Even in the best of us, that tiny little sentence jump-starts our anxiety triggers: palms start to sweat, eyebrows start to furrow, the tongue sets firmly against the roof of your mouth as the jaw starts to clench; and the mind starts to swirl with all manner of rationale and reality that says “you shouldn’t be moving at 30; you should be having babies; you should spend that money you saved on a home – buy a home for god’s sake!; LA will devour you – do you know how many snot-nosed nose-jobbed 25 year olds are out there?!”
This is actually the perfect time to move out there. Anywhere, really. We’re kid-free and debt-free, unless you count that unconscionable amount of Student Loans will carry around with us for the rest of our days!! And, while we may be pretty old…well, I don’t really have a counter for that. I mean, maybe I can pass as a younger gal…28? 29? …le sigh.
The exact leave date is up in the air, but we need to be in LA by March 1. It’s been weird to think about “where we’ll be when”…Ben’s next birthday will be in LA; I’ll be in LA before Wine Fest; where will we watch the Colts’ first kick-off next season? But my work-wife put it best: By the time Sean [the bachelor!] gives the final rose, I’ll already be in LA. That really made me freak out. It’s all happening so quickly…
So we say farewell to Indianapolis, the city that has nurtured us and made us well-rounded people. We’re off to be little fish in a big pond, and I hope you’ll follow our adventures, which are sure to include hilarious and heartfelt video updates and hilarious and enviable photos.
Every city is what you make of it, Indianapolis or LA; or Chicago; or Sheboygan. The city we’re headed to has a rich and abundant art and culture scene, but what LA doesn’t have, and what I’ll miss most of all, is my deep and meaningful friendships that I have here. I – we – look forward to hearing from all of you in the next few weeks as you say goodbye to us in your own special way. And we thank you in advance for all the encouragement you’re about to pour over us!
(Also, this video of Tanya Tucker is pretty much what my sister Carmen looked like basically the entirety of my youth, if you were ever wondering. No, seriously. Also, this is the epitome of 1988, whether you’re a country music fan or not. Madonna looked JUST LIKE THAT!)
I can’t believe my childhood was filled with this kind of BS preaching. I somehow escaped its evil rhetoric and have actually come to live by quite the contrary mantra: “If it don’t come easy…try as hard as you can and sacrifice whatever you have to make it happen!”
Neither may be the soundest of advisories…but all I know is that all the good things in my life didn’t come easy. If I had listened to Tanya, I wouldn’t have graduated college, or entrenched myself in Indianapolis’ arts & culture scene, or lost 30 pounds last year, or even have met and married the wonderful Mr. Masbaum! Those, and many many many other great things came as the result of lots of effort, hard work, and some old-fashioned don’t-give-up-ery. All this is really to say CONGRATULATIONS to my hubby for also not following Tanya’s advice, but instead digging in his heels and graduating college after 4 years of full course loads, classes filled with *kids* 10 years younger than him, and looooong nights of grueling group work and home work.
Everyone should be rewarded for a job well done. My 30th year went above and beyond what anyone expected of it and delivered my best days yet. So in that spirit, I move that we reward my 30th year by letting it have another go-’round!
That’s right, yesterday I turned 30 – again. And to show there are no hard feelings to my friend 31, I’m posting 31 pictures from my 30th year. Thank you to everyone, friends and family, rock stars, artists, well-knowns and not-so-well-knowns who have made this past year worth repeating.
I hope everyone can have a lifetime filled with the fun I’ve had this year – Enjoy!
Happy Bike to Work Day! This is my first year biking to work on this sacred day for bike commuters. This holiday is getting more and more popular here in Indy; the plaza outside the City Market was packed with bikers this morning!
I hope everyone had a safe trip in! (Uh, join us for cyclist happy hour like right now at Tomlinson Tap Room!)
Being fair-skinned, I’m constantly worrying about getting a sunburn, UV damage, blisters, and all those gross things when I’m biking. I especially worry about my lips, which tend to get chapped and really really dry in the summer sun. So I’ve been trying out some balms and such.
Today I tried Dermalogica’s Clean Start “smart mouth lip shine”. It promises to “shield, smooth, and shine”; everything I need. Plus, the vanilla scent with a bit of zest – orange, maybe (?) is pretty alluring, too. It’s a little bit gritty feeling going on (but others have said there is no such texture so what do i know? ), but it smooths out and definitely leaves a good amount of shine. How and what does it shield? I’m not sure. It is loaded with “Vitamin E, Cocoa Seed Butter, and Shea Butter”, which I was still feeling the effects of a good 3 hours after putting it on this morning.
But I feel better about having something with some blatant SPF in it. Back to good ‘ol ChapStick for now on the bike!
To begin my summer of biking, I acquired a Biria fixed gear with a flip flop hub from Joe’s Cycles in Fountain Square.
I love this bike. I scoped out several bike styles at a few of the local bike shops around Indy and liked several of my options, but on the advice of my husband (“Don’t get it if you don’t LOVE it,”) I continued looking. I guess you could say that I am (was) culturally opposed to fixed gear bikes and the anarchy that they stand (stood) for; but I’m also down to try anything. Joe was confident I’d like this bike – I scrunched my nose at the ‘fixed gear’, but when I got on and rode it…I fell in love. It was unexplainable. It shouldn’t have worked that well. And I shouldn’t have liked it that much. But it felt like an extension of myself; like I was actually in control of the bike. I was surprised, but I walked out with that Biria and refused to take it back for it’s “check up” until recently, because I didn’t want it to be out of my hands for a second.
Riding with some casual cyclists around town has inspired me to add some features to my bike to give it a personality all ‘my’ own; so here’s what I did:
I went for the drop bars (left over from my husband’s bike) wrapped in brown leather (Torelli), and a matching brown leather seat (Brev). I am really impressed with the results. It’s serious, sophisticated, and sleek. Next: a rack on the back.
No surprises here – like every other bride on the planet, I’m trying to lose those “last few pounds” before the wedding!
The word “few”, to me, equals 20. Hey, that’s not so hard – lose 2 pounds a week, for 10 weeks, and I’m there! So, uh, if it’s not so hard, why haven’t I done it already?
Some inspiration was sent to me from my online-BFF Gwyneth Paltrow’s blog www.goop.com. Gwennie (I can call her that, ’cause we’re online BFFs) swears by the Tracy Anderson Method. And one of my favorite pair of arms to look at, Courtney Cox, uses the Method, too. I’m motivated to give it a shot. My shoulders, bat wings (under arm flab) and back fat could use some ass-whooping.
This video might look a little funny. It might look like she’s just white-girl dancing in front of a mirror. But after *trying* follow her tonight, my upper body is BURNING!