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Taxi Man: Good Morning, pretty lady! Where will I be taking you today?
Em: I’m going to the corner of X Street & X Ave*, please.
Taxi Man: Aahhhh, the building on the moon! What is that place? Do you do the internet there?
Em: Something like that!
(I was cranky and annoyed before I got in this cab. Good attitudes and smiles are infectious so find someone to steal some positive vibes from today)

Taxi Man: Good Morning, pretty lady! Where will I be taking you today?

Em: I’m going to the corner of X Street & X Ave*, please.

Taxi Man: Aahhhh, the building on the moon! What is that place? Do you do the internet there?

Em: Something like that!

(I was cranky and annoyed before I got in this cab. Good attitudes and smiles are infectious so find someone to steal some positive vibes from today)

It was Work From Home Wednesday so we put Xander in my Mom’s wig. 

Cancer is hilarious.

It was a good day.

It was Work From Home Wednesday so we put Xander in my Mom’s wig.

Cancer is hilarious.

It was a good day.

A family friend breeds golden retrievers (don’t hate the player…) and these three little bits are from the newest litter. I said I would be happy to rescue one of them if they need a home.

Smile…it’s Thursday!

A family friend breeds golden retrievers (don’t hate the player…) and these three little bits are from the newest litter. I said I would be happy to rescue one of them if they need a home.

Smile…it’s Thursday!

Beautiful…
Mom shaved her head yesterday. 
I asked her if I could post this picture and write about how courageous and beautiful she is. She gave me her blessing so I sat down and started typing away. 
…type…delete…type type…delete….
I can’t find the words I thought I had to accompany this image. It was supposed to be some kind of empowering message a la any of the Dove beauty campaigns but I’m failing at every attempt.  
So while I may come up short with sounding out my feelings, Carole always delivers…

Beautiful - by Carole King
You’ve got to get up every morning with a smile on your faceAnd show the world all the love in your heartThen people gonna treat you betterYou’re gonna find, yes, you willThat you’re beautiful as you feelWaiting at the station with a workday wind a-blowingI’ve got nothing to do but watch the passers-byMirrored in their faces I see frustration growingAnd they don’t see it showing, why do I?You’ve got to get up every morning with a smile on your faceAnd show the world all the love in your heartThen people gonna treat you betterYou’re gonna find, yes, you willThat you’re beautiful as you feelI have often asked myself the reason for sadnessIn a world where tears are just a lullabyIf there’s any answer, maybe love can end the madnessMaybe not, oh, but we can only tryYou’ve got to get up every morning with a smile on your faceAnd show the world all the love in your heartThen people gonna treat you betterYou’re gonna find, yes, you willThat you’re beautiful as you feel

Beautiful…

Mom shaved her head yesterday. 

I asked her if I could post this picture and write about how courageous and beautiful she is. She gave me her blessing so I sat down and started typing away. 

…type…delete…type type…delete….

I can’t find the words I thought I had to accompany this image. It was supposed to be some kind of empowering message a la any of the Dove beauty campaigns but I’m failing at every attempt.  

So while I may come up short with sounding out my feelings, Carole always delivers…

Beautiful - by Carole King

You’ve got to get up every morning with a smile on your face
And show the world all the love in your heart
Then people gonna treat you better
You’re gonna find, yes, you will
That you’re beautiful as you feel

Waiting at the station with a workday wind a-blowing
I’ve got nothing to do but watch the passers-by
Mirrored in their faces I see frustration growing
And they don’t see it showing, why do I?

You’ve got to get up every morning with a smile on your face
And show the world all the love in your heart
Then people gonna treat you better
You’re gonna find, yes, you will
That you’re beautiful as you feel

I have often asked myself the reason for sadness
In a world where tears are just a lullaby
If there’s any answer, maybe love can end the madness
Maybe not, oh, but we can only try

You’ve got to get up every morning with a smile on your face
And show the world all the love in your heart
Then people gonna treat you better
You’re gonna find, yes, you will
That you’re beautiful as you feel

It’s Wednesday & Whatnot…

I don’t really have much to say of substance so I’ll just share a bunch of miscellaneous clutter with you. Nothing groundbreaking here, folks…

I’ve been…

spending more time in Brooklyn because that’s what happens when you’re dating someone who doesn’t live in the same borough.  As much as I love my UWS neighborhood, I’m really excited about what the other side of the bridge is all about. There’s so much exploring to do.

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I’ve made…

This Quinoa Almond Berry Salad and you should drop what you’re doing and make it immediately. I whipped it up this morning and it was the best thing I’ve eaten in weeks. It’s berry season and you know you won’t be able to finish all 4 pints you just purchased because they were OMG SO CHEAP. Thank me later (seriously - let me know if you made it and tell me what you think…then tell the original author because I sure can’t take credit for that glorious dish). I’m trying this one tomorrow.

These Blueberry Oatmeal Muffins because someone on my Tumblr dashboard told me to (now I can’t remember who!). They are fantastic and the perfect pre-run fuel now that I’m back to training (not sure I’m actually running the NYC Marathon yet…wait and see).

A birthday cake for a new friend…from a box (the cake, not the friend).

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I’ve purchased…

This running skirt from Athleta (ok, maybe it’s for tennis but it works for running too). I hate wearing shorts when I run because they’re super uncomfortable and my capri’s just feel better (and hide my untoned/untanned legs) and I’ve avoided the skirt thing because I couldn’t find one that fit/flattered me. Finally, I’ve found one that works and i’m psyched because it’s cute, girly, and weather appropriate for those summer runs when the heat and humidity is so high that you feel like your face is melting off. Top it off with my new purple bow and that makes instant motivation for my next race. Cool story.

This dress from Club Monaco. It makes me feel fancy.

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I’ve Read…

Emily Giffin’s newest novel, The One & Only. aaannnddd…I hated it. Don’t read it if you want to preserve your adoration for her beach read writing. I really enjoyed her first few books, Something Borrowed and Something Blue…but then I realize that I read them when I was in my early 20’s (and then Kate Hudson and Jennifer Goodwin went and made that adorable movie) and my literary tastes weren’t as matured as they are now. Haha, just kidding! Now I’m in between Gone Girl (solely so I can see the movie) and the latest Real Simple magazine so don’t expect any Emily Bronte or Mark Twain reviews from this girl. I seriously hated this book though. Don’t do it.

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I’m Going…

To the Hamptons for the next few days and  I’m taking my parents and their best friends for a little relaxation. This will be my first trip to Southampton this year and I’m really looking forward to it. The beach, a grill, flat roads for long runs, wine tasting, and a couple of SoulCycle classes with my favorite instructor (Lori A.) are all I have on the agenda. 

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Friday Follow-Up…

Hi Friends & Family who come here for updates on real life stuff and not just the fluff that I usually gravitate toward. This one is for you…

The two questions I get several times a day:

How are you?

How’s your Mom?

Well…here are your answers.

About me: I continue to feel a bit manic but I suppose that comes with the territory of what life looks like for me these days. Experiencing a dichotomy of emotions that vacillate between feeling both happy and deeply in love (my guy) and extremely scared-but-forcing-an-optimistic-and-positive-outlook (my mom) will do that to just about anyone. So, in light of my 32nd birthday, I went out and got the best present I could think of…a therapist.

I thought that being a 10-year resident of the concrete jungle made me a true New Yorker but the whole having a shrink thing might actually be just the thing to validate my city dweller status, am I right? Ain’t no shame in that, my friends. 

About Mom: As of today, she’s been fighting PC for 7 months. She’s doing well and looks fantastic. In fact, she looks so good that people might start to think that she’s been faking this thing all along. I mean, her hair has never looked better (um, it’s a wig…but you can’t tell) and she’s far surpassed her “goal weight” (too bad it’s because chemo strips you of your appetite, taste buds, and ability to enjoy most food - let alone the ability to keep it down. Fun stuff, right?).

She had a big test earlier this week that indicated that the tumors have gotten a bit smaller since her last scan. That’s good news! The bummer news that followed was that she wouldn’t be able to take the break from her chemo treatments that we hoped for. Several weeks ago, her doctor indicated that a month or two off from treatment might be a possibility. Our hopes were high and plans for trips, some strength building, and dreams of a much needed hiatus from the grueling schedule and toxic medicine were planted. To hear that she couldn’t take the pause she anticipated was a complete blow to our Go, Fight, Win outlook for a little while. Slowly but surely, our ability to build up hope and optimism is returning and we’ll be right back on the Let’s Beat This Thing Bandwagon in no time. It’s a Dull thing…can’t keep us down for long.

Completely unrelated (but not really because I’m constantly looking for the simple joys and that goes hand in hand with the optimistic biznaz), the sky was crazy-town beautiful yesterday. Perhaps God thought he’d remind me that we’re not alone in this battle. I’m a strong person but this particular struggle is REAL and if I’m not on the defense, it’s way too easy for fear and doubt to squeeze it’s way in. Everyone copes in different ways but for me, my faith is the one and only thing that could ever get me through this. That goes for Mom too. 

XO,
Em

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Well…
I’m 32 today and good golly (!), that number arrived a little too soon. My parents and Xander were at my apartment to love on me this morning and that was special since I haven’t woken up to family on my birthday in years. I regret not telling them just how nice it was to have them there before they left for the hospital.
It’s funny that this July 24th doesn’t feel like the others. I’m usually the annoying and self-centered “It’s My Birthday Week” type so it’s foreign to me that I’m not in a big celebratory mood. Perhaps that’s maturity? Regardless, a lovely little lunch at Cookshop (duh…literally my third home behind my own apartment and my office) and a dinner at Babbo are more than enough celebration for me this year. Fill me with pasta (and maybe some Crème Brûlée) and put me to bed because 32 wasn’t sprinkled with any of the anticipation that accompanied the landmark year of 30. I’m totally at peace with that. 
Despite my less than Woo Hoo Let’s Party disposition, there are two feelings that I couldn’t possibly avoid today and they’re simply overwhelming: incredibly special and unconditionally loved.
It’s the sweet phone calls, countless text messages and emails, copious Facebook posts (mostly from people I haven’t spoken with since high school but whatevs), birthday wishes and heartfelt hugs from the people I most care about that have me feeling like a million bucks.
I’m a my mom hates the word lucky so I’ll go with blessed young lady. Happy Birthday to me, for sure. Bring it 32…I’m ready.
(*picture of Xander…the boy loves a party hat)

Well…

I’m 32 today and good golly (!), that number arrived a little too soon. My parents and Xander were at my apartment to love on me this morning and that was special since I haven’t woken up to family on my birthday in years. I regret not telling them just how nice it was to have them there before they left for the hospital.

It’s funny that this July 24th doesn’t feel like the others. I’m usually the annoying and self-centered “It’s My Birthday Week” type so it’s foreign to me that I’m not in a big celebratory mood. Perhaps that’s maturity? Regardless, a lovely little lunch at Cookshop (duh…literally my third home behind my own apartment and my office) and a dinner at Babbo are more than enough celebration for me this year. Fill me with pasta (and maybe some Crème Brûlée) and put me to bed because 32 wasn’t sprinkled with any of the anticipation that accompanied the landmark year of 30. I’m totally at peace with that. 

Despite my less than Woo Hoo Let’s Party disposition, there are two feelings that I couldn’t possibly avoid today and they’re simply overwhelming: incredibly special and unconditionally loved.

It’s the sweet phone calls, countless text messages and emails, copious Facebook posts (mostly from people I haven’t spoken with since high school but whatevs), birthday wishes and heartfelt hugs from the people I most care about that have me feeling like a million bucks.

I’m a my mom hates the word lucky so I’ll go with blessed young lady. Happy Birthday to me, for sure. Bring it 32…I’m ready.

(*picture of Xander…the boy loves a party hat)

And Some Versailles Eye Candy…

If you’re planning a trip to Paris, then a day trip to Versailles is not to be missed. I took advice from Casey and booked our trip through Blue Bike Tours (a touristy but doesn’t really feel like it way to see and learn about the palace and grounds surrounding it). It was definitely a highlight of the vacation and I can’t recommend it highly enough. 

Also, these pictures are 100% unedited - no filter and no enhancement. The grounds were breathtaking and it was like magic in my camera (my standard lens, of course, because the fancy new zoom lens I bought for the trip was shattered in transit). 

After this, I won’t bombard your dash with anymore pictures from Europe. Instead, I’ll go back lame selfies and OOTD posts because I know you’re all just dying to know what I’m wearing these days (<—sarcasm). 

Farmers Market Glory…

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Our picnic lunch and transportation of choice…

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The Queens Hamlet…

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Palace of Versailles…

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(the clouds in this photo…seriously?)

I Need A Vacation…

I’ve just returned from 11 days of vacation and I feel like I need another 11 days to relax and recuperate. Do you ever feel like that? In fact, aside from the fact that I used “vacation days” and didn’t do any actual work, that wasn’t a vacation. That was an adventure.

The Bad: (because let’s get that out of the way, shall we?) Our fights were delayed due to storms, causing us to miss our connections. My bags went missing TWO DIFFERENT TIMES IN TWO DIFFERENT COUNTRIES (screw you, United & Lufthansa). My fancy new camera lens shattered along with my newly gifted watch. I packed according to the weather forecast that showed days of 75-80 degrees and sunshine, not the 55-60 temps and soul-crushing rain that we were welcomed with.

The Good: Poland was a once in a lifetime experience and I’m so glad I had the opportunity to see part of that country. The wedding we attended was such a unique experience and it was great to get to know some of the friends that are so incredibly important to my guy. Paris is a beautiful city and the rich history and culture were almost too much to absorb. 

The Best: My travel partner and the crepe I ate in the Farmers Market before our day trip to Versailles. 

What I Learned: Oh, ya know…just the obvious and very basic lessons that anyone that’s been through Travel 101 should know. Like…

  • Don’t check a bag. Ever.
  • Don’t pack your camera in your checked bag (I’m a flipping moron for that and you are too if you’re even thinking about doing it for future travel). 
  • Direct flights if possible. Always. If you can afford a few extra hundos…it’s worth it.
  • Pack proper footwear or be prepared to find some upon arrival.
  • Speak the language, even if it’s 4 words of it. A failed attempt is better than zero attempt.
  • I cannot, in fact, sustain myself on bread and cheese alone for multiple days. As it turns out, I’m not a big fan of Polish/French food.
  • I have the ability to be a major brat (ok, so maybe that wasn’t something I actually learned on this trip..and maybe “major brat” is a major understatement).
  • My boyfriend truly loves me and is far more patient than I am (please refer to previous bullet).

Here are some pics from Old Town in Krakow, Poland (Paris later). Please note that my luggage hadn’t been found at this point so I couldn’t use my good camera…you get what you get). 

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Soooo&#8230;.we&#8217;ve made it to Paris (!) but they lost my luggage&#8230;again.

I will never (ever ever) check bags in the future.

Back to this outfit for a while&#8230;

Champagne. Now.

Soooo….we’ve made it to Paris (!) but they lost my luggage…again.

I will never (ever ever) check bags in the future.

Back to this outfit for a while…

Champagne. Now.

I just want the internet to know that I had the dress BEFORE @blaireadiebee of Atlantic-Pacific made it the Zara Scarf-Gate of Summer 2014.

That&#8217;s all!

I just want the internet to know that I had the dress BEFORE @blaireadiebee of Atlantic-Pacific made it the Zara Scarf-Gate of Summer 2014.

That’s all!

After the crazy NYC storms causing a boatload of delays, we finally made it to Krakow, Poland. Sadly, my luggage did not so I&#8217;ll be attending the first two days of wedding activities wearing this.

I love United Airlines. Psych.

Let&#8217;s go shopping&#8230;

After the crazy NYC storms causing a boatload of delays, we finally made it to Krakow, Poland. Sadly, my luggage did not so I’ll be attending the first two days of wedding activities wearing this.

I love United Airlines. Psych.

Let’s go shopping…