Category Archives: Random Experiences
Today I ran a race unlike any other that I have run in the past. For one thing there was no timer, so I guess it wasn’t really that much of a race since you don’t know your time or place and there isn’t any prize for the winner. Additionally, this race was different because you get color thrown at you throughout the 5K course, hence the name “Color Me Rad“. So how does it really work? To quote the HILARIOUS website:
Start out as clean as a newborn babe, and throughout the run, you’ll coat your chaffing thighs with blue, green, pink, purple, and yellow until your face, shirt, and body come out silkscreened like a tie-dyed hippy on the other side. Yup…that is how you turn regular running into The Art of Running tm!
Each section of the run adds a new explosion of color to your clean, painter’s palate until you cross the finish line into a final blitzkrieg of color.
My work wifey created an amazing team The Rainbow Warriors that consisted of a bunch of our coworkers and some of their outside-of-work friends. We all gathered at Rentchler Field in East Hartford, CT before the race for some pre-race pics, fun, and of course – Jell-O shots. The race itself was a MAD HOUSE! there was around 7,000 people running the race, and many spectators along the way. There were many different “heats” and although you had to sign up for a specific time slot, once you got there, it really didn’t matter when you started…like I said, there was not time clock or winner, therefore, the whole ordeal was a colored corn starch free for all!
Along the race course there was 5 color stations that consisted of powder color or spray color…there were some (losers) who finished the race just as white as they started, but that wasn’t really the goal of The Rainbow Warriors! We went to get some color – and I think that’s actually the first time that I have said that when not referring to laying outside or on a tanning bed. After the race, you get your own color packet and everyone is encouraged to participate in the COLOR EXPLOSION! The color explosion is wicked fun, but just be warned – once everyone throws up their color there is little to no fresh air to breath…it was touch and go there for a second!
Take a look at how much fun we had, and try not to be too jealous! There are races all over the US, so it’s my recommendation to find one near you and sign up TODAY before it’s sold out!!
I recently went to the Hartford Area Roller Derby (HARD) season opener at Nomad’s in South Windsor, CT. Before I went to the event I didn’t know much about Roller Derby, but I figured it was a lot like the movie Whip It, which I also never saw. So basically I went down there with an open mind and decided to just “roll” with it. I went down with my boyfriend Ben and met up with our friend Jeff to support his girlfriend Lia on her team The Beat City Bedrockers. Let me tell you…this is not a sport for the weak of…well anything!
For those of you who are new to this whole Roller derby thing like me, here’s how it works: Roller derby is a contact sport played by two teams of five members roller skating in the same direction around a track. Game play consists of a series of short match ups (“jams”) in which both teams designate a scoring player (the “jammer”) who scores points by lapping members of the opposing team. The teams attempt to assist their own jammer while hindering the opposing jammer — in effect, playing both offense and defense simultaneously. Sounds confusing right? Once you see it, you catch on pretty quick, but check out this pic for a better visual:
I wish I could have gotten some more action shots, but the girls were whizzing by so quick they were all blurry! It was really an awesome way to spend the day! There was TONS of energy in that room, and it just goes to show that girls are just as tough (if not tougher) than guys! If you’re a lady in the Hartford County area and you’re interested in receiving more information about Roller Derbys or are interested in joining the team, email firstname.lastname@example.org! There is no experience necessary and all you need to bring with you to Ron-a-Roll (where they practice) is a mouth guard and a great attitude!! Even if you’re not interested in actually participating, I highly recommend that you go as a spectator! It’s not everyday you see unusual athletes like this! Crank it!
Here I am sitting at Coaches bar in Webster NY with my brother, sister and cousin commentating on the girl wearing thigh high boots and booty shorts, the chunky girl with the boob tattoos, and the other twenty-something girl wearing “skater shoes”. Yep, I’m just having a grand ole time judging others when I look down and realize that I’m still wearing my crocs….whoops! Hopefully at least someone noticed and had themselves a field day with that one.
Irene was likely in her late70’s…I could tell because she was wrinkly like a prune and had that soft supple skin that you only feel when you hug your gram. Furthermore, she disclosed to me that her grandson was 31 years old…so 70’s may even be generous. From head to toe Irene emulated confidence from pink wicker hat to black fringe boots. To be more specific, Irene was wearing a pink wicker hat, a hot pink bejeweled long sleeve shirt, a white macramé vest with fringe on the bottom (which I can only assume she made herself), black cropped, cinched pants, and black high-heeled boots with long fringe that swung freely as she danced. To top it off, she had a large peace sign necklace (which I probably would have worn myself) and a medallion with Jesus’ face painted on it. Irene was one fine specimen, I’ll tell you that. She wasted no time getting her booty on the dance floor. And when I say “booty on the dance floor” I mean it! She pulled out all the stops including the dancing crab, skiiers, and of course full splits. Everyone knows that no solo dance routine isn’t complete without a full split.
I was just minding my own business photographing and video taping her, when she spotted me and asked me to join her on the dance floor. Since she had successfully cleared the floor of all other dancers and I had my dancing shoes on I thought it was only appropriate that I join her. I followed her lead, learned some new moves, and even crawled between her legs. Hey, she asked me to, and you areeee supposed to respect your elders right??
No but really, in all seriousness, Irene was really incredible. I couldn’t help myself from talking to her for quite some time after our dance routine. Her voice was about as high as her spirits and she was not shy to tell me about herself. She has been a widow for about 11 years now, and though she lives alone she is NEVER lonely. She drives herself to the gym daily in her huge blue Ford F150 where she lifts weights (her biceps put mine to shame, which is sad since I work out everyday). I know this because she asked me to feel them…twice. I asked her where she learned to dance like that and she said that she taught herself all the moves. She’s retired so she has ample time to practice. She said she regularly goes to Coaches on Saturdays ready to dance the night away. She even told me that many times boys try take her home and while she entertains the idea, she never actually follows through with their requests. (GILF?? Idk…)
Irene was definitely one odd duck, but I’ll tell you what: she really has the right idea. “You’re only as old as you feel” she told me. She really practiced what she preached, and I can absolutely respect that! My one hope is that our paths cross again!
Oh man. Bed Bath and Beyond you slay me. No really. It’s like the best and the worst place both at the same time. I wish I could just go into that store and get the food scale that I wanted, but no. No, that is not possible. How can you go into the store for a scale and leave with anything less than a food scale, boot shapers, cedar hangers, a Fresh Brew Travel Latte Mug, and of course a Nearly Natural Large Phalaenopsis Silk Flower Arrangement. Oh, you don’t know what a Nearly Natural Large Phalaenopsis Silk Flower Arrangement is? Neither did I until I saw it…and immediately realized I couldn’t live without it (see picture). It’s just one of those stores that have all the cool gadgets that you never knew you needed until you see them. It’s almost stressful to go in there. Even though you know before you go in that you are probably going to get distracted, you still go in with the best intentions. Anyone that leaves that store with ONLY what they went in for, I truly give props to because you are a better (wo)man than I…
About 4 years ago I was freshly graduated from college and living on my own. We weren’t allowed to have any pets in our apartment, so you can only imagine my excitement when we discovered a praying mantis who hung out on our front porch regularly. OK, so he wasn’t technically my pet, but like a pet, he was loyal and was waiting at the door for me every day. Each morning when I would leave for work, Timothy (yes, we named him), would be on the porch looking at me. I would try to get close to him and though he did not hop/fly away, he would ever so slowly move over the edge of the rail as to hide himself from me.
Seriously, how cool is that?? Here’s a couple of lesser known facts about the Praying Mantis:
- The European Praying Mantis is Connecticut’s State bug…if you already knew that, did you also know that the Carolina Praying Mantis is South Carolina’s State bug? There are actually about 2,000 species of praying mantis. No joke, look it up.
- Contrary to popular belief, it is not illegal to kill a Praying Mantis? But that being said, why would you want to? Although their size can be frightening to a non-bug lover, they are a “good bug”. In fact, many farmers purchase crates of Praying Mantis to unload on their fields to eat all the pests that destroy their crops.
- The Praying Mantis is completely harmless. They will not bite, sting, or claw you. You can actually pick them up and play with them if you’re quick enough.
Anyways, that’s enough science for today…it is Saturday after all! Hope you enjoyed learning about CT’s state bug! Keep a look out for them!
As you can see from this picture, this is a waiting room. Now, in this waiting room, there are three different size chairs. Normal chairs, Bench seats, and strange looking one-and-a-half sized chairs.
All I can say is that I hope this chair is for a mom and kid or a couple who wants to be all over each other and NOT to accommodate America’s unhealthy trend…ya know what I mean?
Ben had yesterday off, so I took a half day and we went to Stone Age Rock Climbing Gym for the day. Ben’s been wanting to try rock climbing for a while now. But of course he does, he’s a thrill seeker by nature, not to mention that he only weighs like 50 pounds and has a ton of upper body strength from lumberjacking. Anyways, I’m afraid of heights, and although I work out frequently, I was not sure about how strong I’d really be. But when I saw a groupon for $45 for two people (which ifs over an.$80 savings) I thought, ehhh why not…should be fun.
We get there and our instructor Kevin, who I also gather is the owner, got us all hooked up and ready to go. Kevin was awesome! He was very nice and very knowledgable. I kind of got a Johnny Depp from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory vibe from him though. You know what I mean, like if we climbed to the top of the wall without a harness, which is clearly breaking the rules, he wouldn’t get mad so much, but just allow us to fall to learn our lesson. Can’t blame him though because his instructions were very clear, especially because he speaks really, really loud.
After completely a belaying course, we were ready to climb. Of course, Ben was a natural. I got about half way up the first wall and basically demanded to be brought back to the ground, but after we warmed up a little bit, we both completed over 10 walls (including the first wall, which I went back and tried for a second time). All in all, it was an amazing day! We got to try something together that neither of us had done before, and had a great experience! I can’t wait to go back – Kevin gave Ben and I each a certificate for another free climbing day! Whoo!!
I went down to Kathy’s Nails located at 243 Hartford Tpke,Vernon Rockville, CT earlier today to get a manicure. I went last weekend with my sis and got shellac put on my nails, and although it is supposed to last for about 2 weeks, it peeled off after about one week. So yea…I went today to just get a regular manicure since its much cheaper. I was sitting there with the nail guy, and he actually recognized me and asked me if I was just in last week for the shellac. When I replied that I had been, he told me that he was going to shellac my nails again for the same price as a regular manicure. He didn’t even give me the option. He was SO nice!! I was extremely impressed that even remembered me (I have only been there one other time), and even more impressed that he took the extra time to shellac my nails for me at one third of the cost!
I will absolutely be going back, and wanted to share my great experience with everyone else! If you don’t have a nail salon that you go to regularly, I highly recommend this joint! Great prices and great service!!
Oh, and boys: if you’re reading this, this is for you too! Point and case – while I was sitting there this very manly man walked in. I assumed he was there to get a gift card for his wife, but I was wrong. He was there for a pedicure! See…men can go get their nails done too! I promise you, you wont be disappointed!!
So Liz and I went to Dalice Elizabeth Winery yesterday. Last year we vowed to complete the Connecticut Wine Trail, however, we were unable to complete it. This year maybe we will. We left for Dalice Elizabeth around 2PM and got there around three. Blaze was our wine connoisseur and he was…interesting. While he seemed more than interested in us when we arrived, despite his “Tips for a Ring” jar on the counter, he was nice…until 5 minutes later when the “bachelorette party arrived. I put “bachelorette” in quotes because not one woman in this party was under the age of 50. I assume it was a second wedding because of the attitude of the party, and personally, soul mate or not, believe that each girl is allotted ONE bachelorette party for a reason. Sorry friends, try to only get married once…or at least only have one bachelorette party for gods sake.
Anyways, we were a little taken aback by his disinterest in us and him rushing us through our wine tasting. But whatever we were over it because we purchased a bottle of wine, had lots of food, and it was 75 degrees and sunny. So, we were pumped to sit outside. Then Mary-Lee, founder of the vineyard came outside and sat with us. She told us lot of stories, among which included that Blaze was her deceased daughter’s son who “ran” the vineyard and lived with her and her husband (Blazes’ grandfather). She disclosed to us that Blazes’ mother, who died suddenly at the age of 32, was the inspiration for the vineyard. Her name was Dalice Elizabeth, so while she is has unfortunately passed Mary-Lee said she is happy to be able to say her daughter’s name every day.
After talking to Mary-Lee we both felt our trip to this vineyard was valid. Although it was not a big vineyard by any means, the fact that it was completely family owned and operated was awesome. And Ms. May-Lee was a fun woman to talk to. She mentioned that they were adding on a deck for sunday bunch and were having Friday Night Parties for people on the beach that included live bands on their beach…could be fun!!!
The one thing I would warn you about is their bottle pricing!!$24/bottle! I’ll tell you one thing…that is the most I’ve even spend on a bottle of wine! Half off or not!!