pepper on it to bring out the flavor. I'd sans the salt next time, as prosciutto is a salty meat on its own. This took 20 minutes and the first bite to the last was fantastic.

next book

2011-04-06T11:38:00.000-04:00

I REALLY want to read this, and perfect enough, I just finished my other book. I love Tina Fey. (She is also Jake's celebrity crush. He's a smitten kitten!)

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[someone else's] home tour

2011-04-05T12:30:00.001-04:00

Currently drooling over at me oh my!'s home tour. I love subway tile. And a romantic chandelier in the kitchen to woman it up a bit.

The chevron painting was a DIY on a piece of wood Nicole bought at the hardware store. Since I saw it, I've been wanting to create the same piece for a change-up over my fireplace mantle. I've been in my apartment for over 2 years now and I wish I could afford to upgrade to some big girl pieces. Wants aside, I do love my abode. I'll have to share some pictures (again) once it's all filled with sun...and when I finally decide to put the ironing board away. What is one thing in your apartment you hate cleaning? Mine's the bathroom...and putting the ironing board away.

another post without a picture

2011-04-05T11:59:00.000-04:00

Well it would be a bit ridiculous to not comment on the post I did last week about body image. I received several responses that were both enlightening and encouraging. I still need to get back to some people! Admittedly, I was also saddened and shocked. The beautiful, gorgeous, hilarious, most amazing women were writing me feeling the same exact way. My jaw dropped. It angers and frustrates me that these incredible women feel this way, and many more too. I also came to conclude that the ones who wrote were all athletes at some point in their life, even now. I had to conclude that this common thread meant something and that women athletes have to feel somewhat of a grip on their self to upkeep their body much like the past regardless of the rigorous daily workouts, weigh-ins, stereotypes of a dancer, a runner, a rower. In the past several days I've done a little reading on forums for women athletes with body image issues, and have found there are many MANY out there who feel the same. As far as reading more, it's on my to-do list, but being busy lately has put it on the backburner.

Until last night. I watched an episode of Intervention featuring a woman my age who weighed 92 pounds. And then I watched a follow-up special for the series Heavy. From thin to heavy, everyone is battling something. I sometimes wonder why I didn't go into psychology. I love that intervention stuff- peeling the layers.

Anyways, I just wanted to thank the gals who wrote about their struggles, their advice and their insight. It's just really cool.

Today I'm wearing the dress I wore on my first date with Jake. And I just got a random text from him (first time I've heard from him today) saying I love you. Life is good.

found treasures

2011-03-31T15:06:00.000-04:00

I need to get back to making videos.
First Ride of Spring 2010.

vestidos

2011-03-31T13:01:00.000-04:00

Mexico is a mere 56 days away (so says my wipe board where I've started a countdown at work). So without further ado, here are some dresses I've been crushing for their prints. The last one I can imagine with big oversized turquoise jewelry.

[delias]

p for print

2011-03-31T10:41:00.000-04:00

[here]

Methinks I need to give this to Jake. And Mom to Dad (now that's sayin' ALOT)!

brain gems

2011-03-30T11:03:00.001-04:00

What are you guys reading these days? I am almost done with Water for Elephants and I cannot put it down. I only read before bed, so it's no wonder I've been feeling extra lazy in the morning. And every time I see the preview on TV (or at the movie theater on Sunday) I have to close my eyes and mute it or hum so it doesn't ruin the ending! I'm going to need a new book after this one, any suggestions?

I also could NOT resist picking this up in the checkout line at Ginourmous Eagle last night. It's one of my favorite movies and the young Patrick Dempsey is such a sweet mix of adorable and nerdy in it. I only buy DVD's of movies I love, but I can't wait to introduce this little gem to Jake this weekend. I'll have him doing the African mating dance in no time!

Apparently I'm a target audience for those last minute purchases they push in checkout lines.

advice

2011-03-30T10:48:00.000-04:00

I don't really get personal/into deep conversations, opinions or thoughts on this here blog, but today I feel empowered to write something that I've been struggling with lately. Body image. Like a big pink elephant in the room, I'll get it out right in the open up front so I can jump right into it. Perhaps venting and opening up about it will allow some sort of therapy...we'll see.
Last year I was at an unhealthy weight. In the winter I wasn't eating enough during the day to sustain a healthy body weight and I was depressed. In February I decided, with the help of a dear friend, to do something for myself, to get my focus off the things that were dragging me down and to reach a new goal of running and finishing a half marathon. I signed up and instantly took my anger, frustration and energy out on running. Which, of course, left me extremely fit but too much under weight. The problem is, I felt great. I felt like I could get up and run 9-10 miles on an easy day (now that I was in shape). Not to mention I felt like I looked better in clothes, and the size drop made me happy. I realize now that the size (0) was way too small for my height and normal body weight. I realize I may have been running faster, fitting in smaller clothes and feeling great, but on the outside it was just not healthy.
It's safe to say that since I've been back in a relationship I've been healthier and eating more, simply because in the company of a boyfriend you tend to eat like them, but also because I am happier on the inside and content with my life. I am back to a normal weight and back to the way my jeans used to fit (not to mention my already flat butt (Leonard butt) has something there. But why do I feel fat and out of shape when I look in the mirror? I am running at least 3-4 times a week for another half marathon and by all means am not overweight, but my mind is now tricked to feeling it because I was skinnier last year. It's like my mind knows and sees that I am by all means, not fat. But a little voice inside is saying I'm not enough, IT'S not enough. I was faster last year at this time. I was skinnier and more tan. I was better.
I want to defend myself for a second to the people who are actually battling weight issues that I know I am not fat, and a girl my size complaining about weight can come off ridiculous, rude and selfish. But I want to shed light on the fact that everyone has their struggles and their expectations for themselves. I want to overcome this ridiculous and selfish reflection I see when I look in the mirror. I don't know why it's there, but, it is. I want it to go away because quite frankly, it's just annoying. I'm tired of comparing myself to myself, especially when the comparison is out of the question unhealthy.
So how do you overcome these obstacles? How do you give yourself a break? I'm not on the brink of a meltdown, I just figured I'd bring it to the table, in case others were struggling with it, and to gain some new perspectives I may not have thought about.

xoxo
Carrie

pinch me

2011-03-18T10:49:00.000-04:00

I found 'da gold on St. Pat's Day!

You know it's Spring when:

1. You can run in shorts and a t-shirt and are sweating!

2. You can actually do a pedicure because it's time to Expose the Toes!

3. You can wear open-toe GREEN wedges on St. Patty's Day!

4. You don't have to wear a coat out at night!

5. You can open your double doors to the porch and enjoy the late sunshine!

6. You want to end every sentence in an exclamation point!

handy mani

2011-03-15T12:56:00.001-04:00

A few things about the picture:
Today is yes, indeed, March 15, 2011
I adore the shoes on my shoe calendar ("T-strap 'Kari' sandals of repurposed leather and vintage kimono fabric, Hetty Rose, 2009").
I could be petting the shoes and/or modeling my new gel manicure, maybe both.

I'm really pleased with how they turned out! I always give myself a manicure only to have it chip and smudge a day to two days later. Plus, it doesn't damage your nail. It lasts 3 weeks and I'm loving it.

Oh, and this is my 500th post! To celebrate I'm going to eat a no-bake cookie.

outfit

2011-03-11T12:45:00.000-05:00

I have this pinned up in my cubicle (See? There's a pin).

I adore this outfit. But...

1. You can pick up that striped shirt at Target for like, $16 in many colors.

2. The JCrew shorts are 395 dollars. Let that soak in for a little bit....

3. Did you pick up your jaw yet? Once I did, I started looking for similar what I like to call "budget friendly" versions and I can't find any ANYWHERE.

4. I also can't find a similar blazer.

5. I have a similar clutch.

It said this blazer was pj inspired since it's simply silk. Maybe I'll just find a floral silk pj top from Target or Kmart and call it a day.

Oh, but those shorts! Dangit...

mehico!

2011-03-11T11:10:00.000-05:00

This morning I woke up extra [okay, like 15 minutes earlier] to get my butt to the post office for my passport! Gee, I feel so official. So American. So sworn in to secrecy, or something. Anyways, that means we're one step closer to Mexico! All that is stopping us is packing our bags and heading out the door. I. cannot. wait. For the record, I can't wait to see how beautiful you'll look on your big day, Anna!

I'm going to load up my ipod with tons of Vampire Weekend and start finding music like this to listen till while drinking Dos Equis, Coronas and digging my toes in the sand.

cool[ad]

2011-03-07T15:27:00.000-05:00

[via]

I'll give ya one good guess which side I am on.

easy like sunday morning

2011-03-07T12:30:00.000-05:00

This weekend was pretty solid. No-nonsense. No fuss. Right up my alley.
A couple of weeks ago I was in the checkout line at the grocery store and flipped through one of those mini recipe books pretending like I had every intention to whip up something with the Triscuits, salsa, toilet paper and tomatoes I had right there in my cart. But everything seemed really simple and easy so I tossed it in with the other random items. While packing for Jake's this weekend I threw in a can of PAM knowing my past two incidents cooking at Jake's led to a ruined frying pan and testing a smoke alarm. That's right, I was TESTING it for you Jake, gees.

On Saturday morning I whipped up this vegetable frittata to accompany our morning coffee ritual and it was nothing short of fantastic.While we both agreed hot sauce would have punched it up a notch, we had already gotten crazy enough with some peppers that the recipe didn't call for but ya know, I don't know too many things that are breakfasty that you can't throw in a frittata or omelette and it not taste good.

For the record this is a 9" frying pan. Jake and I split it in half and ate. it. all.

Which leads me to believe that is why I had a fabulous 5 mile run on Sunday morning followed by a wicked nap. To think, I used to hate mornings.

green with envy

2011-03-04T10:53:00.000-05:00

I've already been virtually dog-earring my wants (and needs) for our trip to Sayulita, Mexico in May. Actually, I started in like, December. We all need things to look forward to, right? Am I RIGHT? Apparently QI is a word (Scrabble counted it) and apparently I'm into kelly green for spring. I don't care what the magazines and stylists call the new hot color for spring, mine is kelly green.

These are dog-earred/ready to be purchased next payday:

[asos chevron swimsuit]

[seychelles]

I'll be kicking my Mexico purchases into high-gear in the next month or so. Gracias tax rebate! OLE!

three's

2011-03-04T10:44:00.000-05:00

Well OF COURSE A Cup of Jo would feature this easy peasy 3 little bun updo on her blog the DAY after I cut my long locks off. It was only 2-3" soaking wet but I'm having a little post-partum. All in all it is a good fresh cut which is ready for a fresh Spring right around the corner. It's clean! It's safe! It's Grandma and Mom-Approved!

I'll still be able to pull this off.

[photos and story via A Cup of Jo]

lame post.

2011-03-02T15:22:00.000-05:00

There comes a time in a woman's life where she looks in the mirror, around her abode and at her blog and thinks, "Wow. I've got an incredibly boring life." Case in point:

1. I just blogged about smearing olive oil all over my face. And I did it again last night. This is bordering on cat-lady cray cray here, because, THAT folks, was the highlight of my night.
2. I have been avoiding pictures like the plague.
3. I've been working.
4. I've been running.
5. I've been playing my boyfriend in Scrabble on my phone for 48 hours straight. Sometimes our convo's consist of "Your move."
6. I'm getting a haircut tomorrow.
7. I started pushing my bangs to the side and decided to grow them out.
8. I took my bike out of the garage for its first spin of the year after my run on Sunday and my tires are flat, yet I still rode it for a few blocks.

See, lots going on in my crazy exciting blog-worthy world! Meh.

SKIN.

2011-03-01T09:36:00.000-05:00

Today's post is all about skin. Epidermis. The largest organ of our body. I've been thinking a lot about skin lately, namely, mine, and here is why. A couple of weeks ago I visited my dermatologist for my yearly checkup- I go once a year because I am what the nurses call "a moley noley" (whatever that means). I've had so many removed, I've lost count. Fortunately I get to tell people lies when they ask, "WHAT is that scar from on your stomach?" and I casually tell them I was breaking up a bar fight and was the victim of a knife stab to the belly. I love when I get them going for a minute or two. This recent visit was no exception, as she scraped 3 more from my arms and back. (If you're dying to know, 2 are fine and 1 has positive edges, so I have to go back). All routine and I'm sure everything will be fine- but it certainly has me thinking about the care of my skin. I fell privy to the almighty throne of tanning beds growing up. I neglect a second or third round of SPF when I start to see just how dark I am really getting on the beach. And I'm here to say it's not worth it. I may be vehemently avoiding pictures this winter because of my ghostly limbs, but I don't even care anymore.

What dermatologist appointment isn't complete without your doctor walking in the door, standing 5 feet away from your face and exclaiming, "Aah. Blackheads. I'm going to prescribe you a new topical gel"? That one always makes me feel great. So prescribe she did, and my eye sockets burned. My face is extremely sensitive, and my problem areas have moved from the puberty-ridden T-zone to my cheeks and jaw-line. Horray for getting old! (For the record I LOVE my dermatologist. She rocks.) But the harsh chemicals are making me pissy when I look in the mirror and see a red and flared face. So you can imagine my intrigue when I came across The Oil Cleansing Method yesterday through another blog I was perusing on a whim. The general idea? Because I am not a scientist, just read it here. I went home, grabbed my EVOO out of the spice cabinet and headed for the bathroom. I snatched a clean wash cloth and poured a small amount of oil into my hands, working it into a lather to warm. Then I began swooshing. Gently rub the oil in small circles around your face, concentrating on problem areas. I did this for 3 minutes (sit on the toilet, close your eyes, take in the aromas). Then I put the washcloth under hot water. Hot. water. And placed on my face. Let your pores breeeathe. I let sit till the cloth cooled and repeated this 3-4 times. On the last one, wipe your face clean.

[my medicine cabinet and....EVOO?]

The verdict? Immediately upon rinsing I felt my face. Smooth as a baby's butt. The smoothest I may have ever felt it. And for the love of GOD it was radiant (I swear). This morning? New blackheads have risen to the surface, but that's the point. They are no longer hiding and being a nag. The oil is simply shedding those dead gross cells (I am assuming).

Of course, as The Method suggests, playing around with different oils is essential to creating a personalized regimen for your face, so I may pick up some different kinds to see what works best. I plan to keep the EVOO in my arsenal of skin care (including Neutrogena sensitive moisturizer with SPF).

muggy

2011-02-22T10:40:00.001-05:00

A month or so ago I took my cousin Abby to paint pottery and have a girl's day complete with a McFlurry for the lady, fireside chats and Hannah Montana. It was muy perfecto.

I picked a big fat coffee mug that has the perfect hand to handle ratio. I really appreciate mugs with large handles, and no I don't have man-hands. I just like one I can get both hands around to warm them.

Here is the before:

And here is the after!

I really love my mug. Do you want to know what my favorite part is? I bet you thought it was the handle, didn't you? Well, you're wrong. It's Abby's handwriting of my name on the bottom.

Love.

tarjay

2011-02-22T10:27:00.000-05:00

Today I'm here to prove that looking professional does not require an entire wardrobe from JCrew or Banana (although that would be as nice as that 60 degree weather we were having last week). It does not require you to break your fat piggy bank, sell your kidney on the black market or to work the streets for the sake of wearing nice tailored pants. I may or may not have considered doing all three, you decide.

I'm a big fan of Target. Who isn't? I'm a big fan of pencil skirts. Who isn't? I'm (now) a big fan of getting ready for work. I have a job and I love to shop, but I can NOT bring myself to buy a pencil skirt from JCrew for 80-90 bones. I just can't. Sometimes, when I daydream about winning the lottery and all of the shoes and dresses and skirts and vacations and wines and cheese and throw pillows I would buy, I think about how I'd still shop at Target and find good deals and get that much MORE out of my monies then blowing it on several designer pieces- I'm so smart.

Below are two outfits of recent days here at 255. Ignore the bathrooms, and pretend I have legs adorned with black tights and black heels (also from Target). I am not ashamed to say both of these outfits are Target, head. to. toe. (with the exception of my watch.)

Mom picked up the cherry magenta/red top and brown bag style skirt for me. I ordered the polka dot skirt online as they were sold out in a hurry in-stores. The button-ups at Target are always slim and tailored on the sides so they don't look bulky, and the cardi's are always on the cheap for the daily grind.

Toss in a black headband (you can't see but it's in both pictures), some tights, some heels and you've got yourself a working wardrobe.

Bye!

papa

2011-02-17T10:28:00.001-05:00

Dad travels for work. Dad travels out of state for work. He is gone weeks at a time and I miss him, a lot. I can't imagine how much my Mom misses him. Oh wait, I can. Long distance relationships- married or not, suck. But, us Mazza gals pick ourselves up by the bootstraps and keep moving along, doing what we can, making long drives. And our time spent with our lover boys are much more appreciated on the weekends finally spent together.

This weekend I'll be spending time with my two boys. Jake and Dad. And I could not be more excited!

The ole' string on the lip trick.

back at it. woohoo!

2011-02-16T09:21:00.001-05:00

Last night began my second 1/2 marathon training for the Columbus 1/2 on May 7. I forgot my headphones at work (curse words ensued upon realizing this) but it was actually a sweet blessing in disguise to forget them, and instead I listened to my breath and thoughts on my first run "back out there". Running has always been a time of meditation and reflection for me, and last night was no exception.

I may have run slower than normal (I cut myself some slack this winter) but I felt good and strong. I may be a little sore today but it's safe to say it's all worth it. Last year I got through training and my race without any pain but a couple of weeks later I was back at it running 6-8 and thought I was going. to. die. If you've ever experienced IT band problems firsthand, you know the tears and frustration that ensue.

Send prayers and good stretches for NO IT BAND INJURIES!

amore

2011-02-15T09:23:00.000-05:00

Homemade gifts are the best. Homemade gifts you receive are even better! My heart swelled this weekend when I received a few tokens of l-o-v-e from some lovely people in my life.

Mom made this print and framed it for my apartment. As you can see, it's "love" in various languages across the globe. It pops perfectly on my blue dining room wall and means that much more because she made it.

Jake's nieces, Ava and Kate, made these heart magnets for everyone in their family, and I was honored to get one of my very own!

Although not homemade, Jake picked a beautiful vintage Renoir bracelet from a little antique shop in his hometown. I adore it!

Note the DIVA candy hearts from my boss on my desk.

Presents or not, I feel loved and blessed. Life is good!

vday

2011-02-14T10:43:00.001-05:00

Happy Valentine's Day to my lover and best friend, Jake!

Many many kisses to you, for being sweet, always always making me laugh and giggle, and for being handsome and downright awesome. I love you!

p.s. Did you find all your hearts yet?

xoxo

gaptastic

2011-02-09T13:14:00.000-05:00

Last night I went to Easton to bee-line straight to H&M. I always see other bloggers wearing cute things taken from the racks of this place, and because they lure us into stores with no online viewing pleasures (lame) I had no choice but to brave the mall scene >>enter Prime People Watching<<.

Huge disappointment. And so was Forever21. Either I'm growing out of these places or they have hit a huge miss in their often familiar Hit or Miss high's and low's.

So instead of raising the white flag, I made way for Gap. My old trusty standby. Gals best friend. And scooped up a pair of new skinny jeans.

[genes]

I've written like, 5 different sentences to try to end this post and none sound good. So, goodbye!

today

2011-02-09T13:00:00.000-05:00

Mexico on my mind.

[via]

I need to get my act together. I know working out helps me stay confident, energetic and happy but I just keep making excuses and blaming it on the weather! It's hard to run in temps in the mid-20's! Alas, my 1/2 marathon training starts next Monday (ahem, Valentine's Day) and I will not know the meaning of an excuse 'till May. I'm actually looking forward to the looming thought of being out of shape for the race to drag me out of any excuse I can conjur up. Plus, I have to get in shape for cute scalloped shorts like the ones above.

Andelay Andelay!

memo:

2011-02-07T16:35:00.000-05:00

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vday

2011-02-03T15:39:00.000-05:00

LOVE this look: the heart, the lipstick, the hair.
I want it but Caitlin and I can't find a reason to buy such a thing, unless I wore it every single day, without fail.

[via]

Time to get back to bun-on-top-of-head. It's been awhile.

randomness

2011-02-03T12:54:00.001-05:00

I can't get over how boring I am as of late. I know I sound like a Negative Nancy/Broken Record/Beating a Dead Horse Into the Ground (that one's for you Jake) but I am just SO OVER WINTER! Beat it! Scram! Git! Skidaddle your hiney on outta here! Seriously, now.

I've been such a hermit lately, and, according to some other little birds I've talked to, they are feeling the same way. I have no new home projects coming up in the near future to tackle and so I'll talk about wall colors I've been forwarding to Jake to kick around for his spare bedroom and home office.

This Kelly Moore Rain Nation looks stunning against white trim and dark hardware found on Zucchero Zuccchero's hallway redo. Neutral enough for a spare bedroom and relaxing all at once. Plus, according to the professionals (Mom and I) gray is really in right now. I know Mom wants to do this in her spare bedroom someday (aka the temporary "Man Room").

I also tried like the dickens to get another picture to embed, but it's pretty secure. Blogger fail! It was navy and gray and crisp white, which are so handsome next to each other and could work well in an office. I found it via the Nov/Dec issue of RUE which, pssst! their new Jan/Feb online issue is out now!

In an attempt to break the January Lameness Curse, Jake and I are getting together another bowling night this Friday where balls will fly and I'll put my monies towards Lady Gaga songs in the jukey in the middle of a ton of huge country fans again.

silver linings

2011-01-25T12:11:00.000-05:00

These past two weekends have been rough. First a car accident, then the flu. Neither were pretty, and both left me wanting to just lay in bed and wake up in April. But, it's amazing what 24 hours can do.

- giggling constantly with two best friends (and a dog) on a Monday night
- making fun of The Bachelor...
- ...but still watching and hanging on every second of The Bachelor
- finishing a good book
- reading aloud to Jake over the phone and remembering how I used to read to my fake class in my room when I'd play pretend school...
- ...I'm going to start reading aloud more, whether or not he's actually listening
- jamming to Kanye in my temporary VW Bug
- eating broccoli so good, I exclaimed "it tastes like candy!"
- wearing red tights and a bowtie necklace to work
- eating Valentine M&M's for breakfast
- I only saw Jake for a little over 24 hours in the past 3 weeks, so getting to see him this weekend makes my ~~week~~ month.

[a flower pulled from the ones Jake sent after my accident]

Dear January, I won't be sad to see you go. Love, Carrie

girly girl

2011-01-21T15:11:00.000-05:00

Sometimes I read other blogs and really dislike myself. I don't do outfit posts, I don't have a ton of money for fashion or home interior stuff. I don't really have an edge like some other gals do.

But what this gal does have is the balls to get out there and do it myself. Take, for example, shoveling this long driveway last night. I live in a building that houses 3 other tenants which happen to be all gals. And I have certain sentiments towards their attitudes. On top of that, our landlord likes to collect his money and eat it too, because he never sends over his young and able sons to shovel us out or plow our driveway or walks. Which leaves no one or someone to do it. And that someone happened to be me. On a completely different sidenote: some witch on my college track team said she hated me because I was "too girly".

I will say a few things about it: I actually really enjoyed it. I had a good workout from it. And I streamed the Lady Gaga station from Slacker radio in my pocket whilst shoveling. It was just what the doctor ordered.

It also helps when hot food and a cold beer are waiting for you inside. Yeah, that's really too girly for me...

linkage

2011-01-19T16:39:00.000-05:00

Since I can't embed this video, you're going to have to be all lazy bones and click through.
Can't stop listening. It's easily one of my favorites!

Click for a fun time.

desk overhaul

2011-01-13T16:47:00.000-05:00

Remember my last post? If you don't, I'm concerned. It was like, .2 seconds ago. Anyways, I couldn't resist the urge to run to Target after work last night to grab some goodies to spruce up my desk. Everything totaled under $35 dollars (or something...who cares, it's Target).

Here is my before. I can't complain about the blue walls because, like I mentioned before, it's a step up from staring at grayer than depressing gray all day. I like to think it brings out my eyes while I'm typing. Mom picked up that shoe calendar for Christmas and I LOVE it. Honestly, changing it over every morning to be greeted by a new designer shoe from the past century is quite exhilarating (it's the small things in life). I was also willed a black 80s lamp that was not pretty (not pictured).

Now let's take a look at the after.

I've ALWAYS loved lucite lamps so I picked a small one up for $19.99. The black and white striped (!) frame was $4.99 (both Tarjay). That plastic cup is my small but important way of not only staying green but staying hydrated. Colorful paper has been a priority of mine since passing notes in 6th grade, and if anyone has ever been to my house, you will know I am not a fan of overhead lighting (to a point where if you turn on an overhead light I'll give you a dissertation of why I hate it, turn it off, and switch on lamps).

On the other side, I added a bulletin board covered with fabric I bought two years ago that was meant to cover icecream chairs I bought on craigslist (yeah, one of THOSE projects that never got done). It took me 5 minutes to staple the fabric to the back of the bulletin board and voila!...something pretty to pin pictures, post-its and to-do lists (already up is my 1/2 marathon training schedule to remind me that this hiatus from all lack of exercise is nearing an end). I picked up the glass bubbly-looking globe and another mason jar at a 2nd-hand store on 5th totaling like 12 bucks there. Stacked books add levels but also remind me to take breaks and read. Water for Elephants will be next after I finish this David Sedaris book that is HILARIOUS (Me Talk Pretty One Day). I plan to add a short vase with fake flowers, but come spring I will have no problem stealing peonies from my neighbors bushes when she's sleeping in the dead of night. I know, I live on the edge (I've mentioned that story before).

ANYways! I have to admit it's definitely spruced up my little area. I have plenty more room to work with that is not pictured, but it will be a work in progress. I know such a small space seems like the last thing anyone wants to deck out, especially when you aren't sitting barefoot with your legs crossed up on your desk in your corner office with a view eating cherries and croissants, but the way I see it, if you're spending 8 hours of your day 5 days a week in this space you might as well feel inspired and happy to be in it.

office space

2011-01-12T16:02:00.001-05:00

Although I may be at a cubicle (although I've upgraded to blue padded walls, not a dull gray), I can't help but be inspired by some creative and colorful office and desk spaces.

I plan to incorporate my favorites from the below photos.

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hi!

2011-01-08T20:07:00.001-05:00

Oh my! It has been ridiculously long. Too long. Admittedly, it was nice to take a break from blogging for awhile. It felt good to feel like I didn't have to do something everyday and the world woulnd't end (okay okay, I know the world won't end but I'd be lying if I didn't ever think, "but what about my readers?" and then I laugh at myself for even entertaining the idea that I "have readers").

In a nutshell: my 11 day vacation before starting my new job was relaxing and...relaxing. I slept in till 11 or 12 everyday (hellOO college days) (while Jake got at least 3 hour of work done under his belt) and watched trash tv till weird hours of the night (our favorite was Ghost Adventures). New Year's was spent dressed to the 9's and spent with our friend's and a hot French kiss.

More thrilling to update: I started my new job this week. I keep thinking to myself "someone pinch me". Yeah. It's that good. I can't believe I'm here and that I get to be a small but important part of the work the researchers are doing at The Research Institute to cure illnesses, diseases and cancers in pediatric health.

Unfortunately, I forsee a little bit of a hiatus from Ruby in the near future. But I will check in from time to time and I will most certainly continue reading up on YOUR lives because they have all been a happy part of my daily routine for the past year or two.

Today my 8 year old cousin, Abby and I went to Marcy's Clayground to paint. We happened to get the cozy two person table next to the fireplace and talked music, birthday parties and consulted eachother on colors for our respective clay choices. I didn't know why music wasn't playing in the place (come on! we're here to party!), so I fired up the phone and played some Taylor Swift. It was pretty perfect. In an ode to Ruby and my daily coffee routine, I picked a mug and decorated it with stripes and one of my fav color combos (black, aqua and red). Abs picked a cupcake and cupcake magnet.

Right now I'm at my parents house just hangin' with Mom, Dad and brother. Dad has given us various "discertations" throughout the night including the ins and outs of tie-rods and ball-joints (from his car) while walking around in a heated blanket thrown over his shoulders cape-style, in between singing renditions of Adam Sandler's "Lunch Lady Land" because Mom made sloppy joes.

Life is good.