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Today: A weekend at home.

Home Alone

My older brother and sister-in-law celebrated their wedding anniversary this week, which meant Nick and I got to babysit our niece for the first time.  We partied like animals, singing Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star while changing into PJs at 6:45 PM and reading not one, but two books before bed.  She is just heaven to be around.

Home Improvement

Much of the rest of the weekend was spent working on wedding projects and trying to rectify the broken sink situation.  We made two trips to Home Depot and managed to sneak in a little fun between visits to the faucet aisle.  There is so much to see and touch (and break) in that store.  I was tempted to buy a pink ride-on pony from the Christmas section, but refrained.  Instead, we picked up some PVC pipe for mobility and Crossfit practice at home.  It will also come in handy when I want to turn off the light switch without getting up from the sofa.  Just kidding.  Mostly.

Home away from home

 

We spent this morning at Clark’s home away from home, the local children’s hospital where he does his therapy dog visits.  I can think of no better way to pass a rainy Sunday morning than watching the kids snuggle with the Frenchie, feed him treats, tug on his ears, and hold him in their laps.  It makes my heart swell.

Home cookin’

At the risk of tooting my own horn, I’m very excited to share that On Tap for Today was included in the North Atlantic edition of the Whole Foods Market 2012 Holiday Magazine’s “On the Web: Fresh Voices” feature, along with my pal Caitlin and the lovely We Are Not Martha girls.  I’m really grateful to the team at Whole Foods for including me, and was sure to pick up a few copies today after grabbing groceries at River Street.

On the menu tonight?  Enough vegetarian chili to feed an army.

 

Homemade

What would Sunday night be without a do-it-myself manicure?

I live for rituals.  And weekends at home.

Also On Tap for Today:

  • Packing up goodies for Kasee, my #atxbos match
  • Getting ready for the week ahead
  • Seating charts 🙂

What’s your Sunday ritual?


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Today: What’s your fun fact?

[tweetmeme source=”elizabethev” only_single=false]Everyone should have a fun fact or two at the ready.  You never know when an elevator might break down or something, forcing you to make pleasant conversation with strangers.  This time of year, politics would be a natural go-to, but um… you don’t want to be trapped in tight quarters with someone who feels differently than you about the so-called “47%.”

A few of my favorite (non-polarizing) fun facts:

  • Barbie’s real name is Barbara Millicent Rogers.
  • The streets running perpendicular to the river in the Back Bay are in alphabetical order: Arlington, Berkeley, Clarendon, Dartmouth, Exeter, Fairfield, Gloucester.
  • A humming bird weighs less than a penny.
  • Have an extra wedding invitation?  Send it to the President and First Lady.  They usually write back.

Clark weighs more than a penny.  He is adored by Republicans, Democrats, and Independents alike, though.  I think.  A few Clark-specific fun facts on this lovely Thursday:

  • Clark has a tattoo.  What can I say?  He is one BAMF was bred to be a show dog and didn’t wear a collar or leash before we scooped him up.  He just pranced around freely.  His first name was Napoleon, so he has a little N on his hip.  Or whatever you call the inside of a dog’s hind leg.
  • His middle name is Manuel.
  • Clark loves to howl at sirens.  Want to see him in action?
  • A pet psychic told us that he loves Christmas (who doesn’t?) and Taylor Swift.  I used to leave the T. Swift Pandora station on for him while I was at work.  And then I came to my senses.
  • He doesn’t have a tail (it was docked before we got him, see also “Clark has a tattoo”).  This is very confusing to the kids he visits for pet therapy.  I never have a good answer.  So I talk about his middle name.

 

Also On Tap for Today:

 

Alright, let’s hear it.  What’s your fun fact?


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Today: I hate fall. But I like autumn.

[tweetmeme source=”elizabethev” only_single=false]I was in a hideous mood earlier this week (I’d blame lack of sleep over the weekend, but after dressing up like a flying squirrel on Saturday night, I slept until 10 the next morning.).  Clark was feeling salty too, mostly because he hates the rain.  And because I imagine his moods for him.  I figured I’d wallow in my grouchiness, and then get over it.  Wallowing, for me, always involves list making.

A stranger left this pumpkin in Fort Point last fall. It looked very cool, but smelled like a compost pile.

This is what I came up with.

11 Reasons Why I Hate Fall:

  1. Fall colors are ugly.  Brown?  Orange?  That’s like a rotting pumpkin.  Which brings me to…
  2. I don’t like the taste of pumpkin.
  3. Why are people freaking out about pumpkin flavored coffee?  And pumpkin beer?  And pumpkins?
  4. I am allergic to wool.
  5. Boston is full of college students.  I feel old.  And nostalgic.  And old.
  6. All those leaves on the ground?  They’re slippery.  I will probably fall.
  7. I am allergic to something in addition to the aforementioned wool.  I don’t know what it is, but it just sprouted or hatched or grew or whatever.  I am itchy.
  8. I dislike squash.  And zucchini.  I wish berries and tomatoes were perpetually in season.
  9. I’d rather wear skirts than pants.
  10. Things always expire in the fall.  My parking pass expired on August 31st and my new one was denied because the person at the parking desk thought I was a student pretending to be a grown-up.  Then it was approved.  Seven days later.  I was annoyed.  Also, I accidentally ate expired Greek yogurt on Tuesday.  Use your imagination.  It wasn’t good.
  11. It’s sort of cold, but sort of hot, and sort of dry, but also humid.  My body (specifically, my hair) is confused.

I could have probably continued on to number 12, or number 40, but this whole exercise was not especially helpful.  In fact, I felt even more hideous than when I started.  I decided to make a second list, wherein I would call fall autumn, because it sounds more lovely.  And not unlike a middle school classmate from the late eighties or early nineties.

9 Reasons to Not Hate Autumn

  1. I am getting married in November (that’s a big one, obviously).  When we booked our date, people were like, Ooooh, fall colors!  Beautiful!  I got a lot of practice burning these same people with my eyes of death.  (See number 1 above.)  In all seriousness, though, I just cannot wait.
  2. After the wedding, we get to go on our honeymoon, which is a great way to bring sexy summer back.  Yeah.
  3. Soccer starts after a two week hiatus (um… our team didn’t make the playoffs last season…).
  4. Glutino makes a gluten free stuffing.  Which means I can freely overeat on Thanksgiving.
  5. Fall races are less sweaty than summer races.
  6. Apple picking (not a sentence, but I am going to punctuate it regardless).
  7. Nick turns 30 this fall, which makes us the same age again, meaning I don’t have to feel creepy for a whole five months.  My mother and sister also have fall birthdays.  They’re so cute.
  8. I have jury duty (and inevitably, I will be impaneled, knowing both my luck and inability to make up believable lies)… that’s always interesting.  I was on a jury for a medical malpractice case a few years ago and almost fainted.
  9. Leggings are socially acceptable in certain situations again.

I’m still recovering from the yogurt thing, but my mood has improved.  Daydreaming about a honeymoon (and jury duty?) will do that.  As for Clark?  He still hung up on his singular reason for hating fall: this jacket.

Please don’t call Sarah McLachlan on me.

Also On Tap for Today:

What do you love most about fall autumn?


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Today: Down the road to #HLS12

[tweetmeme source=”elizabethev” only_single=false]Healthy Living Summit weekend is upon us!  It didn’t occur to me that it was weird to be staying in a hotel that’s running distance from our condo until, well, yesterday.

Though I could have saved some straight cash, homey (never gets old… for me, at least) by staying at home, I know that I’ll be more present to all that’s going on by being on site, rather than going to and fro, trying to fit in other regular weekend activities.  Like laundry.  Having a place to shower after tomorrow’s wod is an added bonus.  Speaking of CrossFit, and by natural extension, Reebok…

Go big pink or go home.

I swung by the hotel after work yesterday to help out a bit with swag bag stuffing and catch up with a few of my favorite blog pals before the Summit kicks off in earnest today.  A few of us lucky team members got first dibs on these sweet RealFlex kicks, which Reebok kindly provided for everyone attending.  You know how I feel about Reebok.  And you know how, welp, everyone feels about swag.  There are going to be some happy bloggers in town this weekend.

With a pretty packed schedule, I’m looking forward to continuing to pretend I am entering tonight’s dance off (and then slinking away at the very last second), getting schooled at tomorrow’s sessions, workouts with Jared from Reebok CrossFit ONE and Ultimate Bootcamp, catching up and connecting with friends old (and hopefully… unless I go through with the dance off and scare the crowds off) new.

But first, I should probably finish packing (and put an end to the one woman nerd festival I’ve been having with my label maker) so I can spend a little quality time with my pet monster.

Before I head, um, a mile and a half down the road.

Also On Tap for Today:


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Today: 21 hours.

[tweetmeme source=”elizabethev” only_single=false]Monday was a long day.  I was awake (and mostly functioning) for 21 hours straight.  When you’re up and about for that long, you’re bound to see some shi things.

4:00 AM Nick was planning to take an early class at CrossFit Southie, so when I woke up for no reason, just an hour before his alarm would go off, I knew my chances of falling back to sleep were slim.

5:45 AM When my alarm went off as Nick was heading out the door, I wrangled the Frenchie and took him on an extra long walk through the neighborhood.  We saw not one, but two dead pigeons.  That seems to be happening a lot lately.  It’s a bit concerning.

7:40 AM I was off to work in record time, and about to turn the corner to my office, when the biggest rat I have ever seen came sprinting towards me.  It was as big as, like, my dog.  Or Splinter from TMNT.

The last time I was that close to a rat (this is gross, but I am going to tell you any way), it had been run over and flattened next to my car.  It was winter time, and the puddle that the flat rat came to rest in eventually froze over.  It was there for weeks.  I had to find a new parking spot.  When the ice thawed, and my overwhelming fear of that dead rat waned, I went back to my normal parking habits.  Little did I know, the dead rat was still there.  One evening, after I had locked up the office, a strong gust of wind lifted the rat and hurled it straight at me.  I think I blacked out, because I don’t really remember what happened after that.

Anyway, Monday’s rat was very much alive and, fortunately, never made contact with my body.  I couldn’t help, however, but to enter a spiral of irrational fears.  What if the rat came back while I was out grabbing the newspaper (I am an old man) at lunch?  Maybe it would catch me by surprise, and bite my ankle, and then I’d have to miss my soccer game.  And probably, I would get rabies.  Or something.  Once I start worrying, and my imagination takes over, it’s hard to stop.

8:00 AM – 5:30 PM Fortunately, my workday was productive and largely uneventful.  Mostly because I skipped my lunchtime walk and stayed firmly indoors.  Two dead pigeons and giant rat?  I was not taking any chances.

5:45 PM I got home just in time to give Clark’s talons a quick trim, his coat a quick brushing, and his ears a quick cleaning.  The little dude has to look his best when he’s making his therapy dog rounds.

We spend an hour and a half visiting some great kids at a local hospital.  I don’t think either of us wanted to leave when our time was up.  It’s so incredibly moving to see children– up against so much– delight in rubbing Clark’s ears and crouching down on the floor to kiss his wrinkly face.  They were curious about his missing tail (perhaps he is, too), whether or not he could fight a lion (I suspect not), and what he keeps in the pouch on his therapy dog vest (treats, obviously).  Clark was in his glory.  I likely would have only been awake for 20 hours, but I had to stay up an extra hour to tell Nick all about it.  I can’t wait for our next visit.

7:30 PM I contemplated taking a nap before my soccer game, but instead I watched half an episode of Real Housewives of New Jersey.  Why do they wear so much under brow highlighter?  Puzzling.

8:45 PM I was about to head out the door for soccer, when I received a very important FaceTime call.  From my three week old niece.  When an infant calls, you answer.

11:30 PM Though we lost our playoff game, we had a great 11 v. 11 season.  It was nice to play on a big field again.  I won’t miss being out so far past my bedtime, however.  I had to employ my very best “stay alert and awake” tactics for the ride home (Call Me Maybe at full volume, a handful of Haribo gummy bears, and the AC cranked as high as it would go).

When I finally made it back to my warm bed, I felt like I had been awake for 400 hours.  In truth, it had only been 21.  And that was plenty.

Also On Tap for Today:

Which critter are you most afraid of?  Snakes?  Spiders?  Teresa from RHONJ?


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Today: Back floats and naps, box jumps and lunges.

[tweetmeme source=”elizabethev” only_single=false]After a quick back float in Boothbay Harbor, I’m back and better than ever probably just my same old self.

Salt water is good for your soul.  So are naps, especially when you have a Frenchie to serve as your alarm clock.

We were only Downeast for 48 hours before returning to the city, but we made sure to get our fill of swimming, lounging, and snacking.

Nick and I had to get back to Boston for our day-long Pre-Cana (marriage prep for Catholics, required if you’re getting married in the church) on Saturday.  And, um, we were also anxious to catch as most of the Crossfit Games as possible.  God before wods, though… obviously.

I am in awe of how strong, fit and focused all of the competing athletes are.  Watching various parts of the Games served as great motivation.  We hit up Crossfit Southie together on Sunday morning and, though I am still scaling my workouts on the easier side, I completely crushed it, finishing in 6:17.  Apparently I have a strong affinity for box jumps and lunges.

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They’re almost as much fun as back floats and naps.  Almost.

Also On Tap for Today:

What was the highlight of your weekend?


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Today: Summertime.

[tweetmeme source=”elizabethev” only_single=false]While Memorial Day may mark the unofficial start to summer, today is the real deal.  Happy Summer Solstice, ladies and gents.  We reached 90 degrees in Boston, my hair was extra poodle-ly, I started sweating from my elbow creases while walking to get the mail, and my dog needed to be carried back inside after a short prance around the block.  Yep.  Summer’s here.

We celebrated the solstice– and more importantly, Tina‘s birthday– at the Liberty Hotel’s Yappier Hour this evening.  While this may not be bulldog weather, Clark made the most of his time with Murphy and a yard full of other dogs.  And a horse Great Dane.

When Clark hit the deck, we knew it was time to get the little dude back in the air conditioning.  We’re enjoying the rest of the first day of summer with a big pitcher of water and a few frosty treats.

Knowing not everyone is safe and cool indoors during this heatwave, please be sure to check in on loved ones and those most vulnerable.  For more information about helping the homeless during extreme heat, please click here.

What’s cooler than being a good neighbor?

Also On Tap for Today:

How are you spending the real start of summer?