And the bathing suit verdict is…

Number 2 AND Number 3!

Thanks to all of you for putting your two cents in! (Especially to the person who clicked “Blech! None of these! That was very helpful. Lol.) It was pretty much neck and neck between suit two and suit three (although suit three received one redacted vote from my good friend J. Lawson because he voted solely on the suite because of Marissa Miller. Sorry Big J!), so a girl friend helped me decide – Just get both, and return the one you don’t like!

Doi! Why would I buy one suit when I could buy TWO?! Plus, I just really couldn’t decide, so I’m going to make the final decision based on fit.

And, keeping in the spirit of updates, I thought you’d all like to receive an update on my conflict with the size of bushes at my gym. I know, I know, you’re all just DYING to know what I’ve seen now in the ladies’ locker room… wait for it… wait for it…

A mature-lady BRAZILIAN. That’s right ladies, Gs and gents – I saw a woman in her 30s/40s walking around the locker room with a Brazilian. Thank my lucky stars! I tipped my hat off to her. (Actually I really just turned around quickly. If you think seeing someone walking around with a full bush is too much information, well then you have NO IDEA how much information you’re seeing with a Brazilian standing in front of you).

Toodaloo! Happy Friday!

Currently Feeling: Manic. I drank a grande latte this morning – the first coffee I’ve had in three months since giving it up for tea. I feel like my fingers are going to type themselves right off the keyboard!
Currently Anticipating: Oh man. Seeing my boytoy tonight. It’s been a week, and I’m anxiously waiting some lovin.
Currently Loving: That I put a pair of tier two skinny jeans on this morning (tier one would be SUPER skinny jeans) and they don’t feel, or look hopefully, too bad!

Help me choose a suit for Mexico! Cast your vote!

Yesterday I finalized tickets and plans to Puerto Vallarta for one of my very best friend’s wedding, April 4th. Woo hoo! Baby Daddy and I will be staying in Playa del Sol Costa Sur. I cannot.wait. for sipping cocktails next to the pool, eating Mexican food (my absolute favorite next to sushi), partying our way through downtown, finding Taco Burrito King again and fornicating on Mexico land with my sexy boyfriend. (Is it less crass if you use the word *fornicating*?) This will be the third time I’ve been to Puerto Vallarta. The first time with seven of my best friends, the second with my family last May, and now to be a bridesmaid. Puerto Vallarta holds some great memories for me, and I can’t wait to make more.

But there’s one small little problem – I’ll need a new bathing suit, of course! Although I haven’t had much use out of the one I bought last year, I want to feel shiny and new! (In hopefully my shiny new body since I’ve been kicking my own ass nearly every day for a month – one more month to go). So, Victoria’s Secret is having a sale on bathing suits – and even some of their full-priced suits are really reasonable. I’ve narrowed it down to three options, and I want all of you to help me decide. Please cast your vote in the below poll as to which bathing suit you think is the cutest!

Currently Feeling: Speaking of kicking my own ass, I’m feeling apprehensive for the personal training session I have this evening. I usually feel like I’m going to die. Not fun.
Currently Anticipating: The season finale of Top Chef tonight! I can’t wait!!
Currently Loving: The Mobe, Air and other spacy music I’ve added to my beloved, growing Pandora station.

I did it, I said FART on my blog

I’ve recently been attending a yoga class at my gym on Monday nights. I’ve always wanted to do yoga, but have never found the time or money for it. This week I finally unwrapped the pink yoga mat I purchased approximately eight months ago that’s been in my car, if that tells you anything. I think the increase in stress and anxiety in my life led me searching for someway to relieve it – and I’ve always heard yoga does the trick. So I signed myself up.

So far, it’s been really great. I love the special yoga room at my gym that has equipment to borrow, like blocks and straps, so I don’t have to buy them, and the giant windows gently let downtown Seattle twilight the room. I love that the yoga teacher plays relaxing music – but not just “ding, ding, ding” and babbling brooks – a couple weeks ago she busted out “Us and Them” by Pink Floyd. (A personal favorite).

But really, I have a dilemma with this whole yoga thing. I seriously only concentrate on not-farting the whole time I’m there. Yes, I know it. I just said FART on my blog. Gross. But, “girls give off just as much methane gas from farting as men” or something, which is what my boyfriend told me once to ease my embarrassment about farting myself awake while lying asleep in his lap on the couch. (Yes. He was awake; so mortifying). The problem with the girls farting vs. guys farting thing – even if we’re on level playing fields there – is that guys get away with it. They don’t care; they don’t give excuses, and they certainly don’t get embarrassed. But us girls, oh no – we’d rather die a slow and terrible death – or kill someone – than fart out loud in public or, for most of us, around a boyfriend. (I will never be okay with opening doing this with a boyfriend, and for those of you who think it’s a part of being comfortable with someone, I will argue you to the death).

So the whole 75 minute class, I’m thinking about how freaking.embarrassing it’d be to fart. But yoga forces you to bend and contort your body, often times holding and squeezing muscles with your butt high in the air. There’s times when it’s all I can do to prevent a slip. It’s stressing me out! I tell yeah, I join yoga to ease my mind from the stresses of life, and I spend the whole time stressing about farting. I need a stress-reliever from yoga. Or from farting.

Namaste.

Currently Feeling: Super relieved to have Mexico figured out.
Currently Anticipating: A crock pot dinner tonight with Bestie Amanda.
Currently Loving: Soy crisps with Laughing Cow cheese.

Portrait of a Seven-Year Gap

I’m sure most everyone is aware of the (what I deem annoying) 25-Things post that has been circulating around Facebook the last couple weeks. I have been tagged to do it countless times, but I rarely have the interest to read through all 25 details about someone or the time to do it myself. But last week, my sister tagged me in one she wrote, and since she’s my SISTER, I figured I’d better read it. This was number six:

I have a sister who is 6 1/2 years older than me, and we have different dads but somehow we’ve accomplished being the same person. I’ve always envied her for our similarities and even more so for our differences.

That, I tell yah, made my week.

My sister is fashionable, social, beautiful and athletic, yet she’d probably never list “writing” as her forte. But to me – the writer – I don’t think she could have written two sentences that would have touched me more.

See, while we are, in fact, six and one-half years apart, I’ve really rounded it to seven my whole life. Seven years is quite effectively a huge gap. While I was going through my awkward, self-conscious junior high days and learning about crushes, popularity, body image, feminine products and the good ole things D.A.R.E. always told you to keep away from, she was starting elementary and just learning how to read a book and count money. While I was in high school, worrying over homecoming, driving, first boyfriends, sex, Physics and college, she wasn’t even in junior high yet. She would come home with her friends – some with braces and awkward puberty weight – and I’d roll my eyes at their conversations. “Argh. SOOO annoooying,” I remember thinking, and probably saying to her face on more than one occasion. I made fun of her obsession with Spice Girls, and her love for all things Pokemon.

It seemed as if the scope of our adolescent issues couldn’t have been further apart – she was always my little sister and never someone I could confide in or considered a friend.

Then when I moved home from college, she’d borrow my clothes without asking and wake me up late when I had to get up at 4 a.m. for the opening shift at a coffee shop. I was annoyed that she didn’t have respect for anyone’s space or schedule. I spent more time ignoring her and yelling at her in those eight months than I had ever done our entire life.

When she did reach the sex, drugs and rock n’ roll phase, I was there to beg and plead her to dig her heels into the dirt. “I’ve been there! Don’t do it!” I felt like a mother – I felt awkward talking to her about sex; I didn’t want to imagine her getting in a car with someone who’d been drinking; I wanted to tell her how ridiculous smoking pot and getting the “munchies” was. I was the boring, prudish older sister. “No, but really, I’m cool, I just don’t want you doing the same dumb stuff!” I wanted to shout.

It seemed that our lives were never going to be in the same chapter – I’d always be two jumps ahead of her, or we were just two different people.

But something happened the summer before she left for college last year. Because she was going to no longer be at home, we started spending more one-on-one time together. She’d come over to my apartment to spend the night, or we’d jog around my neighborhood together. Suddenly it was as if the gap that had been there for nearly 20 years of my life was closed within one summer. And I realized in the midst of all this time I hadn’t been paying much attention to her, we had turned into the same person. The same music, the same love for fashion, the same independent nature, the same relationship ups and downs, the same social proclivities, the same bad spending habits. While I always wanted an older sister to be friends with and confide in – to offer me her shoulder of wiser ways – I find myself being that person. I find myself calling her to catch up, being interested in what she’s doing on a weekly basis, and even more so interested in hanging out with her – one-on-one – when she’s home.

And while I’ll always be two jumps ahead of her in age and experience, we’re no longer two different people; we’re scary close to being the same. I’ve always understood our differences, and now, even more so our similarities.

Currently Feeling: Snacky. Snacky. South Beach Chocolate Cookies. Mmmm.
Currently Anticipating: Yoga tonight. I love working out in a dark room, closing my eyes, deep breathing and feeling STRONG.
Currently Reading: “The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo,” by Stieg Larsson.

Dear Interwebs,

Oh how I’ve missed you! Okay, that’s actually a tiny white lie – I only missed you a little bit. Sometimes, when I spend my whole day at work and a lot of my evenings on the computer, it’s nice to go anonymous for a couple days. But, I’m back! And so full of updates from the last week, that I didn’t know where to begin…

Hmm. Do I tell you about my Friday night, meeting my friend’s new girlfriend, who he met on Match.com and seems a wee bit loco? Do I tell you how his reasoning behind dating her is, “So what if she’s 21, still in college, and we don’t have anything in common! She has a 26-inch waist and size D boobs, how could I get bored?!” Do I tell you how I was super nice to her, despite of myself, but scoffed a little bit at her fur-lined clogs (seriously?!) while drinking too much wine at Solo?

Or I could tell you about my Valentine’s Day – how everyone from my mom, who sent me a box of my favorite candies and lip glosses (marzipan, marshmallows and Stila); to my neighbor, who left cookies and a note in our mailbox; to my boyfriend, who gave me a pot of little pink roses (that I’ll probably kill, honestly) and a card the size of a small child; made me feel loved. I could tell you about how mediocre my dinner was at Betty for $80, or how laughably giggable the Laugh Lover’s Ball comedy show was at The Moore Theatre. So funny that we’re still quoting some of the jokes – now laughter is what makes my love world go round.

Potentially you’d like to know about my double birthday party Sunday where I drank yet more wine, bringing my weekly weekend tally up to about four bottles. I *really* ought to look into switching from white to red – I just end up drinking white like grape juice. You might also like to hear about the two new bars I checked out – Post and The Dray – which were both small, but great atmospheres for intimate crowds. Or how a friend told me that thanks to a chain of events from my blog post on Seattle Ork Posters, a little shop in Ballard is now displaying them across their front windows. Oh, how neat!

I was thinking I could tell you about my day off on Monday – the first full day alone my boyfriend and I have had together in months. How we started it off with a day trip to IKEA, where I purchased new bedding and an awesome baroque-style frame for the wall. And then how we spent a couple hours at Peso’s for happy hour where I tried for the first time their Philly steak quesadilla with caramelized onions – YUM. But, don’t you worry, Interwebs, I walked it off later with an hour walk to and back from Trader Joe’s to load up on healthiness for the week.

I could also tell you about my new haircut, my shopping spree to F21, my deep-clean of my apartment, which is oh-so-shiny and sparkly now, how level two of Jillian’s Michaels 30-Day Shred pretty much makes.you.want.to.die, as do personal trainers, but how I’ve lost six pounds in three weeks. I could tell you how “Save Karyn” was pretty much the cutest, funniest book I’ve read in a long time, and although I’ve been boycotting Chic Lit, this one was worth it. Or how I purchased a WOK, which is super exciting and I can’t wait to wok it up this week after wok. Woka, woka, woka.

Interwebs, I could tell you ALL of that… but then,

I guess I just did.

Love,
20-Something

Currently Feeling: Slammed today, but I just had to squeeze a post in!
Currently Anticipating: Catch-up dinner tonight at Twist with two of my old roomies from college.
Currently Wanting: To pick up “The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo” by Stieg Larsson – Amazon or local bookstore, hmmm.

OMFG – Instant Celebrity Gossip!

Ah, Twitter.

It’s the latest CRAAAAZE ya’ll! (I can’t believe I just used ya’ll), Who knows; seemed kinda fitting. Twitter makes me loco!* I LOVE it. It’s strangely fun to tell others what I’m up to (in fact, I’m kinda addicted to it and drive the BF crazy when I’m on my phone all the time), and strangely fun to read what others are doing. But – I tend to be slightly picky about who I’m following. I like to follow my friends because I actually care about what they’re doing every minute of the day, and I like to follow some of my favorite bloggers because I read what they have to say every day. I’m also following a few recommendations from others – @Amazon MP3 because they alert you to $0.99 CDs, @condensedmovies because they’re funny, 140-character reviews of movies…

But recently I’ve discovered something really weird – there are CELEBRITIES on Twitter. Celebrities that regularly update their account with what they’re doing – and it’s legitimately them. (Demi Moore, Ashton Kutcher, Rumer Willis, Punky Brewster, Ashley and Pete Wentz, The Shaq, Fred Durst, MC Hammer, John Mayer, Tina Fay… those are the participating “celebrities” I’ve found so far.) I recently started following Demi Moore and Ashton Kutcher. Can I tell you how weird that is?! I read through my Twitter timeline like 50x a day – oh look, Demi and Ashton are celebrating Talulah’s birthday right now! Oh look! Demi and Ashton are in San Fran and they posted a romantic pic together on the Golden Gate Bridge! And now they are on the airplane ride home!

You know I’ve really lost it when I saw that pic and nearly texted one of my good friends who was in San Fran that weekend – “Keep an eye out for the Kutchers! They’re both in San Fran too!” Then I stopped myself – who the $#@* cares you GD loon. I think I might be *this close* (pinching fingers together at the computer screen) to being totally crazy.

Ok, I’m going to go check Twitter now.

*For those of you who poo poo Twitter, it is HUGE in the PR and Mar/Comm world – you should be reading about it and learning how to use it professionally if you’re in these industries, IMO.

Currently Feeling: More than a little behind.
Currently Anticipating: Chic chat tonight!
Currently Reading: Save Karyn by Karyn Boznak, author of Pretty in the City. It’s been awhile since I’ve read chic lit, but this one is HILARIOUS! I can’t put it down.

Two Tickets to the Butt Show

Last night I went to the buttlet. I mean ballet.

A friend of mine called because she had two tickets to George Balanchine’s “Jewels” at McCaw Hall and wanted to invite me last minute. “Why not?” I thought. I’d never been to a ballet before (outside of The Nutcracker, which is more of a play with a lot of child dancers), and figured it be good to check it off my list. We hit up happy hour on Queen Anne, downed a couple glasses of wine and walked down to McCaw Hall, where we took our seats, only 16 rows back from the stage, right before the curtain rose. I quickly flipped through the program. “Jewels” is apparently a classic ballet and George Balanchine a famous composer, which I didn’t know. All I could focus on was that it was plotless (just dancing to classical music without a storyline) for nearly three hours. Uh, oh. What did I get myself into?

As the ballerinas tinkled out of the side curtains – so did the ballemen. Is that what they’re called? Well, either way – I was NOT prepared. No way, no how. Those guys are seriously not wearing more than what looks like white paint on their legs, buttocks and package. Imagine if I left the house this morning with nothing on but a top and sheer pantyhose. It is SO distracting. You can see every muscle and dimple in their butts, which are like Jenny from the Block size, as they turn and twist and prance across the stage. I’d compare it to soft porn.

Here’s my night at the ballet in a nutshell:

Pretty green ballerinas dance out, following by ballemen in white pants and poofy sleeves. Oh look at how they sway their butts arms. Tinkle, tinkle. Sway, sway. LOOK AT HIS ASS. Tip-toe, twirl. HOLY SHIT; IT’S HUGE. Curtain.

Intermission: We guzzle a glass of white wine.

Ooh. Red and gold. Out come the ballemen again in white pants and puffy sleeves. Sassy jazz music. I like this butt dance better. OH MY GOD HE JUST BENT OVER. Tip-toe, arabesque, dance, swish-sway, big smile. Wow. The primo ballerina is amazing. I SAW A DIMPLE! I SAW A DIMPLE! Curtain.

Intermission: We guzzle a glass of white wine.

Sparkles bedazzled everywhere and pretty tulle tutus – and here they come again in white pants and puffy sleeves. Oh, five ballemen at once. I don’t know what to do with myself. FIVE BUTTS, FIVE BUTTS, CENSORY OVERLOAD. Ooh they’re so strong and big. Yeah baby. LOOK AT THEIR EYES, LOOK AT THEIR EYES. Butt. Curtain.

All in all, baby got back. Er, I mean I’d definitely go back.

Currently Feeling: So sleepy. I want to take a nap like right meow.
Currently Anticipating: Seeing my BF tomorrow when he flies home from Montucky!
Currently Loving: SparkPeople.com

Keeping up with lovin’ in the late 21st Century

They say us Americans are crazy busy people who don’t know how to slow down and “enjoy the good life.” We all work too much, eat too much and watch too much TV – too much, too much, too much.

I try to curb the overeating, I occasionally overwork and my TV-watching is limited to what I deem worthy of not catching later on DVR when I have the time. But, one of the big overflowing, excessive cups in my life is my calendar. I love, love, love being a social butterfly. I love planning dinners to catch up with old roommates, old coworkers, friends and family. I love happy hours to gossip. I love TV and wine nights with my girls. I love walking Greenlake and rollerblading in the spring and summer with whomever will join me. I love events – like Seattle’s 20-Something Wine event or all Seattle festivals (Folk Life, Bite of Seattle, and of course, Summer Solstice Festival – my FAVORITE). I love day trips, ferry boats, camping. I love to throw parties at my house – Wine tasting, Sex toys and Pumpkin carving. I’m sure you get the point – I love, love, love, love to DO.

When I was little, I would visit my dad during school vacations. Just sitting around at his house and doing nothing would drive.me.crazy. “Can we go see a movie, Dad? Can we go fishing, Dad? Can I go to Aunt Carol’s, Dad?” I’d beg and plead. “Can’t you ever just relax and SIT STILL?” I remember he said to me once.

No, I can’t. I can’t sit still. I don’t have adult ADHD, but I just feel that you get more out of life when you’re living it to the fullest. And my idea of living to the fullest is doing everything I can to have fun, and making the most out of my personal relationships.

I exhausted my dad. And I know I exhaust my boyfriend too.

With all the hustle and bustle of life in general – working, exercising, traveling and keeping up with extensive social calendars, how do you balance a relationship in there too without giving up any of the stuff you liked to do while single? Let me tell you, if there was one thing I wasn’t going to do when I first met my boyfriend was let my personal relationships suffer just because I was in a new relationship. But keeping my boyfriend happy, and making myself and my friends happy, sometimes proves challenging.

So recently, Baby Daddy and I enlisted the help of Google. We started updating our Google calendars, “shared” it with each other, and it works like a charm. We can both update via our phones or computers and it shows up in the side panel in our Gmail accounts. I don’t forget to tell him things; he doesn’t feel like he has no idea how to plan things with me. We keep track of each other, and we’re both happy peas.

And now, thanks to Google, we can still “see” each other even when we’re not spending the night together with the little help of Google’s recently added video chat feature, which we discovered last night. (No, this isn’t an infoblog for Google, I just enjoy any product that makes my life a bit easier).

I got home from work late last night and opened my email to see if I had anything from my “Currently In: Montana” boyfriend. Sure enough; there sat an email. I opened it and read: “You should download the Gmail chat web cam thing so we can get naked over the Internet.”

Naked we did not get, but we did chat with each other via our nerdy Web cams. (I’m not sure that I’m ready for naked webcamming just yet). Perhaps I’m a little behind the times on this one – but video chatting was totally strange yet totally awesome. At first, all I could do was laugh. It was WEIRD. I could physically see him sitting in his hotel room and hear him talking. And even weirder because I could also see what I looked like. It was like staring in the mirror at yourself while talking to someone face-to-face. Super bizarre. I feel like it might have been the most awkward conversation we’d ever had with each other. But after I got the hang of things, it was totally awesome. Beats telephone conversations any day – and now I can’t wait to go home tonight and “see” my boyfriend tonight after happy hour with a friend.

It’s nice to feel like we can continue to maintain a balanced relationship between friends, work and each other with a little planning and a little webcamming – I’ll just have to figure out how to defer his suggestions to do naked webcamming. If I know anything about the male mind, this will be a hard one to avoid too long…

Currently Feeling: Like I’ll probably get coerced into happy hour tonight instead of heading to the gym – oh wait. I already did.
Currently Anticipating: Next Friday’s triple whammy – payday, my tax return check and my 2008 bonus! Cha ching!
Currently Thinking: I’ll start a fun reoccurring series here. Stay tuned for Bacon Saturdays! (I’m not joking)

A Happy Place – but I’m not talking Ronald or chicken nuggets

I need to find my Happy Place… I don’t have one. Am I the only one?

My boyfriend often talks about his Happy Place – the beach. When he was little, his parents went through a bad divorce when he was in elementary. Someone told him that he needed to figure out what his Happy Place was and go there when he couldn’t sleep or things were bothering him… In our relationship he’s mentioned his Happy Place a couple times – a place he goes when he shuts his eyes to let all the bad feelings and stress of the World escape.

The more I think about this concept, the more I realize I could really use a Happy Place. I feel that as each day, month and year goes by, life becomes increasingly more complicated. There’s a reason why adults always say, “Enjoy it while you can!” Or why my friends and I reminisce about the “carefree” days of college. Sure you had a whole three or four classes to attend and subsequent tests and assignments for each, but that’s nothing compared to rent, deadlines, empty savings accounts, bosses, bills, increasing fat rolls, wrinkles and grey hair…

For me, the majority of my stress lies in my little ole 9 to 5. Sometimes I get myself into such a whirlwind at work that I feel the only answer is leaving to curl up in a ball under a rock, otherwise known as my bed, never to come out. This is one of those days. Have you ever felt so stressed that your mind just kind of freezes, and although you have approximately 1 million things you should be doing, you can’t seem to wrap your head around any of them?

This is when I need to close my eyes and picture…

*Blank* ?!?

I try to think about what my Happy Place might be.

A place?
A person?
A time frame?

If it is, in fact, one of those three items, does that make me UNhappy because I’m not in that place, or with that person, or in that time frame anymore? If my Happy Place is a place, then why don’t I live there permanently? Will it still be my Happy Place if I live there day to day?

See – I try to think about a Happy Place and all the details of being happy or UNhappy stress me out.

Do you have a Happy Place?

Currently Feeling: So much healthier.
Currently Anticipating: SO excited to go home tonight and do the 30-Day Shred DVD!! NOT.
Currently Watching: Vicky Cristina Barcelona.

A rare weekend devoid of hangovers

I had quite a lovely couple of days this past weekend. Although I could have done with about 24 more hours per usual, the 48 hours I did have turned out just perfect – with just the right balance of partying, relaxing, friends, boyfriend and staying healthy and active.

Friday I met up with a good college friend at one of my (latest) favorite happy hours – Ascada Bistro. If you’re from Seattle, you should check it out. I think the little place gets lost in the shadow of Peso’s since they always seem to be dead, but they have really great food starting out at $2.99 (including stuffed mushrooms that are to.die.for!), $5 martinis and other drink specials. Plus the atmosphere is there is pretty darn good and allows for easy conversation flow without shouting over music or others. In fact, I like it so much that I’ve been there three times in the last two weeks. Whoops.

Afterward, I headed to TheatreSports in Post Alley for a double date with Bestie Amanda and her new boytoy (I’m unsure if it’s safe to call him a boyfriend yet). The last time I went to TheatreSports was high school, and I’ve been wanting to go back ever since. It’s a live comedy improve competition between two teams – sort of like “Who’s Line is It Anways?” We weren’t allowed to drink in the theater during the show, so my buzz was kinda killed, which effectively made me super tired. BUT, the show was hilarious, and to me there’s nothing quite like a good laugh.

There’s also nothing quite like waking up on Saturday morning without a hang over. I don’t do it often… This past Saturday I bounded out of bed to sunshine filling my entire apartment. My energy is through the roof when it’s sunny (hence why I want to move to Cali). I opened the windows and cooked breakfast while my mind reeled over all the sunny Saturday possibilities. After RUNNING outside in the sunshine (I know. Big shocker. This is the first jog I’ve taken outside in more than a year), I planned a day trip to Vashon Island with my BF and his mini.

The Mini is in love with everything that has to do with boats, sharks, fish, etc, so I figured a ferry boat to an island with beaches and a lighthouse would tickle his fancy. I was right, which felt SO good since I still feel pretty new to this “wooing a 5-year-old” stuff. After the short ride to the island, we stopped at The Vashon Island Coffee Roasterie – an awesome little general store type organic coffee shop that had no less than 100 loose teas to choose from in gigantic jars. (Heaven for me since I’ve been on an anti-coffee, pro-tea kick for the last couple months). We then drove to Point Robinson Park where we combed the beach for seashells. The Mini wanted to take home every seashell he found – “LOOK! OH! MY! GOSH!” he’d shout, and show us a half broken clam shell with seaweed attached. Thing are always 100x more exciting through the eyes of a child…it’s a little humbling. After the park, we stopped at a salmon stand and bought fresh salmon for $9 a pound. I’m super excited to make it this week for dinner, so if any of you have a salmon recipe to share, please do so in the comments or email me. We wrapped up our day trip with pizza and pasta at a little restaurant, which was sorta tacky but had a fireplace to warm up with, so I was content. The whole car ride back, the Mini kept saying, “Can we do this again? When do we get to do this again?” so I felt my island Saturday plan deserved an A+.

And then I wrapped up my entire weekend of being active and healthy with eating about 500 pounds of my homemade caramel corn during the Super Bowl party I attended. Diet FAIL. But oh well, the weekend was over all a SUCCEED, so I’ll just let that one slip this time.

Currently Feeling: Like avoiding a situation that should probably be dealt with.
Currently Anticipating: Getting my workout over with so I can tan and make salmon!
Currently Loving: My new, blonder hair from Bestie Amanda’s awesome balayage.