Oh goodness, this is so wonderful - she’s not only a trainwreck, but the Bi-Polar Express.
Smile, it’s FRIDAY!
Taking an Amtrak train to Boston tonight, going out on the town tomorrow and probably visiting a few old haunts. I may even choke up a little when I pass by my old block since I’m staying with someone in the South End. Aw, change is hard!
I posted a discussion topic on Yelp! and got about twenty nice answers and one nasty one…Luckily I made four new friends and got two new compliments because the guy was mean! I made myself feel better by looking him up and seeing that he’s not Yelp! Elite. Sniff.
I also take pride in the fact that my friends automatically assume I’ll Yelp! a meal or look-up a restaurant before I go, I will usually change the venue if it’s below three stars (I am COMMITTED! over here).
When Yelp businesses attack back:
Bookstore owner tracks down unlisted address of review writer ”calling the reviewer a ‘pussy boy’ and a ‘coward’” and gets into physical altercation after a dozen or so hateful remarks to his original post which says little more than that the store is a “total mess.”
This happens to me on a nearly weekly basis, not the physical altercations, but nasty messages. Thank goodness Yelp has rules that protect true criticisms. If my reviews were actually inappropriate they’d be taken down by Yelp staff.
Thank goodness someone is discussing this subject. I thought I was the only own.
PS the bookstore owner says she was only trying to apologize and won’t discuss how she found his unlisted address to track him down and attack the man.
I’m going to see this show tomorrow night in Boston…I am a “Valley of the Dolls” nut (part of it was filmed in my hometown!) so excited isn’t even the word. Here is brief synopsis of the Gold Dust Orphans version:
“Valet of the Dolls” is the story of three beautiful young women … three “Dolls” if you will. It’s the story of their loves, their lives, their personal journeys as they slowly spiral out of control, endlessly circling the block looking for that one broken meter. Anne Welles, who left her humble home in Mattapan for the bright lights of Boylston Street.
For ticket information, go here!
I don’t think I’m the only person who equates weighing what I think is “perfect” among the things I’d like to achieve to be successful. My checklist during college was always to do my work each night, get high marks each semester and weigh X amount. I also wanted to save my money and plan for my future, but weight and the size that I wore always factored into the upper part of my to do list.
I often wonder if men obsess about such things or whether they’d simply like to be considered attractive and do well professionally or in school. Most of the women that I know are good looking, smart and driven, yet each feels a little funny about the number they see on the scale, regardless of these other attributes. It’s not that they let that one thing spoil the rest, but that desire and focus is there, and that troubles me.
Now that I’m working at my first job post college and planning my life with Jeff, it’s exciting to think about how I’m actually “growing up”! I am also considering law school as my next step, but want to take the time to really research what kind of law I’d like to practice. This would be a HUGE decision and if I decide to go ahead with it I will have to be 100% sure the law is right for me. On top of being an enormous financial commitment it will also cost me time and I’ll need to figure out where I’d like to learn in addition to what part of the country I’d like to live in during that time.
In terms of weight and body image now I’m just kind of taking it easy and going for walks with my mom and doing yoga daily. I’m throwing some weight training in there because it makes me feel good but I’m definitely not overdoing it. Food-wise I’ve balanced pretty well since moving home, I’ve lost about 5 pounds and my clothes fit easily and I’m comfortable. There is a little voice that pops up now and then that if I just lost 5 more I’d be “perfect” but letting that measly amount of weight (which would likely do next to nada for my 5’9” frame) get in the way of my happiness seems absurd.
Two women recently inspired me to be a little less ridiculous and know that a number is just that and doesn’t define who you are or even what you look like. Shout outs to Milena and Meagan for looking fly and not giving into such petty ideas about what looks great and who is sexy.
So here I am, trying to change the way I feel about myself once again…Being an adult is harder than expected, but here we are, chugging right along.
This is me as a newborn…I think I look just the same! Eyes & lips especially. J noted that my hands look very Monty Burns evil; I like to think that was one of my first concious choices.
Jeff got me these adorable Hello Kitty containers for my birthday, and they worked perfectly for lunch! The smallest one is still full of yogurt…I better get goin’ :)
