June Gloom

Interesting (to me): I just did a little more backblogging and discovered I fell into a funk last year in late June as well.

People are so darn predictable.

And that's the best and the worst I suppose.

But in today's case, I'll go with the glass half full take and thank my lucky stars we're just over 3 days from July and all the contentness that traditionally comes with it to this Sister Friend Actress Writer Agent Nomad Princess.

This afternoon I was having an "I want to get out of the rat race and into a marriage moment" (a painstaking 4 or 5 hour long moment actually).

The onset was threefold: 1st I saw pics of my cousin's new unbelievably beautiful baby girl, felt a pang of maternal instinct for the first time in about 4 years, and had it occur to me I'm so far from that life yet that all it would take is going back to Boston to inevitably fall into it but I just can't, cause I don't wanna any time soon when I think of how much I still want to do out in the selfish world first; 2nd I checked in with my "people from home" about the bachelorette bbq we're throwing for the first Nook Girl to get married next week and realized that one of my most traveled and worldly friends will be a one-man woman for life in a matter of 10 days sort of freaked me out; 3rd I finally knew what the date was (some random man asked me outside of Symphony Space and I promptly replied "the 27th!") because it's my godfather and goofy brother (see pic below)'s birthday (but I have honestly thought it was June 17th for the past ten days straight as my jet lag from round 2 of shooting in LA left me literally time-warped Desmon on LOST style).

Am brain fried, and still adjusting to not being under the lock and key of the 4.5 month transformation, will have new goals for myself by the second week of July, and will figure out Summer projects once I've made my triumphant return to Cambridge for the month... in the mean time... I'm not in San Diego, but okay, why not? I'll go ahead and stay classy.

Oh hey guys

Here I am in Malibu, living if only for a moment, the life of a glamorous Hollywood star.

I'm wearing a fuzzy white robe over my cobalt blue bikini, glam eyes, big hair, and my nice flat stomach and shapely legs courtesy of the mystery product I was hired to endorse back when I was rather hefty at the beginning of the year.

The crew buzzing around the ex-bachelorette's mansion where we're on location filming today and tomorrow is ginormous. There's tons of PAs, and lighting folks, there's a director, an art director, 20 extras aka beautiful people who haven't needed the help of little blue pills to get them Hollywood Hill ready, hair & makeup artists and stylists who I only wish I could have subbed out for an all-ENNIS crew, but still, delights to work with...

The mountain we're atop is amazingly picturesque - this whole thing's surreal beyond means. I've been bitten for sure, eh?

(Our product is made in Canada so a big part of the creative and fitness coaching team is a contigency with the real deal accents).

Anyway - this post is on my recurring nomadic thought that were I ever to wind up homeless, mark my words, I'd make my way along Rte 66 all the way out to California. Because LA, even doomed with June Gloom, is one heck of a place to land.

On loving douchebags

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wishing you all a merry fall

you name it naugs

I wouldn't regret kicking a pidgeon

the same way I don't regret eating the piece of cake and 2 anisette cookies at the Bouchard/Hofbauer wedding last weekend.

A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do. And in the last four days when I've devoted myself to making sure I was the leanest me possible for my shoot this morning, it was all I could do to smile in the steam room at the thought of that wonderful sugary goodness that was my indulgence at the wedding of one of my dear college friends and miraculously there it was: the mental endurance I needed to make me stay in the heat for that many more minutes.

The thing is: Clean Eating is freaking awesome and what I plan to do 90% of the time from here on out, if only because I've come to fully embrace the philosophy I found while blog hopping one afternoon that eating clean means using food as nothing other than fuel for our bodies.

My spin on that is that it's fuel for our mind & bodies, which is why sometimes, to put the world back on its correct axis of rotation, I bake cookies from scratch and help myself to several spoonfuls of the dough and why sometimes chocolate or ice cream is the ONLY medicine that effectively starts to heal a broken heart. You get the point though, I hope? More often than not, I just need 1 or 2 complex carbs, plenty of protein and lots of leafy and colorful veggies in my tank to keep me acting/agenting/writing/running non stop throughout my manic manhattan minutes, crazy clippings of cali and occasional nomadic now & thens. So as long as I'm on the ball majority of the time, why am I ever gonna regret reserves of indulgence?

Survival of the fittest

AKA - how I spent my Memorial Day Weekend Vacation....

Hopped of the plane at LAX with a dream and my cardigan for the 4th time in 4 years... Beginning to make a habit of hopping over to this coast although I have to admit every time it's poorly packed. I actually didn't bring any cardigans this trip thinking if it's 80 degrees in NYC it's likely going to be GORGEOUS in Cali and abruptly regretting having drawn that conclusion as the temperature has yet to climb past 65 since I got here. STILL - not complaining.

Californiaaaa, Californiiiiaaaaaaaa, is wonderful. Warms you from the inside out the second you take in its palm trees, mountain ranges and neverending coastline.

So needless to say, an all expenses paid trip out here for my first vaca since going back to being a fulltime agent in NYC, is 1000% worth the 3 work out / 2 steam room session / no carb eating couple of days I'm packing into the time leading up to my big AFTER photoshoot.

And while several of my colleagues here talk calories, cardio tricks, and water retention in the sauna and jacuzzi, I'm all eyes on the prize and totally calm, cool, and collected.

Survival of the fittest Naugs y'all will have ever seen to date.

For shits and giggles, I think I'll even let you dedicated readers see my before/after pics I'm feeling that good.

If not today - then by Tuesday... gotta blog twice more this month to keep my pattern of posts for the year up.

And gotta go buy a gallon of water to drink and subsequently sweat out in the next 24 hours.

Rejection letters

that's right, I just wrote a dozen to the randos who have messaged me since I joined OKCupid last week.

in the spirit of good karma, I just didn't feel right leaving these guys hanging. And I was pretty politely passive I thought if not deliberately dismissive with my generic form letter:

Hey there,

Thanks for your message! Very sweet :)

Super busy time of life & work right now, so I'm hanging back from hanging out for a while. Hope you have a stellar long weekend though and that Cupid works his magic for ya!

xo

NYNaugs

I mean, can you blame a girl for trying? Just want people to be happy and feel loved.

Off to CA first thing tomorrow morning, and coming back a whole new woman June 1st.

Beyonce, can you handle this?

Like Salt Free Mrs Dash

my God this blog is SO bland right now... Thankfully I will be returning to life as full time fun Naugs before long, so stay tuned, dear friends for fun anecdotes, silly single antics, and stories of city living like it's meant to be done to come this Summer.

meanwhile - I must share a classic line emailed to me by a modmate I was meant to travel to the DR with in mid June:

"You must admit, there is a point, as great as the DR sounds, that even the great nomadic Naugs can't justify paying an arm and a leg! haha and I certainly wouldnt fault you for that!"

How right she is, my sister in clean eating these days. And how sad to have to pass on this all inclusive weekend trip with two of my girlfriends, but it's a sign of the toll this transformation's taken on me that I really can't stomach the thought of 3 round trip flights to far off sunny locations in 4 weeks.

Summer's going to be here before you know it, and I want to stay put and enjoy it in all of it's presence here up North.