Friday, October 02, 2015

October 2nd

I just realized that there is zero chance that I'm going to blog on the weekends, so. Whatevs.

Most of these "blog challenges" include a selfie in there somewhere. I intend to post many. Today I decided to take a selfie with my phone propped up on my keyboard but it just ended up looking pretentious. Bleah. So you've also got my standard, kinda smiling at phone, chin propped up on hand selfie.

The black and white blouse I'm wearing under the sweater was a cool $5.08 on clearance from Target. I bought 3 boxes of protein bars which were part of a promotion where you bought 3 boxes and you got a $5 gift card. So basically this top costs eight cents. Plus tax.

Weekend plans include being washed away by Joaquin, raiding the REI garage sale, and consuming copious amounts of beer at Charlotte's Oktoberfest.

Enjoy, and see you on Monday.

Thursday, October 01, 2015

October 1st

31 day blog challenge or something.

You know I actually write in a blog every day, but it's not this blog. I think only two people have access to the link. Anyway, I don't really like a lot of the blog challenges I see, I just want to force myself to write more often.

Most of the blog challenges start with an "intro" so here we go.

Fun Facts!

1) I have never in my life completed a blog challenge and I don't intend to start now. So, you know... prepare yourself for disappointment come day twelve

2) I can't believe I'm saying this but I actually enjoy outdoor activities more than video games these days. Give me an all day hike instead of an all day Fallout binge any day. I do particularly like that running only takes an hour or so, though.

Trail Selfie from the Snowball Trail, near Craggy Gardens

James Boyce Park in Charlotte, good for trail runs

3) My favorite breakfast is from a gourmet grocers in Charlotte called Earl's Grocery. I like their White Lily biscuit. My preferred variation is the ham, brie, and apricot jam. I get it every single time I go there for brunch. For later in the day their pozole is on point. Trust me. I sing the praises of Earl's whenever I get a chance.
Okay they didn't have the ham/brie/jam biscuit this day, but it was still pretty good

4) My favorite pick me up treat of all time is dark chocolate and good black coffee. Earl's Grocery is also quite good at fulfilling this need, as is 7th Street Market (chocolate from Zia Pia and coffee from Not Just Coffee

5)  I like craft beer. A lot. This is just a small example

Burial's Skillet Donut Stout out of Asheville (snagged from Good Bottle)
Rainy day flight at Bayne Brewing Company in Cornelius
Post bike pint's at Free Range Brewing in Charlotte on their opening weekend
A punny flight at Southern Appalachian Brewing in Hendersonville
A taste from the back at Devil's Purse Brewing Company on Cape Cod
Sampler at The Courtyard Brewery in New Orleans
Flight being poured at SoMe Brewing Company in Maine
Enjoying the live music from Pluto for Planet and the coconut ale at Sycamore Brewing in Charlotte
Pit stop at Night Shit Brewing near Boston before a flight back to CLT

Monday, January 12, 2015

1. Are you over Mufasa’s death yet? Because I am not.

Lion King never gave me the ugly cries, so I'm over Mufasa's death. Does that make ma bad person? Maybe. Does that make me a bad millenial? Definitely.

Monday, January 05, 2015

1/5 - Running with friends

Every day, I'm going to try and write about once nice thing that happened the day before.


I went for a run yesterday at Lenny Boy Brewing. They've got a brand new run club: noon on Sunday's. I can do that. Unfortunately, I lost track of time and got there late. I messaged a friend that I was going to be 15 minutes late. I fully expected to run the 3 miles solo -- which I don't enjoy. After about half a mile, I see someone else on the Light Rail path headed towards me. The figure begins to look familiar. It's a runner friend of mine who is far too fast for me to run with. I was surprised to see him.

"You missed the turn," I called out. It was his first time at the LB run and I assumed he'd forgotten to turn down Tremont.

"I was looking for you."

He slowed as I approached, turned and began running with me. We ran down to the Bland Street Station, turned, and returned to the brewery. As we turned onto Hawkins, he encouraged me to run faster, yelling out suggestions and cheering me on. We reached the brewery and I was so out of breath I felt like I was drowning. I caught my breath as we made our way inside. He said that our pace had been around 10min/mile for the bulk of the run, but that last push was around seven.

"Thanks for running with me." We'd never run together before, as his 5k pace is around a six minute mile.

"I didn't want you to have to run alone."

Having friends is kind of a novel thing for me. It's kind of wonderful.

Monday, June 09, 2014

It's still awful -- but slightly less awful

I've wanted to be a runner for over a decade. I remember going for jogs in Cleveland Park when I lived in Greenville. I could probably run for 30 seconds at a time. Then walk for 2 minutes, then run for 30 seconds. I never improved because I never kept up with it.

Every year or so I make another attempt. I run for about a week or two, and then I drop it like a bad habit. I've been running in the same pair of gray and pink Adidas that were a Christmas gift to 15 year old Stargirl.

So, it was time for my annual running attempt. Turns out I have several friends who run. Some run casually. Some run regularly. A couple of the local breweries have running clubs so I decided to join a couple weeks ago.

I hung back with my casual running friends. We argued whether we would do the 1 or 3 mile loops. I was going to attempt the 3 mile loop and talked them into it. I'm short and have a snail's pace. Most of them could walk as fast as I could jog, so I told them to leave me behind. Every once in a while one of them would turn around and wave, but soon the turns in the path meant we were no longer in each others' line of sight. But I wasn't alone and I wasn't last, so I kept running.

About 45 minutes later I was done. It sucked pretty hard, but the day ended with beer and tacos, so we'll call it a win. I realized that I enjoyed running with others. I realized that I preferred running without music.

So, I did it again the next week (no friends this time, but this brewery run attracts around 200 people so I was far from alone). I've replaced my 14 y/o trainers, and it's sucking less and less every day.

I'm posting this for posterity. Maybe this time I'll feel too guilty to quit. Because on my list of "Things to do before I'm 30" is "Start running regularly-- and keep it up!"

Monday, February 24, 2014

Day 5

Last week was a very weird week. Very stressful and busy. I didn't keep track of any of my mornings last week so we'll just skip that

 "Black ops... black ops... dropping presents from the helicopter..." The song gets louder and louder. After 60 seconds it's playing at full volume. I blink my eyes and reach for my phone. It's been plugged in and under the pillow all night. SleepBot has kept the screen dark, but technically on. My finger practically sizzles as I swipe the glass to indicate to indicate I am awake. I squint at the screen. 7:00am on the dot. It's rather bright in my room. I realize that I left the blinds open last night and my apartment is flooded with natural light. It's kinda nice.

 I forgot to set up the coffee last night. No, that's a lie. I thought about it at 10:30 but I was already under the covers and reading. I couldn't be bothered to set up the coffee last night.

I lie in bed for another 15 minutes swiping at my phone, checking Facebook and Reddit. Eventually I stretch, pull on the long sleeve shirt that lays at the foot of my bed and sit up.

I plod into the bathroom. Strip, shower, etc. After my shower I'm feeling much more awake. I chat with a early rising friend on Facebook for a few minutes while I lotion, paint, brush, clothe.

It's only 8 o'clock! I make my way downstairs. I get the coffee maker going while I pack breakfast and lunch. I make myself a "detox" drink in a water bottle and toss that into my messenger bag. I'll chug it on the way to work. I don't know that it actually does anything, but the spices in it certainly feel like a boost.

I tidy my kitchen - do the dishes, clean the sink, wipe down all surfaces. It's 8:35 am now. I put on my shoes and jacket, poke through another one of my bags to find some papers I have to bring to work. I'm out the door by 8:40 am.

It was a good morning.

Wednesday, February 19, 2014


I've come to work to be greeted with a bag of Thin Mints, Samoas, Savannah Smiles, Thank U Berry Munches, and Trefoils. And now I have to sit here with these cookies next to me ALL DAY.

I made the mistake of going onto the bakery websites. The troop I'm buying from uses Little Brownie Bakers. The other bakery has Chocolate Chip Shortbread, Lemonades, and Cranberry Citrus Crisps.

My god. If I run into girls selling the other cookies I'm going to be in trouble. I really want to try the chocolate chip shortbread and cranberry crisps. Why can't I buy, like, half a box? Or just two or three cookies? Auughhhh.

I have been known in the past to eat an entire box of cookies in one sitting. That is probably why I was super fat in college!
Entire box of:
Thin Mints - 32 cookies, 1280 calories, 80g sugar
Samoas - 14 cookies, 980 calories, 70g sugar
Savannah Smiles - 25 cookies, 700 calories, 50g sugar
Thank U Berry Munch - 14 cookies, 840 calories, 49g sugar
Trefoils - 40 cookies, 1280 calories, 56g sugar
By comparison:
Oreos - 42 cookies, 2240 calories, 196g sugar
Chips Ahoy - 33 cookies, 1760 calories, 110g sugar
Walker's Pure Shortbread - 10 cookies, 650 calories, 25g sugar

Wednesday, February 12, 2014

Day 4 - the first Monday

A soft melodic tone trickles into my ear. I reach out a hand and, eyes closed, swipe it silent. My hand curls around the phone. My foot twitches. I'm a bit warm.

I pull the phone towards my face. My eyelids flutter, blink, squint. 7:00am. The text in the phone is insistent - "Wake up, mutha fucka!!!!"

I blink, I sigh ... I doze.

A harsh electronic beat pours into my ears. I reach out a hand and, eyes closed, swipe it silent. My hand curls around my phone. I bury my nose into my pillow.

"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK" exclaims the silenced alarm. It is now 7:30am. A tentative sniff reveals my saving grace. There is premade coffee. Thank you, past me.

I pull on a pair of socks. I grip the railing as I teeter down my spiral staircase, brain half-asleep, eyes half-closed.

A few moments later, I'm slightly more awake, sipping my coffee with too much cream and staring in my mirror with displeasure.

"Christ. You're a hot mess." Another sip of coffee. Another glance into the mirror before walking into the bathroom.

I cast a defiant glance at the scale and step into the tub. Hair, body, face, lather, scrub, shave, rinse. Soak. Sigh.

I am loathe to leave the hot water, but lingering now will only make me late. I dry off. I return to the mirror and counter. Lotions and creams are applied. Hair is tamed.

7:52am. I could use some music.

In the bedroom, I tap my laptop to life. Without thinking I hit [Win]+[3]. Chrome launches, trading along are Facebook and Reddit. I begin mindlessly scrolling, chatting, clicking.

I glance at the system tray. 8:27am. Fuck what is wrong with me.

A flurry of paint and powder, camisoles and cardigans. Fifteen minutes later I'm scurrying back down the stairs with my now cold coffee.

Microwave appears dead. Damn. I pour the cold coffee into a travel mug, top it off with what remains in the carafe and another shake of lite creamer.

Shoes laced, jacket zipped, I grab my bag and keys and hustle out the door at 8:46am.

I know I can do better.

Tuesday, February 11, 2014

Fortune smiles on you

It's snowing pretty heavy here. (Heavy for Carolina snow...) Sticking, too. I haven't got a cancellation email from my college yet, but it's not like I've left the bed for more than a few moments anyway...

As I sit here in my bed with my laptop and coffee, I can't help but think how very lucky I am. I have a job I love (and I actually use the skills I was taught in undergrad). I work from home one day each week. If I cannot go into work for any reason (inclement weather, illness, travel) I am still paid.

It wasn't always like this. I had my fair share of wage-slave jobs. Even now I sacrifice a certain amount on income for the flexibility that my job provides, but stress and hours of many higher paying job cannot make up for sitting in my bed with my laptop and coffee, working from home and watching the snow.

Friday, February 07, 2014

Last three months

I've been journalling (like physical pen and paper journalling) a lot lately, which is why I haven't posted here much. I have things I need to spill that I don't want to put on the internet, that's why.

What's been going on lately?


  • K-Swiss and I split mid-November
  • Thanksgiving with the family
  • Spending more time with my bro. Haven't spent enough time with him. Would like to.
  • Took a solo trip to Asheville
  • Made some friends in Asheville. Friends who are bugging me to return (and I'd like to!)
  • Begin going out to events to make some more friends in town


  • Lived with some college friends for a week or so
  • Found an apartment (it's a loft with a spiral staircase)
  • Moved into apartment
  • Accidentally lost weight -- how did this happen?
  • Home for family X-mas party. Spent more time with my siblings. Made some new friends.
  • Got sent home with three dozen siopao
  • Had a fantastic birthday including presents and sushi
  • Decided to learn to cook. Ask for nice skillet for Christmas.
  • Realized that I'd stopped eating carbs and snacks and had started eating mostly protein and veggies -- K-Swiss and I would have pizza once a week and we always had Hot Pockets and chips in the house. Bought bread to make sandwiches. 
  • Christmas at home with the family. Wonderful! Shopping, ice skating, Thai food. New skillet
  • Went out dancing with old friends. Made some new friends. 
  • Fraukuech had a baby
  • Begin watching The West Wing. Realize that Rob Lowe is a main character. Fall for Sam Seaborn.
  • Decided to start cooking one new dish each week. Use skillet a lot
  • Spend a lot of money at Asian market. Learn to make Thai Curry, black bean burgers, a chicken/broccoli casserole, and sweet potato fritters.
  • Continued to go out dancing. Made new friends. I now have a couple of friends who I can text to go out for dinner/drinks/dancing/all of the above
  • Get a little over excited about having new friends. Go out 8 nights in a row. Want to cry. Learn my lesson.
  • See stage version of Hedwig and the Angry Inch. It was amazing. I was over the moon.
  • Finish getting all of my stuff out of the old apartment. Exchange keys. Bittersweet. But we're amiable.
  • Snow day! Use my free time wisely by binge watching House of Cards.