Ru Paul (Drag Queen)

That’s it, my Mom gets her own category on my blog now. Be sure to read this entire chain to experience the full hilarity.


I Like Beef

My Mom emailed me to ask for some advice about getting prescription sunglasses and to confirm plans for the weekend.


Bethenny Frankel’s Skinnygirl Daily Cleanse & Restore

Today is Day 7 of using Bethenny Frankel’s Skinnygirl Daily Cleanse & Restore. I’m not doing a “cleanse” in the way you would normally think; with this product, I don’t have to replace any meals or starve myself. Instead, it’s a supplement. I get to eat what I normally eat and drink this algae-tasting stuff once a day.

When I’m in my routine, I do 35 minutes of cardio roughly four times a week plus yoga at least once. I drink a lot of water. And I avoid bread and dessert, unless they’re really, really worth it. I try to limit drinking alcohol to the weekends, but considering that BOOZE is in the headline of this blog and I have a full bar at home, you can guess how well that goes.

Back in July, when Norman Bates became ill then suddenly passed away, I got completely off my routine. I wasn’t fully operating in overdrive to begin with; I’d say maybe a 7 on a scale of 10. But I was just about to engage in the process of switching gyms to better suit my schedule when everything got disrupted. I became physically ill while dealing with the loss, and was not sleeping or staying hydrated. I stopped going to the gym. And my alcohol intake increased. A little over a month after losing Norman, I brought Roxie Hart home when she was only five weeks old and weighed only one pound. It was a terrifying and stressful time. Everything in my home was a potential threat to her due to her size. And she ended up having blood come out of her rump, which turned into weeks of trying to solve the mystery of what was causing it, then trying out various medications that may or may not work, and me being even more terrified and physically ill from worrying that I’d lose her too. Needless to say, my “routine” was a distant vision.

The best thing I did during this time was choose to be kind to myself. I cut myself some slack for not going to the gym. When the holidays came, I ate more chocolate chip cookies than I normally would be interested in eating (they were REALLY good this year) and was okay with the fact that I gained 5lbs., despite having worked so hard to lose 40lbs. only a few years ago. I knew I would get back into it. And not because of a New Year’s resolution, but because I know myself. I get there. I always do.

And the time is now. Roxie is 8 months old and we’ve begun to transition her to adult food (we’re going with Wellness CORE, which is grain free and good for both kittens and cats). And as Roxie’s diet changes, I’m making small adjustments to mine as well. The biggest of which is trying this “cleanse”. The main catalyst in adding a supplement was the fact that I was sick for a good 3-4 weeks. I’m not sure if I’m developing allergies as an adult or if I was just infected with some REALLY intense virus, but I couldn’t breathe and had this nasty cough that kept me up at nite. I’ve been following Bethenny on Twitter for awhile now and have seen her answer questions about her cleanse. I appreciate what a marketing machine she is and, as a marketing person myself, like to support smart brands. I read more about the product on her blog and decided to order it to help give my system a nudge back in the right direction.

Here’s what I’ve noticed thus far: I am due for my period in a few days. I do not suffer from cramps, but I normally feel bloated, constipated, exhausted, and dehydrated around this time. I am unable to get a good nite’s sleep right now per usual, however I do not have any of my other usual symptoms. I also feel less hungry in the afternoon. I am usually starving by 3pm, which makes it difficult to get motivated for a 5pm workout; I just want to go straight home and EAT SOMETHING. But if I workout at 5pm instead of 7.30pm, my previous preferred gym time, I actually have time to do stuff in the evenings. Like last nite, I was able to get re-dressed and go out to dinner with my boyfriend at 7pm, but still get a full day of work and a workout in. And I wasn’t dying of hunger by the time we met up. In addition to the cleanse, I am also drinking a ton of water and have made it to the gym every day this week. Although Bethenny recommends the morning, I take the cleanse around 2pm. It’s disgusting-looking but it really doesn’t taste that bad.

Another observation: last nite, I drank one Cosmopolitan at my home bar before going out (see some of my cocktail recipes here!) and had one glass of wine at dinner. I normally would’ve felt a little dry this morning, but I woke up feeling like I drank nothing at all last nite. It could be coincidence or psychological, but I think the cleanse is doing something for me.

You can order the Cleanse from Bethenny’s website here but I found it cheaper on Amazon. You can also skip the starter kit and go straight for the refill packs. It’s the same thing, just without a wooden recipe box. I wish I just bought the refills to begin with.


Tonite’s Outfit

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Perking my tired self up with some color. Winterizing this safari pattern and palette with taupe suede booties and black tights. A splash of lime in my ring and a bib necklace.


25 Ways To Tie A Scarf

This super helpful video is from the wendyslookbook channel on YouTube. She’s a genius!


Stacy’s Mom

My best friend’s mother passed away; I am traveling to New Jersey for the funeral this weekend. This is the first of my friends that had a parent pass and I can’t stop thinking about it. Is that what’s going to happen now? There will be a series of funerals as there were weddings and baby showers? Has my circle reached that point in our lives? It’s so fucking sad.

And it only makes me think about my parents more. A large part of the reason I relocated from New York to New England was to be able to spend more time with them. As fun as NY was, I was completely flying solo there. I had no safety net and I wasn’t a safety net for anyone else. Now, whenever my parents call, I drop everything and answer. I’ve already had to rush each of them to the ER (not for anything life threatening, thank goodness) and I dread getting THAT call.

My best friend didn’t have to get that call. Her mother was living with her for seven months before she passed, with visits from the hospice during the last two. Can you imagine?

Seriously, can you?

I had never watched any living thing die before Norman. I am privileged in that. But I was also completely unprepared. I haven’t had THE conversation with Stacy yet, but what a horrible thing to go through. I was terrified, yet there was no doubt that I wanted to be with Norman when he crossed over. I wonder if it was the same for her. I wonder what she saw, what she felt.

In New York, Stacy’s family adopted me. They lived on a working farm in New Paltz and I would have Sunday dinner there. There were seven children, plus their boyfriends and girlfriends, and all the pets. It was a madhouse. I grew up in a small family and had only seen chaotic family dinners like that on TV. Stacy’s parents eventually divorced and her Mom went back to school, getting her Masters then her PhD. She ended up teaching and I was always so impressed with her. She raised all those children, yet somehow kept her own identity.

I remember this amazing jumpsuit she lent me from the 70s. It was this electric blue pattern and I wore it nearly every day. Eventually, I had to give it back. It takes a ballsy woman to wear a jumpsuit like that. Stacy’s Mom was a ballsy woman.

I am so sorry for my friend’s loss.


Half Wink

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Roxie asked me to take this photo.


Travel Caddy

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Look at my boyfriend’s cute little travel caddy. I had gotten it for him from Target. It’s the perfect size for guy stuff.


Are We Us?

I met one of my “fans” on the main drag of the New England town I live in today and she told me how much she loved following me and how my “edge” was much needed here. She is super involved and respected within the state and said she wishes she could be more like me but can’t due to the nature of what she does for a living. This quick exchange got me thinking…

I guess I am lucky in that I came into my current career via my online presence and that my employer believes being associated with me — and having access to my network — is a benefit. As a result, I am free to continue being the straight shootin’ Empire Betty that I always have been (although I certainly don’t tweet as much as I used to). But for the rest of you, is the internet ruining all your fun? Are you only a certain shade of yourself online because you are afraid that your employer or your peers or your family might see? Why is it so detrimental if they knew you liked to have a few cocktails and belt out some tunes at karaoke? Or that you have a tumultuous dating life? Or that you might have a negative thing to say about your job every once in awhile? Perhaps out of fear in these tough economic times, we’ve begun to err in the other direction with “I love my job/significant other/whathaveyou soooooooo much!” displays of over-affection online. Granted, I’m generalizing, but I always smell such insincerity in these posts. Don’t intelligent individuals see right through this BS? Or do we have such well fed egos that we buy right into it?

I guess we all have to do what we have to do to survive.

I remember a conversation with my mother, a whippersnapper of a woman who was a racecar driver in a time when women were NOT racecar drivers and went to school for a law degree when it was not common for women to go to college, about how things have changed. “You can’t have any fun anymore,” she said. “We’re always on camera.” It’s strange to think that my mother, in her white gloves and pillbox hat, was having a better time than ME, but it certainly sounds like she might have been having a better time than some of you. What have we done to ourselves?

I was neck deep in the internet as it developed throughout the 90s and my fascination was due to how it gave me the opportunity to connect with people I wouldn’t have otherwise connected with — whether in my same town or on the other side of the globe. This was not accomplished, mind you, by having online presences that were comprised of re-regurgitated newsstories. How are we supposed to connect if we offer nothing to connect with?

Although we access it via a computer, I believe the internet gives us a venue to truly be human with each other, yet I’m afraid we’ve somehow backed ourselves into a corner where we feel we can’t.

UPDATE: I had another thought about this, more along the lines of what my Mother was hinting at — that technology has been invented to make our lives easier, but then our jobs came to expect that we were always reachable, that we were always a phone call/text/email away from doing some work. And in that way, we kind of screwed ourselves over.


I Want A Facelift

I am cursed with The Betty Family neck. No matter what weight I am, my neck makes me look at least 20lbs. heavier. And it’s only getting worse as I get older.

It’s a defect, really. Instead of having defined jowls, my neck slants down at a diagonal — just like my Mom’s and just like my Dad’s. I hate it. And even though I’m comfortable in my own skin, and still was when I weighed 35lbs. more, I would actually consider correcting this genetic malfunction with surgery. Yet I’m terribly afraid of surgery. And hospitals. I have been blessed in that I’ve had to spend very little time in them thus far; I’ve never even broken a bone (although I’m sure to now).

After seeing Kris Jenner’s facelift on The Kardashians, it really doesn’t seem so bad. Doesn’t she look AMAZING? I would’ve killed to have the jowls she had even before surgery. I swear, I’d hunt down the same surgeon she used if I were going to actually do it.

Here’s proof: I cropped this picture of me from a group shop at my office holiday party. I am in the background of a larger photo having a laugh with a co-worker. LOOK AT THIS PIXEL-Y PHOTO. My friggin’ neck!

Now look at this full body shot of me snapped on the same day (at the buffet table, of course). Do I look as huge as I do in the first picture? I have five extra pounds of holiday weight on me and my sweater is bunching in a weird way, but do you see my point??

I do love that reindeer sweater.


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