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giving tuesday…

December 1, 2015

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today, tuesday, december 1st, 2015 has been designated giving tuesday; a reprieve amidst all the frenzy and hysteria brought to us from the last four days of being told we must

BUY!

BUY!

BUY!

BUY!

truth be told i’d rather be gifted a full day, with a free u-haul, and free manual labor to unload all the STUFF i don’t need or use in my house. {what DO people do with their old cd’s?} i’m on such a constant drop off at the salvation army, the boys in unloading and i follow each other on instagram.

i’m hoping my little person gets my genetic, anti-hoarding gene. she wants for nothing and couldn’t be happier playing with a wash cloth and wooden spoon.

come christmas, we will not be wasting money on gifts for her when she wouldn’t know this year’s must-have toy from her diaper wipes.

having a little one has illuminated my awareness at how much we truly have, and also how much so many go without; this disparity makes for uneasy sleeping.

when it comes to receiving holiday gifts, i’m asking my generous, gift giving, loved ones to save their money and not get me a thing.

but if they do feel the need to give; i’m asking that they give cash to a charity of their choice, donate time to a local shelter, or fill up an empty, old backpack with toiletries, food, etc. and keep it in their car to give to a homeless person {i’ve done this twice now and it’s super easy.}

 sadly, we have to be careful when donating to a charity these days. check to make sure that most of their funding is going toward the concern you’re choosing to support; unfortunately advertising, marketing, branding, and salaries can take a chunk of your donation.

here are a few of my favorite places to donate my time and money:

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fact: over 8,000 veterans commit suicide every year.

22 until none is committed to ending veteran suicide “one step at a time.”

with only a staff of volunteers, 22 until none is offering assistance to our veterans in every capacity they can: financial assistance, VA benefits help, aid in transition back to civilian life, wellness services, camaraderie, and a 24/7 crisis hotline.

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i’m actually riding, in a crazy, fun, blow-your-mind, spin class to help raise money for this cause on sunday if you care to join…

my dearest and first girl crush, misha nesselrod, is having her birthday party at grit cycle, this sunday at 12pm. we will dance our faces off, under the fierce and beautiful leadership of dani– {another girl crush,} and also raise money to end veteran suicide.

it’s only $75 to reserve a bike.

a great time for a great cause for a great girl.

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staying with the theme of the spin bike, i can personally attest to magnificent work of cycle for survival, a ride where EVERY SINGLE DOLLAR raised, goes toward cancer research at memorial sloan kettering. i was lucky enough to lead one of these rides a couple of years back, but pregnancies have kept me sidelined ever since. i’m happy to announce i will be back on the microphone on march 6th, 2016 {more information to come.}

i encourage you to join a team or make a donation.

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close to FIVE children die, every day, at the hand of child abuse.

FIVE.

every day.

 child help is committed to stop this deplorable statistic.

child help came into my life last year, courtesy of my dear mrs. burns- the stories and data i learned that day still haunt me.

the child help approach focuses on prevention and intervention.

over 9 million children have felt the impact of child help.

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i could dedicate an entire month, year, and blog to animal welfare and the charities that i love.

but if you were to ask me for only one animal charity to support it is the animal welfare institute.

simply put, the animal welfare institute is dedicated to reducing animal suffering caused by people.

they repeatedly receive an A+ rating from the national charity watch dogs and offer memberships as low as $10 a year.

for something more personal, your local animal shelter or nearest animal rescue {just google it} always welcomes gently used blankets, towels, leashes, bowel, toys, etc…typically we splurge on our four-legged babies more than we do ourselves; rather than throw away a perfectly good collar, donate it instead.

these are just a few of my favorites….now you tell me yours…where or who do you like to give to?

thank YOU for giving me YOUR time m’loves.

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it’s friday i’m in love…

August 28, 2015

 

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friday friendly skies to you m’loves.

i’m off on a jet-plane to belatedly ring in my girlfriend, jill grogg’s, 30th birthday.

the weekend promises laughter, love and diaper changes–we’ll have three infants in tow……six, counting our spouses.

here are a few other things i’m loving on this week:

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yumbutter.

kind of says it all right there.

yumbutter is a new almond butter i’ve been having “relations with” all week.

it’s made with freshly ground chia, hemp seed + goji.

it’s yum indeed and bonkers healthy for you.

even better, yumbutter is deliciously charitable.

with every yumbutter you buy, a malnourished child gets fed.

and on a more personal topic, i appreciate the squeeze-pouch dispenser–also known as the “no-katie-you-can’t-eat-it-all-in-one-sitting-with-a-spoon” jar.

although as i was uploading this photo i realized i could totally mainline it, reddi-whip can style.

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this cinnamon toast crunch ice cream needs to happen.

to me.

to you.

to one of us.

…and soon.

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it’s no secret i’m obsessed with, maybe still stuck in, the nineties.

case in point: the 90’s karma ride my partner-in-crime, leigh beach and i taught last month.

i didn’t have to buy one thing for my “costume;” including my beloved brenda walsh choker-an heirloom i hope to someday pass down to sweet sutton, once she’s come to appreciate all things darren star.

all the music i sourced was already on my every day playlist–listen below.

so anything 90’s related i’m a sucker for; especially this compilation of awesome red carpet nineties couples!!—{leigh, i think they need to add us..}

tell me kittens, what’s your favorite nineties tune?

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finally my hair.

i have new hair…and i LOVE it!

 laurie bernard one of the fabulous owners of holiday salon gave me the chop last week and i’m a new person!

screw losing the baby weight…..this feels so much better.

wishing you an insane in the brain weekend to you m’loves!

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sweet child o’mine

June 26, 2015

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 i’m officially 12 weeks into this whole motherhood gig.

the baby police have yet to take my little person away from me; although hunkiest and i did catch her the other night putting in a request for a transfer.

our sutton is slowly finding her groove.

her parents?

the jury is still out.

her preferred method of communication is still crying.

she LOVES to cry.

not that i expected sundown, elizabethan poetry recitals, but a taylor swift song, at least to break up the afternoon wailing and the midnight waterloos, would be nice once in a while.

the pediatrician assured me her fondness for gibber and grandstand for pop music will come soon enough.

we had her first shots on monday.

sutton barely winced.

her father and i, on the other hand, cried so hard we both vomited, needed a tight swaddle each for soothing, and were simultaneously breastfed by the nurse.

if it’s true the apple doesn’t fall far from the spin bike than baby girl’s first words will most likely be a profanity-laced casserole of expletives.

we’re taking bets on the following:

motherfucker, goddamnit, cock-sucker, or fuckyoufisherprice.

money is already stowed away for sutton’s future therapy bills, and i’ve cleared my schedule for the parent/teacher conferences coming my way.

while most moms are researching pre-schools and sleep-trainers {the best}, i’m getting her on the “list” for rehabs and military academies.

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i pretty much feel like i’m doing everything wrong….all. of. the. time.

from diapering to bedtime stories, {she’s more US WEEKLY than Vanity Fair,} i fall asleep counting the number of fails of the day rather than sheep.

even my “mommy” nightmares are wrong:

a girlfriend asked me if i was having the “standard,” pre-requisite-to-being-a-good-mother-nightmare:

where you’re dreaming that you’re “rolling over on your baby in bed and smothering her?”

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um, that would be a “no.”

yes, i am having this re-occurring nightmare

and it IS absolutely terrifying.

we’re talking cold sweats, screams, and a fear of falling asleep at night.

but instead of harming my sweet baby, i dream that i still haven’t been asked to my jr. prom, and all of my friends already have dates.

so we know where MY priorities lie.

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luckily for my own, my husband’s, and my daughter’s sanity, i went back to work last week.

it’s definitely a lighter schedule than i’m used to, but it’s enough so that i’m getting my brain wrapped around things besides sleep schedules and formula ounces.

although i worked out until the day i delivered it was at a much lighter intensity; my workouts feel hard, but SO SO good!

i gained 40lbs with my pregnancy; 17 of which still hasn’t come off.

i used to wear boyfriend jeans. now i wear these-are-why-your-boyfriend-broke-up-with-you jeans.

funny though, for all the crazy body image issues i’ve dealt with in my life, this is the least i’ve cared about how i look, how much i weigh, or how much i’ve worked out for the week.

i’m just so grateful to FEEL good again {after a wretched pregnancy,} and to have a healthy, beautiful baby girl.

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so let’s talk about that girl.

my girl.

my girl with the birthday cake breath.

 yes she likes to cry.

but i, of course, think it’s the prettiest cry in the land, like a choir of forest fairies lullabying the violets and dandelions to sleep for the night.

when she’s overly exhausted, you can hear heartbreak in her cry. it brings me to tears; like when nina simone laments over lost love, or when i discover i’m out of coffee.

no, she doesn’t always sleep through the night.

in fact, she’s sometimes partial to the every 45 minute dance party–especially between the hours of 11pm and 4am.

my under-eye dark circles have become my new, signature “look.”

one day i will miss these middle of the night wake-up calls: that gummy smile, those eyes so bright and sparkly they light up her pitch-black nursery, buckling my knees with a love i’m convinced can solve all of the world’s problems.

forget drones and peace talks……i dare ANYONE to have hate in their heart after a baby looks you square in the eye, and cups your cheek for comfort.

or try being angry when the dead-weight, sack of flour, of a newborn naps in the crook of your neck.

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other than this new mammal under our roof, things are pretty much the same.

our beasts still run the show, and we just pay their mortgage; in no way have are they in second place.

i’m still not ready to talk about the “game of thrones” finale so let’s just leave it that.

i wouldn’t take any book recommendations from me for a while—i’m only trying to read books where i don’t have to think, cry, or care about anyone in them—so pretty much kathie lee gifford and i have started our own book club.

my fantasies these days aren’t of white sand beaches or first class to morocco—lately i’d give my left foot for an ativan sandwich and 4 hours of uninterrupted sleep.

i have NO idea what this season’s summer sandal or IT-bag is…my accesories of late consist of spit-up and my night-guard; anything and EVERYTHING to ensure that i will never get pregnant again.

we are DONE.

one and DONE.

so who sutton looks like?

 she is the carbon copy of me as a baby except without any eyebrows…we’re hoping misha nesselrod will soon come to her rescue.

although, if you ask my mother, she says {and i quote} “sutton looks like axl rose after he gained all of that weight.

?!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!

so there you have it.

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according to my mother folks, that’s my baby ⬆︎.

and yes, grandma {aka “gigi”} is no longer babysitting for us.

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so as i wrap up this post, over the internet and television, breaking news is coming in that the united states supreme court has made the landmark ruling to provide same-sex couples with the right to marry in all 50 states.

i hope my computer doesn’t short out from the tears flooding down my face into my keyboard.

this is not hormonal emotion, this is human elation.

long overdue, but a welcome decision—it’s still hard to wrap my brain around the fact that people who love each other need the government’s permission…but that’s another post…

i am euphoric for my friends, my family, my daughter, and my fellow americans, gay and straight.

we have taken a supreme court step towards a more tolerant and loving society.

this is a great day.

friday-equality-for-all-to you m’loves!

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