Archive for October, 2012

Weekend review: A crippled Halloween

Mom and I went to Annapolis this past weekend. I wanted to get out of the house and visit BF, but I also wanted to treat mom to a nice day out. We started at Sofi’s Crepes for brunch, one of mom’s favorite places in Naptown. I still didn’t have much of an appetite on Saturday morning, but I managed to nom a banana/nutella crepe. 🙂 Here’s Mama enjoying hers. Isn’t she a cutie-pie?

We had plans to go to the Baltimore aquarium, but some plans fall apart. Instead, we decided on a bit of retail therapy at Arundel Mills. It’s always fun shopping with your mom. I loved that we went into Charlotte Russe Outlet for me, but she was having fun trying on all the scarves in the back. She picked out a nice white lace scarf for the upcoming season. After we shopped for a few hours (me in a wheelchair, of course), we rested a bit at the hotel and then went out for a nice dinner in the Town Center. The air was certainly crisp, but we sat out on the patio under heaters and enjoyed our meal.

After dinner, BF picked me up and we went to a Halloween party. I can’t say it was an epic night out as I was in a lot of pain, but I did manage to have a few laughs. The most annoying part of the evening was the constant question with regards to my crutches – ‘Are those real? Are you really hurt?’. It was obvious I was in pain. The crutches were clearly NOT a prop. I just can’t honestly imagine anyone who would voluntarily choose to be on crutches in a crowded bar on Halloween. Anyways – here’s the regular crew on Halloween. And yes, BF was a penguin. And yes, I went as PSY from Gangnam Style. Op, op, op!

And to wrap up the crippled weekend, I got my sutures out on Monday morning. Here’s a wee montage, just because I’ve found things like this interesting as I’ve been going through the motions. Though I’m sure you probably won’t scroll beyond this sentence.


Weekend review: On the mend

Last Thursday, I went in for ACL surgery. I came out the same day with a new ligament (courtesy of my hamstring) and of course, a fair amount of free time on my hands.

Mom came up for the surgery and is here for the next 2 weeks helping me hobble and heal. Even though I spend 95% of my days with one leg elevated and wrapped in a fancy ice pack, I’ve tried to make the other 5% interesting and enjoyable for my mom.

On Friday, we made homemade pesto sauce. It’s as easy as it sounds – basil, olive oil, salt, pine nuts, Parmesan cheese, and garlic. After that, all you need is a food processor or small blender to chop, chop, chop!

We made a decent amount of pesto and put it in ziplock bags to freeze. I’ll just break off a piece and defrost next time I want to use it.

On Saturday, BF and I took Mom to the White House for the Fall garden tour. Even though I couldn’t really walk, one of our friends was able to acquire a wheel chair for the occasion. I did manage to hop up for a picture perfect photo op in front of the south lawn. It was a gorgeous day and Mom got to see the Kennedy rose garden, Michelle’s garden, and even the White House beehives!

All in all, a really nice weekend, even if I haven’t been 100%. On the bright side, I’m officially on the mend and hope to be back on my feet in no time.

Life: one of those days

It’s just been one of those days. I feel exhausted from all the bad juju in the air & I’m on my toes just waiting for the next ball to drop. It just goes to show how quickly your day can spiral.

It could easily go from a nice walk at lunch time…

To a fire right outside your apartment…

…all in a matter of minutes. *le sigh* Roll on Wednesday.

Weekend review: ‘I do’

On Saturday, one of my very good friends from college said I do and I was excited to have been a part of the celebration. Everything seemed to really go off without a hitch and I was pleasantly surprised at how well the whole evening flowed. The ceremony started at 5, followed by a cocktail hour, and the evening was topped off with dinner, dancing, and fun until at least 1 AM. I was knackered!

It’s funny how weddings always seem to make you sentimental and mushy; they make you reflect on who you are and where you’re at in life. I’m happy to say, that when I looked back I couldn’t have been happier. I’ve done a lot for myself in 2012 and every year since I graduated from college. I’m happy, healthy, in love, and always find myself surrounded by great friends. I’ve come a long way and it’s been a fun, if not absolutely random, journey.

And now, just one last hurdle to jump in 2012…ACL surgery on Thursday. Wish me luck, but in the mean time here’s a wee collage of all the fun I had at Dan & Colleen’s wedding.

  • Top left: Entrance to the Tidewater Inn, announcing Dan & Colleen’s wedding
  • Middle left: The newlyweds!
  • Bottom left: Me, Colleen, & Janet – friends since 2003!
  • Top right: Me & my handsome boyfriend
  • Bottom right: All the Elon girls (Sara, Kensie, Meghan, Colleen, Janet, Me, Lauren, & Sara)

90’s throwback: wear sunscreen

I was jamming to DC 101’s 90’s at noon, when Baz Luhrman’s Everybody’s free to wear sunscreen came on the radio. I can’t honestly remember the last time I heard it, but I do remember it playing profusely my freshman year of high-school. I thought it might be fun to look back to see if any of the advice was actually worth something and to see if I’m actually doing any of it. So here goes, my comments in [BOLD BRACKETS] below…

If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. [DONE] The long term benefits of  sunscreen have been proved by scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth [TRYING]; oh nevermind; you will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded.

But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can’t grasp  now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. [I DO THAT NOW]

You’re not as fat as you imagine. [YES!]

Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum. [BUT I CAN’T HELP MYSELF]

The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday. [OH LIKE TEARING YOUR ACL? OR WHEN YOUR WASHING MACHINE BREAKS ON A FRIDAY MORNING?]

Do one thing everyday that scares you. [I THINK I DO THIS MOST DAYS]


Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts, don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours. [CHECK]


Don’t waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes you’re behind…the race is long, and in the end, it’s only with yourself. [I LEARN THIS LESSON AT LEAST TWICE A YEAR]

Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you succeed in doing this, tell me how. [I DO, BUT IT’S HARD]

Keep your old love letters [NO, BAD IDEA], throw away your old bank statements [YES! GOOD IDEA].

Stretch. [EVERY DAY!]

Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don’t. [WORKING ON FIGURING IT OUT, AT LEAST]

Get plenty of calcium. [I SHOULD DRINK MORE MILK]

Be kind to your knees, you’ll miss them when they’re gone. [NOTED, NEW ACL NEXT WEEK!]

Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll have children, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary…whatever you do, don’t congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either – your choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s. [I PROBABLY BERATE TOO MUCH?]

Enjoy your body, use it every way you can…don’t be afraid of it, or what other people think of it, it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own. [OK!]

Dance. Even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room. [I DO!]

Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them. [BUT ISN’T THAT WHAT DIRECTIONS ARE FOR?]

Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly. [FAIL, I READ THEM]

Get to know your parents, you never know when they’ll be gone for good. [ALWAYS IN PROGRESS]

Be nice to your siblings; they are the best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future. [DONE!]

Understand that friends come and go, but for the precious few you should hold on. [DEFINITELY LEARNING IN PROGRESS]

Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young. [TRUE!]

Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. [I’VE LIVED IN NEITHER, I THINK I’LL BE OK]


Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old, and when you do you’ll fantasize that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders. [ACCEPTANCE IS HARD SOMETIMES]

Respect your elders. [ALWAYS]

Don’t expect anyone else to support you. [THAT LESSON WAS LEARNED A LONG TIME AGO]

Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one might run out. [NOTED]

Don’t mess too much with your hair, or by the time you’re 40, it will look 85. [COLORING IT PURPLE & BLUE DOESN’T COUNT, RIGHT?]

Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it’s worth. [AGREED!]

But trust me on the sunscreen. [DEFINITELY. TIME TO LATHER UP!]

Family: the wee-yins

In 2009, I started a daily photo project. I never technically finished it for 2 reasons:

  1. My camera died 2 weeks before the full year mark.
  2. I still post pics on a regular basis 3 years later (just not daily). So yes, my cliche photo blog is still kickin – see here!

Today, I was looking back through the archives when I noticed a few pics of my niece and nephews. It seems I have a pic of all 3 just after they were born. Sure that’s not terribly abnormal, but I feel lucky to have them since all of us live in different states (and 1 in a different country). Call me a proud auntie, but here’s a wee walk down memory lane…

2009: Met Matthew for the first time. He liked to nom and then sleep, just like Auntie M!

2010: Found out I was going to be an auntie again…and again! Also pictured: Izzy & Kathryne.

2011: First came Madeleine in the summer.

2011: And then Lewis in the fall. Also pictured: Izzy and Mama.

A year later and Matthew is now 3, Maddy is 1, and Lewis just turned 1. Proud auntie indeed.

Weekend review: At home

Last week on Tuesday, I made a last minute decision to travel home for my 10 year high-school reunion. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to, but I did know that I’d probably regret it if I didn’t make the journey. As it turns out, I’m really glad I did. You’d be surprised at how much people can change in 10 years. In truth, I shouldn’t have been surprised given how much I’ve changed in 10 years.

I graduated with 160 classmates, but only 30 or so showed up. It was a little disappointing, but I was glad to reconnect with those that were there.

After the reunion on Saturday, BF and I got to spend lots of time with my mom. She has fed us until our bellies can hold no more – a true Southern tradition. And my fave part of all the foodies?…homemade strawberry ice cream! OM NOM NOM

ps. I love how graceful and elegant my mom’s hand looks in this pic. Maybe in another life, she was a hand model 🙂


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