It’s been 2018 for almost two whole weeks now?! That’s right, I got a calendar for Christmas AND I know how to read it (multiple calendars, in fact). This blog is late, but it’s still relevant to … me …?
Anyway here are some of my highlights of 2017 and of being 27 years old.
We got married!
Obviously this is THE highlight of my year. If you’re getting married soon, seriously consider doing it in New Orleans. It was fun, beautiful, affordable, and unforgettable. Read my blog/review here and watch this video of our Second Line. That’s right, you get your own damn parade when you get married in NOLA.
I’ve had my IUD for almost two months and I have no complaints. Yes, there are drawbacks to it but that’s a granted with any form of birth control, amirite? Unless there is some secret BC that the government doesn’t want us to have because it has zero side effects and women would then be totally unstoppable and would take ovER THE WHOLE DAMN PLANET AND
I’m getting slightly off topic, and let me preface this post with a woman-bodily function alert (?) in that I’m going to talk about my vag and stuff that goes on in and around it. So, we cool? Cool.
JK, let’s talk about me. That’s what I’m good at. I realized the other day that I think the most common word I use in my Tweets is “I”. I mean, look at this paragraph. I, I, I. But whatever, it’s my blog so let’s talk about reproductive issues as they pertain to me. Yay!
Yesterday I got an IUD. That’s right, I’m jumping right into it. I now have a little copper-wrapped T in my uterus which is 99% effective at keeping me baby free for the next 10 years. I’ll hit the journalistic Ws (and the H!) to explain my experience.
I’m not even going to validate my laziness by addressing the fact that it took over two months to get started on this easy post. I blame it on … my laziness.
Chicago. July. Stupid Soldier Field. The sun had set over the vast wastewater dump they call Lake Michigan. It was night two of a two-night stand for GnR at Soldier Field. It wasn’t a sold-out show but there were plenty of middle-aged, living-in-the-past fans to crowd every merchandise stand, which was well stocked with foam middle fingers (still mad I didn’t buy one).
And then there were people like us. COOL people. We grappled through the long lines at the merch stands, bathrooms, and beer vendors and made it to our seats. Side note: Soldier Field needs more of all the above; also another exit or two would be great.
Summer in the midwest is difficult. There’s an incredible amount of pressure to enjoy the outdoors and the events and activities while the nice weather is here, yet you are coated in sweat and mosquitoes the second you walk out the door. But I’m just a complainer and I’ll take this weather any day over the sub-zero bullshit that will be here in six months. Basically I’m trying to justify that I’m writing this post almost two months after I participated in the activities this post describes. Whatever, I’ve been busy watching Lady Dynamite, k?
Earlier this summer, Vintown and I rented kayaks from Milwaukee Kayak Company and meandered up the Milwaukee River eventually ending up at Lakefront Brewery. Sure, sure – we had seen all these sights before, but not from this view. Being in the kayak was a tad nerve-wracking; I mean, who wants to have their body that close to any river in Milwaukee? Insert gross-face emoji here, please.
I’m finally getting over a cold after being on the last day of it for the last … two-ish weeks. I would’ve written this sooner but I was so damn exhausted from expelling phlegm from my body. Attractive, right?
I don’t understand how I got sick in the first place. I mean, I do, since my coworker was sick and we talk to each other multiple times throughout the day. But still! I wash my hands constantly, I drink tons of water, I eat fairly healthy, I disinfect my own desk! I even diffuse “germ-fighting” essential oils at work because let’s be real: so many people cooped up in an office all day without any fresh air entering the building = gross city.
So, long story short, I got sick. For probably the third or fourth time already THIS YEAR.
I woke up early this morning for the sole purpose of working out before work. Mind you, I only had my alarm set for half an hour earlier and finally dragged myself out of bed about 15 minutes earlier than I normally do. BUT I still did it, and I feel pretty damn good about it. Will I continue to do it in the future? Who knows. Did I only do it because I was in a FitBit challenge? Could be. Did I do it so I could justify eating a huge omelette for breakfast? ENOUGH WITH THE QUESTIONS!
In the midst of my hardcore workout of walking dreamily on the treadmill, I started thinking how everyone else in the fitness center seems to have what I refer to as “adult” gym clothes. You know – the fitted Under Armour shirts and the fun-patterned pants, all color coordinated together in a put-together gym outfit. Is this gym etiquette now? Do I have to buy clothes specifically for working out? I can barely dress myself for day-to-day wear, much less purchase and coordinate an outfit in which I will sweat profusely.
I have been 25 for almost three weeks and we are 15 days into the new year, so what better time than to review my 2014 and 24th year of life? No time like the present, amirite?! Here are my favorite moments from the past year, in no particular order, and very much summarized because I am feeling sleepy zzzzz