When life throws hurdles in my way, rather than becoming despondent I just take a deep breath and think of all the things that have gone really well instead. It is only when I realize that nothing has gone really well… close to well…. in the same city as well… that true creativity has to
Me: I suddenly have motivation to work out. Right now. I must work out right now before I lose this intense desire to be fit. Other Me: Sadly, Bones starts in 7 minutes. Remember the last time you missed the beginning? You were desperately confused because it turns out that you were in the midst
I am an excellent planner. I even add in a dash of relentless worry for free. So, you know I’m good. Apparently, what I’m not good at is making the plan actually result in something positive. Problematic. I decided that if I just had half an hour extra every morning, many of my problems would
I may have just heard the following response to a cell phone conversation in the parking lot: Man (yelling): “Because I don’t want my wife to know I’m f**king you, alright!!!!” He’s a keeper. Kate I was tempted to run him over, but he was walking a dog, and I was afraid the dog
I like to tell people that I am my own best contradiction. Nowhere is this more evident than in my taste of entertainment. I simply love some things that I shouldn’t love. Don’t believe me? Music: Escape I love the song, “Escape” (aka the Pina Colada song). Love it! I should hate it—and no, not
Kate: Why aren’t you taking Michael to the premiere? Sadie: We aren’t believable as a couple. Kate: But you are a couple. Sadie: Yes, but the public doesn’t like us as a couple. They haven’t bought into our love story. Kate: We’re still talking about your real life, and not the show, right? Sadie: Of
Facebook can often be a curse. There is no doubt about that. When you wake up on your way-over-25th birthday to see a friend recommendation of your ex’s new wife, you curse it. When you are approached by junior high school people who tell you that they never really liked you, you will at least
My stomach dropped. It’s the only way I can explain it. I read the email, and my stomach plummeted; not because it was bad news, but because an invitation had been issued by a very kind person, and I had a feeling I wouldn’t be avoiding it this time. Pen: “You have to go with
I’m on a quest to find a dress for my friend L’s wedding. The wedding is Saturday. I may be in trouble. It’s not that I procrastinated. I’ve gone shopping. However, in the back of my mind I felt secure in the knowledge that I had the perfect fallback option already in my closet. It’s
It was one of those late night conversations—you know the ones that start in the haze sometime after midnight, but before actual sleep. We were comfortable, talking close in hushed tones at the end of a long week. I remember snuggling in closer, his arms going tighter around me, as the night grew quieter and