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Current Book(s): I’m usually always reading between 2-4 books at one time. I literally (pronounced li-trally) have books in every orifice of my apartment, car, work desk, purse. Have books, will travel, right? I’m currently knee-deep in two amazing books: The Husband’s Secret by Liane Moriarty and Little Earthquakes by Jennifer Weiner. Both have kept me up until the wee hours of the morning (and have been my go-to when work has been on the slow side–perks of being a librarian, yo!).

Current Music: Just. so. much. Although the two songs that have been on the repeat the most have been A Great Big World’s Hold Each Other and The Civil War’s Poison & Wine. #AllTheFeels

Current Guilty Pleasure: I don’t really believe in guilty pleasures. I mean, hypothetically speaking of course, why would or should one feel guilty for polishing off a tub of raw cookie dough? Not this girl.

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Current Nail Color: It’s kind of a blueish purple. Blurple? Plue?

Current Drink: WINE!!!! Guys, I am now a wine drinker. Moscato to be exact. Never in a million years would I have thought that I’d be saying that. I feel so…adult.

Current Food: Lots of it.

Current Favorite Show: I actually have been so busy lately that I haven’t watched a lot of TV/Netflix, but a few nights this week I was able to catch the Tonight Show with my BFF Jimmy Fallon. HIL-ARIOUS, my friends. I’m in tears every time I watch his show. This was a fave of mine from earlier this week.

Current Wish List: If anyone has any extra Packers/Broncos tickets (or would like to contribute to the ‘Get Wendi to the Packers/Broncos game’ fund), I would love you forever. Also, Jerry Seinfeld is coming to Denver in December and I am dying to go. DYING! Not literally (li-trally), but it would be so amazing to see him again live.  I also wouldn’t be mad if I got this.

Current Bain of My Existence: This morning I decided to go for a run before work. Just a quick 7 miles, Wendi said. It’s only sprinkling out, Wendi said. Oy.

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Current Celebrity Crush: JIMMMMAHHHH (sorry, sort of an inside joke there). Forever and always crushing hardcore on Jimmy Fallon. A sense of humor is the way to this gal’s heart. Well, that and cookies.

Current Blessing: I know I say it a lot, but I truly have THE best family and friends in the history of ever. To say that I’m blessed would be an understatement. The kindness, the support, the silliness and randomness and unconditional love that the most important people in my life bring (you know who you are)? It’s just so ridiculously ahhmazing.

Current Slang: I literally (li-trally) can’t even right now. Ughhh. I know. I KNOW! I’m that girl.

Current Outfit: Skinny jeans, boots and plaid baby! Fall is upon us. Ughhh. I know. I KNOW! I’m that girl.

Current Excitement: Besides the fact that I finally got that piece of Corn Pop unstuck from my teeth, THERE IS JUST SO MUCH!!  My baby sis just signed a lease for her new apartment (hey girl, heyyy), softball playoffs are in full swing (pun intended), Halloween is right around the corner, my momma is coming out to visit in a few weeks, AND there’s a full bag of Candy Corn on my desk that’s calling my name. Life is good, y’all. Life is very good. 🙂

QOTD: What’s currently going on in your neck of the woods?

What’s Your Trademark?

“Dude, I am going to go full-on beast mode on this burrito!”

“Heading to the gym, babe. Gonna beast-mode it up.”

“Did you see what that guy was wearing?! He was totally rocking that polyester suit beast-mode style.”

Beast mode (adj.): A mode of awesomeness; A pure blank state of mind, in which you become greater (more beastly) than anything else that stands before you. Derived from the original beast: Prince Fielder (when he played for the Milwaukee Brewers).

Okay. Maybe he wasn’t the original beast, but he was definitely my favorite. Let us take a moment to remember and respect how amazing this was. The Brewers may be down one of their beasts, but we definitely have a host of others who are about to do a repeat on 2011’s National Championship run. But this time we’re going all the way. World Series, baby.

Beast-mode style.imagesCA6ZIGUUBut back to my story.

I have a dear, dear friend, let’s call him Joe, who insists on beast-moding his conversations as often/much as he can. In fact, I don’t there is ever a time when he doesn’t use the beastly phrase.

“I went all beast-mode vacuuming today.”

“Pumped my gas like a beast!”

“Decided to beast-mode it up on that Harry Potter book. 787 pages ain’t got nothing on me!”

See what I mean?

Now I’ve seen and heard other people use this phrase. Heck, even I have been known to beast-mode it up from time to time, but my good friend Joe does it all. of. the.time.

Seriously.

It’s almost like it’s his signature thing, his trademark if you will.

This got me thinking (like a beast)…

Do I have a signature thing? A trademark?

And if so, what is it?

Tina Fey has her glasses.

Jerry Seinfeld is known to have quite the Superman collection. (Not that there’s anything wrong with that.)

Lindsay Lohan has an affinity for mug shots.

Garfield has his lasagna.

But me?

I’m not quite sure what my trademark would be.

I do have the tendancy to reveal my Midwestern upbringing, sprouting out phrases like, “Oh yah knooowww” and “Furrr shurrrre.” The more I surround myself with my Minnesota/Wisconsin people, the more it comes out.

And strong, doooon’t yah knowww?!

Strong as, say, a beast?

I also am known to knock back a pint….of ice cream.

But I’ve got to say, I think that if I could trademark myself in anyway, it would definitely have something to do with books. I’m never without one, am reading at least two at three at once, and have an apartment that is currently imploding on itself for shear lack of space due to said books. Not to mention the fact that everyone over at Tattered Cover knows me by name (think Norm from Cheers, but instead of chugging back beers, it’s books).

Some would venture to say that I am even a bit of a book hoarder, but I would just like to think of myself as an avid booklover, bookworm, book collector, book…well, yes, maybe a bit of a hoarder.

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But that’s okay.

After all, it’s my trademark 😉

So tell me, friends. What is your signature? Your trademark?

 

 

Ahhh…What’s Up Doc?

Hi.

Or rather, “Hhheeelllllooooo” as Jerry Seinfeld likes to say (He totally made the right choice by the way! The voice is amazing!)

I hope everyone’s Thursday is going fantabulous! It’s Friday-Eve already! Man this week went by faster than Willie Coyote!

Let’s talk about carrots, shall we.

Yes, I said carrots.

They are probably one of my all-time favorite veggies (and I think this guy will agree with me on that).

I can grow through bags and bags of those little mini carrots a week, sometimes in a day. Speaking of those baby carrots, does anyone know how they get to be that little? They’re so cute! Are they grown to be that size or are they just the misfits, the Charlie Brown trees of the vegetable family? Either way, I love ’em! Not only are they tasty, but they are pretty darn good for you, full of vitamin C and B12, carrotine (ha, get it? CARROTine? Yeah, that was pretty lame) and fill-you up fiber.

I have always loved this orange veggie, but not for the best of reasons. You see, the simple carrot is a food that is relatively low in calories yet it fills me up, making me think that my stomach is pleasantly full and happy. There was a time when all I would eat for lunch (I know, I can’t believe it now either!) were these said carrots. My wicked roommate ED told me that as long as I was eating something, it didn’t matter what it was. And don’t even think about dressing them up in lip-smacking good peanut butter or ranch. That was a big No-No in her book.

But carrots were just the start. There was also a time when I found myself buying and eating those cardboard-like contraptions called rice cakes. Now, no offense to anyone out there who enjoys these flavorless crackers; I am sure they can be quite lovely, but I can’t stand them. Did that stop me from eating hordes and hordes of them though? Nadda. ED thought they were amazing! They basically were air in the form of a cake. I could eat as many as I wanted because they didn’t have any of the F word (fat) and very little of the C word (calories). These were miracle foods in her eyes, “health” foods. From now on, she dictated that I only allow myself the aforementioned and sometimes crazy and outlandish “health” foods. For a good long while, along with some other of ED’s chosen flavorless and funless foods (i.e. plain chicken, salads,  and carrots’ cousin, the celery stick), I shoved my face, pretending that I was actually enjoying what I was eating….

…that is, until I finally realized WTFudge am I eating?!

I’m so over just eating “health” foods. Don’t get me wrong, I still love eating good-for-you foods and I will never give up my baby carrots, but there are times when I want a hamburger, gosh darn it! I want that Ben & Jerry’s Chunky Monkey!

Please let me reiterate that I’m not writing this to offend anyone who actually genuinely enjoys the foods that I’ve been hating on,  I’m just trying to save those of you who hate these foods but feel compelled to eat them anyway (aka, me). If anything, this post is just a means of self-reflection and coming to terms with why I have chosen to eat these kinds of foods in the past. I’ve wasted so much money on specific foods, not because I want to eat them, but rather, because I feel like they’re healthy and I should be. And that’s not A-Okay in my book!

Right now I’m trying to normalize eating and, as I’ve said before – everything is fair game. There are so many wonderful foods out there that I want to rediscover, and I don’t want to limit myself to the “healthiest foods” that I dread eating. You only live once, folks.

Let’s look at it this way: Would you vacuum your house if you didn’t have to? Okay, my mom actually probably would, but she’s a rare case. Bad example. Would you get your teeth pulled if you didn’t have to? I don’t think so. And definitely NOT my wisdom teeth. Yowzas that was a bad, bad experience. I didn’t just have chipmunk cheeks, I had Honey I Blew Up the Kids Chipmunk Cheeks. Those suckers were huge! And boy did they hurt like a son of a gun!

To me, that’s the same concept as eating something that you don’t want to (bearing in mind you don’t have any dietary intolerances, obviously).

But really, why do anything that you don’t want to if you don’t have to?

Working out is another great example. Okay, I know “you need to work out to keep your heart healthy, yada yada yada”. That’s fine, I agree. But you don’t need to run marathons, lift heavy weights, or even do yoga if that’s not what you’re in to. If you like these things, do it, if you don’t, don’t.

I love running but it wasn’t always for the best of reasons. Now, I am just relearning to enjoy exercise, not for how many C words it is burning, but just the way just moving makes me feel. I love the great rush of endorphins and the accomplishment I get after having finished a swim or jog or benching 50 lbs. (No lie! I did that today! i couldn’t even lift the bar before! I’m getting guns and I am not afraid to use them!  That’s me. I wake up in the morning and I feel like moving, most of the time that is. Whether it be walking my dog, going for a swim or just dancing around in my skivies– they’re all one in the same and fulfill what “exercise” is supposed to be intended for: strengthening your body and mind.

Friends, nothing in life should feel like a chore if it doesn’t have to be. Eating, working out, etc. These are all things that are supposed to be enjoyable. Don’t take the fun out of it for yourselves.

I’ve become obsessed with the concept of living each and every moment in life to it’s fullest. Probably because I’ve lived so many moments focused on deprivation and self-imposed obligations. Life’s just not worth living if you make the most of each minute of your day. Of course, at times that’s going to mean doing things you don’t want to do. Waking up in the morning to go to work when all you want to do is sleep in, shovel the drive way, pay the bills. Naturally, we don’t want to do these things, but we have to. We don’t have to eat unsalted brown rice cakes for a snack. Unless that’s what you’re in to. Personally, I’m more in to cake of the vanilla and buttercream variety.

 

 

 

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