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Apr 15, 10 11:10pm

I still get these every day …

(Because Prom King signed me up for them.)  They’re quite a lovely way to start your morning.

This one really resonated with me … especially the line “If you have to hide yourself to get what you want, do you really even want it?”

THE DAILY MOTIVATOR
Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Be the real you
+++++++++++++++++++

Let life know who you are. If you have to hide yourself to
get what you want, do you really even want it?

And while you’re at it, make sure you let yourself know who
you are. Be absolutely honest and authentic, especially with
yourself.

It’s easy to get what you want from life. The real difficult
and essential work is figuring out what that is.

If you think it might be nice, that’s not enough. If it
looks good on somebody else, that’s not enough.

What you truly want is what you dearly love. It is something
that uniquely and elegantly expresses the real, live,
passionate person you are.

You cannot find that or follow it by pretending to be who
you’re not. Be the real you, all the time, and joyfully feel
the flow of your own great abundance.

Ralph Marston

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Mar 31, 10 11:46am

I wish I could say that, a week after we broke up, things are better.  They’re not.

Something else really, really crappy happened to me yesterday - I lost a fairly important deal - and I had (yet another) melt down.  Prom King, being the person he is, made sure I was okay … invited me over, talked with me, let me sleep at his place because he didn’t want me to have to be alone.

Did it make me feel better?  Sort of … But I have a feeling that seeing him might have - in the long run - actually made it worse.  All I wanted was for him to say “Let’s get back together,” and frankly, that’s not happening now, or anytime soon - or maybe ever.  So I woke up this morning feeling like a truck was sitting on my chest, made his bed like I always do, and started crying.  Lilly ran in from the other room to make sure I was okay … and I’d like to say that I was, but you know what?  I’m not.

But what does one after that point?  So I’m not okay.  What now??

I guess just try to get through the day.

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Mar 30, 10 2:02pm

I am …

studying all day for the GMAT today, although with the depressing New York rain and its accompanying chill-I-can’t-shake, all I really want to do is climb back into bed and nap.

I spent the morning at Kaplan with my tutor, who is a saint and never makes me feel stupid, which must take an incredible amount of effort on his part. ;) ha  He’s one of those brilliant traders for whom math is just a cinch, and that’s certainly never been the case with me.  That said, I’m surprised at how much easier everything is when you have someone patiently explaining it to you.  I wish I had thought of having math tutors when I was in high school, instead of attempting to work the crap out on my own (and failing, usually).

So, yes, I *am* taking the GMAT on Friday, which I didn’t want to tell anyone about, lest I bomb it, which is a distinct possibility.

And just because I’m taking the GMAT doesn’t mean I’m applying to business school.  I wanted to get it out of the way so if I DID choose to apply, I could.  So I’ve been taking classes and tutoring sessions on and off for the past three months.  I will say this: when I took my first online quant exam at Prom King’s parents’ place a few months back, I actually think I cried a little afterward, that’s how badly I fared.

It’s gotten better since then, thank god, but I still don’t have a ton of confidence in my abilities.  Which is why I’ll be non-stop studying this entire week, ugh. Okay.  Off to the flashcards …

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Mar 14, 10 7:25pm
Prom King is working today/tonight, so I’m home, trying to cross off a bunch of TO DOs from my ever-lengthy list. One of them is getting new KICKS.  Ever since my grandmother rocked Tretorns & a tennis skirt (she was a pro player for yearsssss), I’ve been into the look. The only question: to go all white, or to go with a punch of pink?

Prom King is working today/tonight, so I’m home, trying to cross off a bunch of TO DOs from my ever-lengthy list.

One of them is getting new KICKS.  Ever since my grandmother rocked Tretorns & a tennis skirt (she was a pro player for yearsssss), I’ve been into the look.

The only question: to go all white, or to go with a punch of pink?

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Mar 14, 10 10:47am
My Sunday morning began at 8 am (really 7 am, thanks daylight savings!) - when I dragged myself out of bed to get camera ready for an entertainment seg over at MSNBC.  I had crashed around 4:30 am, so let me tell you, that wasn’t a pleasant wake up call. I’m so rarely in town that on the weekends I don’t tend to do the usual “Saturday night” … um … partying?  I don’t know quite what to call it, even.  Going out?  Whatever.  I’m old and lame.  I don’t know these terms.  ;) In any case, last night Mr. Prom King and his entire family were at a formal wedding at [a very fancy New York hotel], so I scheduled dinner with a friend at Galanga on 6th Ave & West 4th (which I now highly recommend for fast - seriously, ridiculously fast - delicious Thai food).  Afterwards, we went to a house party (well, an apartment party - this IS Manhattan.), and then … to a BAR.  You know I frequent bars as rarely as possible, as I find the noise makes it difficult to engage in my favorite activity: talking.  ;)  (Although I’m a vocal proponent of public dancing, bar dancing isn’t really my favorite, either.  Probably because their music doesn’t tend to be … well … good.  Suffice it to say, I don’t love bars.) So I’m there at this bar with a group of people on a Saturday night, thinking I’m way too old to be doing such a thing, and Prom King calls to see if I’d like to stop by the very tail end of the wedding to say hello to his ridiculously adorable family.  I did indeed, cabbing it uptown in the rain.  After many tuxedo-clad greetings, I looked at my iPhone (essentially, my watch) and found it was inexplicably 3:57 am.  WTF?!! Oh yeah.  Daylight stealing. And that, my friends, was my night.  I have no idea why I felt compelled to share this with you.  It was - frankly - more interesting in reality (and in my head), and I don’t have the patience to edit it in a more enticing or exciting manner. I hope you too enjoyed your Saturday night of red wine and one less hour of partying, and your Sunday morning full of coffee & papers & dogs. :)

My Sunday morning began at 8 am (really 7 am, thanks daylight savings!) - when I dragged myself out of bed to get camera ready for an entertainment seg over at MSNBC.  I had crashed around 4:30 am, so let me tell you, that wasn’t a pleasant wake up call.

I’m so rarely in town that on the weekends I don’t tend to do the usual “Saturday night” … um … partying?  I don’t know quite what to call it, even.  Going out?  Whatever.  I’m old and lame.  I don’t know these terms.  ;)

In any case, last night Mr. Prom King and his entire family were at a formal wedding at [a very fancy New York hotel], so I scheduled dinner with a friend at Galanga on 6th Ave & West 4th (which I now highly recommend for fast - seriously, ridiculously fast - delicious Thai food).  Afterwards, we went to a house party (well, an apartment party - this IS Manhattan.), and then … to a BAR.  You know I frequent bars as rarely as possible, as I find the noise makes it difficult to engage in my favorite activity: talking.  ;)  (Although I’m a vocal proponent of public dancing, bar dancing isn’t really my favorite, either.  Probably because their music doesn’t tend to be … well … good.  Suffice it to say, I don’t love bars.)

So I’m there at this bar with a group of people on a Saturday night, thinking I’m way too old to be doing such a thing, and Prom King calls to see if I’d like to stop by the very tail end of the wedding to say hello to his ridiculously adorable family.  I did indeed, cabbing it uptown in the rain.  After many tuxedo-clad greetings, I looked at my iPhone (essentially, my watch) and found it was inexplicably 3:57 am.  WTF?!!

Oh yeah.  Daylight stealing.

And that, my friends, was my night.  I have no idea why I felt compelled to share this with you.  It was - frankly - more interesting in reality (and in my head), and I don’t have the patience to edit it in a more enticing or exciting manner.

I hope you too enjoyed your Saturday night of red wine and one less hour of partying, and your Sunday morning full of coffee & papers & dogs.

:)

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Mar 13, 10 6:31pm
meghanasha: brit: Back at the infamous guitar with two of my favorite ladies, Randi and Meghan. I’m showing these girls the Austin ropes today. Missing my girls, Randi, Brit & Meghan, who are all in Austin today for SXSW.  I decided to stay home to spend some quality time with Prom King, his brother (who is in from Italy just for the weekend), my puppy, and - frankly - my bed.  I travel so frequently that it becomes … well … less than enjoyable. Of course, it’s hard to see the sunshine in their snapshots and contrast that with what’s outside my window (namely, a torrential downpour).  Sigh.

meghanasha:

brit:

Back at the infamous guitar with two of my favorite ladies, Randi and Meghan. I’m showing these girls the Austin ropes today.

Missing my girls, Randi, Brit & Meghan, who are all in Austin today for SXSW.  I decided to stay home to spend some quality time with Prom King, his brother (who is in from Italy just for the weekend), my puppy, and - frankly - my bed.  I travel so frequently that it becomes … well … less than enjoyable.

Of course, it’s hard to see the sunshine in their snapshots and contrast that with what’s outside my window (namely, a torrential downpour).  Sigh.

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Mar 09, 10 2:43am
Okay, seriously, WTF vitamins does Demi Moore ingest every morning???  Because if this is what a younger man does to you, I’m marrying Prom King next week. File Under: Damnnnnnn, HOT.

Okay, seriously, WTF vitamins does Demi Moore ingest every morning???  Because if this is what a younger man does to you, I’m marrying Prom King next week.

File Under: Damnnnnnn, HOT.

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Feb 22, 10 10:52pm

Prom King thinks this ad is hyyyy-sterical.

“I’m on a horse.”

I tend to agree with him.

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Feb 22, 10 2:53pm
Prom King is exceptionally good at tricking me (or I’m exceptionally gullible).  Probably the latter, eh? He had me pack a bag, but then insisted that we weren’t staying out. “I was just trying to throw you off track.”  I believed him! And then the limo rolled up to the Four Seasons.

Prom King is exceptionally good at tricking me (or I’m exceptionally gullible).  Probably the latter, eh?

He had me pack a bag, but then insisted that we weren’t staying out. “I was just trying to throw you off track.”  I believed him!

And then the limo rolled up to the Four Seasons.

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Feb 22, 10 3:16pm
Then he told me to meet him downstairs, where he met me with a limo, and took me to …

Then he told me to meet him downstairs, where he met me with a limo, and took me to …

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Feb 22, 10 2:45pm
What awaited us at the Four Seasons … I’d already had dessert, and I’m very proud to say I didn’t even try the little chocolate cakes.  Although I did eat the half of the strawberries & whipped cream! Prom King has never seen me drunk (which isn’t surprising, since I get wasted about four times a year, and New Years’ hung over misery was enough to keep me FAR away from alcohol for six months, frankly), so he attempted with this bottle of champagne.  Um … didn’t work!  I had one sip, then back to the whipped cream.  haha

What awaited us at the Four Seasons … I’d already had dessert, and I’m very proud to say I didn’t even try the little chocolate cakes.  Although I did eat the half of the strawberries & whipped cream!

Prom King has never seen me drunk (which isn’t surprising, since I get wasted about four times a year, and New Years’ hung over misery was enough to keep me FAR away from alcohol for six months, frankly), so he attempted with this bottle of champagne.  Um … didn’t work!  I had one sip, then back to the whipped cream.  haha

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Feb 22, 10 2:11pm
Prom King had scheduled us both massages down at the spa (HIGHLY, HIGHLY recommended), and I was in a bit of a daze.  I haven’t had a massage that good in years.  Did. Not. Want. It. To. End. What a lovely belated Valentine’s Day.

Prom King had scheduled us both massages down at the spa (HIGHLY, HIGHLY recommended), and I was in a bit of a daze.  I haven’t had a massage that good in years.  Did. Not. Want. It. To. End.

What a lovely belated Valentine’s Day.

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Feb 22, 10 1:11am
At Park Avenue Winter Saturday night with Prom King for our “Belated Valentine’s Day” celebration.  He was in Italy and I was covering Fashion Week, so the 14th didn’t really work (although he did send me a dozen long stemmed roses.  And chocolate. And a mug from SomeECards that said “I can’t believe how not sick of you I am.”  I enjoyed that the most, obvs.) Anyway, suffice it to say, like most events Prom King plans, it was an intricate, thoughtful, perfectly executed hit. I’ll post the rest of the photos tomorrow, because I’m staying at his place (which I probably do 6 out of 7 nights of the week since I returned from St. Barths).  He’s already in bed, and I sort of promised I’d start going to sleep at a more reasonable hour. (HA) Goodnight!

At Park Avenue Winter Saturday night with Prom King for our “Belated Valentine’s Day” celebration.  He was in Italy and I was covering Fashion Week, so the 14th didn’t really work (although he did send me a dozen long stemmed roses.  And chocolate. And a mug from SomeECards that said “I can’t believe how not sick of you I am.”  I enjoyed that the most, obvs.)

Anyway, suffice it to say, like most events Prom King plans, it was an intricate, thoughtful, perfectly executed hit.

I’ll post the rest of the photos tomorrow, because I’m staying at his place (which I probably do 6 out of 7 nights of the week since I returned from St. Barths).  He’s already in bed, and I sort of promised I’d start going to sleep at a more reasonable hour. (HA)

Goodnight!

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Feb 18, 10 3:36am
Close up of the stunning Ranjana Khan necklace and bracelet she loaned me for the pilot and Fashion Week. I don’t want to give it back!!!  (Although, because he is a SAINT, Prom King said he might treat me to it … I’m hoping that wasn’t a joke. haha)

Close up of the stunning Ranjana Khan necklace and bracelet she loaned me for the pilot and Fashion Week.

I don’t want to give it back!!!  (Although, because he is a SAINT, Prom King said he might treat me to it … I’m hoping that wasn’t a joke. haha)

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Feb 14, 10 2:34am

Spoiler Alert! If you are Megan, Meghan, Jordan, CD or Prom King, please do not watch above video until you receive your Valentine’s Day gifts.  Thank you!

For the rest of you, check out my Martha “Cupid” Stewart’ing - it might stir up a few pink & red ideas of your own!

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