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From my new favorite tv/movie like substance, Dr. Horrible’s Sing-along Blog:

Penny: Billy?
Dr. Horrible: Yeah?
Penny: You’re driving a spork into your leg.
Dr. Horrible: So I am. Hilarious.



Evening all!

After this evening I have a few thoughts to share with you.

The people we meet and have in our lives are certainly an interesting mix. We have people who push us and challenge us and force us– in good ways. We also have people who hurt us, tear us down, break our hearts, stab us in the back, or who are just mean to us. Sometimes those are people we can cut out and unfortunately, sometimes they aren’t. The greatest thing, though? We have people who support us, help us, build us up, treat us kindly, cherish us, love us, smile with us, cry with us, and laugh hysterically with us. Those are the ones who matter.

See, in life we’ll cross all those people, for good or bad, for short or long-term. It’s taken me a long time to realize that the people who are bad to us, who bring us down, they aren’t the ones that matter. Even if they’re someone who should be better than that. Even if they’re someone we care about, who we want to be better for us. At the end of the day, what they say and what they do might break us for the moment, but they can’t just break who we are. Waiting after all those people, are the ones who love us.  So, I don’t really feel angry at them anymore. I kind of pity those people… because if all they have in life is trying to be mean to others… then, what do they really have? If that’s all that matters to them? I realized that all those hurtful things people say can’t take away my life. They can’t take away my husband, or the house we worked so hard to buy and make our own, the people who love me, my cats, my writing, my Wednesday night grilling, or laughing hysterically with my best friends at some random and extremely cheesy movie.

So, while I’ll never be rid of the stupidity, the pettiness, the drama, or the just plain mean people out there; at the end of the day I’ll come home to better things. I’ll let the rest of it roll off my back. No amount of other stuff can take those amazing things in life away from me. I truly do have a good life. I love it. I love having bonfires with my closest friends, talking and laughing with my mother in law, watching my niece laugh, writing an amazing scene… none of the greatness in my life can be taken away. I won’t let it. Think about all the good things in life, next time someone decides to be a jackass. 😛

“We’re young enough to say, oh this has gotta be the good life…”


As is becoming a Wednesday tradition….

-Happy hump day! Though this week feels much quicker thanks to Memorial day weekend.
-Record breaking heat past couple of days. Summer is here!
-Which makes me want to listen to Summertime by the Fresh Prince.
-Btw who else loves Fresh Prince of Bel Air?!
-“In West Philadelphia born and raised….”
-Yep I can def rap/sing that whole song. #90skid
-Does anyone else in the world remember the kids show, Ghostwriter?!
-Or disney channel’s Bug Juice. I loved that show.
-It’s officially been 5 years since my senior prom.
-Ahh here’s to Zaza’s (eat the eyes!), standing on street corners fully decked in prom stuff when it’s 90 degrees, having random guys stop at a green light at said street corner to rap to you, limo drivers who like the same music as high school kids, and pre-prom being the BEST part of prom.
-A total of 2 people will get that last statement.

“Yo homes smell ya later!”

Ahh music. There’s nothing better for me when I’m cranky. Or unhappy. Or sad. Or angry. Or hurting. Or laughing. Or happy. Or driving with the windows open. Something about music can amplify or fix my mood. But if you’ve read this blog then you probably know all this. That being said, don’t discount the power of music in your life. Music can be unbelievably helpful and inspiring. Often, when I’m writing a scene it comes from a song. I’ll hear the melody and think it would be great for a montage or I’ll hear the lyrics and think it describes what my characters are going through. I don’t fully know where I’m going with this except to say let the music heal you. Also I’m going to pop a song or lyrics of the moment up here every so often…

The main song stuck in my head lately is Florence and the Machine’s Shake It Out . I personally believe that songs get stuck in my head for a reason, and I think I need to focus on shaking off and letting go of a lot of things. Maybe this will hit some of you the same way. “I’ve been a fool and I’ve been blind. I could never leave the past behind. I can see no way. I can see no way. I’m always dragging that horse around. Our love is pastured such a mournful sound. Tonight I’m gonna bury that horse in the ground. I like to keep my issues strong. It’s always darkest before the dawn.

Enjoy… maybe it’ll resonate with you. When you’re going a little crazy or you’re upset for whatever reason… give music a try. It’s more powerful than you might think.

“Every song ends, is that any reason not to enjoy the music?” -OTH

Happy hump day:

-I just had to look to see what date it is, even though I’ve written it about 40 times today…
-Today’s the sort of day where I just wanted to call into work and watch Dirty Dancing. And Casablanca. But I didn’t. Damn my work ethic!
-BTW I have As Time Goes By stuck in my head… “Play it Sam, play As Time Goes By…”
-I desperately need some sunshine.
-Every single time I scribble anything out I do it like I have to at work: two lines through it with an “e” at the end. Then I catch myself and realize it’s not work related. Palmface. #firstworldproblems
-Glee ended on a depressing (but good) way last night. It was also depressing cause all my shows for the season are over. #morefirstworldproblems
-But thats means Hell’s Kitchen and Master Chef start.
-Now I’m thinking of Master Chief. Oh how I love Halo.
-I digress back to TV shows… Gilmore Girls and OTH will suffice just fine to get me through the summer.
-Oh yeah and not to mention grilling/bonfires/parties/vacations.

Here’s lookin’ at you kid(s)….


I’ll give credit where credit is due, I was just checking out Lauren Conrad’s website as I do every so often and found this lovely little work out…

100 jumping jacks
90 crunches
80 squats
70 leg lifts
60 jumping jacks
50 crunches
40 squats
30 leg lifts
20 jumping jacks
10 mins of running*

*I hate running so if you’re like me I’d suggest substituting in another type of cardio. For instance I enjoy dancing and kick boxing.

All of that adds up to a whopping 180 jumping jacks, 140 crunches, 120 squats, and 100 leg lifts!

I love this idea for 2 reasons:
1- It’s simple and you can make it harder by changing your technique
2- I have the exercise attention span of a squirrel. Thus, anything quick that I don’t get bored doing (read: I can watch OTH while doing it to prevent boredom) is a plus. I also don’t have to try to follow along with a routine. 🙂

I haven’t tried it out yet (because people would probably look at me weird if I randomly started doing it at work), but it looks pretty kick ass. I’m hoping tonight or tomorrow I can give it a try.

Visit 100workout‘s website for more deets!

Enjoy the ass-kicking goodness!


“Somebody told me that this the place, where everything’s better and everything’s safe.” -From Walk on the Ocean by Toad the Wet Sprocket

I love this quote for two main reasons. First, because of One Tree Hill. It’s written on the wall of the cafe, and for many seasons I had no clue it was from a song until I googled it. So, it always triggers that OTH mentality in my mind, which usually gets me to a better place.
The second reason is the actual song it’s from. It’s one that I’ve listened to many times… much like the song City of Devils by Yellowcard, it helps whenever I’m upset, no matter what the reason.
The quote itself also signifies to me a special place or person or thing or time– whatever it is that is a safe place. And I think everyone has that.


-It’s far too nice outside to be at work!
-Today is going by way too slowly.
-Glee was excellent last night.
-I love Dirty Dancing
-My tooth is still effed.
-I’d rather be grilling things.
-Why isn’t it Friday yet?!
-Happy hump day everybody…


Alrighty, I know I said I wasn’t going to post one of these today, but I’m feeling it, so here we go. I’m about to quote OTH, but it’ll be good for even you non-fans, so stick with me.

“It’s the oldest story in the world. One day you’re seventeen and planning for someday. And then quietly, without you really noticing, someday is today. And then someday is yesterday, and this is your life.”– Nathan Scott

Are you where you thought you’d be right now? What were your plans for your future? What did you dream 5, 10, or 15 years ago? Have you achieved those dreams? Did you ever really believe in them from the start? Why did you dream them? Was it because you loved those things? We put so much value in life on what our dreams are versus what our job is. There’s some sort of weird idea that following your heart & dreams means giving up on anything in life to have them. Isn’t that kinda stupid? You might have a dream when you’re 17, but as you grow up, that dream might morph into something different. So, why hold on so tightly to that initial dream that you’d be willing to give up on amazing things? Some people’s dreams are super practical… be a doctor or lawyer, what have you. Some people’s dreams are to be an artist or a writer, and that isn’t always so practical (I know a little something about it). Why is that bad? It’s OKAY to have impractical dreams… as long as you have some practical ones too.

Have you ever met someone who thinks they’re so much better than everyone else because they aren’t caught up in capitalism and money and are suffering for “their art”? I hate those people. But, I also hate the people who just become their job, they become soul-less automatons who are nothing without going to the office everyday. What happened to passion? There’s a weird belief that if you have a dream, that isn’t what you do for a living, that you’re sacrificing your dream. But there’s also a weird belief that you have to sacrifice everything for your dream. That it has to be your job. Isn’t that kind of silly? And then, if you don’t give your soul to the job you’re in, then you must not care about it. Poor dreams, there’s just no winning for them is there?

Actually, there is. Because doing what you love… that’s the dream. It doesn’t matter when or where or why. It’s not about a job. A job does not define you. What you love defines you. Remind yourself of that and focus on it. We’d all be a lot happier if we did. My job is nutrition. I love nutrition, but my job is just a job. Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m satisfied with it and I’m committed to it. I do a good job and I don’t half-ass things. Ever. But, without that job, I’m still me. It doesn’t define me. I won’t let it.  What I love defines me. I love to have friends over and laugh hysterically at really strange and stupid things. I love drinking tea on Sunday mornings.  I love when I get to see my niece or nephew or Godson smile. I love to just sit with my husband and relax. I love to have bonfires in the summer, watch the leaves change in the fall, wait anxiously for the first snow, and marvel at the changes in the spring. I love writing. When I start listing all those things, what my job is and what my dreams were don’t really matter. It doesn’t matter what my job is for the rest of my life, I’ll be fine.  As long as I can keep writing  on the side, keep enjoying my friends, keep laughing, and watch my family grow together, then I’ll be happy. Even if I never achieve my dream of being a screenwriter, I’ll be happy. Because, guess what, I have other dreams too. I want to be happy. I want to laugh ridiculously hard on a regular basis. I want to have beautiful children and raise them into amazing people. And, I’ve already achieved the dreams of falling in love, getting married, and buying a house. All practical dreams, and just as real as being a screenwriter. Or just a writer.

So, where am I going with all this? I want to remind everyone to remember what their dreams were. And then to remember why they were your dreams. Because you loved them. If you aren’t doing those things, don’t fret. You still can.  At the end of the day, a job doesn’t matter, neither does an old dream.  What matters is what you love, and more importantly, doing what you love, as often as you can. It doesn’t have to be for money or for any reason, except that you love it. Because by doing what you love, you’re already achieving your dreams. I was reminded of this recently, because I started focusing on writing with all these goals, just to try and achieve my dreams. And I failed. And I wasn’t enjoying it. So, I went back to the beginning. I started writing again, just to write. Because I didn’t start writing because it was my dream. I started writing because I loved it. Then I made it my dream. Take some time to remember what you love to do, whether it’s new or old, because it’s what makes you, “you.” Reconnect with yourself. Learn who you are and how to be happy for yourself. I promise, if you do something you love, you will be happier.

So, now, I’m just writing. Not because I have to, not because of a dream, but because I love it. I encourage all of you to do the same. Find your passion and do it, as a hobby, as a second job, or hey– if you’re lucky enough to be a practical dreamer– as your actual job. Whatever you do, just enjoy life. Our time here is far too short not to.

I’ll leave you all with this:
“Find something that makes you happy– do it. Because everything else, it’s all just background noise.” -24 (Xander Berkley as George Mason).


-Oh how I hate dentists….that’s right kids, my tooth is still effed. FML.

-Brighter note, new admin started a work. Ch ch ch changes.

-Celebrated my good friend’s birthday with some good times and delicious food… only thing missing was some BC.

-I wrote some other more deep and thoughtful posts but I’ve legitimately had no time to type them. Not even a little bit.

-Hell, my life is ridiculous with business.

-Had more fun with friends.

-Did an extreme amount of yard work. Ouch. Tomorrow’s gonna hurt.

[Sidebar: I now have “Then the Morning Comes” by Smashmouth stuck in my head.]

-I then did housework.

-Even though I have time today, I’m not going to type those more deep and introspective blogs, because my brain is just not happenin’.




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