Self restraint

I really want another honey & cinnamon latte from Crema Cafe today…how will I say no!?


At last years Celtic’s celebration parade on Boylston Street!

I'm not into sports but...

I was never into sports growing up. Soccer was a failed attempt after I was put in the goalie position in first grade and cried terribly after being pelted by balls all evening. I couldn’t hit a baseball to save my life and standing in the outfield during kickball just gives me more stress than relieves it. But yet, I love basketball.  Not playing it, are you kidding me. Contemplated trying out for the team in 7th grade…and then I came back to reality. But I love watching basketball. I think it’s because it’s the only sport I can follow without really knowing the rules in detail.  It doesn’t get boring; it moves fast. Football is over my head; as hard as I try to figure out touchdowns and fumbles, I just can’t.  I bought a friend of mine a 30 pack of Budlight in return to him writing my football story on deadline for my sports writing class. But basketball you can follow. It’s simple, it makes sense. 

It also reminds me of home, in a weird abstract way.  I didn’t grow up watching a lot of sports.  My dad watched golf, my mom followed the Buffalo Bills. But we all would watch the Orangemen play ball.  Not as in all sit down on the couch together and watch start to finish. More like background noise on a cold winter central NY day.  We’d wear orange to school, and when Carmelo won, we all went wild. And so, tonight, I’m watching the first game of the Celtics, my new hometown team.  


I love fall. In the mood for some more fall activities; already went apple picking…this week calls for some pumpkin carving.

Fresh start Mondays

I love Mondays. Tuesdays are terrible, but Mondays are good. They get you organized for the week ahead.  They let you flip that page over in your weekly planner and start fresh.  They allow you to take inventory of what the week ahead of you holds.  Mondays are for fun, dorky, organizing and planning.  Mondays let me do these things that I like to do alone.  Like get groceries…and buy avocados and lots of orange juice so I can fight off the colds and sicknesses that are consuming everyone. Mondays let me catch up on emails to friends, checking in with them to see what they’re being for Halloween, how their boyfriends are, how they’re surviving life post college, if they still hungover from the weekend.  On Mondays I check my bank account and either smile or close out of it quite quickly. Mondays are for taking stock of any new job postings on various sites and searching for any more that haven’t been checked lately. Mondays are for sending out resume after resume, cover letter after cover letter, hoping and praying with each one for something positive to arrive in my inbox.  Mondays are for hitting up the gym after a gluttonous weekend, vowing that you’ll be returning for the next four days, looking fine by Friday. And Mondays are for starting a blog, a blog about nothing in particular, yet sort of about everything. Things I like, things I don’t like. Ideas, thoughts, adventures. Recipes and pictures. Shout outs and songs. A recording of what’s going on right now, in my crazy random life. 

Mondays are for feeling incredibly productive and excited. And today was a success.

Happy Monday : )