Road Trippin' to Grand Rapids

One thing to know about my family: We LOVE hockey.  Like it's beyond the healthy level of appreciation for a sport, but we don't care.  It's what I was born and bred into; it's in my blood.  So taking advantage of the extended President's Day weekend last week, we took a road trip to Grand Rapids to cheer on the Grand Rapids Griffins.  

Before the game, we wanted to grab a bite to eat. So after walking around the slushy streets arguing about where to eat for nearly 45 minutes ("hey, haven't we passed by here . . . twice?), we headed into Peppino's Pizzeria . . . and waited for about another half of an hour.  

But it was so worth it.  We split two pizzas, a Hawaiian one and a BBQ chicken one.  The BBQ one might've been one of the best pizzas that I've ever had, and let me tell you, I have had a lot of pizza in my lifetime.

So. Delicious.  I had BBQ sauce all over my cheek and didn't wipe it off until I had finished my slice because I didn't want to ruin the beautiful moment there is between a girl and her pizza.  

Then we got to go watch the Griffins get crushed 0-3, but we won't talk about it.  It's all good though because I devoured some Superman ice cream which made my day.  (Obvious hint: there's no picture.  It was gone too fast.) 

The next morning, the slushiness of the previous day had turned into a beautiful winter wonderland overnight.  

I really do love the snow.  It is absolutely gorgeous.  However, it's time for it to go away.  My poor chapped lips can't take this brutal cold anymore! 

We took refuge from the wind in our unofficial favorite Grand Rapids restaurant: Sundance.  I say unofficial because there hasn't been an official vote, but we have eaten here three times out of two Grand Rapids trips, so I'm pretty safe in saying that it's up there on the list.  

After that, we said goodbye to GR because there's stuff called responsibility to take care at home no matter how much we didn't want it to be true.  I think my stomach cried as we got on the highway, leaving all the amazing food behind.  True story.



F. Scott Fitzgerald Knows My Life

Last night, while procrastinating on browsing Pinterest, I found a quote that I just love, love, love, love. If my life were a quote, it would definitely be this one:

Anyone else with me on this one?  I'm definitely beyond my years in some ways, but I also love being that little girl now and again.  Sunshine and pretty things sound especially nice in this seemingly eternal winter.

I read this quote about twenty times and am proud to say that it is now ingrained in my brain.  So naturally, I went and checked This Side of Paradise out of the library today, so I'm super excited about that.  I've been wanting to read it for a while, so this was the reminder to actually do it.

Have any of you read This Side of Paradise? I've read The Great Gatsby and fell in love with it, so I'm expecting great things out of this one.

So here's to F. Scott Fitzgerald for summarizing my life in two sentences.  I owe ya one.



Valentine's Day - Two Days Late for Your Mental Health

I don't know about you guys, but I don't love Valentine's Day. I mean, sure, it's great because 1) I get free candy from lots of people, 2) everyone seems to be in a better mood and 3) stores have Valentine's Day sales and who doesn't love sales?

But there are also things that I don't love about Valentine's Day.  But I'll condense everything into one point: it's everywhere.  

*Scrolling through Instagram: Valentine's day, boyfriend, hearts, candy, pink, flowers*
*Walking downtown: couples, kissing, holding hands, hugs*
*Reading blogs: How I spent Valentine's Day, OOTD Valentine's Day Edition*

You get the point.  I am completely fine with all of those things, just not all at one time.  So therefore, I am presenting to you the account of my V-Day two days late for your mental sanity.  Because I don't know about you, but just one more kissing selfie on Instagram on February 14 would have sent me over the edge.

My day started at 4:00 am, when I meant to get up and do homework that I had procrastinated neglected to do the night before, but I after turning off my alarm, I slept until 6, so there's that.  Then I went to school and forgot to tell my mom happy Valentine's Day, so I texted her, and this is what happened:

But she was just kidding.  Don't worry, guys, my mom loves me.  Then I worked out after school with a friend and almost died about a billion and a half times because the words work & out together have become almost foreign to my vocabulary.  After my near-death experiences, my friend and I tried on prom dresses which was very fancy and exciting! I'm not a big sparkle/jewels/glitter type of girl, so the fun number I have on in the picture was absolutely perfect. 

When we were (regretfully) finished with what was pretty much a big girl's game of dress up, we shivered our way over to one of the many local frozen yogurt shops (I know, freezing weather + frozen yogurt aren't the best combo, but it's just so stinking good!) and met up with another friend for what turned out to (happily!) be my dinner.  Mine is the chocolate-y peanut butter heaven at the bottom of the picture.  

 We sat and chatted for over two hours, but it seemed like just a few minutes had passed.  That's one of the many beauties of friendship, I suppose.

And that was my Valentine's Day.  And I wouldn't have it any other way.



Sweat & Sweets

Last night, I did something that I haven't done in a long time.

I went to the gym.

I know, I know.  Shocking, right?  I would have convinced myself out of last night's expedition if the left hand turn lane that led to the gym had not had a shorter line than the right hand turn line that led to my house.  That's my reasoning in a nutshell right there.  But I'm so glad that I went, even if I only had 25 minutes.

I started out with a quick run: only 1.5 miles.  But here's the exciting part.  I finally got my mile time back under 8 min/mile! I haven't been able to do that since cross country season ended in November. Maybe all it took was having limited time and having to get in and out of the gym quickly?  I don't know, but it makes me happy!

Then I turned to the app that I love to hate: Nike Training Club.  It kills me.every.single.time.  But I just keep going back for more, and I haven't died yet, so our relationship is working out pretty well.  I did a fifteen minute legs workout that has me wincing (in a good way, because our relationship is so great! Remember?) every time I go to sit down.

Now all that working out and healthiness (okay, it was like 25 minutes.  I spend more time than that picking out what to wear in the morning some days) was good and fine for yesterday.  But today is today and what today needed was something extra sweet.