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11 Questions

I was tagged by sweet Emily to play 11 Questions, and I thought that it would be the perfect snow vacation day activity.

Let’s get into it!

1. Favorite body part to work out and exercise of choice?

Legs.  Running.  We all saw this coming.

2. Job you wish everyone had to do for an entire day in hopes they would gain some perspective?

Work at a food shelf or a Food Support office (where you go to apply for SNAP benefits).

3. Favorite Holiday and traditions that go with it – please!  Elaborate!

I don’t know what my favorite holiday is, but since joining up with the Jews, Passover has inconveniently fallen on Easter, every single year.  While my parents are saints for putting out a kosher Easter feast for Marcus and I, it would really be nice to be able to tear into my basket that morning or eat the Bunny cake my aunt is so fond of actioning.  Green coconut just isn’t the same at any other time of year.

4. What topic are you really passionate about writing?

Writing about running is fun, because it’s hilarious to track my progress/development as a runner.  I love the Friday Food Round-Up, because it really is cool to be able to go back and see what you made.  But what I’m really passionate about?  Politics.  I try to stay away from it on The Blog unless we really need to have A Discussion, but when I do write on the topic, it all comes from the heart.

5. You wake up in the morning and get a mulligan.  What do you use it on?

My commute.

6. Which teacher motivated you the most or least?

We’ll go least-motivating, because I’m more likely to tell the motivating stories on the blog.  So, who was The Chief Offender?  Probably my 7th grade math teacher, Mr. Walz.  He had awful BO, an alarming amount of body hair and was terrible at explaining math concepts.  He took me from A math student to struggling C math student in the course of a year.  That’s just criminal.

7. What lesson learned caught you off guard when you learned it?

Honestly?  This is going to sound so stupid, but there are two of them and they were relatively recent revelations.  (1) I’m paralyzed if I’m not working off of a clean desk.  It makes me SO anxious. (2) The work I perform on a daily basis is not brain surgery and therefore does not warrant that amount of stress.

8. Finish this sentence: The world would be a better place if everyone…

I’m going to re-write this sentence to say, The world would be a better place if Nancy Grace had never descended upon us as an Old Testament-style plight.

9. Grammatical error that drives you batty?

The improper use of its/it’s.  Period.  There’s no excuse for struggling with it.  If I see you blog it/tweet it/e-mail me it, I label you as an idiot.  And if you’re a frequent offender, you will never shake it.  Hell, I label myself as an idiot when I misuse it!  Fair is fair, right?

10. Did you take a foreign language in high school/college?  If so, what?

French.  7th – 11th grade and for three semesters in college.  Retrospectively, I probably should have minored in it because language proficiency is a useful skill to have.  C’est la vie.  Hindsight is always 20/20.

11. What is something you think people misjudge you for?

I’m underestimated.

Your turn.  Answer ONE of the questions above in the comments!


11 Things

I got tagged by two of my favorite runners, Kate and Amanda  for 11 Things.  Yes, I realize that we Workshopped yesterday.  But The Universe had other plans for us.

SO.  In order to participate, you’re meant to share 11 things about yourself, and then answer the 11 questions that the blogger wants to know about YOU!

Since I’m answering 22 separate questions, I think we’re going to forego the whole 11 Things About Myself and just cut to the chase and answer the questions.  33 things seems a little bit excessive, no?

And just in-case 22 facts isn’t personal enough, a post-run snap of me (I brush my hair out when it’s sweaty so that it stays straight!) that showcases my little vanity-area in the bathroom.

This is where I live my 6 AM.  How revealing, right?

Now we begin.

  1. What is your favorite book?  Oh God, that’s like the most terrible question to ask someone who reads everything, constantly.  I’d have to go with The Red Tent.
  2. If you could meet one historical figure, who would it be?  Elizabeth I
  3. What is (or was) your favorite subject in school? Band.  With History being a close second.
  4. Have you ever thought about what you want your future kids’ names to be if you have children?  One of them appeared to me in a dream when I started dating Marcus and I still remember it.  I rarely dream and I told myself that if it stuck with me, then it could be in the running.  So one name is (maybe) chosen.
  5. If you could live in one city for the rest of your life, what city would you pick?  Minneapolis.  That’s why we’re still here.
  6. If you had the ability and time to learn one language, what would it be?  Latin.
  7. Are you an introvert or an extrovert? Yes.
  8. What’s your favorite genre of music and why?  Dance/Pop.  It’s good for dancing to, it’s good for singing to and it’s great for running to.
  9. Would you rather be able to fly or freeze time?  Fly.  There’s a reason that the Time Turner was like a heavily regulated substance in Harry Potter.
  10. What’s something weird about you that no one would ever know just by looking at you?  That I can do a mean Dolphin Vocalization-impression.
  11. What’s your favorite season?  Even though I despise winter, I really do love all of them.  That’s the point of living in a state that actually expresses all four seasons.
  12. What was the first concert you ever went to?  N’SYNC
  13. If you were on Death Row, what would you choose for your last meal?  Crusty bread and good wine.
  14. What was the your favorite Halloween Costume of all-time?  Probably the Dorothy costume that my grandmother stitched by-hand for me in like…4th grade.  It is absolutely the most elaborate costume I have ever worn.
  15. Which actress would you like to star as you if you had a movie made about your life?  Whitney Cummings.  I already feel like her show moonlights as my biopic.
  16. If you could open any type of business, what would it be?  A food shelf.
  17. You have a free plane ticket to go anywhere in the world, but you can only stay there for 24 hours.  Where are you going?  The Wadi Hitan desert in Egypt to see the whale fossils.
  18. What is your favorite TV series, past or present?  The first season of The O.C. was pretty spectacular.  Hell, the second wasn’t too shabby either.
  19. When did you first feel like a runner? When my more athletic cousins started asking me questions about the races I was training for.  I felt like I really made it when I crossed the finish line of the Monster Dash Half a month after the Twin Cities Marathon with a sub-2:00 PR.  I think of that as Coronation Day.
  20. What is the last thing that you splurged on?  Lilly Pulitzer clobber.  Resort wear is Our Anthem.
  21. Night owl or early bird?  Early bird.  It’s not even a competition.
  22. What is one thing that you wished you would have learned to do?  Play the piano.  I like to think that it’s something I’ll learn once we have kids that are also playing the piano.

And now…The questions I would like to have answered…

  1. Are you a shoe person or a purse person?
  2. What’s your favorite scent?
  3. Cloth napkins or paper towels?
  4. Your house is burning down.  What three non-living things do you grab and why?
  5. Would you ever admit to having road rage?
  6. Have you ever purchased something off of Etsy?  If so, what?  And was it fabulous?  Or was it a Regretsy?
  7. If you could take one news station off of the air, what would it be?
  8. How would you rate yourself on a scale of one to crafty?  We assume that rickrack is somewhere in the middle.
  9. What’s your standard drink order at a restaurant?
  10. Share your definition of the perfect home-cooked meal.  Bonus points if you share recipes too.
  11. Plaid: Do you wear it ironically, because it’s comfortable or never?

Last but not least, the 11 people I am tagging!


Twelve in Twelve

Lauren Chelcie

Sunny Side Up

I Read It In A Book Somewhere

Comfortably Domestic

These Are a Few of my Favorite Things

Climbing Grier Mountain


The Skinny Chronicles

In Need of a Compass

And finally, the most important question of all: Chocolate, Vanilla or Twist?

Little Fingers, Little Toes

No, we’re not expecting.

For the record, we have no plans to expect ANYTHING (including pets) for the next five years.

But today was the first friend-baby shower I attended.

Bridal Showers?  Easy.  You’re celebrating a girlfriend who has sacrificed all semblance reason to love and can only do so with a matching-set of coffee mugs by her side.

Baby Showers?  Overwhelming.  Because obviously whatever baby eats in, sleeps in and plays in will shape their world view.  For eternity.

Your child isn’t Gifted?  Obviously, you didn’t place pink parallelograms inscribed with Nordic phrases around the interior perimeter of their crib.  BUSTED!

I don’t know about you all, but that’s some weighty stuff right there.

Since they don’t know if little Baby J is a boy or a girl, we rocked gender-neutral themes like professionals.

What I discovered while roaming the Target aisles: There are really great options for boys (predators, galore!), terrible options for girls (some extremely poorly done butterflies in nauseating shades of pink/purple) and if you’re looking for something that’s “gender neutral” (NOTE: it may initially appear to be more “masculine”), you just have to bite the bullet and make it so.

Ducklings all the way!

It probably helped that Target just switched out all of their stuff for Easter.

It also probably helped that Target made baby socks one of their end caps.  Babies are terribly ferocious at losing That One Sock at the most inopportune moments.  For all of their best efforts at de-socking, it’s probably surprising that we don’t see more baby socks strewn about as we go on with our day-to-day living.

After snatching five pairs, instead of having clarity and a sense of inner well-being, I had questions.

  1. Why aren’t baby socks sold in a multi-pack like adult socks?
  2. What’s the point of incorporating a slipper-sock component on the sole of a foot that cannot and will not walk?
  3. When does one make the decision to put a sock on baby versus a shoe?
  4. Does the socks with sandals rule still apply when your M.O. is attempting to stick your entire fist inside your mouth all day long?


Have you ever been to a baby shower before?

What’s the best nursery theme you’ve ever seen?

I SO wish I could remember what blog I saw this on, but one mommy-to-be was having a little boy and they arranged a Pirate-themed nursery for him.  It was freaking adorable.

Wrong Mileage at the Wrong Time

Warning: What I’m wanting to discuss here doesn’t even come close to being a real life problem.  It’s more of an extremely luxurious dilemma that I happen to need a sounding board for 😉

So, maybe a couple of weeks ago (I have no concept of time when it comes to blogs…honestly), Lauren was debating her race schedule for the season and the fact that there were two half-marathons she wanted to do in May.  And I was all like, You go, girlfriend!  If you can dream it, you can be it!  The world is yours!

Fast-forward to now.

After looking at a couple of marathon training plans (which yes, I realize goes completely against my un-planned racing-belief system), I realized that basically all of my original racing plans for the spring/summer had to be chucked.

It was a case of the wrong mileage at the wrong time.

Which for someone who is Type-A, basically ends up feeling like A Life In Crisis.

So in order to get my racing fix, I started looking at races that were earlier in the spring.

Note: When I use the term “race,”, I use it extremely loosely.  Racing in my world means that I run continuously for an extended period of time surrounded by strangers with a bib pinned to my clothes and more often than not, a chip fastened on my shoe.  As an added layer, I usually have some sort of extremely generalized goal time in mind that isn’t entirely based on empirical evidence, first-hand knowledge or facts.

Initially, I thought that my options were  a little bit insane, but then I realized that if I’m running ~36+ miles/week, there’s really nothing to fear except for Fear itself.

So my choices: The Lake Minnetonka Half Marathon on May 1st (the route should be gorgeous), OR the Minneapolis Half Marathon on June 5th.

Or both.

Did I mention that the June 5th race is a week before the wedding?

Because there’s that too.

But I figure with my honeymoon plans (which absolutely do not include running, for reasons you’ll understand in a week or two when I tell y’all where we’re headed to), when I get home I’ll need to jump into marathon training headfirst.

So doing one, OR both of these races could give me a perfect base to work off of once I get home.

Or I could just end up totally crippled.

Kittens, which race do I pick?  Or do I go big and do both?

Non-runners, all of my running clothes are pink (unintentionally and un-ironically) and I’m in dire need of a new top…what color should I go for?

A true conundrum.

It’s rare that I lose the will to type.  But last night, that was pretty much the case.  Thank God pictures are worth the thousand words I didn’t take the time to tap out.

Our Reward: An Excedrin Hangover.  I spent part of the morning trying to figure out where that fit in relative to the more popular Sudafed and Nyquil hangovers.  My results are as of yet, inconclusive.

But now, a true conundrum.

We all know that as a part of my Drugstore Diva-hood, I don’t even embrace what could be described as a modicum of skincare.  Yes, I know that’s probably why I look pre-maturely 27, and why I should be rue-ing the day that I turn 30.

But that’s neither here nor there.

Yesterday, a co-worker and I had to take a moment in the ladies’ room to mourn the state of our skin.  In the 23 years I’ve spent on this earth, I have never experienced a winter as dry as this one.

To that end, despite my total domination of the Jergens bottle and my Ponds Night Cream (which usually yield totally appropriate results), I am still not winning the war.  And neither is she.

Please send help.  And an under-eye skin graft.

Separately, Jess @ A Taste of Confidence gave me the Stylish Blogger Award.  Thank you, lady!  It’s my first ever go-round with one of these – I’m so excited 🙂

As with any game worth playing, we have to play by the rules.  Since we already know that I’m Type A to the point of sorting presents, I think I’ve got the situation under control.  They are as follows…

  1. Thank the person who gave you the award.
  2. Share seven facts about yourself.
  3. Give the award to seven bloggers that you just love.
  4. Comment on their blogs and tell them that they won!

So, without further adieu, some things that y’all still don’t know about me…

  1. I despise the squeak that cotton balls make when you rub them together.
  2. The only television set that Marcus and I have on the main floor of our house is in the bedroom.  When we cook together, we actually listen to oldies music on the radio.  How old-school is that?
  3. I’ve never worn my UGGs without socks on.  I know they’re allegedly warmer that way, but quite honestly, I find the situation to be totally uncomfortable.
  4. I’m scared to death of getting a professional pedicure because if some killer bacterial infection doesn’t get me, I’m afraid that they’ll take off my running callouses.  They’re not hot, but I really need them.
  5. The only reason I stopped biting my fingernails in eighth grade is because I got braces and it became physically impossible.  Retrospectively, I probably didn’t need braces.  But I got a nice pair of mitts out of the deal.  Most expensive way to break a habit.  Ever.
  6. When I was little and still in ballet, I used to do grand jetes in the freezer aisle of the grocery store.  Sometimes I still do grand jetes in the freezer aisle of the grocery store.
  7. Everything in my closet is organized by first by style (cut, length, type of garment, etc.) and then color in Roy G. Biv fashion.  And yes, I still use Roy G. Biv to determine what’s what.

Kittens, I have a crazy-case of Sadie Hawkins syndrome (that really could have been a fact of its own) so, you’re all tagged!  Feel free to bring the award to your blog, or spill your facts in the comments.

What sort of moisturizer do you swear by?

On our way to The City!

We will be enjoying LOTS of this.

Photo from Concierge.

Obviously I’m on my way to the airport right now (!), and thanks to some end-of-the-day inspiration on Wednesday, I’ll have some cute ‘fits to sport while in The Big City.

I also have a nice looking-set of mitts thanks to a DIY manicure sesh last night.

Since I like to take “technology” breaks when I’m on vacation, I made sure to line some fun stuff up for y’all to pick over for the next few days.  I know I’ll be on Twitter, but beyond that, I make no promises.  We have to live life as it happens.

And, to put you in an Empire State of Mind, Slate answers the hard questions for us…Check out Where To Buy Gold Lame Leggings If American Apparel Goes Out Of Business.

Friends, we are saved.

It’s touching, really.

Y’all know what really warms my heart?

No, it’s not that everyone’s bracket has been busted by the craziest NCAA tournament Billy can remember.

It’s that “wifey vs wife” is one of the top search terms that directs people to Tenaciously Yours,


In case you’re wondering about when I tackled that issue, (I had to Google it too because I sure as hell didn’t remember addressing it) check out Wife vs. Wifey.

In case you’re all wondering, Marcus did survive-his-way back from Las Vegas, miraculously in one piece.  His franken-flowers also survived the weekend.

Like, they must be preserved the same way that McDonald’s food is because I’ve had them since Tuesday and they’ve looked exactly the same the entire time. 

Not that I’m complaining or anything.  But I seriously have never come across flowers like that before.

And because tonight is a night of treasures, I have just one more jewel for you 🙂  On Friday night, Katie* was so kind as to sit with me while I did my civic duty and completed my census form and no, I don’t think they’re using it to round us up or enslave us.  Get a grip.  But one thing about the form really leapt out at me.  There were only 12 spaces.  So before I leave you all tonight, I answer a question with another question.  How does the Duggar family complete the census?