The life and times of me. Also known as: My quest to become more awesome.

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My apologies for the missed post yesterday. I had a very busy day that ended with booze so I sort of just went to bed. But you’ll get two posts today to make up for it!

So yesterday: I started early with a seven mile run. It felt alright but running in the heat and humidity is just all around more difficult than the glorious days of spring and fall. After that, JW and I tried out a new place for breakfast and then went to Dick’s and got me some sweet reflective 90’s style snap bracelets. JW worries about me running in the super early mornings. Then I went home and mowed the lawn, went to the store to get supplies for the evening, came home and cleaned the house (JW helped), made avocado and corn salsa and fresh lemonade, and then finally got myself presentable. After that, we went to some friends party for just a little while, had a super nice time with some excellent people, then went home and had some people over ourselves. There is a park pretty much in our back yard and the band America was playing last night! We had old friends and new friends come over and it was a lot of fun! And we got to hear Sister Golden Hair love from our back porch!

Anyway, I worked really hard yesterday and ended the day with a decent amount of Jack Daniels Tennessee Honey and Coors Light in my belly. So that’s why there was no blog post. I’ll try not to let it happen again. 😊

Tiny happy moment for Sunday, June 2:

German Bars

Yesterday my original plans fell through so JW and I took a trip across the river to this German bar called Hofbräuhaus. They brew their own beer and have really good food. It ended up being just the best afternoon. We each got a giant beer and we got soft pretzels with beer cheese. The best part? The live polka band that started playing. JW wants one to play at our wedding now. I still want 80s music. We’ll see about this.

You guys. I can’t stop buying nail polishes. I’ve purchased all of these within the last few weeks:

Hi Bella!

I suppose it could be worse but considering these are the first ones I’ve bought in literally years, I could probably show a little restraint too. Actually, scratch that. Yesterday when I bought that lovey bright blue, I stopped myself from buying a darker sapphire blue as well. And today I did not buy the awesome bright orange-red bottle of it that I was gazing at in Kroger. So I have shown a little restraint. Just not that much. Hey, at least I usually only buy polishes that are $3.00 or less, right? That’s my justification and I’m sticking to it.

I had an awesome day today. This morning JW and I went to the horse track and bet on a few horses in the Kentucky Derby. Then we came home and I planted some annuals in our window box and a small bed we have in the corner of our yard. I cleaned up the house and then we went to have some beers and watch the derby. One of my horses won! We’re still having some beers and hanging out so here is the following picture. It’s from the internet. You’re welcome.


One of my favorite websites to read is xojane. It is smart, touching, funny, helpful, and a million other adjectives that I’m having trouble coming up with right now. Truthfully, reading the articles on it had a large part in me starting this blog. I read it daily and follow a bunch of the writers on twitter (you can follow me if you’d like: @runbakelove). Today, while perusing the website, I came across this article. It’s about nostalgia and the Spice Girls and it’s funny and you should read it. The part that stuck out for me though, was when she says at the beginning that she thought anything British was way cooler than anything in the US. I thought so too. Sometimes I still do.

My British obsession started in high school, probably somewhere around the tenth grade. I already loved the Beatles and all of a sudden there was Oasis. I. Loved. Oasis. I still do. There is nothing like a little Don’t Look Back In Anger to get me into full-on sing-along mode. My friend Eric and I would go to Tower Records in East Lansing and pick up all of the British release-only singles and their boxed sets and videos and magazines featuring them. Noel was the songwriter and the one with a better voice and Liam was the sex god. I can still sing along with nearly every single song of theirs (at least the early stuff – not so much the later releases). I’m going to turn on Spotify and listen to it right now, in fact. Get ready JW. I’m about to belt out some shit.

Anyway, my Oasis obsession was only the beginning of my Brit-love. It lead to other things; books, movies, music, anything pop culture. Eric and I poured over it and absorbed it. Eric used to go to parties in college and pretend to be from England and see how many people would believe him. I pined over British celebrities and rock stars.

Over time, the obsession faded. It wasn’t anything I thought about constantly anymore. Sure, I still have Englishman crushes and whatnot but it doesn’t consume my life. Most of the time anyway. I still catch myself sometimes. After a sort of rotten breakup right before I graduated college, I thought for a while about trying to find a job there. Never mind that Florida ended up being too far away from my family. I don’t know what I would have done with an ocean between us. Every year at Christmastime I watch Love Actually and wish I had been born there. Everyone’s sense of humor is so dry and awesome. I watch Doc Martin on PBS. The London Olympics over the summer really didn’t help either. I’m already an Olympics junkie but stage it in England? Heaven. My newest bit to daydream over has been one of the contributors on xojane, Natalie. She uses awesome slang and writes about very British things. I love it. And I’ve always loved the accents. Don’t even get me started on those. Also, if you know me, you know that I am ghastly white year-round. The climate there would suit me well, I believe.

Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m proud of where I’m from and I love my friends and family. I think everyone has their daydream place in their heads. Most normal people would probably choose maybe someplace tropical. Not me, man. Well. Maybe sometimes. Usually though, it’s dreary old England, the magical land of dry and raunchy humor, boobs on network tv, and royalty. Someday I’ll go.

This week. Ugh. I couldn’t be happier that it’s over. Nothing really bad happened. In fact, good stuff happened. I hit the 20 lb. mark in my weight loss, my training and running has been feeling really good, and I’m getting really excited about my business plan again. Those are all awesome things.

I’ve just been in a super funk this week. I’ve been getting annoyed with things and people really easily and I just haven’t felt terribly motivated to get anything done. I’m not really sure what my problem is. I have been waiting for this weekend since Monday!

Now, don’t get me wrong. All of the awesome things I listed above have me completely stoked. And I have a bunch of things that I’ll be doing this weekend that have me excited. First of all, I got new running shoes today. I love new running shoes. Tomorrow, I’ll be getting up early and putting them to use with a nine mile run. I have some straightening up to do around the house (boo!) but then I’m going to start the refashioning of that sack of a dress I bought for $1.99. Later on, we’ll be getting together with some friends (friends that we haven’t seen in WAY too long) and going downtown to a beer festival. After that, we’re heading to the Night Owl Market (NOM) to check out the food trucks. Fun!!

Sunday, I’ll probably be baking and working in some other crafts and stuff. I really can’t wait.

So here’s to long weeks being over and fun weekends to look forward to. I’m going to bed pretty soon so I can get going on all I this fun that is waiting for me. And yes, I do think that running nine miles in the morning is going to be fun. Night, kids!