Gems from Men’s Health

TGIF hasn’t meant as much to me as maybe it does today.

In a few hours, I’ll be picking my buddy, Claireb, from the airport.

Later in the night, my[fraternity] brother from another mother, Eric, will be pulling into Chapel Hill.

And, with the addition of my pal Kinsley, UNC’s Homecoming Weekend can truly begin.

And, to celebrate my excitement, in a completely unrelated manner, I’d like to share with you…. some pearls of wisdom from Men’s Health.  Ryan forgot to have his subscription changed to his new address, so now we all get to reap the rewards.

I know, worst segue ever, right? But honestly, I’ve been wanting to share this for a hot second. And I’ve wanted to share pictures of my sexy friends, so it all works out.

Weirdy

First of all, Stephen King is really weird looking.

But, more importantly, of his ten favorite 1,000+ page books, I have read: ZERO!

Gotta up my game, I’ve been meaning to check out Infinite Jest for a while now.  But, with the push from Mr. King, I may just have to make that move and buy it! (or borrow it…. anyone wanna lend me over 1,000 pages?)

Good to know

Were you aware that 41% of household surfaces are contaminated with rhinoviruses when an inhabitant has a cold?

With cold season in FULL gear, if that doesn’t make you want to run out and buy about a million Lysol wipes, I don’t know what will. (PS, I love Lysol wipes and use them for a huge percent of my cleaning activities.)

(Is that a real thing?  A “cleaning activity”? Sounds so lame.)

Everyone in my office has been picking up sickness lately, so I’m gonna be doing extra wipes for safety (and for a sweet citrusy smell).

Thanksgiving Cheat Sheet!

This one’s a little tougher to read BUT I really loved it. It compares the best and worst “Thanksgiving sides” by nutritional value. The worst? Stuffing with sausage.

Luckily, this is my very favorite. Perfect.

Maybe I’ll just try to stick with their “best” bets: Roasted Brussels Sprouts and Fresh Cranberry Sauce.

I’ll assume that since my true love, sweet potato casserole, didn’t make the list, I’ll just have to eat a bowl the size of my head as it’s clearly gotta be a nutritional power-house.

Perfect.

Watch out, ladies

Also, folks, just a warning to lock up your daughters this weekend.

After reading this article, I can safely say that I will be able to date any and every woman imaginable.

Let me know if you need any tips.

Real talk, though: I LOVE reading Men’s Health (thanks Ryan for forgetting to change it!) The articles are well-written and relevant to every day life, they promote healthy living without anything extreme looking like cleanses or “bridal groom bootcamp” (at least, that I’ve read so far), and 90% of the time, I end up finding something in the magazine that truly makes me laugh out loud (or LOL, for the 1337s out there).

Makes me think that, if I love that magazine so much, maybe I’d be a huge fan of Dr. Pepper Ten.  We’ll see.

Anything making you TGIF today?

What’s your FAVORITE magazine? 

I’m always looking for new ones to read.

This Friday Night

Good evening (and a late one at that!)

The beau and I just got done our plans for the night and I’m pretty sure it was exactly like the Katy Perry hit, Last Friday Night (TGIF).  In case you don’t turn on the radio, it’s something like this:

Yeah we danced on tabletops
And we took too many shots
Think we kissed but I forgot…

Yeah we maxed our credit cards
And got kicked out of the bar
So we hit the boulevard…

We went streaking in the park
Skinny dipping in the dark
Then had a menage a trois.

Anyone ever actually think about those lyrics?  Quite a big jump from going skinny dipping and streaking to legitimately having sex with two people at once, IMHO.  But hey, she’s Katy Perry, she’s got it under control, I’m sure.

Yeah, Jordan, don’t worry about me…

But yes, our night was equally as crazy.

I started out ridin’ solo at the gym, with a fantastic Body Attack class.

Not my best, but absolutely not even close to my worst.

My ankle was still bothering me a little but I focused on the lower-impact options (one of my favorite aspects of Body Attack is that they always give you options) to take some of the pressure off, and still managed to work up one hell of a sweat.

Don’t you love when fitness classes turn into wet t-shirt contests?

Then, as Katy and her buddies danced on tabletops, we did a little dancing in downtown Durham.

He calls this one the "check me out!"

I call this one the "pose pretty with your dream purse". I'll be giving lessons at the Healthy Living Summit cocktail party if anyone's interested.

We took too many shots.  And by shots, I mean slices of pizza.

All pepperoni, half artichoke (me), half buffalo chicken (Ry)

From one of our all-time favorite pizza joints in the Triangle (and anywhere):

Mellow Mushroom’s Mellow Menu

We definitely kissed a few times.  But I didn’t forget any of them.

We didn’t have to max out our credit cards because my Uncle had given me a giftcard, but we ALMOST got kicked out of the bar…

Wait, not even a little.  I did almost kick a woman out of the outdoor seating for smoking while we were eating, but she stopped (aka finished her nasty smelly cigarette) moments before the pizza came out (at which point I would’ve complained, loudly and obnoxiously.  and then, maybe gotten kicked out of the bar.)

I enjoyed a delicious Bell’s Two Hearted with dinner.

Thanks for the bunny ears, Ry.

Then, we hit the boulevard (aka walked back to the car).

The rest of the song gets into some pretty risque stuff and I’ll be honest….. we skipped that and baked (sort of) a dessert for his company picnic.

It may not have been the stuff Katy writes songs about, but maybe she’s missing out on a gold-mine of brilliant lyrics waiting to be written.  Katy, gimme a call if you need any more inspiration.  I’ve got gobs of this stuff.

Did you do anything wild enough to warrant a Katy Perry song tonight? 

Did you watch the double play of Con Air on TNT tonight? BECAUSE I’M WATCHING IT RIGHT NOW!

Time to get back to the oh-so-classy and ever-so-well-dressed Nicolas Cage.

Put the bunny in the basket.

What a dreamboat….