My First 

My first Mothers Day Weekend at a glance.    

 I have no complaints. 


It’s been a little over a month since I last posted anything here. I have no excuse. At all. I’ve been busy, but haven’t we all?

I suppose you can say that I have been lacking any real sort of motivation. I do have some ideas about how I’d like to shape this blog going forward – with new content, a cleaner layout, and most importantly, a regular posting schedule. And I am feeling the itch to get going again. It’s just…I’m not quite there yet. Maybe soon?

But today is the 12th day, of the 12th month, of the 12th year of the century. And it seems special. Please understand, I haven’t done anything special to commemorate the day. In fact, it’s been quite ordinary. I told my sister I was going to be 100% snark-free today and I feel like there is a correlation between those two things (being nice and having a boring day). But still. It seems special.

I hope you all had a lovely day.

And before I sign off, I’ll leave you with this:

This is Pepe. He is the sloth Adam and I met in Cartagena, Colombia last month. Details of the adventure will surely be forthcoming.


5’4″ and 98 lbs….

Nope. I’m not describing the height and weight of a petite Hollywood starlet. Instead, I’m referring to the height and weight of our 4th President, James Madison.

Good Lord was he tiny. *

I also learned this morning, that George H.W. Bush briefly considered naming Clint Eastwood as his running mate. Wouldn’t that have been interesting?

Thanks Internet factoids!

Anyway, this was basically a long-winded way of saying I hope you voted today. It’s your civic duty, and it’s important. And regardless who wins, I hope only the best for that man. Because, after all, he will be our President.


*I’ve read this is due to a childhood sickness that he never really recovered from. Which of course, isn’t to be taken lightly, but also, it doesn’t make for breezy blog reading.

Everyone Is Married

I’ve been all over the place lately. Most recently, I’m back from Atlanta, Georgia. If you’ve never been, you should consider it. Wonderful food (and drink), great shopping, and the end of the summer was pleasantly, but not overwhelmingly warm.

Anyway, happy Friday.

Also, here is a great tumblr page that I have recently discovered and obsessed over.
I don’t want to tell you how much I relate to it.

My Worst Nightmare

I got in a battle with a spider and turns out, that tiny foe kicked my ass. In my defense, it wasn’t just any spider. It was a Black Widow. That spider of my nightmares.

I’ve broken my collarbone before. And until yesterday, I honestly thought that breaking it was the most pain I would ever feel. Maybe apart from childbirth. I was no naive.

Black Widow, you win.

That would be my pinky finger, almost two days later. The swelling has actually gone down quite a lot. At one point it was the same size as my thumb. Right now, it’s still about double it’s usual size. There are also two little bite marks. I didn’t post a picture of that, because I can’t even look at it without feeling a million phantom spiders crawling on my skin.

Despite the swelling having gone down considerably, my finger still feels like it’s being stabbed with a million little needles. It’s painful to the touch. Which stinks, because it’s also tingly and itchy. But if I even blow on it, it feels like it’s just been set on fire. It’s also my left pinky….I’m left handed. You’d be surprised how often you engage your pinky during the day.

Oh yah. I also spent a few hours in Urgent Care getting pumped up with intravenous drugs and pain killers after several hours of it getting better, it suddenly got much worse.

My only hope is that I will come out of this looking like this:

My kind of Black Widow


The takeaway? Watch out when poking around dark window sills.

Too Much Fun Makes Andrea A Softy Pt. 2

I’m having a few technical difficulties today. My lost post cut-off the second half. So without further ado….

My Before pics (again, Warning! There is a lot of pale, sweaty, no makeup, skin here!)

Desired Results: I’m less concerned about losing weight and more concerned with toning up. I do weigh myself most mornings, because that seems to keep me in check – a few pounds added to a 5’0 frame add up quickly and make a big difference, so weighing myself helps me do damage control before it gets out of hand. But honestly, I’d like to see some muscle definition. And mostly, I want to work on my back and tummy area – I want to flatten those suckers up!

Day 1 down, 29 more to go!

Has anyone else had any experience with the 30 Day Shred program? I’d love to hear your thoughts.

Too Much Fun Makes Andrea A Softy

I’ve been truly enjoying my summer.  I’ve been slamming margaritas (and wine!), indulging in greasy, fatty food, sliding on the workouts, and as a result, I’ve become a little soft. And I don’t like it. I’m not bursting out of my clothes, but I’d like to feel a little less constricted. I’d also like to feel stronger. And slimmer.

Enter 30 Day Shred. I typically rely on yoga, running , and a sensible diet to get back into shape. But I’ve run into some problems with running (shin splits!) and have decided to tone it down for a little while. I’ve also developed some bad, lazy habits. And so I’m hoping that by following this plan for 30 days, it’ll get me into a new routine.

My plan: Complete a 30 Day Shred workout every day. My starting goal is to do 10 days at each level, but this may be subject to change. I will continue to take my dog on brisk walks for 30-60 minutes a day, longer on the weekends. And lastly, I’m going to clean up the eating. Apart from the weekends, I generally eat pretty healthy. BUT, I do drink a LOT of wine. I know this is probably the biggest single cause in my weight gain, and so I’m making an effort to replace it with sparkling water and green tea most evenings. Most. Not all.

As of July 12, 2012, these are my measurements:

Height: 5’0″
Weight: 105 lbs
Bust: 32″
Chest: 29″
Waist: 26″
Hips: 32″
Thighs: 19.5 (dislike!)
Upper arms: 10.5″
Forearm: 8.5″
Wrist: 5.5″

Based on these measurements I have an estimated body fat percentage of 24%. Technically it’s in the “fitness” range, but I’m really toeing the line of the “Acceptable” range. See for yourself:


And because, I’m a glutton for punishment: here are my Starting Pics:

(WARNING! These pictures were taken after my first 30 Day shred session. I’m super sweaty and not weaing any makeup. Proceed at your own caution.)

Best…or Greatest?

I mean… does it get any better?

I’ve been in this serious cooking rut, but with the days getting hotter, work getting busier, and always finding myself with a refrigerator full of cheese…it’s hard not to fall back on my old standard: the cheese plate.

I have plans to make something delicious this weekend (perhaps some pulled pork?). But until then, you’ll find me happily munching away on various plates of fruit, cheese, and the occasional deli meat.

I’m the very picture of health.

Playing That Funky Music

Usually I prefers my funk in the form of music. But this week? I’m straight up in a funk. Womp womp.

After spending a lovely, and I mean lovely, weekend with my dad and brother, I’ve found myself smack dab in a rut. Back to worrying about how I’m going to pay for rent x2 next month (current roommate is moving out in a few days, new roommate isn’t moving in for several weeks), how I’m going to handle the not-so-big-deal-but-still-sucks situation of having my car wrecked this week, how I can’t seem to shed those 5lbs that have crept up this year despite running and eating pretty healthy about 80% of the time (is it really that 20% that’s holding me back?!) , how my dog prefers the company of my boyfriend who is at my house maybe once a week, or how when I finally dress up, do my hair, put some makeup on nobody notices. I could go on, but you have probably maxed out your ability to roll your eyes further upwards into your head.

Okay. So I’m not homeless. I’m clearly not going hungry. I do have a car (held precariously together by duct tape, but still running!), and I have a loving family that would fly out in a second to be with me should I make the call. All in all, I’m not doing so bad.

But sometimes, a girl just has to vent. And despite what they tell ya, sometimes the dog just doesn’t cut it. (I swear he’s going through some teenage doggy stage where he is to cool for school to hang out with his human mom. Kids!)

On the plus side, it’s Wednesday and the weekend is fast approaching.

It’s a hard knock life, yo.


That would be the total amount of payments I have left across all of my student loans before I can say I’m debt-free.

To put this into perspective I’m 29 years old and 4 year out of law school. (Where has the time gone?!) Age of estimated pay-off puts me in my 50’s.

And you wonder why I drink so much wine.