SIDENOTE: struggling to get back

Well hello there. 

It sure has been a while, hasn't it?  For that, I apologize.  I equate it to the same way I'll read three novels back to back and then not pick another one up for a while.  No excuses - especially because since my last post about "Surviving a Tuxedo," I've survived a hurricane and week without power or water (which meant binge eating, binge drinking, a 48-hour Game of Thrones marathon, loss of my favorite sunglasses at "The Honky Tonk Tavern" (why?), couch-surfing and a pulled neck muscle.)  My struggles don't compare to those who actually lost so much during Sandy ... so from here on out I will clarify that by my struggles, I mean my not really problems.  I have a home to go home to, a family safe and sound, a job/office to report to - plus, the experience helped me finally clean out my fridge and freezer.

With that said, I lay some long delayed HMOH sidenotes on you without fear of judgement.  I'm a selfless, entitled person and so I will own these rants below:

• You want to talk about daily struggles? It's called trying to get egg shells out of the egg whites bowl.  It's like one of those IQ tests they give in hopes you'll score high on the idiot scale. Chickens all over the world just laughing at us.  Just trying to get your finger right on the spot where the shell lies and then stealthily maneuver it to the side the bowl is harder than most things I encounter on a day-to-day basis. 
• My friend just returned from Jordan - an "Indiana Jones"-type adventure that seems like such an amazing trip.  After eating a part of a goat or boar or something that should not be used in a sentence with the word "eat," he unfortunately got sick ... and lost 10 lbs.  I wanted to feel so bad while reading about his misfortune, but I also wanted to know if they sell Jordanian (struggled here too - really wanted to go with Jordanese) goat here in New York.  I'm due for 10lbs before the holidays.
• I was a superhero this morning - bringing a bacon, egg and cheese sandwich to someone in need.  The smell of the eggs made this someone nauseous (he'd later vomit in a cab) and so he not-so-graciously declined my adorable gesture.  I offered to take it with me and pass it off to a homeless person.  I didn't pass any homeless people.  So I ate it.  Sober.  #therearestarvingchildreninthisworld






Sidenote to sidenote: If this wasn't $250 and a blatant advertisement for my early 20s, I would so add it to my Christmas list.. Well done, Kate Spade intern. 


• It's been a long-time goal of mine to give back via a mentoring program and I've graciously been accepted and matched to an awesome girl this year.  I'm so excited to serve as a mentor and encourage anyone in the NYC area to look into joining this organization.  We're working together on goals and making sure she gets into college.  I'm trying to come to terms with the fact that, once again, I'm not going to Harvard or getting wait-listed early admission from Cornell.  I will not run away from home this time.  At least I don't think so.

I AM running away to home for Thanksgiving with family and friends and can't believe how quickly the year has come and gone.  It's this time of year that makes me fall back in love with NYC and look for extra ways to give to those with actual struggles.  A week without power in order to have the whole city grid lit up in the holiday spirit will be worth it.

'Til the next time - where I'll switch my entitled problems over to what I seriously am most thankful for this year ...

-HMOH

p.s. In all seriousness, (and because my friend Lauren is amazing and makes me feel bad that my blog is not dedicated to the better good of strangers), there are many ways to do good and get involved in Hurricane Sandy relief. I hope you, my readers, have or will do something for those most affected.