You really disappointed me, "Nipples."
Just being honest.
Is this his way of asking me to buy him a drink??
Homie went pretty deep for an introductory message!
Just lost faith in the man part of mankind.
You really disappointed me, "Nipples."
Just being honest.
Is this his way of asking me to buy him a drink??
Homie went pretty deep for an introductory message!
Just lost faith in the man part of mankind.
I don't even know what to say.
...Venice, Florida, that is. This past weekend I took a little weekend trip to the "other coast" of Florida - the west coast. It was a great time had by all (met up with some pretty awesome people).
In comparison to Fort Lauderdale Beach, Venice Beach had lighter colored sand, clearer water, a larger shore, and more of a "low key, vacation" vibe to it. It was kind of nice getting out of the hustle and bustle my neck of the woods for the weekend.
On Saturday, we grabbed some brunch at a charming place called Nokomis Breakfast House. It's a tiny little yellow house converted into a tiny little restaurant. The interior was simple, but bright. Every table had a white tablecloth, and painted chairs - green, orange, pink, blue, purple, yellow, etc. We were sat at the "purple table," which matched the nail color on my toes perfectly, might I add! Aside from my table, I would estimate that the average age was 72, and I honestly would not have it any other way. I loved it. I ordered Eggs Florentine (seen below). But I'd have to say that the chocolate chip pancakes that my friend ordered stole the show! (But only if you REALLY like chocolate ;) ).
The highlight of the trip was when my buddies and I went to the beach during sunset. At first I wasn't going to go in the water since it had gotten a little breezy. But I ended up getting thrown over someone's shoulder and chucked playfully into the water. Not gonna lie though - I'm glad I was. :)
The ocean itself looked like a sea of gold. It was just spectacular.
I also snapped this picture of a fellow swimming in the ocean solo. It's nice to have those moments of solidarity with ol' Mother Nature. Whenever I have those moments, I feel like a tiny fleck in this gigantic world of ours. It's humbling but still incredibly gratifying each time I get the chance to feel this way.
It was also refreshing to see so many people come out to just watch the sunset, and appreciate the magnitude of its beauty.
This trip made me realize a few things though:
I'm already ready to go back again.
I can't stand how soft people have become as a society. People want to project reality through a fluffy veil of bull, instead of calling a spade a spade. I realize there is a time/place for everything, and that there are things that are off-limits. Now, with that being said... there is also an appropriate time to chirp, and poke a little fun at someone or something. For example, most professional sporting events have a "Kiss-Cam," where the camera scans the audience and pauses on a couple forcing them to kiss on air. I've seen the Kiss-Cam capture good kisses, bad kisses, awkward looks only to be followed by awkward kisses, people picking their noses, etc.
Recently at the Tampa/Philly game in Tampa, the Kiss-Cam paused on a less-than-svelte Flyers fan going to town on some chicken wings.
That's it. And people (not including the fan) got majorly butt-hurt over it.
A newscaster posted on his Facebook page, "TAMPA IS A MEAN CITY.... they couldn't find anyone kissing on the "Kiss-Cam" last night at the Tampa Lightning vs Philly Flyers game. Instead, they fat-shamed an overweight Flyers fan. He laughed, but don't tell me his feelings weren't hurt. Good thing I'm not the Commissioner of the NHL - somebody would be fired. That's not the way to treat paying customers."
I think the newscaster overreacted. Is it not common knowledge that if the Kiss-Cam is rolling, that nobody is safe? Not to mention, hockey isn't exactly the best sport to choose to participate in (in any capacity) if your feelings get hurt easily. Additionally, I haven't found any reports stating that this fan was offended/cared about having his adoration with fried chicken exposed. Only that he was a great sport and laughed it off.
I get the impression that this newscaster doesn't really follow too much hockey (if I had to guess, he probably watches some of the NHL playoffs, at most). While unfortunate, that's ok (I guess), except for the fact he is making statements like the one above without understanding the culture of hockey.
Hockey is one of the most humble sports out there. The players police themselves, and keep each other in line through physical and verbal abuse direction. It's just the nature of the sport, and I love that. It helps prevent divas from sprouting, and it yields a team chemistry unique to the sport.
Here's the bottom line: Even off the ice and out of the rink, if you can't laugh at yourself, you're doing it wrong. Nobody is perfect, and while everyone is (hopefully) trying to be the best that they can be, what is the harm in laughing at your imperfections along the way?
If you can't take the cold, then get out of the rink and go watch some soccer.
I feel like I should preface this week's SLW with the fact that I am normally not this cut-throat, however, the level of douchebaggetry on this guy's actual profile was exceedingly high. I also thought it was a bit random and perhaps presumptuous that he automatically guessed I was a Penguins fan!
1) "Sweetypie," my eyes are blue. In fact, there is not one fleck of green in my eyes. There is not a single picture of me that could make anyone think my eyes are any other color. They are blue as in, BLUE.
2) Read out loud what you sent me. Would you ever actually say that in person? A good rule of thumb - if you wouldn't say it in person, don't send it via the interwebz.
3) Thirdly, the question mark?! What?!
I have a new favorite restaurant, and it is right around the corner from me! It's attached to the Hilton Hotel, right on Fort Lauderdale Beach, and called "S3" which sands for "Sun Surf Sand." My girlfriends and I went to this tapas style restaurant on Friday, and we all loved it! First up, the almond crusted Goat Cheese Croquettes, served over a red chili guava sauce. I can't even begin to describe how delicious these balls of holy goodness were. The sauce it was served with was unlike anything I've ever had before. Also, it was not spicy (I'm a huge wuss with spicy things, so I get scared when I see the word "chili" in the description). Absolutely fantastic.
Next came the Rosemary Fittes, served with a parmesan aioli. They were "good." But I've had better fries elsewhere. I liked the aioli more than the fries.
One of the girls that was at dinner, LT, truly cannot turn down an opportunity to order deviled eggs. So she selected the Deviled Fresh Farm Eggs which are served with smoked sea salt, and espelette (yea I don't know what that is either). I didn't try any, but Lauren said that they were very good. And unlike most deviled eggs, she said these were light, and had a good pickled flavor.
Then we had some mac & cheese with smoked gouda and crispy prosciutto. There was a lot of fuss made on yelp about how good the macaroni is here. I can see where a lot of people would like this dish, but it was not for me. Joy pointed out that the "crispy prosciutto" tasted just like bacon bits - we all agreed. But if you are someone who likes really "hearty" meals and flavors, you would probably enjoy this better than we did.
Last but not least, was my favorite dish of the night! Grilled octopus! It was served with gigande bean, tomatoes, and a salsa verde. Hands down, this is the best grilled octopus I've ever consumed. It was not rubbery at all, and all of the flavors went beautifully together.
All in all, I'd give S3 a 4.5/5 . The dishes that we liked best were phenomenal, and the ones that we didn't like as much were still quite good. The service was good (Shout out to Dylan who wasn't our server, but stopped by our table and had such an awesome personality that we are going to request him next time!). They offer indoor/outdoor seating.
I'd order the goat cheese, and octopus again for sure, but also can't wait to try some of the other menu items!
On random Wednesdays of my choosing I'm going to share some insight with you into my single life. Don't take it too seriously, people. Because I sure as hell don't. ;) To kick off this new blog theme... here is a little exchange that happened today on Facebook.
The background: I was on Facebook and had commented on a status. This guy (we'll call him "Joe") must have seen my comment as he is also friends with the person that had the status up. He decided to Facebook chat me, which is totally cool as I love talking to new people. However, he went from zero to creepy very quickly. Remember - this is the first time we had ever conversed.
What kind of guy says "Take a pic of u" to a girl they don't know AT ALL! Did he actually think I would??? Do girls actually ever comply to such requests from rando-creepazoids? Gross.
Also - this joker "poked" me on Facebook, and then UNpoked me! And I believe he has since blocked me. I'm entirely ok with that. :)
For my birthday (last weekend), I went with my friend Kristen to the BB&T Center to watch the Panthers play the Bruins. I was obviously going to support the Bruins. Predictably, the Bruins kicked the piss out of the Panthers, outshooting them by 20 shots, leaving the score at Bruins 5, Panthers 2. Kristen and I had a blast time watching the game itself. I mean, it's hockey. Duh! I'm going to love it!
But the overall, the Panthers experience left me with these pros/cons:
Again, we had an absolute blast going to the game. But I wish I could sit down with the brand managers and marketing directors, and help them strategize a bit. Like I had mentioned above, the cons are all fixable things.
So despite the lack of ketchup, and the weirdness of the entertainment - I'll definitely be back again - I go to watch hockey.
So for my 25th26th27thOK FINE 28th birthday, I wanted to have a ladies birthday brunch at a place on Fort Lauderdale Beach. As soon as I saw Steak 954 post a picture of their homemade pop tarts on Instagram, I knew that was exactly where I wanted to go! I am SO glad my friends and I went there.
We sat outside because it was one of those sunny-but-not-too-hot days. You could see the ocean from the table, it was beautiful.
In addition to a shitload of mimosas, I ordered the smoked salmon benedict served with dill hollandaise for brunch. It came with a small light salad, and some potatoes on the side. The smoked salmon benedict was phenominalllllll. The dill seasoning was not overpowering, it was perfect.
After we enjoyed the main course. We ordered a bunch of the homemade pop tarts to share. There was a strawberry crumb flavor, and a nutella and bourbon banana flavor. The five of us classy ladies straight up ravaged them. You would have thought we were a group of death row prisoners fighting over the last crumb of their last meal.
And just as I thought we were wrapping up the feast, our server (Hi Edward, we love you!) brought out a cupcake with a candle in it! I don't know if one of the girls told him, or if he overheard the birthday toast, either way - props!
Needless to say it was a successful birthday brunch. I was a little uneasy about this birthday, as it was the first one being away from my family (and The Pods are big on bdays). But my friends stepped up big time, and made the kickoff to my 28th year one I'll never forget.
So one of my new years resolutions was to join Crossfit and go twice per week. My friend Brandy ended up telling me about this other type of fitness class called Orange Theory. Although Brandy works in advertising, I think she should consider sales, as she got me to completely change my mind and join Orange Theory instead. Orange Theory is sort of like the cardio version of Crossfit. They have three portions of the class - treadmills, rowing machines, and free weights/TRX bands. Every class is different, about an hour long, and lead by an instructor. What OT does that is different, is that they input your height, weight, and age, and strap a heart rate monitor to your chest while you work out. Throughout the studio there are several large, flat screen monitors that has your name, your heart rate, and the number of calories burnt listed. Obviously, the calories are my motivation.
My first class was somewhat traumatic...
Let me explain.
I'm not exactly the best at pacing myself... so naturally, I bonked on the treadmill about 5 minutes in. At 10 minutes I was totally exhausted. At 15 minutes, I was praying for my own death. At 18 minutes, I was certain death was imminent. At 20 minutes, it was over. And damn did it feel good. And then it was time to switch to the weight room, and after that I finished up on the rowing machine. At the end of the class, I looked up at the screen and saw I burnt over 600 cals!
I did OT for about two months. It did eventually get easier, or at least to the point where I was no longer convinced I was going to die from running on the treadmill at a 12% incline. In fact, my favorite part of the class ended up being the treadmill portion. But I have to be honest - I was not crazy about the free weights/TRX portion. I also noticed a big difference in the quality of my workout based on the specific OT studio I went to.
Overall, I think OT is a great option for someone who is looking to improve their cardio quickly. I loved the music, and the instructors were always awesome. But it fell short in the weight training, which is (annoyingly) something that my body needs to look fit.
My thoughts about this year's Winter Olympics. They are not in order.
I love the Winter Olympics. I can't wait for 2018. But South Korea?!?!
I've been snacking full force in front of the TV since the Olympics started. Have any of you caught the Women's Hockey games? Team USA is looking fierce on the ice! I've noticed that a lot of the players wear mascara while they play... I can't help but be curious, wanting to know what kind of mascara Olympic hockey players wear?! Not only are their lashes looking lovely, but they are playing well, too... USA whooped up on Finland, and Switzerland. Tomorrow they play Canada - I'm guessing this will be a tighter game than the previous two. So in terms of snacking, those who know me, know that I'm not much of a hearty eater. I would much rather nibble and crunch on 50 little things sporadically, instead of wolfing down a traditional meat/veggie/carb dinner. As a result, I've become an expert, or as my dad likes to call it "world class" snacker. These are the four leading snacks I've been chowing down on while watching the Olympics.
First up, The Broccoli Slaw Kit
This stuff comes in a kit that contains, the slaw, dressing, and the nuts/cranberries. I always eat the whole bag in a day. A few bites here, a few bites there. This shit is good. And I consider it to be healthy because it has the world broccoli in the title.
Blue Diamond's Rosemary and Black Pepper Almonds
I'm not crazy about plain almonds. I think they are boring and bland tasting. But Blue Diamond has NAILED the flavored almond creations. Some of my other favorites include the Honey Dijon, and Coconut flavors. But I literally could barely contain myself when I first tried the Rosemary and Black Pepper flavor. And, a plus point for Blue Diamond because 28 nuts equates to 1 serving! I get immense satisfaction when I get a lot of "bang for my buck" in the caloric sense. ;)
Wheat Thins Dipped in Chive and Onion Cream Cheese
Reduced-Fat Wheat Thins + Your Favorite Cream Cheese Flavor = You're welcome. (Pro tip: Do not get the store brand Wheat Thins... they are not as good).
Brookside Dark Chocolate Covered Goji Berries
If I'm craving chocolate, I eat these bad boys. I doubt they are much healthier for you than any other chocolate. But I don't eat these to be healthy, I eat them because they are freaking delicious.
Living in south Florida has a ton of perks, but like anyplace, there are a couple of downfalls.
For example, if you move to south Florida, you can kiss your good hair days goodbye.
Recently, I've tried a couple products to turn my cray-cray-sandy-frizzy-strands into the smooth, shiny blonde locks I'm used to having.
First, I tried apple cider vinegar. Yes, like the kind you get at the grocery store. My boss (who at one point had a cosmetology license) was actually the one that suggested trying ACV. I couldn't tell if she was screwing with me, but I decided to give it a shot anyways.
I filled a spray bottle with half of ACV, and half water. After I did my regular hair routine (shampoo and conditioner) in the shower, and while my hair was still wet, I doused my hair with the spray. Then I let it air dry. It did smell like vinegar, but beauty is pain. After it dried, my hair felt really clean, as though any remaining residue from products was stripped down. It also looked a tiny bit more shiny. Would I do it again? Yes, as a way to better clean my hair. But I would only do this on a day where I was planning on staying in, because of the smell and air drying elements to this process.
And then today, I tried this stuff:
I had purchased a sample packet from Ulta a little while ago, and finally gave it a shot today. The instructions recommended that after your shower, you comb a liberal amount of the masque into your hair and leave it in for 7 minutes. Naturally, I left it in for over an hour as I wanted to achieve maximum results. ;)
First of all, this stuff smells amazing. While I washed it out, I could already tell it had smoothed and softened my hair. As I let my hair air dry, I felt like I was witnessing a miracle... my hair feels SO soft, is frizz free, and looks as good as it can possibly look without having blown it dry. And I can't get over how amazing it smells. Completely obsessed. I would recommend this to anyone trying to smooth/soften/increase shine/etc. with their hair. 5/5 stars.
For those of you who are new or new-ish to hockey - there are a couple of rules of tradition (and superstition) that one must follow out of the respect for the team, and the sport.
1. Don't touch the cup.
2. Don't step on the logo.
Disgustingly, this little twit of a pop star, Justin Bieber, committed both of these blasphemous acts in the locker room of last year's Stanley Cup winners - The Chicago Blackhawks. The same hand he selected to devalue The Cup is speculated to be the same exact hand that he uses when applying his something-about-mary-hair-gel. While wearing the filthy stupid sneakers that he prances around in singing about prepubescent angst, he also managed to desecrate the Bhawks' logo.
Furthermore, can we please discuss his choice outfit?
Look, I know it's (not soccer) hockey, a sport known for it's blended elegance of skating, dangling, and beating the pulp out of each other; and not something to be categorized as "glamorous." But would it have killed him to not dress like an upper-middle class high school drug dealer? I don't know, but perhaps he could have considered not wearing his sunglasses inside the locker room, and wearing shorts that are reminiscent of JNCOs circa 1996, and a shirt that we the people of the United States of America call a "wife beater?!" I don't know. Just a thought.
And now more recently, Bieber was arrested last week in Miami Beach for driving under the influence, and drag racing.
Justin. You've assaulted our ears with your music. Confused our eyes with your girly face. Disrespected all things related to hockey. Put American lives at risk as you attempted to drive a big boy car while under the influence.
It's time for you to go home, Justin Bieber. And may the hockey Gods smite you with lightning on your trip back to Canada.
I'm a major smell person - I love perfumes, candles, soaps, etc. A couple months ago, I was in Ulta with my friend Brandy (who is also a product junkie like myself); and we were sniffing every single godforsaken a couple of perfumes, and I across "Miss Dior."
It was love at first sniff.
So when Christmas came, and I opened a box of this Natalie Portman endorsed perfume, I was absolutely delighted to add this to my not-so-little collection of amazing smelling things.
And props to Dior - their packaging is so pretty, and feminine! Nordstrom's description of the scent was "Italian mandarin essence, Egyptian jasmine absolute, Indonesian patchouli essence."
Look, I have no idea what "patchouli" is, but it smells damn good. Personally, I think it's the perfect "going on a date" perfume. The likeable scent sticks solidly for a good 4-5 hours, and it goes on light so that it's not overpowering a room.
Men - I know it's a little early, but if you have a lady in your life that wears perfume - this would make an awesome Valentine's gift! Ulta doesn't seem to have it on their site at this moment, but Nordstrom does. And if she doesn't like the smell of patchouli, then dump her.
In order to keep players in line, and to prevent complete chaos on the ice, the NHL has rules and regulations. All professional sports do. The NHL fines players and coaches if they do something particularly bad. Back in October, the head coach of the Colorado Avalanche was fined $10,000 for this. Shawn Thorton of the Boston Bruins just returned yesterday from his 15 game suspension, which yielded a $84,615.45 forfeit in his salary. Here's the full list of suspensions/fines so far this season. My parents run a similar system in their household. Before you think my parents are psycho militant enforcers, remember that they are billeting three boys between the ages of 18-20, and also have my brother, Moose (age 23) living with them until he finds a job. Essentially, they are just trying to prevent their home from becoming a frat house. Here's a list of "The Mean P's Terrible, Cruel, Fine System."
The billets, my parents, and my brother, all sat down together and wrote the “laws,” and set the “fines.” If a law is broken, they are fined and place money in a mason jar that is displayed unceremoniously on the kitchen counter. The “offender” has the right to “appeal,” and see the “Judge” (aka The Queen, aka Mom) in what we call Kangaroo Court. Kangaroo Court takes places at the dinner table, and where Mother Dearest will hear your defense, and then proceed to tell you your fate. At that point you pray that you are not beheaded.
Those who know me, know that I swear all the damn time on occasion. But I do my absolute best to not do so in front of my parents (because my mom haaaates swearing, and just out of respect of being in the parental's home). So when I was home in Virginia for Christmas, I knew I’d need to watch that pretty lil’ mouth of mine. At first, I thought of just sticking a $20 in the fine jar, paying for my foul-mouthed offenses in advance. But I gave it some more thought, and felt like that was sort of a lame way to handle it, as my parents (my mom in this case) really don’t ask for that much. So I opted to see it as a challenge.
I had been home for just over a week. The night before I was flying back to Fort Lauderdale, I was feeling like a champ, having not sworn once in my parents home. But then it happened....
I tripped on one of Blue’s (the dog, not the billet) toys. As my perfectly painted toe bent and cracked in the most awkwardly painful way imaginable, I sang out the F-word. Naturally, my mom has impeccable timing, as she was a mere 5 feet away. I believe her exact words were “Dane, that was a bad one.” I knew my hope for appeal in Kangaroo Court was nonexistent. I went to the banker (my dad), and exchanged a $5 dollar bill for 5 singles, and into the jar a single went.
An offense. A fine. Penance. All in under 5 minutes. If only this country's judiciary system was this efficient.