shutterstock_125888855Have you ever noticed how many doctors there are in the world?

Ok … obviously I am not literally talking about doctors. But I’m amazed how people become doctors without ever having to go to school.

You might be shaking your head or disagreeing with me.  But think about it.

You don’t feel well.  A friend/colleague/coworker/spouse/family member asks what is wrong and you tell them your head/foot/shoulder/big toe hurt.  They may ask a follow up question, they may not. Regardless, they are almost certain to tell you (a) what is wrong with you and (b) how to treat it.

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Yesterday was my birthday.  I turned 34, perhaps the most boring age on the planet.  34 is no different from 33.  Now 35?  That’s an important birthday–officially on the downward slope to 40.

Oddly enough, I spent the night before my birthday making a birthday cake for someone else.  Even more odd, I took it to a birthday party that wasn’t for me or the person whose cake I was making.  It was a surprise party for my husband’s grandmother, who thought she was coming to my birthday party (though I suspect she wasn’t really buying that.)  It was very sweet because her daughter, who lives in China, came in for the occasion and she wasn’t expecting that.  The look on her face was priceless.

Anyway, the cake.  I know you want a picture.  I will oblige.  It is a “sewing” theme cake and one that I made up as I went along.  I think it turned out pretty cute.

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We can’t catch a break.  Molly is sick.  AGAIN.  Strep this time.  The other four are coughing, have stomach aches, and the general yuckies.  This time, even the husband got sick and I’m still coughing (though I wouldn’t be if I could remember to take that darn allergy medicine.)

I had to call into work again, for two days.  Depending on what the doctor says about the other four kids tomorrow, I may have to call in for more.  I feel terrible about it.

I’ve missed A LOT of work this year.  Every time I call in, my stomach does these little flip-flops.  I just know they think I’m lying.  After all, whose kids get sick every other week?

Mine, obviously.  With five of them in the house, it wouldn’t surprise me if it’s all the same illness from October, just slowly making the rounds.  Once it grounds one, it moves on to the next, and so on and so forth.  We are the revolving door of bacteria.

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I’ve never had a serious relationship. Ever. By serious, I mean long. I don’t mean serious, as in bed time fun.It’s not something I dwell on, though. I don’t sit here and wish a man would come into my life, and sweep me off my feet. I like being single. I like to flirt. I love not having any qualms about chatting a guy up. But then again, I don’t know any different. Would it still be OK to do all that in a serious relationship? Because if not, count me out for the time being. Sometimes I daydream about certain people who I could see myself in a relationship with. Sometimes I enjoy imagining what it would be like to come home to someone on an evening, and curling up with them on the sofa.
But I also enjoy flirting with certain people without any strings attached, without worrying about saying something wrong.And why do I sit here writing this? Because I’ve noticed, now that I’ve turned 23, that there is this expectation that I should be in a relationship. One of the first questions asked of me when I was getting to know my new colleagues was, “So, are you seeing someone?” I’m the only single person out of a 6 person team. And 3 of them are the same age as me, and have well and truly settled down. Did I go wrong somewhere, should I get angry? Did I miss out on a chance to have that? Or has it just not come along yet? Am I not making enough effort to get that chance? Am I not thinking about it enough? Or am I thinking too much about it? Read more

Coffee-Roaster-cupBecause this is gunna be a long one! I’ll try to be as concise as I can, but whoo boy what a weekend. I’m almost glad to be back at work, because maybe I can relax a little bit. I haven’t updated in several days and I need to catch up.

Friday, my soul sister in shopping and I met up for lunch and shopping in the Newbury St./Copley area. From minute one until we parted ways, after meeting my husband Friday afternoon, I don’t think we stopped chattering, not even once. Talk about talkers! I never thought I would meet my shopping match – my sister comes close – but boy did I ever! Long story short, we had a super fun time, the weather was just perfect for strolling, and many a designer purse came home with us. Oh right, and earrings. Oh right, and Lush products. I’ll stop there. Read more

Apr22_2013_19400881_BusinessManOnTightRope_ErnstAndYoungReport_II2122481961“When I wake up in the morning, I feel just like any other insecure 24-year old girl. Then I say, ‘Bitch, you’re Lady Gaga, you get up and walk the walk today.’” -Lady Gaga

I absolutely adore this quote. It applies across the board–you don’t have to be a grammy-winning superstar in order to hold yourself accountable to walking your walk.

(While not particularly fond of the word “bitch,” I’m a wordsmith & word-bender, so I think any word has its place at a given time. As in, “Bitch, you’re [insert your name here], you get up and walk the walk today.”)

Just try it–say it to yourself. Personally, I really like the b-word at the beginning, but if that’s not your thing, replace it. (In my opinion, it just doesn’t ring the same when I say “Silly goose, you’re Jess Morrow, you get up and walk the walk today.” But do your own thing.)


Hope you’re enjoying the warming weather as much as I am …

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I would like to let you know that I am terrible at introductions and talking about myself. I feel like whenever I have to do it, I say the same things over and over and it gets quite tiring. I’m also not one who likes to draw attention to ones self, so that’s also probably another contributing factor.

I’m Kari and I’m in my early twenties. One word you could use to describe me is geek. Though anymore that term is used really loosely, I’m pretty sure I could count as one. I like technology and I can learn pretty much any device quickly. When I was five or six I taught myself how to do things on my dad’s work laptop. I’m also one of those rare people who loves both designing and programming. The problem is, I have no high school diploma, so I try to get a GED and follow online prep classes. When I have my GED, I can move ahead faster!


I’m am an avid shopper when I have the money. I do this thing called “retail therapy”, which may not be the best kind of therapy, but it does help.

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Lately, I’ve been thinking about dreams.  The ones I have.  Those I can’t remember.  Why don’t I dream much lately?  Why do I only remember nightmares?  Recurring dreams I’ve had lately and the ones I remember from being very small.  I don’t know why it’s been on my mind so much, but I was inspired to post about it while I was visiting my buddy at Move Over Mary Poppins and reading a post about a dream she had. It used to be that I dreamed all the time, and when I did, I could remember them vividly, in technicolor detail.  Now, if I remember a dream it’s because it was horrifying. Granted, these don’t come along very often.  I just can’t see the justice in only recalling the bad ones.

All this wondering brought to mind a recurring nightmare I had when I was young.  Very, very young.  I wasn’t old enough to have many memories from the time period aside from this dream.  I must have been 2 or 3 years old.  No.  Maybe older, because I just remembered the bike.  It was white with pink stars on the seat and streamers on the handlebars.  Maybe I was 4.  This bike was my getaway vehicle that starred in this particular dream.  On the bike, going as fast as I could with my short little legs, pedaling with ferocity and “running” for my life, I teetered along a ledge that ran the perimeter of a very tall building.  This thing I was trying to get away from was a pink “Popples” type anomaly.

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1431368162372-P-2623751I dumped my purse.  I pulled a juvenile move and turned the thing, the monstrosity of a purse, smaller than I need, larger than I want, but still fashionable – upside down.  Curiosity got a hold of me.

This wasn’t supposed to be the topic of a Monday morning, but it is interesting what we stuff in there, isn’t it?  I’ve tried smaller purses.  I’ve organized until I stretch the smaller, less cumbersome purses to their seams’ limits.  It just doesn’t work for me.  There’s many times I’ve stuffed this one so full that I’m certain the next one is to be an overnight bag before I move on to a full blown suitcase.

The things that didn’t fall out, I won’t list…they’re safely occupying a zippered place or two.  What fell out doesn’t get immunity: Read more

There is a $20 daily tax fee for all New Yorkers. Meaning when you live in this city, the second you step outside to start your day, there goes $20 down the drain. Every single time. So when free stuff happens, it is a pretty exciting miracle.

Here is what’s going on now, that won’t cost you  a pretty penny.

1) Schiaparelli and Prada: Impossible Conversation exhibit at the Met. I love the Metropolitan Museum of Art, for the mere fact it is gorgeous, houses some of the most incredible masterpieces, and it is only suggested-donation based. Now through August 19th, the Schiaparelli and Prada exhibit is on display. You can see the amazing similarities in the two Italian women designers, even though decades separated them in time. Learn about what was influential back in the late 1930′s and how it has carried over to modern times. After the exhibit head up to the Met rooftop on the 6th floor and take in the views of central park and fifth avenue. Nothing gets better than this in the summer time.

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