Weekend Wrap-Up: Super Bowl 50

Good Monday morning! I’m stranded down here at my dad’s house due to a poorly forecasted snowstorm and currently writing this Super Bowl re-cap post in front of the fireplace with a pug at my feet, keeping my toes warm. Jealous? You should be. Lets get right into it then, shall we? ūüôā


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So, how about those Broncos?! Er, I think I can speak for all¬†of us here in New England when I say that none of us Pats fans tuned in last night to cheer on¬†Peyton Manning or Cam Newton. If your team isn’t playing in the Super Bowl (which, here in Patriot Nation, is very out of the ordinary!), you tuned in to Super Bowl 50 to see what crazy ensemble¬†Lady Gaga was gonna wear to sing the national anthem or to check out that ‘hot ref’ that quickly blew up Twitter. Both of which¬†did not disappoint.

However, my family and I got together mainly for food, fun and camaraderie. But¬†we gleefully watched as the ever¬†dapper Tom Brady represented his THREE Super Bowl MVP wins in the pre-game ceremonies. Despite being¬†boo-ed, Tom kept his class-act composure. And I don’t think anyone can argue that he looked handsome as hell. Bravo, Tom. You couldn’t silence¬†the haters with your plays on the field, might as well do so off¬†the field with your impeccable sense of style.


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The majority¬†of the members of our little Super Bowl get-together¬†were pumped for the commercials. And, as a pug-loving family we’re always hoping the breed makes an appearance. Props to Mountain Dew and #puppymonkeybaby for giving us the fix we were looking for. Weird, quirky and slightly creepy? Yes. But adorable nonetheless? Absolutely.


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Personally, I tuned in mainly for the halftime show. Not to see Coldplay or Bruno Mars. Oh no. I¬†sat through the first two quarters of the game patiently awaiting¬†#BeyonceBowl. And she most certainly did not disappoint! During her performance, my stepbrother’s girlfriend asked if she ever wears pants. I kindly replied, “If you had legs like that, would you ever wear pants?” Yea, I didn’t think so.

Aside from her legs, her voice and choreography and overall performance were on point. She even made a near-fall appear¬†seamless…without missing a goddamn beat. Oh Queen Bey, you are my idol.


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And I can’t forget to address The Formation¬†world tour announcement. It was like Christmas had come early. Or late. Depending on how you look at it, I suppose. Either way, I’m gonna need to request Friday, June 3rd off. Pleaseandthankyou.

As fired up as I was after Mrs. Jay-Z’s performance, I became even more fiery¬†after seeing Bud Light’s new ad campaign, “Raise One to Right Now”.


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Raise One to Right Now?! Right Now?¬†Right Now!¬†Bud Light, this is MY line, MY idea, MY brand I was hoping to build! It’s¬†the whole premise of this blog – my journey through life as I come¬†to terms with the fact that¬†right now is right on time. It’s on my homepage. A home page¬†I customized myself. I¬†carefully and thoughtfully placed these words in the ‘tagline’ section so it would appear under the ‘site title’ and as I did so, I was so proud that I was finally learning how to navigate WordPress.

Hurt feelings and all, I quickly fired off a couple several¬†texts to the two souls that know this site exists explaining how¬†I couldn’t believe¬†Bud Light stole my line and how everyone was going to think I copied their slogan for the premise of my¬†blog AND how I can’t believe this is happening. Like I had hoped, they quickly talked me down. “You’re so much better than Bud Light”, one said. “Not the same don’t worry”, said the other. Either way…Bud Light, it’s on. I hardly think you and your million dollar company have to be worried about my little ‘ol blog site offering any competition. And¬†so I’m sure that both of our ‘campaigns’ can peacefully coexist. But I’m watching you.

For the remainder of the afternoon, you can find me snowed-in raising one to right now. And quickly attempting to figure out how to trademark my ideas. Cheers to that.

Pug Love

A couple of weeks ago my dad and stepmother travelled to Florida for their yearly vacation. Coincidentally, my brother and his girlfriend (who lives fairly close to my dad) were also traveling to Costa Rica for the week. So, that left me as the next, most qualified person to watch their two high-maintenance, geriatric pugs РBubba and Missy.

Bubba and Missy are two of the most lovable, docile creatures you have ever met. They have been to my apartment in the city for a week once before. However, they were much younger, less blind and way more spry. I was also living with someone at the time, so there was an extra pair of hands on deck. Because I love them so much, nobody had to twist my arm to watch them, but I knew this time was going to be a lot more work and a lot more accommodation. So I took a week of vacation time and prepared for their drop-off on Saturday morning. Once my dad left, they looked up at me with the most pathetic little faces. And they were for sure, all sorts of mixed up.


However, they know me very well so it didn’t take long (about 1 hour) for them to settle in and get comfortable enough to urinate¬†on my bedskirt. Perfect. I was beginning to wonder how the hell I was going to do this all week.

Our first adventure was to head to my friend Julie’s house to watch the New England Patriots playoff game. She had invited me over earlier in the week but I explained I would have¬†not one, but two, four-legged friends in tow. “Why don’t you just bring them? They are pretty low key, right?” Low key? They are thirteen years old. All they know is low key. So I bought my low key friends¬†a couple of Patriots bandanas, packed them up in the car and off we went.¬†The Pats won¬†but Bubba was particularly¬†unimpressed.


As luck would have it, on Monday morning, Boston got approximately 4-5 inches of snow. This caused even more confusion for the already confused, non-city-dwelling pugs on¬†their individual trips outside. That’s right…individual trips outside. I had to carry each of them separately down the stairs outside to do their business (4-5 times a day)¬†because neither of them could make it up¬†(or down) on their own. Silver lining: I met my goal of 10,000 steps almost every day that week.

Here’s a fun fact: pugs are often¬†called Velcro dogs. Why? Because they never. ever. leave your side. And these two buggers are certainly no exception. When they chose a spot to lay down next to me, it was done in a methodical way so that they would¬†know if I decided to¬†take a call/send a text/sneeze/move/breathe. You get the idea.



Over the¬†next several days I spent 24/7 with these guys. They would not let me out of their sight.¬†Their entire world, everything they knew, had been turned upside down and I was the only thing that was still¬†familiar to them. It was quite pitiful and my heart broke for them. I knew my dad would be back to pick them up on Saturday morning…but they didn’t. And there was no way I could explain it¬†to them. So together the three of us made the most of it…spending the majority of our nights doing what pugs do best: snuggling.


Despite some accidents (read: multiple poops in the kitchen), a couple of 2am wake-ups so they could have a drink of water and a coating of pug hairs on the surface of everything throughout my entire apartment, I was sad to see them go. For those seven days, having two living, breathing creatures that were completely dependent on me, gave me purpose and responsibility. I am not in any rush to get one of my own, but I would definitely take them again for the week. Their snuggles helped heal my heart and those two little balls of fur totally helped pull me out of the funk I was in.

Well…I’m sure the wine helped too.


The Real Nurse Jackie

If you know me, or you are new to the blog (wait a minute.¬†everyone is “new to the blog” at this point. ha!) and you happened to read the ‘About Me’ section, you would know that I am a registered nurse. I work in an¬†ICU at one of the major medical centers here in Boston. I often get the whole¬†“You’re a nurse? Wow, that must be so rewarding!” spiel¬†when I’m introduced to someone new. Most of the time I’ll play along, smile politely and give an enthusiastic, “It really is!” Ugh <eye roll>, because¬†that is soooo not how I feel.¬†And, depending on whether or not I’ve had a glass of wine or two, I might rattle off how very rewarding it feels to have¬†your patient spit at you or to be unable to appropriately¬†care for your patients due to unsafe staffing levels. But like I said, I usually only go there if I’ve had two three glasses of wine.

Clearly,¬†I don’t consider myself to be the dedicated, Florence Nightingale, I’m-in-this-to-help-people kind of nurse. Ironically, my nursing practice somewhat resembles Jackie Peyton, the character portrayed in¬†Showtime’s Nurse Jackie – ummm, minus the drug problem OBVIOUSLY! But, in all seriousness, Edie Falco’s¬†portrayal of Nurse Jackie is so spot on. Jackie¬†is always striving to give¬†the best, most compassionate care possible¬†while the health care system around her is essentially crumbling. She delivers her compassionate¬†care with¬†quick wit and a tell-it-like-it-is attitude. And that¬†is right up my alley.

Now hear me out, and most definitely do not¬†get the wrong idea. I am an incredible nurse and I know my co-workers, patients and my patient’s¬†families will vouch for that. If you land in my ICU, on my assignment, I will nurse the shit out of you or your loved one. These days, however, my heart just isn’t in it like it used to be.

There are mornings I leave my unit feeling defeated, because despite my best efforts my patient didn’t make it. Other times, I leave work and I feel completely bored¬†because my patient’s condition did not¬†require me to use any of my critical thinking skills.¬†In a profession that is so incredibly demanding – physically, mentally, emotionally and academically – it’s not hard to understand¬†why there is such a thing as nursing ‘burn out’. However, I just didn’t think it would happen to me this soon.

In order to quell these uneasy feelings, I¬†often contemplate¬†changing ICUs to care for a different patient population, going back to school and becoming an NP, cutting my hours to 36, rotating onto the day shift, taking up travel nursing…and yet, I’ve done none of them. Yet.

Maybe it’s because¬†there are those rare mornings¬†I leave my¬†unit¬†feeling really rewarded. Maybe because I had an appreciative patient or family member. Maybe the work sucked, but my co-workers who were working with me¬†made the night incredible. Maybe during my 12-hour shift, with the collaboration of physicians and respiratory therapists and my amazing nursing coworkers, maybe…just maybe…my patient actually got better. Those mornings are my favorite. And those are the mornings that keep me¬†coming back for more.

Alright, maybe I do still have a little Florence Nightingale left in me…but don’t tell anyone.


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Hello, February!


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Wow. So it’s February.¬†Yikes. That went quick.

Gosh, I took a bit of a hiatus there for the month of January! I now understand why, when one takes a blog class, the teacher recommends not sharing your site with anyone until you have at least three months of content!¬†In full disclosure, my heart took a bit of a beating over Christmas…and New Year’s…and actually well into January. I just didn’t feel up to writing or toying around with this site…or doing anything that didn’t involve work, sleep¬†or Bravo! However,¬†after several days (and nights) in bed, way too much¬†reality television, a week of babysitting (er, dog sitting) the two most endearing geriatric pugs and lots of support, love and advice from all my friends, I’m ready to get back at this.

A couple weeks ago, I signed up for¬†a class on WordPress at the¬†Boston Center for Adult Education. That probably sounds really dorky, and it kind of is. But, since I’m known to my close friends as a bit of a ‘mathlete’, it seemed appropriate to get a little formal education on the program – um, and the class was half off…no brainer. All kidding aside, I do feel as though¬†I’m finally getting the hang of navigating and designing this site and it’s starting to come together and have the look in envisioned. And I quite frankly, I’m loving it!

As I’m sure you¬†know, the month of February is notorious for hearts, love and¬†Valentine’s. That is all fine and great if you’re in a relationship or have a special someone to share the Hallmark holiday with. If not, it’s nauseating, a wee bit painful and usually generates lots of eye rolls (oh, that’s just me? Oh, ok.) Buuuuuuut, I’m not going to be a ¬†bitter asshole about it. Because no one likes a bitter asshole. Instead, I’m going to practice some self-love this month. I’m going to give my own heart the love, attention and TLC it needs and deserves. Just a head’s up: that might include more reality television in bed…but we shall see¬†‚̧