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Feeling Foggy

Have you ever had days where your mind feels more than a smidgen awry, and you think, “Who the hell am I?”

Of course, I could be feeling foggy for many reasons. Shall I count the ways?

  • My head’s a little shaken from my rugby game this afternoon. We were missing a couple of key players, so it was rough and everyone got considerably banged up.
  • I was drunk on Friday night. Not that unusual for a college student, but I don’t drink often, and I didn’t plan for it while eating dinner (read: did not eat bread to soak up the alcohol!) so 2 shots and I was done for.
  • I pulled an all-nighter to write a paper on Thursday night. In my defense, I had dance rehearsals & performances every night that week, and I didn’t start the paper until 1 a.m. Ok, that’s a pitiful defense.
  • I’ve been listening to Ree Drummond’s The Pioneer Woman on my iPod. Ergo, my head is spinning with dreams of my own real-life romance with a cowboy.
  • My mom and my sister are coming to visit in a week, so I need to finish my final paper for class before they arrive. Good thing analyzing Ramakrishna’s mystio-erotic spirtuality through the lens of Hindu masculinity will be an exciting paper to write!

Who the hell am I?

School-produced vegetarian goodness! That blue dot conveys how local the ingredients are; I think the blue is the closest?

The dinner that was not sufficient to withstand alcohol a couple hours later. Being a lightweight is both a gift and a curse!

Not just an egg..

An egg on top of a spinach, onion, mushroom, & chickpea salad. It was lovely.

And yes, it was really sunny that day! Hence the summery, east-coast-y dress. Topped with a J.Crew sweater, no less. You can take the girl outta Connecticut...

Pear & PB oats. I stirred in a spoonful of plain greek yogurt at the end that made them really gooey!

Golden delicious.

Orange. It tasted amazing when I was very slightly hungover.

Roasted brussels sprouts! It's been too long.

Post-rugby spinach with chickpeas, brussels sprouts, & nutritional yeast.

Despite the fog, here’s what’s making me happy at the moment:

My roomate did not pick up ORGANIC spinach like I asked, but for the first time I'm having Popeye-mascot-branded spinach!! How cute!

On that note, the apartment fridge is STOCKED. Can you spot the questionable purchases?

Not only did I roast brussels sprouts today, but I prepped my smoothie for tomorrow morning!

I enjoy creeping on my roommates playing frisbee. The mountain background is irresistably epic!

And last but not least…

I can't wait to keep listening to this on my way to school tomorrow! Yum.


Anything not-so-nice about your weekend worth ranting about?

What is your opinion on frisbee?



Do, a deer, a female deer

“Let’s start at the very beginning; a very good place to start.”

I’m pretty sure Julie Andrews (ahem, Maria) was singing that song at a picnic lunch, therefore most likely already caffeinated with “tea, a drink with jam and bread,” this morning I was practically singing, because I woke up at 7:30 am. That’s the earliest I’ve been up in quite a while! Falling asleep at 10 pm has its benefits.

Some Fitnessista-adapted, Snackface-influenced “cookie dough” cereal.

1/3 cup rolled oats twirled with a scoop of peanut butter, 1 banana, cinnamon, and soy milk.

Not that interesting, but it sat well for a soon-after workout.

I went to a BodyCombat class at the gym; I hadn’t in years! One word: ENERGY.

I love how the class never seems to stop; I love the ear-exploding volume of the techno music; I love the way roundhouse kicks remind me of my childhood Tang Soo Do training. I love being surrounded by really tough-looking women.

Most of all, I love being completely drenched in sweat.

(Without the immediate onset of pain.)

I was completely energized when I fled the gym to get back home; I was delayed by a train crossing and a neglected need for gas, but eventually, my sister and I were on our way to a distant land:

A 4.5 hour gymnastics clinic for her. Hehe.

In the car, we had your typical sister-to-sister chat: boys, drinking, school, the usual. It was past noon by this time and a lengthy drive, so I chomped on some almonds in the car and she ate her typical pb&j.

I dropped her off like a good soccer mom chaffeur for the day and drove on to explore my surroundings.

I didn’t find downtown Wallingford, or downtown Yalesville, but 1o miles down Rte. 68 I was in Cheshire and passing a nice little complex of shops. Stepping out of my car, I contemplated walking around a little bit.

Ok, fine, I just walked into the first cafe I saw. It was cold, and this was cute.

Gourmet salads?! Done.

I got the Little Red Roasted Salad, which had mixed greens, roasted red peppers, cucumbers, carrots, candied almonds, and blue cheese.

I didn’t eat most of the blue cheese (not a fan) and I still don’t love paying $8.25 for a salad, but it was a nice little place.

In fact, the owner saw the book I was carrying…

(It tells the story of Nelson Mandela’s rise to power and his use of rugby to unite South Africa; if you’ve seen the movie Invictus, this is the book it’s inspired by)

….and she told me that she’d been to New Zealand and watched an All-Blacks game! The New Zealand All-Blacks are probably the most well-known (and scariest) mens rugby team in the world. I need to see one of their games in my lifetime, if only to witness their performance of the Haka.

Anyway, that book kept me occupied for a few hours in the cafe. Could you blame me? It was cozy!

I only like orange when it's covering a wall.

And the art was precisely the style I adore!

Organized yet edgy, with lots of color.

I had an apple at some point.

And I couldn’t leave without a latte:

(note: Erica, please accept that you have a milk sensitivity. Just because a cafe has no soy milk, that’s no reason to forget that skim will screw you up)

Return to soccer mom gym sister land:

What’s my true calling? Oprah, work your magic.

On the drive home, my mom called my sister with stellar, out-of-this-world amazing news.


It’s not her first choice, but it’s a great school, and it’s somewhere. A huge weight has been lifted off all of our shoulders.

And so the planned Mexican dinner with Dad became a celebration!

Chips and salsa, obvi.

Salad (I ate around the cheese. The herb dressing was superb!)

Asteco (Soup of the Gods): This was okeydoke. Lots of chickpeas and white beans in semi-spicey broth.

And it wouldn’t be a dinner out if I didn’t eat all the veggies off of my sister’s plate, which was the salmon fajitas.

The rest of the night included a rendevous with friends, violent card games, late-night shenanigans at Denny’s, and plenty of sexual innuendo.

Now I’m ready to go back to “do,” if you will. Auf wiedersehen and have a fabulous Sunday!

Question: What’s your favorite musical? Sound of Music is up there, but South Pacific will always be my favorite.


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