Thursday, October 11, 2012

Thanks for the Product Placement, Siri.


My parents and I got our first iPhones this weekend. 

I was still asleep at 7am when my phone woke me up and told me that my mom wanted to Facetime. I answered, saying, "That's mean" and just saw my mom, looking all confused, saying, "Who said anything about Facetime? I was just trying to call you!"  We had to hang up and start over. 

Then I figured I'd go back to bed till 8, so I said, "Siri, wake me up at-." But instead she pulled up a contact: my friend Siri Espy. Oh, woe to any iPhone users who have a real-life Siri. But this made me laugh, so I went into Facebook to tell Siri Espy about this. Since I was not wearing my glasses, I decided to try voice typing, so I said, 

I tried to tell Siri to do something but all it did was pull up your photo.

And instead I got:

I tried to tell Siri to do something and Polident was pull-up your photo.



Here's hoping for no more technical difficulties today. 


Sunday, September 16, 2012

Awesome things that happened to me this weekend:

I went to Kennywood, my beloved amusement park, to ride roller coasters with my friend Krista, her boyfriend Denny, and my amazing boyfriend. My boyfriend is still new enough that I am totally not over him and the cool shit he can do. Like how he can win carnival prizes like a champ

He WON me these! Be still, my heart. 
So, yes, the very best moment of my weekend was when Krista and Denny pulled over and sat down with a corn dog and fries and I was all, "We're going to go play games and come back with a giant stuffed animal." And then A MINUTE LATER, my amazing new boyfriend wailed a beanbag at some bottles and they just exploded, and I got the big-headed giraffe I had been earnestly coveting all summer. 

Apparently, this is not the sort of thing that drives all 32-year-olds wild. But, it sure works on me. 

Also, I gave in and ordered an iPhone 5. This is huge news because I've been loyally toting around this brick for a couple years now:
    It's not even a Blackberry. It has a slide-out keyboard. Why yes, it was free with the plan.
That retro-looking gadget is called the LG Cosmos and it has some good qualities, like: I once washed it with a pair of pants and it didn't even blink. Also: I drop it, constantly, and just piece it back together like three legos.  So, we had a good run, that Cosmos and me. 

Then today I went to work, which was kind of a drag on account of it being Sunday and all, but there are way worse ways to pay the bills. Today I got to help my staff host a kitten shower, which is like a baby shower except it's to find homes for orphaned kittens.


The staff's genuine enthusiasm for our kitten party was completely contagious. And. to make it even more fun, I got to take pictures of the kittens being kittens and post them on our Facebook to entice people to come in. AND we sent 17 cats home, including one that was FIV+, so it was a good day.

Also, I got to go see my mom and dad and their big dog Winnie.


And finally, the cat and I are being 100% awesome right now, parked in front of 30 Rock.
"Everything's better when we're home alone together. Break up with your boyfriend and be with me always."
                   - all cats, everywhere


So, it was a really great weekend, and my heart swells with love. The end! 

Tuesday, June 12, 2012

Soul Clean-Up: When Being Happy Takes Work




Why do we shy away from doing the things that will make us feel good?

Taking five minutes to pay my bills (instead of frantically transferring money the day before it's due) makes me feel good.

Reading a book or contributing to my neglected blog gives me a zing of happy satisfaction.

Having a clean house makes me feel really good. It's nice when my things are put away and easy to find; it's more comfortable to lay on crisp sheets than tangled ones; a shiny and clean-smelling bathroom is nicer to get ready in than a dingy one. But in reality, my house is trashed more often than it's not. I'll collect a messy pile of shoes at the door for days -- despite the fact that I relish seeing all my lovely shoes lined up in their boxes and sorted by occasion.

The list goes on. Regular exercise makes me sleep better and enjoy more energy. Whereas playing DrawSomething on my iPad for two hours can make me feel tired, sluggish, and ashamed of all the time I just wasted. But there is a 90% chance that I will be tired tomorrow because I will stay awake scribbling pictures tonight.

So where is the disconnect? If I know how to make myself happy, why don't I? Is it just sheer laziness?

I don't think so. I'm definitely not lazy at work; I get shit done all day long! In fact, I've risen up the ranks at my job because I complete projects and create procedures and lead a productive staff.

So why, when it comes to my personal life, am I apparently sabotaging my happiness? It seems all too easy to fall into lazy patterns...the wide, easy grooves I've thoughtlessly worn into my daily routine.

It never bothered me when the issues in question were minor (Why don't I paint my nails more often if it makes me feel so darn pretty?). But today it dawned on me that I have been doggedly returning to a relationship that doesn't really make me feel good. In fact, it makes me feel bad pretty consistently.

I've been raking my heart over the coals by dating the same man, unsuccessfully, on and off for three and a half years. At this point, it's pretty laughable how often we split up...my friends have got to be sick of holding my hand through breakup after devastating breakup. But every time I find myself in the depths of such despair (the weepy, sick, I-can't-go-on-like-this part), I call him. Many times, I'll call him repeatedly, never relenting until we work things out.

And before long, he and I are status quo again, and I've switched from regretting our demise to lamenting a relationship that leaves me feeling unsatisfied and lonely. This is somehow preferable.

I never saw this routine as a reflection of laziness. Quite the contrary. I always felt confident that I was working hard to salvage something wonderful: a relationship! But if I really try to identify the good parts of our relationship, I start to realize that they were few and far between.

In fact, I think I confuse feelings of longing with feeling good.

When I think about times that I remember as happy, the highs that apparently cancelled out our lows, I remember times when I loved him. I remember staring at him on the couch or in the car, thinking that he looked so handsome, and I was so lucky to be able to shower him with adoration. I remember times when he was funny, and I responded with a swelling of affection... It was a feeling that came from deep within ME.

I love to love him so much that it feels good even to remember it.

But while I have been good at loving him, he hasn't had the stamina to keep up with my devotion. This relationship has left me feeling uncute, unhappy and unloved. Even though it really did, one or two or maybe three (yikes) years ago, it definitely doesn't make me feel good anymore. Now I feel like I'm banging my head against a wall.

So, now that I know this, I guess I have to do the work.

 Taking care of my day-to-day happiness requires work: chores and clean-up and discipline.

So I have to do the work of clearing out the crap in hopes that soon, my life can feel comfortable and good.

Here we go...

Monday, June 11, 2012

Always Carry a Spare Cat and Other Important Lessons in Public Relations



I have one of the best jobs in town. As the Communications Director for an animal shelter, I have the fun --and sometimes hilarious-- task of taking shelter animals on radio and TV appearances.

As result, I have learned several very important lessons over the years.

Like this one:

1. No food after midnight.

My first radio appearance was a half-hour segment on the Lynn Cullen radio show. All I had to do was bring an adoptable dog to the studio, introduce her to the listeners, and spend the next 20 minutes chatting with Lynn about pets. I jump at the chance to do that sort of thing now, but at that time, I was a ball of nerves.

So that morning, I put Ginger, a big white Shepherd, into my car and we drove to the studio. I thought potty breaks sounded like a good idea, so after she took hers, I tried to get the big, beautiful Shepherd to follow me into the tiny stall in the ladies' room. After a few forlorn tries, we gave up, so Ginger followed me onto the elevator and up three stories to the station.

Soon, we were inside the broadcast booth with our host, Lynn. I took a seat on a stool, placed a pair of oversized headphones onto my head, and leaned into the microphone. I was nervous but ready. I remember the very moment we went live on the airwaves, and I thought, "This is it!"

Then I looked at Ginger. And I blurted out across the radio waves: "This doesn't look good."

Ginger's expression was unmistakable. That beautiful dog opened her mouth and got sick all over the floor.

Back at the shelter and glued to the radio, my friends tell me that they heard my mortified gasp and the sound of a door slamming. I yanked the headphones off my head, gathered the dog, summoned the elevator, waited for it, rode three stories back down, and burst outside with Ginger, who, by then, felt perfectly refreshed.

After a few minutes, Ginger and I rode the elevator back up to Lynn, who was calmly describing the dog to her listeners to the best of her recollection. The rest of the interview went fine, and I took care of the clean-up.

That's the day I learned that otherwise healthy pets can get quite carsick. Now, every night before their media appearances, my animals go on a "No food after midnight" diet. They eat breakfast after they get back.

Lesson #2. Always bring a spare cat.

Our animals are fortunate to go on KDKA's Pittsburgh Today Live every few weeks. I get to introduce adoptable animals to the live TV audience and talk about our latest news.

One day, I was invited to bring an adoptable cat onto the show to talk about how to give a cat a massage. I let Beth, our resident expert, select the cat with care. We needed just the right easy-going cat who would not only stay calm on live TV, but allow himself to be massaged in a rather chaotic environment. Beth picked Nathan, the sweetest cat, and he really was.

He just didn't travel well.

Once again, I strapped my furry co-star into my Subaru and chatted to him the whole way to the station. I didn't notice that anything was awry until we were riding the elevator in the parking garage. I thought I smelled something, but I didn't want to believe it. Instead, I proceeded confidently to the station.

I checked in with the producer and opened the cat carrier. And that's when I saw it. The poor cat had had diarrhea. Nathan was covered, from head to toe, in diarrhea.

I made a quick call to the shelter. I knew it was the height of rush hour, but I begged for someone to bring me a clean cat. In the mean time, I got to work. The ladies' room was occupied, so I charged into the nearest men's room and eased my dirty cat into the sink. He had somehow even gotten it in his ears! While the producer poked her head into the men's room and asked me for updates, I rolled up my sleeves and swiftly but gently bathed the sad cat. I was still holding out hope that I might be able to demonstrate a cat massage on Nathan.

Thankfully, while I was wiping down the cat with paper towels and stalling for time from the producer, my co-worker Jack made it downtown in record time. I packed up Nathan (who, rest assured, suffered only from nerves), ran outside and scurried to the shelter van, which was pulled over on Fort Duquesne Boulevard. Jack passed a carrier with a clean cat through the van window while I traded over the smelly cat. I then dashed and skidded onto the TV set, presented the clean cat, and introduced the viewers to the benefits of cat massage.

That was the last time I ever left work without an understudy. Now I always, always carry a spare cat. Whether the cats got sick or just a case of cold feet, this trick has saved me many times.

Lesson #3: Keep calm and carry on.

Sometimes, it just all goes to heck.

Like the time Erica and I took two cats and a dog on WTAE's live afternoon news. Sally Wiggin and I were telling viewers why we needed them to tune into our Telethon, when Raindrop, the (shaved) shelter cat in Sally Wiggin's arms, decided that she didn't want to be on TV anymore. Thankfully, Sally never dropped that cat. Sally twisted and twirled around in a frantic balancing act, and Raindrop took a walk across Sally's back, firmly clinging to Sally's leather blazer by her claws.



The inelegant scramble concluded with me lamenting "Oh Raindrop," and, for good measure, a near-fight breaking out between our other cat and the dog.

As always, everything worked out and all of the animals were fine, and adopted shortly after. (And that little Telethon spot was the #1 most viewed segment on WTAE's website for quite a few days.)

Every day on the job is an adventure, but I wouldn't have it any other way. I'm ready to take this show on the road again!

Tuesday, April 10, 2012

Truths You Don't Learn Until Adulthood


  • Hard work will take you far in life. Getting your boss to like you will take you farther.
  • Identify the things that you're interested in and learn a lot about them. This will make you interesting. 
  • It's more important to meet people who are interesting than to meet people you have things in common with. 
  • It really is okay to have small breasts. Padded bras will  make your clothes fit just fine, and they're much more convenient than lugging around large boobs.
  • Exercise can make you feel better. 
  • It doesn't matter what people think of you. It matters what you think of them.
  • If you have wavy or curly hair, for the love of God, do not brush it!
  • You will acclimate to your level of happiness and forget to appreciate things. But, enthusiasm and appreciation make everything better. 
  • The people you once thought were old were only 25! 
  • It's a good practice to be nice. But sometimes, it's better not to be.
  • If you are female, most people will lead you to believe that it's your duty, and not your choice, to get married and then pregnant. Those people are wrong.
  • High school and college aren't as important as the projects you tackle and the people you meet there.
  • Pay attention to the people, things, and places you like when you're a little kid. These archetypes will show up again later.
  • Shit doesn't matter. Like, any of it. You'll know it when it does. 
  • Never stop playing! 

Tuesday, March 13, 2012

I Would Like to Have Drinks With Kelly Clarkson

While she's not really representative of my typical tastes, I have long wanted to get tipsy with Kelly Clarkson.




Girl just seems down-to-Earth. She can belt it, she laughs big belly laughs, and I even read an interview in which she totally owned her stinky armpits. Also, I'm a sucker for girl power-y songs. Especially "Stronger." Especially in the midst of a good break-up. 


So today I made a Kelly Clarkson station on Pandora. And I realized that Pandora must just lump Kelly in with "lowest common denominator music." And by that I mean no insult...I just mean, they play easy music that even people with no particular tastes will find easy-to-understand.


So far today, I have heard:

Bon Jovi - You Give Love a Bad Name
Survivor - Eye of the Tiger
2 Kelly Clarkson songs
Queen - We are the Champions
Journey - Don't Stop Believing

What do any of them have to do with Kelly besides being totally mass appeal songs? I was kind of dismayed. 



(Finally: a confession. I didn't vote for Kelly, back in the day. Season 1 of American Idol was the only season that I watched, or voted in, and I opted for edgier, pink haired, single mom, Nikki McKibbin.


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Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Happy Birthday Madonna




Today is Madonna's birthday. My Madonna memory is when "Vogue" came on at my 9th birthday party. That year, my parents rented the party room at Spinning Wheels, a rollerskating rink that was later shut down when gang-related violence started taking place in the parking lot. But anyway, my party was a blissful day, and when Madonna came on over the speakers, suddenly all my friends started vogueing. I thought it was the most awesome thing.

But alas, we didn't have cable at my house, so I didn't know any of the cool moves.

Thursday, August 11, 2011

Things I Learned From Cool Bosses



If you are a nice person, being someone’s boss is one of the hardest things in the world.

Perhaps managing people is no easier when you’re an asshat. I'm not sure. But it sure looks easier if you're the type of person who can bark orders without flinching.

For years, I believed that some of my best traits (I’m gentle, empathetic and trusting) prevented me from being the kind of manager who can earn authority and respect. I’m best one-on-one, and I’d rather orchestrate a sugar-and-caffeine-fueled-brainstorm session than tell people what to do.

But this style, I’m finally here to tell you, makes an effective leader too.

I’m lucky because I’ve had some truly excellent bosses (and observed some bad ones) over the years, and now I get to steal the best techniques.

Like these:

1. Never sound fake. (Nobody buys boss-talk.) 

Example: When I sold black lights and gag gifts at the mall, my boss hated our customers. He never sugar-coated the fact that our clientele—usually teenagers or people who really thought fake poop was funny—were stupid. But he made his expectations clear: we had to sell stuff and be friendly so that we could get paid and create a nice environment to work. And so we did. (And when the district manager visited from Corporate and handed down impossible sales goals on things like cinnamon-flavored Spanish Fly--with a straight face!--we thought he was full of crap.)

Since then, I’ve learned that bosses, in their attempt to seem professional, will sometimes come at you with big words and office jargon that really mean: “I’m trying to mask the fact that I am giving you a stupid task, and I’m pretending that it’s for the good of the Company. Now do as you’re told.”

This is tricky because sometimes, as the boss, you have to rally your staff to do things that you secretly know are total bullshit. Like sell keychains with pictures of fat ladies on them (see above) or compensate for goofy office politics. I think it’s best to level with people, and explain why it is actually important that they do this stupid thing. Then thank them for being so great.

2. Always give your underlings credit. 

Example: One time when I worked in fundraising, I answered the phone. That was it. A foundation was on the other end, and even though I had never heard of them before, they had a big donation for us and they wanted to know where to mail it. Neat!

When I told my boss, Craig, about the call, he went around telling everyone that I had secured a big grant. That big check would have come with or without me, of course, but Craig built me up like that all the time. Now I get it, and I try to do it too. When my colleagues know what great work my staff is doing, they can give our time and efforts the courtesy and respect that’s due. That helps us do our jobs.

Sharing credit also prevents your underlings from secretly hating you for stealing their thunder. The boss always gets all the recognition for their team's work, and that's not fair.

3. Let your people get the hell out of there if they really need to. 

That same boss once made me take my meltdown outside. He recognized that a dozen personal problems were crowding out my ability to function like a human being. He cheerfully pulled me aside, told me to go out, sit with a coffee somewhere, and come back in a better mood. His kindness hit me as such a surprise, I sort of slinked out like a scolded dog. But I was so grateful for the chance to start my day over fresh, I came back motivated to kick ass.

Now, I know that when my employee is acting like she's fried, she probably has a legit reason and needs to go take a walk. That's okay.

4. Let them do what they’re good at. 

This one’s really important. If your work ethic is even halfway decent, then all you really want at work is to do a good job. My favorite bosses have removed red tape, sought approval and found money in the budget so I could get shit done. When it turned out I was better at doing one thing than another, they gave me more of what I was good at, so I could actually shine.

Now, I work with a brilliant designer who, when I can cut her loose, can blow your freaking mind. It's my job to make sure she doesn't get bogged down in too many things that prevent her from kicking ass.

5. Be a person that they can admire. 

This is a tough one, of course, but never stop trying!

Have you ever had one of those bosses who had a mysteriously busy schedule? Who was always dashing off to vague-sounding meetings, but never seemed to have any projects of his or her own? What do they do all day, while you're busting your butt? If they're doing something important, don't you think you should know about it?

The bosses I've admired most have been powerhouses who do great work and let me see it, so I can be in the loop and learn from their experience. They've let me in on the bigger picture. When you admire your boss, you don't just want to coast...you want to raise the bar to play at their level.

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Alright then! Get to work! Be honest! Be cool! And most of all, be nice! Your workers will thank you, and hopefully, be more awesome for you. That, Cool Boss, is your reward.










Wednesday, August 3, 2011

I love Eddie Vedder with all my heart



I love Eddie Vedder with all my freaking heart.

Eddie first rocked my world in 1992, when I was 12. Up to that point, I'd been pretty much flailing along in a pubescent world, desperately trying to define myself, attempting to write hard-hitting articles for my school newspaper and hopelessly crushing on boys who would eventually prove to be dull and dissappointing.

But most of all, I was exhausted by my own clumsy attempts to play it cool all the time. By "play it cool" I mean, specifically, that I felt compelled by the laws of teenagerdom to act like I just didn't give a crap-- about anything. But bored apathy WAS NOT ME, and never would be.

No way. This world routinely leaves me dazzled and breathless. I was, even as a teen, curious, enthusiastic, easily impressed, and I had a bleeding heart. I wanted to patch the ozone layer, rescue dolphins from fishing nets, let gay people get married, and I could hardly wait to vote. And why couldn't people spay and neuter their pets?!? What was wrong with the world? In the mean time, I fell in love with writers, movie stars, teachers, classmates and other males who were no match for my loyal adoration. I cared so much and loved so large, it actually hurt. 

And then came Eddie Vedder...this beautiful human being who sang like his heart was breaking. The first time I played "Ten," Pearl Jam's debut album, I felt like the ground gave way beneath my feet. This, as the media would lambast him for, was a man who gave a crap. Eddie Vedder was talented, popular, jaw-droppingly handsome, and he wore his heart on his sleeve. 

The masses grew tired of Eddie's incessant caring, but I had been somehow validated. Even then, I was sure that I loved in the same tortured way that Eddie did in the song "Black." I knew the grief and loss in his voice in "Release." I ached for the underdog the way he did in "Jeremy" and "Why Go." And Pearl Jam played in my ears and my heart when I started to attend protests and turn my high school newspaper column into a painfully earnest soapbox.

Eddie and Pearl Jam went on to fight Ticketmaster to keep ticket prices low. They minded their carbon footprint, they collected cell phones for abused women, they created ways for their fans to get involved with worthwhile causes. And when Eddie sang, I knew he freaking meant it. 


I distinctly remember long nights as a teen in which I lay awake, genuinely panicked over the possibility that I might never get to meet or even see Eddie Vedder in person. I loved his music so much, I felt like I would never, ever be able to get close enough to it to curb my insatiable longing. 

But over the years, my love for Eddie Vedder led me to new music and authors, best friends, benefit concerts and rallies. His influence would also steer me towards non-profit work. Now, my career is nearing its first decade milestone, and I'm proud to serve as a voice for abused and abandoned animals at a fantastic and progressive animal welfare organization.

And all those wonderful things, I was surprised to find, both quenched and continued to fuel that feeling of large longing. 

Even as Eddie has mellowed, and started to write more songs about the love he has for his family, my heart swells and soars when he sings. In fact, it's his recent solo album that helped me figure out what I'm still searching for in this wide, wonderful world. Apparently, Eddie has found a love that's big enough for his enormous and hopeful heart.

I hope I will, too. 

Today--after 18 years!--my crush on Eddie Vedder is as big and all-consuming as ever. I've followed Pearl Jam around the country and even sat by Eddie Vedder at a hotel bar. (He just didn't know it. Or care.) But I also got to shake his hand after a 3-hour wait outside a concert venue in Santa Barbara. Eddie Vedder held my hand, looked me in the eye, and gave me a few sincere moments of his time. And I knew then that I hadn't been wrong about him. Eddie Vedder's kindness glows. 

He really is perfect.

Cleveland, Mother's Day, 2010

Monday, April 11, 2011

Experiences are worth more than things


I have a reminder tacked to my office wall. It's a hand-written note that says: "Experiences are worth more than things."

I wrote this after I tried --and failed-- to purchase a house that I'd fallen in love with. Even though the house instantly felt like "the one" and I could so easily visualize my life unfolding inside it, I realized in the nick of time that its expenses would swallow me.

Even though it was never mine, turning down the house made me feel like a failure. If only I made more money...if only I had a partner who wanted to share this house (and its expenses) with me...

But experiences are worth more than things, so I tacked that reminder to my wall to remind myself that I really would rather invest in my life than a mortgage and interest. If renting allows me to splurge on good meals, take a spur-of-the moment trip, or spoil someone I love on their birthday, then I'm content.

It's now four months later, and I've allowed myself to splurge -- a whole lot. So this week, I'm going to try to buy almost nothing. After I've become accumstomed to impulse shoe purchases and designer handbags, it's going to take a bit of focus and self-denial, but I'm eager to try. Since I have a fridge fully stocked with groceries and leftovers (not to mention a Netflix account, gym membership and stack of library books to keep me busy), it's a good time to try.


Books Read (so far) in 2011


updated November 18, 2011

Thursday, February 10, 2011

A Just World

Tonight I told a wise friend that I'm angry about my dad's diagnosis. I'm angry at the world. I'm mad at my life. I'm angry with every person, co-worker and bad driver who brings me a problem that doesn't solve the only problem I care about: my dad's tumor. I am a bitter, angry person.

My friend told me to ask four questions.
Is my anger warranted? Yes.
Is my anger justified? Yes.
Am I entitled to this anger? Yes.
Can I afford to sustain my anger?

Not really. Because it won't bring me much good.

But it seems like such an aggregious lack of balance. How dare the universe strike both my parents? How dare cancer creep up on a family that's already so small? We need each other; we three are all we've got.

So we talked about a Just World. The Just World exists only in our collective unconscious. We believe that the world should meet us halfway. If we go to college and get good grades, the world should have a job waiting for us because it's only right. If we love, we should be loved. If we lead a healthy, productive life, we shouldn't get sick.

But the Just World, as real as it is in our minds, isn't really promised to anyone.


Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Maybe Everyone is Crazy

I told James: "Maybe everyone is crazy, and the best any of us can do is find someone that we like to sit with."

He said, "No. The best you can do is find someone who's crazy in the same way you are."

I think he's right.