Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Perhaps I wasn't so clear when I said Chrissy & Selene sang "happy baby" as some of you thought it was "happy b-day" written wrong.
No, it's not my birthday.
The song was have a happy baby. Like hoping my kid comes out happy.
Confusing still?

No comment.

At my dentist, & the nurse thinks...

Happy baby to you (me)

I am, without a doubt, the luckiest person.

Last night I was sung to with a plate of baby cupcakes and candles and able to make the best wish as I blew them out.
If you've never heard Chrissy sing "happy baby to you" you've definitely not lived.

I know I've said this before but I have to take this opportunity to talk about 2 amazing people: Chrissy and Selene.

It truly feels like I've known these gorgeous souls for centuries, when the fact is I've had them in my life for under 2 years. I feel so connected to the two of them, protective over them and madly, passionately grateful for their friendship.

Sometimes in life you are given a chance to give love to someone in need and it's appreciated. Other times you are not appreciated at all. Which, in turn, can make anyone feel weak and defeated. With these two I'm constantly feeling like any bit of love I give I immediately get back. In fact I'm constantly wishing I could give them both more. Wishing I could thank them enough and do what they do for me.
There's a lot to be said about friends that laugh when you laugh and cry when you cry - unfortunately I don't know how to express properly what this connection of emotions means to me. But I will say this as simply as possible: I am so thankful.

And I wish everyone in the world had such true, deep support - sad tears would be shed less.

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

To Taloo, my fattest best friend

pics from here.
Lady Taloo,
Some friends for you - to make you happy and smile.
I miss you little one. I promise to come see you Friday!

zac posen is in love

meat lovers

Thanks to Elliot for this AMAZING picture!
I am truly in heaven each day as more and more people send me heart photos. It means people are noticing, it means there's more love. And those two things make me infinitely happy.
And I love to be happy. So thank you!


My girlfriend Samantha had her baby!

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Samantha and Ryan Mollett's baby Sasha.

It's a Girl!

Samantha and Ryan Mollett welcome baby Sasha
Tuesday, September 29, 2009

(NEW YORK) InStyle may have to add a new honorary name to its masthead. Samantha Mollett, the magazine's senior market editor, and her husband, Ryan Mollett, welcomed their first child on Sunday morning. Alexandra Evangeline Mollett, who will be called "Sasha," was born at 7:10 a.m. on September 27, weighing in at 7 pounds, 4 ounces. "Everyone's doing great!" proud mama says.

since times are tough...



thanks to Lauren for sending this to me - I hope the right people read it and let it effect them

Happy people generally are more forgiving, helpful, and charitable, have better self-control, and are more tolerant of frustration than unhappy people, while unhappy people are more often withdrawn, defensive, antagonistic, and self-absorbed.

Gretchen Rubin’s forthcoming book The Happiness Project

i've fallen in love with the Rachel Zoe Project....

Nothing makes happier than Monday's now...
this spoof is hilarious. Genius. But wont be understood unless you watch Rachel's show....

Patience. A really random thought...


From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

is the state of endurance under difficult circumstances, which can mean persevering in the face of delay or provocation without becoming annoyed or upset; or exhibiting forbearance when under strain, especially when faced with longer-term difficulties. It is also used to refer to the character trait of being steadfast. Antonyms include hasty and impetuous.
See also: Self control#

I woke up thinking about a really special time of my life - the summer between my freshman and sophomore years of college. I was living at home after the most spectacular year of being away at UNH and having the best time being with my parents.
My best friends - Lobo, Tara, Kate, Kelly - were all close by, all of us working totally random jobs.
I had a position as a teacher at a school for mentally and physically challenged kids, the children in my classroom ranged from 3 to 7 years old.
To say it was an easy job would be like saying working at a candy store isn't tempting. It was tough to the point of tears on some days. But each day was a lesson for me - I learned the severe issues of our system in NY state. I learned the effects of drugs on kids with ADHD, I learned how little it takes to love another human being to make them even just a bit happier. but mostly, that summer was about learning patience.
I think I was born with an ability to deal with people/things/situations that would drive others to insanity.
I can sit in traffic for hours without it bothering me one bit. I find interest in long lines, in selfish people, in a lack of awareness. I find goodness where others find annoyance.
That summer, as I worked with a little boy just diagnosed with turrets and day after day, hour after hour sat with him trying to calm his nerves and reason with why, maybe he was facing this horrid disease, I learned to count my blessings. As I sat day after day with a 7 year old named Emily, who had never spoken a single word and finally got her to speak as her (typically obnoxious, snobby) mom cried in my arms, I learned compassion and understanding.
But it was all about patience.
Looking back I was a 19 year old spending a summer waking up at 7am to spend the day testing my own patience. It was the best thing I could have done for myself.
I'm hoping, with all my might, I never lose that ability to stay calm and understanding. And I'm hoping even more than that for everyone around me to have the same patience. I think the world would be a grander place...but that's just my opinion....

Monday, September 28, 2009

T, we should make these

Loving the shabby chic feel of these lights. I'll find the crystals
and you find the old pipes.
My maternity leave will be full of making such things, come to NYC and
help/join me in the creation process.
Audrey can babysit while we hammer and drill.

everyone's got an opinion....

from molly....

"Hi there! Working w maggie today and this hole in the back of her shirt is a heart! You might not see it but there is also an arrow through it!! I was dying and had to send to you! I also have another one in my comp you will love!"

bully baby love

a friend from work just sent this to me...her nephew with an adorable bully lover.
taloo, a boyfriend for you perhaps? but only if you lose those 8 pounds you've packed on this summer.....

birthday boy

I had the luck of being part of Ron's 60th birthday bash on Saturday night. It was another Hellman extravaganza. Seriously, that family knows how to host a party. I had an absolute blast, as did alllllllll involved.

Sunday, September 27, 2009

natalie spotted this heart yesterday. quite possibly the best heart ever found.
thank you N!!!

blue is the new black

So fascinating. I've had endless conversations with working friends of mine about this exact topic. Gals that live and breathe work and wouldn't know how to live a life without it, such as myself, this is truly for you...thoughts?

Saturday, September 26, 2009

"when love strikes you just don't know what hit you. your heart is knocked to a place it's never been before. and all you can think is "ahhhhh, I wish I had found this sooner."
via myheartstillisntwhole
I am simply loving this photo of the newlyweds - adam and mich - on their honeymoon in Italy.

More thoughts

Some seriously self reflection always does a body good.
Realizing more and more how it's actually ok to fall down once in a while. To let yourself feel the pain and worry and panic just a bit.
I went through so many years of my life holding so much in, pretending like it was all ok. When really I wasn't ok. I was suffering a heartache unlike anything I've ever felt, unlike anything I ever wish on anyone.
But the pain and the experience in general is what made me grow and open my eyes to this thing called life. And although there are days when I wonder how the hell I ended up where I am, when I could have been someplace else, deep within I feel so peaceful and aware.
I know a lot of you worry about me, I want you not to. I want you to feel confident that I am positive all is going to be good. I have full awareness and I wont let anyone or anything control me. I have the strength to do what's right.
My promise to you all. My promise to myself.

Friday, September 25, 2009

hearts from my walk home last night

hearts and love from sam, my old (amazing) intern

Hearts hot off the D&G runway

& cute Jean Paul Gautier Kids

the new director at gladstone gallery

such a man.

U2 pictures

This is kinda creepy. I was going through these photos and I was staring at the whole chunk towards the end of Bono with the circular mic. Then I spot it...a perfectly shaped heart made from a light on his left side, exactly where his heart is.
Creepy, beautiful, amazing. I'm in heart overload.
*YOU MUST click to enlarge to see it better*

I have to admit, these pictures are pretty sick. My camera did a really good job.

If there is a spot as peaceful as this, I have yet to find it.

My favorite place to decompress and become whole again.

NY couples have fewer 'split' ends Divorce dearth puzzle

I pulled this article By LEONARD GREENE from the NY Post. very interesting indeed....

Despite the hustle and bustle, and all the temptations that lurk in the Naked City, New York state had one of the lowest divorce rates in the nation last year, according to new Census figures.

Only New Jersey and North Dakota had rates lower than New York state's 8.4 percent divorce rate in 2008, a number that dropped even lower in Brooklyn, Queens and Staten Island.

Even Manhattan's 10 percent divorce rate was slightly lower than the national average of 10.7 percent.

In The Bronx, 9 percent of the residents were listed as divorced.

The county with New York's highest divorce rate was Chemung, in the Finger Lakes region, with 12 percent, but the population there is only about 2,700.


None of New York's counties even came close to the rate of the new divorce capital of America -- Wayne County, Ind., at 19.2 percent.

Analysts said the nation's poor economy has put more stress on husbands and wives.

Indiana has been hit hard by the collapse of the auto and manufacturing industries, and rural Wayne County'sunemployment rate is higher than that state's average.

But divorce lawyers like Daniel Clement were at a loss to explain why New York's rate wasn't higher, given the stresses that go hand in hand with living in the Big Apple.

"I find that somewhat surprising," said Clement, who just finished his first same-sex divorce case. "Life in New York is hard. I'm not sure what to make of it."

But before righteous New Yorkers plant their moral flags in the ground, there are several things they should consider.

For one, divorces in New York are harder to get than in many other states, where no-fault laws are on the books.

New York has fewer people per capita getting married in the first place, a statistic that would naturally keep the divorce rate down.

Even the statisticians who compiled the data aren't sure what it means yet.

The divorce rate, as newly defined by the Census Bureau, is the percentage of residents above the age of 15 who say they are divorced. That includes people who have been divorced for years or people who moved to a particular location after their marriages fell apart.

Since 2008 was the first year researchers collected information this way, there is no comparative data.

"It's a different methodological approach," said Diana Elliott, a family demographer in the bureau's Fertility and Family Statistics branch. "I think we'll see things in time."

One thing that's clear is that Nevada is hard on marriages, no matter how they compile the stats.

Nevada's 14.2 percent divorce rate was the highest in the country.

Lawyers there attribute the divorce rate to a myriad of distractions, from gambling to go-go girls.

But couples in Nevada need only live there six weeks before their marriages can be dissolved.

wishing I had a house

And that it looked like this.

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