Friday, November 20, 2015

I'm going to be a princess!

 I don't have a lot of "bucket list" things, but definitely have a list in my mind of things I really want to do someday. On that list, aside from being independently wealthy and having a healthy family and a happy marriage, are these things: go to Europe (specifically Paris), live outside of Indiana, and do a Run Disney race. 


Since I took up running a couple years ago, I've had a lot of fun doing 5k races and two half marathons, and I definitely get that runners high from completing long distances. And not long after I first started running, I came across a Pinterest post about the Disney Princess Half Marathon, and instantly I knew I HAD to wear a princess costume and run through the parks. 

After two years of daydreaming about it, my friend Nikki and I finally set a date: 2016. We marked our calendars and anxiously waited for the July registration day. 

Registration day is no joke. All around the world, people are poised and ready at their computers well before it opens, ready to click that register button and 12 sharp Eastern time. Call off sick, or pretend to listen in a conference call while you are at work, but either way you need to be at your computer ready to go at 11:59.

People usually have a couple of devices ready too as back ups. If you have more than one person to register, you better call in some favors and have friends and family helping you out. The Glass Slipper Challenge sold out in no time! If you aren't IN on registration day, you probably won't get to race. 
Finally getting that confirmation page was like winning the lottery! I literally celebrated that evening and all I had done was give the Disney corporation more of my money. 

Here are a few things I've learned so far in anticipation of the Disney Princess Half Marathon: 

1. Book your stay in advance -- there's no time to worry about finding deals or discounts-- if you want a Little Mermaid room,  you better reserve it well in advance of registration day.

2. Your new part time job is race prep. If you aren't shopping etsy to plan your costume, you are reading blogs with other runners' race recaps, planning your packing, arrival times, character stops, and training plans. 

3. Start saving money. This race is pricey. Not only is it easy $200 to register, you need park tickets, potentially a dining plan, a flight, etc. this is a $1200+ ordeal. Plus the drinking around Epcot that will happen after the race. At least for me.

4.  Training starts early. To get a good corral (and start the race earlier to allow for more photo ops with characters) you need a good position, and you have to provide a proof of time. Meaning official race results from another half marathon where you do well. So, to improve our position, Nikki and I did a half marathon in September to achieve a better proof of time. We spent our summer running. Which is good motivation but still a lot of work. 

I'm 3 months out and all I think about is being a princess and running through Disney World. It gets my running shoes on early on Saturday mornings. I listen to Disney songs on Pandora radio and have been re-watching Disney movies in preparation. 

When friends I haven't seen in a while ask what's new, I try to remember if I told them I'm running the Princess Half in February. I always already have. But it's so exciting!

I might have s Disney obsession. But I will be well-trained and well-dressed, and I can't wait!

Thursday, August 27, 2015

My Life is Perfect on Facebook.

Life is good to me. I have my share of troubles... but probably much less than my fair share these days- I have spats with my spouse, bad days at work, struggles in parenting (this part is the WORST) and many wishes for more of most things like money and less of other things like body fat and cravings for pizza and breadsticks.

Those good things, though, I like to share on social media. The proud moments of my kids' achievements and milestones, my accomplishments, my travel, my blessings.

What I don't typically share are the struggles.

This has occurred to me a few times, and again last night as I scrolled through my Facebook feed. It's filled with the happy moments of some friends' lives, and with many struggles and annoyances of others. 

I do enjoy a well-written rant about the myriad frustrations we face in modern life, because they are relatable and often entertaining. And I appreciate the power of prayer and the large efforts one can get of support from your network by sharing personal struggles, because it's sometimes needed.

But the parts I don't love are many. I don't like when a friend has nothing but negatives to share. I get that life is hard, but isn't there something positive? I also hate those videos that I don't want to see of violence or abuse of animals. Can we sometimes make a change by raising awareness? Sure - but it's a bit much. When I get on Facebook some nights and spend ten minutes scrolling, hoping for baby pictures and news about my friends' lives and only get a list of 20 things I should be outraged about, I log off feeling worse about the world and my life.

I want my social media to be cotton candy and rainbows, not hellfire and damnation.

There are articles and blog posts out there about how only posting about our lives through filters - sharing only the best parts and spinning things for the better - has led others, watching through their screen, to feel worse about their own lives and end up depressed.  That's a real struggle for some and I can appreciate that. But on the flip side, can we view these better, more positive perspectives as motivation? Can we see that person's post about how great they feel after eating clean as a tool to help us be healthier? Can we see the update about how much someone loves their job as inspiration to get skills, try harder, go back to school to better ourselves?

There is power in sharing struggles.  I tell friends in conversation about my trials in parenting, my struggles to eat better, or my frustrations at work, as a way to relate and understand each other. I don't necessarily feel that every work or church acquaintance or high school classmate I haven't seen since 1998 needs to know that my kid did something that upset me or I had a fight with my spouse. I might write about that here, but then that person needs to click on a link and choose to know.

What say you, reader who clicked a link? Do you feel we share too much negative, or just the right amount?

Until I'm convinced otherwise, I'll keep posting pics about delicious meals, exciting adventures, and blessings in my life, and save the bad news for personal conversations.

Thursday, May 21, 2015

What I Read Wednesday: Fat Girl Walking

 This might be a meandering journey to a book review, but bear with me. 

Rachel is my brain twin. I have many great and wonderful friends, but when it comes to being twins in a way other than biologically, in some sort of Patty Duke identical cousins "think alike" sort of way, no one compares to Rachel and I. 

When I first came across the blog,, I first read each and every post I could, blowing off household responsibilities to read late into the night. Then I shared it with Rachel. She immediately confirmed what I already knew: Brittany was obviously our best friend, but she just didn't know it yet. 

For the past two years I've followed Brittany's blog, instagram, and facebook, devouring every post. I related to her in so many ways. I've referenced her in this blog (namely here: ) when she saw into my soul with her post on fear of flying. Her posts on accepting and loving yourself fed me at times when I needed it, which is all the time since most of us women beat ourselves up about our looks constantly. Her candor and honestly about the true lives of moms and wives and women were a revelation in the midst of articles, magazines and pinterest posts of perfectionism and the unrealistic aspirations we have of immaculate homes, trophy-wife bodies, and Food Network-worthy baked goods for classroom parties. 

Then, she wrote a book. "Fat Girl Walking." And I bought it the day after it was released and read it in entirety in one day. 

I laughed, I cried, and I nodded silently in agreement. 

I loved it. And in full-disclosure, I must tell you I was a skeptic. I know that bloggers write books now somewhat regularly after some blog success, and I secretly thought it might be a let-down. Yes, the blog was great, but could she write an enitre book of stories that were not already blogged? Could she add newness to the experiences she'd already shared and that I'd witnessed in real time as they happened on social media? 

The answer is YES. 

At first I thought that maybe I was biased since I know that Brittany is actually a brain-triplet with Rachel and I. But on further review, I don't think so. As I have looked over at the finished hardback on my desk over the day, I thought each time of a different friend I needed to recommend it to, as the chapter on this or that would be so useful to whichever friend I was thinking of. 

I don't want to give away too much, so I won't review the book in typical fashion. I won't say much about what specific stories are told or why they were so powerful. I want the experience to be genuine for each woman who reads it. But I will say, read the blog first. Look through some posts and get to know Brittany.  I think it will enhance your enjoyment of the book, because like me, you'll realize she's your best friend and you'll read the book as if it's a conversation over drinks where your close friend bares her soul and her childhood, and her struggles and her successes. And you'll feel empowered to be more and do more. 

A while back, I sent Brittany a facebook message sharing my love of the book I read that helped me with my fear of flying. And I expected to never get a response but hoped she  would glance at it, and pick up the book. I don't know if she did, but for ten minutes or so, she and I messaged back and forth over facebook and I had a real conversation with my new virtual BFF. :) 

I want to reiterate: I'm objective. I can realize when my fandom impairs my judgement. But in this case, despite my fandom, and in spite of my skepticism, the book did not dispappoint. Instead, it was more than I'd hoped for. Please buy it, read it, or borrow it from me, but make sure you return it because I'll read it again. 

Thursday, May 14, 2015


Lately I've notice a disturing trend... I'm becoming easily obsessed with small things. For example, I decided I needed a new rug for the hall bath. I develped very specific parameters: patterned, gray, but has to match the odd blue-gray of the walls, just the right size to not block the door but be bigger than the current rug, can't look cheap. I've looked at every store I've been to for weeks, gone to Home Goods twice, and searched Amazon for far too long. I've found nothing to match my standards. 

As the search continued, the stakes got higher. 

Now, I have to find the PERFECT rug. After all this time invested, if I purchase a sub-par rug, each time I use that bathroom I'll feel the effects of many wasted hours seeking perfection and will be grossly aware of the inadequacy of the rug. 

Then, I remembered that I needed a new carry-on bag for work. I travel frequently, and my current system is not ideal. Checking a bag for a couple days trip is costly and inconvenient. And I have to bring my laptop, which I usually carry in my bulky and inefficient laptop bag, leaving me to bring my second carry-on item as either my purse or one of our old, junky small pieces of luggage. So if I don't bring my purse, I end up carrying my wallet, phone, and sunglasses out to dinner awkwardly. Or, if I bring a purse and put my laptop in my luggage, I awkwardly carry my laptop and charger in my arms to the office. It's dumb. 

Which lead me to the approximately 12 hours spent researching carry on luggage on the internet, and visits to several stores. 

My back hurts from hunching over the computer, my nights were wasted reading reviews and doing endless google searches. And now, again, stakes are high. After so much time invested, it has to be perfect. 

I see this as another way I seek to find control in my life at a time things don't feel in control. 

When I finally reach perfection, should that exist, I'll write a review. Until then, I guess I'll search for meaning in random purchases and ignore the glaring realities of a crazy travel schedule, an upcoming graduation party (and high school graduation) of my oldest child, signaling my advancing age and the end of an era. 

Am I alone in this kind of obsession?

Wednesday, May 6, 2015

Before and After: Front Door

It's spring and I'm in house project mode! 

Recently I decided to upgrade the curb appeal! Matt and I did some landscaping work, and with the bright, cheery flowers out front, our dark red door was looking drab. 

Our house has red brick and gray/beige siding, so I searched Pinterest for good front door colors but just didn't love anything. Then, while organizing the garage, I came across some extra paint from our blue bedroom walls. I decided to use it on the front door too. 

I started by taping the handle and lock with painters tape because I did not feell like taking the hardware off. #lazy

I put two coats of the blue on the door, and then pulled the old brass kickplate out of the garage. 

I used Oil Rubbed Bronze spray paint to paint the kick plate, and then popped the screws into a box so I could paint the tops of them to match. 

Then, I screwed the kick plate back on, hung a yarn wreath I made last year, and voila: basically zero dollars and a little bit of work for a fresh front door! 

Here's the before and after, using low-quality iPhone pics and bad angles: 

So much cheerier! Have you done any home projects lately? 

What I Read Wednesday: Sparks and Speeches

I'm a frequent "reader" of audiobooks, but last month I mixed it up with a real paperback! 

I got "The Best of Me" by Nicholas Sparks for Christmas and finally read it, mostly while on a trip out of town. 

I have read several of his books already, and seen a few of the movies.  I know they always have a formula: romance plagued by hardship, death, tear-jerking scenes. I expected that with this book too, but it was just too predictable. Not long in, I had an idea of how it would go. I held out hope, though, expecting that this time, good ol' Nick would surprise me. Nope. 

If you love this kind of formulaic predictability, read away. If you have knowing 2/3 through EXACTLY how it's going to go- skip it. 

I've been listening to "Stand and Deliver," a Dale Carnegie (of "How to Win Friends and Influence People" fame).  I hoped to get some help on my anxiety about public speaking. Turns out, I need a book about anxiety, not public speaking. The tips haven't helped me with that. However, if you have a speech or talk to give soon, this is a good one to make sure you are engaging and interesting. But, I'm not sure that the tips in the book are anything you couldn't get from a good google search on public speaking. 

Currently I'm listening to "Call the Midwife," which has been made into a series on PBS. I haven't seen the show, but am enjoying the book so far. It's interesting to learn about how different delivering babies was back in the 1950's, and the specific stories and struggles of the poor in London. 

What are you reading? 

Thursday, April 23, 2015

Bachelorette party violence

When I envisioned the bachelorette party in Chicago with 20 people, I expected some drama. Loads of women in heels (sore feet make you cranky) eating too little at dinner to stay svelte in their dresses (hunger makes you hangry) plus booze - in a busy city-- it seemed a given that something notable and possibly catastrophic would go down. 

Luckily, no party-ending drama ensued and a good time was had by all. But there was still violence. 

I intended to avoid the typical level of inebriation one would expect from a bridal party on bacheloette weekend, so I could anticipate and difuse the potential stressors of a night out with a gaggle of girls drinking too much champagne. However, in the famous words of my friend Nikki, I became "the drama we were trying to avoid." Here's what happened. 

After our early dinner, we headed out to the first club on the busy, bustling streets of Chicago. While walking ahead of some of the group, I hear Nikki call out to me to watch out. At that moment, I felt it. A substantial and invasive ass-grab. The kind of that feels intimate. At that moment, I turn to find a man in his mid-thirties by my guess, in a hoodie, passing me and our large group on the left by the street. And I knew it was him. 

Without a word, I sped up and started smacking him in the back with my clutch, filled with only my lip gloss, ID, and credit card. Not enough heft to do harm. Nikki comes running up and kicks him with her blinged-out high-heeled shoe. I yell that he can't do that to people and tossed in some expletives for good measure. He turns as he continues to flee, and shrugs his shoulders as if he has no idea why were are accosting him on the street. 

Our friends don't know what Nikki and I know, and just suddenly realize we are attacking a stranger. 

Ultimately he walked on and we explained to the group what took place. I still regret that I didn't do more, and left that man unpunished to gain unsolicited access to women's private areas. 

Feeling a bit objectified, we continued on our night out. We laughed and danced and made our bride dance on stage at a piano bar. Eventually, we end up at a club that had an elevated area for girls to dance. Two skinny friends, the bride and Nikki, who was also accosted by the hooded man, were dancing on the raised area, and asked me to join. Emphatically. Eventually, I relented, though lacking the level of inebriation generally required for such an activity. 

As soon as I was up there, a bouncer came over and asked me to get down. My friends insist the area was too full and that was the motivation. But as a girl who has put on a few, I internalized the requst as a personal affront. I'm not little like them and was undoubtedly visually less appealing to be at eye-level. They insist it was a capacity issue. I came down, dejected, and already a little bothered about the earlier events. At which time I got upset. And then, the words that will live in infamy from Nikki: "you are becoming the drama we were trying to avoid." I laughed and realized she was right.

I got my act together, but will insist to the end that me, in my borrowed dress without a size 2 figure,   was  not in line with the club's "brand." 

Thankfully my friends have a late-night appetite like me, and we ended up leaving to go to the hotel to eat pizza at 2 a.m. Take that, swanky Chicago club. 

Know what drama I really want to avoid? Finding food late at night. Thankfully, pizza delivery exists, and drama was (mostly) averted.