January 2010 archive

SOTU Style


My outfit for the 2010 State of the Union watch-party at the Daily Caller party. Still can’t wear heels thanks to my knee and brace. Booo. It’s really starting to limit what I can and can’t wear. So frustrating.

SOTU Style
Of course I didn’t stick around to actually watch more than 5 minutes of the SOTU. Between my knee hurting (standing does that) and hating the sound of the POTUS’ voice… I just had to bail. Say what you want, but Obama just annoys the hell out of me. I’d rather read the transcript and listen to feedback tomorrow.

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A bitter word to digest



It’s one of those words that we know exists, but rarely do we seek to confront it.

Yet every now and again, we’re forced, against our wills, to do so.

While I know none of us will live forever, it’s so heartbreaking to find those most important to us facing their own mortality. It’s like the word holds new meaning when it confronts someone we care about it. Until it’s just intangible, cold, grey. Until suddenly it means something to us.

My uncle has stomach cancer. I guess we’ve known that for a 3 months now. That itself was a hard pill to swallow as he’s only in his mid-50′s, super-fit and and thriving lawyer in Baltimore. (If you remember the crazy DC Sniper case you’ve probably heard of him… I digress).

After a few rounds of intensive chemo, he went in for surgery to have the last of the tumor removed the day before the Scott Brown election. It’s funny (OK, not really “funny”) how everything in my life is defined by political moments. During surgery, they found out that the tumor that they thought was shrinking has metastasized and that there are lots more, smaller tumors now. And worst of all, that it was inoperable.

I was in my car right outside of Boston when my dad told me this news. My eyes welled up and and “mortality” was a lump in my throat — I was unable to speak. I took me the better part of an hour to pull myself together.

For those of you following me on Twitter, you heard me mention finding this out.

Last night, we got more news — he has less than 6 months to live. They’re arranging Hospice this week. It’s bad. Depressingly bad. He has 2 children. A senior in high school and a freshmen in college. Unless there’s a miracle about to take place, he’s going to miss watching them graduate. Miss walking his daughter down the aisle one day. Miss it all.

It’s just so… sad.

My biological dad died when I was in the 6th grade. My parents had previously divorced and I don’t really try to think about it all too much. Every now and again the thoughts that I lost my own father sneak up on me and eats away at me. So I know what my uncle’s kids are going through. But I couldn’t imagine watching your parent die. Having a time-line of their life and just sitting there enduring it all.

Mortality is a bitter word to digest.
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Campaigning Up in Massachusetts


Let’s play catch up from my last post about my knee: I had surgery this past Thursday for my ruptured patellar tendon. The surgery went well and was easy breezy enough. I mean for surgery that is.

The following day I was released from the hospital and after sleeping at home for a few more hours, I ended up hopping on a bus and headed up to Massachusetts to campaign for the Scott Brown for Senate campaign. Thanks to threat of blood clots I was unable to fly.

Perhaps not the wisest decision I’ve ever made, I felt as though I just couldn’t miss out helping with this critical election.

I’ve done a good job of putting on a smiling face and pretending I feel well. Don’t get me wrong, percocet makes me feel well enough most of the time, but every now and then I wonder — what the heck was I thinking? No good.

Campaign Chic

When you’re campaigning for victory post surgery, this is as good as it gets.

But complaining aside, I can’t wait to see what Tuesday brings!
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Home Shopping: RueLaLa Style


Today’s RueLaLa overindulgence came in the form of Hugo Boss’s Dabriella Yellow Print Dress. Look at how cute the print is. I mean, how could I resist!?
While I had no idea this was going to be on RueLaLa today, it’s a dress I’ve coveted for quite a while now. When I first saw it — I just had to have it. Unfortunately it’s original price tag stopped me at the time. It was just too much for my poor Capitol Hill-esque salary. And so, much to my chagrin, I walked away from it.

Imagine my surprise when I stumbled upon it today for a THIRD of it’s original cost. It was just too good to pass up. Still more than I should be spending, but I’m in love. And I have the perfect shoes to go with it!

Not on RueLaLa and want to see what it’s all about? Click on any of the links in this post for an invite.
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Quite Depressing & Blog Make-Over


It’s quite depressing that I’ve hurt my knee so badly on NYE. I’ve been trying to be upbeat about it — oh at least it’s not spring/summer time where I’m wanting to run around, go sailing etc. But in all reality it’s awful.

1) I can’t go skiing and I had a big trip planned with some of my favorites. Granted I may still go and hang out in the lodge and read all day, but it just won’t be the same.
2) I got a few amazing pairs of heels for Christmas that I’ve yet to debut, and now I’m at least 2 months from wearing them. Perhaps I’ll just put them on as I sit on the couch in my apartment. That way they at least feel loved.
3) I have little energy to run around with friends because of the pain meds. I’m thankful they make me feel better, but I hate feeling out of the loop.

All of this has bummed me out to the fullest. And because of that I gave my blog a MAJOR make-over today. I’ve been meaning to clean the look up from the last make-over fiasco, but sitting around on the couch all evening, made me productive.

Hopefully the clean, new look is a sign of what’s to come in the new year — great things.

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