Thursday, September 16, 2010

timing is everything

One perk of being unemployed...getting to visit family and friends! Since my flying benefits from my Dad end on September 30th, it's high time I visit my sister and my bestie out on the west coast...FOR FREE. So I'm going to fly out to California this Saturday and spend the week with the Valpredo fam (I haven't been there in years!) and then fly up to Seattle and spend the weekend with Ingrid and Brad. I am excited beyond words. I figure its the only time in my life that I can fly standby and not worry about having to take vacation from work or stress about getting back into town at a certain time. Once I'm home from this trip it'll be job hunt job hunt job hunt, apply apply apply, rejection rejection rejection, poor poor poor, temporary crap job, blah blah blah, you get it, and so on. But until thennnnnn, the next 10 days are going to be so fun! I love to fly. I don't mind airports. And I'm totally content to be by myself when traveling. I generally enjoy the whole process - so this is perfect for me. Thanks Dad! Thanks Delta! 

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

namaste to all

For over a year now I've been a huge (HUGE!) fan of On Demand Exercise TV...even though Insight Communications refuses to change the title from "Excercise TV". Man, I hate typos. I digress. So, I've tried about every sane yoga, cardio, Jillian Michaels, Jackie Warner, dance workout, etc. that's offered. And I actually like quite a few of them but I thought it would be fun to share what I'm doing now. My new favorite is this yoga bit by an instructor who clearly has something stuck in her throat buuuut manages to get my entire body to sweat profusely.

Sneak peek:

P.S. How cool would it be to have a job as a personal trainer or fitness instructor? Getting paid to workout? Getting paid to have a kickass body? It's brilliant. Truly. Maybe that's a career path I should consider... Hmm... first I need to workout more than twice a week. Good thing I have time on my hands ;)

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Little geniuses.

This is amazing.

And this is true. Why are there so many people like this in 2010? Go away.

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

obsession lounge

After spending the entire day in bed mindlessly watching Bravo and reading/clicking through stumbleupon, facebook, and all of my favorite fashion designers sites and blogs I have decided to share some totally meaningless obsessions that I've developed.

Rebecca Minkoff
Proenza Schouler
In the words of Rachel Zoe...these are major. If only they were in my reach...

And okay, it doesn't replace therapy but it is a completely and wonderfully perfect way to get lost in something besides my own self loathing. I can look at these beautiful clothes and read about their inspiration and picture myself wearing them in some fabulous way at some fabulous event in a fabulous city....and forget that I'm actually sitting in Lexington, unemployed, and irritated.  Call it selfish but I need this period of my life (lets call it the pissed off post-lay off period) to be bitter. I know I have good things in my life and a job isn't everything...but lets face it...when your love life or career are falling apart...then it's hard to pretend like life is rainbows, butterflies, and Mr. Rogers. I'm sure I'll get over it. I applied for 3 jobs today alone. But meanwhile, the journey ahead of me is annoying and overwhelming and before I can possibly wrap my head around it...I'm going to take my own "fall break" to get lost in fashion trends, write on this damn blog, drink red wine, practice my new recipes, and lay around like I'm a trust-fund kid with a drug habit. I need it. I need to think about nothing and when I do think about something it just has to be something that has absolutely no resemblance to my own life. Here's to hoping that in 2 weeks I won't even remember that I worked for that place.


Maybe if I put this in writing then I can try to move on...


And it sucks. 
And I wish I had never taken the job.
I should have listened to my gut.
First instincts are not a joke.
I'm mad.