True or False: Vintage Edition

Hey all and THANK GOODNESS IT’S FRIDAY!!

Today’s a fantastic day in the making as I’m relaxing in my family home in Pennsylvania getting reading to head to a hair appointment at my favorite salon that I’ve been going to for the past 7 years. Oh, and, no big deal, then we’re just taking off to NYC for bright lights, big city, and some familial love.  You know, much like the images of my cousin’s wedding from the spring.

I love coming home, cuddling in the bed I grew up in, and seeing my family.  One of my favorite parts of coming home is perusing through my belongings that I’ve hoarded kept around for a while.  I figured I’d share some with you in a little game of true or false.

True or False: I am afraid terrified of snakes.

What? You don't have a giant tropical mural in your home? Bummer.

FALSE! 

I think snakes are amazing, powerful, striking creatures. So much, in fact, that when I was younger and just moving into our house in Pennsylvania (I’m from Wilmington, DE originally), I made sure to request they were included in my rainforest mural. An art teacher from back when I was an itty bitty elementary school-er did it, and it features a black panther (see if you can spot it, bottom left), a monkey, a parrot, and (of course) a snake! Unpictured: a tiny tree frog.

As much as my friends used to say it must be scary to have that panther and snake giving me the eye every night, it’s my favorite part of my bedroom.

True or False: I was a nerd growing up.

Wall of Fame

Totally true. I was a Mathlete, I won english awards, art awards, foreign language awards. Basically, a book worm to the core (some things never change) and a TOTAL teacher’s pet. The middle image is a piece of artwork my mother got done for all the kids in my family. A very talented fellow would make these incredibly detailed pictures from one single piece of paper without use of glue or  exacto knives. Only scissors. It was awesome. My brother’s images showed them kicking a soccer ball or playing catch. Mine shows me sitting at a desk, reading.  Clearly, books defined me.

True or False: I collected Furbies.

My harem

False. Then again, American Girl Dolls was a different story. I even have the one designed to look like me (I’ll give you a hint, it’s not Josefina.)

Hey there, Kit, do us a solid and quit flashing your bloomers! This isn’t that kind of blog.

True or False: I am an animal lover.

Pickles Price

Old Man Happithan

Let's not forget Joey, the turtle.

True, True, TRUE!

I love my boys. Can’t wait to have a pup of my own one day.

True or False: I sleep with a body pillow every night.

He's not just anybody.

True… and false.

Well, in NC, I sleep with a plain old boring body pillow. However, when I’m home, the man in my bed is this green guy (well, on the other side, he’s purple, but you get the idea.) It’s a person shaped pillow called an Anybuddy.

I tried to look them up, and I guess they weren’t a big thing, I’ve never seen anyone else with one. But he’s cozy, he’s fleecy.  He’s basically a dream man.  Well, he was my dream man before Ry-guy came into my life.  I still make time for Anybuddy when I’m home, though.  You never forget your first love…

Ok, well the old man dog just pranced trudged into my room, looking for some love, so I’m off to coddle him.

Any good memories in your family home? Or have your folks turned it into a candle-making studio, a la Serenity by Jan.

bonus points if you know, at all, what I’m referencing. The hint’s in the link…

Ain’t No Wedding Like a Family Wedding

This is a huge weekend for my family. My cousin, Whitney, is getting married this weekend in the big NYC and the whole gang’s going to be together. With my mother being one of 8 children, and their children being quite numerous, and me being one of 5 children the hits keep coming.  Not too much time for a post today, as I’ll be bustling about at work before flying home immediately after work (oh, and getting a pedicure during lunchtime) there’s not too much time for blogging.

That being said, I’d love to share some pictures from the LAST major family wedding I went to (and had a BLAST and a half at).

Looking snazzy with the beau.

Hopping aboard the jitney

Freezing up in the penthouse suite.

A Coca Cola and a blushing bride, what more can a man ask for?

Driftwood, beautiful

My cousin (the one who's getting married on Saturday) practicing her bouquet toss!!

My brother illustrating the inevitable hangover the following morning.

Here’s to one hell of a wedding weekend coming up.

 

Halloween Brainstorming

Happy No-Pants Wednesday, folks!

Thanks so much for your feedback on Group Fitness Etiquette, loved hearing your rules and habits!

However, I’m being a bit blasphemous today.  It’s just too cold.

No shame in that game.

Some pants are okay on No Pants Wednesday. If they’re comfy, cozy, and bought from Considering this chilly weather (I know, I’m being a bit of a pansy, but the mornings are freezing for this summer girl!), I wanted something hot hot hot for lunch.

Steamy... just how I like it.

Grilled buffalo chicken sammy!! Sharp provolone cheese on a sandwich thin with Frank’s drenched chicken. Perfectly paired with some steamed veggies. Just what my belly needed.

In other news, quite possibly my favorite holiday is right around the corner.

HALLOWEEN!!

Honestly, any real reason to dress up in a costume, and I’m 110% down.

Pirate-ina!

I have an entire GIANT bag of costumes that takes up more room in my closet than anything else.

Psychadelic fairy!

Wings, glitter, feather boas, cat ears…. the list goes on.

Wooooootini!

Last year, for a theme party, I was even a (sexy) Ewok.  I am probably not going to post EVERY picture of a costume I’ve been recently (there was that year I was a “superman’d ho” – my personal step back for all feminist progress, but hilarious in my eyes).

Jersey Girl: We Pump Fists, Not Gas

My senior year, I embodied my all-time favorite film, Dazed and Confused, trying to match the badassery of the Senior Girls.

AIR RAID!

And the ever popular Toga Party.

Just call me Artemis.

Or that time I dressed up as a Zebra for the Lady Gaga concert.

Little Monster

Last year, I was Patty O’Green from Rainbow Brite, my first time wearing a fancy store-bought costume (since I was a little girl, at least).

Luck of the Irish

This year, though, I’m trying to figure out what to be. I don’t even know what my plans are (other than UNC’s homecoming weekend with ClaireB) but I’d love to make a funky costume.

Here’s what I’ve thought of so far:

1. Hop Cone

This is an ingredient in beer. It is NOT a pot plant.

2. Redfoo from the Sexy and I Know It video

Animal print pants rocking outta control.

3. Bubbly

Pop champagne wooooahhhh

(I know this is a rerun from New Belgium’s Tour de Fat Durham visit…. But reuse-recycle, right? Green’s the new orange and black.)

4. Big Boss’ Angry Angel

My favorite Kolsch = my favorite costume inspiration?

Basically, since there’s no real character, I’d just take some creative liberty.

5. No Doubt Gwen Stefani

Remember the video for I’m just a girl?

I might not have the abs (yet!) but she’s such a rockstar. I’d just need a tank top, put some Old English letters on there saying GWEN, curl my hair, VOILA!

What’re you being this year for Halloween?

What’s your best Halloween costume of all time?

Group Fitness Etiquette

Hellloooooo friends!

Even though it’s only Tuesday night, I already feel the weekend peeking around the corner.  Today was a little bit of a breeze, which I just loved. I worked on a different project at work which was both fun and exciting (like that hopeful feeling you get when you first start a year of school as a child, I love that feeling.) And then, I realized through the grapevine that it was, in fact, a very special day.

That day was National Taco Day.

Well, I really didn’t have much of a choice but to celebrate….

iDelicioso!

Bandido’s is my favorite Mexican spot of all time.  And, somehow, I managed to be lucky enough to live near two locations for the past 6 years.  We used to frequent the one in Chapel Hill every Thursday, me and my girlfriends Kinsley and Claire, and we called ourselves the Bandido’s babes. And I hadn’t been there since JUNE!  The splurge was totally worth it and included a black bean enchilada, a soft chicken taco (I ate about 2 bites of the tortilla, then just went for the fillings) and a side of black beans. Of course, everything was slathered in cheese and salsa.

Perfection.

In other news, I finally got back to Zumba today! And I was in an even better mood because I felt like I was rocking one of my favorite workout outfits.

All black everything.

In an attempt to show off my brightly colored bra, I also managed to call out the power of skeletor in the form of MY COLLARBONE!

Hey there, crazy collarbone. Thanks for coming out.

Fortunately, the collarbone went back inside shortly after and just in time for Zumba.  While in class, though, I got to thinking about Group Fitness Etiquette.  As a huge fan of group fitness classes (in particular, Les Mills classes, Zumba, and newly, Pure Barre!), I think about this a lot. I’ve been in amazing group fitness classes, and stuck in rooms where I felt like everyone was actively trying to kick me in the face [cough BODYCOMBAT cough]. But I like to think that I’ve picked up some pretty good bits of etiquette.

1. If you’re ever doing a move where you’re kicking or punching, LOOK where you’re going! No one came to the gym looking for a fight.

2. If you don’t know the moves, or choose to do moves different than the ones that the instructor is showing, don’t stand in the front of the class.

3. When taking classes like BodyJam or Zumba as an extremely talented dancer, showing off a little is okay. Re-enacting the hit film, Fame, is not. We get it. You got skills. Take them to a dance studio or some reality show, you’re making us feel bad.

4. Ok, I’ll hand it to some folks. If you’ve got the confidence to rock just a sports bra and shorts, more power to you. But tiny booty shorts and a barely-there braziere might not be the best fit for a group fitness class.  Especially one with lots of bending and stretching [crotch shots. nuff said.]

5. Do unto others. If someone slips and falls, don’t laugh. Help them up, offer assistance if it’s needed, get ice. Don’t just ignore them. There’s nothing like slipping on the ground mid class and almost getting trampled because no one has stopped (sidenote: I’ve done this no less than 3 times).

6. Have fun. It’s so sad to see folks who look miserable, so if there is anything that can get you hyped up, it’s probably some exercise.  Exercise gives you endorphins. Endorphins make you happy. Happy people just don’t shoot their husbands (or anyone else.)

What are your favorite bits and pieces of group fitness etiquette?

Or… if you’re a runner, what’re some pieces of runners etiquette?

The Great Tour de Pumpkin (Beer): Review of 10 Pumpkin Beers!

Ever since I spotted the first Post Road Pumpkin Ale hit the shelves back at the tail end of August (or was it the front end of September?) I’ve had a dream. That dream was simple.

To taste as many pumpkin beers as I could grab a hold of, in one sitting, and compare/contrast them.  It was only through this method that I could truly grasp whether they were tasty or just appealing to my fairly inappropriate lust for all things pumpkin.  Slowly but surely, I’ve been collecting and hoarding (not unlike my hoarding of koozies and teeth I discovered in my Spring Cleaning Post), waiting for the right moment.  The perfect night.

Saturday night was that night.

Armed with 10 pumpkin beers (okay, 8 pumpkin beers, 1 pumpkin hard cider, and 1 harvest ale), and my good friend Melissa (the lady who introduced me to the Death Deck workout), it was time.

Let's do this thing.

We used an incredibly scientific method, and took meticulous notes.

Melissa getting super serious.

Beers were rated using a 1-10 scale on the following:

  • Smell
  • Pumpkinosity (told you, super scientific)
  • Drinkability
  • After-taste
  • Overall Impression
I’ll list them in descending order, from worst to best, for your reading ease (and I always like to save the best for last.)

The Smuttiest Nose

The Smuttynose Pumpkin Ale was unanimously voted as the worst of the pumpkin beers (which translates to both of us agreeing it sucked.) It received either a 2 or a 3 in each of the categories. This was the least pumpkiny of all (except the one non-pumpkin beer we tried, I guess. It didn’t have much going on in the way of spices, it smelled a little sharper than the rest, and there was a bitter aftertaste. I wrote on the notes, “don’t love this one”. But honestly, I actively disliked it.

8. Woodchuck Hard CiderPrivate Reserve Pumpkin

Cider =/= Beer

Ok. I know. Hard Cider, though boozy, is not beer. At first look, this could almost pass as beer. There’s no head, though, and at first sniff, you know we’re not in Kansas anymore (because Kansas is where we drink only beer?) The smell of this beer earned a solid 6. There was a slight hint of pumpkin, but mostly it smelled like sweet apples. Or maybe even candied apples. OR like, if Kool-Aid made a candied apple flavor. There’s no carbonation and it was incredibly sweet, but only received a 2 on “pumpkinosity”. The smell was really the only saving grace here.  If you like cider, I’d say this would be great.

If you like beer, get another bottle.

7. New Holland Ichabod Pumpkin Ale

Bonus points for clever name!

I had high hopes for this beer, I really did. And, honestly, it’s not a bad beer. The smell earned a 7, it was spicy and a little hoppy.  However, on pumpkinosity, it only received a 4. It was like all smell, no taste, like a hollowed out pumpkin pie. We both agreed it was a fairly drinkable beer, rating a 6, but aftertaste and overall were both middle of the road with a 5. Not as strong as expected from the scent of cinnamon, while this beer wasn’t bad, it also didn’t hold a candle to some of our other picks.

6. Dogfish Head Punkin

Punkin Chunkin

Here’s one that I’ve heard all about, and recently managed to pick up a 4-pack in Carrboro. It’s been waiting patiently, and I’ve been watching it longingly.  At the initial pour, it smelled caramely with some spices, but not too strong. It scored mostly 7s with one 6 and, alas, a 4 on aftertaste. The taste and smell were underwhelming considering all the hype I’d heard regarding this beer. It was maltier than the other beers, both in smell and taste, with hints of caramel. The aftertaste on this one, though, really brought me down. Alas…. while I’m a Dogfish Head fanatic most of the time, this was not my favorite.

5. New Belgium Kick

A kick in a glass!

Ok, let me start off by saying: this pumpkin beer is NOTHING like the rest of them. Described by New Belgium as “a rich and tart pumpkin cranberry ale blended with wood-aged beer”, the key word here is cranberry. The initial smell was tart and almost juicy.  We both agreed that a great term to describe this beer: “drinker friendly”. Each sip made me want to try another sip (luckily, we had 22 oz to go around!).  A nice, tart beer, this is like an intro to sour for folks who might not want a sour. With an ABV of 8.5%, this beer definitely does bring a kick to the table.  However, on pumpkinosity, this beer only scored a 4. It rated high everywhere else, and I’d totally recommend it to everyone, it just wasn’t all about the pumpkin.

4. Big Boss Harvest Time

The most menacing bottle ever

Finally, a hometown hero!! Well…. a Raleigh-based hero. I’ve spoken before of my fondness for Big Boss‘s Monkey Bizz-ness before, and honestly, I love almost all of their beers. But Harvest Time is my favorite thing that comes out of their brewery. We started our tasting out with this beer and, as I placed my nostrils near the glass, I smelled that familiar pumpkin spice that I know and love.  It was a great way to start off the tasting, and set the bar pretty high. It’s got a lower carbonation than I normally go for, but the drinkability is top notch. The pumpkinosity at the taste, though, is a little lower than some, as the dominant taste is spices like cinnamon and maybe nutmeg. The smell of pumpkin is definitely stronger than the taste. It goes down easy, has a sweet aftertaste, and is just an all-around fantastic pumpkin beer. In fact, it was nearly tied for #3, but the next one just barely eeked it out.

3. Shipyard Pumpkinhead 

Bonus points for the name!

I loved the smell of this beer. It was cinnamon, it was light, it was sweet, maybe there was some apple cidery action going on… I don’t know, but we tasted it 5th and it was definitely the most spice of the bunch. It actually kind of reminded me of a cinnamony snickerdoodle. It was light with a quality carbonation and reminded me of a warm pie. We loved this beer, it scored high on drinkability, and the smell put it over the moon.

2. Terrapin Pumpkinfest

Pumpkin FIESTA!

I just recently reviewed the Georgia based Terrapin’s Peaotch, and this beer, much like that one, I want to make a candle out of this beer. It smelled delicious and ranked 8-9 on nearly all scales. It was pleasantly more pumpkin than spice for once, and handled my tastebuds with a smooth cinnamon and pumpkin taste. My favorite part of this beer, though, was the aftertaste. It was almost as if the flavor changed as it rested on your tongue from pumpkin to cinnamon, as if it was ending with dessert. The carbonation was nice and bubbly without being overwhelming, and it was all-around just a quality beer. Great on all accounts and, if it hadn’t been for our last contender, it would’ve won the title.  Alas…..

1. Weyerbacher Imperial Pumpkin Ale

The Motherload

Oh, Weyerbacher Imperial Pumpkin Ale…. the pumpkin beer on which all others will be judged.  The smell was literally intoxicating (get it…. because it’s beer). It’s the only beer that truly scored a 10 on any level, and that level was aroma. It smelled almost as if root beer had a love child with pumpkin, and sprinkled some cinnamon on that child. It was very low in carbonation, normally a turn off for me, but for this beer… it just worked. It was like the innards of a good pumpkin pie, one that isn’t dominated by sugar and spice, but lets all the flavors shine through. I want it to be a chapstick. It has an 8.0% ABV and doesn’t taste at all boozy, which could be very dangerous. Melissa even drew a smiley emoticon on this one, signaling her approval. This beer was the top of the charts for both of us, and I would suggest trying it for anyone interested in Pumpkin beers.

Honorable Mention: Abita Pecan Harvest

Autumn is for pecans too!

Not to be outdone (but since they have no pumpkin beers [yet!]), Abita wanted to join the seasonal beer party with some Louisiana harvested pecans in their Pecan Harvest!  The nutty smell was a great way to break up the spices and pumpkinosity were accustomed to, and the aftertaste was sweet and well-rounded, like a slice of tasty pecan pie! We both agreed that this beer would make a great addition to any Thanksgiving table and, although the pumpkinosity on this one was N/A, the smell, drinkability, and aftertaste gave it a great overall impression. If it’d been in the running, it would’ve been a top contender!

Whew.

That was a mouthful (and a belly-ful… of beer.)

I know there’s a lot done locally that aren’t available near me, so I tried to make due. I didn’t include the Southern Tier Pumking (a personal favorite, warm and smooth, a great pumpkin choice), either, or quite a few of the ones only available in 22 oz because we were just two ladies and didn’t want to blackout (though it would’ve been in the name of science). Maybe next time I do a massive tasting, I could do it en masse and diversify the options. Then again, these are all readily available in singles, so that might be more approachable.

What I’m trying to say is this isn’t a totally comprehensive list, but it’s a great starter for any pumpkin-beer lovah (like myself). If you’re interested in seeing many more (incredibly comprehensive) pumpkin beer reviews, check out the folks at The Great Pumpkin Beer Review!

What’s your favorite pumpkin beer? 

or if you don’t like pumpkin beers….

What’s your favorite Autumn Seasonal/Octoberfest beer?!

Six Pack Sunday: (Belated) Spring Cleaning

Oh my goodness, y’all.

Today’s been the most productive day in recent memory.  I decided last night that Sunday was THE DAY and, low and behold, I actually stuck to my guns.

At about 10 in the morning, I put on my fancy clothes to get this cleaning party started.

Sometimes, I wear this out to the discotheque.

As the day progressed (and the apartment started to reveal itself from beyond the clutter, I realized something.  Considering I’m a lady living the single life at the moment while Ry’s learning up a storm, I have amassed a lot of stuff.  More than any lady in my life situation should.  Luckily for all of you, I pulled a few real gems to share for this week’s Six Pack Sunday.

Today’s Six Pack Sunday is a veritable “Best of the Best” from my cleaning endeavor.

1. Gumby’s Groupie

13 Tickets to Tasty Town

Oh, Gumby’s.  If you live in/around Gainesville, FL, Tallahasse, FL, Tampa, FL, Champaign, IL, Normal, IL, Iowa City, IA, East Lansing, MI, Kalamazoo, MI, Columbia, MO, Chapel Hill, NC, Raleigh, NC, Wilmington, NC, Columbus, OH, State College, PA, College Station, TX, San Marcos, TX, Blacksburg, VA, or Madison, WI, you might be familiar with Gumby’s.  It’s the home of late night snacking essentials pizza, wings and, most importantly, Pokey sticks.

Snagged this one from their Facebook page.

These cheesy, greasy, garlicy breadsticks are nature’s candy. Only not from nature, probably at all.  Anyway, the coupons came from boxes. You collected them, then turn them in for MORE POKEY STICKS! It’s a vicious cycle, and one that I was addicted to during college.  I wonder if these are still good… I heard they stopped running this special because folks were taking the boxes from the store. Oh well. Something I’ll have to look into in the near future.

2. Come on baby, light my fire.

Sweet flame-age, JP

Considering I don’t smoke or use my fireplace, I sure have a lot of methods to bring flame into this world.

3. Explanation

Oh.

Maybe it’s the 10 giant scented candles I have.

Probably.

4. Dolla Dolla Bills

Bling bling?

In my travels, I picked up some serious coinage.

$3.50 in quarters

$2 in dimes

$0.60 in nickles

$0.35 in pennies

8 Euro cents

1 Candian penny

If anyone needs a sugar mama, tweet me. I’ll be counting my $6.45 over and over again.

5. Case Race, Friends? I’ll bring the koozies.

I promise, I'm not an alcoholic.

This one actually really shocked me. I knew I’d been collecting koozies a bit, but I just stuffed them into a drawer. Well, I officially cleaned that drawer out.

24 koozies. And I’m certain there’s another one in my car or something.

EDIT: I just went to my car. Found three more. 

Literally, I could open a case of beer and put a koozie on every single one. Just in case anyone’s looking for a case race partner, I think we’d have a clear advantage.  Warm hands, cold beer. Unstoppable.

6. The Creepiest Things That Are Currently In My Possession

I’ll confess: My blogging idol is Jenny Lawson aka the Bloggess.  And I was cleaning out my shelves, I felt like I had a moment much like finding a box of monkey hands.

I'm not proud of these.... but I'm not NOT proud, either.

  • 1 old fashion-y looking jar containing a bunch of tiny pigs
  • A shot glass containing my four (bleached) wisdom teeth
If you’re ever thinking about coming over to my place and taking shots…. just be sure you check your glass.
Ok, ok. The cleaning continues.
What’s the weirdest thing you’ve found in your apartment/house lately?
Do you have a ridiculous/absurd amount of any one item in your possession?  
I might be a hoarder.

Terrapin Midnight Project Peaotch (Collaboration with Left Hand Brewing!)

Good morning folks!!

First, I’d like to thank you all for your kind words regarding the fire in my apartment complex. It finally stopped smelling like smoke in the neighborhood, though the area is still caution-taped off for safety. Well, safety first, and hopefully things will be back to normal sooner rather than later.

What better way to welcome Sunday morning than with a nice juicy peach…. beer review.

Yesterday, I was lucky enough to spend one of North Carolina’s first gorgeous fall days warming up with a few friends around the grill.  One friend in particular was really dressed to the nines.

Oh, you fancy, huh?

The other day I picked up the collaboration peach beer by Terrapin Beer Company and Left Hand Brewing Company aptly named Peaotch.  It was about 9 dollars at the Hope Valley Bottle Shop, which was fairly steep for me… but I was celebrating life.

Sometimes, I’m a bit raccoon-like when I shop for beers.  I don’t mean in the sense that I open garbage cans to dine on the contents (most of the time). I do, however, get attracted to shiny things. And the beautiful golden shininess on the top of this bottle piqued my interest.  Oh, that, and the name. Peaotch. Bahaha. Get it?

T-t-t-tasty!

The smell from the initial pour of this beer was beautiful. I’m pretty sure that, if Yankee Candle was interested in a peach beer candle, this would be it.

From the brewer:

Sometime around midnight in a city nobody can agree on, the idea for Terrapin and Left Hand to brew a collaboration beer was born. Peaotch is the third in the series of one-time releases between the two breweries. Terrapin  Brew master Brian “Spike” Buckowski hosted Left Hand Brew master Ro Gunzel in Athens, Ga and late one night the two brewed up this dreamy ale.

Yep, we brewed a beer with Georgia & Colorado peaches. We tried to tell the peaches to get out of the way, but they wouldn’t. Ludicrous, we know.

ABV: 7.2%

I smelled fruity ripeness like peaches and maybe something else…. apricots? Either way, it was fragrant and light.

The taste of the beer was a little less intensely peach than the smell, but I think that’s probably for the best. It was light and carbonated enough that I probably could’ve enjoyed the whole bottle (though I split it with my buddy) and it went down easily. Even though I feel like peach and fruit might be more of a “summer beer” flavor, this was crisp enough to go perfectly with the crisp autumn weather. It was almost juicy.

I’d recommend if you were a fan of Dogfish Head’s Festina Pêche and looking for another peach experience, I’d recommend this tasty treat. It’s not quite as tart as the Pêche, and is a great drink to share with friends.

Or raccoons.

Smelled Like a Campfire…

Last night, after a wonderful glass night at Rockfish, I was excited to hit the hay very early.  I was in bed, asleep shortly after 10pm.  It was perfect.

I was woken up several hours later with the definition of a “rude awakening”. My eyes were flashed with a blinding light as the sheriff of the local police department shined his flashlight into my eyes, having busted open my door.

Miss, put some clothes on and follow me outside. The building next to yours is on fire.

I’m not sure if I’ve ever clothed and ran out of my apartment faster.  When I walked outside, I was immediately hit in the face with a sensory overload.  Smoke and fire was billowing out of the roof of the apartment next to mine, the warmth hit my face as my eyes acclimated to the flickering firetruck lights and my feet were drenched by excess water from the hoses.  It was an affront on all sides, as the sheriff explained to me how he’d been knocking on my door for over 5 minutes before they finally got the key from the apartment complex.

The scene outside

I was lucky enough to have grabbed a sweatshirt, but most of my fellow neighbors were underdressed considering the nip in the autumn air. The flames continued to climb as the hoses sprayed down, and my most intense thought was a hope that they didn’t leap the gap between the two buildings. I will say, though, that if anything, the fire brought the neighborhood together. I had conversations with people I’ve never met before, people who live a floor above me. I found my friend, Kim from the building that was affected, in the clubhouse, which the complex opened up for the Red Cross to use.  She’d barely ran out with more than a tshirt on, so I lent her my sweatshirt, thinking I’d be let back into the apartment.

20 minutes later, I was the one shivering outside.  An older gentleman offered me a jacket (a Carolina one, no less!) which I gladly accepted. It was only later that he explained to me that his home was one of the ones that had been completely destroyed.


While his home was smoldering, he offered me one of his few possessions that hadn’t burned in the fire. At about 3:30 am, we were allowed back into our homes. They were pretty certain they’d tamed the flames, and I think they also wanted less folks loitering. I wasn’t able to fall asleep for a while, my heart was still racing.  Every time I heard a sound, I jumped, thinking that someone was knocking again to let me know the fire had jumped.

I also managed to be interviewed by one of the local news networks and, after watching it today, I always forget how weird it is to hear yourself. Also, how crazy I sound when I talk in general.

Cute screenshot, yes?

Luckily, there was only one injury, and, though they lost all their belongings, everyone in my complex is required to have renter’s insurance so they’re covered.

Speaking of which: if you don’t have renter’s insurance, GET IT! It’s a cheap way to assure than if something this awful happens to you, you won’t be starting from scratch.

I’ll hopefully be spending tonight in the company of some friends in the hopes of forgetting that my heart keeps slamming in my chest.

Have you ever had a tragedy that brought people together?

OR tell me a fun story or joke to lighten my spirits!

PS In case you missed it, check out my post about the package I got through the Foodie Pen Pals on Lindsay’s blog from the lovely Allie from Healthy Balance, Healthy Life !!

Do you want to join in on the fun?  Bloggers AND blog readers are welcome to participate!!! Contact Lindsay at theleangreenbean@gmail.com and be sure to visit her website for all of the official details!  It is super easy to get started (literally, it takes 5 minutes!) and Lindsay does the rest!  You MUST send her an e-mail by October 4th if you would like to be a Foodie Penpal, as she sends out the penpal matches on October 5th.

Reebok Easy Tone Shoe Scandal

Hey there, y’all!!

I’m SO happy it’s Thursday! When I went to UNC, my favorite day of the week was Thursday because that was the day that, guaranteed, I hung out with all my friends. And now, as a grown lady, I LOVE Thursdays just as much (mostly for the same reason).  The glass night meetup that I host with the Tri Beer Meetup group has introduced me to so many new friends, and allowed me to hang out with friends that I’m already close to.  It’s my favorite.

Chilling at the Rock

Oh, I also switched my alarm on my phone (which wakes me up every morning) to a harp.  I now feel like I’m woken up every morning by an angel nudging me in the body.

It’s heavenly (ooooooh snap get it?!)

One thing I didn’t love about waking up this morning was the slight tickle in my throat.  Luckily, I had something to combat that in the office fridge.

Fiber and OJ: Just what the Doctor ordered

My throat still has a bit of an itch, but nothing a vitamin C and some zinc can’t blast away (I hope!!)

In other news, I’m sure I’m not the only one who’s been watching this as it unfolds, but how about that $25 million settlement that Reebok has to pay all the folks that bought their “EasyTone” shoes hoping that the pounds would fly off as they continued their day to day life?  (If you haven’t seen this, check out the Federal Trade Commission’s writeup or the Huffington Post piece for details.)

I have to admit, when these shoes came out onto the market, I was initially skeptical.  But mostly on a fashion base… and an “I hate these commercials…. so very very much” base.

If this is the future of footwear, send me back to Terra Nova, thx. (click for Source)

What, this ol' thing? I always wear this working out. (click for Source)

But, as I saw them dropping off the shelves and into folks’ shopping bags, I wondered “could there possibly be any reality to this idea?

So you just… do what you normally do…. but wear different shoes…. and you get fit. Hmmm….”

Turns out, all that skepticism was well founded.

While I was pretty certain I wouldn’t be able to just pick up a pair of shoes and wear them then look magically like Helena Christensen, now there’s SCIENCE to back me up.

You can never.... you will never.... But buy these shoes if you'd like to fool yourself!

According to NYDailyNews.com,

The FTC said that Reebok should never have claimed in its print and television ads that its shoes “lead to 28% more strength and tone in the buttock muscles” and “11% more strength and tone in the calf muscles than regular walking shoes.”

The agency threw the hammer, saying that the company’s claims that its use of charts and statistics led consumers to believe that their shoes, priced at $80 to $100, were superior to traditional sneakers.

So, if you bought a pair of these bad boys (or several pairs), and you’d like to get a piece of that sweet $25 million settlement pie (oh, and a refund for your shoes that don’t do anything) check out the FTC Refund Request form. No one deserves to be hoodwinked and not get their money back.

I think my favorite thing that came out of this whole debacle, though, were the Nike ads that responded to these shoes.

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Thanks to Erin for posting the picture!

This ad says:

The Ultimate Quick Fix. The Nike Trainer One is not a magical toning shoe. It’s a training shoe. Its DiamondFLX technology activates your muscles to work how they’re supposed to, giving you faster results from all those squats, lunges and classes that you do. So you get fit faster. This shoe works if you do.

There’s no such thing as a shoe that can work out for you (as much as I wish that every day as I untie my sneakers after a long workout and let the proverbial “dogs” out).  You’re the one who laces them up, ties them, and what you do with those sneakers is up to you.

Did you ever try to EasyTone shoes (or any ones like them)? What were they like?

What’s one diet or fitness fad that you’ve tried that failed?

I once tried to do a “cleanse” for a few days…. and it lasted all of about a single day. The flavors were bland, my tummy felt empty, and I ended up eating more after I officially “quit” than I would’ve otherwise.  No bueno.

Pure Barre: A Breakdown (by a First Timer)

Good morning folks!

You’re probably here because you’re interested in this:

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Yup, I tried my very first Pure Barre class yesterday!!

Pure Barre in Chapel Hill, NC recently had a Groupon-esque deal through OurLocalDeal based in Chapel Hill, Carrboro, and Orange County in general. For $36, I got 4 Pure Barre classes and, after asking around, this is one heck of a deal!!

I’ve been looking for a new exercise method to get me excited about working out again. Well… look no further.  I look excited, right?

Excited, nervous, they’re all the same.

Ok, I’ll shoot you straight: I was actually totally nervous! I’d go so far as to say there were butterflies in my tummy. After reading an INTENSE review of Pure Barre from Lauren of Raw is Sexy, I was ready for the worst. I walked in the studio, accompanied by my buddy, Anne, and, as expected, the studio entrance was chock-full of Lululemon attire for sale, as well as some fancy shmancy Pure Barre socks.  Luckily, I brought my own.

This little piggy went to Pure Barre

I was honestly more nervous, initially, as to what to wear than anything else. Luckily, my ToeSox have little grippy dots on the bottom that are perfect for not slipping and sliding, considering the floor is carpet!!  For some reason, I definitely wasn’t expecting that.

As for what else to wear:

  • Most women were rocking yoga pants, with the occasional legging/crop legging mixed in there (I went for the crop legging). I would NOT recommend wearing shorts, as they could ride up during the seated portion
  • Tank top/tshirt that breathes. You’re going to be sweating a lot, don’t make it worse by over-dressing. Again, I’d recommend a longer length, as there are portions that could lead to riding up.
  • Socks – Grippy dots are helpful, if you’ve got em or have access to them

My instructor asked us to grab some equipment, and I picked up what I needed.

All the Accoutrements for a Pure Barre class!

What you need:

  • Resistance band
  • Mat
  • Ball
  • Weights (2lb set and 3lb set…. but I only ended up using the 2lbs!!)
What I wish I’d brought:
  • Water bottle
  • Towel
  • Another towel (seriously, I was drenched in sweat)
But I managed to make due.
 
The class started out promptly (which I LOVED) and, honestly, the music was much less irritating than most workout classes I’ve taken part of (like, for instance, the BodyPump track featuring none other than…. Nickelback. Blech.)  Within the initial five minutes, I was sweating.
Within the first set of pushups, I was straining.
After the first set of squats at the barre, I was burning.
Not just a little burn.  A burn that felt like the insides of my thighs were literally being hit with a cold blue flame.
We started with some small weight lifting and a few leg actions that were very reminiscent of that time I hated tried pilates. We did pushups, we straightened our legs, and, without fail, I was the first person who was approached by the instructor who fixed my form.

You want me to do what with my butt?

There was a lot to think about, much like pilates. You were tucking your hips in, you were straightening your leg, flexing your foot, pointing your toes, and squeezing balls between your legs (in the least sexual way possible). Despite all the well-dressed ladies looking fierce in their form fitting Lulu gear, I’ll admit, there was NOTHING about this class that looked sexy. That’s not to say that the women didn’t all look gorgeous. But when they’re drenched in sweat, standing on their tiptoes, thrusting their hips back and forth, it’s a lot less sexy than you’d think (who bets someone finds my blog in the future searching “Lulu hip thrust”?)

My thighs and butt definitely felt the most worked out, with my abs feeling the least. The thigh set at the bar was AMAZING! Literal burning, like Icy Hot minus the sexy rubbing that goes on beforehand. Just Pure Burn. The portions where we were squatting and on our tiptoes, working in tiny little thrusts and tucks, I felt like my legs were about to reject the rest of my body and walk away.

They didn’t.

I think, however, I have figured out why the abs weren’t getting their full workout.

Oh, don’t mind me, giant wooden bar. Just trying to workout.

An entire ab set was supposed to be set with us sitting against the wall, and your head/back against the wall. Only, when you’re 6’1″ with a torso that goes on for days, well…. apparently the studio wasn’t ready for that.

My head was literally jammed against the wood of the bar and I couldn’t even turn it straight. It was…. ridiculous. Anne looked over at me and chuckled as I strained to turn and face the instructor (which required a bit of bobbing/weaving around the wood.) It was hilarious, it was distracting, and it was REALLY difficult to adjust accordingly.

Oh well, I guess there aren’t too many tall ballerinas, right?

The tail end of the class focused on…. our tail end.  Lots of booty work including lifts and bridges that pushed the burn out to the last moment of class.  I felt worked the entire time. There were very few breaks, very little arm work, and LOADS of sweat (I think my perspiration may have left watermarks on the bar.)  I felt worked out the whole time.  I feel like the lifting at the beginning was kind of silly and put in there just to make use of those fancy looking weights.  However, the aspect of the ball was CRUCIAL and I think a core part of this Pure Barre method.  The resistance band was best for stretching.

My fanny is sore, my thighs still feel like there’s some creep who’s lighting small fires on them now and then, and I honestly can’t even wait to go back.

Pure Barre Virgin, NO MORE!

What’s been an exercise that’s gotten you excited lately?

Have you ever tried Pure Barre? If so, what do you think? If not, would you want to?