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Today: Lies and surprises.

I had to take a little hiatus from The Weekend According to Instagram, mostly because I avoided Instagram and limited most forms of communicating with strangers online for the past two weeks, so as to not ruin the surprise part of my sister’s surprise shower.  (That was a long sentence.  I am making up for lost time posts.)

I bet it was a lot easier to surprise people before electricity was invented.

Somehow, though, we pulled it off.  But not without a lot of lying.  A lot.  Lies and surprises go hand in hand, I am learning.  I’ll tell you all about the food (complete with a recipe for roasted sweet potato salad) and decorations later this week, but first I need to come clean.

Lies I told my sister during the past 24-48 hours:

  1. We are going to surprise you for your bachelorette, but your shower is going to be the last weekend in April.
  2. I am stressed out (at this point, semi-not a lie, but mostly a lie) and can’t make it to our cousin’s shower (which is where she thought she was going yesterday) so Dad is going to pick you up.
  3. Someone (I think I specifically said “an idiot”… so I not only lied, but was mean) accidentally posted about your surprise bachelorette on Facebook, so please don’t log into your account.  Ever again. (In reality, multiple people posted about my cousin’s actual shower, thus threatening to topple our very delicately built house of lies.)
  4. I am at my office and I am very stressed out.  (I was at my parents’ house, unpacking glitter and cupcakes.)
  5. And when she texted to say she was on her way to my office to surprise me with tea: I, um… am still stressed out but I just left my office.
  6. I will talk to you tomorrow (or in an hour, when you arrive at your own shower) and yes, I will download that stress management app you recommended.

I was so relieved when Andrea finally walked through that door.  Who needs a stress relief app when you have that smile to look at?  She is going to be the most beautiful bride.  Being her sister really has been the joy of my life.  And that’s no lie.

Also On Tap for Today:

What was the last lie you told?

Today: Freshly showered.

[tweetmeme source=”elizabethev” only_single=false]I am as grateful as I am lucky, which is to say, very.  All of my lovely bridesmaids were in town this weekend, along with family and friends, to host the most wonderful bridal shower.  In short: I laughed, I cried (only a tiny, tiny bit… and they were happy tears), I got nail caviar.  I am still overwhelmed by everyone’s generosity.  I really am so grateful, and so lucky.

Nick and I started the weekend at CrossFit Southie, where I was able to increase my PR by 10lbs for the power snatch.  After a few really helpful coaching cues, I have improved significantly on that Olympic lift.  That’s one of the best things: if you work hard, you’ll continue improve and grow stronger.  After sweating like a beast, I had less than an hour to transform into a beauty.  Thank goodness for mascara.  And antiperspirant.

I traded my new lightweight training tank (a gift from my friends at Reebok) for this cute eyelet sundress (what good is a selfie without a photobomb from a random stuffed French bulldog?).  Side note 1: Stuffed animals totally creep me out.  But this one is a Frenchie.  And the proceeds benefitted a charity I love.  Side note 2: I am a natural frowner.  Those mouth corners seem to go down, even when I’m smiling.  And smizing.

Kristine picked me up just before one o’clock for a manicures, pedicures, Prosecco and lots of catching up at Bliss.  It was the perfect way to spend an afternoon.  It’s hard to believe it’s been a whole seven years since she traded Boston for New Jersey.  I miss living downstairs from her, and being able to see her at the drop of a hat (what a weird expression).  If I thought I could trick everyone into coming back home, I’d get married more often.  Sort of.

After plenty of pampering, we grabbed a bite to eat and did some browsing on Newbury Street before heading to my sister’s apartment.  Andrea, Katie, Meg, Kristine and Colleen had dangerously strong cosmopolitans, snacks, and plenty of Michael Jackson waiting, as well as some fun little surprises.  We enjoyed a lovely dinner and lots of laughs.  Pink prosecco?  Yes, please.  This little lady loves bubbles.

The next morning we headed home for the most lovely shower.  From the centerpieces (straight from my parents’ garden) to delicious food and incomparable company, it was just the perfect day.  I was spoiled rotten.

I’ve said it before, and I know I will say it again.  I am the luckiest.

Also On Tap for Today:

Are your dearest friends nearby, or far away?

Today: OMG! Baby koalas!

Remember when I was like, OMG!  Baby hippos!?  Baby hippos are like my secret weapon for battling grouchiness, stress, headaches and gangrene.  Actually, they don’t battle gangrene, but they do cure just about everything else.  If you don’t believe me, click the link and see for yourself.  You can’t not smile.  Today, I am going to offset that double-negative with something almost as cute a baby hippo.

I give you… OMG!  Baby koalas!

Holy crap.  This one just popped out of nowhere!

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And this one.  It’s holding on for dear life.  I want twelve.  I’ll pass on the thumb ring, though.

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Okay, I think this one just hatched.  It hasn’t grown into its fingers yet.  They’re really long and sort of un-koala looking.

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These two are the Tia and Tamera Mowry of the koala community.  Twins!

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Wait, this one definitely just hatched.  And it comes with its own Snuggie!

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This one has really good balance!  It looks extra fluffy, too.

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I think this one is looking for some food.  Eucalyptus, probably.

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I’m huuuungry!  For real!

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Ahhh! It’s a baby koala backpack attack!

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I guess baby koalas like to spoon.

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Can you stand to see one more?  They like to kiss, too!

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I’ve heard that koalas get sort of high on eucalyptus, and sometimes they are so relaxed that they fall right out of their trees.  I feel like I am high on cuteness. Maybe, if you have a real baby, you can dress him or her like a baby koala.  Just an idea.

I don’t think I’ve even seen a koala in real life, but I know my sister has.  She studied in Australia and (jealoooous) got to see them all the time.  Apparently they’re not as friendly and snuggly as one might think.  She said they are pesky like raccoons.  And they bite.  And sadly, they end up as roadkill occasionally.  I would probably cry if I saw that.  What else can I tell you… let’s see… once she held a grown-up koala named Desmond (extremely jealooooous).  If I think of any other koala facts or hearsay, I’ll be sure to let you know.

In the meantime, enjoy the baby koalas.  And hippos.

Also On Tap for Today:

If you could have any member of the animal kingdom as your personal pet, which would you choose?

Today: Some days you’re the bug.

[tweetmeme source=”elizabethev” only_single=false]Some days you’re the bug, and some days you’re the windshield. Splat.

I probably should have warned you about this.

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Yesterday, I was running late, which seems to be the theme of the week, and was just about to make the bed and dash out the door, when our dog barfed all over our freshly laundered duvet cover.  Bugs are always going somewhere, are likely adverse to the odor of dogvom (aren’t we all?), they’re short and they eat weird stuff.  So.  Yesterday (and most days), I was the bug.  I broke not one, but two fingernails.  I paid $42.09 to gas up my tiny car.  I cried when I saw a homeless man’s shoelace break.  I got a paper cut from a Bed Bath & Beyond flier I was attempting to recycle.  I worked a 10 hour day and then had to host a 2 hour meeting. I was too lazy to run.  I had a stomach ache that could upend a cow.  I don’t even know what that means, but I am not going to delete it.

Yep, I was a big ol’ bug.

And then my sister reminded me (via gchat, from a law library not so far away) that I can control a bad day.  She suggested I listen to Mandy Moore’s “Candy.”  I didn’t, mostly because I try to maintain an atmosphere of professionalism.  I did, however, get her point.  With so much to be grateful for, it’s rather a waste to sit around moping (it’s okay to sit around mopping, though, that’s how floors get cleaned) about a few bumps in the proverbial road.

So today, even though I am wearing pantyhose (I’d like to schedule some face time with the person who decided these things were a good idea), I am going to check my attitude, swipe on some lip gloss, and pretend to be the windshield.  Except that hopefully I won’t unintentionally kill anyone/thing.

Also On Tap for Today:

Are you feeling like the bug or the windshield today?

Today: Meet Andi. And ANDI.

[tweetmeme source=”elizabethev” only_single=false] My sister’s name is Andrea.  When she had just hatched, I started called her Andi-Babes.  Most normal people just call her Andi.

 

Too cool for school, and just cool enough for this post.

If you spell her name with a –y or an –ie you will regret it.  If you live… to regret it.  Just kidding.  She’s my only sister and she means the world to me.  My brothers only mean a hemisphere to me, because I have two of them.  Just kidding again.  Full of laughs today, people.  Full of ’em.  Here are some more facts about Andi-Babesers.

  • When she was born, Andi had dark brown hair.  Then it turned blond.  Then I hovered over her cradle with a big pair of scissors, chopped off a bunch of her silky locks, and taped them to my doll.  My creativity runs deep.
  • When she was little, she had an imaginary friend named Chubby.
  • Andrea is in law school.  As soon as she passes the bar, she’ll probably sue me for telling you about Chubby.  And for the hair cutting incident.  Pretty sure that’s assault, brutha.
  • She was a freshperson at BC when I was a senior.  During her first semester, I promised to help her register for classes, but I accidentally got over-served the night before and then subsequently over-slept.  I like to think I taught her how to fend for herself.
  • Andi teaches me how to do things all the time.  Like tweeze my eyebrows.
  • She is Clark’s favorite person, I think.  Probably because she smells so good.

She just finished scoring this fruit salad on the ANDI scale.

Now that you’ve met Andi, I’d like to introduce you to ANDI.  Andi is short for Andrea, and ANDI is short for Aggregate Nutrient Density Index.  I haven’t had a chance to talk to Andi about ANDI (she’s busy taking exams), but I am sure she’d approve.  ANDI was developed and patented by Whole Foods’ Health Starts Here affiliate, Eat Right America, to score the nutrition content of… you guessed… whole foods.  On a scale of 1-1000, the index ranks the most nutritionally dense foods.  During the Eat Fit portion of Emily‘s F.I.T. House event last Saturday, we enjoyed delicious kale-based Shrek Shakes.  Apparently kale scores a perfect 1000 on the ANDI scale.

Also included on the list of top scorers are mustard/turnip/collard greens, watercress, bok choy, spinach, strawberries, blackberries, lentils, red kidney beans, radish, sunflower seeds, red peppers, tuna and bison (or as I like to call it, chicken of the plains).  The scale is a great tool for choosing the most nutrient-rich, bang for your proverbial buck, whole foods.  Like Andi, I think ANDI is pretty cool.

Also On Tap for Today:

What was your favorite TGIF show?

Today: Finish 7.5 mile race

Downhill

Mile 1: I listen to my usual starting line jam, Prince’s “Purple Rain.” It’s long, not too fast and I have no idea what it means, so that can be distracting in a good way. I get lost in pondering the lyrics and lose sight of my sister and Z’s mother. I pass the lot where my car is parked and consider dropping out and taking a nap.

Mile 2: Despite the high volume of runners, the start is a fast one and before I know it we’ve split from the 5k runners. One of the volunteers tried to re-direct a woman by yelling, “Seven! Seven! This way!” I think maybe this wayward runner was feeling similar to me, Why didn’t I sign up for the shorter course.

.. and is it too late to change my mind? I also think few people respond when a random number is being shouted at them. Lil’ Wayne’s playing as I pass the McDonald’s on Soldiers Field Road and I start thinking about french fries.

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Mile 3: I am running alongside the guard rail, so when I feel someone coming up behind me I am not sure how to move out of the way. I turn sideways to let this runner pass and see that it is an older man, wearing a Marines shirt and carring both the American flag and the Marines flag. He tapped my shoulder as he passed and said, “You’re doing great.” I watched him as he weaved through the crowd, making similarly encouraging comments to fellow runners as he passed. I feel a little emotional.

Mile 4: I think, Half way there! And then I think… Aaaaah! Only half way there?! I’m pretty sure (but can’t really remember) that by now I’ve crossed to the other side of the River into Watertown, having run through Allston, Brighton and a slice of Newton. Two girls wearing Super Fan tee shirts pass me. I think about my 3.5 years BC, which distracts me for about 3.5 seconds.

Mile 5: Just as start up the course’s only climbing hill, “I Second That Emotion” comes on my iPod and I can’t help but smile and think of my parents and dancing around in their kitchen. I reach the Mile 5 at the top of the hill and start to feel like the end is within reach. Gatorade, however, is not within reach, as all the speedier, greedier racers before me drank it all. I settle for a sip of water at the water station, nearly trip over my own empty plastic cup and keep on moving.

Mile 6: The mile marker reads “Mile 6: Free Beer at the Finish!” I feel like I might vom, partly because I just ran 6 miles and partly because I am now thinking about drinking a beer after running 7.5 miles. I’m listening to “Don’t Stop ’til You Get Enough” which seems like a good motivator. I think about Michael Jackson and how Uncle Dick probably would have found this all to be rather funny, especially the Herald’s “Fade to Blacko” headline. Then I see a dead bird.

Mile 7: I don’t remember there being a mile marker here, but that’s probably because I was preoccupied by what I can only describe as the wheels coming off. My nose is running. My skin stings from 7 miles of sweating. My hips, knees, shins and toes hurt. I think my ears are bleeding. Nope, that’s just more sweat. I click through my iPod until I get back to “Purple Rain” and finish the way I started, slow and steady. When I know I am close enough, I pick up the pace and cruise around the final bend, smiling. The sooner I finish, the sooner I can congratulate my sister (who finished well ahead of me and did amazingly), call my parents and give them the good news and thank Nick for all the motivation. And also, take a shower.

Also On Tap for Today:

  • Nothing. I mean it.

How do you make it through a long run?  Any suggestions for the iPod?

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