Maybe There Will Be Cupcakes

Since I woke up this morning, almost all I have been able to talk about with Ben is how bizarre the week has been, but in a wonderful way.  He wholeheartedly agreed. Last week at this time, I was on my way into a rut, one of the ruts I’ve found myself in a lot…

Have you ever had one of those weeks where you feel like you’re living in The Twilight Zone?  I am having one of those weeks.  Ever since my schedule opened up (a nice way of saying I left a job), I have been launched back into the world of penny pinching, job hunting, and too…

Last night could not have been better timing to cozy up in Christina’s apartment with a stack of magazines and some glue.  I quit a job yesterday.  It was definitely necessary but of course made me feel like crap about the next few weeks and finding an extra job.  Sometimes being broke is better than…

I had a fantastic conversation with a good friend of mine over holiday break about New Year’s resolutions.  It’s really easy this time of year, especially while still healing from your Christmas/New Years food coma and a week-long hangover, to make ultimatums for yourself.  “I am going to — every day!” “I am giving up—!”…

It’s been a while since I’ve written here, one reason being that all those jobs I was hoping would work out, worked out!  My schedule has been packed with every opportunity I have been offered recently to catch up financially.  Not only that, but these past few weeks have been filled with a larger amount…

This post may be a bit more serious than my usual ones…but hey!  Good to shake things up a bit. Last night, after another strange day of this relentless flu and way too many episodes of Mad Men, Ben and I went to see the movie The Way.  The film is about the Camino de…

Been a strange couple of weeks, definitely with its ups and downs.  On the up side, I turned 25!  I can officially rent a car with lower insurance and advertise alcohol!  Also, it feels nice to be a good solid number like 25.  I celebrated by having a passionate and drunk conversation with some wonderful…

I have a distinct memory when I was little of my mom often saying to my sister and I, “I only have two arms.”  I also remember being incredibly confused as to why she needed to point this out…as clearly she did not have more than that, that would be weird mom, what’s your point? …

I thought of this post name when I was staring at our bathroom wall the other night after a not-so-encouraging week living in the city.  I woke up to the sound of construction one morning which is now going on across the street.  When they drill into the ground, my apartment shakes….as in, things started…