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Five on Friday!

My life has been so hectic this past week so I haven’t been able to post as much as I would have liked.

Anyway, today’s is my birthday so for my Five on Friday I thought I’d share some personal stuff about me 🙂

1. I tell people I’m from New Orleans/Metairie, but my heart is in Hopedale. You see, Hopedale is this little village (I don’t think it qualifies as a city) that’s below Chalmette, which is southeast of New Orleans. Anyway, the reason I say my heart is in Hopedale is because every weekend growing up I was there, fishing, playing on the boat and exploring bayous and marshes.


2. I’m incredibly impatient. Like, I have this nervous/weird tick that I inherited from my dad. When I’ve been waiting for some time, my foot will just start tapping. I can’t explain it. I do it at my desk, at the dinner table and even in traffic. I am always looking for a way out of a situation, whether its some awkward conversation with someone I haven’t seen in forever, or again, traffic. They’re not always negative situations or anything like that. Just planning ahead sometimes, anticipating certain things.

3. I’ve been cooking a LOT lately. I mean a lot a lot. I need to post some more recipes to here for y’all and update the recipes page. But anyone who knows me knows I love to cook. I mean love love love. I will randomly add different spices and ingredients to whatever I’m cooking, creating new tastes and flavors. Like these stuffed chicken breasts I made the other day (I call them baby chickens because they’re kind of little). One of my new favorite things to cook with are baby bellos (baby portobello mushrooms).

4. CrossFit has really given me some of the greatest friends I could ever ask for. I mean, if you can get all gross, sweaty and writhe on the floor in pain together before going to grab dinner and drinks in those same clothes you were just working out in, it has to be a true friendship, right? Duh. Of course it is.

5. So these friends of mine that I’ve made through CrossFit. Well, a bunch of us are all celebrating St. Patrick’s Day on Saturday here in Baton Rouge. For those who don’t know, this holiday in Baton Rouge is the equivalent to Mardi Gras Day in New Orleans. It’s legit and it’s crazy. Well, being the person I am and historically doing absolutely nothing fun for my birthday (well, there was that one time freshman year in Boulder when my then-boyfriend was working and I ‘went out’ with some ‘friends’ who ended up drinking too much, so I left and then they all got MIPs walking home), with the exception of work, because you know, work can be fun. Sometimes. So long story short, that St. Patrick’s Day parade and celebration? Yeah, I’m treating that like my own birthday party and everyone else is celebrating with me. Oh, and there will be mimosas.



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2013 in a Nutshell

So I’m sitting at home watching the series finale of Treme with my dog sound asleep next to me and I can’t help but think over the last year and what I’ve done.

In January I started grad school. Something I was proud of at the time but then realized I had jumped the gun too quickly. I also got rid of some extra baggage I was carrying around and found a new apartment to escape from my crazy neighbor.

February was ok.  Moved into my new apartment and woke up every morning drinking coffee on the patio and waving to my ex-crazy neighbor. I started a new part time job. New Orleans hosted a Super Bowl and the LSU baseball season opened.

March is the best month because it’s my birthday month. It was a month filled with shenanigans and the travelhood of the sisterpants. Operation “Wet Kiwi” was a success after two of my best friends broke into my apartment and surprised me with birthday shenanigans and general craziness. Oh, and that crazy neighbor? He got evicted.

In April I shared a plate of crawfish with Kirk Herbstreit and other members of the ESPN Gameday crew. It’s is the month that I’m most proud of. April is when I started Crossfit at Red Stick Crossfit.  Joining that gym was one of the best decisions I’ve ever made and I can’t thank the coaches and my fellow athletes enough for pushing me to my limits and beyond every day.

May was a month filled with craziness. Ms. Oakley turned 1 on Cinco de Mayo and we celebrated accordingly. I quit grad school, put it on the backburner and tried to figure my life out (which no 23 year old should have to do because it’s not fun).

June meant summer. Summer means freedom, well, kind of. LSU baseball made it to Omaha on the anniversary of Warren Morris’ 1996 CWS winning homerun. Tiger Stadium got a new field. Many sunny days were spent at my friends’ rooftop pool in New Orleans, and one of my friends taught me that those fancy sleeves they put on coffee cups is called a zarf.

The rooftop shenanigans and late nights in New Orleans continued all through July, with many trips to the Bulldog, car rides, and kids movies at 10pm on a Saturday night. I made my mom a TOTALLY non-paleo incredibly dirty yet incredibly delicious birthday cake (think cookie, brownie, cookie, brownie, cookie with vanilla icing between each layer covered in chocolate icing and sprinkles galore).

August brought me into the green smoothie lifestyle. Many summer WODs were completed in 90o+. There was a beach trip and Ms. Oakley found her way into the Gulf of Mexico and played in the sand. I started eating paleo and doing food prep. I also lost my car to a negligent driver to couldn’t see around a truck at a stop sign but thought it was ok to go anyway.  RIP Puf Daddy.

September meant fall (kind of). Fall means football. LSU football started and September also let me go play on the boat in the marsh and bayou for a few days. I got my first RX at Red Stick Crossfit and was incredibly proud of myself. I became addicted to stuffed pork tenderloin. I got a new car that I named Roux and became a grownup with a car note.

October was just junk. Roux got hit by a drunk driver in Downtown Baton Rouge. I had a 28-day rental in the form of a Ford Focus (aka tiny car). I got a crown and was told I was a princess by my dentist. FINALLY hung photos in my apartment after living there for almost a year. I stuffed pork tenderloin with bacon. Yep, I sure did. And I got Roux back just in time for Halloween.

In November I went full paleo and became obsessed with bacon. I tried cooking everything with bacon. And I mean everything. I even tried to convince my mom to wrap the Thanksgiving turkey with bacon. Yep, that pretty much sums up November.

Welp, December. December was a month of letdowns. I had two promising job opportunities that I had interviewed for and found out that neither of them wanted to bring me on as a team photographer. Yeah, I was sad but at the same time I realized that for one of them, I beat out 250 other applicants to become one of the 10 finalists. I went to dinner with my dad and the waiter thought we were together. That was awkward. I helped some crazy friends move into their new house, became BFFs with I-12, got the game winning touchdown in a college playoff game, and got excited over a new dishwasher. The filthy fifty Friday and 12 days of Christmas WOD both kicked my butt but I loved every second of it. And I ordered a small large at Reginellis. These things happen.

So it’s New Years Eve.

The last day of 2013.

I need to come up with some goals for the New Year, right? Hmmm.