Impossible doesn’t exist

Yes, we’re over 30 and moving to LA.

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?!”

Calm down.

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!

 

Happy Trails!

–Rebecca & Ben–

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That’s the worst advice I’ve ever heard…

“If it don’t come easy, you better let it go.”


(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.

Congrats babe – I’m proud of ya!

30 was the greatest. Let’s do it again…

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!

 

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I don’t know how to celebrate christmas.

...that's not how you do it...
…that’s not how you do it…

Nightmares plague me every December; those anxiety-spurred nightmares of showing up to the first day of school naked; except in mine I show up to the gift exchange with no gift, and the bake-off with no-bake cookies!  As if having an event to attend nearly every night (lest I lose all my friends) isn’t stressful enough, I also must find some time to find the PERFECT gifts for my family.  I wish it was as simple as giving them something ‘local’; my Appalachian family could give two craps less about something made in Indy.  I’ve tried that, and they’re not impressed; not with our award-winning craft beers, our clever t-shirts, or our Super Bowl remnants.

The adults’ gifts, I don’t stress out about, not much.  It’s the kids!  My problem is, I have no idea how kids think these days.  I just can’t relate.  I know how I felt as a 9 year old, a 14 year old, and beyond – but how I felt was wrong!  I was insecure, bullied by mean girls at school, my energy every day was spent trying to transform myself into someone who would be accepted by the popular majority.  This meant tamping down my silly humor, hiding my penchant for cowboy boots and line dancing as best as possible, and calming my anxieties by eating as many chicken McNuggets as I could guilt my parents into giving me.  So, for me, giving my nieces and nephews those material trappings that I myself longed for at their age, is inherently connected with telling them they’re not good enough and if only they had [insert materialistic need here] then all will be ok.

If only I could gift them self-confidence and courage and pride.

I *want* to be that cool aunt that gives them the latest fashion accessory or tech-y gadget that no one needs but everyone wants.  But before I click ‘checkout’ in my shopping cart the website, I end up picturing their disappointment – the same disappointment I felt – when said material item never delivered the popular nirvana that it promised.  And I put everything back on the shelf and empty my shopping cart.

Yeah, that’s worse than buyers remorse.  That’s…shopper’s remorse?  How can someone regret buying something before they’ve even bought it?!  Leave it to me.

Needless to say, in previous years holiday preparations have left me worked-up and nerve-wracked, leaving me little energy to enjoy the actual celebration.  But this year, I’m not letting that happen.  I’m resigning the think less, and act more; remembering that it is the thought that counts.  And when possible, the gift of being with family is probably the best gift I can give them.  I mean, the gift of ME?  Hell yeah.

Want to celebrate the shit out of Christmas?  This is for you.

Need more reasons to stop celebrating Christmas?  Click here.

The Limited, unlimited.

If you’re a girl, then you know when you lose a bunch of weight and you get all giddy about being able to shop places you couldn’t before? Well, yeah. The Limited is one of those places for me.  Tiny little pants.  Tiny little tees.  All cut explicity not to accomodate my apple shape.  Now, they’re making their styles more accessible to all of us and bringing their new plus size line (eloquii), designed for women sizes 14 to 24, here to Indy at the Castleton Square Mall!

Yes, we still have a “plus size” distinction here in this wonderful world we live in.  Is that how it is in every country?  I imagine it’s worse in Europe.  Dear god; France.  Where a size 8 is fat.  But I digress…

I’m a shopaholic and I’ll shop anywhere once – and I’m a sucker for brands within brands.  The Limited‘s plus size line, ‘eloquii‘ promises to be “modern”, “young”, and “stylish”- all while respecting curves.  Damn, if eloquii is a man, is he single?  I know some single ladies that have check-boxes by those words on their wish lists.  🙂

The Limited is having an official Grand Opening celebration today through Sunday June 10th to celebrate bringing this line to Indy (at the Castleton Square Mall), where eloquii will be a store-within-a-store of sorts.  Check it out and let me know what you think.  I’ll be checking it out at lunch, searching for a dress to wear to the wedding of the year, and I’ll post my thoughts later tonight.

OH!  And – I’m going to give away an awesome gift courtesy of the nice folks at The Limited, too!

A sampling of the options in the eloquii summer line!

 

 

*disclaimer: You should be aware that I am eating a tiny piece of chocolate mousse pie as I write this. 

sLIPpery slope

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.

Dermalogica: Clean Start ‘smart mouth lip shine’. Image courtesy of http://cleanstart.dermalogica.com

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!

xo

Black + Brown

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:

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Before: Biria fixed gear, (see Joe’s Cycles for $ info)

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.

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After: Biria fixed gear; work done by Cody at Joe’s Cycles.

Chocolate from The Best

It’s hard, isn’t it? To keep those tasty treats you purchase with the good intention to pass them on to a loved one as a gift…sometimes, it just doesn’t…well, make it. Enter: The Best Chocolate in Town’s milk chocolate bar with roasted corn.

Perfect for when I have a craving for Corn Nuts, and chocolate.  Which is all the time!

Fake it ’til you can make it! {Vacation worth staying for}

This article was published in IndySpectator earlier this month!  Sign up to receive all their awesome newsletters here, and read on for my article!

 

What if I said you could go to Mexico for Spring Break for real cheap? …I wouldn’t believe me either. But when you’re achin’ for a break in March, and your hopes are high, but the funds are low – what can you do?

I have a solution. Did you know that you have access to an entire simulated Mexico vacation right here in Indy? If you need to fake that trip to the Mexican Riviera to make your globe-trotting friends jealous, here’s how you can do it without leaving the ‘462##’ zip code!

For a trip like this, you’ve got to remember the basics. If you “come back” as pasty and pale as you left, someone’s going to notice. So, start this stay-cation with a custom tan from Air-Tan. The Air-Tan gals personally give you the spray down, so they can customize your level of tan so that it’s more believable than many of the other self-tan methods.

After your tan has set, pretend to soak up the midday sun with your new tan by hanging out poolside (but indoors) at Indy Island or Caribbean Cove. Admittedly, a bit overly kid-friendly for my taste, but this is the girl-on-a-budget trip, not the Sandals-Adults-Only-Resort trip.

A day at the pool will work up your appetite, so now would be the perfect time to explore the local market. Any one of the eight locally-owned Tienda Morelos will fill your shopping cart and stomach with tasty authentic Mexican fruits, meats, peppers, breads and other ingredients for an afternoon snack.

After a brief siesta, you’re ready for a night out on the town a la ‘La Bamba’ meets ‘Foot Loose’ (the old one not the new one *wink*). Dip down to Peru with a home-style meal from Mama Irma’s, where you’ll feel like you’re dining inside your host family’s dining room. Or wander to a vibrant Mexican town by having dinner at El Sol de Tala. (Be sure to order the creamy made-to-order guacamole when you’re there – my pick for best in town). Any dish you order at either Mama Irma’s or El Sol, will photograph nicely for a scrapbook, and remember: when you post it to Facebook, don’t geo-tag it! Before you leave El Sol, be the ultimate tourist and take several photos by the giant stone fountain in the center of the restaurant. This work of art was shipped directly from, and depicts, the picturesque town of Tala in Jalisca, Mexico, where owner Javier is from!

After dinner, stop in at La Margarita (newly opened in Fountain Square!), Adobo Grill, or Revolucion to sip (or throw back) a few shots of premium Tequila. Then, plunge yourself into an authentic Latin atmosphere at The Jazz Kitchen’s Latin Dance night (Thursdays starting at 9pm). With a free lesson, you’ll be dancing with the regulars by 10pm and just as you start to learn some of the language, you discover your glass of mojito is empty, and it’s time to take a cab back to home base.

You’ve really covered a lot of Latin America on such a short vacation!  Better throw in a story about a friend with a private jet to make it more believable…

Buen Viaje! 

Let’s Keep Indy Super!

While the reason for the NFL season might be officially over, let’s work hard to #KeepIndySuper!

Visitors, officials, and celebrities confirmed what we already know – our city is amazing! But, we don’t need celebrities to remind us that our local restaurants, bars, cultural districts and local businesses are amazing hosts! Lets keep this spirit alive. Follow local culture cultivators like Yelp, NUVO, Indy Star, WFYI — and a burgeoning list of individuals and companies too numerous to list here — and keep experiencing downtown Indy. We can keep this feeling alive long after the Super Bowl ceremonies end!