Saturday, July 22, 2006

Hitting Home

This is my last Saturday in Boston. I have no home. Strangely, that hasn't hit me as strange yet, despite the fact that it's been over 3 weeks since we moved my stuff to New Iersey. I'm still working like crazy trying to train my replacement, so I guess I don't really have time to think.

I think I wore the same pants to work every day this week. I don't think that will fly at my new office. It's probably time to go shopping. Luckily, I will be working in the fashion capital of the universe, Soho, New York.

Tradition among my friends is to take each other to the Top Of the Hub for dessert when one of the group is leaving. Well, I'm the last one, so I guess I'll have to go sit at the bar and take my chances.

I guess that was the random thoughts about moving post.

Saturday, July 15, 2006

Not So Invisible in Harlem

Yes, it's true. I found a place in New York where men still turn their heads when I walk by. And they talk to me. It feels like home. Plus, I almost talked myself into a ride on the back a of a garbage truck. Pretty sweet ride.

Monday, July 10, 2006

There Comes a Time in Every Woman's Life When...

...she realizes that a minute on the lips might actually lead to a lifetime on the hips.

First of all, I don't have cravings for chocolate, candy, sweets of any sort. Until now. I've realized that I'm going to have to actually do something if I don't want to be a cellulite covered slob, so I'm trying. But the minute that started, I also started wanting Snickers, Pay Day, cheese, cheese, more cheese, candy, fried food, pizza, the list goes on.

Second, I have never used gym equipment in my life. I only do yoga. And I've been out of practice since last February. You do the math because it makes me sick and feel sorry for myself to think about it.

So here I am, 24 years old, 5'8" and 125 lbs, learning how to go to the gym. My university now has a state of the art gym including a rock wall, but it was a dank old armory when I was in school. I paid a steep price to get into the rock climbing class last month and discovered just how nice it is.

So what's so hard about the gym? Everything.

How do I walk in the door?
How do I get a locker to work properly?
What do I do with my key?
Should I bring water?
What if I sweat too much?
How do I take a shower?
How do you turn this damn elliptical thing on and what does it mean that my heart rate is 170?
Why does it feel like I bruised my ribs on the ab machine?
What's the locker room etiquette? Can I just walk around naked or do I have to wrap up in a towel? Or is it weird to use the towel? What if it's on my head and I prance through the room? Can I thoroughly dry my crack or will people look at me funny?
Is it normal to weigh naked?
How do I gracefully bend over to pick something up when in the buff?
Why does yoga class feel like an aerobics/dance class?
What the hell is a smartbell?
How do I change the TV from cheerleader movie to the news? No, not Fox news.
What does a personal trainer do?

That's what.

Saturday, July 08, 2006

Why's She Talking About New York?

Because she's moving there, silly.

That's right. I have a new job, a new apartment, and a new outlook on life. Well maybe not the outlook. However, I will be a few short blocks from Central Park at home and in SoHo at the office, so things are looking up.

If you're interested in finding out more, I'll tell you offline, but I'm already non-anonymous enough and I don't know who reads this anymore. Not sure I need everything broadcast.

Looks like I will need a new web address though...