New York City: Happy 40th Birthday To Me and My BFF (Vlog)

My best friend Lisa turned 40 last month and I am only 8 months behind her. To celebrate this momentous milestone we decided to plan a trip to New York City to take a huge bite outta the “Big Apple”. When we first began planning this trip 5 years ago we had a pretty good size group, but when it came time to solidify plans only 3 Moms were left standing; Lisa, her sister-in-law Tasha and myself. Armed with a New York Pass (I’ll have separate blog on that), camera phones and sheer willpower we were three Moms, with no husbands, no kids, 6 days and a mission to explore as much as humanly possible in the city that never sleeps. From the Museum of Natural History to Madame Tussauds (Hey Allen and Ivan); From the Brooklyn Bridge to Central Park and Wall St. to Times Square, we weren’t going to miss a thing!

I have always loved New York. Since FAME came out I wanted to go there, live there. I sometimes think in a sliding doors version of my life I probably do live there. I am also probably broke and living off of PBJ with 10 roommates sharing a studio apartment in that version of my life, but a piece of me lives in that city somewhere. There is this feeling I get whenever I am there, something about New York City that makes me feel more alive, free, a part of something artistic and soulful.

From The Upper East Side to the Lower West Side we covered it all. Our feet hurt, we barely slept and our bodies screamed at us to stop, but we kept going and I am so glad we did. For 6 days, I can say I lived in Brooklyn New York and I made memories with my best friend and Tasha that will last a lifetime. So this is it, our Moms only, #ThisIS40 Trip to New York – check it out:

Diary of a Working Mom: Finding a Healthier Me


I am going to be brutally honest, I am completely overweight and out of shape! I have been since I had my son. I was the girl at the gym 5-6 days a week on and off throughout my 20s and 30s and now I am the mom on the couch after a long day at work and doing “mom stuff”. It’s not an excuse, it’s a fact. I made the decision to put my kid, my family and my career first and the price was the expansion of my ass and stomach.

I like to pretend I’m OK with it, but I hate looking at myself in the mirror if it goes “Tits down”. I have Rubbermaid bins full of clothes that I swear I am going to fit back into if it kills me because I refuse to buy any more clothes at the size I am at. I used to love when my husband hugged me from behind and now I run away from it scared he will touch my flabby stomach or one day his arms just won’t fit around me anymore. Continue reading

Diary of a Working Mom: Where did I go?

It’s funny the things you notice at times. Right now I am obsessed with other people’s nails. The pretty spring colours, the dark shellacs, the French manicures, the real and the “enhanced”. I can’t stop staring at them, and then down and my own horrible hands. Man, my hands have aged horribly in the last 2 years.

I used to have nice nails and soft hands that smelled of the latest Bath and Bodyworks scent. Before Henry, I had a standing appointment at my local nail salon and every Friday night I got a pedicure and every other Friday I got my nails shellacked and an eyebrow wax. I had great nails and great feet (great eyebrows too). Those days are long gone and one look at my bushy eyebrows and horrible hands/feet prove it.

The last time I had a manicure Henry was 3 months old (he is almost 2), and the last pedicure I had was before I went to Croatia last July. And my eyebrows get waxed if I am lucky once every 2 months.

What happened to me? Continue reading