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Coming at You

Ok, by the time this is actually published, it is Friday.

And I won’t see the beautiful city lit up at night for two whole days.

I don’t mind though, if we’re being honest.

Yesterday, I woke myself up earlier than normal and decided that I would get back into the Shred.

It’s been awhile.

Foolishly, I assumed that since I’ve been hitting up kettlebells for the past month or so, this would be a non-issue.

It turned out to be an issue.

That it had been awhile.

I made it through, but found out that it is much more difficult to do things correctly without a Russian literally moving your body into the correct positions if necessary.

I’m sorry I ever doubted that method as credible.

Anyway, at least I finished, thus completing the task of doing.physical.activity.

Then I hopped on a train to an eye exam, where I forked out $300 due to my near blindness.

Goodbye tax refund, sorry you couldn’t stay longer.

Tonight I’m heading into my birthday weekend, starting with dinner with JW at this Italian spot in Andersonville, recommended to me by my awesome hairstylist.

I love nothing more than a good recommendation. Movies, books, restaurants…tell me where to go and I will love you forever.

I also love nothing more than an Italian meal, so I’m hoping this is a good segway into a weekend of friends, pizza, and, gulp, turning 27.

Late 20s, I’m coming for you.

Have a good weekend chickadees!



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Five Good Things: Rainy Saturday Edition

Lots of things happening here in the Second City today, despite the rainy weather. Let’s get to it, shall we?

1. Yesterday, I bought a bike. If you’ve been reading this little blog, you’ve know that I’m signed up for a triathlon in August, but that I don’t have a bike. Last night, I headed to Logan Square to check out a vintage Schwinn. I liked what I saw, so we packed it up in the van and took it home. Now, I just have to get up the courage to ride in the street. Good thing it came with two helmets.

Here goes nothing.

2. Tonight = pizza party! This is great, since I was out of town last weekend and feel like I could use a dose of everyone I know, all in my kitchen. JW and I picked up some wine at Costco, and made enough dough for 21 pizzas (well, he did that part. I bleached the bathroom instead). We’re ready to go over here!

3. Farmer’s Market! Even in the rain, I traveled there to meet Ky, and load up on stuff for pizza tonight. Among my finds: Broccoli, two kinds of beets (I’m not sure how to deal with those yet, but I’m excited nonetheless), basil for pesto tonight, and FINALLY, fresh, shelled peas. Ky chatted with the farmer, who let her know these things have a three week growing season, so for the next three weeks, I’m eating exclusively peas.

And pizza too.

4. WORLD CUP! I know it officially started yesterday, but since I was stuck in my office, focusing on the Blackhawks rally going on outside my window, I’m starting my extensive watching today. It’s halftime in the USA v. England game, and we just tied it up with a freak goal that slipped out of the keeper’s hands.

I’ll take it. Go USA!

I love a tournament. Even more when it's soccer.

5. Gene (my kettlebell instructor) has been on vacation in Eastern Europe/Russia the past two weeks, and I’ve been on a hiatus from class. He was back this morning, and so was I.

He was ready to go, freshly back from the Motherland.

I wanted to be.

The class was super intense, and I’m pretty sure I’ll wake up tomorrow with most of my muscles screaming, but I felt good about the return.

So good that I agreed to sign up to go Wednesday at 5:30 AM.

We’ll see if this stays a good thing.

Ok, everyone, I’m off to wash my basil and finish watching the game, but I hope your weekends are moving as sweetly as mine. Ciao chickadees!


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Come on in, Tuesday!

The sun is shining and I’ve already taken the first swim of the week.

Without running into anyone. This is surely an early morning accomplishment.

Last night JW’s sister stopped by for dinner, which meant bacon/onion and mushroom/pepper pizza, vodka soda cocktails, and these, courtesy of a baking session that K and JD helped me with.

A lemon bar is a powerful thing.

They were delicious, buttery, and probably, I’ll need to swim 305 laps to burn off what I put into those bars.

I am strangely okay with this.

In any case, today’s agenda includes getting through the work day, and then taking myself home to spend some time with Jillian Michaels, first with the Shred and then with Biggest Loser.

I have high hopes for this day.

And for yours.


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Summer’s here…almost.

My post titles are always so…obvious. Oh well.

Tomorrow’s Friday and things are looking good for me, I’m excited for the weekend that stretches ahead of me.

This week I purchased tickets to Connecticut for a summer journey with K, KT, and J. I’m excited to get myself to the homeland, because despite my six year stint in the fabulous Midwestern town of Chicago, I’m just an East Coast, shore town girl at heart. It can’t be helped. If I had my way everything I owned would be Cape Cod Blue (which is really pretty gray) and I would have a lobster trap coffee table and starfish everywhere (I know, it’s frightening, but true).

I’m also looking forward to taking KT and J to the coast, because I like to mix up people, places, and timeframes in my life. I like a good mash up of who I am and where I’ve been. Plus, I love where they grow up, and I hope they love where I grow up too!

These are things I’m looking forward to during my trip:

1. Book Barn. I’ve been going to this place since it was just one single building. It has several buildings, cats, and millions of books now, and there is nothing better than stepping in, sampling free coffee and a donut hole and getting to the business of touching/smelling every book in the joint. I could do it for hours.

The original building

The original building

2. Lenny and Joe’s Fishtale. This place is so good. Oh man. I don’t know how to even properly explain it. They specialize in fried seafood, awesome fries, and a mean coleslaw. They also have picnic tables outside to sit at, and a carousel that I’ve never ridden. But really people, it’s mostly about the fried clams. And the sweet t-shirts that I am finally going to acquire this year.

They start you early on this stuff...

They start you early on this stuff...

3. Zuppardi’s Apizza I grew up on this stuff, since my grandma and grandpa lived down the street from it. This is the food of the gods, I’m not kidding you. You may think you’ve had pizza, but really, everything up until this has been a lie. I have never, in the ten years since I moved out of Connecticut, come to visit and not eaten this. It would be a tragedy. It’s the first place I’ll probably take my visitors for a large “mootz” and some delicious birch beer.

You have no idea what this pizza does to me.

You have no idea what this pizza does to me.

4. Rocky Neck State Park This is basically my favorite spot in the world. My mom used to take us every single day when we were kids, and I hated that she dragged us there, but now I would basically give one of my limbs to spend every day sitting at the beach listening to my boom box, reading Alice Hoffman, and eating sandy turkey sandwiches and handfuls of Jax. I vow to try and recreate this with my best friends this summer. If they’re lucky, I’ll try and take them crabbing, though it might be a little early for that.

What a great beach

What a great beach

5. Misquamicut Beach This one’s in Rhode Island, and it’s got a different vibe than Rocky Neck. It’s more crowded and touristy (just ask me about the time we lost Jennie there in the 80s–but not in front of my dad, it’s a sore spot for him), but the waves are great and the little shops everywhere crack me up. Rhode Island beaches always remind me of my childhood love and best friend Matt, so a trip to this beach brings back hysterical memories of trying to flirt and ride a boogie board at the same time. It’s not really possible, trust me.

Those waves are in prime boogie boarding shape

Those waves are in prime boogie boarding shape

It would be impossible for me to really name all of the things I love about my home state, because it’s hard to quantify all of them. I love the smell of the beach, the sand that gets all over everything, the sights and sounds of all things familiar, and really feeling like I’m home. I mean, I feel home almost everywhere, but as soon as I get across the state line, I feel comfortable. Like I just found my favorite sweatshirt. And someone just gave me a pizza. And James Taylor’s playing. And my family’s all yelling at me, but in a good way. That’s what Connecticut feels like to me, and I cannot wait to get back there in the summer.

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