Rock you like a hurricane.

To all of my friends and family all up and down the east coast, be safe this weekend! Stay inland and indoors. And if anyone wants to have a Hurricane party…. Let me know. It’s safe to say I’ll be drinking and playing boardgames to pass the time all weekend.

 

My first ever earthquake experience! I must blog about it.

Ok, so by now today’s earthquake is old news… I mean, Bennifer is preggers again, the Smith’s are separating… an earthquake on the East Coast is child’s play compared to all of this earth shattering news! However, this was my first ever earthquake and dammit, I’m blogging about it! I’m on the 3rd floor of my building and when I first felt the effects of the earthquake I thought I was experiencing early-onset menopause. Like, for real. I got all hot and woozy and then I started getting all wobbly…. little did I know it was my rolly chair that was wobbling all over my cube. Then I heard this strange “tap, tap, tap” noise. I look over into the office next to my cube and the strings on the window shades are swaying back and forth tapping against the wall. Instantly I thought I was in some sci-fi movie and started to mildly panic. I vaguely remember standing up and grasping onto the edge of my cubical as I’m sure that ever-so-sturdy structure would be the best form of protection. I’ve never experienced a natural disaster before, leave me alone. So anyway, then some guy who is not an LP employee ran into our office and told us to evacuate the building in a hot panic. So I took off for the door… remembered my Chanel bag…. ran back to my desk to grab it, and then ran for the door again. Once outside of the building news started to spread about just how far this earthquake had actually reached and that was a little freaky. After a few minutes passed and we all realized we were okay and everyone we knew and loved was ok we were able to relax and enjoy all of the funny Facebook posts and Tweets. Below are a few of my favorite Tweets (and yes, one of them is mine. I’m funny too!) At some point tomorrow I want to post my favorite Facebook posts as well. I know some funny people, so enjoy! Oh, and wherever you are, I hope you’re ok too!

Having a ‘relevation’

When Matt and I were on our honeymoon I had my first “relevation.” What’s a relevation you ask? Oh, well, it’s a revelation you come to while intoxicated and cannot actually say the word “revelation.” Picture this: we were sitting at the bar on the terrace at our hotel, I’m sipping on a pina colada, Matt’s more than sipping on dirty martinis with extra olives and we’re loving life. I had only had one pina colada, but I can’t help myself from eating the olives out of Matt’s martinis, which he had about two or three of. So I get up to go to the bathroom which is down a long flight of stairs, and I find myself holding onto the banister for dear life. If I had fallen down the stairs in front of all those people, which I felt like I was going to, I would have been mortified. Luckily, I did not. I successfully make it down to the bathroom and I am vigorously trying to figure out how in the hell I got so drunk. I only had ONE pina colada. I know I can be a light weight but dear god that’s just embarrassing! And then it hit me, imagine a little light bulb going off over my head. And there it was, my “relevation.” I stumbled back up the stairs and sat down on my bar stool all excited to announce my relevation to Matt. This was our conversation:

Me: Matt! I just had a relevation in the bathroom!

Matt: A what?

Me: A relevation! I know how I got so drunk… it was the olives!

Matt just stared at me, very intensely, like my face was a rubik’s cube he could solve just by looking at me.

Matt: Rach… did you seriously just figure that out? And what the hell is a relevation?

Me: A relevation.. when you like, you know, realize something new or have an epiphany?

Matt: A revelation you mean?

I thought about it long and hard. I swore I was right, relevation just sounded right. But alas, it is not, obviously. How embarrassing. Thankfully I didn’t make this announcement to everyone at the bar, just my husband who knows how weird I can be.

So anyway, today I came to another ‘relevation’ (minus the alcohol, I’m at work people!) When you’re married thinking baby names is almost like thinking about what you’re going to have for dinner that night. Maybe not that extreme, but you get the picture. I LOVE baby names… I always have. It took me years to like my own name so I would always flip through the pages of baby books to come up with a name for myself that I liked better. And so, I’ve always had a thing for picking out names. So today as I was washing my hands after lunch I was thinking about how much I liked Diana Argon’s name, her full name, Diana Elise Argon. It just sounds so pretty, so classy! So I immediately attached ‘Ross’ to the end to see how it would sound; Diana Elise Ross, che bella!? Diana Ross….. oh wait. I feel like I’ve heard that name before? I ran into a coworker’s office and asked her to Google the name for me, I knew I knew who it was I just could not put my finger on it. Clare laughed at me as she immediately recognized the name and then there she was: Diana Ross with her afro in all its glory. Aw crap. Back to the drawing board.

[Here’s a photo of the olives in action. Note the empty pina colada glass.

Judging by the look on my face that this is after the relevation… oi vey ]

My new addiction. As if I need another one…

This morning while surfing the world wide web I somehow ended up on this site… Boticca. It’s a site for jewelry and accessories where different designers can join and feature their own items. Everything is unique and different, but everything is beautiful. I have been on the site for the last half hour and haven’t seen much I wouldn’t wear yet. My favorites so far? Naturally this unicorn ring designed by LeiVanKash. It brings the cheesy sorority girl spirit right out of me. And I thought those days were behind me… nerp. As any girl in Delta Phi Epsilon knows, you can never own too many unicorns. Next up? This one REALLY speaks to my wish jewelry addiction… strawberries and cream wish and friendship bracelet set. Oh Vivien Frank… you know me so well. And the fact that is has a feather charm? Added bonus, as I am slightly obsessed with anything feathered right now.

It’s Friday, Friday, Friday!

Sorry to quote the so un-inspiring Rebecca Black… but really, what better way is there to express our love and excitement for Friday? Even better when it’s half day Friday! So I’ll be signing out early today and heading straight to my pool to be a waste for the rest of the afternoon and safely bake my skin. It’s August and my tan is embarrassing. ::bbm hand over eyes face:: No big plans for this weekend but I’m hoping tomorrow the weather holds up so Matt and I can actually visit NJ’s botanical gardens! Our plans seem to get ruined every weekend so I have my fingers crossed this weekend. Hopefully I’ll have some pretty pictures to share with you guys next week. Til then, stay cool, see ya laaaater. :-*

I want her job!

So I follow this blog [Tiny Buddha] and it’s simply amazing. Filled with uplifting posts on how to cope with real life complications; awful relationships, bad friends, loss, anger. You name it, they’re coping with it. It’s great, everyone should check it out, but that’s not the point of this post. I saw an advertisement on their blog for this website called Iwantherjob.com and naturally I clicked on the link. I loved what I saw. It was an entire website 100% dedicated to every day women who loved their jobs. What most attracted me to this site was that these weren’t like A-List celebrity women just bragging about doing nothing and making millions of dollars doing it; they were real life women with normal jobs that they just really loved. After reading several interviews I noticed there was a tab at the top of the page that said “become a leading lady” and I was like hmmm…. I love my job… I want to be a leading lady! So I took a small leap of faith and sent the creator an e-mail. This is what I said:

My name is Rachel Ross and I am writing for a chance to be featured on your blog. I have a very important reason for wanting to be featured here; my job seems very unimportant, my company is very small, and I cannot get enough of it. I was unemployed for a long time (I’m only 23, but I had worked every day of my life as soon as I was old enough, being as my parents both owned their own businesses. One being a karate school and the other a small chain of Italian ice stores). When I graduated college I quit my part time job as a salon receptionist, mostly because my boss had Ari Gold syndrome. I was getting married in August so I just stopped working all together to be my own full-time wedding planner. After the honeymoon was over (literally) I had gotten so used to being unemployed that I lost all motivation to actually do something with my college degree. Months had gone by and the excuses as to why I wasn’t looking for a job started to get worse and worse…my husband had eventually had enough. I started searching for the right company to work for. I had this idea that I wanted to do something really great and work for an amazing company in the city. I had interviews with Fashion designers and Music producers, but nothing seemed to work. I submitted a resume to this small company called Lindsay Phillips somewhere in the midst of all the resume submitting. Lindsay Phillips herself is a 26 year old Florida native who started designing shoes when she was in high school. To be honest, I had sent out so many resumes I had completely forgotten all about this company. A few days before my birthday I found out that the job I was most interested in had fallen through; I was one of the top 3 contenders but didn’t make the cut. I was devastated. I had already started planning my morning commutes, spending every penny I had left on “work appropriate” outfits, even day dreaming what my co-workers would be like. To get a letter in the mail that says thanks, but no thanks, really sucked all the wind out of my self-confident sails. Christmas and New Years came and went and I was still unemployed. I was sitting on my couch crying to a Lifetime show when my cell phone rang and the woman on the other end of the line introduced herself as “Shelli, from Lindsay Phillips!” My heart dropped. To think, I almost let this call go to voicemail because I was crying so hard watching “One Born Every Minute.” I came in for a series of interviews with just about everyone who worked there and within two weeks I had a full-time job. The girl who I was replacing was supposed to train me, and just my luck, never actually came back. The position I hold is mainly “web representative” or “web customer service.” It’s a one person gig, and I was thrown into the middle of it blind. I had to train myself with help here and there from other coworkers who knew some of what my position entailed. After a month or two I was finally able to take the training wheels off and stop playing catch up and really make my presence known at this company. One of the main things we are trying to do is expand ourselves through social media, and that is where I really come in. The day Facebook opened up to anyone in or out of college, I had one. The day I learned about Twitter, I made one. I was a self-proclaimed Social Media guru. In the short months that I have been working for this company, I have nearly doubled the amount of twitter followers we have and grown our Facebook fans by over 4,000, and those numbers continue to grow every day. I have been able to put my own voice and creative ideas to work to attract people to our company. I get to do fun things like to go events we co-host and do live tweeting and Facebook posting as well as keep up with our blog and Youtube page. Holding this position has given me so much more knowledge about Social Media, and the fashion industry as a whole. There is about 20 people who work for this company, and 90% of them are women between the ages of 23-40. (There’s literally only 4 men what work here!) It’s an amazing company to work for. Over the past month or two, I’ve gone from web customer service to a social media strategist. I know that you’re very selective about the women you choose to be featured, and I know that being a social media strategist isn’t exactly the most glamorous job of them all, but I truly do love what I do. I think it would be fun to be featured on this blog for young women soul searching right out of college to know what options are really out there. It is a tough pill to swallow when 9 out of 10 companies shut you down. On the other hand, it’s a really special gift when that 10th company gives you a chance, and it ends up being the perfect fit for you!

It’s pretty cheesy but she loved my pitch so much she e-mailed me back within days saying she would love to feature me. I was very excited then and even more excited when she e-mailed me yesterday to tell me my interview went live. So check it out babes! Here’s my interview with Brianne Burrowes from I Want Her Job!

PS – Brianne is pretty amazing herself and she’s also featured on the site so everyone should check it out. Maybe you’ll end up on there too!

Random Facts about The Rachel Ross

1. I HATE HATE HATE washing my hands. I do it… but I hate it! I hate wet, cold hands.

2. I have 8 tattoos and 9 piercings, but I always want more.

3. I have double jointed fingers. My thumbs especially.

4. I had to learn karate as soon as I could walk. If you know my parents, it makes sense.

5. I joke about wanting to be a reality TV star… but I’m secretly dead serious about it.

6. I have no sense of direction. To get anywhere I feel like I have to pass my house to know where I’m going.

7. As we all already know, I am team Jen, fo’ life. And also team Coco.

8. I had never had strep throat, poison ivy, or had been stung by a bee until this year. And then all 3 happened to me.

9. I cannot stand those Jennifer Hudson commercials.

10. I can count my real honest-to-goodness friends on one hand and probably still have some fingers left over. As I think everyone can if they really sat down and thought about it.

11. I have a horrible time letting go of anything.

12. I get skeeved out by my self if I don’t have a fresh manicure or pedicure.

13. My favorite nail polish is Fiji by Essie.

14. My favorite animal is an elephant. And it’s also one of my tattoos.

15. I want to ride an elephant one day. It’s without a doubt on my bucket list.

16. I went sky diving for my friends 18th birthday and she made me jump out of the plane first.

17. I’ve convinced myself that if I eat mushrooms I’ll get sick. No idea if that’s true or not.

18. I’m not spoiled… just very, very loved by a very hard working, loving man. 🙂 And I love him dearly.

19. For my wedding, I didn’t have anything old or blue.

20. My favorite author is Stephen King but my favorite book is To Kill a Mockingbird.

21. My favorite color is a mix of green and blue.

22. Everyone used to make fun of me for being addicted to Facebook. They called it “RachFaceBook.” Well now it’s my job. So bite me.

23. In the past year I have become my own version of a New Jersey Housewife. I’m a New Jersey Apartmentwife.

24. I’m addicted to shoes, jewelry, handbags, dresses, jeans, fun tops, shoes, jewelry, handbags…. oh wait…

25. Anyone who still uses their middle name on Facebook can expect to be deleted from my list of friends within the next month. Do you know how many Lisa Anne’s I know?

26. Men who get plastic surgery really freak me out.

27. I consider my cat, The Dude, my first born. Sorry kids.

28. I had to teach my 1 year old Golden Retriever how to swim because he was afraid of the pool. It was like giving swim lessons to a toddler at a beach club.

29. I am truly, truly happy.

30. I become obsessed with things easily, Michael Flynn style. For now, it’s Barbie.


A montage of sorts.

Below are just a few of my favorite photographs taken with one of my iPhone apps; Hipstomatic. They’re fun and interesting and I enjoy them. Take a peek.

My one regret…

One day, about two years ago during one of mine and Matt’s leisurely strolls through Short Hills Mall we walked past the Jimmy Choo store and I literally stopped in my tracks. In the window were these sky high sandals that were electric blue and black zebra print and they wrapped all the way up the ankle. OK. I have to be honest… I just spent about 45 minutes trying to search for these shoes on the internet to show everyone (ha!) and I actually found the ad that I first saw them in! Note: I literally haven’t seen these shoes in over two years, I almost forgot what they looked like. Which brings me back to my story. I stood in front of the store, starring at this amazing ad, with this gorgeous blonde rocking these shoes like I wouldn’t even think possible. I may or may not have even had to wipe away a little drool from my mouth. Matt saw on my face how badly I wanted these very shoes on my feet. I wouldn’t have cared if they made me bleed. I wanted these shoes. The downside? They were only about 900 dollars… no big deal, right? We’ll even get 3 pairs… naht. Matt was doing great at work… but not that great. But he knew I was jonesing for beautiful shoes, and standing right there in front of the window, he said, “you want them? They’re yours.” and do you know what I said? ….. “No, that’s ok.” (NO… that’s ok!? Kill me). He offered again. I declined again. I knew we couldn’t afford it. From then on out I couldn’t even walk past that store because I was afraid I would burst into tears at the very sight of them. One day, a few months later, Matt brought it up again. And I was like you know what… I do want them. I don’t ask for much (this was two years ago… we all know i’m a big brat now ha). It could be my birthday/christmas/valentines day/easter/whatever-other-holiday-there-is present. So we went back…. and the freaking shoes were GONE. I never even got to hold them or try them on, I never got the chance to look them up to possibly find them online later. Which is why I had such a hard time searching for these shoes. Because believe me, I tried. And here we are… over two years later, and I google “Jimmy Choo Ads” because I have no idea what they’re called or how else I could possibly find them… and there they are. My beautiful, beautiful babies. Please, observe:

I literally have to fight back a few tears even now. Had I been the spoiled brat I am now, two years ago, I would own these bad boys. I have no where in the world to wear them, but whatever. I’d walk around our apartment in them and just feel fabulous.

The point being… when someone offers you something you REALLY TRULY want, will die without, must have and can’t imagine life without it… just take it. After all, you deserve it.