Someone is Looking Out for You

I just had to share this…

Today after work, I went shopping and spent a ridiculous amount of money on clothes that I  certainly do not need, and will likely be bored of in a month.

After, I walked over to the bank to deposit some cash. And, of course, one of my biggest fears happened…someone walked over and asked me if I had any money to spare for a meal.

Normally, I would just ignore the request and go about my day, thinking how blessed I am to not have to beg for cash.

Today, however, for some reason, I felt compelled to give this woman, who looked like she was 18 years of age, the $3 extra dollars in my wallet.

She was so grateful.

Curiously though, on my end, I watched to see where this young lady would go next. To my astonishment, she walked straight into the subway a few doors down.

Passively, I walked past the storefront. I looked in and this poor woman was ordering Subway with the $3 I just gave her and the change in her hand.

My heart was broken.

Today, I had my lunch purchased for me by the amazing company I work for and I had just frivolously bought materialistic items that I do not need.

Thinking about how blessed I am to be more than well fed, well dressed and loved, I walked into Subway and asked this young lady if she had enough money for her meal. She looked down at her hands embarrassed and said, “Umm…”.

I told the Subway attendant to let her get whatever she needs and I will pay for her meal. The total was $10.34. As I paid the bill, she asked me if she could pay the .34 cents.

I turned to her and advised her to keep it and assured her that her meal was covered and not to worry.

The Subway attendant looked at the girl and said, “Someone is looking out for you. You ‘re getting fed today.”

I could not believe that this poor woman did not know if she was going to be fed today.

I walked away and told her to have a good day and she simply looked like she was going to cry her eyes out. But here I am, the one crying because $10.34 made someone’s day.

The simple lesson I was reminded of today is that treating people with love, kindness and respect is the simplest thing we can offer one another and cheapest!

#love #kindness #dontjudgeothers


wrote this for myself last year, in celebration of my 31st day of birth. Today, a year later, I feel the same way, but with a few goals actually achieved. More sentimental Birthday words to come. Stay tuned!


I cannot believe that I turn 31 in three weeks.

I am constantly amazed by how many rewarding experiences I have ensured that my life has been filled with: attending Kent State and graduating, falling in love with all my heart and sadly having it broken, moving to an entirely new state knowing a population of zero, buying my own house and turning it into a home and truly succeeding in all of my career opportunities. The last 30 years of my life have absolutely molded me into who I am today and honestly I am so proud of all the beautiful moments I have been able to enjoy.

I can only hope that the next 30 years are just as wild, terrible, and memorable as the last three decades have been for me. With that being said, I have high hopes for my 31st year of life.

This year I plan to:

1. Stop sitting on my ass and actually work on getting my book published. It is done. It is just sitting on my desk waiting to be read. Like, what am I waiting for? Clearly, the thought of rejection is sickening, but I will never know, if I never try. This is the year that I will make 100% effort to become a published author–no more excuses.

2. Actually meet someone who is fully worthy of my time, as I am of his. This year, I will make the conscious effort not to settle, especially when it comes to matters of the heart. I am not getting any younger: now is the time to be picky, chose wisely and make smart decisions when it comes to dating. This is the year that I will truly be open to meeting someone who brings a little more zest to my already full life.

3. Absolutely, this is the year that I will learn to hold on to the cherished moments in life, rather than spend my time focusing on the negative. Life is short, so there is zero time to waste on being angry, holding grudges, and passing judgement. This year I plan to truly make a better effort to love people for who they are, instead of who I think they should be.

In three weeks I will be 31, so cheers to new experiences and lessons learned in the last 30 years of my life! Seriously, cheers to A LOT of lessons being taught and thoughtfully understood!

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ABOVE: The girls and I celebrating my day of birth a few weeks early!

The Struggle is Real

Ladies, I have had it with Victoria’s Secret (VS) bras and underwear. Yesterday, I purchased a bra and a pair of underwear from the overpriced retailer and I was left in a puddle of tears. For both items, I purchased what would be an equivalent to a medium bra and a large bottom, which is typically what I wear. As I returned home to try on my new products, I found myself feeling overwhelming insecure about my body, as neither product came even remotely close to fitting.

I work out regularly and consistently. I eat insanely well, minus the random indulgence, like a taco or a slice of pizza. I am a very healthy, athletic and curvy size six, some days an eight, depending–you know the deal (a.k.a I have eaten too much, I am mestrating, or which store I am shopping at)! I love my body and I work my tail off to keep my womanly figure, simply so that I can feel good about myself. But, here I am bawling my eyes out like a child because this medium bra and large underpant, which should fit, felt like they should be on my childhood barbies, instead of my adult body. To me, the fact that I cannot fit into products at VS, which has a monopoly on the entire undergarment game is absolutely ridiculous. Underwear and bras are now synonymous with the Victoria’s Secret brand.

In addition to not fitting into VS products, for a company that specializes in tit sizing, I have yet to meet an associate who can offer me a bra size that allows my ladies to sit at the breast level. Instead, every bra I am given to try on makes my ladies look like I have underarm back boobs. Essentially, I am motorboating myself in the fitting room. Neither is a look that I am attempting to achieve.

Whatever happened to just having a bra, that held your tits in place, where they are suppose to be? Is comfort not trendy anymore? Also, VS, there are two boobs, not one. I do not need my breasts to sit so closely together that I have to question how many are there! It is two, right?

I have a few points to this weird rant. One, if I am a healthy average adult, I would like to apologize to all women who are a range of sizes, who cannot find clothing to wear that makes them feel included and sexy. The only time in my life that I have ever felt excluded by the retail world was on Monday night after making my VS purchases. I never want to feel that way again. I truly cannot imagine feeling insecure on a regular basis, simply because I cannot find clothing that fits. So, FU VS for making clothing that is meant for infants, but marketing the products to adults.

Point two, and I hope every woman hears me loud and clear: Your figure is not the problem. Your curves, your features, your athletic build, your cellulite, your dimples, your whatever ‘it is’ that you are not feeling 100% about, in regards to your body, just embrace it. Of course, if there is something you would like to change for yourself, DO IT! However, chances are, your body is not the problem and retailers who are not inclusive, like VS are at the root of the issue.

Point three, will someone please tell me where one is buying her undergarments? I simply can’t be the only female who is having an issue purchasing bras and underwear that do not make one feel like a stuffed sausage and at a reasonable cost. Yes, that is where I am at, stuffed sausage status. And, in an effort, never to feel like a piece of breakfast foods again, I will no longer be shopping at VS, so any undergarment suggestions, would be greatly appreciated.

Okay, thanks!

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^Me trying to find a bra that fits!


Responsible Behavior

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Today, I left my house for work. Ten feet into my commute and BAM I have a flat tire.

I call the tow company. We will be there in 20-30 minutes. One hour later, the tow company arrives, and I am frigid from the Spring snow and my toes are basically ready for amputation. (haha)

I drop my car off at Conrad’s. After an exponential amount of money is estimated to repair the said flat tire and the 800 other ailments my car is enduring, I finally make it to work two hours late.

I think it is safe so say, that once I am able to drive myself to the store today, after work, I fully intend on buying a bottle of wine, and neglecting all of my adult responsibilities FOR. THE. WEEK. I think I have maxed out on the necessary responsible behavior required for the next seven days, in the first two hours of today.

I am not sure if I am mad about this? Or if I am happy that I have an excuse to drink on a Monday?


You tell me!




The Grocery Store Nightmare

Tonight I ran into an old high school classmate, while grocery shopping. While in high school, the two of us shared maybe a total of ten words with one another. So, what happens when I see someone from my past who I have had almost zero contact with, in my lifetime?

I walk up to him and/or her, ask an indefinite amount of life questions, to which no one has any desire to share with me. Demand, at the very least, a ten minute conversation take place and then I finally allow him/her to walk away.

I am everyone’s worst grocery store run-in nightmare!

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It is a Wonder I Make Through a Day

Well, today I walked out of the fitting room at the mall with my shorts on inside out.

I wish I could say that this is the embarrassing part…

The shorts I am wearing are, of course, runners shorts, which means they have underwear built inside. So, I walked around the mall looking like I wore my underwear over my shorts and took a massive dump in my pants.

I wish I could say that was the most embarrassing part of the story…

The most embarrassing part of this story is how long it took me to realize why I was so uncomfortable.

Yup. It’s a wonder I make it through a day…

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