The Truth, According To Wuth...

Although I took a brief hiatus from writing my blog, I have been filling my time with a number of new experiences to blog about. Last week I encouraged facebook friends, twitter followers, and my blog readers to let me know what it is about life they would like me to blog about as I was struggling for a place to start. I have decided that I will start with a topic we all love to read about...the ups and downs, highs and lows, pride and humiliation of dating. When it all comes down to it, no matter how self-sufficient a woman is, the majority of women like to be taken care of and wooed. Yes, wooed. Is wooed code word for celibacy until you drop the L word or the commitment card? No. Does it mean be given a WOO card for access to discounts in my almost hometown of Worcester, MA? No. It just means get to know the girl for cryin out loud and don't ask her on a date if you aren't really interested in dating in the first place. A little over a month ago I had three of my close...

Emma Claire Wuth, or Eclaire as I will call her for now, was born January 7, 2011 at 20.5 inches and 6.10 lbs. Being a 7-11 baby, I will never forget her birthday :) All of my life I have been surrounded by people who have kids, want kids, love kids and want everything to do with kids. I have never understood what that means until now. My entire life I have been super awkward around children; not knowing how to talk to them, understand what they are saying, or what they need. I think I have been adult child all of my life so when I am around a child I have never met before, I feel like that awkward 7 year old in the corner trying to make new friends. Do you remember what it felt like on the first day of school, or the first day of any new class or meeting for a new hobby you picked up? You feel anxiety about not knowing anyone, how they will respond to you, or whether or not you will be liked? Well, that is how I feel around kids. They have the ability to sniff out fear of not ...

Sometimes... when your heart hurts, you feel like your whole body is about to fall apart. Like, your knees will give out, your legs won't work, your brain will no longer let you control your emotions and it will show all over you. It will show in your eyes, your skin, your hair, your posture, your mouth, and in the decisions that you make. I have spent my entire life protecting my heart and trying to mask my feelings from the world and only feel in the privacy of my own company. What have I learned from this? I have learned that by doing this, I am hiding and not healing. It is ok to feel the emotions that can be embarrassing; betrayed, lonely, like a failure, not good enough, put down, forgotten, used, manipulated, etc. What is not ok is letting those that assist you in feeling that way, get away with it. By "get away with it", I don't mean "get even". I mean tell them. Tell the person how they made you feel. It took me 6 months to speak my mind t...

On December 2nd, I turned the ripe old age of 30. Frankly, I am floored by this because I was only born yesterday! I haven't even learned to walk or sit without falling yet! I say "sit" without falling because I managed to fall out of my chair last Sunday night at Hotel Cafe right at the moment where everyone was staring at me and singing "Happy Birthday". Amazing. That is what I am. My birthday was a typical day; I woke up, was late for work, sat by myself at the office for about 4 hours with no human interaction until my co-worker Adi came in with a beautiful box of cupcakes! I got pretty excited because let's face it, who doesn't love cupcakes? I left work a little early to go home and get ready for dinner reservations that my friend Mark had made with a few friends. A liquid dinner with close friends was just what the doctor ordered. Mark arrived and let me know that it would just be us for dinner and we would meet up with everyone after at t...

The movie "Unfaithful" happened to be on tonight; a movie I have seen several times. I only caught the tail end of the film this time around but this time, it left me thinking for longer than usual. Connie Sumner goes through the painful emotional journey of finding out that her husband not only knew that she had been cheating on him, but had hired someone to follow her and take pictures for proof. Her husband, knowing that he had killed the young man she had cheated with, has to come to terms with what he had done all for love. The married couple decide that their love for one another and their son is too great to tell the truth and come clean with what actually happened. Instead of justice being served for the poor fool who was charmed by Connie Sumners beauty and then killed for it, his story remains unsolved while the married couple decides it's best for them and their son to move past it and on with their lives as hard as it may seem. They decide to live the res...

It's a beautiful thing to have one day a year where people say thanks. Thanks for what you ask? Well, you mostly hear people give their thanks for their health, job, families, friends, food on the table, etc. People also say thanks by taking this day to serve in soup kitchens or volunteer somewhere - you know, give back to their communities. This warms my heart so much that it made me evaluate my own actions to date. Aside from the four times a year when I clean out my closet and household and give my stuff to homeless people on the street, I haven't really given back to my community here in Los Angeles. I contemplated serving in a soup kitchen on my first Thanksgiving alone because that is super original and no one else does that on Thanksgiving (insert sarcasm). I opted to do that on any other day because let's face it - the hungry are hungry every other day of the year too. The bottom line is that there are hundreds of organizations looking for volunteers through...

A few weeks back I decided to really pamper myself. I went to a fantastic yoga class, got a massage and then popped over to good ol' Larchmont to get a sandwich one dreams about from Larchmont Delicatessen. As I strolled on inside donning my best workout attire and a rocking hairstyle after my sweet head massage, I perused the shelves for a tasty snack while I waited in line to order. I decided that I would try a brand of coconut water that I had never had before to try another attempt at figuring out what all the fuss was about. As I was reading the back of the box (yes, this brand came in a juice box looking container), I heard a man's voice say, "That stuff is disgusting, don't do it". I looked up to see a somewhat attractive, late 20's man-boy staring at my coconut water and smirking. I quickly thanked him for the tip and put it back on the shelf as I looked for something else that was going to quench my insatiable thirst. "That rasbberry sparkl...