Grandmas Against Humanity

Before you jump to conclusions and assume my grandma is a YouTube celebrity, no, my grandma is NOT one of these ladies. I wouldn’t put it past her though. I’ve recently learned that nothing should really surprise me anymore when it comes to her.

I went home recently to see my little sister walk across a stage and read a speech. You know, the typical valedictorian stuff — I mean, isn’t everyone’s sister valedictorian when they graduate college? (insert proud big brother status here)

While I was home, we decided to have a chill night in (twice actually) and partake in some quality family bonding time, game night so to speak, with a quality family-friendly card game: Cards Against Humanity.

To say I learned a lot about my grandma is an understatement… Continue reading

Adventures in Unemployment


I came across this quote this morning as I was Google’ing “things to do while unemployed in Chicago.” While it’s only Day 3 of my unemployment stint, I don’t think I’ve ever been more bored in my life. I know I’d been saying to myself a few weeks ago that I’d kill for another vacation (even though I’d just gotten back from Mexico), but being unemployed was not how I envisioned facilitating a few days off from the office.

While on my Google searching binge, I came across a great article on Forbes that was published about a year ago titled 10 Things to do While You’re Unemployed. While everything it suggests is great (and probably beneficial), I feel like I’ve already ticked off a good chunk of the list. For instance… Continue reading

Grandma Knows Best

Sometimes (or a lot of times lately as it seems) I come home from work genuinely fed up, worn out, and downright annoyed. Shocking, right? I mean, how else would I have come to be known as the “Often Annoyed Designer”…

A little backstory.

To put it simply, I work for a micromanager-in-denial. It’s extremely annoying. A direct quote of theirs said to me in a one-on-one meeting about a month or two ago is:

“I’m not trying to micromanage you. I’m just asking that you copy me on every email and that you review everything with me before sending anything out.”

Last I checked, the definition of “micromanage” – or at least according to – was the following:

mi•cro•man•age [mahy-kro-man-ij] verb. (used with object), mi•cro•man•aged, mi•cro•man•ag•ing. to manage or control with excessive attention to minor details.

Interesting that you should claim you’re not one when, according to this, you most certainly are. DENIAL. Continue reading

The Ever-Elusive Quest for Perfection

I’ve come to realize in life that searching for perfection is like searching for the Fountain of Youth. Sorry to all you Ponce de Leon wannabes out there, but – just like the fountain – it doesn’t exist. It’s an ever-elusive quest that some people get so caught up in that it practically eats them alive.

Before I get into this, I’d like to set the record straight. After reading over my first post, it makes me come across as a condescending, egomaniacal, self-centered smart-ass (in the words of the one and only Jen Lancaster – if you haven’t read Bitter is the New Black, go buy it…I’m not kidding. Do it!), but that couldn’t be further from the truth. Since I’m sure some, if not all, of my internet-savvy family members will end up getting wind of this blog at some point or another through the grapevine, I’d like to set one thing straight: I’m no better than any of you. Yes, I am the tall, tanned, well-dressed one – we can all agree on this, but am I any better than any of you for this? Not at all. I’ve worked hard to get to where I am in my life and without you I wouldn’t be who I am or where I am today, so thank you. I wouldn’t change a thing about how or where I was raised or about any of you in general.

Now, with that being said, perfection is not measured by the clothes we wear, how we look, what car we drive, where we live, financial success, who we date, NONE of that. I’ll be the first to admit that my life isn’t perfect and probably never will be. Perfection simply doesn’t exist. I mean, take Lindsay Lohan for example. Childhood star, had everything she could have ever wanted. BOOM. Look where she is now. Hanging with Oprah and talking about how big of a mess her life is and how she wants to change. Perfect life to perfect mess. Just like that.  Continue reading