Spring Happy Face Playlist

This is a super peppy, fun and yet laid back playlist perfect for a sun-filled day:

"Lovers Carving" - Bibio

"Two Weeks" - Grizzly Bear

"Windows Are Rolled Down" - Amos Lee

"Life in Technicolor ii" - Coldplay

"Grey Street" - Dave Matthews Band

"Good Life" - OneRepublic

"Robot Boy" - Linkin Park

"Waiting for the End" - Linkin Park

"Trust" - Generationals

"Little Lion Man" - Mumford & Sons

"Lie in Our Graves" - Dave Matthews Band

"Lisztomania" - Phoenix

"This Love" - Maroon 5

"An Honest Mistake" - The Bravery

"Club Can't Handle Me " - Flo Rida

"Like A G6 (feat. Cataracs & Dev)" - Far East Movement

"Bad Romance" - Lady Gaga

"Dog Days Are Over" - Florence + The Machine

"Alive" - Black Eyed Peas

"Work It Out (NuMix Main)" - Dave Matthews Band

"American Boy (feat Kanye West)" - Estelle

"Beautiful Is Gone" - The Ruse

"Best Friend (Remix)" - Olivia & 50 Cent

"Black and Gold" - Katy Perry

"Chelsea Dagger" - The Fratellis

"What the Hell" - Avril Lavigne

"Secrets" - OneRepublic

"Where Are You Going" - Dave Matthews Band

"Girlfriend" - Phoenix

"Love, Save the Empty" - Erin McCarley

"Take Me On the Floor" - The Veronicas

"Kit Kat Jam" - Dave Matthews Band

You're Welcome.

To The Man I Used to Know

This song came on the radio this morning on my way to work. I'd never heard it before, but it really struck me. And I wanted to post it. I wanted to post it for the man that used to be in my life. There was a time when I loved him greatly. And now I hope he's happy, healthy and figured some things out. But this song is for him.

Indulge Me

Pardon me for a brief moment, but I must put it down on "paper." It makes me more accountable. I am on a diet. I mean, I am a girl, after all. Aren't we always on a diet? I've been on one since I was 16.

Before Diagnosis (BD) I've spent the better part of the last six years between 130-135 lbs. Not a bad place. Not good, but not bad. Better than average. After Diagnosis (AD) I was 124. For the first time in years I liked what I saw in the mirror; however, I was dying from the inside out. Drats.

Since then, I still don't know how to work out and keep my blood sugar in check, so I barely do, I've opened the store which is stressful, long hours and odd eating, and I've taken up to drinking wine to relax. Lots of wine. I woke up at 142 lbs. Uh-oh. Not just that, my waist AD was 26". Unrealistic? Probably, so I'd settle for 27" give or take a 1/4. Well, all of a sudden I'm 28.5"

I've been dieting now hardcore for four days, lightly for a couple weeks and been walking/jogging here and there for a couple more. And I'm down 1/2" and 3 lbs!!!

This is completely self-indulgent, but I had to put it down. Now I can't backslide. By my 31st bday, I will be at goal! Mark my text. And thanks for not hating my super, uber girly, obsessive side. We all do it - I'm just putting it out there.

Brunchtime Fun

I love Sunday Brunch. I might love Sat Brunch a little more, because I kind of wish I'd gone to church on Sunday. Regardless - I love Brunch. It's a weekly NYC tradition for the masses, but here it's harder to find. And I have found a new fav location.

I will always love the little Italian house, but it's such a scene. I mean - hours of a wait amongst the pretty people. Gross. But the food is good and the mimosas are $1. Well, now I have a new favorite place. It's off the beaten path, as yet undiscovered and has $2 mimosas and an amazing affordable menu. I couldn't have a bigger crush.

Sunday, my best girls and I did it in style. We had a good brunch and enjoyed company. But then three of us remained for HOURS, making friends with everyone on the patio, enjoying the lovliness that is champagne and oj.

This is one of my best friends Jen. I love Jen. We call her Hot Jen. You can see why. But this is not Jen's dog. And the guy in the background? Actually laughing at the fact that Jen is claiming and loving on someone else's dog as her own. You could say we had fun.

Open Letter

Dear Know-It-All-Sports-Guy,

By sheer right of birth, you are expected to know more about sports than me, and in most cases it is so. But due to my current profession of choice, I spend day after hour-filled day with ESPN in the background. I am bound to absorb some of it. And, different from the rest of my female kind, I totally dig sports. I love watching, cheering, knowing pointless facts, shit-talking and all around sports team love and pride. I know. I am an anomaly.

You, however, are a jerk-face. First of all, thank you for talking to me like I'm some part-time college dropout who only knows how to use the basic functions of a cash register. Also, thank you for pointing out that you, too, would have opened this store if you didn't have other things in life that take up your time. You thought of the idea five years ago. (I am so behind the curve).

I am glad you have heard of every label in my store. And even happier you feel the need to ask me questions, only to cut me off and answer for me. I assume this is so your girlfriend will think you're cool. Also, she isn't even paying attention to our conversation because she hates sports and is checking out the jewelry. Please, speak louder to get her attention.

Also, I appreciate you rubbing your hands all over my Authentic $300 home jersey for the local MLB hero. It's white. You're probably dirty. I am annoyed.

Oh, but it was very nice of you, before you put your aviators on and departed out the door, to shockingly realize that it was my store. It was subtle - "Oh! This is YOUR store?" (he said with ugly face as he couldn't fathom how the part-time girl became the owner). "How old are you?" (he said with even uglier face when he realized I'm not much younger than him).

Dude, you are a fail.