New day.

Want to continue this love affair?

Click here.

I've moved.

Here we go again.

The good news is I figured out what I do wrong.

The bad news is I haven't figured out how to stop doing it.

When will I ever learn?!

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Confessions of an art director.

Anything can be fixed with a gradient and a drop shadow.

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Who wants to take me?

I promise to clean up nicely and not embarrass you by calling Meb, "Web".
(sidenote I accidentally misread his name when I first heard of him and he has been Web to me ever since especially when I repeat "run like web" in my head during my long runs.)
Anyway.
Please?

I'm Aquarius. My sign is my weakness.

The only paragraph that matters is the second to last and it explains so much.

Clearly I need to think of better things to do when we have downtime at work than visit the studio guy who has a file of horoscopes.

Daily dose.

;)

My co-workers know me so well.

Do you have a Chipotle near you?

Spend a minute and a half watching this and then you get a buy one get one free coupon.

Guess what I'm having for lunch today?

My next significant other.

My race is less than a month away and I'm already dreaming of the one after that (and after that and after that. . .) which means I need to figure out how I'm going to train on my own. I love the team, but fundraising stresses me out too much. Funny, I thought the running 13.1 miles would.

So I've come up with a solution. I need to date someone who lives within walking distance of central park, who may or may not be training for a triathlon (why? Idk. All I know is its really sexy when the cyclists zoom past me in such a sleek and sexy manner. It gives me motivation)

New Yorkers totally date based on location so now I'm defining mine. Sounds reasonable enough, right?

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Dear fellow smoker,

I was going to talk to you when you came outside because it seems we are on a similar schedule and you're kind of cute. I thought better of it when you started spitting like a mad man. I know you see me because I'm standing a foot away from you in a leopard print coat. What the hell is wrong with you?
Seriously.

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My life at random.

Party last night for a benefit to dancing under a disco ball at some club in the meatpacking district before we end the night at The Empire State Building.
Fine.
I live kind of an amazing life.

I hate gym people.

Ugh.
I'm training for a half marathon.
I trump you.
And i'm hungry and cranky.
Go away.

End rant.

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Another way to look at fundraising.

God love him.

Fred: I think this is the closest you've ever come to actual prostitution. You are doing strenuous physical activity for money.

To the right.

I have figured it out!

If I'm in your blog reader, you should go to my actual page and check out the link on the right because I'm awesome and it only took me (literally) years to figure out how to link something on my page.Then while you're there checking out how awesome I look in workout gear, you should donate. Every little bit counts. I know it's an overused saying, but it's true. Just go with it.

I promise baby Jesus will love you more.

Even though I hate this holiday,

and told him not to, I still came to work and found these waiting for me.
He's good.

Vision impairments.

It is now almost 7pm and I can finally see. It made walking 10 blocks back to work more interesting along with doing research for images.

Besides the fun questions due to the use of indoor sunglasses. "Late night last night?" No, I'm actually on LSD right now, my pupils are huge and you look like a dragon.

Remind me never to schedule an eye doctor appointment for lunch ever again.

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Pick an identity and go with it already.

Seriously.

Where can I sign up?

What are you doing this weekend?

39 days.

My Half Marathon is 39 days away and I'm really far from my fundraising goal.

I debated about putting it up on my blog, but whatev. I'm getting really nervous now.

If you help donate, you can see pictures of me (for the 3 people who read this and don't know me personally. haha!) and check out the blog I have over there about running. If you want to be an even bigger sweetheart, you could link it to your blog if you want or have one. Every little bit helps and it's going to a really good cause. Not only are you helping cancer research, but you're also helping me quit smoking.

Is that enough incentive?

Don't make me pull out the puppy dog eyes, people. It will not be pretty.

Medal Envy

Setting: After a phone call talking about running with Fred, he set me pictures of his newest medal and last year's Rock-n-Roll Mardi Gras Marathon (which is happening again this weekend and I wish I could be there for)

Me: I have Medal Envy.

Fred: It's like penis envy, but harder.

An emojo convo

Dearest darlingest momsy and popsicle,

I would like to take this moment to thank you. Without you, today would not be as special as it is. I love you both with all my heart and could not have asked for better people to raise me. Thank you for making today possible and helping me grow into the person I have become.

With that being said, although I am super proud and amazed at your ability to grasp modern technology, it is still not appropriate to text message your oldest daughter happy birthday.

Just sayin.
xoxo

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Addicted, I tell you.

So I've been bummed all week that I won't get to run the race in Brooklyn this weekend due to a wedding I will be attending. Not even the thought of an open bar and cute groomsmen helped ease the sadness of having to wait another week to get another bib number.

BUT I just found out the hotel we are staying at has a gym.
YaY! I feel better.

My next thought? WHO IS THIS PERSON?!

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He.

He sets an alarm every morning just to tell me I'm beautiful.

He serenades me through skype.

He tells me when I'm being stupid, childish, or grumpy.

He asked to be my Valentine over a month early just to make sure no one else would.

He also lives half a country away.

This will not end well.

Carb loading.

Not that it stopped me before, but it's always nice to have an excuse to eat pizza often.

Office Party

"I wanna sex you up" should never be a song played.
Just sayin.

1 of the handfuls.

I just got finished making fun of my friend for wearing 2 pairs of pants all winter season. And this is what I get. Guess who's rockin half her closet and a small animal on her body today?

Waiting.

Stylish Blogger Award.

So Rachel gave me this fabulous award and seeing as it was days ago, I probably don't deserve it. But here it goes. 7 Things about me.

1. I love my job. I love what I get to do everyday. I love the people I work with. I love the location. I never thought I would get to say that. It's kind of mind blowing for me. I never thought I'd get to be that person and I'm so amazed I achieved it. I wish I could share the wealth and have more people doing what they love because it's an amazing feeling.

2. On that note, I love running. Another thing I never thought I would say. Even though I hate that my knees kill me after, I still love it. When they say running is all mental, I fully believe it. It's a great feeling knowing I'm mentally strong enough to accomplish this. It's just frustrating waiting for my body to catch up.

3. I hate my handwriting. I used to have such pretty handwriting when I was paying attention and writing it carefully. But when I'm not it's just so messy. I need to work on that. Everything is so digital that it's not something someone does everyday anymore. That's kind of sad if you think about it. I heard a rumor they might take out learning script in schools. That makes me even more sad. What is this world coming to?

4. I am brutal to headphones. I have at least 5 pairs of skullcandy earbuds and I am constantly mailing them back (lifetime warranty!) because I have no idea what I do to them but they always break. I think I need to start using my big DJ headphones but I don't think I'm cool enough for that.

5. My feet sweat a lot. Clearly I'm running out of things about me yall haven't already heard or figured out. This fact was just brought to my attention due to all the running I've been doing but it's always been that way I just never paid attention. It's kind of annoying but whatever. I discovered wool socks (as apposed to the dry-fit ones) and I'm kind of in love. If they weren't $14 a friggin PAIR, I'd wear them all the time.

6. On the note of socks, I purposely mismatch them. Why? I don't know. It entertains me while I'm folding laundry. Plus it makes life easier when you lose one.

7. I just discovered how convenient redbox is and it made last weekend being couch ridden (damn you, knees!), that much more awesome. I finally saw Sex and The City 2, Easy A and Going the Distance, all for $3! I think I might go rent Despicable Me in preparation for Saturday's 6-7 miler. Clearly I haven't been to the movies in a longggg time. But can you blame me with the bedbug epidemic?

Whew. That was kind of hard but YaY! Now you know more about me and my exciting life.

If you are reading this please please please consider yourself stylish and consider this me giving it to you. I'm not sure who is still reading or even still blogging so don't be offended, I'm not being lazy (or maybe I am), just do it!

Yogatone, my ass.

There was absolutely nothing yoga going on in that class. I left a lot less mentally sound than when I got there. That is false advertising, people.

There was a schizophrenic aerobic instructor that involved a ball, a step, and weights. I said oh hell no. I know my coordination skills and they do not extend to that. Me hurting myself and not getting to run my Half flashed before my eyes, so I stayed grounded. I finished the class but I won't be making that mistake again.

As I train on my off days in the gym, I'm slowly noticing gym people and runners are two completely different breeds of animal. I might be crazy for training in the winter but at least I dont need to take double my anxiety medication afterwards. Lord have mercy.

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Why I'm going to the gym.

That and I'm bored out of my mind. A 3 day weekend is great but I don't know what to do with myself if I'm not super busy.

Finish lines, medals and smoking. Oh My!

I'm infatuated with running.

I know. Did you ever think you'd hear that come from me? I'm in as much shock as you are and so are my knees. I'm having such a great time doing it with Team in Training that I've become obsessed. I think I was spoiled with being back for only a week from the holidays, I ran my first 5 mile race. That finish line is addicting, people. I think they lace it with crack. It's such an amazing feeling. I can't even explain it. The fact that I'm in a better mood and my ass looks even better in my skinny jeans doesn't hurt either.

For instance, today I am looking up Half Marathons I can run after my big New York Half in March (that is assuming I am going to ever get back to walking normally. I did 6 miles yesterday and I'm just able to get off of the couch today.) I promised Fred last year I would be able to do the Disneyworld Half this year and seeing as I wasn't trained yet, I didn't rock it. But next year- I will get that Donald Duck medal! We are even talking about the Half in Disneyland, too. Of course, we cannot forget about the Crescent City Classic. It's a 10K but I feel that it's a right of passage for every New Orleanian to do once, so I think I'm going home for that. There are just so many to chose from. . . The Philly Rock-n-Roll Half? Rhode Island? So many races, so little funds.

Yes, I see the big pink elephant in the room and I will now address it. Yes, I'm still smoking (please don't tell any of my teammates. We are raising money for cancer for goodness sake! It's blood cancer, but still) but I have cut back tremendously. I can't smoke before I work out, so I have to leave adequate amount of time for that, so that cuts back a lot, especially since I've been training almost every night of the week. For example, Saturday morning I woke up at 7am but did not have my first cigarette until 1pm. Damn impressive, if you ask me. So, I guess I might as well admit, I'm thinking about stopping (notice, I said stop not quit). Don't get all excited and supportive yet (That never makes me feel better so save your congratulations for my running), you better believe if it continues not to interfere, I will still have my victory cigarette.

So, where does that leave this blog? I know I don't talk about smoking that often here, but it's still in the name. Maybe I'll have to change the name, but that thought scares me more than not smoking. We shall see. For now, I'm going to try to keep my running talk to a minimum. I am documenting it all on my Fundraising page. For those who want to keep up with it and/or donate, email me and I can send you the link.

Til then, stay tuned.

The only downfall of working in Union Square.

All the shopping.

In this silence, I believe.

Guess who's going to see this amazing lady tonight?

And because this puts me in such a good mood, I will give New York some love. Thanks for never disappointing me in the concert department. As long as the show doesn't get cancelled due to all this snow- Thanks. You make my heart happy.

I ran a 5K last night, so lets hope I stay awake long enough to enjoy this amazing opportunity.

In a google search, I found this amazing music mash up (I don't know how to link it in, so if you have a second you should click over there.) Trent, Sarah and Snap? Holy Awesome 90s, Batman!

I'm active like that.

Forgot to mention I'm training for the NYC Half Marathon. Along the way, we will be participating in races. This is my first one. More on this later (if I haven't died half way down the course.)

Flattery will get you everywhere.

On days when I feel like all I do is recycle other people's designs, it's nice to hear that other designers in the office talk positively about me and my work.

Im awesome.
(ps- have y'all heard that song yet? It's funny. YouTube it.)

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The corner of 23rd and hell

But it's so pretty.

Disaster waiting to happen

Who wants to place bets I use the regular blue pen on my tablet by the end of the day?

My favorite kissable lip enhancers.

What? They were having a sale.

2010

Even though my 2010 wasn't that bad, this is still really (true) funny.

A sweet start.

Happy New Year!