I’ve Fallen and I Can’t Get Up

The holidays are upon us, friends. In case you didn’t know it, you can just check my schedule and be reminded. Lawd, things get busy this time of year. This week I actually have THREE nights in a row where I have no obligations, and I don’t know what to do with myself. Last week I had zero free nights. Not that I’m complaining, because those non-free nights are usually filled with boozing and merriment with friends –so, they are commitments I’m willing to make. And even double-book.

This past weekend Dad came in on Friday afternoon. Mom was laid up with a bad cold at home and couldn’t come, so we promised not to have any fun.

We toured the Corsair Distillery here in Nashville, which was really fun. Oops – sorry Mom! It’s in the old Yazoo Brewery space for you Nashvillians. They make gin, whiskey, rum, moonshine, vodka…and probably six other things I’m leaving out. And you get to taste them all at the end. Yes – it’s as much liquor as it sounds like. It didn’t help that we had a high alcohol content beer while waiting on the tour to start – so by about 6:30 p.m. on a Friday I was ready to go to sleep. But, I had a parent to entertain! So, we went to J. Alexanders for dinner then home and watched the first episode of Breaking Bad – trying to get Dad hooked on this one.

Saturday morning Dad and I got up and went to the Girls on the Run 5K. He registered as a normal runner and I was running with my running buddy, Ava. She is the coolest third grader. She PR’d and bested her previous 5K time by 5 minutes! I was so proud of her and we had a great time running. Dad just barely missed the podium and came in 4th or 5th place overall, cause he’s a speed demon. No little girls beat him, which was really all he cared about.


Dad and I celebrated our athletic efforts with lunch at the Silly Goose (the Goose is Loose!) which I think he really enjoyed. We polished it off with some Jeni’s Ice Cream and his visit was pretty much complete. He headed back home that afternoon and Rog and I went to our first Chanukah dinner that evening!

We had the most delicious traditional Chanukah dinner – thanks Kate and Andy!

Sunday I had my Sunday Funday book club and baked approximately 1,000,000 sausage pinwheels. Seriously – I bought $35 worth of sausage, crescent rolls and cream cheese and just went to town. Consequently, also ate about 100 of them and now feel like poo.

Book Club was awesome, as usual. I love those girls. We did a book swap, too, which is always my favorite because the only thing better than a good book is a free good book! We do our big swap every six months and totally rack up. After about four hours of consuming wine, we also decided to hold our March book club in Palm Springs at Sally’s parents’ house. Sorry I’m not sorry my book club is cooler than yours.

Also, as 30 is rapidly approaching I’m acting more and more like an old lady every day. Last night in the dark I fell down (tripped over an ottoman that I suddenly forgot was there, even though it’s been there for a year or more) and banged my knee (my good knee) SO hard. Then this morning when I woke up I was laying there looking at my phone and I sneezed. I was sort of on my side and jerked my head in some funny manner when I sneezed, and damn near threw my back/neck out. Really? I couldn’t LIFT MY HEAD to sit up and get out of the bed. I just rolled onto my side and off the side of the bed. I landed with another solid “thud” on that same knee. Yes!

I guess I’d rather hurt my neck when I sneeze than pee on myself when I sneeze. That’s next, right? Old age.



For People Who Love Cocktails

One of the most fun and delicious events I’ve been to in Nashville since living here for seven years now is the Nashville Lifestyles Bartender Bash. I went last year with my friend Alice and it was the perfect girls’ outing. This year though, we’re letting the boys tag along.

It’s at Union Station Hotel, which is a beautiful venue, and bartenders from around town and Nashville’s finest eateries show you that there’s more to Nashville’s hot spots than good food — COCKTAILS! I mean, some of the things they whipped up last year were incredible. I can’t wait to see what this year holds! Here’s my recap from last year. (That post from last year also serves as a great reminder as to why I should never have short bangs again. Gross. WTF — all you people who call yourselves my real friends! NO).

Get your tickets now and join me — they’ll sell out! Beth over at Eat.Drink.Smile had a great write up about the event, today. The lucky little lady is judging the event. They’d have to call an ambulance if I got a full serving size of each cocktail — there’s no way I could have just a “tasting” of each. Heck no. Too yummy.

See you there, Nashville!


Don’t be Jealous of the Excitement around Here

This morning I was performing my usual Saturday morning routine on the couch. PJs, blanket, coffee, Food Network. All was right in the world. Then, a commercial came on and I about came unglued when I saw who is getting her own show on the Food Network.



That would be the one and only Pioneer Woman. I LOVE the Pioneer Woman. I want to be her. Minus all the children. She rocks my face. I can’t waaaait for this show and to watch her cook, but most of all, I can’t wait to peek inside her life on the ranch. I want to live on a ranch, brand cattle and wear Wranglers every day.

More details on the show HERE.

On the agenda for the rest of the day, a trip to Wal-Mart AND Costco. Things are about to get WILD up in here.


Tom Cruise – Use Your Witchcraft to Get the Fire Off Me

Oh the heat wave. I know I’m not telling you anything you don’t already know, but DANG the heat wave is about to kill me. I seriously think that I may just burst into flames sometimes – and not even when I’m running, but just when I’m conducting normal everyday activities like WALKING TO MY CAR.

Seriously – give it up, mother nature. I’m so ready for fall, which I am pretty sure will be non-existent and we’ll go straight to a frozen tundra. Just because, mother nature seems to have some sort of vendetta against us all, as of recent years.

I ran 2.5 miles yesterday. I was going to do 3, but 2.5 was the breaking point. I immediately sat down on a park bench to take off my knee brace (that thing adds about 20 degrees to my body temp, I’m sure of it), and someone asked me if I was ok. I was like “Yeah – I’m fine – why?” “Just checking.” When I got home and looked in the mirror, his concern for me became clearer, since I looked something like this.

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This morning when I woke up, it felt like I’d smoked 2 packs of cigarettes. I’m not even kidding. My chest was so heavy, my voice was raspy and I felt like my lungs had water in them (or were lined with ash). I run around West End normally, so I know the car exhaust is not friendly. But yesterday I made a conscious effort to avoid it as much as possible, and ran through Vandy’s campus and through Centennial Park – but the pollutants and haze must just be hanging at mouth-level, EVERYWHERE. Ugh.

Ah well – 2.5 miles in this heat is a victory. I waited until 7ish, and it was still 96 degrees and felt like well over 100 with sweltering humidity. Gag. I mean, I am by nature a sweaty, hot person. Even in the winter, I’m all about some cardigans or light sweaters that I can peel off and put back on throughout the day as needed. I love big, cozy sweaters but can only wear them if I’m sitting outside all day. So this is really about to kill me.

This afternoon we’re supposed to get a rain shower or thunderstorm that might bring the temp to 78. I think I’ll throw on a goose-down parka and go soak up the frigid temps.


Don’t Stop…Get it, Get it

Last weekend was my *gulp* ten-year high school reunion. Can’t believe it. I also can’t believe that I had THE best time. Well, yes I can actually. We Kingston people know how to party.

More photos to come, because I’m tired and think maybe still recovering (five days later) – but my shins were so sore when I came home, for three days I wanted to wear these.


And I did for a great deal of time. It says “to recover from dancing all night,” on the CEP compression sleeve box, right? My shins were more sore than they’d ever been from running. Probably because there were serious amounts of this…


…in these shoes.



Then again – at some point I did decide it was appropriate (and more comfortable) to just take my shoes off at the bar, and dance barefoot. I would like to thank the staff of Hanna’s in the Old City for their dedication to cleanliness, since I haven’t found any glass, etc. in my feet.

Till next time, kittens.