Sitting in my apartment watching the season finale of Glee, I have one thought — how ridiculous is it that all of these seniors in high school, about to graduate, think their high school relationships are going to survive the distance and drama of college.

Oh wait…

Matt and I met when we were 16, started dating when we were Seniors in high school, went to different college, dated for 10 years and are now married. I guess that makes us like Rachel and Finn.

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And that must make Kinsella Puck

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Or rather… is he Kurt?


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Endorsed by the Little Things

Whenever Oprah touches something it turns to gold. If your book makes it into her “book club” you are an instant best seller.

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If Oprah features your product during her “favorite things” holiday episode, it is be flying off the shelves the next day.

And if Oprah thinks you are talented -soon you will be performing in Madison Square Garden with a super star.

And eventually on Glee.

Unfortunately, an endorsement here doesn’t come with such incredible outcomes. But that doesn’t mean it isn’t worth something.

 Already, I have endorsed quite a few pro ducts and services on this blog:

Stitch Fix – a personal shopping service that is both fun and convenient

Pinterest – the most inspiring site on the web, hands down

Container Store – the best place to buy orgnaization supplies

Erin Condren – the best place to buy labels for your organizational supplies

Etsy – essentially, an online craft fair

Well today I have another thing to add to the list: SOAP.com

Living in New York City isn’t always as glamorous as it appears on Sex and the City. It is expensive. It is dirty. It is loud. And doing simple things like going grocery shopping or running errands is hard.

Very few people have cars. The closest Wal-Mart is over 10 miles away in New Jersey. And at the local Duane Reade, a 6 pack of toilet paper costs $12.99. And because I could only carry a few things at a time, my trips to the pharmacy for paper towels, Cascade, Tide and shampoo were frequent: 4-5 times  week. And then I discovered SOAP.com and my life changed.

With over 25,000 products under one virtual roof, they do the dirty work for you. From personal products like shampoo and makeup to household necessities they’ve got you covered. And they have great prices too! So instead of paying 12.99 for 6 rolls of toilet paper, I am now only paying $6.99! And here’s the best part: they deliver everything to your door within 2 business days for free! 

Now some people might not see the value of this service. Let me tell you – these people don’t live in New York City. And if they do, they are one of the lucky few who have access to a car.

So if driving to your local Wal-Mart or Target isn’t an option, I strongly encourage you to place an order at SOAP.com – You won’t regret it!

Now if only they could figure out a way to actually clean your apartment for you…

Gwyneth vs. Emma

Miss Holly Holiday is not only one of the best characters ever created on Glee, but she is also my boss (i.e. Gwyneth Paltrow is on the Robin Hood board which underwrites all of our operating costs, i.e. my salary!) Reason number 432 that I love my job. Tuesday she returned to McKinley High as the substitute sex ed. teacher.

Although I must admit, I have always been a big Emma Pillsbury fan. I think at the end of the day, I would vote for her and Will to get together over Holly… (sorry Gwyneth).

Thank you to the writers of Glee for making my Tuesday evenings(and sometimes Wednesdays and Thursdays if I DVRed the show) so enjoyable!

Food Network Challenge

While Matt and I both enjoy some of the same tv shows, like Boardwalk Empire, Gossip Girl, The Sing-Off and Mad Men, there are a few shows we disagree on. I can’t even be in the same room as Matt when he is watching True Blood, and he doesn’t fully appreciate Glee in the same vein that I do. One of the biggest tv disagreements is over “Challenge” on the Food Network. Every time I put this show on, Matt feels the need to tell me that he doesn’t understand the point of it, and quickly grabs the remote. If only there were a lock feature on the tv that would prevent him from changing the channel on me.

Last night, our apartment turned into the set from this very show. After coming home from work, spending some much-needed time in the gym and a quick shower, I spent the rest of the evening making holiday treats. I worked quickly to make as many different things as I could before my 11pm bedtime! I made fudge, peppermint bark, puppy chow and chocolate peanut butter bark. Only after I spent hours in the kitchen did I check my mailbox and see that I had received a package from my grandma containing nearly the same exact treats! Great minds really do think alike.

While the puppy chow is certainly my favorite treat to eat, the chocolate peanut butter bark is my favorite to look at. It looks like art – I had a hard time breaking it apart into smaller pieces because I didn’t want to ruin the overall design.

Happy Holiday Baking!

Another Reason Why Yale Sucks

After performing in the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day parade, the Sing Off has returned to prime time.

While watching this, my reason for living was fulfilled. I was cheering, clapping and dancing around my apartment. And hundreds of miles away, Abby was doing the same thing. If I ever had any doubt before, I am now sure that we definitely are related.

While some could argue that making it onto this show is evidence enough that Yale is “better” than Harvard, I would regretfully disagree. However, if this is what is means to be the best, then I am certainly happy to sit in second place. Great job Whiffenpoofs (honestly, just the name makes me a gag a little…)!

My vote this season goes to the Backbeats.

4 more nights of competition. I am already a little teary eyed that the competition is so short…

Under Pressure

As many of you know, on Friday I was featured on word press’ main page Freshly Pressed. I had an amazing response and a lot of new visitors to my blog. In the past three days, I received more than 5,000 hits, which is pretty incredible considering it took me five months before I reached that number of hits. It was quite a weekend and a truly surreal experience. Now I am faced with only one problem…

What to write about for my next post.

The pressure is unbelievable. I started having nightmares last night and have spent the entire morning brainstorming ideas… Should I feature a DIY project? Or a new recipe?  Should I write more about the Rockefeller Christmas Tree (it is standing now…)

 Or should I write about tonight’s highly anticipated Glee episode featuring Gwyneth Paltrow?

While all of these would make great blog posts, they didn’t feel “good enough.” I then got the idea to feature some of my fellow bloggers who commented on my post. However, more than 70 people commented over the weekend and I don’t think I have enough time to go through and write-up a summary about each of these wonderful blogs. Although, I am making a point to visit and comment on each of these blogs.

Then I decided that I would feature videos from You Tube that always make me smile.

(This is why I want kids)

 

(This is why I wish life was a musical)

 



(This is why no one fully understands Abby’s and my sense of humor)

 

(This is why I can’t wait to marry Matt!)

 

And while I hope that these videos brought a smile to your face, they still don’t feel like enough. Again, I am faced with the dilemma… how do I follow-up a post the received more than 5,000 hits?

This simple answer is, I don’t. I have come to the realization that I can’t change my blog just because a few more people happened to click-through to my site. If I did that, I would just be focusing on the big things because the little things would never seem good enough. The whole reason I started writing this blog was to keep a positive outlook on life. I can’t stop doing that because of the big things in my life. So while I am extremely excited to have been featured on freshly pressed and I spent the weekend approving comments and tracking my stats, my focus remains the same. I am continuing to focus on the little things in life.

Thank you word press for picking my blog and thank you readers and fellow bloggers for clicking through. I hope you continue to follow along, comment and spread PMA.

The Rise and Fall of Glee

Can we talk about Glee last night? My feelings for this show are certainly something I don’t hide, but to be honest, this season I have felt like I have been on an emotional rollercoaster with the kids from William McKinley High School. I have enjoyed some of the episodes, but let’s be serious, my feelings took a serious nose dive after the Britney Spears episode. Leading up to that episode, I was excited because Brit brings so much potential with her, but it was ruined by John Stamos and the terrible dentist dream sequences. I am not really sure which writer thought that was a good idea.

However, last night all of my negative feels towards Glee were gone and slate was wiped clean. This was done by the Glee club from Dalton Academy, an all boys private school. When Kurt decided to visit the school for a day, we were treated to the musical talents of the Warblers.

Now, for those of you who are also addicted to reality TV, you might recognize some of these singers. That’s right, the boys from Tufts, better known as the Beelzebubs, have joined forces with the kids from Glee. The Beelzebubs gained stardom when they appeared on the reality show, “The Sing-Off” hosted by Nick Lachey.

I am not looking to start a heated debate here, but I am pretty sure that during TheWarbler’s performance of Katie Perry’s Teenage Dream, I was transformed into a gay 16-year-old boy. And I was loving it.

Now all Glee needs to do it get Sam Tsui on the show…



Tasting the Forbidden Fruit

 

Growing up, our household had a lot of holiday traditions. Some of these have since ended, but some are continued to this day.

Most years, I ran in the Memorial Day Road Race. It started as something that I did with my father. I will never forget the first year we ran together. I was in Kindergarten and 5 years old. We “trained” by running around the block near my house. At best, the block covers a total distance of .5 miles and we probably did this 2-3 different times before the race. This was plenty of physical preparation for the 5K run. Unfortunately what my dad didn’t account for was the massive amounts of psychological training I should have been doing.

The race ends with a 100 yard stretch that is lined with the friends and families members of people participating. Well, as we ran down this stretch, I burst into tears. I am not sure what triggered this, but I can tell you that it was a fair warning for my parents for all of the tears that were to come as a result of tennis matches, soccer games, swim meets and all other competitive atmospheres. I finished the race, placing 3rd in the 8 & under division (I can’t imagine there were more than 5 kids in this age group…) and proudly brought my medal into Kindergarten for show and tell the following Monday. For many years after, I participated in this race, often with a different family member.

On Halloween, our town wouldn’t have trick-or-treating on the day of Halloween OR at night. This lead to problems when the New England Swimming Top Ten Banquet often fell on the weekend of trick-or-treating. We probably attended that banquet for 10 years in a row, and would find ourselves sneaking out early so that we could make it home for the last couple hours of trick-or-treating. Either that or we would be coming from a soccer game…

The 4th of July normally meant watching fireworks from CMC (one of the hospitals that my father worked at) and Easter was a family brunch at the Sheraton Hotel and Conference center… I know, I thought that one was weird too. Christmas was matching PJs on Christmas Eve and for the past 15 years, the Candlelight Service at the Bedford Presbyterian Church.  Thanksgiving brings cooking, the Macy’s Thanksgiving parade, and many times charades with our family friends, the Possees. However, the tradition I like the most comes the day after Thanksgiving.

While I certainly participate in the shopping escapades that make up Black Friday, the tradition that I am referring to is the welcoming of Christmas. I have a strict “no Christmas” policy until Thanksgiving has past. While I am not a huge fan of turkey, mashed potatoes and stuffing, I do think that the idea of Thanksgiving is one that should not be forgotten. Everyone races to get to Christmas and I find that this holiday gets overlooked. So, as a way to honor Thanksgiving, I don’t listen to Christmas music, set up decorations or truly start my Christmas shopping until that day after Thanksgiving. 

That being said, I LOVE Christmas music. From the Friday after Thanksgiving straight through to Christmas Day, I don’t listen to anything else. I have created countless Christmas Music stations on my Pandora and know the words to basically every Christmas song ever written. I find myself tempted to listen to christmas music, especially if I enter a store that has their holiday decoration out in full force. However, it is a sacrifice that I am willing to make.

Today, while I was sitting at work listening to my “classical music” Pandora station, a song came on that sounded familiar, but I couldn’t quite place it. When I switched my computer screen over to the Pandora website to see the name of the song, I knew immediately that something had gone terribly wrong. The song that I was listening to, and enjoying, was none other than Angels from the Relms of Glory, a 100% Christmas song. I immediately changed the channel, but it was too late. I had tasted the forbidden fruit and I want more.

I now find myself trying to fulfill my musical appetite with the likes of Taylor Swift, the cast of Glee and Something Corporate. Unfortunately all I crave is Mannheim Steamroller, the London Boy’s Choir, and Mariah Carey’s All I Want for Christmas is You. It is going to be a long 3 weeks…

Halloween Weekend

Below is a photo montage to the weekend that was Halloween.

Funny how last year I was a flapper and the other people I were with (Matt, Kinsella and Nator) were top gun. The this year, I was with 3 flappers, 4 Star Trek characters and 1 Pauly D…. Not sure how Quinn from Glee fits into that mix (or Pauly D for that matter) but I am ok with it.

Let’s be serious, Quinnifer Bray would never go for a Trekkie.

Unfortunately this picture does not do Nick (Pauly D from Jersery Shore) justice. Let’s just say, we heard a lot of “Cabs are here!”

and “It’s t-shirt time!”

 

On Sunday I had the pleasure of working a Taste Buds event. It was a Halloween party for the Bowery Babes (a sort of sorority group for NYC mothers… I know, enough said) where I lead cookie decorating. It goes without saying that my cookies were far superior to any that these 2 and 3-year-old kids made.

Between working on Friday, the Halloween party on Sunday and Trick-or-Treating last night, I saw a lot of super cute costumes. But the winning award goes to my favorite niece puppy who dressed up as a little Chiquita banana! Honestly, how cute is Sunny?

Glee Season Finale

While I am crushed that my favorite show, Glee, will be on hiatus from television this summer, I am thrilled with the prospect of an amazing season ending episode. I am sitting on my couch watching this magical episode come to life. I have dreamed about it, and yet, I am dreading it.

Don’t stop believing is an amazing song.I can’t put it any other way. It is the song that I use to judge the ability of a band. Journey is amazing band, and Glee does them proud. While I took the athlete road in high school, I always envied the “chorus kids” who could captivate our entire school during assemblies and concerts.

High school was an interesting time for me. While I had friends and found my own niche within West High School, I also had another persona that took shape after school at swim practice. I had another group of friends and even played a different role in the pool than I did when I walked the halls of my school. As a grown adult, I have a hard time figuring out which of these identities I want to hold true to.

My friends in high school were limited and close. While they appreciated me for who I was, they never fully understood my commitment to the sport of swimming. Waking up at 3:40am to drive an hour to practice didn’t make sense to them, when, in my mind, it was the only option. I was constantly torn between football games and swim practice. More often than not, I chose swim practice.

It is no surprise then that my fiance is someone who I met in high school on my club swim team. Like me, he related more to the people that he spent 5 hours in the pool with than the kids who he spent 7 hours walking the halls of high school with. I am extremely grateful that Matt understands and shared the commitment to swimming and to a team that was so much greater than ourselves.

Sometimes I question the role I took on at swimming. While I had numerous friends and was someone who other kids looked up to; I very easily took on the role of “mean girl” and used my popularity on the swim team to hurt others. It is surprising that although this was years ago, I still think about the people who were left in my wake as I sped toward the future.

Shows like Glee make me miss high school. It is funny, when I was 16-18 years old, I couldn’t wait for the next phase of my life. Now, as a 27 year old, I would give almost anything to turn back the hands of the clock and go back to high school. I know it wouldn’t be easy and I would still have to make those tough decisions between football games and swim practice, but I can only hope that I would do it with more grace than I did at the age of 16.

I love Glee for the sentimental feelings it washes upon me. I will never forget the feeling I had after we won the NH state field hockey championship. I will always remember the sound of my best friend’s laughter as we stole political signs from the side of the road. I will smile when I think about the bus trips I took to Buffalo. And I will never forget the first dates, first kisses and late nights that gave my parents too many grey hairs. Thank you Glee for reminding me of the good times in high school.