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CSA Today!

Season’s greetings! It is finally that time of the year. The time where it is getting cold enough to make any normal task seem horribly inconvenient and daunting. Like having to pee in the morning but knowing that beyond your warm, cuddly duvet is an ice cold floor and blizzard-like-ceiling-fan winds that will cut through your pants-less legs like glass. This time of year also makes me mildly dramatic. Luckily for us, one thing that has helped us limit one of these trips outside into the cold has been our CSA farm share with the Lancaster Farm Fresh Co-op (LFFC). If you aren’t familiar with CSAs (Community Supported Agriculture) they work like this. Members of the CSA (like me) commit to helping local farmers sustain their farms by paying for their share of a season’s harvest completely up front. This gives farmers the ability to purchase what they need to be one season ahead of the game and results in a more sustainable farming endeavor. The members, in turn, get lots of organic goodies that …

Crockpot Talk: Chicken Edition

Since we got Noodle a little over a month ago a lot has changed. We now spend everyday trying to keep a puppy alive We go up and down the elevator about 16 times in a 24 hour period The conversation in our apartment is mostly about the consistency of Noodle’s most recent poop, if we think she is happy and how long it’ll be until she doesn’t have to go potty 16 times a day We have made dinner at home almost every single night I’ll chronicle Noodle’s arrival and give you all an update on her in a later post. To accurately describe our first experience with our puppy love needs some real dedication. And, honestly, Noodle is about all I think about so this is a nice break! Ok, ok. 1 pic. Ok 3 pics. The point of today’s post is to show you how a 6 hour crock pot chicken can feed you dinner for almost an entire week. Disclaimer: I accidentally stumbled upon these tips in my attempt to never leave Noodle’s side…a very healthy mentality, I know. Has …

How Moving Made Me a Better Person (but not before making me a terrible person first)

There are a lot of things in this life that can get me cranky Hanging a towel over a door instead of a towel hook (I’m looking at you, Steven.) “Soaking” the dishes instead of washing them (….Steven…) People honking right when the light turns green (OK, Steven, you’re off the hook on this one.) Not picking up after your doggie does his/her business People who lean up against poles on the metro so that no one else can grab onto them in a crowded car People who fart on a crowded metro car and pretend to continue “reading” their book. The Metro But nothing makes me quite as cranky as moving. We recently relocated up the street since our little Noodle will be here soon and our old building wasn’t dog friendly. Remember little Noodle? I was initially pretty excited to move– getting Noodle is the single most exciting thing I have ever looked forward to. For some people it’s getting married. For others, its Taco Tuesday. I’d like to say I fall somewhere …

Here’s to 2017

Another cliche new years resolution coming at cha! Just kidding. Just think of it as a post laying out some goals and aspirations for the next 365 days that just happens to be published at the beginning of January. Last year for New Years Resolutions, I went total blogger-psycho laying out 52 new thing I was going to try for the year (1 for each week) and failed. To be fair, I did actually experience a few things that were on the list, but in the end, I’m not sure I really achieved or learned anything overall. That is a lie. I learned that without television, my life is very, very quiet. This year, with a year of blogging under my belt, I know better and have some clarity on how I want my 2017 to look. Finish Ironman Atlantic City One of my biggest physical goals for the year is to complete my first Ironman 70.3 in Atlantic City. I’ll (hopefully) be swimming 1.2 miles, biking 56 and finishing off with a breezy 13.1 …

Getting LGFIT

  After the Nation’s Tri, I kind of, sort of, definitely lost all motivation to be active. This about sums it up. Aside from it being the end of the race season, I was just really overwhelmed and stressed with a lot of things and of course, the first thing to fall off my “priorities” list was anything that had to do was eating right, working out and sadly, blogging. It actually worked out perfectly that at that time, my friend Lauren reached out to me to ask if I wanted to try her 6 week personal coaching/training service. I  gladly agreed, knowing it would help me get back on track with fitness, but having no idea what a profound effect it would have on the rest of well-being. Lauren is an old high-school friend. She actually, un-knowing to me, grew up a mere 5 houses away from me my entire childhood. I’m sure I missed out on some good times as a kid! She recently, and courageously, began her own fitness business, Lauren Gassman Fitness (LGFIT). …

I Do’s and Peek a Boo’s

I was always told that college was the time you really grow, find yourself and become an adult. I totally disagree. College was the time where I crammed for tests and papers (like in high school), had meals prepared for me (like in high school) and slept in bunk beds (like in high school). If anything, I regressed in mental maturity because of the social activities I was a part of. One time in college I ate 8 hot dogs at a Jimmy Buffet day party. I  may have “grown” a pant size, but I hardly believe that any maturing happened. The first few years out of college however, have been a whirlwind of what I’ve felt like adulting is. Friends committing their lives to another, friends having offspring, battling with money, jobs, etc. Now THESE events have made me grow, find myself and become an adult. Some people hate it. Work becomes more intense and responsibilities grow. Days of drinking too early and staying up too late become a rarity. Walking to friends apartments on a whim become …

Tri-ing one year later.

2 weeks ago, I completed the Nations Triathlon. Well, it was actually turned into a Biathlon because the Potomac’s water didn’t meet regulation for “full human body contact” aka, it was full of poop…. again. 2/3 of a tri? Big bummer. Waking up at 5AM to complete a swim, bike and run? Fun! Waking up at 5 AM to just bike and run? Boo. I seriously considered not showing up until I had a little a nostalgic moment. On the Saturday before the race, Steven drove me to pick up my packet and help me rack my bike. Yes, this may sound familiar becauseee…… He did the same thing last year at my very FIRST triathlon! As we walked my bike to the transition this year, I remembered so vividly that first tri, the one that really started it all! I remember Steven parking the Subaru on ohio drive, bike in tow, being SO nervous, speed walking the bike down the street, having no idea how to rack my bike, looking at every other bike there to …