Charmin Baby Got Back

Charmin continues their Enjoy The Go / #tweetfromtheseat campaign with this fresh new video. They are just being honest.

Evian: Babies Are Back

Evian: baby&me  #evianBabyAndMe

And for memories’ sake: Roller Babies

Last year, I worked on an video ad for Tide Vivid White and Bright, featuring Betty White. This video was nominated for Ad Age Creativity and Tremor Video’s Super Creative Video Ad Challenge. Although we didn’t win – MIller Lite, Mustang and Air Wick took home the awards – I won another award that I can be proud of: being featured in Ad Age!


Do you see me??????? Being in Ad Age is a huge honor for me. I know that I’m not being featured in an article or doing anything super cool, but still. I. AM. IN. AD. AGE. Just little ol’ me, a girl from Boston with a big dream of moving to New York City to be in advertising. During my undergrad years, our college professors always touted Ad Age and told us to subscribe to the online publication. This just shows me that dreams can happen!

Jimmy also happened to complete this dream with me by luck. I had a plus one and invited him. What a lucky accountant. 

I am so, so sorry for ignoring you since August. This blog was made with the pure intention of sharing all the crazy amazing (and not so amazing) things that have happened in our lives. I am a delinquent. It’s not that I didn’t want to keep everyone updated and create a visual and verbal breadcrumb of everything that has happened. It’s just that every time I went to this blog, I wanted to say so much, but I didn’t know where to start. I am a bit rusty. I will also throw out the “I don’t have time” card. On top of my career, I am also taking classes at NYU after work and on weekends. This week’s assignment in my Advanced Social Media class is to write three blog entries. I am hoping that this is the push that I need to get my fire started again. This week could be three and next week, I could have three more.

So blog and friends, please know that more will be coming. I will make up for the radio silence that have happened from my part for the last year.

Till next time,





what a powerful cover

Random Post #4 _ 8.27.12

I don’t understand all this hype about Fifty Shades of Grey. I’ve talked to some of my friends who are also trying to finish this book, and they are in the same dire situation! This book bores me, like how Twilight bored me. The difference is, I made myself finish the entire Twilight series (it may have taken some Red Bull, but hey, it worked), but I can’t make myself go past a few pages of Fifty Shades. Every time I tell myself  “girl, you bought this for $10. Read the damn book.” and I open up to where I left off, I just can’t move past the next page.  I don’t see any initial passion at all between Christian and Anastasia. I just want to giggle at the awkwardness throughout the entire thing. If anyone at all loved it, please enlighten me.

Now, an amazing book I’ve read recently is Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn. I finished this in one week and forced myself to slow down for fear that I wouldn’t read/find another goodie in a while. Midwestern Nick and New Yorker Amy, both writers, meet at a party in NYC. They fall in love, get married, and are super happy until they both lose their jobs due to the recession. They move to the Midwest, where Nick uses Amy’s money to open up a bar, called The Bar. On their 5th anniversary, she disappears; all signs point to him being the murderer. That’s not true. The best part is that you get to read the novel from both point of views, and learn about both of their dark, twisted, effed up loved up relationship. I never knew what to expect next, and that’s what I loved.

Random Post #3 _ 8.26.12

I’m not the type of person to think about her future wedding day. Maybe just the color of my future bridesmaid dresses (emerald green, turquoise, or royal blue), season, or kind of food we would serve, but that’s the extent of it. I have/had a Save The Date board on “pinterest,” but then I got lazy and stopped pinning after about one week.

I would rather think about the type of family I would raise > a wedding. If I had it my way, I would just have a destination elopement to get it over with. I am not engaged, but I’ve thrown around this idea…Jimmy and my family are not sold on it, and said that Rachel, the youngest daughter (age 15), is only allowed to do this. We all know that Rachel is going to be the one with the most extravagant wedding. I wouldn’t be surprised if she ordered fireworks as a reception finale. -_-

Back to the family I would raise. Sometimes, I think of family scenarios that would happen. Hey, I have to think about something when I go running. Sometimes, when I’m upset, I think about the situation and over-analyze it in my head, but for the past few months, I’ve had more good days than I deserve. Today, I went through Jimmy’s work bag to look for our shared iPod charger. What did I find? Mountains of red pencils. I called him to ask about it, and he said “what do you expect? I’m an auditor.” I, then, envisioned a future scene: our son would ask Jimmy for help with his homework. Jimmy would take out his red pencil, circle everything and say some auditor insult like “He’s all liabilities, no assets” or “If brains were taxed, he’d get a rebate” or “If a meaningful analytical review were bird droppings, he’s have a clean cage.”

haha. Okay, I googled all of those insults and I actually L.O.L. Thank goodness my business degree was good for something = understanding auditor jokes.

Random Post #2 _ 8.26.12

My boyfriend has been on a no-carb diet for the last few months.

On one hand, I am proud of him and am so happy that he’s on it (YAY! no more of him asking if we can eat bread, pizza, and pasta – I am not a fan), but on the other hand, I feel like he’s gotten way too skinny – he’s lost almost 45 pounds in five months (9 pounds a month).

That was my side note. My real rambling? I am sort of on a low-carb thing (sushi and Friday – Saturdays are exceptions, of course!), as a side effect of us living together. I am ashamed to admit this, and I would never say this out loud, but I have begun to judge food. It’s horrible. Every time I see food in front of my face or I see food photography, I begin to think to myself “that’s a carb. that’s not a carb. grosssss carbs.” Or, when I eat carbs, I feel so gross with myself for eating it and want to run on the treadmill at 8.0 speed (which I can do now because my boyfriend likes to train me like he’s Trainer Bob from The Biggest Loser). It leaves me wondering, does anyone else judge food like this?

Random Post #1 _ 8.26.12

Everyday, I need a dose of my The Lumineers. Ever since I saw them in concert (Williamsburg no less – so hipster of me), I am a true believer of their voice, talent (each person plays about 5 instruments!), and charisma to take over the charts. I am obsessed with them, and I hope the rest of the world will follow suit. I feel like a proud mama – I have heard their songs recently in a Blue Moon commercial, a Bing commercial, and Vh1 You Oughta Know Live commercial. My roomie has even been creepily tracking their uptick in search (she uses their “fame growth” as a SEO teaching lesson in her monthly class)!

Can they just be super famous already?

Personally Posting

So a ton has changed in my life since last I posted. My life unbelievably flipped, and while initially I thought my world was coming crashing down around me inception style– some horrible dream I just could not snap out of– turns out it has been for the better.

Bluntly, my relationship of 10 years ended. That’s 10. It is so many years I no longer need to write-out the number. For more perspective, 10 years is 40% of my lifetime. It was abrupt and almost like a death. I mourned my past life, convinced that my entire identity was dissolving. At the crux of my sadness was a lot of insecurity. The kind of self-doubt that suffocates. I believed I was ugly and unlovable. I thought I was much too strange to date and did not think I would be capable of loving again. On top of that, my ex was very closely tied to my last experiences with my mother. It would be impossible for me to erase this relationship without inadvertently erasing the remnants of my mother in my mind. To say the least, it was tough. Two or three weeks later I threw myself into socialization, spontaneity and above all else finding a new apartment to escape from the confines of pain I felt every moment I spent in the apartment I built for my ex and I with longevity in mind. I drank too much, did not sleep, did not eat. All told, I lost 15 lbs in a month and very nearly hit rock bottom.

It’s incredible the way humans support one another and empathize with pain. At the lowest point, I truly did not think I had anyone left in my court. My father was busy, occupied with a woman who was not my mother, and my brother was leaving shortly to travel around the world to Uganda! Still, friends came out of the woodwork, showing support, never aggravated no matter how irrational I was. They provided much needed distractions and I am forever indebted to them, probably more than they will ever know.

While looking for my new abode, I was fated to meet someone new. My mindset at the time was to do whatever felt right– to fully embrace what life had to offer and not be fearful of consequences. With that, I engaged in a rather aggressive casual flirtation with none other than my real estate agent. ha! Luckily for me, he is neither rapist, nor woman-hater. In fact, he’s rather devoid of any dysfunction, especially compared to most of the men I knew up to that point. He is so comfortable with himself and confident that I had no expectations he would have any interest in me. Surprisingly, we were very honest with each other from the start– no games. This led to the epiphany that would quite literally rock my world. I looked inward to diagnose all the pieces of my life. Was this just a rebound? Am I still hung up on my ex? Am I ready for any of this? The conclusion I came to was that I had deluded myself into thinking my old relationship was salvageable.  It was more out of fear of the unknown that I shut out life, and felt so terrible about myself. I spent years hurt and angry, no passion, just resentment. Allowing myself to continue in that way was an injustice. I have always pioneered for women. I could identify when other women were being mishandled, and yet was blind to the disrespect I had for myself. It was with this realization that a weight lifted. I am not sure the last time I felt so happy.

To clarify though, my ex is not a bad person. He and I were both extremely dysfunctional together. We were together too young and harbored bitterness from the mistakes of our youth. He is still my very best friend and I will always want the very best for him. It is only now I can see we are far more beneficial to each other merely as friends.

Now, I am branching out and trying many new things. One such thing is climbing, indoor and outdoor. Every day, I’m itching to do more, even when my muscles physically cannot move. I am becoming increasingly physical and I love it. When I was growing up, I was always the tom-boy type, ready to try anything. Finally, I am getting back to that. I am making plans I look forward to eagerly. Even when I do not plan, I am doing things I love. Just two days ago, I walked from Central Sq to Kendall back over the bridge to Back Bay on a whim at midnight in the rain. I am not entirely sure what it is about that, but it makes me feel reconnected to being a human. I’m not numbing life with reality programming, drowning my sorrows in tubs of fat, sheltered in an air conditioned home. At this moment, I am enlivened.

Here’s to a new chapter in my life. Here’s to feeling everything with my fingertips. Here’s to love. Here’s to life.