The Art Of An E-mail Signature

If you're like me, sometimes you struggle with how to sign off on your work e-mails.

"Take care" sounds like you'll never see the person again.

"Thanks" is about as generic and insincere as you can get.

"Sincerely" is used by grandparents.

The fact is: they are necessary so we keep using.

One signature that is not necessary in a work setting? "Yours faithfully." I don't know you. I probably will never know you and even if I did know you, I will not be faithfully yours so let's just call it what it is: unacceptable.

**Personal e-mails are a whole different story. Sign away however you darn well please. Friends don't judge friends based on signatures - or do they?

Get That Starter To Start.

Today's one of those days that I am just really glad that music exists.

If you know me, you know I do lyrics and I have a slight obsession with them.

I was introduced to this song over the weekend as my dad will be playing it at a cocktail reception before a wedding in two weeks.

For lack of better descriptive words, it's just a happy song. Sorry I'm not sorry for sharing a little happy on this Tuesday.

...Somewhere east of that solo
and a little bit west of the bridge
was the singular kind of moment
that you remember as long as you live...

Stephen Kellogg & The Sixers aren't necessarily new, but they are new(ish) to me and I dig good new things, especially when they sound like this.

An Astute Observation

Last night, I watched the most NBA I've watched in a while. Game 7 of the Finals - it seemed wrong not to watch.

Instead of really paying attention to the game (aside from the trey balls that kept going in), we noticed one thing:

Males with nails are a big ol' no-no.

Nothing is grosser than a man with long fingernails. Seriously - especially if you're playing basketball? Just the thought of nail on bball makes me squirm.

Somebody buy the Lakers some nailclippers. Just ain't right.

Sweet Home Chicago.

Little did I know when I snagged tickets to the Sunday night Cubs/Sox game three at Wrigley, it would turn into real history. I was too busy making history of my own just by being in attendance and feeling like a kid on Christmas morning, sporting my DeRosa jersey proudly.

Since the Blackhawks managed to win the Stanley Cup, Sunday night was the celebratory night at the Friendly Confines and we were lucky enough to witness. It was nothing short of awesome.


It was pretty cool to watch both pitchers throwing no hitters through seven...it's one of those "hold up - this game's going too fast - oh wait, no hits" moments (you know, the kind that doesn't happen often). Naturally, in the top of 9, I said out loud, "I can't believe Lilly has a no hitter going" and next up: Juan Pierre with the single down the middle. I'm not one for jinxes though.

Still, the Cubbies managed to clip one from the Bad Guys and that's better than none.

(What you don't know about this picture:
It took two people and five attempts to get it right. That's perseverance for ya.)

An Empire State of Mind.

Three days in NYC is plenty for me.

While Midtown is rough with all the freaking thousands of people rushing around to hurry up and wait, there are some redeeming qualities to this city. Central Park is pretty ridiculous - random waterfalls, grassy knolls, all kinds of people and horse-drawn carriages! A man-made movie set.

Last night, I got the chance to catch up with two old coworkers who will forever be engrained in my life and for this I feel fortunate. We ended the night at the rooftop bar of Hotel Empire with a view that looked a lil somethin' like this:


We spent the night reminiscing about our mutual dislike for Philly but how we suffered through & made the most of it...how our first office was the size of a closet with really pleasant Coke stains on the wall and no AC in the dead of summer...how we drove to a Panera in Delaware once simply to get internet to be able to work...the list goes on and on.

It made me realize I've experienced a whole lot as a 26 year old...and I'm so pumped about what else can possibly be happen next.

Tonight's focus is game 6. Blackhawks vs. Flyers. I'll be on the plane. Good timing.

For Good.

Days like Saturday make me count my lucky stars that my friends chose me as a friend.

Who can say that
I've been changed
for the better?
(I do believe I have been changed for the better)
Because I knew you,
I have
been changed
for good.
("For Good" - Wicked)

You Might Give A Puck

if we win the Stanley Cup.

I'm not even ashamed to say that this song is already on my iPod, ready to play when the Hawks win. It's catchy - it's funny - it's right up my alley.



People who don't take themselves too seriously are always okay in my book.

**Thanks to Jen for sharing!

Two Secrets.

That make me grin.

I do too.

Winging it and loving it.

I'm Pretty Sure There's More To Life

...than being really, really ridiculously good looking.

Every once in a while, Zoolander's "Blue Steel" is the popular theme of choice for a group picture. What does not happen every once in a while is a member of said group pulling a MAGNUM without warning.

Enter: Amanda.

Kudos to your Magnum and may all Blue Steel pictures from now on include a face such as this one: