Harry Potter!

I was going to return to my Friday Fragments roots to cheer up my friend Katie whose 2 year old had to get stitches yesterday, but today is Harry Potter Day! Next week, Katie, I promise.



Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, Part 2, was released at midnight. I'm old and boring, so I didn't go to the opening show, but we have an afternoon date planned and we'll be seeing it at 1:00! Only a few more hours to go! I'm a little sad about it, because I so loved the book series and now it's all going to come to an end.



Even sadder, because BFF is out of town this weekend, so no fun group date this time :(

I must have a lot of geeky friends, because everyone I know is getting all fired up about it. Jen over at Beantown Baker made these awesome-looking cupcakes.



She also posted a recipe for Butterbeer that sounds absolutely amazing. If we weren't in the midst of a heat wave I'd try it right now, but the idea of drinking something hot (even if it does have alcohol) is just totally unappealing. I think it's going to be a staple in our house this fall, though! Lucky Jen also went to the midnight premiere. I'm a jealous girl!

My super crafty friend Kristin also went to the midnight show, complete with her own wand.



According to Facebook, it's Elder with a core of dragon heartstring. You can learn how to make your own Harry Potter wand here! I wish I didn't have to spend my morning working.

Instead, I wish I could spend it looking at cool Harry Potter stuff, like these Golden Snitch earrings.



And reading funny Harry Potter parodies, like this.



If you're a Potter fan, are you going to see Harry Potter today? Are you coming to my blog still half asleep because you stayed up all night going to the premiere? CAN'T WAIT!

Selling

As of an hour ago, our house is on the market.

Where are we going?

Not sure.

Kicking around a few possibilities.

Maybe just down the road a bit, closer to the city lifestyle that I crave.

Maybe across the country.

Maybe to an apartment closer to the city, while we try to decide what our next direction will be.

Probably not to the East Coast, which is what my heart truly pines for.

For some strange reason, houses in our neighborhood have been selling quickly at fair prices, so we decided to go ahead and try our luck.

It all happened a lot faster than I thought it would. We flew back from Colorado sure that we needed to get out of our not-the-right-fit neighborhood.

Not that this was a rash, spur-of-the-moment decision - we've been planning towards this for over a year now. Actually, oddly enough, it was exactly a year ago today that we met with our old realtor and decided that the timing wasn't quite right.

Just that now that we've decided that it's really time to jump in, I'm a little overwhelmed. A little stressed out. A little anxious, but hey, I get tied up in knots over deciding which shampoo to buy.

I'm also feeling pretty guilty because we haven't told anyone about our plans. Haven't told my mom, who I will have to call tonight because she's coming over for a visit tomorrow and the giant "For Sale" sign will surely tip her off.

I feel most guilty that I didn't tell my BFF, because I tell her everything else. In my own defense, it all just happened so fast. We set up a meeting with the new realtor this week, and I thought we would just be talking about the process and making some decisions. I didn't realize that we'd actually be LISTING the house today. I just hope she gets my gchats before she reads this blog - sorry, BFF :p

30 Day Song Challenge - Week 13

Welcome to Week Thirteen of the 30 Day Song Challenge! This week's topic is "A Song that Reminds you of Someone."

I've had a lot of friends over the years. Some close friends, some not so close. Some that I've stayed in touch with, more that I haven't. Erica is my absolute oldest friend. And when I say oldest, I mean oldest. As in, our parents were close friends before we were born, our mothers were pregnant together, and we were born just weeks apart.

If I had time to scan in a picture, I could post countless shots of us together as babies, in our walkers, in our puffy snowsuits, on the train to see the Rockettes at Radio City Music Hall. For now, this one will have to suffice - this was taken at our 7th grade dance.



Erica is front row on the right, not sure why she's making that face, but it's one I've seen her make a thousand times. I'm in the middle of the back row, mostly hidden, which, now that I think about it, is an interesting metaphor for my social life in middle school. I think they put me back there because I was wearing jeans.

We attended every single one of each other's birthday parties, played on the same softball team, and had probably hundreds of sleepovers. We were like sisters, there for each other through thick and thin. Junior high marked the first time that we were actually in the same school together. I was so excited about being in the same school! Unfortunately, my transition to junior high didn't go quite as smoothly as hers did. Erica was always the people person - bubbly, funny, popular - and I was, well, the complete opposite. I was shy, quiet, and bookish. Our social worlds didn't really mesh so well. In fact, one of Erica's friends really seemed to enjoy bullying me and made it a point to make my life miserable on the softball field, in school, and in the summer reading club at the library. I can only speculate as to why she was so nasty to me - I was a geeky, scrawny 12 year old with a boyish haircut, I didn't dress well, I was a nobody, I had other dorky friends. Who knows? Eventually, other girls started making fun of me in the halls, too.

This would be where most 12-year-old girls would choose sides - would take the side of the popular clique and abandon their childhood friend who was now not deemed cool enough to hang out with. But not Erica. She always stood up for me, and she always stood by my side. She was always there for me and always defended me, which is a very brave thing to do in teenage-girl culture.

The next year, when we were in eighth grade, her mom (who was like a second mother to me) became very sick and passed away. It was very unexpected, and a very difficult time for all of us. I tried to be there for Erica the way she had always been there for me. I hope that I did a good enough job being a friend, but sometimes I feel like I failed her, especially since we moved out to Ohio shortly after we lost Annarose.

Erica is one of those people that no matter how much time passes between meetings (and right now, I'm embarrassed to say how much time it has been, mostly through my own fault), we can always pick up right where we left off. Our lives have gone in very different directions and I'm guilty of letting time and distance get in the way of being a good friend in recent years, but I still count her among the handful of people who know me, through-and-through.

This song pretty much sums it all up.









Next week's topic will be another vague one - "A Song that Reminds you of Somewhere."

Weekly Fitness Feature - Oh, The Places You'll Go!

My husband has a different fitness philosophy than I do. He couldn't care less about working out in order to look good - he says that's not what it's all about. He's probably right, but I'm (wo)man enough to admit that looking decent in what I'm wearing makes up about 30 50% of my health and fitness goals. His main concern is all about what he's able to actually DO.



He wants to be able to just pick up whenever he wants and go hiking in the mountains, or rafting down a river, or biking down a mountain. All of which we did last week. (Wow, was it really only last week?!) He also likes to mop the floor with the younger guys on the paintball field. I think that probably accounts for a good 75% of his motivation - not looking like the "old man" around the college-age kids out there.

After our big vacation, I'm starting to see his point. Everything that we were able to do and enjoy would have been made more difficult, if not impossible, had we not been exercising regularly. The hiking took some serious stamina and cardiovascular fitness. Even though we weren't exactly sprinting through the woods, the constant pushing onward and upward and the higher elevations were tiring on the lungs and heart. The running I've done was definitely helpful, since my legs were already conditioned for keeping me moving for hours at a time.

The rafting trip required a surprising amount of physical exertion. I was really shocked at how sore my core muscles were after the morning trip down the river, but I guess it makes sense when you think about needing to keep your abdominal and back muscles engaged nearly 100% of the time just to remain upright in the boat. Add in the bending and leaning for the paddle strokes, and you've got yourself an ab workout that would even make Tony Horton (P90X creator and exercise guru) proud. Each paddle was a crunch.

Even when we weren't actively seeking adventure and excitement (Wow, I can't even type that without thinking to myself "Adventure? Excitement? A Jedi craves not these things."), we were constantly on the move. We covered miles every evening, walking through Vail and Lionsgate. Sure, maybe some of those miles were treks to the gelato shop or to the bar, but hey, after days full of activity, we deserved it. All the more reason to indulge in a variety of local beers and handmade sweets - carbohydrates for recovery :)

The whole time, I just thought about how lucky we were that we were able to take a mini vacation at all, but, moreso, how lucky we were that we were actually able to enjoy it in the form of some amazing physical activities. Had we been out of shape, I'm sure the trip wouldn't have been nearly as fantastic.

How else would I have been able to take in such magnificent views?



Well, I guess I could have just rode hopped in the gondola, but that wouldn't have been as rewarding, now, would it?

The Joy of Reading

So, everyone and their mother has been blogging about the Hunger Games series lately, which is funny, because the trilogy has already been written and movies are already being cast. I guess there's just a large group of us who are way behind the times.



Rarely do books and movies live up to their hype, but the first two books have been the best books I've read since Harry Potter. Best to the point where I started Catching Fire (book 2) at 8:30 on Wednesday night and stayed up until 2:00 the next morning because I just couldn't put it down. I haven't had a reading marathon like that since Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows! Back in the day, reading like that was a regular occurrence. I loved nothing more than sitting up late at night, lost in a good storyline.

I'm number 13 on the holds list for Mockingjay (book 3) in the local library system. I pitied myself on Facebook and was inundated with offers to lend me copies of the book, but I think I'd actually prefer to wait for it - it gives me something to look forward to. Drags the experience out a little more.

I'm always mindful of the fact that my mother did an excellent job instilling the love of reading in all three of her kids, and I hope to do the same for Charlie. I can't wait to share some of my all-time favorite books with him - Tales of a Fourth-Grade Nothing, Harry Potter, Henry Huggins, Goosebumps - all the classics! Right now he's very much into his Star Wars sound book, which is really meant for grown-ups. Go, Dogs, Go! and Where the Wild Things Are still make regular appearances at bedtime readings.

Although, Go, Dogs, Go! is making me feel a bit stabby, lately. It might have to "disappear" for a week or so ;)

D-Day

"D" as in "Dentist." I hate the dentist more than almost anything in the world. I've hated the dentist since I was eight, when I got my first teeth pulled. I was cursed with a small mouth (though those who know me would never believe it) and stubborn teeth, so in twos and threes all but two of my baby teeth were pried from my mouth. I used to hide in the toy cubby under the fishtank in the waiting room, and my mom would have to drag me out kicking and screaming. Then there were the 6 years and change in braces, including the dreaded headgear. No, I won't post a picture. Then the wisdom teeth and the root canal. Ouch!

Going to the dentist gives me so much anxiety that I've been known to cancel appointments the night before. I have to be there at 10:00 today. I feel like I'm counting down to my doom.

30 Day Song Challenge - Week 12

Welcome to Week Twelve of the 30 Day Song Challenge! This week's topic is "Your Favorite Road Trip Music."

I originally picked this topic in honor of my upcoming days of travel, but now they're behind me, and apparently I'm a slacker blogger when I'm on vacation. Good thing I still have another road trip ahead of me in August!

I've mentioned a million times that I'm a Jersey Girl, and Bruce has already made one appearance on my song challenge list. This will be number two. We moved to the OH when I was a teenager, and in the following 15 (!) years made many, many, many trips across the states to visit family and friends. I would guess that I've made that trip a good 60+ times. Our tradition when we were younger was to blast Bruce Springsteen for the last hour of the trip, finishing the 10 hour drive (depending on the driver) off with Born to Run. It was our "Welcome Back" anthem at 3:00 in the morning. After we pulled up at my Aunt Annie's house, we would go inside, eat some cold pizza (which they pretty much always had waiting for us), and collapse on the floor/couch/air mattress for a few hours of sleep. Amazing how some things never change. I'm sure the August road trip back east will end similarly, as I re-create the tradition for the next generation :)




Alison, I hope you're not sad that I didn't pick Limp Bizkit :)







Next week's topic will be "A song that reminds you of someone." Vague, yes.

The Vacation Recap

We took a mini vacation this week. It was our first real vacation in five years, longer if you don't count the 3 days we spent at an Alabama resort back in 2006. We never even got to take a proper honeymoon. When the opportunity to get away for a few days was presented to us, we went around in circles trying to figure out what we should do. I wanted a nice relaxing time at the beach, feet in the sand, drinks in my hand, maybe a massage.... He wanted to go camping. We eventually met in the middle and settled on Vail Mountain in Colorado. There was plenty of opportunities for outdoor recreation, but we would be able to stay at a freaking sweet hotel (thank you, offseason discounts!).

We had quite a lineup planned - we flew out on Saturday, picked up our rental car (we got a Beetle!) and headed for the mountains.



First glimpse of the mountains!


Absolutely amazing to see them right in front of us.



We got checked in at the hotel and then spent the evening wandering around Vail Village and Lionsgate. They're both walking- and biking-only towns, connected by a walking/biking path that runs along a whitewater creek. We probably covered a good four miles that evening.

Enjoying the local cuisine


Doesn't it look like Hogsmeade?







We got up bright and early the next morning to go hiking in the mountains. We had a plan of making it to Booth Lake, which is a lake set in the bowl between two peaks.

We had to sign in before entering the trail. I thought it was like a guest book, but then C pointed out that it's so that they know who's out there in case you don't come back. Super reassuring.


We're going up there!


What do you mean, "Just walk across the logs?!"







We made it to the first landmark, Booth Falls, without any problems.





When we started to continue up to the Lake, we were thwarted by snow and ice and bad shoes. Vail got more than 160% of their usual snowfall, and the hiking trails were still covered in snow.

70 degrees and... SNOWY?!


To make matters worse, the path to the lake took you across a boulder field that ran right by a whitewater river that fed into the waterfall. I don't have proper hiking shoes, and neither of us were wearing ice picks on our shoes, so we decided to turn back. If either one of us had fallen into the river we would have been in serious trouble.

The ice covering a boulder field - this is what thwarted our effort to see Booth Lake.


Charlie was rather disappointed that we had to turn back, but that just means we'll have to try again some day.


The next day we were up even earlier for our rafting trip. On our walk the night before, I noticed that Gore Creek was overflowing its banks and moving pretty freaking fast, so I was a little apprehensive.

Gore Creek, in Vail Village


My anxiety was heightened when we got a call saying that our original rafting trip was cancelled due to high water and dangerous rapids - they were bumping us over from our Class IV to a Class III route down the Arkansas River, called Brown Canyon.



The raft that carried us down the river.


I don't have a waterproof camera, so I stole this shot of Brown Canyon from the interwebs - we had more water, but the rocks were still there.



All of my stress was for nothing, though, because rafting turned out to be super freaking awesome. Our guide was amazing, and shouted out perfect instructions to us as we maneuvered around whirlpools, waves, and giant rocks. We all stayed in the raft, which was good, because the river was icy. It was bad enough getting the spray from the waves, I can't imagine how awful it would have been to go for an involuntary swim. I wish we had planned far enough in advance that we could have taken an overnight rafting trip. I also wish that we had a camera out there with us. I can't wait to do it again! (we won't talk about the bruises on my palms from gripping the paddles for dear life)

The next day, we decided to ride the gondola to the top of Eagle Peak at the height of Vail Mountain. The views from up top were just breathtaking (literally, it was over 11,000 feet).




I had been itching to get out for a run since we arrived, but the daily activity levels left me wanting to do nothing more than sit in the hot tub every evening. I decided that I might as well just go ahead and do it, just to say that I did, so I ran a mile along the mountain ridge. I'm sure it took forever, and by the end of it I was completely whipped.




We decided to come back later in the day and do some downhill mountain biking.

On our way up the mountain!


Part of the bike trail




All was going well, although I was scared shitless - I, apparently, do not have the need for speed. Then, about a mile into the second 6 mile run, I swerved to avoid a giant rock, my tire slid in the loose dirt and gravel, and I felt myself being thrown from the bike and sliding across the dirt. I could honestly feel the pebbles cutting into my skin. I knew it was going to be bad, and I was afraid to get up. I was afraid that I had broken something. Luckily, I was able to pull myself up and get back on the bike, bruised and battered and much worse for the wear. Unfortunately, I had to get back on the bike and get myself down the mountain. That sucked.

Back on the bike after the fall


Before I cleaned up the mess


Giant knot on my knee. There's one on the other, to match.


It actually looks worse now that the dirt has all been washed off. My left arm is a total mess. I'll spare you the ickiness.

Recovering after the fall


I'd totally do it again.

Forgive Me, Blogger...

... for I have sinned. It's been almost two weeks since my last substantial post. My Google Reader is overflowing with unread entries - over 1,000 new posts to read. I'll get to them. Soon. Right now I'm recovering from 4 days of hiking, rafting, walking, and downhill mountain biking.







Including a pretty nasty spill off the bike. This is why I don't do triathlons. Well, that and the swimming. The front of me is much worse.



Song Challenge will return next Monday, I claim a Mulligan and will be revisiting the "Favorite Road Trip Song" topic.

So about that song challenge post...

I've mentioned before that I'm not very good at writing posts in advance, so of course, I was going to write this week's song post on Monday morning. And I had all of the best intentions - I got up at 2:30 in the morning (after going to bed at 11) and drove to Dayton Airport to catch an ungodly early flight out to DC. I wrote the post in my head on the way there. I checked in, got through security, got some coffee, and sat down to take out my laptop... and promptly became distracted by a million other things. Caffeine on an empty stomach does that to me. Since then, I've been at the office from 6:45 AM until 8:00 PM, then I go back to the quaint little B&B I'm calling home base, have a fresh-baked cookie while I read, and fall asleep.

Sorry to Nota, who has already posted her song of the week. Go check it out!

My running has also suffered - I haven't been out since Saturday. My DC co-worker is taking me running tonight, though, so I'm very excited. Saturday was a total disaster, anyway. The route was mismarked, so my pleasant 13 miler turned into a 15.6 miler. I was completely unprepared for it. In addition to the extra distance, the route was hillier than anything I've done before. Local peeps, I had to run through Indian Freaking Hill. Steepest and longest hills, ever. I had to walk parts of the inclines and I felt like it was a failed run. Actually, I think the 4-day break has been good for my legs.

Post coming soon, I promise.

About Health and Fitness - What's Your Goal?

Disclaimer: I am an expert on nothing. I'm not a health and fitness guru. I don't have a background in exercise science or nutrition or anything health related - I'm a sociologist who enjoys exercising and eating real food. People have asked me about various exercise programs and other health-related topics, and I like to hear myself talk, so this is just me, speaking from my own experiences.



Deciding to live a healthy lifestyle isn't just about waking up one morning and saying "Ok! Today is the day that I'm going to start being healthy!" Sure, there's a certain component of self-awareness that's necessary for the journey to even begin, but you're not going to get very far unless you set some (manageable) goals for yourself. Changing aspects of your lifestyle is a very hard thing to do. People are habitual creatures - we become stuck in our ways and like our routines. Human nature, itself, creates an obstacle to making significant changes in our lives. This is why so many well-intentioned New Year's diet and exercise programs fail miserably. In fact, a study conducted by the University of Minnesota showed that about 80 percent of people who make New Year's resolutions will fall off the wagon by Valentine’s Day. I'm sure we've all been there before.

So, rather than just making a vague declaration that your new mantra will be "Health and Wellness," think about what you really want to accomplish. Setting up a few very specific goals and coming up with a plan to reach those goals might make it more likely that you will be successful. There's plenty of evidence to back that up in the social psychology literature (Locke's "Theory of Goal Setting and Task Performance" is one of the big ones - guess that psychology class I took on motivation didn't go to waste, after all).

Much of the research of Locke and his peeps has been taken over to the business world, but that doesn't mean that it's irrelevant for personal goals, as well. In their discussions, they lay out five characteristics of effective goal setting - Clarity, Challenge, Commitment, Feedback, and Task Complexity.

Clarity - your goals should be clearly defined. Rather than saying "I want to be healthy!" or "I want to lose weight!" say, "I want to lower my cholesterol to under 200" or "I want to be able to run for a mile without stopping" or "I want to lose 25 pounds by July 1."



Challenge - your goals should be reasonably obtainable, but still somewhat challenging. This sets you up for a bigger sense of accomplishment when you reach those goals and will also help to build confidence. For example, when I decided that I wanted to run a marathon, I broke it up into smaller goals along the way. My first goal was to reach 10 miles, then to run 1/2 marathon, then 15 miles, then 20, and then the whole distance. Each goal required me to put forth a good deal of effort, but wasn't so huge that they were insurmountable. I felt like a superstar every time I passed a goal distance.

Commitment - you need to make a commitment to your goals. You need to be in it with all of your heart and soul, ready and willing to make changes to meet your objectives, and ready to follow through.

Feedback - it's important to know how you're progressing toward your goal. If your goal is weight loss, weekly weigh-ins might help to keep you on tract. If your goal is fitness, monthly fit tests or challenges will help you to know how much strength or cardio endurance you've gained. Can you run a mile faster this month than you did last month? Can you do more push-ups this week than you did last week?

Task Complexity - I'll admit that when I studied these concepts in undergrad, I had a hard time telling this one apart from the "Challenge" criteria. I still do, but we'll give it a shot, anyway. You need to set a realistic timeline for meeting your goals, and make sure that you have the resources available to help you get there. This is where the good old cliche of "it's a marathon, not a sprint" comes into play. Make sure you're giving yourself enough time - it's unrealistic (and unhealthy, in most cases) to expect to drop 25 pounds in a month. You don't want to end up overwhelmed and discouraged, so take things as slowly as you need to.


So there you have it - Locke's framework for setting healthy goals. Of course, someone came along later with a fancy goal-setting acronym (SMART), but I prefer the social psychologists :)

What are you hoping to accomplish?

Snakes Don't Sleep

So remember I showed you that amazing new parenting book a few weeks ago? The one that unites all parents across a common front and makes us feel like we're not alone in our misery? You know - Go The Fuck To Sleep?

As if the book wasn't good enough on its own, they had to go and make an audiobook out of it. And who better to narrate than Samuel L. Freaking Jackson?!?! That guy can drop f-bombs with class. It's pretty amazing to listen to. You can tell by the emotion in his voice that he really relates to the story - that he's a parent who has been there, gone to the brink of sleeplessness and frustration and lived to tell about it. Of course he lived to tell about it, he's Samuel L. Freaking Jackson. What a badass. I bet this was the easiest role for him, ever.





Bonus video!!!! I can't think about Samuel L. Jackson without thinking about Snakes on a Plane.



"I suggest you grab your ankles and kiss your ass goodbye." Instant. Classic.

30 Day Song Challenge - Next Week's Challenge

For the three of you who play regularly, I forgot to list next week's challenge in this week's post - it's going to be "Your favorite road trip song," in honor of some vacations and business trips I have coming up.

For the rest of you, come join us!

Race Recap - Redlegs Race for Home

I think I need to play the lottery - I'm now 4 for 4 in rain on raceday.

This past Saturday was the Redlegs Race for Home. "But Jene!" I can hear you thinking, "You're a YANKEE fan! What are you doing running the REDS race??" Well, I'll tell you what I was doing. I was going to run in the 5K with BFF, and then we were going to sit back and watch our kids run the "Gapper Kids' Fun Run" together. It was going to be my first 5K, so an automatic personal best. But Life got in the way, as it so often does, and BFF couldn't run the race with me, so I switched to the (much earlier) 10K. It lined up better with my marathon training, anyway.


My first Reds shirt. I've been here for 15 years and I've managed to go without. If it wasn't a nice dri-fit technical tee, I'd probably make it into a dishrag. Just kidding, BFF! They're my national league team ;)

I've only run one other 10K, back in February, and I finished with a time of 54:28. That was fast for me. Really fast. Not so fast in the world of running, but faster than I'm used to, especially since I'd been "seriously running" only a whopping 3 months by that point. I didn't think I'd be able to beat it, let alone beat it on a steamy summer morning, so I didn't really set much of a time goal for myself on this one. I was just going to run it and see what happened.

So we all lined up, some guy sang the national anthem, some lady counted down from 10, and we were off! The first mile flew by, and somewhere around the second mile marker I realized that I had a pretty damn good shot at a new PR. I was averaging 8:20/mile, much faster than the 8:38/mile of my previous race. Then at 2.5ish, my shoe came untied, and I lost 10 critical seconds stopping to tie it. My laces were soaked, and it took me three tries to get it right. But still, only ten seconds.

I saw the 6 Mile marker right after the trip back across the Ohio from Kentucky, and kicked it into high gear. I LOVE that adrenaline surge when you know the finish line is close! When I rounded the corner for the last .1 mile, I looked up and saw that I had a shot at making it in under 52 minutes, so I found an even higher gear and sprinted across the finish line, where I promptly started looking for a trash can to puke in. There were none to be found - I was looking frantically around for a place to leave my breakfast that wouldn't ruin anyone's shoes. In the time it took me to rush over to the wall by the river, the nausea had passed, and I was ok.

My official time was 51:49, good enough for 15th of 146 in my division. I guess Insanity and speed training have really paid off.

No good race pics, just these thumbnails that I stole from the web. Yes, I wore my Yankee hat in the Reds race. It's my rainy day good luck charm.

TinyPic?! More like TeenyPic!!



I'm in trouble, though. I'm definitely addicted to the medals that you get in marathons. Ice cream cups pale in comparison.

30 Day Song Challenge - Week 11

This has to be a good week, because it's a prime number, right?

Welcome to Week Eleven of the 30 Day Song Challenge! This week's topic is "A Song from the Year you Graduated High School."

As I scrolled through the list of the top 100 songs from 1999, I realized that I didn't really love any of them. I guess I shouldn't have been surprised, because I was more interested in the Mighty Mighty Bosstones and Rage Against the Machine, and they weren't exactly the type to show up on those charts. But I decided to pick from the list anyway, because I did know most of those songs - in fact, I know all of the words to most of the songs. It's like I was reading the list of songs that were part of the background in my life. The songs that were always there, but never given my full attention. The elevator music of my senior year, if you will.

Out of all of them, Summer Girls by LFO made me feel the most nostalgic. It might be one of the cheesiest songs ever written, but I liked it, anyway. I still like it, actually, because it reminds me of summer nights and simple times. Summer vacation was always the best thing ever. Who didn't love the building anticipation as the weather turned warmer over the spring and the calendar flipped from May to June? The last day of school excitement when you cleaned out your lockers and your desks, sculpting giant towers of papers that had been crumpled up and forgotten about, waving goodbye to teachers and acquaintances, heading out the double doors with your BFFs, a whole long, hot summer stretched out before you? And boy, we had some goooooood summers.

The particular summer that this song conjures up for me is the summer of 1997, when Mike from Maryland was visiting his relatives that lived down the street from us. I guess you could say he was my "summer boyfriend" :)

I'm sure I also liked it because of the NKOTB reference, plus the fact that the girl he describes liked fun dip, cherry Coke, the color purple, and macaroni and cheese, all of which, OMG!, I liked, too! This song was written about ME! Except for the fact that I've never even set foot in Abercrombie and Fitch. Why did the guys always like those girls, anyway?

Some Recent Addictions

I haven't done a "Things I Like" post in a really long time, so I figured what the heck? I'll do one today.

Current food obsession: Watermelon

Whole Foods has had some reeeeeeally good watermelons this season. We've gone through a whole one every week, four in total. It's so refreshing after a hot day, and I like to eat it after exercising because 150 grams (which is a decent serving of watermelon!) only has about 45 calories. Yum!




Current tech obsession: My Color Nook

Really, I love this thing.



I went with the Color Nook over the Kindle because I read a lot of library books, I like to read magazines, and when I have the time, I plan to use a MicroSD card to dual boot it with the Android OS and use it as a tablet. I also love how much more I'm reading now, because I pretty much always have it with me. In the last month, I've read Kitchen Confidential, Water for Elephants, How to Run, The Help, and Framing Innocence. I just started Decision Points and I have The Geeks Shall Inherit the Earth waiting for me, next. The best part? They've all been library books! It's going to be great for the summer trips we've got lined up.


Current Internet Obsession: Pinterest



You know how you always find the coolest stuff when you're clicking through the interwebs? And you think "hey, I should totally (do, bake, create, buy, show someone) that?" So you add it to your Bookmarks menu? And then it just sits there, forgotten. No more! Pinterest is like an online bulletin board where you can stick stuff that you like. It's more graphics-oriented in nature, so I'll stick with ReadItLater for pages that I actually want to read, rather than drool over.

Leave a note in the comments if you want an invite!


Current Sports Obsession: The NBA Finals

Yes, you read that right. The NB-freaking-A. I hate the NBA. I'm not a fan of any team. I find it tedious to watch. But I'm absolutely obsessed with the Miami Heat right now, more specifically, with LeBron James. I'm team LBJ, for sure. I just want to see him get the ring. This series is stressing me out, and I have no loyalty to either team! I don't understand where this is coming from all of a sudden. Maybe my brain is trying to distract me from the fact that the Yankees were just swept by the red sux, and that my son sings "root, root, root for the redlegs!" when he's singing Take me out to the Ballgame. Damn peer socialization.

ETA: I'm not actually WATCHING the games, just keeping track of scores next to the Yankee box scores and listening with a pit in my stomach to Mike & Mike's coverage the next morning. I haven't fallen that far.


Current Potentially Inflamatory Obsession: I'm Voting Tea Party

I may have to get this shirt for the next election cycle.



Really, I love almost everything by Amorphia Apparel.



So there you have it. Another collection of Things I Like. I have a 10K race tomorrow morning - wish me luck breaking my freak PR of 54:28 from earlier this year. I kind of doubt it will happen. I still don't know how I managed that one.

31 Jokes for NERDS!

Big thanks to Lisleman over at A Few Clowns Short for sharing this in his Friday Fragments post last week. I've already watched it a good 20 times and shared it with everyone I know. I'm willing to bet Jen over at Beantown Baker will definitely enjoy some of these :)




I don't think I could even try to pick a favorite. Of course I liked the data extrapolater reference, but "Your mom's so fat, her patronus is a cake!" and "How do you have any Mass?" ** dead **

If I wasn't already happily married, this guy would be on my list of boyfriend candidates. Bonus points for the Homestar Runner poster in the background.

Weekly Fitness Feature - Why Bother?

So in case you haven't noticed, exercise and healthy eating are things that are near and dear to my heart. This isn't because I'm some nutty whacky fitness freak who wants to bench press 1,000 pounds and run three minute miles, although I'm sure that's how it might seem sometimes with my data collection and tracking. It's not because I want to fit into a pair of super cute size 0 pants, although I do enjoy being able to wear the normal-sized clothes hanging in my closet. And sure, when I step back and take an honest look, part of my motivation for exercising and being healthy is because I like the way I look. Who wouldn't feel that way?

But at the root of the issue? THIS is what it's all about.



For me, it's more about health - it's about growing up in a family where everyone struggled with weight issues and heart disease. My mom lost her dad to a heart attack when she was a teenager. I almost lost my own dad when he had a near-fatal heart attack in 2005. My dad's dad had multiple heart attacks over the years before he passed in 2008. In a society where obesity levels are through the roof, heart disease is killing a million people EVERY YEAR, and preschoolers are being diagnosed with diabetes, I want to do the best that I can for myself, my husband, and my own child. Not only do I want to be healthy for them, so that we can live a long life together and I can watch him grow up and meet future grandchildren, but I want to provide him with a good example - I want him to grow up knowing that fruits and veggies are an important part of life, that ice cream and cookies are good, too, but that they're only "sometimes foods," and that exercise is good for the body and for the soul.

I'm still not interested in a fitness blog, because there are more qualified people who can do that kind of thing, but I'm going to try to dedicate one post per week to a related issue. I don't know that I'm the best person to be giving advice - I often have trouble with a broken motivator, and there are many days when my give-a-damn isn't working, either. Plus, I'm willing to overshare, which leads to some brutally honest and maybe TMI posts, like what happens when you don't do your kegels after childbirth and then try to do plyometric training.

Even so, I do have some ideas and thoughts to share with you, so look for weekly posts on some kind of healthy living topic starting next week.

30 Day Song Challenge - Week 10

Welcome to Week Ten of the 30 Day Song Challenge! This week's topic is "A Song From Your Favorite Album."

Like the challenge in Week One, I had some trouble coming up with my favorite album. Thankfully, the list of entire albums that I enjoy is a lot shorter than the list of potential favorite songs. Still, there are quite a few that I listen to regularly and even after I narrowed it down to two, it was still a last-second judgement.

I pulled out both Nirvana Unplugged in New York (one of the best live recordings, ever) and Goldfinger's self-titled album. Both of these were among my most prized possessions back in high school. Goldfinger won out, partly because of the super happy times I associate with it, and partly because I'm really missing my east coast family right now, especially my little sister.



I have a long history with Goldfinger. If you know Goldfinger at all, it's probably because of their one big radio hit, "Here in Your Bedroom." I was 14 the first time I saw them in concert, at Bogart's, the small and dumpy concert hall in Clifton. It was the summer of 1996, which I've already mentioned goes down in history as the best summer of my adolescent life. I went to the show with my BFFs Ivy, Meaghan, and Michelle. Bogart's was standing-room-only and barely air-conditioned - we were packed in there like sardines, sweaty, sticky, and reeking of cigarette smoke.



But it was the best show, ever, so we went to see them again later that year. And again, the summer after. And the summer after that. And on and on, in differing company, until the summer of 2001, when I took my little sister to HER first Goldfinger show. Yes, Katie has some punk rock roots, too. In fact, she loved Goldfinger so much that she won my CD away from me by accepting the challenge of eating a raw onion. That was before the days of MP3 swapping. (Sadly, that was the last time I've caught a live show. They're back on tour now, but swinging mostly through Europe and the west coast.)

The entire album is pretty great. There isn't a song on there that I don't enjoy. "Miles Away" even has a special spot on the back end of my running playlist.

One of my favorite Goldfinger traditions is the awesomeness that is Mable. It's my absolute favorite Goldfinger song, and when they play it at live shows, they get every girl in the first few rows up on stage to sing and dance along with them. Every time I've seen them live, I've managed to push my way to the front of the crowd so that I could guarantee myself a spot onstage. Getting to share that with my sister is one of my favorite memories, ever.

So here's my favorite song off of the Goldfinger album - Mable.






In honor of graduation season, next week's topic will be "A Song from the Year you Graduated High School." Use this link to get a list of the top 100 songs from your graduation year. Or pick another one, if you don't like any of the options.

Parenting Fail

It was only a matter of time - Charlie was playing grocery shopping at school yesterday, and when his teacher asked what was on his grocery list, he said "apples and beer." #stellarparenting

Guess we make too many beer runs with him in the car.

30 Day Song Challenge - Week 9

I haven't put laundry away in a good two weeks. Glad to get that off my chest.

Welcome to Week Nine of the 30 Day Song Challenge! This week's topic is "A Song that You Can Dance To."

I can't dance. I'm sure I've mentioned that before, but there's really no way to convey just how bad of a dancer I am over the interwebs. I still vividly remember a birthday party I went to in fourth grade, back in the spring of 1991. It was a party for my friend Denesha. It was a dance party. I didn't know it until I got there. Technotronic's Pump Up The Jam was the big hit of the day, so of course, that's what we were dancing to. I didn't know what to do with myself. I tried to copy some of the other girls, but that didn't work. My arms felt all flail-y and awkward, so I decided to just kind of sway around in one spot. Yes, I said "sway." To Technotronic. Lots of "white girl can't dance!" comments. Lots of hopeless tutorials from my girlfriends. By the end of the night, Denesha's cousin had declared that my new nickname was "Rabbit Girl," because of the way I bounced up and down to the music. Thanks, Gary Moore, I will never forget that.

So that's when I gave up on dancing for the second time (we can chat about the first some other time). I decided to stick with easy things, like the Chicken Dance and the Electric Slide.

And the Time Warp. Because, who doesn't look cool doing the Time Warp? Couldn't find an original clip without advertisements, so you get to enjoy it, Sims-style. Trying to figure out how they made it work will drive you in-say-ay-ay-ay-ane.




Next week's topic will be "A Song From Your Favorite Album"