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Lose Yourself II
June 7th, 2011
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Author: First off though. Why take the test again? He got in… right? Right. Well, in true “Lose Yourself” fashion, you don’t just take a test once, brush your hands off, straighten your collar, and call it a day. You take it one, two, 3, 4, 5 times. You take it until your fingers bleed, and there is no lead left in your pencils. Wait a second… Stop. I was being over-dramatic. Seriously, Foodie, I am glad you got in, and admire your tenacity in taking the test twice. However, two times is plenty. Let’s stop at that. You have already deemed yourself worthy of Lose Yourself II. Anyway, I am sure you will have plenty of opportunities during your next three years in law school to continue to do so… [ Read the full article ] »
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Lose Yourself, Take Two
Look, if you had one shot, or one opportunity
To seize everything you ever wanted in one moment
Would you capture it or just let it slip?
His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There’s vomit on his sweater already, mom’s spaghetti
He’s nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready to drop bombs,
but he keeps on forgettin what he wrote down,
the whole crowd goes so loud
He opens his mouth, but the words won’t come out
He’s choking how, everybody’s joking now
The clock’s run out, time’s up over, bloah!
Snap back to reality, Oh there goes gravity
Oh, there goes Rabbit, he choked
He’s so mad, but he won’t give up that
Easy, no
He won’t have it , he knows his whole back’s to these ropes
It don’t matter, he’s dope
He knows that, but he’s broke
He’s so stagnant that he knows
When he goes back to his mobile home, that’s when it’s
Back to the lab again yo
This whole rhapsody
He better go capture this moment and hope it don’t pass him [ Read the full article ] »
A Journey Home
But there was no home. Was there? Was home my old bedroom in my parents’ house blanketed by year’s past dusty memorabilia? Or was home that messy, cramped NYC apartment I shared with a roommate I couldn’t stand? [ Read the full article ] »
Accepted
Hey, I’ll be the first to admit it. At age fourteen, when I found out I was cast as the lead in The Little Match Girl, of course I was thrilled to have the chance to fulfill my performance dreams. However, I am sure my reaction was not without, “Wow… They picked me! Out of everyone who auditioned… they picked me!”
Whether you were picked for the sports team, hired for the job, admitted into the program, or chosen to be the lead in a show, what you now have is an opportunity. [ Read the full article ] »
“Getting Our Garden On”
Take Time to Smell the Flowers
Foodie’s New Health Kick
Here’s a little eye candy for you…
I am one lucky lady. Every night around 8:00pm I sneak downstairs and get a peak of a sweaty, shirtless Foodie working-out! Sure, things have been good lately. But it is moments like these when I take a deep breath and sigh, “Thank you Lord! Can it get any better than this?…”
Yup, Foodie has begun a new work-out regimen. Ok, well, it has only been about two weeks. But, as you all know, this guy does everything hard-core. So, of course exercise is no exception. To top it off, Joe has been eating really healthy lately. He is eating my non-fat yogurt, omega-3 eggs scrambled in grape seed oil with spinach, raw almonds and dried mango slices, and drinking green tea sweetened with agave nectar. Now, if all this is not enough for you, last night, when I took a little ice cream and offered some to Joe, he responded, “no thank you,” and instead prepared himself a piece of papaya. Yup, seriously. Maybe finally my good habits are starting to rub off on him…
Sticking with this theme… Last night, when I asked Joe, “What do you want for dinner tomorrow?” he presented me with the recipe, “Chicken, Green Bean, Corn and Farro Salad with Goat Cheese” from his epicurious.com recipe-box treasure trove. Although my initial response was, “eh,” after listening to a five minute sales pitch of the nutritional value of farro, I decided to give it a try. Hey, if Foodie wants healthy, I am for sure going give it to him… [ Read the full article ] »
“I’m in the Mood for…Cake!”
This Sunday morning I woke up in the mood to have a little fun. Ok, I’ll be honest with you. I was filled to the brim, completely saturated and satiated with all that “healthy,” “nutritious and delicious” stuff. I wanted to make a cake… a real one, made with real sugar, butter, flour, etc. Can you blame me? Sure, I pride myself on discipline and restraint, opting daily for carrot sticks in place of chips, fat free yogurt instead of ice cream, and raw almonds as my mid-day snack. However, I am not a nun. Yup, even good girls like to have some fun once in a while.Vanilla Buttercream Frosting
Yup, I kept my distance from this part. Did this devoted wife feel a tinge of guilt, pulling her husband away from his studies, even if only for thirty minutes? Uh….well… the second I asked, “Joe, would you mind making the icing?” he sprung from his seat, dropped his books, notebook, lab-top, rolled up his sleeves, washed his hands and made his way to the kitchen faster than a speeding bullet. So, the answer is “no,” I did not feel any guilt.
Tags: Happy Valentine’s Day
In case you haven’t checked the “about Marney” section on my blog, I want to share with you this excerpt:
“During our first date, I casually mentioned (to Joe) that I was living in a sublet, and had an empty fridge. Joe said, “That is such a coincidence” explaining that he was moving to another apartment and needed a place to store “a few” things. The following day Joe showed up at my small sublet with enough food to fill an entire grocery store…”
Anyway, what I didn’t mention then was that Joe also showed up with a flower. At the time, the simple gesture meant a lot to me. Perhaps it was a symbol of attraction, intrigue and interest… [ Read the full article ] »
