“Welcome to Kasa Kim and Kanye!”

While taking a quick mental break at work, I stumbled across this gem: Kim and Kanye Buy $11M Mansion for Growing Family

I really loved this article (and found it hysterical) because Kim Kardashian and Kanye West would buy a house the size of a capital city for the two of them and their unborn child. I’ll admit, I find celebrity gossip to be like one of those awkward, funny movies (ie: Meet the Parents). It sometimes makes you cringe but for some reason, you can’t look away because it’s so ridiculous. This fast-track Kimye relationship can’t really be happening…can it?

Besides the mere entertainment this relationship provides for the general public, it also serves as a major source of positivity in two ways. First, if Kim Kardashian and Kanye West can find true love it can’t be that hard for the rest of us, right? Lastly, no matter what decisions you make in life and how big of a mess they may turn out to be, I can almost promise that you will still end up happier than the two of them!

Now back to work…Hope everyone is having a wonderful day!

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Busy Schedule?! Here’s some help!

Life is busy – work, friends, fitness, sleep (who does that anymore?). So how do you stay healthy and manage your busy schedule all in one? My best tip – prepare your meals in advance. Bake a large batch of protein and veggies and save them in your fridge for the week. Simple as that! Usually I designate Sunday or Monday as my cooking days to make one large meal and then I’ll eat off of it for the rest of the week. Get home from a workout at 8 and don’t want to cook? Work run late and you don’t get home until 10? No worries, dinner is already made.

Heres the recipe I made this week. I got it off of the AMAZING blog http://www.paleomg.com. This girl not only has great recipes, shes also hilarious! I encourage you to check it out.

Ingredients
  • 4 large chicken breasts
  • 2 large shallots, peeled and thinly sliced (I used a med yellow onion – cheaper than shallots this week!)
  • 5-7 medjool dates, pitted and diced
  • 2 apricots sliced thin (Not in the original recipe, but I added them for extra color and flavor)
  • 3 large sprigs of fresh rosemary
  • 2-3 tablespoons olive oil
  • 2 tablespoons balsamic vinegar
  • 2 tablespoon apple cider vinegar
  • salt and pepper, to taste
Instructions
  1. Preheat oven to 375 degrees.
  2. Pull out a large glass baking dish and place chicken in it.
  3. Top chicken off with your sliced shallots and dates (and apricots if you used them).
  4. Now pull the rosemary off one of the sprigs and toss over the chicken, then place the remaining 2 rosemary sprigs around the chicken.
  5. Finish the chicken off by pouring over olive oil, balsamic vinegar, and apple cider vinegar and topping it off with salt and pepper.
  6. Bake for 25-30 minutes or until chicken is cooked through. No pink please. Depending on how large your chicken breasts are, you may need to cook them for extra time. You be the judge!Image

Now when its done, I usually take two forks and shred the chicken then package it up. If you would rather cut the breasts in half and leave them whole that’s totally up to you. I often pair meals like this with frozen vegetables like steamers (in the frozen food aisle – a busy girls godsend). Helps to get in the extra veggies and carbs to fuel my busy day and workouts!

Happy eating 🙂

Chubby, Skinny, Accepting

Over the the past year, while dating my now ex-boyfriend, I would often hear the line ‘you have to love yourself before you can love someone else’ as a reason why we were’t meant to be together; couldn’t, and shouldn’t be together. If I read between the lines, he was saying that my flaws were causing the relationship to fail. He was basically saying, ‘it’s not me, it’s you’. I spent a lot of time and mental airspace thinking about what he said. I was definitely a little insecure, which gave his statement a small percentage of merit, but the more I thought about it, the more it made absolutely no sense. Sure, I could stand to lose a few pounds, eat a little better, drink a little less, and take care of myself a little more but overall, my life was great, and I was happy. I also thought about the truth behind that statement. Yes, it is extremely important to protect yourself from verbal and emotional abuse (which I’m learning to do over time), do things for your own satisfaction, and not sacrifice yourself and your well being for the benefit of others. Despite it all, I did love him – with all my heart. When things were good, they were great and everything in my entire life seemed to fall into place. I lost weight, did exceptionally well at work, slept well, my friendships improved, and I seemed to function at a much higher level overall than I ever had. It wasn’t that he was the single source of my happiness or the only one who could make me feel better about myself, but when I was with him, I wanted to be the best version of myself that I could be and when things were good, it effortlessly poured out of me.

Last night, I read a very interesting article in the New York Times titled Chubby, Skinny, Accepting by Cole Kazdin ( http://www.nytimes.com/2013/01/06/fashion/chubby-skinny-accepting-modern-love.html?pagewanted=1&_r=1&ref=fashion& ). It’s a short, non-fiction story about a woman’s spiral towards anorexia and bulimia, and what (or who) caused her to eventually seek help. Before meeting her boyfriend Hugh, Cole starved herself and purged after meals because she thought being thin would make her happy. She may have believed that her new weight of 90 pounds was the source of her confidence and happiness, but those thoughts were quickly discredited by her dangerous diet and actions. She woke up one night with the realization that if she wanted her current relationship to last, she had to change herself for the sake of the relationship – she was, at that point, in a relationship and not happy with herself. She made the decision, in large part, for Hugh, who she loved dearly before she truly loved herself. At the end of her story, Cole said, “I do know this: Although we’re often told that you can’t love someone else until you love yourself, my experience was the opposite: I couldn’t love myself until I fell in love with someone else.

I still may not love myself as much as I love Hugh, but I’m making steady progress.”

It’s true that I was not meant to be with my ex. There were a thousand and one reasons why it would never have worked but out of the disaster that was our relationship, I was able to find a silver lining. My ex may no longer be the one to bring out the best version of me, but now I believe that there is someone out there who will and who, in turn, will allow me to bring out the best of them.

“You find out who your friends are…somebody’s gonna drop everything…”

I’ve always found that the holiday season is a very telling time for people. It’s really the one time of year when everyone is in high spirits, feeling festive, and showing appreciation to those who have helped them survive yet another year…or not.

This past holiday season and last night were especially eye-opening for me. As this was the first December at my new job, and giving holiday presents was forbidden (not even discouraged) at my last job, I didn’t expect to receive anything from my co-workers, who have already treated me so well with flowers upon my acceptance to Business School, a celebration for my birthday, etc. etc. One morning, I walked in to find a ton of gifts and thank you letters from administrative staff and physicians, for my hard work over (not even) the past year. It was truly unexpected and I was so happy to find that showing appreciation was not completely banished from Corporate America.

The next eye-opener was during New Years Eve, when most people choose to be with their close friends and loved ones (and usually not a bunch of randos). The ladies of the castle and I hosted a party to ring in the new year with all the people we care about. December 31st came around and I started receiving a flood of calls and text messages from people I hadn’t seen or spoken to in over five years, asking to come over – clearly because they hadn’t planned well and were hoping it would be okay to ‘swing by’ with friends, boyfriends, boyfriend’s friends, and the entire Greater Boston Area. You definitely know who your friends are NOT when they try to rekindle close friendships from high school as an excuse for a place to celebrate…which is why when they showed up in our apartment, we promptly threw them out (thanks Lans)! P.s.-We’re not in high school anymore.

The final eye opener was last night, when we had a KTK (kill the keg) party in honor of the one and a half kegs we had to finish off STAT (and return to the liquor store). A friend of mine, one of my oldest, closest, and dearest friends who I met while taking ice skating lessons in first grade (he’s still ashamed of having taken ice skating lessons), walked in to the castle to assist with finishing the kegs. This is a friend who, for the past 13 out of 18 years, has lived around the corner from me. It is extremely rare to find someone who has known you and been there for you for three quarters of your LIFE. Not only has this friend seen me fall on my ass during ice skating lessons at the age of 6, but also played in the park with me during recess, witnessed my awkward elementary school phase, my awkward middle school phase, my awkward high school phase, my ongoing adult awkward phase (?), attended my bat mitzvah, gave me a hug and shoulder to cry on when four of our middle-school classmates were killed in a bus accident, witnessed my first relationship, my first breakup, my first heartbreak, my first time leaving home for college, my 18th birthday, my 21st birthday, most recently my 24th birthday, picked me up when I was down, and as of last night, was ready to assist with drinking a keg when we needed help. My point is this – in my 24 years of existence, I have come to find that great friends are almost impossible to come by. Not just friends who will go to the bar with you, gossip, and see you once in a while for a dinner date, but the friends who have seen you fall time and time again and always offer their hand; the friends who have seen you cry with makeup up and down your face over a boy who continues to hurt you and still offer to listen; the friends who accidentally think your bed is their bed and drunkenly crawl in in the middle of the night; the friends who, when you trip and fall in public, will not walk away pretending they don’t know you, but laugh with you and warn you of the uneven sidewalk ahead. Basically, the people who have seen you and your flaws at their absolute WORST, and still love you anyway.

I know that life seems to speed up as the years go on and that everyone is always busy with work, family, school, this, that, and the other thing, but please – if you are as lucky as I am to have such incredibly wonderful people in your life, make time!! Make your hearts and schedules more accessible, and in relation to the post below, tell the people you love and appreciate HOW MUCH you love and appreciate them…ALL THE TIME. It is the easiest thing to do and yet, it sometimes seems we have become so jaded that we are okay with assuming that they know how we feel. Change that and REALLY surprise someone. Make this the first New Years resolution that you actually keep!

Hello and Happy New Year!

Now that it’s a new year and Kels and Lans have both introduced themselves AND written multiple posts, it’s time for me to do the same!

I’m Ariel but most call me Rel (R-E-L…get it?) or some variation on the theme. I’m the oldest of the apartment (by only one year) but definitely play the role of ‘Mama Rel’, especially during those crazy nights when I fall asleep on the bathroom floor, holding my roommate’s hand as she throws up. I’d say that’s true friendship right there! I was born and raised in a suburb of Boston and at first, was VERY unhappy to be back after graduation as most friends went to New York City or elsewhere to have amazing adventures far from home and their families. I didn’t live AT home but I definitely wasn’t far (let’s put it this way…it was in a different zip code…barely). It wasn’t that I was afraid to have an adventure, but I wanted to work at a hospital in Health Care Finance which fortunately (or unfortunately), is right outside my childhood front door. I’m proud to say that I work at the best hospital in the country (#1 woo hoo!) and in 21 days, am starting my MBA in Health Sector Management at one of the top Business Schools. I always have to remind myself that I’m doing pretty well and that having family close by is never a bad thing (although mine doesn’t come to clean the apartment when I’m not there). I am truly fortunate to have them just a few miles away.

While growing up, I was told that everything should be done to work toward a specific goal. All internships, classes, clubs, etc. had to mean something which brings me to my first point…I’m a planner and I like to have control. I have a VERY type-A personality and sometimes feel like a 30 year old living in a 24 year old’s body which brings me to my second point…I have anxiety disorder. While being anxious can motivate, it can also be extremely harmful (emotionally and physically – I also enjoy zzzquil) and frustrating. It also causes me to put other people before myself (because it’s always easier to solve other people’s problems, right?). The end of 2012 not only means the literal beginning of a new year and a clean slate, but also allows me to close the book on a year-long abusive relationship. In 2013, I’m going to kick anxiety’s ass and focus on myself, the people I love (and who love me), and let go of my need for control. 2013 is also going to be about great accomplishments academically and otherwise, and finding my balance of work and play. This is the biggest clichĂ© in the world but LIFE IS TOO SHORT. It has been almost three years since I left the magical bubble of Storrs, CT, and time is only speeding up. I’ve vowed to live every day with love and have NO regrets.

Here’s to 2013 – it’s definitely going to be OUR year.

2013- OUR year

Seeing as today is January 1, I figured I should finally write my first post, as this is something I have been meaning to do for a while.  Hey! I’m Ilana or as most of my friends call me Lans.  I went to UCONN where I met my amazing castle mates and then moved to the best city ever in September of 2011.  Moving to Boston has been an absolute dream come true- I’m one of those people who LOVED college and cried when I left some of my best friends after graduation.  But life post college is even better- no homework and all the freedom in the world.  I am so lucky to share this city with some of my favorite people from Providence (where I grew up), UCONN, and other parts of my life.

So my life- the reason we decided to start this blog.  I was in a sorority in college and we have a tradition where every year as a send off, the sorority gets together, gets drunk, and “roasts” all the senior girls.  For this senior roast the girl who was in charge of putting together this event made us all shirts that  said seniors on the front and something specific to each senior on the back.  Mine said “my life is a sick joke”- this is how I am known to pretty much everyone who knows me well enough.  However more recently I have decided to remove the sick part because my life is just ridiculous.  I truly believe my friends only keep me around for my stories and for their entertainment. I’ll take it- I hope you at least get a good laugh out of how amazing and funny and ironic and ridiculous my life is at all times.  I’ll get into this in the next post but it ranges from my boss who looks like Mr Incredible and acts like he is the best person on this planet to running into awkward past hook ups at the worst times to dating 30 year olds to my ridiculously overprotective incredible parents coming to clean my apartment when I’m not even there and so so much more.

One of my best friends and I have decided that this year, although it is 2013 (note the 13), this is going to be OUR year…we are 23.. employed…loving life..and living with no regrets.  We’ve decided we are way too young to settle in any aspect of our lives, whether it is love, friendship, or reaching a gym or health goal.  Although I do not do crossfit like Kels, my gym is very similar and we share the same passion for lifting weights and being strong AND sexy.  Kelsie is much more inspirational than I am so I’ll leave that part of the blog to her but I’ll throw in my 2 sense every now and then too.

BRUNCH- i plan my weekends around it and you should too.  This is something I do know well and bring my roommates to some of my best brunch places in the city so I will happily share my gold mines with you.  Let’s start with Cafe Luna in Cambridge- Nutella Banana stuffed french toast.. need I say more?

I’m sorry this post is all over the place and I promise the next will be better but this is my brief introduction. I could not be happier with where I am in life right now and the people who surround me every day.  I am extremely lucky and live my life to the fullest, because as Kelsie said, we only have one life and this is mine.  Welcome : ))

Happy new year!! Bring it 2013- we’re ready for you.

New Year, New Recipes!

Well, here we are. A chapter closed and a blank slate of a year in front of us. As I said goodbye to 2012 last night I couldn’t help but look around and smile. There I was all dressed up in my own apartment surrounded by the ones I love the most and what more could I ask for then that? Don’t get me wrong, this past year has been a hell of a rollercoaster but looking back I wouldn’t change a thing. I’ve learned more about myself in 2012 then I have in the past 5 years. I’m stronger then I give myself credit for, capable of things I never dreamed and I’m proud of where I’ve ended up. My only hope is I can continue to be so lucky in 2013. Give me what you’ve got world, I’m ready.

Now, I keep promising you guy’s recipes and have yet to post any! (Forgive me? Please? Ok good) So before I dive right in I’ll give you a little background on my cooking style. Everything I make I adapt off of recipes I’ve made before, seen in other cookbooks, or are old time family favorites. General theme amongst my food is clean and delicious. I focus on using fresh veggies and giving a balance of lean protein, carbs (veggies, fruits, whole grains) and healthy fats (nuts, avocados, oils). I recently started using the zone diet as a way to plan out my meals and fuel myself correctly for the gruelling workouts Crossfit has in store for me. I have some seriously delicious cheat meals, which I’ll post too, but I try to incorporate a healthier spin on those as well.

On Saturday the girls and I decided we were going to get ready for our New Years extravaganza by not doing a darn thing. So I decided to cook dinner and we watched one of our favorite movies “Love Actually.” Talk about a seriously girly night. It was fantastic. For dinner I made walnut crusted chicken on a bed of bacon and onion sweet potato mash. The recipe below feeds four.

For the chicken:

4 thin cut chicken breasts

1 egg

1 cup of crusted walnuts

1/2 tbsp garlic powder

1/2 tbsp onion powder

1 tsp pepper

Salt to taste

Preheat your oven to 375 degrees. Scramble the egg and in a bowl and pour out onto a plate. On a second plate, combine your walnuts and seasonings and mix thoroughly. Coat both sides of the chicken with the egg wash and then coat both sides with the walnut mixture. Place the chicken in a pyrex dish and bake for 15-20.

For the sweet potato mash:

6 strips of center cut bacon (less fat, but if you have regular that’s fine too)

1 small onion, finely diced

2 medium sized sweet potatoes

Salt and pepper to taste

Preheat your oven to 400 (for the sake of this recipe I kept my oven at 375 so I could bake the chicken simultaneously, but you’ll have to keep them in for a little longer). Poke holes in your sweet potatoes and wrap them in aluminium foil. Place them in a baking dish and into the oven for 45-60 minutes, depending on the size and desired done-ness (did I mention I make up words?). The baking dish underneath helps to catch any juices that may escape from the sweet potatoes because it can be a pain to scrape off the bottom of the oven. While your potatoes are cooking away, cook your bacon. Place the bacon on a couple paper towels for the excess grease to get soaked up then chop up the strips into small pieces. Reserve a little bit of your bacon grease and cook your onions until they are translucent. Put the bacon and onions to the side. Once the sweet potatoes are done cooking, open up the aluminium foil and let them cool for about 10 minutes. Cut the potatoes in half and dump the flesh into a mixing bowl. Add your salt, pepper, bacon and onions and mash. Done!

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Girls night is never complete without dessert and I made berry parfaits! I found the below recipe (feeds four) on the Fit Men Cook instagram and it was a huge hit! Clean eats and a nice sweet ending.

3 cups mixed berries (I used blackberries and sliced strawberries)

1 tbsp coconut oil

1 cup of quick cook oats

6 oz container plain greek yogurt

In a medium skillet, melt your coconut oil over medium heat. Place your berries in the skillet and mix them around. Cover the pan and let them simmer for 8-10 minutes until they make a compote or sorts. Let the layering begin! Start with 1/8 cup of quick cook oats at the bottom of a small glass add a ladle full of the berries (the warm fruit will actually cook the oats!) then a dollop of greek yogurt. Repeat. Presto! Delicious and nutritious. (In the photo below I also have a paleo chocolate chip cookie on the side, but I’ll post that another day)

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Hope you all enjoy the good eats posted today! Let me know how the recipes turn out and if you have any tips or tricks you stumbled upon while making them.

Happy New Year!

My No Good, Awful, Bad Day

So the plan was to wait for everyone to post their opening statements so you could get to know each one of us a little before we start telling stories and sharing our life lessons. Well in the interest of the day I had (just wait – this is going to be good) I decided to break that thought. You know when you wake up and you just have this feeling, this feeling that things will not be going your way no matter what you do. It’s like those orange juice commercials, where she goes through all the tough things that are going to happen and she says “Well, at least I have my orange juice.” Ladies and gents, I did not have my orange juice. So the story begins…

Sleep and I have not been getting along lately. I can fall asleep, but don’t stay asleep. I can’t fall asleep, then can’t wake up. It’s a vicious cycle for which I’ve turned to wine and Zzquil (healthy – I know). So I fell asleep just fine, and woke up ready to start a new day at 3am. Awesome. When I finally got back to sleep at 7am, I must have shoved my phone so far under my pillow to where I never heard my alarm go off. Finally woke up at 8:45am… too bad I had an 8am meeting. Again, awesome.  Now being a consultant, I can pretty much work anywhere. They set us up with a VPN and say “Hey, you can work from home you just have to be available all the time.” Nice catch 22 huh. It just so happened this day I needed to go into the office to have my computer worked on, and I had a coffee date (we’ll save dating for another post – but believe me, that one will be hilarious as well).

Frantically I check the bus schedule and find the last bus into the city for the morning is at 9:25am… it was 9:10am. Scramble together some lunch, throw on some clothes, braid my hair back and sprint to the bus. PHEW, just made it. Heart beat coming down, sweat starts to cool… wait a minute, why is the bus turning left… CRAP – wrong bus. So I think so myself, oh well I’ll just hop on the T when it drops me off and head to the office. Another wave of panic sets in as I very clearly picture my wallet sitting on the counter at my apartment. So this means no money, no credit cards, no keys and just my luck I used the last $4.50 on my Charlie card to take the express bus downtown. Just a recap, It is now 9:45am and I am already having an AWESOME day… and it only gets better.

At this point I’m questioning how I’m getting back today. Thank goodness for Rel as we made a plan for me to meet her at work and then we can hop on the T together. Finally, a win until I realize I now have a 2 mile walk from Copley to South Station where I work. Get to the office, frozen like a popsicle, and get set up and ready for my day – just in time to spill hot chocolate down my sweater. At this point, I’m actually laughing at myself until I get up to go to the bathroom and the heel of my shoe breaks off. Have you ever actually known anyone that’s happened to? No, you only read that kind of thing in a book. Until it happens. To you. On a no good, awful, bad day.

So I met the guy for coffee, which was great and a much needed reprieve (again, we’ll leave dating for another day – I have a few stories that are a doozy).  Get back to my office and realize I need to leave to meet my roommate at her office. Plug the address in my phone and it takes 20 minutes to get there, perfect! I have a conference call to listen to on my way and things are looking up. 35 minutes in to my walk I’m starting to think there’s something wrong here. Looking at all the roads I’m realizing I am walking with the one ways and going around blocks, which doesn’t make very much sense. Check my phone and see that I have forgotten to switch the navigation from driving to pedestrian mode. I have now walked way out of my way, and somehow farther from her office then I started. Good.

Finally I made it. She’s a doll so by the look on my face, she doesn’t even ask what happened just gives me a hug and says, “Let’s go home.” YES, PLEASE – well after a pit stop for wine of course. Two hours later, feet are finally kicked up on the coffee table and the wine is uncorked. Things are looking up! Up next, some amazing grilled cheese with bacon and tomatoes (I’m a lactard, but after the day I had I could have cared less). Easy peasy; dancing in the kitchen, little dash of this a little of that, delicious dinner and Im off to bed – Just kidding, that would be way too easy. Slice my finger open while cutting the cheese, burn my hand on the pan, blacken the grilled cheese, burn my tongue on the tomato soup, spill the wine… yup, that sounds more like it.

Around 8pm I realize, wow I got basically nothing done today. Between my 6 hours in transportation, hanging out at the IT desk, coffee with the guy, not much time to get actual things done. Problem one – our internet isn’t working. Of course. At least I know it’s not just my computer as the rest of the girls can’t seem to connect either. Have no fear, I can tether from my work phone! Problem two – my never fails VPN, fails. Can’t seem to connect to the work server and log in to get the information I need. So I read all the emails I didn’t get through on my phone, including multiple “WHERE ARE YOU? WHAT ARE YOU DOING? WHY ARENT YOU RESPONDING TO ME?” from my director (again, another day and another few great stories). Finally I think to myself, “Valiant effort Kels, but I’m not sure you should continue on with this day. Throw your hands up, and off to bed with you.” I leaned back and thought, self – you are right.

I go to bed, fall asleep to a little Desperate Housewives on Netflix and think that tomorrow will be better. It just has to be. I wake up, ready to take on another day and find I HAVE PINK EYE. What respectable 20 something year old gets pink eye, you ask? Well, I guess me. And that was when I thought ya know, as fun as it is to still be grumpy about this I think I’m going to laugh. Laughing seems like a much better option at this point. And if today follows suit with yesterday, whatever. I’m going to laugh anyways.

See I have this theory called the “Black Cloud Syndrome.” It’s when you just can’t get it right. Your moves in the world aren’t lining up with the universe. Life keeps kicking and you keep falling. Flat on your face, maybe your ass, but regardless you are ALL over the place. Life lesson here – those days are going to come. More often then you want, and at the worst times possible. What can you do? If you want, pitch a tantrum. Give a big “FU” to the universe and curse the day. Then, look around you. Look at what you have, and the life you live, the chances you’ve taken, opportunities you’ve grabbed, and most of all – realize you’re living. And that alone, is something to be thankful for. Be grateful, SO grateful that you get to have a bad day. That may sound a little extremist, maybe a little off kilter but in the crazy world we live in today you have to be a little out there.

Addendum: So I wrote this post on Thursday, 12/13/12. On that day, I knew the world was a rough place. I knew that there were evils I could never imagine lurking among me in the city, in my state, in the world that I lived. However, I didn’t know that an evil so big as a shooter walking into an elementary school and taking innocent lives that had never had a chance to grow, was possible. I didn’t know that a third grader could wake up on a Friday, excited to go play at recess and finish off their week of learning could walk into class and not come home. I had no idea that a 27 year old teacher, someone who isn’t much older then I am, could go to work on a chilly December day and have to use herself as a barrier between a gun and a group of kids. I could never have fathomed that could happen. In my bubble, in my 20 something year old view of the world, I never thought I would read an article and my heart would break. Over and over again, my heart continues to break. Be thankful. Be grateful. Hold on tight to the ones you love, and never ever think that your days are dispensable. Even your bad days, are a day you get to breathe the fresh air, take a step outside your door and live your life. When you have a bad day and your kicking yourself thinking it’s THE WORST anyones ever had… look up at the sun, or the clouds, or in the rain, whatever weather you may be fighting and smile. Smile up at those kids and those adults that lost their lives yesterday. For what they would give to be having your bad day. What their families would give for them to be having your bad day.

The Castle’s thoughts and prayers are with those affected by the tragedy in Newtown, CT yesterday.