The Trouble with Blogging (& Also Life)

The trouble with blogging is that sometimes you have everything to write about, and so you put it off. Then, before you know it, you have been on a hiatus for months and you don’t know where to go back. 

It is in moments like these that I must remind myself of the true purpose of this blog. . . to document and share the worth-while endeavors I undertake (rather than keeping shoeboxes full of pictures in my attic), with full knowledge that organization and timeline are not the emphasis. BOOM. Reminder administered. 

Me and My Momma, living the Reminder. . .

Me and My Momma, living the Reminder. . .

Life has been busy and full! Since last writing I’ve thrown a prom, traveled to places I’d never been, tackled strange new projects, and tasted hitherto unknown delicacies (such as chocolate cheese, which: Yes, is a real thing).

Prepare for more consistent, yet still just as random, updates!

 

Je Suis . . . Super Sucrée!!!

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Every year for Halloween, I dress up. I think teachers who don’t dress up without a good reason are kind of a drag, to be honest. But I’m also a big nerd who loves to stay creatively on/near the topic of my content-matter as much as possible. SO, typically, I try to pick a costume that is at least somewhat french-related. This year, though, a staff theme was chosen without le français in mind, and so I had to get creative. Thus was born the idea of:

Super Sucrée!

That’s right. I’m Super Sweet/Sugary. My mission?

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My biggest weapon would probably have to be the Sugar Coma, but mostly I like to think I help keep the peace. . .

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I’m not gonna lie, a few people have said my eyelashes are reminiscent of Effie Trinket, and my dress fringe is a little insecure. . . I leave a candy trail wherever I go, but somehow it’s fitting, don’t you think?

sucreeIn any case, this has been a fun one to wear, if slightly less-French than my usual!

I wish you all a SUPER-SWEET Halloween, friends!

 

Loquaciousness, Verbosity, and Siblings

Recently, somewhat out of the blue but much to my delight, my brother decided to throw down a challenge in my direction. . .

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This was immediately followed up with a full-family-facebook conversation, complete with loving taunts.

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So, when faced with all of this chatter, I decided to attempt to meet my brother’s challenge.

Did I do it? Yes. Yes I did.

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My coworkers think I’m crazy, but I did it.

 

Not So Happy. . .

My nieces and nephews are an endless source of delight. . . and also ridiculously fickle water-works.

Anybody who spends time with kids aged four-and-under probably knows exactly what I mean. As easily as they are delighted, they are enraged and as much as they enjoy life, they also become frustrated by it on a very regular basis! SO, as near-constant paparazzi to four of the coolest kids I know, I have gathered my fair share of upset-kiddo footage alongside the happier moments I usually share. Just to keep things in perspective,I am sharing some of those more . . . dramatic moments.

Keep in mind that no children were actually in pain or hurt during the filming of footage used for the following montage. Their reasons for crying are listed at the end of the video, for those of you who are interested.

Also, I obviously make no claims to the music (Happy, by Pharrell Williams) that accompanies this video – all rights and such remain with the original artist.

I might be a horrible person, but I think I’m hilarious.

Family, Nutella, and Photobombs

When I last visited my brother  Zachary and his wife Natalie in Philadelphia, my older brother, Nathaniel, also made the trip. We went to a small Italian grocery store. We took this picture, although I didn’t know what faces were being made behind me at the time it was taken:

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The next weekend, after I’d returned to Boston and Than was back in D.C., my parents also visited Zach and Nat in Philly and posted this picture:

nutella and Mom

I love my family!

 

 

How I Wound Up Training for The Broad Street Run

I am not a runner. Not naturally, not even a little bit. I used to make myself run sometimes back in high school . . . I think I even ran a few miles once or twice. I hated it. Let’s just say I’ve always been one of those people that was never very likely to live long in the event of a Zombie apocalypse. I’ve also been militantly ANTI-signing-up-for-road-races . . . partially because EVERYBODY seems to do it once they graduate from college. It’s like some misguided masochistic rite of passage. College graduation seems to perpetually be followed by road races and the eventual adoption/purchasing of a dog. And I wanted none of it. I’ve always found other fulfilling pursuits.

HOWEVER, after a LONG period of being sick (like 18 months, give or take a few), I decided that I needed a little extra motivation to get in shape, and I had seen a couple of FUN looking 5k races (you know, the color run, runs involving costumes, silly runs you can do with friends. . . you get the idea), so on New Years I told my sister that I wanted to run a 5k sometime during this new year. 5k = 3.12 miles, and I supposed I should probably be able to run 3.12 miles. I’m not big on new year’s resolutions, but it seemed like a good plan in general, SO I told her she was in charge of making sure  I signed up/ran a 5k with her at some point during 2014. She agreed to make sure I followed through.

Fast-forward a few months

to a moment when I am suddenly added to a text-message strand with an abundance of unread messages. . .

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Can we talk about this? I get added to this devious message strand by my super-scheming-yet-seemingly-oblivious siblings, the punks! I saw it, laughed really hard because I figured that I’d be in “the know” and ahead of their game . . . I would never give in to running a race longer than a 5k! Laughing at the lack of guile in my wonderful family, I posted the above picture on my facebook page, letting them know I was aware of their machinations. It was then that I learned the terrifying truth.

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That’s right. My sister, who I love and trust, signed me up for a ten mile road race. Not only that, but our team name is STAR WARS, in tribute the the fact that the Broad Street Run will be taking place on May the Fourth (as in: “May the fourth be with you”). Reality began to set in as the messages continued. . .

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I finally weighed in on the conversation, my own dubious opinions evident (at least, I thought so).

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Fast-forward a few more weeks . . .

My initial feelings of fear and dread have now passed (mostly), and I have since decided to throw myself into the planning/preparation with dedication. I am currently in Week 4 of the following training plan, and have only missed one two-mile run so far (everybody gets sick sometimes, right?).

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With a few weeks of perspective under my belt, I have to admit something. I am kind of proud of myself. I mean, don’t get me wrong, running in New England in the Winter is not exactly making it to my top 10 favorite activities in life. In fact, running in general will probably never make the favorite activities list, no matter what season we’re talking about . . . but it is kind of fulfilling and empowering to see myself get better at this miserable process as I go. I can (begrudgingly) admit that I am glad I am doing this (despite the fact that it makes me HUGELY nervous that I still have yet to run even half of what I will need to run come May)!

SO, with that small bit of perspective firmly in mind, I’ll keep training. Any tips from more veteran runners are hugely welcome, and once May 4th has come and gone, I’ll let you all know how the race goes down!

Sick of the Frozen Hype? GIVE UP!

Okay, if you are tired of people endlessly talking about how much they love Frozen and posting videos and comments about it . . . well, I’m sorry. You should probably not read on.  Because the longer we obsessed creative fans have ahold on something, the more incredible the results, and the more inspired I feel to share them. I’ve already posted how my sister and I got her little child who can’t even talk to imitate Oaken’s Yoo-Hoo, and I’ve already shared my adorable neice’s rendition of “Let it Go”, not to mention the one by the Cincinnati weather guy. TODAY, I’m sharing another. This is a video of what happens to the song Let it Go when the lyrics are put through google translate language filters a multitude of times before translating back into English and sung to the original score. It is HILARIOUS. Major kudos to Malinda Reese for making and recording this: