Can't make it to our fundraiser? That's okay. We'll miss you and all, but it just means more vodka for us ;)
Lucky for you, the raffle prizes are available to EVERYONE, not just the attendees. Here are the deets:
Thank you for your support!
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
Cocktails for a Cause
What are you doing on Saturday the 25th? Joining Meghan and me for cocktails I hope!
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
Charity Contest!
Have you donated to my charity for the Boston Marathon, yet? No? Welp, you probably should. Not only does donating to a charity make you a better person, but for the next 6 days it also means you could win a free night's stay at the Fairmont Copley Plaza hotel- one of Boston's amazing 5 star hotels right in downtown.
So if you don't want to donate the money for me, fine. If you don't want to donate it for the Zapp family and the foundation they've established to prevent violent crimes against women, that's fine too.
Maybe you should donate for yourself and get a sweeeeeet deal at this GORGEOUS location (They've also promised the stay can be used DURING marathon weekend! Watch the race 2 blocks from the finish line!)
Seriously though, it's a great cause and a great contest
so ENTER!
(Psssst, thank you by the way. REALLY. It means a lot! Every dollar helps)
Monday, January 16, 2012
Boston Bound! Fundraising for the ALLY Foundation
Greetings! Let’s talk numbers:
Number of weeks I am training for the Boston Marathon: 18
The temperature of my 12 mile run this past weekend: 15
Beers I’ve skipped due to an early a.m. run: too many L
Beers I’ve chugged AFTER those long runs to compensate: too many ;)
Pounds I’ve gained bc I’ve convinced myself I need the “extra carbs”: 5
Money I am DETERMINED to raise for the ALLY Foundation: $5,000
Days until the Marathon: 90
Amount I must raise each day to achieve my goal: $55.555556 (let’s just round down and say $55, shall we?)
Maybe you’re an avid runner yourself, maybe you’re not, perhaps we haven’t spoken in years and you don’t even remember who I am, but that’s okay.
If you don’t want to contribute the money for me, then do it for your mom.
Your sister.
Your girlfriend, wife, or aunt.
Because no woman should ever have to live in fear and the ALLY Foundation is doing everything in their power to prevent that from happening.
You can go here to visit my fundraising page, to learn more about the ALLY Foundation and donate to this worthwhile cause:
Every little bit helps. I sincerely appreciate anything you can donate!
Thank you so much and I look forward to seeing everyone on the 16th!
Love,
Marie
P.S. For the locals: Mark your calendars! We’re putting the FUN in fundraiser on February 25th with a night of Booze for Boston Marathon charity event at the Savin Bar and Kitchen. Details to follow!
Monday, November 21, 2011
Tomorrow morning....
I WILL wake up at 6:45 am and go for a run.
I will. I will. I will.
Errrr....better switch from wine to water. Wamp wamp waaaaaamp.
Sunday, November 20, 2011
The REAL reason I want to blog again
When I wrote about all of the people I was blogging for in my last post, I forgot one very important person...
...me.
I would be lying if I didn't say the biggest motivator to pick up writing again is my own well-being. It keeps me accountable. Over the summer, I had plenty of excuses not to blog: wedding planning, working 40+ hours a week, and writing a Master's dissertation are enough to make any normal person crazy. Buuuuut, the disseration is done and it's been almost two months since the wedding.
Since then, I've found myself in a rut of sorts. I wouldn't necessarily call it post-bridal blues (because thank god wedding planning is o.v.e.r.), more just getting stuck in a routine. My weekly mileage has significantly decreased as I've repeatedly opted to hit snooze rather than hit the streets and lately vegetables seem to have completely disappeared from my life (Brussel sprouts....where are youuuuu?).
It's also been taking me longer and longer to get ready for things because I keep changing my outfits. I put something on, immediately hate it, ask Sean if he likes it, he (of course) says yes (smart man), I tell him I hate it anyway and change. The cycle repeats until I've exhausted everything in my closet and end up back in the first outfit. It's ridiculous.
Last week, as I sat on the couch in my sweatpants at 6:45 on a Tuesday, having not exercised in days and eating my second (okay third) helping of peanut butter pretzels washed down by a glass of wine, I realized something needs to change. I knew how the rest of the night would end up. Watch TV until around 10-10:30 while reading other people's blogs, snarking on them high-school style in my mind, and then going to bed. BLAH. When did I become such a bum?
I stayed away from blogging for so long because I didn't like the pressure it put on me. But really, where's the pressure even coming from? It's a blog, not the Bible. I need to chill the eff out. I feel like starting to blog again is a step in the right direction.
No one wants to read a blog about which sweatpants I put on when I got home from work and I certainly don't want to write about it. So this blog is also for me. It's the kick in the ass I need to get back to being myself.
The self that likes early morning runs, tequila, spinach smoothies and Bravo TV...all in equal proportions.
Bring it on.
...me.
I would be lying if I didn't say the biggest motivator to pick up writing again is my own well-being. It keeps me accountable. Over the summer, I had plenty of excuses not to blog: wedding planning, working 40+ hours a week, and writing a Master's dissertation are enough to make any normal person crazy. Buuuuut, the disseration is done and it's been almost two months since the wedding.
Since then, I've found myself in a rut of sorts. I wouldn't necessarily call it post-bridal blues (because thank god wedding planning is o.v.e.r.), more just getting stuck in a routine. My weekly mileage has significantly decreased as I've repeatedly opted to hit snooze rather than hit the streets and lately vegetables seem to have completely disappeared from my life (Brussel sprouts....where are youuuuu?).
It's also been taking me longer and longer to get ready for things because I keep changing my outfits. I put something on, immediately hate it, ask Sean if he likes it, he (of course) says yes (smart man), I tell him I hate it anyway and change. The cycle repeats until I've exhausted everything in my closet and end up back in the first outfit. It's ridiculous.
Last week, as I sat on the couch in my sweatpants at 6:45 on a Tuesday, having not exercised in days and eating my second (okay third) helping of peanut butter pretzels washed down by a glass of wine, I realized something needs to change. I knew how the rest of the night would end up. Watch TV until around 10-10:30 while reading other people's blogs, snarking on them high-school style in my mind, and then going to bed. BLAH. When did I become such a bum?
I stayed away from blogging for so long because I didn't like the pressure it put on me. But really, where's the pressure even coming from? It's a blog, not the Bible. I need to chill the eff out. I feel like starting to blog again is a step in the right direction.
No one wants to read a blog about which sweatpants I put on when I got home from work and I certainly don't want to write about it. So this blog is also for me. It's the kick in the ass I need to get back to being myself.
The self that likes early morning runs, tequila, spinach smoothies and Bravo TV...all in equal proportions.
Bring it on.
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
....aaaaand so it begins again!
Welp, here we are.
Welcome back. Or should I be saying welcome? It's a bit of both, I suppose. I'm back to blogging after a seven month rut sabbatical, but this time under a new name- literal and figurative.
Since we last chatted, I've moved back to Boston
convinced this guy to marry me
found a full time job I kind of actually love
* CLOSE YOUR EYES AND IMAGINE ME AT WORK *
oh, and officially signed up to run the 2012 Boston Marathon. (holycrapholycrapholycrap)
*IMAGINE 2nd PHOTO OF ME PEEING MYSELF WITH FEAR AND EXCITEMENT* (Ew. On second thought, don't)
As I decided to make my triumphant return to blogging, I realized writing under Quarterlife Quandary just didn't feel quite right anymore. Turning 28 this year officially kicks me out of the quarter-life club and on both a personal and professional level, I no longer find myself in any sort of quandary (unless deciding between tequila and vodka counts?). As great as QQ has been to me over the past two years, it is time for us to part ways.
So long, Quarterlife. I'm onto greener pastures. I'll see you in 23 years for my next blog, "Midlife Crisis Calamity", where I'll write about Botox injections and Real Housewives on the Moon.
Sigh. We'll always have Snooki.
Enter: Marie's Musings...or The Musing's of Marie Griffin...whichever you prefer. I'm a big fan of alliteration, but every M combination I could think of has already been done to death. Martinis, meals, miles, marathons, monograms: all taken several times over, and so we have my musings (there will also be plenty of margaritas though- have no fear).
Truth be told, I was am extremely apprehensive about rejoining the ranks of the blogosphere again. Blogging has this sneaky way of innocently coming into your life and completely taking over. Before you know it, you're hitting page refresh on your Google Analytics every 30 seconds and all of your conversations start with "you wouldn't believe what soandso did online"....
....and there goes your social life. and your sanity.
The Blog Monster is tricky like that.
But this time around, I'm smarter than It. I'm not writing this blog for a book deal or free swag. I'm not looking for sponsorship and I won't be monetizing. I'm writing this blog for people.
For my husband's friends in Germany who asked when I'd be posting next.
For my cousin's high-school aged daughter who apparently reads this (Oh Lord. Sorry for the swearing and the excessive drinking.)
For my best friend, Kym, who stalks me on gchat every day to lovingly nudge me back to writing.
And, of course, for all the people in the blogging community I've met.
Because none of this is worth it if you don't have a place to exercise your narcissism and brag humbly about yourself 3-4x a week to an audience of total strangers, right?
Let the fun begin!
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