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what a Saturday!

this ones for the books. we woke at 5:30am to hike towards Vancouver Convention Center where it’s Lululemon SeaWheeze Ground Zero.  To stretch, drop our gear bag and get ready for the run.  The weather was chilly, 60 some degrees and slightly drizzling. We were playing the game of what do we wear? What layers are needed? Knowing full well 1 mile in, we won’t want extra clothing and won’t stop sweating.
Keep in mind, neither of us trained for this one as a result of planning World’s Best Wedding.  A week ago I got turf toe in a yoga class.  Brett’s shoulders have been hurting.  His hamstring gets tight. Basically, we are a pair of hot messes and just wanted to finish the damn thing without having to drop out. Needless to say, we both finished. We both have smiles on our faces. We both are limping around the city, clearly struggling.  Don’t ask how many crosswalks we didn’t “risk it for a biscuit” because the fasterst we could go was a slow walk. 😂 (hint: more than 20)


Some key highlights from the run- on one stretch of the race, across a high bridge over the city, there were a ton of spin bikes in a row with people spinning and cheering us on as we ran past. So much energy! I half wanted to join them!  I cannot find a picture of it anywhere.  Pretend you took an entire spin class onto a high rise bridge and lined up 20-40 bikes, everyone cycling and cheering with music pumping as we ran past. You get the idea. Excellent!

The race route was great this year, the weather was perfect, the solitude on the SeaWall was glorious.  Running for miles along the SeaWall in a fog with a light drizzle, makes me feels as if I’m on the wharfs in some coastal city out east. (Never been, next trip?) 🙂

All around a great race.  We died, but it was still great!
After we met at the Digital Orca, we grabbed runner’s brunch (soy yogurt, a waffle with magical jam, cherries, grapes, and a baby quiche)

We applied a layer of Saje Peppermint Halo on every inch of the back of our legs. He gave me a stretch on the ol’ calves. We died, came back to life, and allowed a restart of about ten minutes and then laced up to head out.
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As we sloth-walked towards home. We wanted a shower and we were hungry for a real meal. Our first stop was JJ Brew, they gave free drink tickets to the SeaWheeze runners.  We both got a cup of java and split a chocolate chip cookie. It was nice to duck out of the chill for a moment, to regroup and try to find wifi.


Every little boutique is adorable, the fonts and marketing so well done.  Why don’t we have nearly the amount of awesome hidden gems in Minneapolis!?  A few blocks further we pass Nectar Juicery.  I’m a sucker for a good juice. Fruit, soy, greens, iced, I don’t care.  Me love juice. We settled, after much discussion on a bottle of their Sacred.  It was refreshing, I’m super excited to make my own juice and use the glass bottle it came it. (3 stars, they were sold out of what we wanted, and this was just so-so).

  

  
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Down the way is a little spot called, Old Faithful Shop. A cute little boutique with hand picked curiosities.  Their shop mascot is a french bulldog, named Pierre, whose outpost is a small doghouse inside one of their bookshelf tables.

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And then, B realllllllllly wanted a sandwich. Like now. Well, like yesterday. He loves a well-made sandwich. Love that about him. We had seen a few spots when exploring, and noted to visit later on. Meat & Bread was open for business and busy! A very good sign. (5 stars)

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This is his domain, so I let him order. He settled on the Porchetta and the Daily Special. The bread was sliced in front of us.  Small wood boards held the sandwiches on top of a slice of parchment paper, with little mountains of condiments. We got ours to-go.

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We walked to the grocer next door and loaded up on liquids before heading home.

We FaceTimed with our other traveler partners, my parents.  We showered and put on compression socks (glorious!). And we ate our sandwiches in the little quaint apartment we’re calling home this weekend.

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Explored their balcony in the day light.

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A slow rise to the 12th-floor gave us a chance to relax, recoup and enjoy the beautiful view.

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those white tent tops is where the Vancouver Convention Center is located!

those white tent tops is where the Vancouver Convention Center is located!

We took a nap and around evening time, headed to the Sunset Festival in Stanley Park. A chance for all the runners to get together, drink some beer, listen to awesome music, test out the trapeze, and generally have a very chill, beautiful evening.  I sported the Lululemon Vinyasa Scarf as there are clearly a million ways to get comfortable in it.  (see below) 😀

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Craving something sweet, we waited in line FOREVER, for Archimallows – artisinal, fire-torched marshmallows (3 stars), not worth the wait but we did it anyway!  Here is a pano of the view before me (the stage, the sea, the trapeze, the mallow tent, and the line (can you spot B?)

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As the sun went down, the lights came out, there is an awesome drone that shot footage during the event – the video can be seen here – a quick view of everything that went on this amazing weekend!

We beat the rush and left a bit earlier during the last set.  The shuttle took us back to Ground Zero and we walked home.  On the way, we grabbed dinner from Tacofino – probably the best place I’ve had a burrito, EVER.  B ordered the Spicy Chicken and I ordered the Vegetarian.  Mine was ON POINT!  (5 stars)

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During our trip, we tried to find something to spend our “When In Rome…” fund on, a ‘change and small bill’ jar that we save up in and then splurge on something during our adventures.  We decided to book a 1am float at Float House – the late night ones are 2.5 hours… we were excited beyond belief.

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The whole interior vibe is very calming.  Blue and purple neon lights throughout.  There are stacks of salt bags in the hallway that lines the chamber rooms.  We each had a room with a shower and our deprivation tank inside, a fluffy white towel, robe, and organic body soap and shampoo for afterwards.  They provided ear plugs (both foam and wax!).

After we were both introduced to our chambers, which each held about 850lb. of Epson salt, we said adios and rinsed before entering our tanks.  It’s a sort of indescribable experience.  I spent about 3 minutes floating on top of the water, getting calm and slowing my breathing… my head tilted back and held in place by the salt water (so dense, you float effortlessly on the surface) – it’s hard to know where the water begins and wear the surface is.

I swear, three minutes go by and the next thing I know, someone is knocking hard on my tank.  I slowly open my eyes in the pitch dark chamber and immediately think the Float House concierge is going to open my tank door while I’m on full-nudity display.  Turns out in was B.  He cracked the door open, I couldn’t hear anything as I had my wax ear plugs in and my eyes tried to adjust in the darkness with this new neon blue light shining in.  His voice reminded me of Charle Brown’s teacher, as I couldn’t understand any words with plugged ears.

Apparently I had slept through TWO 6-minute song cycles meant to wake you up.  I slept through the computer voice saying, “Your float is now completed, please exit the tank.”  The employee asked B, now 30 minutes out of the tank, to check on me and wake me up.

Three hours went by in what seemed like minutes, and yet I was so unbelievably relaxed, I felt like I was floating on earth.  Highly recommend this experience!

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Needless to say, we walked out of that Float House around 4:15am and felt like we could conquer the world.  Instead, we crashed and had the best sleep of our lives.

What an incredible Saturday,

em j

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a Lululemon adventure

Last night we pulled into the train station in Vancouver and got a taxi to take us to our AirBnB off Cordova St. It was $8 and well worth it to avoid having to walk late at night to an unknown spot that we don’t have cellular capabilities.  (Remind me to do a throw back post to the time we traveled across the Dominican Repbulic). 

We showered and slept like rocks. Then awoke at 4:45am to get to the Lululemon Seawheeze Expo.

Last year we were one of the first 100 people in line to get our hands on exclusive Lululemon Seawheeze gear.  We arrived about twenty minutes later this year, and already 1000 were in line.  Holy bananas!

Slowly the sun started to raise above the horizon.  But not after another hour of darkness, and some shut eye for Panama Jack.  

   
  The line was long, but the event was well organized this year.  A new guy-friendly corner helped appeal to the handful of boyfriend and husbands who were perhaps running in support of their ladies. A pool table and barbers giving haircuts, among other details.  Of the 10,015 runners, my guess is 75% were female.  

The inside of the expo was an insane shopping frenzy. Like wild hyenas grabbing at any and all hangers and carrying piles of exclusive Lululemon to a corner of the floor to commence the deciding between their ‘yes’ and ‘no’ piles.    

   
Ten points for this guy, digging through other peoples ‘no’ piles to find specific items. He treated it like a Supermarket Sweep game and killed it.  
  
The convention center was well decorated in typical Lulu sense. And we enjoyed all of the outdoor patio activities.  Complimentary cold brew from 49th Parallel, fresh watermelon juice, Rise Kombucha tastings, and fro-yo.  Cool art installations and the race packet pickup were also reasons to stay near the Vancouver Convention Centre and kick it for a few hours.

   
    
   
   
  We got temporary tattoos and decided to haul our Luloot back to the apartment before we searched for breakfast.  

 
Along the way, we walk past Canada Place whose hosting Anirevo : Anime Revolution 2015, an anime and Japanese convention this weekend, cosplay and anime merchandise galore. My favorite part? Seeing little nuggets like this chillin’ with their mama probably wondering WTF is going on, why people are diggin’ her weave. #precious

   
 Although, this looks like it might be a great time under different circumstances.  i.e. bottomless mimosas beforehand 😂

Arriving to our apartment is a welcome sight, as we have been pulling in less than 6 hours of sleep recently. Here is the AirBnB in nicer light.  A quaint two-bedroom apartment overlooking Gastown.

   
   
  
Perk alert : from the 12th floor of this building, we can see the tops of others. All sorts of beautiful patios to share a bottle of wine on. I counted at least three, each can take advantage of a beautiful Vancouver sunset. 

   

   
We had the patio to ourselves and quickly had a selfie shoot. Using our Apple Watch as a viewfinder for our iPhone, it was easy as can be. 

   
    
   
Sometimes it took a second to perfect, but we got the hang of it!

   
 
We did a few p extra online things and changed clothes.  The natural light of the big bedroom window was perfect, almost like my own little studio.  The outfit I chose for the evening has no less than three black and white combos, I refer to it as ‘Couver Lululemon Derelict

   
 
Late brunch was around the corner at Catch122. They serve brunch until 4pm, which I think should be a world law.  He got the Dirty Breakfast and I got the Eggs Benedict. (3.5 stars)

   
   
 

world’s best eater! he tries anything!

 
We then wandered down by the convention center. 7:30 was Sunset Yoga, and we really wanted to loosen up before tomorrow. 

   
   
At the morning expo, we found the Saje Natural Wellness booth and they gave us a 20% off coupon.  They have the best roll on greatness for headaches and tension. Last year, we learned about Peppermint Halo and now it’s our favorite: as we sipped chamomile tea, we loaded up at their store down the street.  (5 stars)

   

We stopped at Bella Gelateria, because duh. It’s one of our favorite spots to visit in all of Vancouver.  He got Whiskey Fudge + Essex Sea Salt, I got Stracciatella + Akbar Mashti (rosewater, saffron, pistachio).  (5 stars)

   
   
They won first place in the 2014 Gelato World Tour, I’d be lying if I said I regretted spending my monies here. 😏

Sunset Yoga was held inside the convention center.  We borrowed Lulu mats and calmly waited for the start of the practice. It was led by instructor Reno Munez, the guy who started the first Dharma Yoga studio in Canada. 

   

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Reno stood on a table in the middle of about 500 yogis


His voice is my new inner conscious voice.  Listening to him is like watching warm honey drip slow-motion into the ocean on a cool sunny day. He has the calmest demeanor and changes the energy of the room when he speaks. #namaste

We were centered,  we were zen-like.  All is right with the world. Shout out to this guy for wanting to start practicing yoga to improve the quality of his life.

 

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A huge ‘thank you‘ to the Saje team for gifting these You’re Awesome Yoga Kits to the yogis in attendance, attempting to achieve equilibrium. 

 

the satchel is made of yoga mat material!

 
As we returned the mats afterwards, we were handed bottles of Rise Kombucha in Lemongrass.

  
We wandered down by the Seawall and decided on a rendezvous point after the race tomorrow morning. We settled on the iconic, 25′ tall Digital Orca on the patio near the sea.

exhausted, at peace, comtemplative

  

Our AirBnB host, J, recommended Peckinpah barbecue in Gastown. We ordered takeout and people watched while we waited for a pulled pork sandwich and collard greens. (3 stars)

   

  

  

  

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i could not agree more

We ate on the balcony in the dark after we rode the elevator up to the apartment building. 

   
   
We finally got to sleep at midnight and will promptly regret getting to bed so late, achieving less than five hours of sleep the night before a half marathon. 

Here goes nothing,

em

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airport adventures

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Let’s start with my first mistake. I assumed a domestic flight only required an hour of navigation time at our airport. My flight left at 7am, I woke up at 4:50am, I arrived to MSP at 5:50am. Being the tech-savvy girl I am, I’ve already checked in on my Delta app. All that’s left to do is drop my luggage at Baggage Drop and get thru security. Seems easy enough. I roll up to Baggage Drop (first bag checked free thanks to my Gold Delta Skymiles American Express), and I hoist my bag on the scale. Now, I’ve got a terrible judgment of weight. Just like I’m horrible at guessing height, age, and just about everything else that has to do with numbers. When I lifted that bag on the scale it felt like 75 pounds to me. Mentally, I was deciding which ten garments I would throw on as layers and walk like an abominable snowman thru the terminal. The Delta rep looks up and says, “Great! 44 pounds.” I was way off.

I continue on my way towards security and wait in the 60 person line. When there’s three people between me and the TSA rep, I go to launch my Delta app with my digital boarding pass. The app opens up, prompts me to reenter my email/Delta pin/last name – all of which I know six ways from Sunday and no matter how many times I try, the son-of-a will not log me in. I bow out of the security line like an incompetent traveler and I silently curse the App gods. I hard reset my phone, redownload the Delta app, then attempt to re-login. No dice. At this point, seeing as I’ll have to get back in at the end of the security line, I don’t have time to putz with being tech savvy. I’m doing this the old-fashioned way and speed walk to the Delta kiosk to get a paper copy. Pass obtained, back in line, get to the front, TSA let’s me thru, wait in line with my untied shoes and bag of liquids ready to go thru the laser beam scanner. I’m confident the rest of the day will go smoothly.

Wishful thinking. In front of the line is a heavyset middle-age woman with the largest piece of carry on luggage apparently having her first TSA experience. There’s an agent sifting through her stuff (before any laser beams have searched her bag or her person) and the rest of us watch while we give her the silent “WTF lady” look. The TSA agent takes out a full size bottle of shampoo, conditioner, and an extra large bottle of air spray (First Time Lady gets points for sharing my love of Herbal Essences Long Term Relationship hair care – but that’s all I’ll give her). TSA takes out a jar of peanut butter… which apparently now is deemed a liquid and must be taken out of checked luggage. TSA takes out a large bottle of cream, a Costco size toothpaste, and a half liter of mouthwash. She looks at the lady and says, “You do know you cannot have more than 6oz of liquid with you on a carry-on…?” And all of the liquid gets trashed. 1. What a waste. 2. If I were the TSA lady I would have said something more along the lines of, “Are you kidding me right now? We’re trying to streamline this process, if you don’t know what the process is – bring a guardian next time. You’re outta here!” and promptly kick her to the curb.

After that debacle, I get thru security in 4.5 seconds. As I’m redressing, I’m mentally mapping the MSP airport for where my gate is. I’m a tad crunched for time and just need someone to point me in the right direction so I can get in Emily Hightailing Mode. I ask a sweet young TSA girl with darker hair than mine where I could find Terminal F. She pointed one direction and off I went. Multitasking as I walk the way she directed. Trying to login to the Delta app, send an email, update the girls via iMessage and find a restroom at the same time. Trusting she knows the way around her workplace.

I get to the end of the corridor and there’s no Terminal F to be found. I slightly panic at this point as my flight has been boarding for about 10 minutes and I’m cutting it close. I turn around and look at signs. I see terminal A, B, C, D and E. no F. How much more clear could I be to the TSA bambino? Maybe I should have said – F as in Frank. F as in football. F as in… get me the F*#% on the plane already!!!

I turn in the direction I came and start a slow jog. There are many levels of running so we’ll call this a Level 2 of 10. I’m not quite at Home Alone running speed (thank God). But I’m definitely dodging and weaving thru strollers and groups of traveling Asian students taking pictures of God knows what.

Terminal F! There you are you little shit! Right where I got thru security. I find my door at F13 and all my plane neighbors are milling about – maybe 15 people left. The beauty of this is I normally prefer to be the last one on. Now that I’m checking my bag (for free), I don’t have to worry about fighting for space and laying a smack down on anyone to stow my would-be checked bag that I’m too cheap to check for $25 (tongue twister?). I take a deep breath, chuckle to myself, and contemplate sidling up to the bar next to my gate and ordering a double scotch with no chaser. Then I realized I don’t remember what kind of scotch I like. And at my luck (and extremely small bladder) I’ll be squished next to a heifer and desperate to use the restroom 5x on my three hour flight.

I’m the last to board my plane, and it turns out I snagged an Exit Row seat. I always choose window seats for the view but this one just so happened to be the very first row when you enter the plane. As you can see in the picture, there’s plenty of room for activities! It’s like God was all, ‘sorry for the shitshow morning, Em! I didn’t have my java yet.’ I hoped for a second there’d be a jumbo mug of mimosa and eggs Benedict delivered to me shortly thereafter. (No such thing in Coach).

It’s ironic this was my seat, as the flight attendant confirmed with us we were comfortable helping others in the event of an emergency. I replied in the affirmative, and then glanced at the audience seated behind me. There are a lot of 200 and 250 pounders on this flight. I highly doubt I could lift one of them, but who knows. I suppose I could try to yell loudly and direct traffic. Or grab a few of the little ones and baby monkey them to safety.

Negative emergency thoughts aside. The floor in front of us has room for two adults to Indian wrestle. But my seatmate passed out 3 minutes into the flight. My next idea was to lead the commoner (I.e. Coach) cabin in a nice 90-minute sunrise yinyasa flow yoga session. I am wearing a full yoga outfit after all…

An hour into the flight, the cabin door is blowing some seriously cold air my way. I bundle up and hunker down for the long haul. Rarely am I cold so I feel blessed, once again.

I arrived in Seattle, the first of the girls to touchdown at 8am. I’m on a mission to find a bar and order a Bloody Mary. Stat.

Woosah.

Let the games begin!
xo

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weekly iPhone pic drop

This month is hands down all about adventures.  The first one took place in Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada.  Four of us ventured north to join in on the Lululemon Athletica SeaWheeze Half Marathon festivities.  My love for yoga pants tripled when I tried on their Groove Pants and since that day – I have been infatuated with Lululemon.  We flew to Seattle and took a train up.  An early morning flight forced us to locate the nearest java shop.  It happened to be Zeitgeist Coffee in Downtown Seattle.  We refueled with Honey Soy Lattes and Huckleberry Greek Yogurt before hiking the city.

My travel mates include a close work friend (Chelsea), another work friend-turned mentor/guru/lover (Molly), and a newfound friend with a bottomless pit of wisdom and peace (Berit).

There were 14 statues down by the ocean in Vancouver.  Giant bronze laughing ones with huge grins on their faces.  We climbed around like monkeys.  The piece is called “A-maze-ing Laughter” was made by an artist named Yue Minjun and he used his own iconic face in a state of hysterical laughter as a signature trademark as it is recognized universally as a sign of happiness!  It is the city’s most recognizable piece of art and valued at $1.5 million.

These cherries were the best, most freshest I’ve ever tasted.  We found them at Seattle’s Pike Place – a place that I’m truly fond of.

All throughout our time in Vancouver, they used these little handheld credit card scanners at restaurants and bars.  They never took the card elsewhere, and it made tipping that much easier to calculate (#ihatemath).  Why do we not have these in the USA?  This is the first thing we need to adopt!

A local hat shop, family-owned, called Goorin Bros. was drop-dead fabulous.  Old-fashioned hats, newsboy caps, top hats, they had everything.  The staff was great and informed us that Minneapolis is getting it’s very own shop soon!

Pikes Place, nuff said.

Ocean view in Vancouver, thinking about the half marathon in the early AM, a little ocean-side mental prep.

Long, flowing grasses surrounded a pier and we had to play hide-and-seek like young’ins.

The first I heard about Lululemon SeaWheeze Weekend, I signed up super quick.  Running is run, and destination runs are even better!  Especially sponsored by a rockin’ yoga/run gear company!  In Vancouver!!

Instead of number bibs, we had wristbands.  That say “i runcouver” with our name on them and YES, I’m still wearing mine proudly.

Inside of our gear bag was a free coffee drink at a local coffee shop, custom SeaWheeze flipflops from a local shoe company, a 15% off at the race clothing store and some cranberries!  As we were standing in line they handed out fresh lime and watermelon popsicles that had us all in a silent-lick phase.  The branding was beautiful throughout the event, great colors and solid design!

At the race expo store, I dropped more than I care to share on new yoga clothes and running gear, as well as a workout bag!  Outside on the patio of the convention center (facing the ocean and mountains) we were treated to mani/pedis and massages.  After the race, we were given keychain medals hanging on new shoelaces with the quote reading Sweat Once A Day.  After the race and a little relaxation, there was a free concert.  An amazing local band called Hey Ocean opened up with music about what else but, oceans!  After that – I died as we stood front row and listened to 2 hours of one of the best bands of 2012.  FUN!

I don’t know what hurts more, my voice from singing all the songs at the top of my lungs, or my legs from tackling the Vancouver hills.

I love Lululemon.  I loved this weekend.

Cheers to travel, friendship and a healthy lifestyle.

xo

Listening to.  Sipping on.

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inside my own head

I had an early morning float tank session today.  The float tank is a sensory-deprivation chamber at The Wellness Center.  It’s the only one in the Twin Cities.  Some float as a meditation ritual, some float to straighten their tense muscles, others float to get away from it all.  The chamber looks like a space-era pod from an alien movie.  Inside is about 8-inches of 93.1 degree water with 850 pounds of dissolved Epsom salts.  The salt keeps you bobbing on the surface, an awesome feeling in it’s own part.  There is a choice to have music or none, I choose none.  And light or no light, I choose no light.  I was searching for the complete, pitch-black silenced atmosphere of being inside my own head.

Work project after work project, after long run, after stressful day has me running on fumes.  A float tank session is exactly what I needed to get away from it all.  I had my eyes wide open in this completely dark chamber – the feeling was a cross between spinning around in a giant toilet bowl and performing drunken horizontal yoga in an attempt to relax and just be.  Just float.  And think about all the rampant unchained thoughts running around in my head.

A 60 minute session will set you back $50.  Money well spent to have silence, no distractions, and complete peace to sort through your thoughts as you bob like a human life-preserver.

I’d do it again.
xo
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weekly iphone pic drop

How cute is this TurtleMan?  Wicked designs on his belly shell.  If I was in to aquariums and bugs I’d keep him.  But I’m not, so off you go TurtleMan.

Check out this loyalty discount.  $15 off gas – that’s .95 cents a gallon.  Buy groceries, get cents off gas.  It’s easy enough people, don’t make me give you the stink eye when you’re buying that tub of Rocky Road and pkg of beef jerky and the checkout gal says “Do you have a Roundy’s card?”  Get the damn card, swipe it when you buy food, and save money at the pump.  With savings like this, I’ll be loyal for-ev-a.

Sometimes I find neato companies that I never would have fallen upon.  A website called Fab has a weekly newsletter they send out with unique offers.  This one is called Bananappeal.  Delicious, all-natural banana-based desserts that show up on your doorstep in freakin adorable packaging.

Doctors.  Offices.  Freak.  Me.  Out.  I always think they’re going to spontaneously require blood work or a new round of mumps/measles/rubella/PMS shots.  Needles are my biggest fear, right up there with spiders and being attacked by a bad guy.  The sooner I’m in and then out, the better.  I’d rather have my checkups done via Skype… is that an option yet?  They can’t stick me with needles thru my webcam.

Walking places and biking places – I always have my eyes peeled.  Someday I’m going to come across a motherload of cash.  Dirty money.  Money that the owner shouldn’t have had in the first place and you know what I might do?  Book the soonest flight out to BoraBora.  Rent one of those water bungalows and spend a minimum of 10 days soaking up the sun and being adventurous.  Consuming copious amounts of rum runners and belly dancing on the beach under the stars.  For now, I’m stuck finding smushed treasures like these eyeglasses.

Today, I tore my yoga pants.  Right down the crotch.  I know what you’re thinking… I got WAY too much use out of those puppies.  I’m what you would call a yoga-pants-lover.  It’s a common condition found in younger women.  I love yoga pants.  Love them.  I don’t care what color, if I can stretch and run and sleep and work and play in them, I will wear them.  Thank heavens there is a Victoria Secret located directly above my “fun” job.  I picked myself up a new pair, and we’re back in business.

Some people make fun of me for carrying around a planner when I have my iPhone.  But you know what?  I would rather cross out and highlight and white out and scribble on paper than use iCal.  I know, it’s one of the 7 Apple sins.  Sue me.  Where else would I be able to doodle daily inspiration such as this?

Last night I saw FUN in concert.  We are FUN.  They are FUN.  Not only are they Fun, they are freaking unbelievable and one of the better bands I’ve listened to in my lifetime.  Remember when I talked about them here?  The lyrics are great and they make me smile on the inside.  I will jump around in a crowd of hipsters and get super sweaty while screaming my head off listening to them on stage anytime.  One of the top three concerts so far.

This picture is meant to make you smile.  I am SO glad I didn’t take Oliver to get puppy dog braces (I know, right? They have those? Weird.)  His overbite makes his little pink tongue stick out when he sleeps.  Too damn cute.

Here are a few things I think you should check out.  One would be this guy on Kickstarter.  Max.  More specifically, one of his past projects.  I will purchase it when they’re back in stock and blog about them – almost like Apples to Apples but better.

And this man decided at age 70 to start exercising.  It’s never too late people!  Move that hiney!

Time to go drink Hendricks, be merry, and appreciate this life that I’m living.

I suggest you do the same.

xo

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