“This Means” We Should Probably Research Our Movie Picks First

Hello, weekend.

When I was little, my room was full of Lucy collectibles. I dressed up as Lucy Ricardo for 6th grade Halloween. These were on my porch Thursday night, for no special occasion other than to make me smile.

I make it a point to not document date nights on the blog, but twice since we’ve met we’ve ended the night, writing little weirdos that we are, with “You’ve got to blog about this. HOW do you even… I can’t wait to see what you write.”Read More »

March 2012

Time flying and hair dyeing.

I just got home from the first real college reunion we’ve had since we graduated last May. I always thought it was kind of bogus when alumni would come back and  be like “Ah, the real world is so hard, stay here and enjoy it while you can kiddos. I’ve changed and you’ll change, too.” What’s ten months.

And then I saw some girls dressed in not much on the way to a frat party last night. Ugh. Never again. Never really ever that much before. But, certainly never again. I… felt… old?Read More »


5 Steps To A Smile’s Kickstart

Mid-conversation the other day, a group walking by me made me pause my sentence. I asked my friend if he ever noticed how many people walk around with expressions set to a default frown.

Why is that?

I’m not speaking for everyone. There are some genuinely happy people out there, but take a look around – as a society, we’re stressed. We’re insecure. Thoughts of problems, money and what-ifs distract us from thoughts that bring smiles.

Person A is getting the promotion before us.

Person B is going to date someone better than ourselves.

Person C didn’t smile at us.

They must not like us.

And it’s our own fault, because we’re insecure and there’s probably something wrong with us.Read More »

When days turn to weeks and months.

I’m back in the cafe two blocks from my house. The books on the take-a-book/leave-a-book shelf next to me range from Photographer’s Market to Golden Retrievers for Dummies to one called Your Mouth is Lovely. The other night here, I saw people playing Boggle for the first time since I was five. It boggled my mind.

Time is moving quickly. Very, very quickly.

I graduated from college fifteen months ago. The last time I dyed my hair was ten months ago. The first date I had with the now-boyfriend was eight months ago, exactly, tonight. We got sushi. My boss had let me curl my hair in her bathroom as soon as the clock hit 5 PM. I might’ve painted my nails earlier in the day.

I left NY seven months ago. I bought my red backpack five days shy. Ten days shy of seven months ago, I flew to Europe with Dad. Ten days later, I bought a Turkish baglama I’d never get to send home. Thirty-five days later, I dropped the instrument and shattered it at the Vienna train station.

Ten days shy of three months ago, I flew home to California.

One month and one day ago, I moved to New York.

Four days later, deposit on the apartment.

Two more days later, keys to the car.

Three more days later, first day of work.

One more day later, a boy became a boyfriend.

And along the way, I picked up more non-my-own-blog distracting side projects than I ever intended on having.

Like a life full of Relay for Life work. I’m currently the top fundraiser for  the 2012 Syracuse Relay For Life. Anyone want to help beat cancer? Please? I’ll log off from here and write a press release and a few pitches. Because there’s a music video coming soon – the theme song, written by the band, will go on iTunes for $1.99. Carly and I shot the studio footage weeks ago.

And becoming the band Tweeter/Photographer/Videographer/Website-builder…

By all that, I mean this. Pretty nifty, huh?

At least I have a real bed now. One acquired by – cringe – Craiglist shopping. Mattress, box spring, bed frame for $200? Okay. Yes. Sure. Gosh I hope I’m not picking this up from an old man I’d never sleep with. It’s 12:30 PM when I send that e-mail.

It’s 1:45 PM and I’m picking up a U-Haul truck with my cousin.

It’s 2:10 PM and it’s not an old man – it’s a cute guy with a hotter German girlfriend. They’re getting a king-sized bed!

It’s 2:30 PM and a rope is hauling my box spring over the second-story porch.

And that is the pace.

And it’s pretty intense.

And there’s not much relaxing. Ryan asked the other night if I even know how to.

It’s a work in progress.

For the first time since I started staying in hostels, after months of waking every two hours, I’ve finally had two weeks of sleeping through the night. Well, pretty much.


Did I ramble enough? I’ll just let you all know the stack of board games to my right goes:

Gender Bender. Chess & Checkers. Sex and the City Trivia Game. Monopoly Junior. Trivial Pursuit.



Dr. Seuss Dreams

Happy Birthday, Dr. Seuss!

The first book I ever read was Dr. Seuss’ “ABC.” Twenty-two years later, my dream is to write children’s books. They rhyme, they make me happy and I want to make kids smile. Is there a better feeling?

Sure, this isn’t the typical way you write and share a children’s book, but I have a bundle of them, and sharing is caring.

STUTTERBUG – 1/04/2012

Chicago – Orange County Flight 686, Seat 9F

There once was a bug

Who was so very smart –

He had thoughts very kind

In his really big heart.


But he was a shy unsure bug –

His thoughts would get cluttered

And when he needed to speak

He st-st-st-stuttered.


And it would get in the way,

Whether something big or so small,

A good story, or message,

A long distance phone call.


And Stutterbug didn’t know

Would he st-st-stutter always?

Would he tell stories forever

With so many delays?


The others would say things

Like “Spit it out, friend!

Don’t take a long time

To get to your sentence’s end.”


Stutterbug was embarrassed

He did not like talking at all.

He stopped sharing his stories

And would not answer a call.


But one cloudy day

When few bugs were around,

He heard something above –

He heard a sad sound.


It was Baby Bug Caterpillar –

She had climbed up too high.

She looked down from the tree

And had started to cry.


Stutterbug looked for other bugs,

But no bug friends were there.

He’d have to be the one to save her

If only he’d dare.


He yelled “Ba-Baby Bug Caterpillar

Don’t-Don’t you cry!

I’ll get you some help –

I’ll try- try- try- try!”


He ran to the station

And told of Baby Bug’s scare.

His firebug friends put on their gear

They saw her high in the air.


They said “Stutterbug,

Talk to her,

Please make her smile!

To reach her up there

Could take quite awhile!”


So Stutterbug told her stories

And kept her from tears.

He told jokes and shared thoughts –

He heard the other bugs cheers.


And Baby Bug was saved,

And the crowd was so pleased,

Though he’d st-st-stuttered his words

Stutterbug was not teased.


For it was a story told by bugs everywhere,

How Stutterbug saved the day

He’d been quick and been brave,

Without any delay.


“Stutterbug.” Copyright Janae DeRusso 2012. All rights reserved.