A Hawaii transplant living it up on the East Coast for the past 14 years (Boston and Stamford, CT). I write about food, books, adventures in CT and NYC, products I love, the oxford comma, and my current journey of trying to go from lazy sack of potatoes to marathon runner. But mostly I write about food. Feel free to email me at firstname.lastname@example.org.
March 2, 2014
I’m coming home
I’m coming home
Tell the World I’m coming home
Let the rain wash away all the pain of yesterday
I know my kingdom awaits and they’ve forgiven my mistakes
I’m coming home, I’m coming home
Tell the World that I’m coming
February 21, 2014
22 weeks pregnant and 15 hour work days may make me less than sweet as when I came home to my garage being blocked by a car and a perfectly good visitor parking spot open, did I simple park in the visitor spot right next to my condo and call it a night? No, I leaned against the hood of my card and turned on my car alarm until the poor scared guy ran out to move his car full of apologies. Oh well, I will focus on being a nicer human being… Tomorrow.
February 18, 2014
Posts from the First Trimester…
What I have to deal with…
1. Ryan is very into watches right now.
2. Ryan is so into watches that he names them.
3. Ryan is so into watches that he names them with porn star names.
Me: What if we have to move to Michigan?! How will I survive? It’s soooo cold there!
Me: You know… in case our child is an ice dancing protegee. Everyone trains in Michigan. We’ll have to move there!
Whatever, it’s not like me having a child in love with ice dancing is completely unheard of as this has become a nightly occurrence:
Seriously! Sushi is enthralled by it!
February 16, 2014
The week after the stick turned positive…
Ryan: I’m really excited… but I feel a lot like House
Me: Huh? Why?
February 13, 2014
Really? Stamford barely got hit by the snow storm today… and by barely I mean we got 10 inches of snow and ice, but okay you’re right… Those gray skies are the pits!
January 24, 2014
After not seeing each other (awake) for 2 days, @bceagle48 left this surprise for me in the front seat of my car before leaving for work. #BestHusbandEver #TheWayToMyHeartIsAlwaysFood
January 22, 2014
I’ll never get tired of it snowing no matter how crazy it makes my commute.
Also, the hello hashtag 2-worder apparently was super affronting as I got my first angry comment about how much I suck in life by some anonymous follower of my Instagram account. Is it bad that after the initial hurt and embarrassment (mostly I’m followed on IG by close friends and family) I now am like - how bad ass am I that I illicit so much anger from posting a snow picture?!
January 15, 2014
Sushi’s favorite thing to do nowadays is sleep next to me with my ever-increasing belly as his pillow. The practical side of me knows that he probably just likes having a pillow. The hormonal-emotional me tears up as I hug him and tell him “thank you for being such a wonderful big brother and wanting to snuggle with him/her!”
The nicest kind of letter
I don’t like to think about it because I’ve been so grateful and happy these past five months anticipating the arrival of the little munchkin. But family health-wise, the last 6 months have been awful. My grandmother got sick (and then better (comparatively speaking) - yay!), my grandfather and great uncle passed away within a week of each other, my step-father is having a lot of health issues and last week my dad had open-heart surgery and is currently still in the hospital recovering. Which is why last night found me wide awake at 4 AM stressing out but trying not to be stressed out for munchkin’s sake. And that’s when I saw a Facebook email from an old high school friend. He had found our picture from the ROTC ball we went to together back in 1998 and decided to contact me after 15 years. The purpose of his letter? He wanted to thank me for being a good friend to him and for making his otherwise dismal high school experience better. I was shocked. First of all, in my own self-centered deeply troubled high school past of worrying if I tripped in front of the upperclassmen or if my crush would see me with a pimple, I had no idea that he had any less-than-wonderful high school experiences. Secondly, a big regret of mine was that I had a great set of platonic guy friends in high school. And then I got a boyfriend. A boyfriend who was not okay with me hanging out with these guys and the sordid things we would get up to together… Such as a group of them coming over to play pool with my dad on weekends or going to bingo night with me during the week (we were so cool). So did I do the mature thing and send that boyfriend packing with a swift kick to his rear? No… I slowly distanced myself from these friends in order to placate him. We all ended high school on good terms, but not good enough to keep in touch afterwards. So 15 years later, our friendship entails “liking” each others Facebook status updates every once in a while. So to have someone I feel I was pretty awful to, email me to thank me for being a good friend 15 years ago… Needless to say, really brightened my day!